Ladder Match: Chris Pyro vs. Thomas Cathy

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The fans are awaiting the next match after the excitement they have already had tonight. They know the next match should be exciting as it is a ladder match. Then the lights go out as a voice comes over the PA System.

Fallen, broken. Simply dissolved into an incomplete thought. An empty shell, cracked, and disfigured. With no remorse, I have been blinded by the darkness. With no disdain, I have received my punishment. And with no haste, I await them.

Then the music for Fallen Angels by Ra begins to play as the lights come up flashing red and white throughout the arena to the music. Then the curtain on the stage moves as the "Remnant Angel" Chris Pyro emerges from the back. He's wearing black wrestling boots with a white trimmed kickpad on the front of both boots, black semi-tight wrestling pants with "Remnant" down the left pant leg and "Angel" on the left. And his As I Lay Dying "Winged Skull" hoodie. He has his EVPW United Glory championship slung over his shoulder as he walks down to the ring, high fiving fans along the way. He reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope.

Lizzie Morna:
The following contest is a ladder match. Introducing first, in the ring weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Representing All That Counts. He is one half of the EVPW United Glory Championship team of the Fallen Angels. The Remnant Angel Chris Pyro

Chris hands his title belt to a ringside attendent and takes off his hoodie to reveal a black armband that meets a "mechanix" black glove. His right hand has wrist tape that goes a quarter way up his arm and an X on the top of his hand, showing he's Straight-Edge.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Before Pyro can even get the hoodie completely off his body, Pyro is interrupted by the piercing screech of morse code blared throught the PA system around the arena. Thrice's Image of the Invisible follows the coded message with a lightly distorted guitar strumming openly. Flashing like a strobe, the lighting flickers between red, green and a puristic white light in rapid succession. The lighting display is supported by the Welsh flag being brandished across the Butcher Tron, flames licking around the edges of the material, while it waves absently in a non-existant breeze.

Before the chorus of the song hits, both the sound and lighting cuts to silence momentarily before the arena is flooded in a white light. Standing in the entrance way is a familiar figure. The 6'4'', 260lb frame of the Welsh street enforcer stares out across the arena. his face stern and unmoving, his eyes eyeing up his opponent in the ring, trying to get some kind of a read on him. Cathy begins to walk toward the ring, tipping his black fedora hat out of his eyes as he begins to move. He adjusts his sports jacket as he walks, the pumping sound of his entrance music playing him down to the ring. Lizzie Morna takes the time to introduce Chris Pyro's opponent.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
Introducing secondly, his opponent...
From the rough streets of Cardiff, Wales. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds and stands six feet, four inches tall. Former Imperial champion and Enforcer for "The Family"... Thomas Cathy, the "Tom-Cat"

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Cathy receives a split reaction from the crowd, however, the boos ring out louder than the cheers after the result of Abaddon's Pit. Without so much as acknowledging the crowd, the stony faced Welshman makes a beeline for the ring and takes the steps inside. Pyro backs off respectfully, giving his opponent space to enter the ring properly without jumping him while the Welshman is getting prepared. Cathy looks at him, his eyes staring but not blinking, his mouth showing neither happiness nor anger. He is the image of apathy, an uncaring, unemotional picture of a man who has come out to the ring with one purpose... Pain.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
No matter which way you look at it Ray, Thomas Cathy won at Abadon's Pit. It was a successful comeback for the relentless Welshman.

~~Ray White~~
Although he may have done it in some rather unorthodox and questionable ways, I have to say that he looked damn good doing it!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Only thing that remains is to see if the Welshman can build some sense of momentum from tyhe Pay-Per-View at all. the ring-rust will be gone. There are no more excuses. This is it for the Tom-Cat.

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Before the ref can call the match to a start, he is interrupted a third time as the sounds of a Tommy Gun fill the air around the arena. 96 Quite Bitter Beings pumps itself out of the speakers around the arena, as the sharply dressed Hayden HardKore makes an appearance at the top of the entrance ramp. He is kitted out in his usual charcoal coloured pinstripe, three-piece suit and fedora hat. A red rose sits on his lappel, hiding itself into his jacket pocket and his eyes hide behind his trademark aviator sunglasses. A cuban cigar hangs out of his mouth, the godfather blowing a plume of smoke from his lips as he strolls casually down toward the ring. He is not dressed for action, his presence in the arena unexpected and for the most part, unwelcome. He wears a smile across his face as fans jeer at him, some of the wisecracking fans being able to make "Don" Jackass grin ever so slightly at their comments.

Hayden makes his way over to the commentry table, swaggering casually, but with purpose as he strolls across the lgihtly padded WNG floor. Seeing him coming, Jimmy Pate and Ray White shift themselves around their desk, moving to create space for the leader of the Family.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
It looks like we are going to be joined by the godfather himself. Talk about ego, Lord help us!

~~Ray White~~
A welcome surprise JP. Its always a pleasure talking to a man with so much power and such a big... reputation.

~~Jimmy Pate (cringing)~~
You had better watch your mouth around him Ray, I don't think that EVPW's own godfather takes to kindly to creepy men hitting on him.

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Hayden reaches the desk, taking a seat at the spare chair to join JP and Ray on commentry. Extending a hand to him, Jimmy greets him politely, despite any negative feelings he may have for the ego-driven godfather of the Family.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Welcome "Don" Jackass, nice of you to join us tonight. Excuse my broadcast partner, he is simply awed by your presence...

~~Ray White (suddenly shy)~~
Um... Hi... Hayden.

~~"Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
Please, Ray... "Don" Jackass or godfather are fine. Hayden is for friends. Nice to see you again JP. Glad to see at least one man is out here.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
So, what brings you out here tonight. Aside the obvious that your prodige, Cathy, is in action.

~~"Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
Well, I am just scouting as usual. Seeing close up just what the Welsh dragon is capable of. It appears that we caused a wee bit of a riff around the roster after Abaddon's Pit and I just wanted to reassure everybody that the family is here to stay. We are building respect and reputation with each moment. Soon, my dream will be realised.

An over-arching force to control all of EVPW. if one family controls all, then there is peace. If the company is run by madmen and disorganisation, then we have madness. The family is a shining light through all of the madness and everything that is wrong with this company. We are here to cleanse and rectify the situation.

~~Ray White~~
That was quite a mouthful. Some dream though, I have dreams too Hayden... You're in some of them.

Hayden simply looks at Ray sideways, deciding if it is worth slamming the man's head into the desk just to shut him up, but decides against the idea instead to focus on the match at hand. As the preparation continues, the ref checks on both competitors, maiing sure they are ready before he calls for the bell to ring...

TBC Pyro

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Chris looks up at the random suitcase put above their heads, the prize of the following match. Chris has a bit of pain etched on his face seeing as he's only had a few days to rest since his brutal TLC match. He then looks to his opponent, Tom-Cat. Chris sees he's out weighed, but their even in height. Chris knows he'll have to use his speed advantage. Both men start to circle the ring eying each other. Tom-Cat charges at Pyro, but Pyro steps out of the way just in time, frustrating The Family member. Pyro, from behind Tom-Cat throws a roundhouse kick, smacking the back of the Wales native head hard. Chris backs off to make sure he can see anything coming his way. Tom-Cat shoots a glare over to Pyro as Pyro just smiles, knowing he's already started to get in the head of his opponent. Tom-Cat again charges, but this time Pyro dropkicks Tom-Cats knee, sending him face first into the turnbuckle behind Pyro. Pyro continues the advantage, dropkicking Tom-Cat again in the back of the head, sandwiching it between his boots and the turnbuckle.

Chris, knowing its a ladder match, slides out of the ring and grabs one of the ladders sitting at ringside and rests it on the ring apron, not ready to slide it in quiet yet. Pyro seems to be waiting for Tom-Cat, and Thomas obliges unknowingly to Chris' plan. Chris shoves the ladder hard into the ring, smacking into the ribs of Cathy. Thomas lets out a grunt as the metal meets his flesh and bone. Pyro climbs onto the ring apron, again waiting for Tom-Cat to get into position. Tom makes his way to his feet holding his ribs, and out of the corner of his eye preparing to launch another attack. Tom plays into Pyro's plans and begins to turn to wards the Canadian Angel. Once Tom-Cat has turned to Pyro's liking, Pyro jumps up onto the ring apron, and springs to wards Cathy. Tom-Cat being a step ahead of Pyro quickly stands the ladder up in the path of Pyro, and throws it to wards the airborne Angel, Pyro having no where to go, slams right into it.

Pate:
These two are going at it hard already. My question is, can Pyro handle a second ladder match, 3 days removed from his TLC match?

White:
Good question, Pyro may not be taped up or anything, to hide his injuries, but you know he's still hurting from the match on Sunday.

Hayden:
Are you two implying that my man Thomas couldn't handle Pyro if Pyro wasn't beaten up already?

Pyro lays out on the mat in obvious pain after meeting the metal ladder in mid-air. Thomas walks back over and grabs the ladder, raising it above his head, and drops it into the rips of Pyro, knocking the air out of Pyro's body. Pyro rolls over onto his side, and curls up wrapping his arms around his sore ribs. Thomas to further his advantage, picks the ladder up again, and drops it over the body of Pyro, sending more surges of pain. Thomas grabs the ladder again, but this time sets it up under the briefcase and begins to climb it, thinking Pyro has been weakened enough. But Pyro, even though in massive pain, rolls onto the apron and stands to his feet, lining himself up with Tom-Cat. Pyro again springboards off the ropes and dropkicks the ladder out from underneath the ascending Thomas. Pyro's body hits the ring apron with a thud, while Tom-Cat's catches the leg of the ladder with his ribs.

TBC: Thomas

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

As the 260lb Welshman spirals down to the waiting mat below, like an out of control fighter plane, Pyro moves just enough to avoid being pummeled by a falling Tom-Cat. The Welshman lands with a sickening thud, much to the delight of the crowd. Feeling the wind escape his lungs, Cathy sucks furiously for air; an inevitable task nevertheless, seeing as his opponent is lurking to knock his next breath right back out of him. Chris Pyro had scampered to his feet, using his extra speed to his own advantage. He dodges off the ropes and runs back at the downed Mob Enforcer, sliding into a low baseball-slide style dropkick that catches Cathy in the side of his torso. The stony faced Welshman lets out anouther grunt of pain as the boots of his opponent crack into his ribs, but he does not let out any more emotion than what had escaped his lips. Still, Thomas Cathy summons strength to push himself up off the mat.

~~"Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
I think what you two are forgetting is that the Tom-Cat himself went through a brutal match at Abaddon's Pit. Although he was victorious, victories in this business come at a price... Especially victories when there is a glass table involved.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Oh, and you would know Hayden... You had more than a front row seat in that escapade.

~~"Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
Just what are you implying now JP? Are you trying to say that I had some kind of influence over the result of the match at all...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Influence?!
You interfered in the match, saving the Tom-Cat's ass, on more than one occasion. I would say that is a pretty big influence.

~~Ray White~~
Boys, boys... Stop it, please.
As much as I love to watch two boys go at it, this is giving me a headache. JP, Hayden is our guest, that means you need to treat him with some respect. After all, he is the "God-Father"

~~Jimmy Pate & "Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
Shut up, nancy boy!

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Before Cathy can reach his feet fully, Chris Pyro had pounced on him again, picking up the discarded ladder and setting it up over the top of the Welshman's thick frame, trapping him to the ground. When the Canadian Angel begins to climb the ladder, Cathy in turn struggles to free his trapped shoulders from their metallic prison... But to no avail. Pyro climbs up three rungs on the ladder before dropping himself back down toward the mat, landing in a modified leg-drop across the neck and shoulders of the muscular Welsh thug. An angry Welshman grunts abuse at his opponent through gritted teeth as the impact throws the ladder off his body, toppling the steel contraption over onto the ropes.

Cathy claws away from his opponent, desperate to try and recompose himself before Pyro can continuee his attack. As the ladder wobbles to and fro along with the shaking ringrope, the agressive Chris Pyro lines up his Welsh prey for another strike and charges at Cathy with his eyes hungry for punishment. Knowing all the old proverbs and sayings, where "fools rush in...", Cathy waits patiently for Pyro to come closer towards him. Always looking to stay a step ahead of his opponent, the Welsh mauler lowers himself and drives a heavy shoulder into the mid section of his opponent, running at full tilt. Using his own momentum against him, Cathy takes the Canadian Angel clean off his feet and drives him backwards into the mat. Stunned, the Canadian Pyro looks up at the lights above him, looking for the license plate of the truck that had just Speared him into the ground.

In turn, Cathy admires his handywork, rubbing his shoulder slightly from the impact of his tackle before bending down to pick up his stunned opponent.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Boom! Every time a momentum shifter. What a spear!

~~Ray White ~~
And Chris Pyro still doesn't quite know what hit him. I don't think he saw that coming at all.

~~"Don" Jackass: Hayden HardKore~~
But he will remember it, and he will remember Cathy. Both of these men are on high's after Abaddon's Pit, but the Tom-Cat ios going to bring that Pyromaniac back down to earth... Big time!

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Cathy picks Chris up with ease, lifting the 230lb Fallen Angel onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Eyeing up the glinting steel of the already battered ladder resting mindlessly against the ropes, a gleam comes across the Tom-Cat's face. With his opponent's struggles making little progress to break the hold, Cathy walks Pyro across the ring and tosses him in a Flapjack into the waiting steel.

Pyro slams into the ladder with full force, his back and shoulders taking the blunt of the impact. Moving from the force of the Flapjack, the ladder slips from the top rope and comes to rest with the top leaning on the second rope, wile the legs of the ladder drape out onto the mat. This makes for a nicely sloped resting place for Pyro, but Cathy does not plan on giving him much time to get any beauty sleep. With his opponent right where he wants him, Cathy climbs up onto the first rope, then the second. With his legs spread out on either side of Pyro's ladder, he begins to bounce the rope up and down, gaining leverage and height. Satisfied, he lets go and is propelled into the air before coming crashing down on top of the ladder. He collects Chris Pyro, driving his opponent's body further into the unforgiving steel of the ladder, before the ladder gives slightly, bending at the legs.

With the ladder bending, it slips off the ropes completely. Pyro is now trapped in some demented torturish prison of steel. The bars closing and holding him tightly. A prison where the only warden speaks with a Welsh accent and never smiles. The Tom-Cat's prison.

TBC Pyro