Vladimir Strife vs. El Conajo Blanco vs. Sam Blade

[thepurest]

"Bold motherf**ker don't you limit your mind"

Boos come from most of the fans in the arena but everyone is on their feet anyway.

-:Jimmy Pate:-
I can't believe this, EVPW is finally back on the road.

-:Ray White:-
You got any food?

-:Jimmy Pate:-
No, I don't have any food, call the match instead of worrying about your stomach!

-:Ray White:-
Ok, Ok, Jeesh. I like Sam. I Hope he wins.

-:Lizzie Morna:-
The following match is your main event and is a triple threat to be contested under HARDCORE rules!

"Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
Liberate your mind
You motherf**ker, you're so narrow-minded
So narrow-minded
So liberate your mind
Now motherf**ker, will you liberate your mind
This time"

-:Lizzie Morna:-
Introducing first, He hails from Nashville, Tennessee...

"Bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker"

-:Jimmy Pate:-
Just come out already!

-:Ray White:-
He's letting the fans wait, so they know that they can boo him all they want but each and everyone of them came to see him.

"Don't you limit your mind
Now bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the messages
Have fallen behind
All the hate in your heart
Will be leaving you blind
So bold motherf**ker
Don't you limit your mind
This time"

Blade runs out to the top of the ramp wearing his signature Black Jumpsuit and Steel mask. He stops for a second and can be seen through the mask as smiling as the fans shout obscenities at him and boo.

-:Lizzie Morna:-
Sam...Blade!

The fans boo even louder and Sam swings his arm in a gesture suggesting he doesn't care what they have to say. He stops for a second and bounces as if pumping himself up. Then he pulls the towel off his head and throws it across the stage. He runs down the steel ramp and dives up to the ring and goes between the second and third rope. He lands on his right shoulder and rolls to his feet. He stops for a second before quickly climbing to the middle ropes and looking out amongst the fans with his right arm raised, The look on his face suggests he is angry and confused to why the fans don't like him. Sam then motions to someone kneeling by the announce table. They throw a microphone up to him and he reaches out to catch it. As he does so he slips slightly and holds on to stop himself from falling.

"Waiting, for your modern messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Still awaiting, I"

The fans are still laughing at Sam as he jumps back from the ropes to the ring. He smiles and exclaims:

-:Sam Blade:-
You Like That? You Think That Was Funny? Let me tell you what is FUNNY! You idiot fans working five days a week to get enough money to come and see me! Don't get me wrong i don't blame you for wanting to see me BUT then you have the nerve to boo the one man that made this company what it is today!

-:Fans:-
F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...F**k you Sam...

-:Sam Blade:-
You all want to don't you! As for my so called opponents...I'll call them my opponents even though this isn't gonna be much of a match, I just want them to know when I beat them from pillar to post its because they are an obstacle in my way to gold, nothing more nothing less...

-:Fans:-
We Want Vlad..E--C--B...We Want Vlad...E--C--B...

-:Sam Blade:-
...I know this must be pretty intimidating to be in the ring with a monster like myself waiting to beat your ass for the win BUT I will give you the easy way out. You two just come over here, I'll get this soppy looking ref to ring the bell and you just lay down and I'll pin you one, two...three.

The ref says something to Sam. He stares intently at him and the ref backs up. Sam then throws the microphone under the bottom rope and one of the tech staff can be seen in the bottom of the camera running out and picking it up.

TBC by Vlad or ECB

[TPK/Acid]

The fans continue to boo as Blade shouts loudly at them and paces back and forth in the middle of the ring. A few short moments pass before Icky Thump by The White Stripes blasts over the PA, Blanco bolts from behind the curtain and rushes the ring sliding under the bottom rope before Lizzie can even introduce him, without warning Blanco takes a coiple of steps forward and leaps into the air drilling both of his feet into the much larger man's chest, Sam merely stumbles backward as ECB gets right back up and repeats this same move again knocking Sam into the ropes, as this was going on KB had made his way to the announce booth and put on a headset.

KB: That right there, that is The Coven taking a mother fucking stand! Sam Blade can't just come out here and "demand" that El Conajo Blanco and especially Strife lay down, it's absurd.

JP: Nice to see you to KB, well seems this match is already underway and Vlad hasn't even joined in the battle yet.

Ray: Yeah that's apparent because Sam Blade and El Conajo Blanco are both still breathing! I can't wait to see my Vlady-Poo in action, he is so amazingly...err he's a good wrestler yeah that's what I wanted to say.

Blanco charges at Sam once more but Blade quickly shoves off of the ropes and slams shoulder first into Blanco causing him to crash to the mat with tremendous force drawing a boo from the small Genesis crowd.

TBC By Vlad
(OOC: Just trying to exhibit some of that new Coven attitude ;P)

[Vladimir Strife]

The lights go dim for the final participant in the match. Inside the ring, Sam Blade stomps away at El Conajo Blanco, seeming as though he doesn't have a care in the world as to whether the final star enter the bout or not. The PA system crackles to life, a familiar line playing through it.

"I know you're trying... to go HOME!"

With the final word, Strapping Young Lad's 'The New Black' begins to play, the warlike rhythmic drums pounding loudly through the gym as Vladimir makes his way to the stage, swiping the black curtain out of his way. Donning black cargo pants, slick black boots, a blue t-shirt with 'EVPW' scrawled across it, the attire is the same old for the King. His hands are clad in fingerless gloves, one of them purple and the other a deep green, a personal tribute to his roots. As he makes his way down the ramp, he tags the protruding hands of several fans, some even children. The tiny sword resting on his collarbone bounces with every step. It was the Sword of Mars, or at least a miniscule replica, a sword that's legend stated that any man wielding it could not be defeated on the battlefield. For a man with the biggest winning streak in this industry, nothing could be more fitting.

"And making his way to the ring, from Sighisoara, Romania... he is the 48-0 undefeated behemoth... The Hardcore King... VLADIMIR STRIFE!!"

Vladimir doesn't bother with the steel steps, opting to jump right into the fray as he slides into the ring on his stomach, standing up to meet Sam Blade as he looks to take the early advantage over him as well. The Nashville resident begins to pummel him with massive shot after another as the bell rings, signaling the official start of tonight's final match.

TBCB Sam or ECB

[TPK/Acid]

Vlad having been in a scrap or two in his time evades a majority of the hard shots being thrust his way by Sam Blade. Sam however keeps his pace up failing to notice The Wonderland Warmachine getting up behind him, Blanco steps swiftly forward and rams his right foot across the back of Blade's thigh making him stumble toward Vlad who steps in and quickly drapes on of Blades arms over his shoulder before faling to the mat and tossing the big man over him causing him to land with a thud inches away.

Ray: Look at my boy toy in there hitting that arm drag like it was nothing! Look at the size of Sam Blade.

JP: That may be true Ray, but Vlad isn't exactly small himself you know. Besides that he's done WAY more impressive than that.

KB: Yeah yeah yeah, the match is still young guys at this point anything is possible. I highly expect Blanco to give Vlad a run for his money here, as for Sam Blade well...he's gotta a hell of debut match ahead of him.

Vlad gets back to his feet and glances over his shoulder at ECB who holds his hands up and circles around to the other side of the ring, Vlad then glances back to Sam Blade who is getting to a kneel, The Czar of Scars walks quickly over to Blade and grabs him by the nape of the neck before pulling him to a stand, Before Vlad can go for a move however Blade brings his right knee up and smashes it into the center of Vlad's ribcage causing him to wince and drop to a kneel, Blanco sees this and charges at Blade but runs into the sole of his shoe as Sam simply lifts his foot into the air. Sam slowly switches his focus between Vlad and Blanco not being sure who to go after at this time, he finally decides on the smaller man and bends down before getting a chunk of Blanco's hair in his grip, he pulls upward and forces the smaller man to a stand, at this point he places one hand on Blanco's neck and the other between his legs before hoisting him high over his head, he walks slowly in a circle and pumps him up and down in the air a few times before finally turning to face Vlad, at this point he tosses Blanco at Vlad like a human missle and nails him across the chest just as Vlad was getting to a stand taking him back down to the floor once again.

JP: This Sam Blade guy is really stepping up to the plate here tonight, but you just have to think with Vlad Strife in this match that things aren't going to be so simple for Sam.

Ray: My itty bitty Vlady Waddy is so super sexy especially in a match that is without rules...just wait he'll turn this thing around before you know it.

KB: I hate to do it but I am agreeing with Ray here, I know Vlad better than probably anybody in this arena and he has never been one to give up.

Blanco lands in a pin position on Vlad but before the ref can even make his way over Vlad rolls the little man off of him and rolls out of the ring, Blade thinks nothing of this and snickers to himself as he looks down at Blanco who is crawling slowly toward the nearby corner, Blade follows slowly and mockingly behind his opponent until he reaches the corner and gets his hands on the middle rope, Blade at this point puts the tip of hit right boot into Blanco's lower back and causes him to collapse in the corner, Blade now picks Blanco up and stands him in the corner with his arms draped over the top rope, Blade backs up into the opposite corner in order to get more distance between he and Blanco before quickly rushing toward him, just is he is about to smash into Blanco a brick wrapped in barbed wire sails over the top rope and into the ring nailing Blade in the top of the head causing him to fall backward and crash onto the mat, Vlad then slides into the ring and lays himself across Blade as the ref quickly begins his count.

JP: Never let Vlad Strife out of your sigh when you fight him, because if you can't see him he probably isn't up to much good.

Ray: Sam just better be glad he is wearing that mask or his face would be pretty jacked up right now...if it isn't already.

KB: We could have a pin right here, but Blanco is moving a little in the corner, can he break it up, or will Blade be able to kick out on his own, will he even kick out at all!?

TBC

[thepurest]

-:Ray:-
Oh my god, he just got levelled with a brick! It's over already!?

Before the referee can even begin the count Blanco jogs slightly over to the other two men and pushing his arms under Vlad. He uses this to roll Vlad off from his cover and lay across Sam himself as the referee checks Blades shoulders and attempts to count the pin again but this time before he gets a one count Vlad comes out from the other side and repeats what ECB did just before. This time instead of making a quick cover he grabs Blanco tries to pull him to his feet, though the quick witted Conajo throws his arms up between his opponents and pushes them apart, forcing Vlad to break his hold. Blade has already started to rouse in the opposite side of the ring as ECB and Vlad exchange words giving Blanco the needed time to get fully to his feet. He only gets up straight for a second before diving downwards and wrapping his arms around his opponents waist, forcing him to the mat with Conajo ontop of him, the aggressor uses this chance to pin the hardcore kings shoulders to the mat as he shuffles himself into a more dominant position which he uses to send right after left against his opponents face. Sam by which point is fully back up and trying to stem the blood flow from his head, realising he cant do so he just lowers his arm and lets the blood flow down his masked face.

-:Ray:-
Talk about the man of steel, eh? Just head his skull almost dented by a brick and hes already back up.

He turns and runs to Blanco who looks up at the last minute to see Blades boot kicking out infront of him, the more experienced wrestler tries to somewhat shield himself from the blow by lowering his head and clasping his hands across the top of his head. This does little to shield himself from the size 19E boots of Sam who crashes his gargantuan foot into the dome of Blanco who crumbles to the mat in pain, he lies flat out on his back staring into the sky, anguish clear to see on his face. Vlad begins to move and gets to his knees as he shakes off Conajos vicious serious of right and left hands, Blade consciously strides away from the other two men and out of the ring between the middle and top rope, to the apron where he jumps down to the arena floor. Taking a second to get his bearings he remembers what he had planned before getting to his knees and lifting the tarp at the side of the ring.

-:Jimmy:-
For only his second match, Blade seems to be doing well.

-:Ray:-
Perhaps, but i still think Vlad is a certain to win.

-:Jimmy:-
Really? I think Blanco is still able to regain control.

Blade pulls himself back out from under the ring, with a steel trash can in hand which he gets grip of before lifting it to the apron. He drops the tarp back down and grabs the trash can, trying to force it under the bottom rope he struggles with it for a second before Vlad comes running towards him from the opposite side of the ring. He kicks both feet out infront of him as he dives forward, sending them crashing in the steel drum which ricochets into Sams face, sending the much larger man stumbling backwards before tripping over and slamming into the steel ramp. As Blade lies flat out across the steel Vlad grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself out the ring to the floor where he stands over his fallen opponent, the referee follows them out the ring and tries to direct them back into the ring which goes unanswered by the hardcore king who strides straight past him and to the guard rail, which he leans over into the crowd where he finds and empty seat and pulls it over towards him, it drags across a couple of angry fans who get to their feet and shout and spit at him. He stares at them with the anger clearly building inside him but a line of security come between the wrestler and the crowd as the rowdy fans settle down and get back in their seats before Vlad folds up his steel chair and heads over to his opponent.

-:Jimmy:-
You may have been right Ray, Vlad does seem to be in control again.

Once he reaches Blade he holds it above his head for a few seconds before bringing it crashing down across the monsters spine, the impact of which causes the bigger mans whole body to reverberate. Vlad raises the chair above his head again before once again bringing it crashing down across the back of Sam's head this time, causing the inexperienced wrestlers legs to flail over. The hardcore king this time throws the chair away from him towards the ring, the already dented steel bounces off the corner of the ring. ECB by which point is back to his feet, he sees the two men aren't focusing on him so he runs off the opposite set of ring ropes and bounces back, picking up speed he uses the top rope to shoot himself over the ropes and out of the ring, spreading his arms and legs out to either side of him, sailing through the air towards Vlad who looks up at the last second to catch Blanco across his chest. The speed of ECB sends Vlad stumbling backwards, still with Blanco ontop of him the wrestler manages to stay on his feet until he reaches Sam where he trips over the massive wrestler and crashes back over to the steel below. All three men writhe in pain on the slightly dented steel entrance ramp while the referee checks on them, a very clear "Holy Shit" chant begins to emit from the ever enthusiastic EVPW crowd.

TbC by Vlad or ECB

[Vladimir Strife]

Conajo bounces up to his feet first, the best for wear due to the undefeated 269lb. landing pad. The fans are incited into a round of cheers and applause, the luchador always a favorite with them. As he indulges their excitement, Sam Blade begins to rise behind him. The fans begin to warn the bunny warrior, pointing at the monstrosity behind him as danger looms closer and closer. The teenager turns on his heels, taking a heavy right from the opponent that sends him reeling back into the guardrail. Hands come from behind, patting his shoulders and encouraging him on. As Blade comes rushing in to flatten him against the metal bars, Blanco ducks, tucking his shoulder down and ramming it into the gut of the 6 and a half foot behemoth. Sam backs off, leaving an opening that is quickly filled by a pairs of black soles that slap his pectorals, driving him further away.

JP: Go Conajo! I swear, this man is such an inspiration, in my opinion.
KB: Oh, definitely! The guy is barely big enough to ride half of the rides at the amusement park and here he is, fighting a man big enough to scale Space Mountain!
JP: It just goes to show that it really isn't about the size of the man in the fight, but the fight in the man that counts.
Ray: Do you want a Hallmark stamp on that or would you two prefer to think of it as a Kodak moment? I don't know about you guys, but I live in the real world and in this world, big men like Sam Blade crush shrimps like ECB.
KB: Oh, like this?

As Kingbear bounces Ray's face lightly across the top of the table, the fight continues in front of the ring. ECB is back on his feet, drilling the hunched over giant before him with shot after shot. He pauses, switching his weapons of choice as he begins to take to hard kicks across the shins and calf muscles of the heavyweight, cutting him down to size. Sam pushes him back, Conajo returning with a hard punch to the temple that rocks the towering opponent. He cocks his fist back, prepared to let loose with another impact to wear him down. Fingers clench his shoulder, grabbing and spinning him around to face the Hardcore King. Vladimir dishes out his own ball of knuckles, bashing the masked jawline of Blanco and sending him sprawling on the entrance ramp. Sam Blade is saved but for only the moment, Strife connecting with the hit again, a crack emanating from his knuckles as they pop. The audience screams "LIGHTS... OUT!" as he collapses in a heap, leaving only the Kingdom leader standing.

KB: Lights Out!!! Vladimir just caught his opponents off guard and dropped not one, but both of them with that devastating punch! I'm telling you, that might just be the meanest shot in the business... next to mine, of course.
Kingbear lets out a joking laugh, not nearly as caught up in himself as the comment might lead one to believe.
Ray: Please! Vladimir would knock you on your ass in a heartbeat!
KB: Oh, definitely! I don't doubt that a bit, Ray. I'd bet you my car that he couldn't keep me down though. I mean, don't forget who the student is and who the teacher is.
JP: That's an interesting one, guys, but I think we can forget about ever seeing that one. Vlad and good ole KB here are the best of friends, I think we can rule out the chances of them fighting ANYTIME soon.

As Tepes shakes the pain from his knuckles, he receives a round of applause. He grabs the bunnyman by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. He rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, dividing the opponents and making it easier to focus on one at a time. He chooses to set his sights on the bigger of the two, hoping to take the rookie out of the mix early and cut down the workload. Blade is coming too, moving about slowly as the King watches him, taking his time to decide his next course of action. As Sam raises up to his hands and knees, Vlad makes his way to the corner of the ring, grabbing the upper half of the steel steps and dislocating it from the larger section. Pulling it over his head, the intentions are clear to all but the downed foes. He drops it down with little thought or planning, the side of the steel crashing down upon the back of the big man's skull and flattening him. The sound is horrendous, rising up to the rafters as the fans cringe, it seeming as though Strife has effectively taken the newcomer out of the contest.

JP: Holy Shit!!! Vladimir just slammed those steel steps right down onto Sam Blade's head! He could have a concussion, a hemorrhage, at least ONE HELL of a headache!
KB: That was a nasty impact! I wouldn't be surprised if they need to take this newcomer out of here after that.. that was sick.
Ray: And then there was 2! That's why everyone in that lockerroom reads the night's program with fear, praying they don't find their name next to Vlad's.

The King grabs the middle turnbuckle and pulls on it as he steps up to the apron, climbing the side of the ring as ECB regains his thoughts, standing again and poised against the ropes. The men lock their eyes on each other, the Czar of Scars stepping through the ropes and into the ring as each measures up the challenge that lies before them. One man the first world champion in EVPW; his opponent being the first champion of SCW, a vital piece of Eagle Vision's history. They rush in on one another, Vladimir raising his hands quickly to lock up with the aerialist. Conajo ducks the attempt and wraps an arm around the waist of the GodKing. He twists around his body, bringing the other arm over and grabbing onto his own wrist for a tighter grip. Hunched behind Vladimir, Blanco pushes his weight back, dropping down and tripping Strife over his body. He rolls him into a ball, the King's shoulders pressed to the mat as ECB sits on the back of his thighs in a pinning attempt. He leans back, clenching the top rope in a normally illegal move, perfectly fine within this bout.

JP: What speed and precision!! El Conajo Blanco is one of the very last men you want to underestimate!
Ray: Kick out, Vlad, kick out!!!
KB: GO ECB! Win it for the Coven!!

The ring official drops down into place, slapping the dusty canvas to start the pinfall attempt. As he raises his hand back into the air, Vladimir struggles under his smaller opponent, finding much difficulty in escaping from his predicament. The palm connects with the mat again, the fans growing antsy with anticipation of the impossible happening. The referee raises his hand again, Strife denying him and the crowd the pleasure as he twists to the side, causing ECB to tumble over and break the count at 2. Both men scramble to their feet, Conajo up first as he slams himself across the ring ropes and comes rushing back at the odds-on favorite. He stretches his arm out and swings it wildly for the collarbone of the risen legend, missing only narrowly as the Undefeated Behemoth ducks the blow. He shoots up behind the Horn-masked Hare master and leans back, winding his right arm over the former Imperial Champion's shoulder and placing it below his chin. He pulls back as he pulls his legs out from under himself, dropping abruptly and yanking the middleweight with him. The base of Blanco's skull is driven violently across the top of Vlad's shoulder and he flops aside, coming to a still stop beside the wrath of Romania.

Ray: Sinner-Plex! YES!!! It's a fairytale ending to a fairy. The story of the tortoise and the pain in the ass masked hare!
JP: Uhmm.. the what?
Ray: Oh, come on, Jimmy, I'm sure you know that story! The pain in the ass masked hare was faster than the tortoise showboated and acted like a goody goody two shoes until the tortoise got pissed and bit into his calf before dragging him down where the rest of the animals viciously ripped him to shreds. It's a gruesome story, but one that always stuck with me..

Vladimir tilts his head side to side, cracking his neck as though he's just warming up. He stands up, grabbing the unconscious enemy by his mask and bringing him along. He slams the tip of his boot into Conajo's gut, doubling him over in front of him as the crowd begins to cheer. Strife tucks the man's head between his thighs, preparing for devastation as he hooks his arms behind his back. The crowd is pumped up, ready to see the Skesis Driver that will finish the night and bring the action to a close. The GodKing quickly releases him though, allowing Blanco to drop to the canvas once more as he turns to defend himself from the oncoming Sam Blade. The powerhouse is back and with a vengeance, furious from nearly having his cranium cracked earlier in the night. He slams with all of his weight into the legend and sends him down quickly, the Tennessee Trailblazer claiming it's first victim as Strife's world spins with the bright lights of the arena, the fans booing in a clear display of their displeasure.

TBCB ECB or Sam Blade