Alex Night vs Dave Carter

[Dave Carter]

Lights in the arena go a little bit dim and a video of a storm begins to play on the ButcherTron. Soon after, "I Will Not Bow" byBreaking Benjamin hits the P.A. system. Out from the back steps out Dave Carter, making the crowd erupt in loud boos.

Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover

Dave Carter wears a pair of black wrestling thighs with a yellow mean smiley symbol on both sides of the thighs, a pair of black wrestling boots and an open black vest with the words "The Lightning" written on the back. The Party Riser locks his eyes on the ring and slowly lifts both his arms up to the air, with one finger on each hand pointing up.

I don't wanna change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere

~~Lizzie Morna~~
The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Vancouver, Canada... weighing in at 208 pounds... Dave "The Lightning" Carter!

Dave begins to make his way down towards the ring, taking of his vest and throwing it down to the ground along the way. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and instantly jumps back on his feet.

All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away

As Carter's theme and he begins stretching, warming up his body before the bout begins.

TBC by Alex Night[/center][/color]

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Wearing navy blue wrestling underwear, and black boots, elbow and knee pads, the Crybaby strides to the ring.

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{OOC: Three day rule into effect. Dave and I have agreed to change this match from it‘s original singles stipulation, to something a tad more fun to RP. Been tired of Singles, wanted to mix things up. Any problems feel free to contact me.}

The fans are all watching, waiting anxiously with their eyes peeled for the action to begin. Dave looks ready to fight, and has a grim expression upon his face, whilst Night on the other hand is cracking a sly, devilish smirk, and just stands straight up, as if not preparing to fight. A moment passes, and Dave scrunches his eyebrow out of confusion. He lips the word “What?” and tilts his head thoughtfully to the side, wondering if there was something he missed. Just then the Crybaby steps back towards the edge of the ring, reaches for a mic being handed in by a ring attendant. He strides back to his place in the center of the ring, and begins to speak.


“Dave, Dave, Dave. You look so helpless, but you don‘t even know how helpless you really are right now, do you?”

Dave doesn’t verbally speaks only nods his head, telling Night to go on.


“You see, I have been given permission from the higher ups, stating that I may change our match to any of my choosing. You see this metal container above us? Well we will be competing in that steel cage. But Dave, this isn‘t a normal cage. We can say this Cage is well equipped. On the top of the cage, in the corner behind you, to your left, is a erect pole. The pole contains a pair of bolt cutters. The bolt cutters can only be used to cut down the weapons which have been chained to each wall of the cage. Meaning there are only for weapons to our disposal. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. Good luck, Dave.”

“I wonder if this is an attempt by Vlad to have Night injure Dave, so Vlad and Kingbear will once again have full control over EVPW? If so, despite my distaste for him, I am going to have to side with the Night-Light on this one.”
“What? Are you crazy? With Dave in control, that would make EVPW a lot better. Haven‘t you seen it‘s downfall? Dave could bring new things to EVPW, and better things. Dave will rip this kid to shreds anyways. To bad his mommy isn’t around anymore. ”

Alex tosses the mic back to the man on the outside, and looks up with his watchful eyes as his creation begins to lower. Now trapped by the steel cage, the two wrestlers begin to move cautiously around the ring, walking by the four weapons; a wooden table, a 12 foot ladder, a glass plane, and a steel chair; all of which had been chained so that it’s be impossible to retrieve without the bolt cutters. The fans now grow more anxious, as they watch the demonic structure settle down before them. Cheers erupt from the audience as the two competitors slowly inch closer together. They simultaneously hold their hands out, slowly reaching for each other. They both seem to remain lull while finally intertwining their fingers, on both hands; engaging in the famous test of strength. This proves to be a very unwise decision for the cruiserweight, as the larger athlete instantly takes advantage and begins pressing down on the little man, pushing him just inches from the canvas. Miraculously, the Party Starter is able to support himself by creating a bridge with his back. As Alex begins to drain himself of all his energy the Canadian makes his first wise decision, and works his feet to the side of Night, before, throwing himself off the canvas, to the back of Alex. Locking in a waist lock, Dave begins sucking the life out of his adversary for the night. Using his superior strength to his advantage again, the tantrum throwing adolescent begins prying his antagonist’s hands from around his waist, pushing them out and away from himself. Alex now begins to slowly work himself around to the side of Dave, trying to turn the tables on him, however, before he is able to do so, Night is caught by a swift boot to the calf. This underhanded tactic knocks the bigger man to a knee, and allows Dave time to flee the center of the ring. Carter runs forward, turns to his back and bounces of the ropes, rattling the cage and all the weapons in the process, then darts forward to the kneeling Night-Light.

When the timing is perfect, the man in black, smiley designed tights, brings his knee up, guiding it right into the dome of his adversary. The loud pop can he head for miles, which is followed by the sound of Night’s 240 pound frame falling back to the canvas. While spread eagle amongst the midst of the ring, Night leaves himself prone for whatever the owner of both EVPW and GHW has planned. And of course, he has had something planned out all along. He instantly runs to the ropes that lay are parallel to Night’s sprawled body. After gaining momentum off the ropes, he takes off in the direction of Alex. The Canadian leaps just inches from the Crybaby’s body, and begins his legs from under his body, pointing his feet towards the cage walls. Gravity doesn’t hesitate to do it’s unprofitable job, and pulls Dave down to the canvas, causing his right leg to slam down across his opponent’s windpipe, temporarily stalling Night’s ability to breath. As Dave rolls on his side, and allows the minor pains to flow out of his rear end, whilst his weakened adversary breathlessly kicks his feet, and holds his crushed throat in sheer agony. Just before Dave got to his feet, Night was able to take his first breath; filling his deflated lungs with some much needed oxygen. After nearly throttling to unconsciousness, the Revolutionist is picked up off the canvas by the Lightning. The Crybaby is drug across the ring, and his head is forced into the steel links of the cage. The metallic structure rattle on impact, and leaves the Californian staggering with his hands covering his sore skull. With his hands blocking his view, he had no idea Dave was charging at him. After closing the four foot gap between them, Dave “the Lightning” Carter extends his arm out and nearly takes off Night’s head in the process of a Clothesline. With his throat the target of another vicious blow, Alex falls square on his back, and kicks his feet wildly in pain.

Seeing as his opponent is nearly weeping, from the devastating lariat, Dave takes this time to attempt to fetch a weapon. The Lightning throws his hands as high as he can, and grips tightly on the wholes in the fence like material. He then bends his leg, placing it right on the top rope, then easily elevates his left to the same level. Smiling, he turns to see that Night is still on the surface of the ring, with his hands over his throat, and a tear or two rolling down his face. Carter cracks a small laugh then continues on his accent, eyeing-up the pole at the top of the cage. Finally, he reaches higher and locks his fingers around the linking of the fence, before bring his right boot up and shoving the thin, front of his boot into one of the opening in the cage wall. He continues with this pattern, and when he’s just about to pull himself to the very top, a crashing sound is heard; shaking the entire frame of the cage. Carter is knocked down a few inches, but is able to hold his grip. He nervously looks down to see that the source of the shaking came from Night throwing his body against it. After recoiling from the self inflicted pain, Night begins following in Dave path, making great speed as he does. Carter begins shuffling to the side, as Alex follows close behind. Eventually, Night is able to get a grip on Carter’s boot, but the Lightning is able to shake his foot free, and instead of moving away, delivers a bone shattering kick to the face, followed by a another straight to the head. The second kick knocks Night off his high horse, but luckily he lands on his feet. Knowing he can’t possibly get too far with the Crybaby on his trail, the experienced Party Raiser makes the only sensible decision for this situation, and jumps down in front of Night. The Slam Jam Nation host instantly throws a bundle of fast, furious punches to the skull of Alex. Evidently not a brawler, the youngster can only hold his hands in front of his face, blocking a vast majority of the blows.

Damn, Alex is just being annihilated by every punch. We may see this match end by KO!
You know, I really doubt that. I think Night is going to save this company, and hopefully send this rude, party animal to the hospital.

Finally, out of anger, Night just throws his arms out wildly like a little kid, with no direction in it whatsoever. To the surprise of many, the weakly balled first smacks the Lightning right in the lip, staggering him a few steps. His eyes widen in surprise, as do many others. He runs the back of his hand along his lip, then checks for blood. On his hand, is s crimson, slimy trail of blood, he flicks it down to the canvas, then runs his hand along his tights; drying his hand, then charges at the reason for his slight blood loss. With his fist held out, Carter is looking to connect with a crushing shot to the head, but instead Alex ducks right under his adversary’s on coming fist, and locks his hands around Dave’s waist, stopping him from moving anywhere. While letting out a lungful of air in the form of a grunt, Night hoist his prey off the canvas, and reclines backwards driving the back of his opponent’s neck into the hard fabric of the caged, squared hell. As soon as they hit the ground, Alex breaks his hold leaving his opposing competitor writhing in pain, after having his the whole weight of his body come down on his neck. Seeing his opponent favoring his neck inspires his next move. He drops to his knees beside his adversary, and turns him on his stomach. Night now takes a hold of the Party Starter’s left arm and traps it between his legs, then Night locks his hands underneath Dave’s chin. Finally, with a secure lock on his foe’s head and arm, he begins wrenching back maliciously on Dave Carter’s head, with an intent to rip it off. Both competitor scream, though for different reasons, they are equally as loud.

TBCB: Dave Carter; good luck man!

[Dave Carter]

With the submission hold tightly intact, the man in the zebra shirt approaches the two men and drops down to his knees in front of Dave. He instantly begins to question Carter if he wants to call it quits. Although the relentless pain makes it hard to continue or even stay conscious, Dave waves of the referee with his free hand, indicating that he's not gonna give up, at least not yet. Alex notices this and bends backwards a bit more, stretching Lightning's neck even further, causing even more pain, making the Show Starter scream louder. Night is quickly to follow, increasing the decibels of his scream as well. Screams from the two men echo across the arena and create a scary site. One might now thing that the Crybaby will rip Carter's head of if Dave will refuse to throw the towel soon.
Out of agony and desperation, Dave tries his best to break the lock of Alex's fingers with his free hand, yet to no avail. Realizing his tolerance to pain is almost completely dry, the Party Riser decides to try something else. Anything for that matter, no matter if it has a chance to work or not. The first thing that crosses Dave's mind is to try and flip himself and his opponent over, thus maybe weakening the stretching power at least a bit. Having no time to plan out what he'll do after that, Carter plans his free hand on the canvas and, using the little amount of strength the pain has left him, pushes his upper body up to the air. This only last for a second or two, before the arm muscles give out and the hand slips off the mat. However, it's enough time for the Lightning to flip his body a bit and land on his side instead of the belly. Instantly after landing, Dave continues to flip his body, rolling on to his back. At the same time he drags Night with himself, sort of throwing Alex's body over his own body. This puts the Crybaby out of balance and he needs a moment to re-adjust himself to retain the submission lock on Dave. Yet it seems that moment and a opportunity is all Carter needed to turn this thing around. Somehow the former SJN hero manages to slip his other arm out from the leg trap it was it, thus taking the leverage Alex had. Night tries to compensate this by attempting to wrap his legs around the whole body of the Lightning. His attempt is cut short however, as still in pain and desperation, the Show Starter reaches behind his head, flapping his hands and fingers around randomly. Maybe that was the whole plan, as few second later, on of the fingers catches and slides through Crybaby's eye, scratching it slightly. Knowing what a sensitive organ the eye is, it's easy to realize what pain it causes when somebody gouges it. Having that in mind, it's common sense that it makes harder for Alex to continue stretching Dave's neck backwards, if possible at all. Eventually, Night's grip under Carter's chin breaks away, allowing the Party Riser to escape.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
For a moment there I thought this one was over. Alex had that submission hold intact so tightly. Yet, Dave managed to slip away.

~~Ray White~~
Well of course he did. You didn't actually expect to see Night make Carter tap.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Quite frankly - I did. And I would have enjoyed it a lot.

The Californian immediately attends his eye, covering it up with one hand in attempt to protect it from any further damage. His opponent attends his injuries as well, rubbing one hand across his throat and the other across the neck. The man in white and black stripped shirt takes some time to check up on both men, making sure, just in case, if both competitors can continue the match. Alex and Dave nurse their wounds for a couple more moments before both start getting back up to their feet at the same time. The Canadian, however, having a little more experience then his American opponent, realizes that both of them getting back up at the same time does not serve him well. Neither does it probably his opponent, as none of them will have a clear advantage. So the Lightning decides to take a chance. While neither have yet reached the vertical stance, the Show Starter re-focuses his energy from getting up to leaping towards the Crybaby. At the same time, he lifts his arm up in mid air and aims himself towards Night's head. Carter's plan is successful and a moment later he lands a vicious elbow on top of the Night-Light's head. The impact forces Alex to lose his balance and land face first on the canvas, increasing the damage done.
The unexpected shot to the head buys the Lightning some time and puts him in a slight advantage. The blow requires for the Californian to take some additional time in recovering, thus allowing the former SJN hero to rest up a bit and get back up to his feet first. By the time Dave does just that, Night has begun to try and get back up to his feet himself. Yet, Carter has no plans to waste away this advantage he created and grabs his opponent by the hair with one hand before he could make it there. The Show Starter uses his other arm to land and stiff blow to the back of the Crybaby, with the intention to weaken him. Another shot follows a second later, while the third one connects with Night's neck instead of the back. Before continuing with the blows, Dave takes time to drag Alex up to his feet, yet making sure he is still bent over. Instantly afterward, the Lightning rises his arm up in the air again, before landing it across the Californian's back, thus making sure he has no rest.
Clearly in tough spot and realizing he needs to do something, otherwise Dave might take complete advantage and hit him with something harder, Alex attempts to take action. The Crybaby lifts his arms in front of himself and tries to reach for something, eventually wrapping a grip on Carter's back tights. Immediately after grasping them, the 240 pounder forces himself forward, slamming one of his shoulders into Lightning's abdomen. The hit knocks the air out of Carter for a second, as well as makes him release the grip of Night's hair, while Alex does the same with Dave's tights. The Crybaby has a chance to turn the tables around and he doesn't hesitate at all to take it. While straightening himself up to vertical stance, he sticks out his arm and bends it over the elbow. The idea here is to catch the Party Riser in the jaw with a forearm, which he does, sending the Canadian stumbling backwards few steps.
The Crybaby cracks a slight smile while his opponent quickly shakes of the dizziness and grinds his teeth to make sure all of them are in their rightful place. The shot angered the fallen SJN hero and, without thinking it through, he charges at the Night-Light. This proves to be a great mistake on Dave's part as in a way it's what Alex expected. The Hollywood resident bends his knees a bit and reaches between the thighs of his running opponent with one arm. Alex's other arm reaches over Carter's shoulder, planting the hand on Lightning's back. The Crybaby instantly lifts the Canadian up to the air and using Dave's own momentum spins on his heels while flipping the Party Riser over. The gravity does the rest of the job, bringing the two men down. Thus Carter is nailed to the canvas back first as Night lands on top of him.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
A great counter into a Powerslam by Alex. Tables have turned around.

~~Ray White~~
For now. Question is for how long?

Capitalizing on a successful power more executed on Dave, Alex wraps one of his arms around Carter's leg, hooking it up. A quick shout notifies the referee, who instantly drops down beside the two competitors. With the Lightning's shoulder blades firmly pressed against the mat, the count begins.

Referee: 1...2...

The man's in the zebra shirt hand was already coming down for the third time when suddenly Carter's right arm shoots up in the air and his whole body rolls onto the side, throwing the Crybaby off. The Party Riser was lucky to break the count the last moment this time. However, one has to wonder if he'll be so lucky next time, if he'll allow arrogance or anger to overshadow his mind again. Alex looks rather disappointed and tries to plead at the referee in attempt to argue his way to victory. Yet, everyone knows that never works. Night is soon to realize that himself and instead opts to punish Dave further, then try and pin him again. He quickly makes his way up to his feet and locks his hands on Lightning's head, dragging the Show Starter up to vertical stance as well. Just before that happened though, Carter managed to take a glimpse at the cage wall. More specifically, what's chained to it. A crocked smile appears on his face before quickly disappearing when the Night-Light grabs his head. Both men are back up to their feet and Alex releases Dave's head, instead grasping his arm. The Californian then makes a step back and tries to pull the cruiserweight in attempt to whip him across the squared circle.
His plan fails, however, as the Show Starter shows no intention to moves. Instead, stretching out his energy reservoir, the Lighting pulls the taller and heavier opponent towards himself. Night did not expect this, thus allowing Dave to succeed. Carter step-sides the Hollywood resident, while reaching for Alex's back with his free hand to add a little push. Finally, he forces Night to release the grasp on his other arm, whipping the Crybaby to the ring ropes and, more importantly, the cage walls. This has drained a lot of Dave's strength, which is demonstrated by him instantly dropping down stomach first onto the canvas. It was worth it, though, as Alex faces much bigger problems. What the Lightning saw before was in fact the glass plane, chained to the cage wall. Yet the key point here is that it was attached at the exact place Night was whipped to. Events unfold quickly as unable to either stop or turn around, the Crybaby flies head first right into the glass plane. And even though it is chained firmly to the cage wall, it's still glass. And it still breaks like glass when something or someone smashes into it. That is the case here and pieces of glass splatter across the ring loudly. Alex falls, after bouncing of the ropes and cage, falls backwards flat on his back. The damage has been done as indicated by small cuts on the Californian's face and forehead. Blood starts to pour out of those cuts, covering the Crybaby in a crimson mask.

TBC by Alex Night

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Carter lets a smile crack in the corner of his face, apparently taking pleasure in the pain he’s inflicting upon his younger opponent. The fans boo him immensely, clearly not siding with him, but surprisingly with Alex. Showing professionalism, Dave ignores the jeers and instead makes the smart decision of covering his wounded adversary. He hooks the leg which prompts the ref dropping and starting the count. One comes by with ease, as well as two. Confidently of the fall, Carter nods his head, but his expression turns when he doesn’t hear the three count. He turns to see the ref is holding his right hand with his left, a trail of blood seeping from his hand to the canvas, staining it with it’s dark, crimson color. Apparently, a shard of glass must have shattered and bounced to the center of the ring and is now lodged in the zebra stripped official’s hand. Frustrated and angered, Dave pushes to his feet and strides to the ref. He snatches the pained hand of the ref, then pinches the area where the glass is. The ref screams in agony as the shattered glass; now looking more like a ruby thanks to the blood, pops out and topples to the floor. Dave looks at the ref and says “You better count now!” then walks back and hooks Night’s leg. Much to the Show Starter’s dismay the ref is only able to count to two before Night shoots his shoulder off the canvas to break the count. Dave Carter’s jaw nearly touches the blood stained floor, in disbelief. He pushes to his knees and after running his fingers angrily though his dark brown locks, he turns to the ref, pushes himself up and begins to argue that the count was slow. The ref holds his hand up telling Dave it hurt too much and he couldn’t count any faster. Shaking his head in disappointment, he turns and picks his opponent up to his feet. When to his feet Night pushes the Party Raiser away and then unexpectedly thrusts his right boot up, extending it to the max connecting with Dave’ lower jaw. The fans cheer at the top of their lungs, as they watch Carter fall to the canvas like a sack of potatoes a result of Alex’s “DE-Charmer” For a split second the fans are left breathless by the sudden turn of events, but soon erupt in cheers.

OH MY GAAAWD! A De-Charmer out of nowhere! Alex could get the win right now!
Holy ANAL! I can't believe this! How'd he do that? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Dave is going to kick out anyhow.
He wont have to. It looks like Night is going to climb.

Much like Jimmy said, Alex is sluggishly ascending up the cage. His feet nearly slipping every time he goes to wedge them through a new opening. But finally, after a hard battle with the cage he is standing tall on the top, holding on to the pole until he gains a feel for the height. He pounds his chest, which has blood on it from his face, then begins to untie the bolt cutters. After freeing them he squeezes the handles together a few times to make sure they work properly. He places the cutters in his mouth, then begins to climbs back down. The decent was much faster then it’s reverse, either way, Carter is still out of it completely. Like a little kid in a candy shop, Alex looks at the three corners of the ring with the cutters in hand, pondering on what to take down. He slowly starts to walk towards the ladder, with a smile stretched across his blood drenched face. He positions the bolt cutters around the chain and squeezes. POP! The chain pops open and outfalls the ladder. He lays the tool on the canvas and drags the latter under the bottom rope. He is just about to set it up when a unseen force from behind pushes him forward, he collides with the ladder then the cage and falls backwards to the canvas. Following immediately afterwards, the ladder is slammed down on his with great force by the hands of David Carter. Night’s bloody body twitches underneath the heavy metal. Dave claps and throws his hand in the air, making him the only one cheering for him. After yelling at the fans in a very vulgar manner, he dashes towards the ropes. He leaps and lands with his feet across the middle ropes and his hands along the top. After giving under his weight, the ropes pop back into place, in return catapulting him off. He does a Moonsault in the air, and lands harshly across the ladder. The sickening sound of bone on metal echoes around the arena. Dave is left writhing in hiss self-induced pains as Alex seems to be in even more immense pain after begin squashed by Carter’s risky actions.