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Post by duketaylor on Dec 24, 2008 22:42:24 GMT -4
The arena, that was in nothing short of a pandemonium of cheers is suddenly divided as 'I Stand Alone' by Godsmack hits the P.A. system. While the lights begin to reach a pitch black state, the boos quickly surpass the cheers as Duke Taylor emerges from behind the curtains, draped in an astounding, black robe made of heavy cotton, the same as most antique-style curtains are made of. The robe is covered by about 700 Austrian Rhinestones of the highest clarity. In the middle, a large, golden dollar sign, made of thousands of a diamond like beads, hand placed. On the side of the symbol, in white text resides the name "Duke Taylor". The inside of the rope is made of thousands of hand sewn silver sequins.
Taylor slowly twirls around on each side of the stage, seemingly showing off his elegant, highly expensive robe before strutting into the middle. He leans his head down and extends his arm's out as far as they can go, expanding the robe so that his body seems bird like. The small diamond shards on the back begin glittering in the darkness. The crowds attention is suddenly diverted from Duke Taylor, who stands in the spotlight, to the top of the entrance platform where gold pyrotechnics begin descending down from. The gold pyrotechnics come crashing down on the entrance ramp like rain drops, slightly behind Taylor. After the explosions come to an end, Taylor lifts his head up, and cracks a smug like grin, before strutting down to the ring, with his robe dragging along the ramp.
::[Lizzie Morna]::
Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is the last first round match of the Imperial Championship Tournament, and your pre-main event.
Introducing first, hailing from Arlington Texas and weighing in at about 235 pounds... he is the Self-Made-Billionaire..... Duke Taylor!
Now I've told you this once before
You can't control me
If you try to take me down you're gonna break
Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me
I'm picking you outa me
you run away
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
::[Ray White]::
And here comes Duke Taylor, and might I say, that robe he is wearing is Simply Priceless. Would have cost him a fortune if he wasn't so rich and handsome.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
I doubt his looks had anything to do with the purchasing of that robe or the gaining of his riches. [/b] ::[Ray White]::
Whatever you say! All I know is, I want to slip under that robe with him and wrap by arms around his waist, and carry him to the Ray White promise land. Hell, there won't be a need to pay me, because I'll do it for free!Taylor grabs his robe by both ends and lifts it slightly up off the ground before marching up the steel stairs, one step at a time. Taylor reaches the top before releasing his robe. The Self Made Billionaire then walks along the ring apron and when he reaches the center, he begins wiping his custom made Durango Cowboy Boots, like he is some sort of royalty. After his gesture, Taylor enters the ring, stepping through the middle and top rope. He twirls into the center of the ring, letting the expensive jewelry on his back once again glitter in the darkness. Taylor then backs up near the nearby ring ropes, where he slowly removes his robe. As he carefully hands his gown to the ring attendant, the lights slowly return to normal. As his entrance tune pans out, Taylor begins jumping in place, loosening up his muscles, seemingly getting ready for the task at hand. The important task at hand that could be the first of many moments that define his career and perpetrate him into the hall of fame. The same important task that if he allows to slip through his fingers could easily prove how much of a megalomaniac he truly is. TBC by The Purest [/center][/size] |
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Post by thepurest on Dec 27, 2008 6:34:47 GMT -4
The camera changes from Duke to the stage as the lights dim and the intro to -Human by Metallica starts to play. The fans start to cheer, but there is still a number of boos in there, not so many however as it would seem Purest is starting to win the fans round after his match last week with King Bear, Chris Pyro and Ricky Masters. After about 20 seconds of -Human The Purest confidently strides out onto the stage and raises his arms with a microphone in one hand.
Jimmy - Oh, Great. It looks like he's going to say a few words! That should be fun!
Ray - Lighten up for Christ sake, Christmas is gone and the new year is fast approaching! You should be happy that they haven't replaced you yet!
Purest lowers his arms and moves further down the ramp, stopping again as he catches a glimpse of one of the fans. He walks over as he seems to recognise them but it soon becomes obvious he is more interested in the clothes they are wearing. He grabs a near-by camera man and forces his camera over to the fans shirt and in bold letters you can clearly see the name - "Joey Lexus" and a picture of Joey's face. Purest smiles at the camera and shakes his head before moving further down the ramp.
"Don't you leave me Father Time
Take me with you
Tell me does your sun still shine
Come squeeze the world and drip it down my throat...oh yeah
Down my throat again....woooah"
Lizzie - On his way to the ring...Weighing in tonight at 240lbs and standing 6ft 4in tall...*Purest hands her a slip of paper and she seems hesitant to read it but he urges her to do so*...'The reason you're all here and the sexiest man alive'...The Purest!
Purest poses as his arrogance turns alot of the fans who were cheering for him against him. This doesn't phase him however as he slides into the ring under the bottom rope, waving his arms in a shooing manner to the referee and Duke. The referee drops out the ring but Duke stands firm and stares him down until Purest breaks his gaze and moves over to the corner. Climbing the turnbuckle he encourages the fans to stand up, alot of them do but defiantly around a quarter stay seated.
"Touch me so I think I'm here
Skin my senses
Barely breathing
Minus Human
Please squeeze the world and drip it down my throat again
Down my throat again.....woooah"
Purest jumps back down from the turnbuckle and motions for his music to be cut. As the music stops the lights return to normal and Purest begins to speak.
The Purest - First off I'd like to thank y'all for coming out here tonight to see me! *Some of the more mellow fans laugh off his comment but it receives alot of boos aswell* I think you may be a little disappointed by what I'm about to tell you however. You see back in the days when the wrestling world was an open territory and two federations stood tall against each other, One being EVPW and the other being ICW, If i do say so myself the reason the ICW was so popular was because of one consistent factor...Me! *He continues to talk so's not to let the fans boos drown him out* So when i was injured by NVX in a four way number one contendership and had to sit home for the best part of a year, ICW buckled under the pressure of not having their main talent and ended up having to merge with EVPW!
Ray - I think there were a few other reasons behind that! *Ray and Jimmy share a laugh while Purest tries to arrange his thoughts*
The Purest - You see i went on to win that contendership match but never got the chance to cash in on my opportunity, which did not have a set expiry. So in theory, i should still have my title shot waiting for me on ICW and as ICW is now a part of the EVPW corporation, the title shot should carry over to here. Therefore, instead of me beating Duke tonight and going on to win the title from this tournament, Instead what is going to happen is that Demon will come out right now and announce me the winner of the "Demon Invitational Tournament". If that doesn't happen i am walking out of the arena and suing this company for all they've go--!
Before he can finish his sentence he is blind sided by a charging Duke, sending him to the mat, rolling towards the corner. Duke repeatedly stomps on him with the leverage of the ropes as the referee slides in the ring and calls for the bell and the match gets under way.
Ding, Ding, Ding!
TbC by Taylor
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Post by duketaylor on Dec 29, 2008 1:38:49 GMT -4
Duke Taylor continues his relentless, inexorable attack, as he keeps stomping a mudhole into The Purest, attempting to weaken and batter his tough opponent in the early goings. The ref steps in and finally subdues the eager beaver known as Duke Taylor, as he pulls the Self Made Billionaire away allowing The Purest to try and regain his stamina and composure.
Taylor notices The Purest crawling over near the bottom rope, and as the Purest begins lifting himself up, Taylor shoves the ref aside and charges in at him. Taylor lifts his leg up and drives it straight into The Purest's sternum, causing his lungs to constrict, depriving him of oxygen and ultimately dropping him to his side. From there the arrogant billionaire grabs The Purest by his hair and drags him neck first onto the bottom rope. From there, Duke place his hands on top of the bottom rope before placing his leg onto The Purest's skull. Taylor then uses The Purest's head as a step and lifts up, using the rope as a weapon, choking the arrogant, Scotland native.
::[Ray White]::
This is exactly how it should be done. Choke out your opponent because if he can't breathe he can't beat you up! Great strategy by the sexy billionaire.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
Viciously choking your opponent is not great strategy, it's a great way to demonstrate how to break the rules.
As Taylor continues to torture The Purest with the illegal yet vile rope choke, the ref finally steps in and demands that Taylor release The Purest and step away. When he gets no intimation of affirmation, the referee begins his count, seemingly seconds away from disqualifying Taylor for his despicable actions.
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3!
4!
Just as the number 5 is about to roll off the ref's tongue and the 5th finger is about to raise up on his hand, Taylor releases Taylor. As The Purest begins choking, due to the lack of air flowing to his lungs, Taylor takes the moment to taunt the crowd and The Purest himself, as he holds his neck and begins to fake cough. After getting the obvious, negative reaction from the crowd, Taylor turns his attention back to The Purest, who slowly tries to stir himself to his feet.
When he reaches one knee, Taylor snatches him by his hair and drags him from his knee to his feet and to the near by corner.
From there, the self made billionaire lifts his knee up and quickly drives it into The Purest's gut. The knee to the gut causes The Purest to crouch over, allowing Taylor to grapple around his head before taking his elbow and cutting up, popping The Purest in the nose and lifting his head back up with the pinpoint European Uppercut.
As The Purest cringes, Taylor tightly grips his far wrist. Taylor then back steps before pulling The Purest's momentum forward. At the last moment, Taylor sidesteps before whipping The Purest across the ring to the corner across. When The Purest turns and lands back first in the corner, Taylor charges at him, running like a bat out of hell and with purpose.
The Purest though, shows that he has some gas left in the tank, as he lifts his leg up, causing Taylor to drive fast first into The Purest's black boot.
The force causes Taylor to back stagger into the center, allowing The Purest an ample amount of time to recuperate. When The Purest makes his way out of the corner, Taylor attempts to regain the momentum, as he charges once again at The Purest, extending his arm out and throwing it at The Purest's head, seemingly head hunting.
The Purest though, has other intentions, as he ducks the potential devastating clothesline. As Taylor rotates back around, The Purest turns to him and awaits him and when he does, The Purest leaps into the air and spins 360 degrees, so that his body is somewhat horizontal before hitting the self made billionaire with the back of his boot. The spinning heel kick that connects straight to Taylor's mouth, causes the cocky businessman from Texas to stagger into the ropes.
As he leans on the ropes, The Purest quickly springs up to his feet, demonstrating his agility. Before Taylor can get his head back on track, The Purest sprints over to him and extends his arm out before clocking him in his head and knocking him over the ropes. As soon as Taylor's feet come into contact with the concrete arena floor, the Arlington native stumbles over.
By the time Taylor gets to his feet, The Purest had already gotten himself into perfect position for a high risk maneuver.
Taylor, with his back to the ring, oblivious to the potential threat lurking on the top rope behind him, slowly makes it back to a vertical base before turning around to meet his fate that quickly leaps off the top and soars through the air.
Just before impact, The Purest arcs his body horizontally, landing across Taylor's chest, executing a flying crossbody.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
Good God has the momentum shifted in this one! Taylor was in complete control since the start but it has dramatically been shifted to The Purest who is showing no signs of letting up.
::[Ray White]::
Oh that crossbody doesn't bold well for the billionaire from the lone star state. He needs to get back into the bout or he'll find himself quickly out of Imperial Championship contention!
::[Jimmy Pate]::
This match has been back and fourth thus far, who will advance in the Imperial Championship Tournament? We will find out when we come back from our commercial break! Don't change that station this is Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling!
::[Commercial Break]::
::[Ray White]::
Welcome back to Wednesday Night Genesis and before the break your heard it from Jimmy Pate's own mouth that this one might be a see-saw, well it has see-sawed it's way back into the clutches of Duke Taylor. Here, watch this!
::[The screen for the viewers at home cuts in half and in the right portion the term "Instant Replay" pops up! The footage shows The Purest banging Duke Taylor's head off the side of the announce table. After the facial feature disfiguring blow, Taylor drops to his knees and crawls near the steel post. When The Purest closes in, Taylor quickly grabs him by his arm before pulling him in and causing him to drive head first into the unforgiving steel]::
The footage goes back live and shows Duke Taylor standing over The Purest in the center of the ring, his eyes locked on The Purest. Speaking of his eyes, after having the momentum grip through his fingers previously, Taylor is more focused and hell bent on bringing pain down on to his adversary.
Taylor lifts leg up before driving it downward with all his might, straight onto The Purest's leg. Taylor then struts over to the Purest's second leg and does the same, lifting his leg up before stomping onto his opponent's leg, softening him up.
The seriousness is quickly erased as Taylor conforms to his old demeanor, arrogance. Taylor extends both his arms out and leans his head back, eliciting even more boos from the crowd who was already hating his performance.
The posing soon bites Taylor in the behind as The Purest shakes his cobwebs and leans up to one knee. Before Taylor can come back down to earth, The Purest drives a fist straight into Taylor's gut.
As he reaches a vertical base, he drives his fist straight into Taylor's forehead. He follows up on the shot with another stiff punch that has Taylor reeling. With the momentum quickly shifting itself back into The Purest's favor, The Purest lifts his leg up before driving forward, attempting to plant his foot into the self made billionaire's gut.
Taylor however, has other intentions, as he catches the pure one's leg with both his hands. The two hand grab turns out to be Taylor's Achilles Heel, as he leaves his skull open for business.
The Purest, hoping on one leg, leaps into the air, while Taylor still holds his foot, before taking his free foot and cracking the self made billionaire square across the temple.
The perfect placed enziguri doesn't drop the Texas native down instantly, but it causes him to wobble in place like someone highly intoxicated.
With Taylor in a standing dream street, the Purest takes advantage, once again exploiting his quickness, springing up to his feet. The Purest grabs Taylor's head and bends him over before applying a front facelock. While he places their heads side by side under one another's shoulder he uses his free hand to grab hold of the self made billionaire's far hand before then swinging over Taylor and down to the ground, in a semi-circular motion. The rotating causes both Taylor and The Purest to fall to the canvas back-first. The expertly executed swinging neckbreaker coerces a painful vibe in Taylor's spinal region as his neck comes into impact with the Purest's shoulder.
After the stunning turn of events, The Purest grabs a fallen Taylor by his wrist and drags him into the center of the ring before collapsing over onto him and hooking his leg for the pin.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
Good grief what a swinging neckbreaker. I bet they heard that one all they way in the cheap seats! And then the cover! That could do it right there Ray!
*Ray White Covers his eyes*
::[Ray White]::
OH I CAN'T WATCH!!
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Post by thepurest on Dec 30, 2008 16:38:24 GMT -4
Just as the ref is dropping his hand for the three, Taylor manages to roll his right shoulder barely off the mat. He reaches his arm around in an attempt to hold his hurt neck but Purest has another idea as he grabs his wrist and forces his shoulder onto the mat again. The referee drops down to check, he sees both Duke's shoulders are on the mat so begins his count.
1...
He barely get the one count as Duke kicks his legs up violently. It's like Purest is driving on auto as he immediately uses one hand to hold his opponents head down as he punches him with the other.
Jimmy Pate - Will you look already!? *He pulls Ray's hands away from his face.*
As Purest continues to beat on his opponent, Duke manages to get his legs up between them and he kicks up into his stomach, pushing him off. Taylor then rolls to the side and lays face down on the mat, having to recuperate a little holding his neck as it would seem he's still feeling the effects of that vicious neck breaker. He manages to struggle to his feet and turns his attention on Purest who has just made it to his knees, holding his stomach. The Self Made Billionaire runs off the ropes and comes back at his opponent, throwing his legs out in front of him-the soles of his booted feet go crashing into the side of Purests head.
Ray White - Oh my god!
Purest slowly collapses from his knees down onto his side as sweat and a small trickle of blood runs from him into a slowly forming puddle on the mat. Meanwhile Duke jumps straight to his feet and starts pandering to the crowd beating his chest, Despite the lack of love in the arena for Purest it would seem they prefer him to the very egotistical Billionaire.
Fans - Purest....Purest....Purest....
Purests small cut continues to bleed as he lays face down on the mat, not moving. The referee checks on his condition before heading over to the ropes, conversing with his assistant referee on the outside of the ring. As both men are distracted, Taylor takes the opportunity to remove the padding off one of the top turn-buckle before pulling a barely concious Purest to his feet and dragging him over to the corner, He looks around warily before grabbing Purest by the back of the head and trying to ram him face first into the exposed steel but The Pure One manages to get his foot up onto the middle turn-buckle to hold himself back and instead throws his elbow back into his opponents stomach before grabbing Duke by the back of his head and forcing it into the steel buckle. Duke collapses backwards to the mat and Purest slowly slides down towards the mat only managing to stay partially upright by holding the top rope. The referee hears the loud thud of Duke hitting the mat so turns back to the action to see Purest limply laying across duke. He begins the count:
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2...
The ref looks up to see that Taylor's managed to get his foot on the bottom rope so ceases his count and starts explaining to Purest why i did so, it takes a second to sink in but once Purest realises what happened he moves off Duke and starts struggling to his feet, he gets there to a loud applause from the fans. Duke is starting to rouse as well but Purest leaves him so he can climb to the second rope, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet.
Jimmy Pate - What's he got planned here?
Ray White - How the hell am i supposed to know!?
Duke gets to his feet but staggers around delirious and confused, he comes to realise what's going on and turns to face Purest but as he does Purest leaps towards him with both hands clasped tightly together. Bringing the Axe Handle down across the forehead of his opponent he lands on his feet while Duke staggers back but manages to hold himself up.
Ray White - Just goes to show how well conditions these guys are.
Purest composes himself before charging at the crouching Duke who is on one knee next to the ropes, As soon as he reaches him Taylor pushes his shoulder forward into his stomach before standing up and tossing Purest over the top rope. Purest awkwardly tumbles over the ropes and lands back first on the apron before falling off to the concrete floor.Rolling over onto his back with the pain evidently etched across his face, he gasps for air as he holds his lower back. Taylor leans over the rope and spits on his opponent.
Jimmy Pate - That despicable bastard!
The referee begins to count Purest out.
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2...
3...
Purest sits up and gets up to one knee as the count continues,
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6...
Purest, now fully back to his feet, rolls in the ring to break the count but he immediately rolls back out and walks up the ramp a little catching his breath. The ref is about to start the count but Taylor drops down and slides out the ring, he runs up the ramp to Purest, throwing his arm at out at his side into the back of Purests head. The Scottish national stumbles forward before falling to his knees on the steel ramp.The referee counts his losses and doesn't both trying to get the action back in the ring and instead begins a count.
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Duke rains a couple of blows down on his opponent before Purest throws a wild right arm aimlessly into the air, catching Taylor across the side of the face. Temporarily dazing his opponent, this gave Purest the chance to get the advantage and he does so by firstly getting to his feet then throwing a couple of hard right hooks to the side of Dukes head. Realising the strength Purest is packing into his punches Taylor positions himself between the referee and Purest before throwing his knee up between his opponents legs. The ref not seeing this continues to shout at them to get back in the ring.
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Jimmy Pate - Open your eyes referee!
Purest falls slightly forward but is propped up by Taylor who grabs him by the throat before pushing him away, Purest stumbles backwards up the ramp but before he falls he manages to regain some sort of balance. His opponent is headed back towards the ring so the still hurting Purest quickly hobbles down the ramp till he catches up with Duke who he grabs a hold of by the back of his head and his trousers--not stopping while doing this--he runs towards the ring post and pushes Taylor out in front of him sending the Texas born star face first into in the in the steel post before tumbling over into the guard rail. Purest turns to the cheering fans and throws one hand in the air and they cheer louder and louder. He doesn't seem to realise that the ref's count is slowly getting higher as he heads towards his grounded opponent.
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6...
Ray White - If they don't get back in that ring soon they're both gonna get counted out and no-one wants to see a great match like this end that way.
Pulling his opponent to a standing position he pushes him back so he is leaning against the guard rail, fans angrily shout at and push Duke as he silently sells his fatigue. Purest kicks him in the mid section a couple of times before grabbing him by the throat and pushing back as he chokes him. With Duke stretched across the railing Purest continues to choke him out but only for a matter of seconds before Duke gets his own hands up across the face and neck of Purest, trying to push his opponent off him. Eventually he manages to get his thumb into Purests eye and the 6'4" Scotsman yelps in pain before letting his opponent go. Purest tries to regain the momentum and pulls Dukes head down to his side and wraps his arm around his opponents neck but before he can hit what seemed to be intended as a DDT, Taylor runs forward, Slamming Purest's back into the ring apron and both men go down.
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8...
Duke rubs his neck as he gets back to his feet, he looks up to see the ref shouting on him to get back in the ring. He flips him off but realising he'll not win the match if they get counted out he rolls barely in the ring and straight back and the ref has to restart the count. Taylor uses the time while Purest is stretched out across the floor holding his back to regain his own energy.
TbC by Duke Taylor
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Post by duketaylor on Dec 31, 2008 0:54:39 GMT -4
Taylor takes a deep breath and then another before dropping down to his side and sliding back out of the ring through the middle rope. The cocky billionaire drags his feet over to his seemingly decapitated adversary, The Purest, before grabbing him around his head with both hands and lifting him up to a vertical base. Taylor carries his opponent to the ring before grabbing him by the back of his trousers and hair. Taylor then grits his teeth and contorts his face before dumping The Purest back into the squared hell. As The Purest rolls back into the center, Taylor slides back in himself.
With The Purest down, Taylor crawls over to him before draping an arm over his chest, pinning him and praying for the victory. With The Purest's shoulders down, the ref has no choice but to do his duty, as he slides down rather theatrically into perfect position and makes the count.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
After the hundreds of momentum swings and sudden turn of events, this match might be over here. Duke Taylor is literally 3 seconds away from victory and moving ever so closer to that Imperial Championship Match. Well, provided The Purest doesn't have anything left in the gas tank.
::[Ray White]::
Give me a break, it was good while it lasted but The Purest is as finished as your wrestling career Jimbo!
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2!
As Taylor blocks out the noises from the crowd he closes his eyes and envisions himself holding the Imperial Championship and surrounded by a group of models, all rubbing his chest. His day dream is brought to an abrupt end though, as The Purest shockingly is able to get his left shoulder up, not only stunning the self made billionaire, but the entire arena which suddenly erupts into a frenzy.
Taylor rises up off of The Purest and sits up on his knees. As he squints his eyes he protrudes his arm out in the air before balling up his fist. The fist then slams down to the canvas, the gesture demonstrating Taylor's growing frustration.
Taylor slowly and angrily rises to his feet as while The Purest rolls over on his belly, holding his lower back with his arm.
Taylor, maybe out of frustration with himself, quickly raises his elbow up into the air before dropping down to the canvas. Upon reaching the canvas, Taylor thrusts his elbow hard into his adversary's lower back.
As the Purest moans due to the excruciating pain causes by the elbow drop, Taylor quickly springs up about halfway to his feet before dropping another elbow onto The Purest. Taylor is not yet satisfied there, as he springs back up once more before dropping his elbow, with all his body weight, down onto his opponents back.
As the moans of The Purest grow, Taylor snatches him by his hair and drags him harshly up to his feet, with no remorse and no care for the way he awkwardly bent The Purest's neck during ascension.
The self made billionaire, Duke Taylor, applies a front face lock to The Purest while draping the pure one's near arm over his own shoulder. When The Purest is in perfect position, Taylor lifts him upside down and into the air. Duke demonstrates his strength by holding it for a few before falling backwards slamming The Purest hard, back-first into the canvas.
With The Purest still locked in the maneuver, Duke Taylor swings his legs and flips himself over before rising to his feet and dragging The Purest up as well. When they both make it to their feet, they are back where they started, standing in the front face lock. Taylor once again grips The Purest's trousers before lifting him upside down and into the air. Taylor doesn't show off this time, as he quickly falls down and dumps the Purest back first onto the mat.
Taylor though, is hungry for one more, as he once again swings his legs and flips himself over before rising and dragging he and The Purest back to a vertical base. Taylor repeats his original steps, as he tightly grips the Purest's trousers. He once again bends his knees before lifting The Purest upside down and into the air. Like before Taylor doesn't show off as he falls backwards driving the Purest back first into the mat.
Taylor and The Purest both lie on the mat back first, breathing and seemingly out of energy. The first to stir is Duke Taylor who slowly moves backward and drags his arm over The Purest's chest, pinning him and once again searching for the victory.
::[Ray White]::
Texas Tango! Three Amigos! Tres Verticos Suplexos! Whatever you want to call it, it was devastating and this time it is over!
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Just as the referee's hand was coming down to smack the canvas for the third and final time, The Purest digs deep down and once again shocks Duke Taylor and the arena by getting a shoulder up, seemingly in the eleventh hour!
::[Jimmy Pate]::
Its not over! Its not over! I can't believe The Purest was able to get a shoulder up! The Texas Tango is a move Duke Taylor has been able to use to get himself out of jams but it was not to be. It may be destiny for The Purest to battle back!
::[Ray White]::
I don't know if the ref has arthritis or something because there is no way in hell his hand should have been that slow! Its not destiny, its bull**** The Purest should be packing his bags and heading home for the night and Duke Taylor should be celebrating!
Taylor rises upto his knees and begins twirling through his hair with both hands like a mad man, obviously frustrated by the result of the bout thus far. After momentarily breaking down mentally and emotionally, Taylor rises to his feet and rests his head on the nearby ropes, seemingly exhausted as well.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
These two athletes have expended a lot of energy and effort in this bout. All of there effort is drawn by the want and desire to become the Imperial Champion! Folks this is what its all about, doing what is necessary to win the bo-...
*Jimmy Pate is interrupted by Ray White who jumps up slightly out of his seet
::[Ray White]::
Wait a second, I saw Duke Taylor practicing this maneuver in his lockeroom backstage with a test dummy. The exhausted, psychically abused Purest is in perfect position for what could and will be the end of the bout. And here it comes!
Duke Taylor, with an evil, dark, cold look in his face suddenly charges out of the near by corner. Just as he is about to deliver the wicked, immoral maneuver he happily added to his repertoire, The Purest rises to his knees and cuts him off.
As Taylor slows up, The Purest wraps his arms around his waist before rises to his feet and lifting Duke Taylor into the air before dropping to his knees and slamming him violently to the canvas with the Spinebuster.
As both competitors lay motionless on the canvas, the ref steps in between them and begins his count.
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8!
Both superstars begin to slow and after the referee hits the count of nine, they both make it to a vertical base with The Purest rising up a second before Duke Taylor.
With the first step advantage, The Purest delivers a snap jab to the self made billionaire and then a hook but as he staggers backward and extends his arm out, ready to go for a clothesline, Duke Taylor takes advantage and sneaks in a eye poke, as he maliciously drives his thumb into the Purest's eye.
The self made billionaire then backs his opponent up into the nearby ropes before grabbing him by the arm and throwing him across the ring to the other set. As The Purest rebounds, Taylor advances into the center and bends over. His mistiming allows The Purest to capitalize, as he slows his momentum down just enough to stop and pop Duke Taylor in the jaw with his foot, lifting the cocky rich man back up.
As Taylor begins reeling, The Purest runs back towards the ropes but as he rebounds Taylor shakes off the counter and extends his arm out, ready and waiting to take the Purest out. The Purest though, demonstrates his in ring intelligence as he ducks the clothesline.
His momentum carries him to the other set of ropes where he leaps up onto the middle rope. As Taylor charges at him, The Purest leaps off into the air and turns to Taylor in mid air before driving both the soles of his feet straight into the billionaire's pretty boy type looking face. The spring board drop kick causes the cocky billionaire to fly backward and roll all the way into the nearby corner.
The Purest, with all his agility and adrenaline rushing up at the same time springs up to his feet. As soon as the dazed and confused billionaire makes it barely up to his feet in the corner, The Purest charges at him. When he reaches the corner, The Purest jumps onto the bottom rope with one leg and with his free, raises it up and drives it straight into Taylor's jaw, clocking him with a high knee strike.
As The Purest comes down, he grapples around Taylor's head so that he holds it tight with his back turned to him. From there The Purest charges to the middle of the ring where he leaps from his feet onto his knees, driving Taylor face first into the canvas, executing a devastating bulldog!
Before Taylor can even begin to try and recuperate, The Purest rolls him over onto his back and covers him.
::[Jimmy Pate]::
Like a hot potato this match has jumped from superstar to superstar and the potato has dropped back into The Purest's lap only now the potato is warm and ready to be put out. And after The Purest's last flurry, my claim could be surely proven true!
::[Ray White]::
If there's a God out there, Duke Taylor will kick out and find a way to get back into this bout!
1!
2!
Just as the ref's hand comes down for the third and final time, Taylor is able to get a shoulder up, breaking up the pinfall causing the match to continue.
::[Ray White]::
I knew he was real!
As Taylor lays on the canvas, still a bit confused, The Purest rises up to his feet. The frustration begins to mount on his face to, but unlike his counterpart, he doesn't let the frustration get to him as he wipes his anger and sweat from his face. The Purest then takes a gander at the top rope and then at Duke Taylor.
The Purest exits the ring through the middle and top rope onto the apron before climbing up the turnbuckle to the very top. The Purest takes a moment to let the crowd get behind him, which they do as they get on their feet and begin to make some noise. When the volume reaches his satisfaction, The Purest places the "Thumbs Down" signal into the air before leaping off the top. The Purest brings his hands and legs inward in mid air before drawing them back outward.
Just as he is about to land on, Duke Taylor counters by getting his knees up. The Purest lands gut first straight onto The Purest's knees.
As his opponent slowly collapses off of him and rolls over onto his belly, Duke Taylor slowly crawls to the nearby corner.
While The Purest leans up on his knees, Duke Taylor plans to seize the day and the moment for that matter, as he rises up to his feet. The sadistic grin that once again covered his face returns, as Taylor readies himself for take off. After a brief moment, the self made billionaire shoots out of the corner like a cannon and charges straight at the Purest.
As Taylor lifts his foot up, seemingly seconds away from punting The Purest's head off and out of the arena, The Purest rises up and catches Duke Taylor foot with both hands at the last moment.
The Purest then drops one of his hands and grabs Duke Taylor's free leg before tripping him, causing him to drop down to the canvas back and head first.
With Taylor know lying supine on the canvas, The Purest rises to his feet before grabbing both Taylor's legs and lifting them up. The Purest steps between Taylor's legs at shin level. Purest then crosses Duke Taylor's right leg over his left. The Purest then firmly grips Taylor's right leg before rotating, turning Duke Taylor over onto his belly locking in one of the most famous moves known to wrestlers around the world!
::[Jimmy Pate]::
The Sharpshooter! The Sharpshooter! What a counter! He mised the frog splash, blocked that vile kicking attack Taylor was attempting and then turned it into the Sharpshooter! And there is no better way then to humiliate Duke Taylor then by making him submit right there in the center of the ring!
::[Ray White]::
No Good lousy.. no wonder I don't go to church!
With the sharpshooter locked in tight, in the middle of the ring, The Purest begins leaning back, with all his weight, further compressing Duke Taylor's lower back causing the self made billionaire to scream over the top of his lungs like a school girl.
TBC by The Purest |
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