Tanahashi vs. Stalker II }{ Imperial Champions...

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The fans wait in excitement, cheering their hearts out, as the main event is about to happen. The matches during the night have been nothing short of exciting. Lizzie Morna and a refree holding the EVPW Imperial Championship. Lizzie lifts the mic up as the crowd quiets down.

Lizzie:
The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling Imperial Championship!



Drums and guitars pick up as "The Next Decade" by Gackt blare over the PA System. The crowd begins chanting "Kiba! Kiba!" in anticipation for the Japanese Fang to enter the ring. The curtain moves as Kiba and Chris stand on the top of the entrance way. Kiba is wearing his usual black, shiny spandex pants with gold patterns on them, with a matching ring jacket, kept close only over his chest. Pyro is wearing his black jeans, and black "Kiba Tanahashi" t-shirt. They begin their march to the ring, high fiving fans along the way as the fans get into an even louder roar of support for the foreign superstar.

Lizzie:
Coming to the ring first. Being accompanied by the "Canadian Wolf" Chris Pyro. He hails from Tokyo, Japan and weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. "The Japanese Fang" KIIIIIBA TANAHAAAAASHIIIIII!

Pate:
This has to be a big night for this young mans career. He comes over from Japan, and is immedietly thrust into title contention. His heart must be racing.

White:
No kidding. And after what they did to that pervert Kasabian Stalker, I'm sure he will do everything he can to put a stop to Kiba's momentum.

Pyro and Kiba reach the ring and both walk up the steps and into the ring. Kiba goes to the closes turnbuckle and climbs to the middle rope. He lifts his right arm into the air, pointing to the sky as the fans become even louder cheering for the Fang. He jumps off the turnbuckle and takes his jacket off, handing it to Pyro. Pyro climbs onto the ring apron and gives the coat off to a stage hand. Kiba leans back into the turnbuckle as Pyro starts to give him some last minute instructions for the match. Kiba nods his head and pulls on the top rope, awaiting the arrival of his opponent tonight.

TBC: Kasabian

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Kiba eyes the entrance ramp wit a distasteful look planted on his face, while he patiently waits for his perverted opponent. Quietly at first, heavy breathing is heard through the speakers, the type one would hear during a creepy prank call. The breathing continues,getting louder and louder with each moment sending creepy shivers down the spines of those who hear it. It is a rhythmic breathing, predictable. The lights in the EVPW "Equinox" kitted out arena seem to pulse with each creepy breath, before a ghostly metallic voice cries out

"Come with me"

With the sound of a cheesy synth echoing throughout the arena, "Bones" by The Killers begins to play. No expense has been spared within EVPW's limited budget, and green laser beams shimmer out around the arena as the music plays through the introduction of the song. Hand-controlled spotlights casting a sweep across the arena while purple and green lights converge together on the entrance stage, setting the way for the entrance of the second challenger tonight.




While the music plays, the Titan Tron flashes with the name of the challenger, reading:

'Kasabian Stalker'[/size]


The words, placed center screen amids a black background , rotate around to show the reverse, then back toward the front of the screen again. As the face of the words come around for the second time, the text had changed, now reading:

'The Pervert'[/size]


As the lyrics for the song begin to echo out, the video on the jumbo screen transitions to show a collection of disturbing images. Stalker's video does not show images of his in-ring prowess, but moreso his voyeuristic skills. The video shows him in a number of controversial positions, peeping in locker rooms, looking up the skirts of young ladies in the supermarket and every second or third image is superimposed with "The Pervert" bringing an rather familiar pair of women's panties to his face, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. In all of the shots, the same euphoric smile is worn across his face, the smile of one that is up to no-good, and loving it.

With the identity of the stolen underwear no secret to anybody, the booing soon follows, especially as the man whose face appeared on the screen, face full of panties appears at the back of the entrance stage, stepping into the shining purple and green lights.

"We took a back road.
We're gonna look at the stars.
We took a back road in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands.

But I don't really like you,
apologetically dressed in the best,
but on a heartbeat glide.
Without an answer,
the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.

And on the cold, wet dirt I cry."[/i][/color]

With the response to the perverted Stalker much as expected, Lizzie Morna has to fight over the rampant jeering and booing that accompanies his entrance. Kasabian looks out, button-up trackpants and simple black tank top adorning his body. He smiles as he looks out over the EVPW fans, rubbing both of his hands over his chest seductively before continuing down the ramp toward the ring. As he walks, he slips both hands into either pocket of his trackpants, fidgeting with something hidden inside. Unsure what Kasabian is playing with, the mind can only wonder.

"And introducing secondly...

Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He weighs in at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds.

Kasabian Stalker, The Pervert!"[/i][/b]

Kasabian looks across at his opponent from the apron of the ring, a twinkle of recognition in his eyes. With a sadistic grin on his face, Stalker waves his now shortened pinky at Kiba, as if 'tut-tutting' the Fang from Japan for his recent actions. The finger had healed into a stub, the end of the pinky now slightly shorter than god had intended. Undoubtedly taking her leave to avoid the perverted newcomer, Morna slips under the ropes and returns to ringside, as Kasabian Stalker slips under the top rope and into the ring.

"In the short time that EVPW has been back, these two have already built up quite the history. Kasabian boasts a victory over the Fang from Japan, but Kiba Tanahashi boasts the collection of the tip of the Pervert's finger."

"Well JP, there is more to that story than meets the eye. People don't just go around lopping off peoples' fingers now do they?"

"From what I can gather, it is a cultural thing. A Japanese Triad punishment for betrayal, cutting off the tip of the pinky finger. Kasabian won't soon forget it. The question for Stalker now is, was stealing Wolverina and Amanda's panties worth it?"

"Judging from the look of his face up on that screen, sniffing poor Wolverina's undergarments, I would say Kasabian thinks it was."[/i][/b]

Once inside, Kasabian does not instantly turn his attention to his opponent, who waits in his corner patiently, Chris Pyro offering unheard words of guidance to him. Instead, Kasabian struts over toward ringside, demanding a microphone in his nicest possible manners. As the chorus of his theme kicks in, Kasabian wallows in the lyrical genius before raising the mike to his mouth.

"Don’t you wanna come with me?
Don’t you wanna feel my bones,
on your bones?
It's only natural"[/i]

Kasabian speaks with an excited tone, his words seemingly rushed together as if they please him and tickle his lips on the way out of his mouth. His twisted smile, too, adds to the entire illusion of sick pleasure as he addresses both Kiba, Pyro, Wolverina, Amanda and the entire EVPW audience.

"Ok, so heres the deal...
I understand that Wolverina and Amanda put you up to this."
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As Stalker speaks, his theme song fades out, leaving the ambiance around the arena and his own voice echoing throughout the PA speakers. Kasabian holds out his shortened pinky, waving it in front of the face of the staunchly silent Fang from Japan.

"That doesn't excuse you, I'm still going to kick your ass for that.
But, I have it on high authority, a trustworthy source... That they wish to be returned some property of theirs that I may have found lying around. Would that be correct?"[/i]

As the Pervert fishes around in his pockets again, Kiba tilts his head to one side. Where Tanahashi had been leaning casually on the ropes, listening to Pyro's translation of Stalker's twisted words, he now takes a sudden interest in what the Pervert has to say. Stalker retrieves his left hand, clutching it tight into a ball. A small, black piece of lacy fabric can be seen peeking its way out of his fist. Similarly, with the Pervert's right. When he opens his hands, he lets the items dangle from his fingers, waving at Kiba and the crowd as they make their own appearance. In his left, a pair of panties belonging to Amanda Hallsworth dangle in the air. In his right, a pair belonging to Wolverina. He flashes a grin at them before continuing his speech, now having gained the attention of the Fang from Japan, and his translator at ringside.

"Well, heres the thing. I don't really want to give them back. I was taught at an early age, "finders, keepers". I found these, fair and square!

But, seeing as how I am a fair and impartial, loving guy, I will cut you two clowns, Amanda and little ol' Wolverina a small deal. Pyro, you may want to listen closely, this may take some translating."[/i]

Kasabian takes a deep breath, preparing from the outlying of his plan. He speaks the words with the sadistic smile still painted on his lips. His eyes twinkle as he thinks of the potential winfall.

"You see, life is about winning. We all know that.
Should I win tonight, then I will not only walk away tonight with the Imperial Championship, which would be rather nice... but even more importantly, I will keep both Amanda's and Wolverina's panties to myself. No questions asked, no crying over spilt milk. They will be mine to keep and mine to play with.

But it's not all good news.

Should Kiba happen to defeat me tonight, I give you my word, as voyeur as my witness. Should I loose, I will personally return both pairs of panties to their rightful owners. How does that sound as a deal?"[/i]

Tanahashi waits for the Pervert to look as though he had finished speaking, before turning to his translator. Pyro paraphrases the speech of Stalker into Japanese, gesturing with his hands at various different parts of the deal. All the while, Kiba's face turns into different expressions of confusion, shock and perplexity. When Pyro is done, Kiba simply turns to Stalker and nods once in his approval. Stalker smiles as he tucks the panties inside the hem of his wrestling trunks for safekeeping, underneath the trackpants that he is still wearing.

With a wink, the Pervert reaches down to his buttoned trackpants. With but a simple tug, the buttons down the legs of his pants part ways and Stalker is left holding one half of the pants, the second falling to the ground. Stalker takes the time to remove his tank top, leaving himself standing in Olive Green trunks, kneepads and elbow pads and ready for action.

Not going to be jumped by the unpredictable Pervert again, Kiba keeps his wits about him, as much as the strip show sickens him to see. With both men ready and rearing for action, and the soft feeling of the two pairs of panties stuffed inside Kasabian's sending a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine, the referee finally calls for the bell to start the main event.

TBC Kiba

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Kiba and Stalker stare each other in the eyes, ready to beat the other one and become the Imperial Champion. Pyro pats his man on the back as he gets off the apron. Kiba and Kasabian walk to the middle of the ring and quickly get into a collar and elbow tie up. The Perverted One, being both taller and heavier then Kiba, pushes him back into the ropes. The ref calls for a clean break, and Kasabian starts to back off from Kiba. The Japanese Fang though, has a different idea as he delivers a stiff forearm into the neck, which stuns Stalker a bit, but as Kiba goes to deliver another one, he is met with a boot to his stomach by the Pantie Thief. Stalker grabs onto Kiba's wrist and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. As Kiba rebounds Stalker extends his arm, but the Fang is a moment faster, and ducks under his arm and jumps into the air gripping onto Kasabian's neck, he then spins his body around and catches Kasabian's neck with his other arm and brings him down with a Sling Blade. Kiba quickly gets back to his feet and looks at Stalker getting to his knees. Kiba quickly darts to the ropes and as he comes back, leaves his feet looking to hit Kasabian with the Bakatare Sliding Kick. Stalker manages to see it coming just in time to dodge. Kiba quickly springs to his feet as Stalker does the same thing. Both men have a stand off as the fans applaud the action so far. Kiba signals with his fingers that he was close to being kicked in the head.

Pate:
A good exchange so far early on in the match. Kiba managed to get in the Sling Blade but missed out on his Bakatare Sliding Kick, showing his speed.

White:
I think Kiba will mess up and lose. I mean, he has those tramps on his mind trying to be the hero for them.

Both men circle the ring again before coming to the middle and locking up again, this time Kiba uses his leverage and catches Kasabian's right arm and shifts his weight down, bringing Stalker over his shoulder with a Fireman's Carry. Kiba then forces Stalker into a sitting position and wraps his legs around his waist, and begins squeezing. Kiba rocks their bodies to the side, adding more pressure onto the one side of the Stalkers body. Kiba then begins delivering stiff cross face shots to the faces of Kasabian, followed by a series of elbows to the neck of Stalker. Satisfied with the punishment, he releases the bigger man. Stalker rolls out of the ring to catch his breath from having been constricted the way he was. But that proves to be a bad choice as Kiba quickly hits the ropes opposite of where he is standing, running back towards Kasabian and dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Kiba went through with so much momentum that it sent him sailing into the third row of fans. Kasabian lays out on the ground, stunned by the impact caused by Kiba, even though it was at most a glancing blow it was still enough to stun and hurt the Perverted Pantie Theif. Kiba lays out on the chairs and fallen bodies of the fans he took out after his landing, stunned as well from his own landing. The ref comes out checking to see if the two combatants are still able to compete. When both men respond that they can still go, the ref gets back into the ring and begins his count.

1...
2...
3...

Kasabian being closest to the ring manages to force himself underneath the rope to save himself from losing the match. At the same time, Kiba makes it over the guardrail as the ref continues his count.

4...
5...

Kiba manages to force himself into the ring breaking the refs count. Kasabian had gotten to the far side of the ring and shook off the cobwebs and walks over to Tanahashi as Pyro stands on the floor close to his man waving a towel to try and keep Kiba awake. Kasabian sees Pyro and kicks between the rope trying to hit the Canadian Wolf. Pyro manages to avoid the attack and tells him he better focus on his opponent. Kasabian turns around and bends over, grabbing Kiba by the hair. Kiba delivers a kick to the perverts head that rocks him, but not enough as Kasabian stomps down on Kiba's face. Kiba springs into a seated position while holding his face. Kasabian follows up with a stuff kick to Kiba's back. Forcing the Japanese star to his back once again.

Pate:
Both men going at it hard so far in this match with Kiba taking the early risk in the match which so far hasn't paid off.

White:
That's not the only thing going hard so far in this match!

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The sound of Stalker's boot connecting with the small of Kiba's back echoes through the arena, while Tanahashi writhes on the floor as if having a seizure. Kasabian Stalker, in turn, hobbles about favoring his left leg, making it seem like the kick had broken his foot. All the while, a sick smile is strewn across his face. The smile lasts for but a few seconds, before his eyes turn business-like again. He stands on his foot, miraculously cured of his injured foot and sets his sights on his target once more.

Kiba, by now, had managed to pull himself onto all fours and is proceeding to crawl across the ring toward the ropes. Stopping him short, Stalker grabs the Fang from Japan by his hair, pulling his head back and halting him as he stretches out for the rope. Again, the smile returns to Stalker's face, the type of smile that appears on a cat's face when toying with a mouse it had captured. The Pervert waves a finger at his opponent's face, as if to say to him... "Just where do you think you are going?"

To add insult to injury, Stalker slaps him harshly across the cheek, turning Tanahashi's head to one side. The slap quickly leaves a nice red hand mark, albeit with the pinky finger appearing slightly shorter than one would expect. Keeping his reigns on Kiba, Stalker yanks him up onto his feet. Before the Fang from Japan can get his bearings, Stalker had swooped him up into a Scoop Slam, yet instead of slamming him back down on the mat as expected, the smiling Pervert walks the rest of the distance to the ropes and hurls Tanahashi over the top rope and toward the floor below. Waiting below, and directly in the line of fire stands Kiba's mentor, Chris Pyro. With little time to react, it is all Pyro can do to instinctively hold his arms out to catch the falling Fang from Japan, before both men crash to the ground in an awkward messy tangle of bodies and limbs.

"Wow! Kasabian Stalker really knows how to turn on my kind of party!"

"I'm sure he does Ray, no joking there. But more importantly, Stalker seems to be toying with the Fang from Japan right about now. I'm all for guys having fun in the ring, but Stalker takes the phrase a bit to far for my liking."

"Guys having fun in the ring... JP, that's my fantasy too. Wow, all these years of chipping away at you have worked? Finally!"

"Oh dear lord, why did I know that was going to go wrong the second it left my mouth. No, Ray... Get the hell off me, you freak!"

With Jimmy Pate left to fend for his personal space and Ray sniffing blood in the water, the Pervert takes a little time to take in the scenery. Kiba Tanahashi had almost managed to free himself from Pyro's unsuspecting clutches. The fans, rallying behind Tanahashi, join in a chorus of dis respectfulness aimed at the brash Stalker standing tall in the ring. Yet, Kasabian laps it up, motioning to the crowd that he is having trouble hearing them but this only serves to add gasoline to an already burning fire of hatred. By the time Kiba had rolled back into the ring, Stalker was ready for him, sweeping him up into a grapple hold as soon as he had slid into range. With the Fang from Japan on the back foot, Stalker Irish Whips him toward the corner. The force of the Whip is such that Tanahashi slams into the padded steel post and rebounds off it, dazedly stumbling backward toward the waiting clutches of the Pantie Thieving Pervert. The foundation of the ring shakes and trembles with the impact of the Fang's body crashing into it.

Stalker steps up behind his opponent, grappling him into a German Suplex hold, before flicking his hips and flinging his opponent backward, up into the air and releasing him mid-way through the move. Kiba soars through the air on a crash course with the mat, but manages to twist his body such that he lands on his feet. Hearing the slam of a body crashing into the mat behind him, Stalker turns around, expecting to see a devastated and agonized Kiba Tanahashi writhing about on the canvas like before. What he finds instead, is an increasingly frustrated Japanese fighter, fire in his eyes and both hands balled into fists. He flicks a leg out with evil intentions, catching Stalker across his smug looking face with an Arched Boot. Kasabian staggers backward, the kick taking him as much by surprise as it had genuinely staggered him. He blinks away the blurriness in his vision just in time to see his opponent approaching with a second kick.

The second kick is aimed at the knee, and hits home with impressive accuracy, as does the third. With a fourth strike, also at the knee, the Perverted Stalker finally topples, his legs giving way beneath him and he tumbles to the waiting mat.

"See, Kasabian Stalker thought that this was a game, and now he is paying the price. The kid could have had this match signed, sealed and delivered by now."

"This could all be part of his master plan. Just like all of your rejection is all part of your master plan to secretly get into bed with me right JP?"

"You need help Ray... Really, you do."[/i]

This time, it is Tanahashi's turn to go on the offensive, and he wastes no time bantering to the crowd. With Stalker still wondering what had hit him, Kiba sweeps him up into a Fireman's Carry, the Fang from Japan groaning under the weight of his opponent. Kiba steps into the center of the ring, hurling his opponent into the air to rid himself of the extra weight. On his way back to earth, Kiba also leaps into the air, wrapping his opponent into a Neckbreaker in mid-air and slamming him into the canvas. Again, the Equinox Arena echoes with the sound of bodies being bruised, but this time it is Stalker's body that is the bruisee.

As quick as a hiccup, Tanahashi slides into position for the pin, hooking the leg to try and prevent Stalker from kicking out. As one, the crowd around the arena hold a collective breath while the match official also slides into position to count the pinfall.

"1..."

"2..."

The ref's hand had barely grazed the mat for the count of two when Kasabian kicks out, sending a message to Kiba that he will have to dish out a lot more punishment before the Pervert will go down. With the shoulder off the ground, the next step for Stalker is to shake off the extra weight of the Fang from Japan, still straddled across his torso. Both men rise to their feet at almost the same time, once again meeting eye to eye. A look of mutual hatred meets as the pair lock into a staring contest, with neither man even willing to back away from this fight.

"You can cut the tension with a knife... Kasabian Stalker, who up till now has looked rather jokingly at the whole situation seems like he has found his business look. And Kiba Tanahashi, well, I'm not sure that look ever left his face."

"Hand on to your handbags, I have a feeling that this match could implode at any second!"[/i][/color]

Without so much as breaking eye contact with each other, the pair lock both hands into a test of strength. Not a word is spoken between them, not that they would understand each other anyway. With Pyro eagerly shouting advice in Japanese at his young protege, the Fang from Japan takes the first offensive in the Test of Strength, forcing Stalker down toward the mat slightly. Not to be outdone, the Pervert soon comes back fighting, not with his strength, but with a well placed kick between the legs that catches Kiba off guard. Instantly, Tanahashi drops to the canvas, his hands cupping "Mini-Fang and his two friends" and searching for the source of the pain that now cripples him. As he does so, the referee pulls Stalker aside, grilling him and giving him a stern warning, to which Stalker cockily replies with the excuse that his foot simply slipped. Unimpressed, the referee makes it perfectly clear to him that another infringement will disqualify him from the match.

Again, the pair meet in a deadlock, with the referee releasing Stalker to allow the match to continue, once Tanahashi had found a vertical base once more. With the crowd becoming more vocal by the second, the impending fury seems just around the corner.

TBC Kiba

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It does not take long for the pair to erupt once more into a furious ball of fists and kicks. Kasabian is soon caught with a well placed strike to the back of the head, staggering the Pervert just long enough to give the Fang from Japan an opening. Kiba doesn't need to be asked twice and pounces quickly. The Japanese star launches into a flurry of slaps, rocking Stalker with each chop and wooing the crowd behind him. With Kasabian satisfyingly on the back foot, Tanahashi follows the series of slaps up with a spinning back hand that rocks the Perverted Stalker further. A third wave comes from the body of Kiba, dropping the cocky Pervert to the ground with a picture perfect roundhouse kick and finishing his patented "FANG Rush".

Yet, despite the demise of his opponent, Tanahashi does not find the time to celebrate. After simply flashing a glance at his determined mentor, Kiba follows the Rush up by locking Stalker into a Dragon Sleeper Hold, in the attempts to drain the remaining life out of his opponent's body and the fire from his eyes. The hold is locked in without issue or struggle, but the pressure applied in the hold seems to waken the sleeping Pervert, his eyes shooting open in desperation and scanning his surroundings. In vain, Kasabian tries to grasp at Kiba's vice-like hold on him, feeling his body weaken with each second. His eyes soon begin to droop, his feet and hands still too far away from the rope to call a break. Tanahashi grits his teeth as he feels himself drain the last of Stalker's energy from his body.

"Kasabian Stalker is out! Look in his eyes, there's no fight left. All that remains is for the ref to step in and call this one."

"It does appear that Kiba Tanahashi has remained more focused during this match. Perhaps with a victory over him already, Kasabian Stalker came into Equinox looking too confident."

On cue, the match official slides in, right next to Kasabian. The referee is close enough to the troubled Pervert that he can feel every breath, hear every contorted straggled groan that escapes his lips. He hears the defiance building within Stalker, raising Kasabian's hand above his head and watching it droop back down to his side. He raises the hand a second time, letting go as he had done before, yet this time, the hand does not sink back down to the mat. Instead, Kasabian's eyes are open. The fire clearly still burning in him, Stalker summons the strength within his body to stand. Despite Kiba's desperate attempts to regain control of the powerful Pervert, Stalker soon reaches his feet. Once standing, he turns his attention to turning the fight back to the Fang from Japan.

Kasabian ducks under a swinging strike from Kiba, following up the missed strike with a shoulder charge to the Fang's mid-section and knocking him off balance. Kiba, feeling the momentum shift, takes off running. He dashes across the ring to create distance between the two men, before rebounding off the rings and hurtling back at the rampaging Pervert. Kasabian is waiting for him and bends forward, Flap-jacking the running figure of Kiba Tanahashi and sending him soaring across the ring in mid air. The man from Japan flips head over heels and lands on the small of his back, but is soon on his feet once more. Kasabian, not letting up is on him in a flash and nearly takes Tanahashi's head clean off his shoulders with a swinging Clothesline. A mixture of sweat, blood and what appears to be a tooth cascade into the air and decorate the ring around the men as Kiba is discarded to the mat once more.

"Damn! What power in the Clothesline there. Kasabian Stalker has clearly had enough games for the night."

"Well, it was as if Kiba's Dragon Sleeper was the wake up call he needed. Kasabian has retaliated with a real menace and a fire in his eyes."

"He had that same look in his eyes when lusting after Wolverina though, so I'm not quite sure what to make of it right now."[/i]

Again, Kasabian is not satisfied with his opponent being half-finished and groaning in pain on the mat. With a slap of his own, the Pervert reaches below him, hoisting a groggy Kiba Tanahashi to his feet. Kiba can barely stand under his own weight, his legs like jelly. Stalker's expression had changed again, a bizarre look coming over his face as he glares at his battered opponent. The glare turns to a wink as Kasabian bites his bottom lip, his mind obviously playing out some sick desires in his head. Kasabian smiles as he approaches his opponent, running his perverted hands down his back, from Kiba's shoulders all the way to his feet. His fingers had drawn lines in the oil and sweat of Kiba's body. With a slap, Kasabian tenderizes Tanahashi's hind-quarters, before lifting him up onto his shoulders into a Torture Rack.

Kasabian's face looks as if in a state of euphoria as he locks the Torture Rack in, stretching out Kiba's body. Kiba looks up into the lights of the ceiling as he feels his entire body virtually tear apart. A cry of pain escapes his lips. As if to match the cry, a groan of pleasure emanates from Kasabian's mouth. The two very different sounds mold together in the air. Each cry of agony is met with one of pleasure. Kasabian's face is twisted into a smile as he jolts Kiba's body. Again, Stalker runs a hand across his opponent's body, this time down his chest to stop at the hem of his trunks, all the while holding him in the vice of the Rack. A second jolt sends another cry of agony into the air, and again, it is met with a pleasure-filled moan from the Pervert. The referee, stepping in to observe the state of both men, asks Kiba if he would like to continue, but is met with only a defiant cry... And another euphoric groan.

"What in the hell is this?"

"I believe this is what Kasabian Stalker calls the "Pleasure Rack", and I can see why quite frankly."

"Kasabian looks to be the only one gaining pleasure from this rack. Those aren't cries of approval coming from Tanahashi's mouth Ray, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, he's just playing hard to get."

As each second passes, the pain becomes more and more unbearable. Kasabian feels victory and the Imperial title coming closer and closer to him as the Pleasure Rack continues to humiliate, decimate and drain his opponent. Kiba's face, reddened from embarrassment and pain, is twisted and looks as if it is about to explode. In the air, jutting out at an awkward angle from his body, Kiba's hand wavers above him, as the Fang from Japan decides whether the pain is too unbearable for him to continue.

TBC Kiba