TV Title: "Rogue Ninja" Chris Pyro vs. Seraphiel

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The fans are seen filing back to their seats after a small break as Andrew Porter stands in the middle of the ring and raises the mic to his mouth.

Andrew:
The following contest is a No Disqualification Falls Count Anywhere Match for the EVPW Television Championship.

The lights dim down as the fans wait patiently for a wrestler to enter the ring. Suddenly drums and guitars blare over the PA System as a new theme is heard.



"Closer to Ideal" by D'espairsRay continues as the music picks up and a dark blue light matches the beat of the music starts up. Chris Pyro emerges from the backstage area, with the TV Title wrapped around his waist over top his black cloak with red clouds, this week his trusty katana is absent from his back. He walks down the ramp as the lights switch between dark blue and red.

Andrew Porter:
Coming to the ring first. He hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the EVPW Television Champion. "The Rogue Ninja" Chris Pyro!!!

Sang:
Despite what he's done these last few months, Chris Pyro went to show that he means business, claiming the TV Title as his own, knocking out and sidelining Seraphiel for nearly a month.

Trix:
Pyro deserves NO credit for anything. He's done far more evil then he has done any good. I mean, he killed his own parents.

Chris reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope, pushing himself to his feet. Chris walks to the far turnbuckle and unlatches the title belt from his waist. He locks his blood red and black eyes on the staging, awaiting his opponent to enter.

[Seraphiel]

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Fallen by Black Metal Box blares out the P.A. system, prompting a chorus of boos from the fans now immediately associating the track with the leader of the Necro Armata.

"Get back to what you said to get up
Full force, I'll knock you down
but in the sound of my head, said to get up
Set out, I'll knock you down."

The crowd grow louder and louder until Seraphiel storms out onto the stage donning the same attire seen in his pre match promo. Their anger, hatred and more than anything disgust at the sight of one of the most vocal men on the EVPW roster now becomes deafeningly loud. Their boos fall on deaf ears, with the 6ft 5in wrestler heading straight and purposefully down the ramp towards the ring, stopping just infront of the steel steps and staring up at the men in the ring.

"I'm falling, I'm fading
I'm trapped in myself, I can't live alone
I'm falling, I'm fading
I'm trapped in myself, I can't live alone"

He climbs the steps and slinks between the middle to top rope before walking to the center of the ring--yelling over to his opponent he waits for the crowd to die down before backing away towards his corner so as to allow Pyro to advance towards him.

Andrew:
Making his way to the ring, hailing from Last Chance, Colorado...Seraphiel!!

TbC by Pyro

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Pyro stands looking at his rival for tonight. Both the hatred that these men have for everyone around them, and even each other is just oozing out of them in different forms. Seraphiel’s face is written with anger and hostility while Pyro’s face is calm and collected, but the red eyes of the Demon Ninja lets people in on his hatred. Both men slowly walk to the middle of the ring, and lock onto each others eyes, just waiting for the bell to sound. But before anything can happen Pyro changes his stance, lifting his right leg quickly in an attempt to knock Seraphiel off balance early on, but Seraphiel is quick and ducks Pyro’s leg. As Pyro’s body keeps the momentum and spins, Seraphiel grabs onto the right wrist of Pyro and whips the ninja to the ropes. As Pyro hits the ropes Seraphiel prepares for a clothesline, but Pyro keeps ahead of him and ducks the arm, charging for the opposite set of ropes.

Pyro once again bounces off the ropes, and just Seraphiel turns, Pyro lifts his right foot, connecting with the face of the Sultan with an Arched Boot to the face. Seraphiel stumbles back, shaken by the unexpected boot to his head. Pyro keeps up his advantage by toe kicking Seraphiel in the stomach doubling the big man over. Pyro lands two punches on Seraphiel’s head before being shoved back by Seraphiel to try and get some distance. Pyro quickly spins his body, planting his right foot into the stomach of Seraphiel, once again doubling the man over. Pyro turns to face Seraphiel, lifting his right leg with a kick to the chest of Seraphiel, straightening him up. Pyro quickly puts his left foot on the hip of Seraphiel, and swings his right foot around and connects with the back of Seraphiel’s head flooring the bigger man.

Sang:
Pyro seems to be keeping Seraphiel off balance. Maybe the 3 weeks of training has kept Pyro in good form.

Trix:
If you say so, I’d still rather see Seraphiel take the title off of Pyro and SNK then see Pyro walk our halls anymore.

Seraphiel hits the mat holding his head in pain from the stiff kick from Pyro. Pyro kneels down and puts Seraphiel in a front headlock, squeezing the air out of the Sultan. Sultan grabs the elbow of Pyro and spins himself out of the hold, forcing Pyro to the mat on his stomach. Seraphiel grips Pyro around the waist, but Pyro is smart and sits out of the hold, freeing himself. Seraphiel pushes himself back and to his feet at the same time as Pyro, and they face off as a mixed reaction from the fans can be heard. Both men look at each other with hatred in their eyes as they circle the ring again planning their next move. Both men go to the middle and lock up with each other, with Pyro taking the quick advantage with a side headlock. Seraphiel throws two punches to Pyro’s mid-section before pushing the Ninja to the ropes. Seraphiel throws Pyro off his head to the far side of the ring. As Pyro runs forward, Seraphiel positions himself in the middle of the ring. When Pyro rebounds off the ropes, Pyro jumps into the air and drives his shoulder into Seraphiel’s, knocking Seraphiel to the mat. Pyro then runs to the ropes to the side of Seraphiel, to which Seraphiel rolls onto his stomach to force Pyro to jump over him. Once over, Seraphiel rises to his feet as Pyro reaches the other ring ropes. As Pyro comes back, Seraphiel goes to jump over the head of Pyro, but suddenly feels a sharp pain in his stomach as Pyro had jumped with him, planting a boot into his stomach with a dropkick.

Both men hit the mat, with Seraphiel holding his stomach. Pyro pushes himself to his feet and looks down on Seraphiel with a condescending look, as if to say “I am better then you.” Seraphiel rolls onto his back, and with his left foot kicks the knee out from underneath Pyro, while lifting his right knee to allow Pyro’s face to smash off of it. Pyro rolls onto his back holding his face from the impact. Seraphiel rolls over into a mount on Pyro and begins raining down left and right hands to the side of Pyro’s head. Pyro tries to cover up, but its no use as the fists keep hitting his head. After a number of punches, Seraphiel gets off of Pyro and stands to his feet. Seraphiel delivers a stiff kick to Pyro’s ribs, causing Pyro to curl up in the fetal position. Seraphiel follows this up with a stomp to Pyro’s head to add more to the punishment. Seraphiel then bends down and grabs Pyro by the hair, lifting the Rogue Ninja to his feet. Seraphiel then runs towards the closest turnbuckle, throwing Pyro’s head into the padding. Pyro falls into the turnbuckle, facing Seraphiel who has dropped his stance and gripping onto the middle ropes. Seraphiel begins driving his shoulder into the stomach of the Ninja. Pyro begins to double over as the punishment continues, but keeps his mind going as to how to take some ground away from Seraphiel. As Seraphiel pulls back for another shoulder, Pyro waits for him to start coming back and as if on cue, Seraphiel begins coming back to the ribs. Once close enough, Pyro lifts his knee and meets Seraphiel’s face. Seraphiel stumbles back as Pyro begins to run towards Seraphiel. Seraphiel gains his composure quickly and sees the charging Pyro. When Pyro is close enough, Seraphiel puts his arm out and leans into a hard clothesline on Pyro, knocking the ninja to the mat.

Sang:
These two haven’t been able to get a clear cut advantage on each other. When one starts to gain an advantage, the other is quick to take it away.

Trix:
You’re right, but I just hope Seraphiel manages to rip the head off of Pyro.

[Seraphiel]

Seraphiel himself follows through on the clotheslines and drops to his knees beside the rogue ninja, his intent and effort seemingly put wholly into the attack. From this base, Seraph grabs Pyro by the throat with his right hand and slowly climbs to a vertical base, pulling the younger man to his feet along with him, where—upon reaching which—he uses minimal effort to force Chris up against the ring ropes back first and move his grip from the ninjas throat to his right wrist, reinforcing it with his free hand. Using this he pulls back and sends his adversary running at full pace across the length of the ring to the ropes at the other side, which he hits back first and rebounds back towards the Coloradan born wrestler who keenly awaits his disadvantaged opponent to meet him centre stage. When he finally gets there, Chris lowers his head and throws his body weight headlong into the necro armata leader’s torso, not enough to bring the man off his feet but enough to knock him off his balance.

As the sultan waves his arms in circles trying to create an upward propulsion to keep him from falling back to the mat, Pyro seizes his opportunity to runs back to the ropes once more and rebounds towards his opponent a second time, kicking his legs out from underneath himself as goes and pushing them out in front—planting them side-by-side squarely on the older mans chest. A slight gasp of awe emits from the ruckus crowd at the sight of the two hundred and fifty nine pounder being sent flying backwards into the lower half of the ropes, which you’d expect to have broken his fall if the bottom two of which hadn’t given way and snapped free from their steel fastening. This leaves nothing in the path of the monster to stop him from sliding aimlessly off the edge of the ring and dropping down to the unforgiving concrete floor.

Trix:
Oh boy, the inmates are breaking out of the asylum!

Sang:
Good lord, how many more of these are you going to use tonight?

Seraphiel lays motionless on the cold stone floor, staring to the rafters trying to catch his breath, sadly though for him the fluorescent light shining down upon him is blackened by the TV Champion who by now has positioned himself atop one of the turnbuckles nearest his fallen opponent and is set to launch himself from this perch. Sera’s eyes widen and his jaw slackens, wanting to cry out and run from the impending danger but alas he seems almost frozen to the spot as the experienced wrestler above him launches from the steel turn-post through the air and down towards him. Christopher turns on his side and lands across the older mans stomach with his elbow outstretched, driving the air out of his opponent—a massive roar erupts from the crowd at the sight of Seraph’s suffering at the hands of Pyro as well as Chris’ own punishment, the impact of his leg and hip colliding with the ground after a descent of more than ten feet. Both men writhe and roll on the ground, trying to work through the pain and discouraging comments being yelled at them, Chris Pyro, ofcourse, as the aggressor is the first of them back to a vertical base. From that, he once again takes the leverage advantage over his opponent by this time pulling himself a standing position atop the guard railing inplace to keep the fans out of the action. He patiently waits for Seraphiel to get to his own feet and once there, amid a sea of boos from the Anti Pyro base in the crowd, Chris crouches in preparation of once again launching himself unto the larger man but much to his anger the fans behind him start shaking the rail in attempt to put him off—successfully it would seem as Pyro turns his attention from the sultan to the crowd for no more than a second, but that is enough to allow Seraph to quickly drive his shoulder into the lower back of the Rogue Ninja and send him clattering from there to the fans, sending them toppling back, taking each other out as they go, causing Chris to buffer down them before landing on top of a line of steel folding chairs—which crush underneath him.

Sang:
Ooh, that’s gotta hurt Gene!

Trix:
And again, another quick momentum shift! I didn’t expect to see so much in a short period of time!

Sang:
...And we’re only ten minutes through this match, I doubt any of them will be ready to finish this anytime soon either!

Seraphiel seems happy about the destruction he just caused, not allowing himself to get too complacent though, he quickly scales the guard rail to join Pyro in the crowd. When there, he fishes through the sea of grounded fans and buckled steel chairs till he gets a hold of the Demon Ninja--using this grip to pull him from the rubble to a clear path back towards the railing made by the security who still struggle to hold back the rabid fans. Seraph simply phases out the people around him and focuses whole heartedly on the man in his hands, whom he drags like a rag doll to an unsteady vertical base before locking the Resident Ninjas head between his right arm and his side aswell as looping the vunerable mans arm around the back of his neck, quickly going from here to grabbing the young mans belt buckle and hoisting him into the air with his legs pointing straight upwards. Not offering any sign of effort in this action, the Deacon simply walks forward towards the railing where he then allows Christopher’s legs to drop forward so his body is pointing horizontally out infront of him before releasing the grip on the younger man and allowing him to free fall stomach first across the guard rail, racking the more experienced wrestlers ribs across the steel bar before the momentum carries him from there to the concrete floor on the ring side of the railing, where the young man curls into a featal position clutching his stomach—drawing an exuberant cheer from the easily excitable and impressionable fans.

Sang:
Hmm, you might well get to see your dream play out here…Sadly.

Trix:
How can you have ANY sympathy for a murderer!?

TbC by Christopher

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Pyro falls back to a sitting position, gasping for air as his ribs scream at him in pain. Pyro reaches up and clutches the top of the rail with his right hand, pulling himself up to his feet. Once up right, Seraphiel connects with a punch to the ninja’s face, shaking the man a bit. Seraphiel looks around him and finds a chair that a fan had once been sitting in. He folds it and lifts it over his head, slamming it down across the back of Pyro, bringing the murderer to his knees. Seraphiel drops the chair and starts to climb over the rail to the ring area. As Seraphiel straddles the rail, Pyro gains some energy and quickly lifts the rail up, jamming it into the lower regions of the Sultan. Seraphiel falls to the concrete floor in discomfort trying to catch his breath. Pyro reaches his feet, clutching his ribs in pain and walks over to the fallen Sultan. Once there, Pyro stomps down onto Seraphiel’s head, shaking the brain violently in the mans skull. Pyro looks around and finds the chair he had been punished with and picks it up. Pyro turns to Seraphiel, eyeing the fallen enemy, lifting the chair above his own head this time. But before he can bring it down, Seraphiel drives a boot into the damaged ribs of Pyro. Seraphiel follows this window of opportunity by gripping the waist area of Pyro’s cloak and pulling him into the guard rail, which fans had put their feet up in time to prevent it from smashing their legs. Pyro falls to the ground in pain, his ribs taking more abuse.

Seraphiel gets to his feet shaking his head, getting his focus back a bit. He turns to Pyro, grabbing the ninja by his hair, thrusting his head into the ring apron. Pyro’s head bounces off the ring with a thud, as Seraphiel again grabs the ninja’s head, this time throwing him into the ring. Pyro rolls towards the middle of the ring as Seraphiel slides a chair into the ring, closely following it in himself. Seraphiel quickly pushes himself to his feet, and runs towards Pyro. Once close enough he jumps into the air, bending his legs as he comes down onto the head of Pyro with a knee drop. Pyro sits up right holding his face in pain as Seraphiel grabs him by the hair and stands him to his feet. Once standing, Seraphiel puts Pyro in a uranagi like hold, driving his knee into the exposed ribs of Pyro, causing more and more damage. After three shots, Seraphiel lets Pyro go, and the ninja falls to his knees clasping his ribs in pain. Seraphiel pushes Pyro to all fours before bring his right leg behind him and delivering a violent kick to the ribs of Pyro, causing Pyro to lift off the mat and flop to his back. Pyro begins to cough as Seraphiel jumps into the air, once again bending his legs as he comes down. This time Seraphiel drives the whole of his body weight onto the ribs of Pyro, causing Pyro to grunt in pain as air is being violently taken away from him.

Sang:
Pyro seems to have taken a step behind Seraphiel now.

Trix:
Good, its about time someone took that waste out of here.

Seraphiel stands to his feet and takes his focus off of Pyro for a second, as Pyro rolls towards a corner and out of the ring. Pyro reaches underneath the ring apron by the post and pulls out Kozoku, Pyro’s katana. Pyro unsheathes Kozoku but puts the katana underneath the ring and keeps hold of the scabbard. Seraphiel turns to see Pyro on the outside and follows him, unaware of what Pyro held in his hand. When Seraphiel faces Pyro he is met with the scabbard of Pyro’s katana, knocking the bigger man off balance. Pyro then stands beside Seraph and brings the scabbard around his neck, then Pyro laces his left leg around the right leg of Seraph, and Russian Legsweeps the Sultan into the guard rail. Both men crash into it, Seraphiel taking the brunt of the impact. Pyro stands to his feet and grabs his ribs in pain as meeting the guardrail did some damage to him as well. Pyro turns and sees Seraphiel slowly getting to his feet, and with scabbard in hand Pyro does a baseball like swing to Seraphiel’s head, this time snapping the scabbard in half on the skull of his rival and sending Seraphiel into the fans. Pyro reaches over and grabs the head of the weakened Seraphiel and connects with a stiff thrust kick to his face, sending him farther into the fans.

Pyro slides into the ring and grabs the chair Seraphiel had brought in just a few minutes before hand. He sets it up properly by the ropes closest to Seraphiel who is just getting to his feet. Pyro makes his way to the far side of the ring, waiting for his opportunity. As Seraphiel reaches his feet, back turned to the ring, Pyro begins to run towards the chair. Once close enough, Pyro steps onto the chair then to the top rope. Seraphiel turns around just as Pyro launches himself into the audience head first. Pyro crashes into Seraphiel with the full of his body weight, bringing both men onto the chairs of fans that had managed to get out of the way in time. Both men lay out in the fans catching their breath, with Pyro’s breathing laboured by the abuse his ribs had taken. Pyro though is the first to his feet, as Seraph’s head is still pounding unmercifully from the shots it took from Pyro’s scabbard. Pyro grabs one of the chairs around him and slams it down onto the body of Seraphiel which curls up on impact.

Sang:
Some how Pyro is getting back into this match and taking ground against Seraphiel.

Trix:
I knew he wouldn’t have left that dreaded sword from the ring, THAT is how he got his advantage back, Sang.

[Seraphiel]

Not wanting to relent for a second, Pyro grabs a second of the buckled chairs and slams it down onto the now foetal upper body of his opponent. A slight wince of pain comes from the Coloradan but more than anything, he stays covered in an attempt to both shield himself from further abuse whilst also staving off the pain from previous attacks. Despite the lack of physical effect his attack is having on The Sultan, Pyro frantically and maniacally launches chair after chair on top of his prone victim until the six foot five inch wrestler is barely visible through the steel. The fans have since fell to an eerie silence, not sure as to whether they’re supposed to cheer or jeer the murderer who stands before them but nonetheless he continues to assault his opponent by, this time, free form leaping directly upwards into the air and plummeting downwards with all his weight across the mass of crumpled steel, crushing his defenceless opponent underneath which. In a mind over matter state, Christopher ignores the searing pain stabbing through his own ribs and simply uses it as a driving force for his anger, which he intends to unleash upon Seraph. Without batting an eyelid, The Rogue Ninja takes hold of his adversary and drags him back towards the security railing once more from within the crowd, placing him strategically in a kneeling position with his head tucked forward—mere inches from touching the steel barricade. This, he assumes, is the perfect setup to end the match, so he leisurely unhinges one side of the ten foot long section of railing, strolling with it from its original position to near the ring.

Here, he yells a torrent of abuse at his victim before striding forward a few steps and pushing on the metal gridding and allowing it to swing at pace towards the Necro Armata leaders dome but, sadly for him, to no avail with Seraphiel managing to get his hands up with a matter of milliseconds to spare. The Deacon attempts to climb to a vertical position but he doesn’t manage beyond one knee before Chris is once again on his case and raining blows down on him from the opposing side of the railing. Seraphiel doesn’t protect his head from the shots he takes and instead focuses firmly and intently on keeping a solid grip on the guard rail for as soon as The Resident Ninja has stopped his attack, Sera hyper extends both arms out in front of himself in a successful bid to use the metal bars to his advantage once more. The force summoned within the steel, as it drives its way deeper into Chris’ ribs. causes him to yell out in agony and desperately try to shield them from further abuse but as his arms curl inwards to protect his damaged torso, the resourceful Sultan again drives his weapon into enemies body, bringing the TV champion down to one knee and subsequently onto his side where he gasps and wheezes for air, the damage dished out by his opponent clearly not only affecting his ribs but indeed everything beyond as well. The bone rattling implement is locked back into place by security staff after Sera has himself crawled out of the realm of the crowd and into the ringside area.

Sang:
Despite everything, Seraphiel is still chugging along. Fancy Pyro’s chances if this comes down to a blatant fist fight?

Trix:
Comes down to?

Battling through the pain and the anguish the battle with a man who, were it not for different methods, could easily be on the same road as himself, Seraphiel uses the apron of the ring to pull himself to a standing position over the body of his opponent. Taking a large clump of the murderer’s hair and pulling him slowly to a standing position infront of his very eyes, Pyro’s face and infact whole demeanour seem to scream out for sympathy as he cradles his ribs and clenches his jaw in a bid not to make his pain audible but low pitched grunts are emitted as he tries his damndest to put on a brave front. Regardless of the blatant defenceless predicament Pyro finds himself in, he receives no sympathy from the opponent that, to which, he too showed none. In what would be an apt response to the beating he himself took, Seraph grabs firm hold of his adversary’s jacket with both hands and drags the energy drained Christopher across a few feet to one of the rings turn posts, the outer edge of this not padded like the inner. Violently forcing the Rogue Ninja into the steel pole the low ringing noise of the steel shaking can be heard by the two men, although only one of which is in any state to react to it, and the necro armata leader does exactly that by squeezing his opponents head between both his hands and pulling it back before driving it forward, slamming the unprotected skull into the solid steel bar. Seraphiel notices a small cut beginning to seep blood from the impact zone of Pyro’s head, so as a means to further inflict pain he drives three sharp punches into the centre of which before pulling back on the wrestling stars head and again slamming it against the turn post—although this may be merely academic as Chris’ eyes are already starting to roll in his head and the fight he has so fiercely fought up until this point can be seen fading.

The zebra striped official who has up until this point spent the majority of the match on the sidelines observing the goings on, crawls out the ring between the broken ropes and makes his way over to the man in charge, bargaining with him to end the match there. Seraph thinks for a second as to whether or not he wants to take his chances and go for the pin fall or if he’d rather continue on his rampage. Ignoring the officials professional advice, Sera takes his opponent by the scruff of the neck and leads him round the ring before walking him up the steel ramp towards the stage area, with Pyro still in a daze and the blood streaming down his face not looking in the slightest to relent. Disappearing behind the curtains at the back-end of the stage, Seraphiel’s extended travels temporarily break the feed for the live action but following a long minute of dead air with shots from a camera suspended in the rafters, the shows returns to live footage of Seraphiel standing over his prey in what can clearly be recognised as the locker room he was in earlier with his team mates. To nobody’s surprise, his Necro Armata buddies are indeed there but they’re not alone, the nameless official for the match whom followed them backstage is nowhere to be seen and instead, their new “unbiased” referee, initially hired for AJ Scally’s peace of mind can be seen lurking in the background wearing full refereeing uniform. The three men surround the resilient underdog who climbs to one knee, surveying the scene it is clear to see he is at a major disadvantage but never one to back down he struggles to his feet (the villainous Armata allowing him that much) and focuses his aggression solely on the leader of this mugging, not acknowledging the other two are present as he spits out at the Coloradan.

Trix:
Not a big shocker that they have decided to make an appearance here, is it?

TbC by Pyro