Buried Alive Match~ Vlad vs Tripp

[-Jack Noble-]

The lights dim down, as dark smoke begins pouring out from the compact smoke machine this superstar has bought with his own money. Suddenly “Right Now” by KoRn starts to blast out of the speakers. As the metal genre song begins to play many people from this EVPW crowd get off their seats, and onto their own two feet.

[glow=black,2,300]"I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everything so tame?
I Like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around"[/glow]


~.:;Lizzie Morna;:.~

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Weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds, standing tall at a height of six foot one inch. This superstar hails from Milwaukeeeeee, Wisconsinnnn.[/color]


Through all the dark smoke a figure starts to emerge with its head hung down. The figure turns out to be none other but Tripp, with his dark black trench coat. No one in the arena can see what his face looks like due to him hanging his head low. He steps out of the smoke, and slowly raises his head up to scan through the audience. Tripp then takes a couple of steps forward, and folds his arms slowly. He then quickly points them up and out to each side screaming, getting himself pumped up for what will sure be an awesome performance. One fan is seen holding up a black and red sign reading out, "Tripp gives hell and takes heaven." That particular fan is heard screaming over all of the rest.


~.:;Lizzie Morna;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome the Rated HXC Superstar, Tripp!![/color]

[glow=black,2,300]"Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you

Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you

Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you

Right now
I can't control myself
I f**king hate you"[/glow]




Tripp walks down the entrance leading to the ring, turning his head side to side, giving the fans high fives and smiles. The Rated HXC Superstar then notices that one fan's sign from before, and goes over to her. Tripp gratefully autographs her sign as she just about faints. He then steps up onto the steel ring steps, and walks up them one at a time. The Rated HXC Superstar then enters the ring through the second rope, and stands near the turnbuckle.


[glow=black,2,300]“I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just fucked away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So when I feel the need
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself and
Watch the blood hit the ground”[/glow]


He then reaches his right arm behind his back, and grabs the sleeve of the opposite arm, causing his trench coat to fall off that arm. Tripp brings his right arm back in front of his body, and grabs the trench coat off it with his left arm. Then, being the good guy he is, hands it to the referee. By taking off his deep black trench coat, the Rated HXC Superstar reveals his Ozzy Osbourne t shirt that he usually wears into the ring. The shirt, as most people can tell by the tattered sleeves, has been worn quite a lot. Quickly he runs and jumps onto the second rope of the turnbuckle. He looks through the whole crowd with a big stupid grin on his face. Tripp continues to smile, pointing at a couple who have a sign up for him. He turns around; almost as if he was paranoid, making sure no one’s going to take a cheap shot at him. The Rated HXC Superstar then turns back to the fans, lowers his head, and then shoots it back up with his arms at each side of his body. He jumps off the turnbuckle with such a graceful leap; it’s almost as if he can defy gravity. Tripp walks over to the announcer, Lizzie, and asks for her microphone. She blushes a bit and puts out her hand with the microphone in it. Tripp smiles at her before lightly grabbing it out of her hand.


~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Let's get straight down to it, everyone is wondering what I did to deserve a "death match" like this right? Well it's simple really, if you rattle the cage the dog'll bite. But anyway, from what I have heard, I'm not so favored in this match. Let me tell you the odds, Vlad... nintey seven pertenct, Tripp... three. So you apparently dont know who the hell I am, Im not some stepping stone, I am the Rated HXC Superstar People! [/color]

Some of the members of the audience clap while others boo.

~.:;The Rated HXC Superstar~Tripp;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
So lets get Mr. Big Shot out here right now, so I can prove to myself, and everyone around the world that I'm not dead yet! [/color][/center]


TBCB Vlad

[Vladimir Strife]

'People Hate Me' by the Murderdolls blares throughout the P.A. system as Vladimir Strife steps out from behind the mesh curtain, looking around the crowd with a diabolical grin on his face. The fans boo him for his actions earlier tonight, all on the same page that Vladimir Strife has finally went too far.

JP: I used to respect Vladimir... but I just don't think I can after what happened tonight in that Hell In A Cell... I mean, come on! It was his job to be impartial and he... well, I don't think I can stomach to say what happened... But how the hell could he!?
Ray: Even I don't think I can ever look at this man the same way after what happened....

Vladimir Strife slides into the ring as Tripp runs at him, the King drops him to the canvas with a hard right.

Before Lizzie has had time to announce him properly, Vlad grabs the microphone from her.

"From Sighisoara Romania.... the King of all there is, all there was, all there EVER WILL BE!!! The TRUE Legend... VLADIMIR FUCKING STRIFE!!! Tripp... I gave you a choice backstage..."

Vladimir kicks his opponent in the mouth as he's trying to get up.

"If you had simply joined me in the Kingdom... I could have saved you. But this.... this is the fate you've chosen. You must live with your choices... but I promise I'll make that all go away soon.."

TBCB Tripp

[-Jack Noble-]

The referee looks angered but signals for the bell as Vladimir continues the assault on Tripp. He is connecting with kick after kick into Tripp’s ribs, surely causing quite the amount of damage. As Vladimir extends out his leg to kick Tripp in the ribs once again, he wraps his arm around Vlad’s foot and pulls him over. The Hardcore King trips over Tripp, how ironic huh, and falls to his stomach as Tripp puts a hand on his ribs and gets to his knees. He then slowly makes his way back to his feet, as Vladimir does the same. The two men begin to pace around one another in a circle that spans through out the whole ring. Cheers echo out from the crowd, either for their favorite stars, or just the sheer excitement of EVPW’s first pay per view. Vladimir seems to get sick of the pacing the two had been doing, and he charges at Tripp with his right arm stuck out to his side. Tripp ducks the attempted clothesline, and quickly leaps up in the air and thrusts both of his feet into The Hardcore King’s upper back. By doing this Vladimir is sent chest first into the turnbuckle. The Rated HXC Superstar then stampedes towards the ropes and jumps up onto the second one; he then pushes off that rope with his feet and jumps off into the air. The jump takes him towards Vlad and he quickly sticks his knee out, his knee smacks into the back of The Hardcore King’s head.

~.:;Jimmy Pate;:.~

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What a unique move from The Rated HXC Superstar! [/color]

~.:;Ray White;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
It sure was Jimmy. [/color]

~.:;Jimmy Pate;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Nothing more to say..? Are you alright Ray? [/color]

~.:;Ray White;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Sorry, I was just thinking about the time me and Vladmeister could share together.. [/color]

Jimmy seems a bit disturbed after hearing that last sentence from Ray White, but continues to watch the match none the less.

Vladimir Strife grasps his head before falling backwards onto the mat. Tripp, you can tell, is still hurting from that flurry of kicks he took from Vladimir earlier in the match. The Rated HXC Superstar then makes his way over to where The Hardcore King lays, and begins to pull him up by his hair. Vladimir, however, counters with a couple of stiff right and left hands into the gut of Tripp. Tripp spins away in pain as Vlad makes it back up to his feet, trying to regain some control in this match. As Tripp is facing away from him, Vladimir begins to run towards him. Tripp, who it now near the ropes, doesn’t see him coming, and gets a big right arm across his back, sending both men flying out of the ring and smacking into the guard rail. The Rated HXC Superstar seems to have taken the bigger blow from the move, but Vladimir appears to have injured himself by his own move along with Tripp. Both men seem to have been laying there for what feels like ages, but in reality it has been more around the fifteen seconds mark. Suddenly a hand shoots up and grasps the barricade, as it turns out to be The Hardcore King himself, Vladimir Strife, who is trying to help himself back to his feet after that body risking move. You can see his arm muscles flexing as he pulls himself back up to a vertical base, much unlike Tripp. Vladimir quickly takes advantage of his newly found leverage and begins to pummel Tripp with kick after kick to the ribs like how the match first started.

~.:;Jimmy Pate;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Vlad sure is being relentless in this match up tonight, and he damn well should be. Tripp is a very worthy opponent, and not to mention the type of match this is. [/color]

~.:;Ray White;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Don’t even remind me, this match is horrible! Just horrible I tell you!! Why would EVPW allow such a match like this? [/color]

~.:;Jimmy Pate;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Well these two men seem to generally hate each other, and I guess this is the best way to settle their differences. [/color]

~.:;Ray White;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Tripp should have just joined the Kingdom like Vladimir wanted him to; this would have never had to happen! I feel bad for both men in this match… even if you win you’re still going to be severely injured most likely. [/color]

Vladimir soon after seems to get bored with the complete annihilation of his opponent, so he pulls him upright and tosses him into the ring like a piece of garbage. Vlad follows Tripp into the ring, as he slides under the bottom rope on his stomach before pushing himself off the mat and onto both feet once again. He then goes to grab The Rated HXC Superstar by the hair, but he is met with a left and right into his stmach. Once he stands upright, Tripp immediately grabs the wrist of his opponent and uses his weight to send the Hardcore King across the ring. After being flung into the opposite side of the ring, and off of the ropes, he returns quicker than ever only to run into the arms of Tripp, who wraps both of them around his waist and snaps his hips backward. This flings Vladimir into the air and flipping overhead. He lands onto his back with a hard thud as he rolls over onto his stomach with his right arm on his lower back. The Rated HXC Superstar looks around at the crowd as they seem to be stunned at what he had just pulled off. Tripp goes over and grabs a hold of both of Vlad's legs and steps in between them. Tripp then crosses his legs around the leg which he put through and holds them in place with his arms. Tripp then steps over, turning The Hardcore King over onto his stomach. He leans back, causing a great amount of pressure on Vladimir’s legs. Vlad punches the mat in frustration and pain, grabbing around at anything, trying desperately to get out of the nasty sharpshooter.

~.:;Ray White;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
Tripp shouldn’t be doing this! He can’t win the Buried Alive Match like this! [/color]

~.:;Jimmy Pate;:.~[/font][/SIZE]
No he can’t Ray, but he can weaken down Vladimir as much as he wants to right now, I don’t see a way he could get out of this Sharpshooter submission hold! [/color][/center]



TBCB Vlad

[Vladimir Strife]

Tripp maintains his grip on the hold, Vladimir sliding his fingers into his hair and pulling at it as he presses his palms over his eyes, trying to cope with the pain. He clenches his jaw, teeth mashed tightly together. Vladimir tries to straighten his legs, but they are too weakened from the sharpshooter, Tripp pulling them up higher and increasing the pressure on Strife's spine. Vladimir's nails scrape the canvas as he literally begins clawing to the ropes. Once there, Vladimir clutches the bottom rope, the referee informing him that he can't force a break due to there being no disqualification per match rules. Vladimir looks at him with a hateful glare, Tripp smiling at Vlad's plight. The King flips one arm over the other before pulling himself over, rolling his body and twisting Tripp around, slinging him to the mat.

Ray: He's free! Vlad's finally escaped that sharpshooter submission and that means trouble for the rated HXC star!
JP: It may. At the same time though, you have to wonder what Vladimir can and can't do with his legs following the time in that painful maneuver.

Both men find their way back up, Vlad holding the top rope as he takes it easy on his legs, still tender from the strain. Tripp takes quick advantage of this, kicking the back of Vladimir's thigh, a slap ringing out from the flat top of the boot hitting at high force. Vlad's knee buckles and he nearly crashes down. Tripp follows with another kick to the same area, making the pain more intense. The King yells out in pain as he makes steps forward, trying to get away. Tripp kicks him a third time, Vladimir screaming helplessly once more. This time, he turns and fights, grabbing Tripp by the shirt before pulling him to the ropes with a burst of power, sending the Career Ender over the top and down to the floor. Tripp makes a full rotation though, landing on his feet safely to the displeasure of Vladimir.

Tripp grabs under the bottom rope, grabbing Vlad's foot. Strife pulls it back away though and drives it over the bottom rope and into the side of Jakob's face, forcing him to relent. Vladimir grabs the top rope and uses it to a slingshot like effect as he allows it to pull him forward and help send him into a flip over the top. Tripp still has his wits about him however and steps out of the way, allowing Vladimir to land ungracefully on the ground, his feet almost landing and stretching the ligaments in his right knee more. The King rolls around on the ground, pulling the leg of his pants up and wrapping his hands around his knee. He pulls the kneepad down, looking to make sure it's alright, the pain worrying him. He raises his head into a stomp that plants his forehead, Tripp knocking him down before hooking his leg and turning him over into a half boston crab.

JP: Vladimir has hurt his knee yet again and Tripp wasted no time picking up on that and going to work. He's taken the King by surprise and has him in a single leg boston crab, no doubt making the matter even worse for the undefeated wonder.
Ray: Well, good! I hope Vladimir is suffering, I hope he's thinking about what he did earlier and I hope this comes to haunt him for the rest of his life!!

Vladimir screams in agony as he begins writhing, searching for some means of escape. Tripp squats down, locking in the hold as he torques the leg of Vlad, stretching the ligaments and cartilage that holds the knee together. He breaks the hold early, throwing a fist forward across the head of a fan that has jumped the barricade and rushed him. The fan is dressed in a long hooded robe, reminiscent of the famous Star Wars movie, it appearing that a Jedi has invaded EVPW. The fan takes the punch, being rocked back before retaliating with a sharp knee to the crotch of the rated HXC star. Tripp goes down to one knee, covering the sensitive area as the mysterious man reigns down with blow after blow to the skull of Vladimir's opponent. The rest of the fans boo, not approving of this attack on one of their favorites.

JP: What is this!? Some crazed fan has jumped the railing... and he's attacking Tripp!?
Ray: This night has just been full of surprises!

Tripp pushes the man back into the steel steps, sending him tumbling down. As security pounces the intruder, Tripp shakes his head and turns back to his opponent. Metal clashes with his skull, the seat of the steel chair popping out as Tripp drops stiffly. Vladimir grins and walks around the fallen hero, lashing out with the foreign object once more, this time befalling the crest of a guard and taking him over the barricade and into an innocent bystander. The hooded figure turns, right arm now freed, using it to slam his elbow into the jaw of the other restrainer, knocking him out and letting himself go. Vladimir smiles to him and mouths the word "I thought you'd never come."

They turn their attention to Tripp, picking him up and carrying him, an arm around each of their necks as they drag him towards the open hole and the casket over it. Vladimir lags a bit, his accomplice having to wait on him a bit due to his injured knee. When they finally reach it, Vlad signals for his friend to do something and the man drops his end of Tripp. The man steps backstage and comes back out with an axe in hand, walking over to the casket. He slams the blade down, splitting through the bit of wood the casket sits on, breaking it and causing the coffin to drop to the bottom of the hole. Vlad smiles in appeasement and begins to bring Tripp over to the side of the opening.

JP: What the hell is going on!? This isn't right at all!

Vladimir makes another request and the robed man gets him a microphone. Before he can return though, Tripp fires out with a punch to Vlad's nose, causing him to let go of him and step away. He follows through with several more shots, fighting his way back into this contest. As Vladimir stumbles, Tripp comes back in, fist cocked back and ready to lay him out. Vladimir grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in as he lowers his head, battering his forehead into the face of Tripp and knocking him to the dirt surrounding the grave. The man returns quickly and hands Vladimir the microphone, who raises it to his lips, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"The career ender, huh? Hell of a fight, isn't it, Mr. Rated HXC? You see... I may not be Italian, Tripp... when I make an offer, you can refuse it.. it's just the catch that's a bitch."

Vladimir orders his friend to help Tripp up, ever so kindly. Once up, Vlad grabs his opponent by the throat, squeezing his windpipe shut and causing Tripp to gasp for air.

"You see... of all the people in this business you don't want to piss off... I am #1. Hell may hath no fury like a woman scorn... but hell has yet to see the likes of Vladimir T. Strife! You tried to rip my knee apart.. and from the feel of it, you did a bang up job. You tried to take me out of the game and I'm not going to be mad about that.. In fact, all I can say about it is two words..."

Tripp claws at Vladimir's arm, trying to free himself in order to get oxygen back into his lungs, his windpipe still cut off from Vlad's clutch as he wheezes and begins turning a deep shade of ruby red.

"My turn."

Vladimir rams his skull into Tripp's face once more, blood shooting out from his nostrils as his nose breaks. He lets out a muffled cry of pain and Vlad pulls his head back, looking him in the eyes closely, his brows furrowed down in a glance of anger and hatred. He pushes Tripp back, the rated HXC star keeping his feet on the edge of the hole, tilted back and struggling to keep his legs from slipping and falling into the pit. He looks back and down into the dark descent, looking back at Vladimir, gazing into the hatred and malicious intent in his eyes. As the King leans in towards the renegade, he releases his hold on him, Tripp dropping down into the hole and landing 6 feet below into the coffin.

The referee signals for the bell, which rings to signal the end of this contest. Meanwhile, Vladimir's assistant has recovered a shovel, handing it to the King as he digs it into the dirt before shovelling the soil into the hole and onto Tripp.

JP: Now this is going way over the line! Vladimir brought in help and cheated his way to a win, now he's trying to actually bury Tripp!! He can't do this! Someone has to stop him! That's a fucking human being in there!!!