Matt Violence vs. Skull

[Angel Huerta]

Matt walks to the ring with his special Razor Blade Steel Chair. He stands right in front of the scaffolding and places the chair on one of the plywood where he can easily procure it, in case he needs it. Then he looks up at the entrance ramp, ready for Skull to come out.

TO BE EDITED

[Skull]

Suddenly, Fist of Steel blasts out of the PA system and the capacity crowd of the Solid Core Gymnasium strike up a chorus of boos as the man known as The Pureblood steps through the curtain and makes his way toward the ring.

JP: This is what many people were describing as the much-anticipated return of Skull to EVPW but after that pre-match interview we saw just moments ago I think the fans may have turned on him.

Ray: Skull's in a bad place right now, his stable broke up and he wagered his career then lost it. He has a right to be angry. I do love bad boys. Maybe I can give him a shoulder to cry on and set him on the right track. He can be my project, my rough diamond.

JP: He has to get through this match first. Despite what he said about Matt having to enter his world, this match is very much Matt's world.

Ray: There's a lot of bad blood between these two but personally I think they should just kiss and make up.

JP: You would.

The Horrland Hellion marches toward the ring, glaring at the fans who continue to boo him. He is wearing dark rings of eyeliner around his eyes, making them appear sullen and hollow. They are further hidden behind his long, dark hair which almost completely covers his face. His outfit is completed with a long, black, hooded cloak which is worn over his gothic style ring gear.

Lizzie: And introducing his opponent. From Horrorland, weighing in at 224lbs. He is “The Pureblood” Skull!

As he approaches the ring, Skull's eyes are drawn to scaffold above the ring and the deadly net underneath. He eventually lowers his gaze to Matt Violence, directing a hate-filled glare in the direction of his former partner and current opponent.

TBC by Matt

[Angel Huerta]

-Internet time has been very limited for me recently, so I will edit all grammar errors when I can.-
EDIT: Corrections have been made.

The bell chimes thrice and starts the match. Both athletes stand still, looking into each other eyes with pure hate radiating off both of them. Matt is the first to act and throws a swift boot right into Skull’s midsection, doubling him over. Matt clenches Skull’s dome with his left hand, and throws his right, tightly clenched hand into the crown of Skull head, before raising his hand back into the electric atmosphere. Before his former partner has the chance to hammer down another blow, Skull throws a fist of his own into Matt’s abdomen region, which sends MV back a step. Skull lunges forward and swings his elbow into the jaw of his adversary, sending him reeling back against the 4-layered scaffolding. The Pureblood instantly hops on his prone opponent, gripping him with both hands around his head, and pulls him away from the side of the construction set-up, before abruptly changing his course, spinning around and sending the Ultra-Violent Superstar headfirst towards the scaffolding. The sound of bone connecting potently against the metal frame resonates around the arena, followed by the sounds of Violence’s body falling to the bare, concrete ground. The Merciless Man-Handler clenches his injured head in sheer pain, as Skull begins to rain down meaningful boots throughout his former leader’s body. “Get up, punk!” Matt screams down at Matt while reaching down and disrespectfully smacking the back of MV’s head, which gets a wave of jeers to be thrown the SCW original’s way. Skull throws his head back; flicking his masking hair from his face, and squats down, to Matt’s level smacking him around some more.

“How disrespectful. Skull is acting like Matt did something wrong! He did nothing, it was Skull who left Matt high and dry in a state of depression!”
“No, no, no. Matt clearly thought he was better than Skull, ever since forming the Justice System. He‘s the one who used Skull to get himself the Golden Ticket. Now it‘s Skull who seeks Justice against Matt Violence.”

Skull grips both sides of Matt’s head before raising him to his shaken vertical base. Skull back’s the groggy MV away from the scaffolding, near the ending of the entrance ramp, then grips Matt’s left wrist with both of his hands. After looking out to the sea of disapproving fans, Skull spins on his heels and attempts to Irish Whip Matt, but astonishingly MV resists the unceremonious toss, by using his feet to increase the friction on the concrete. MV then grabs a hold of his former associate’s wrist and sends him hurling towards the ominous structure. Skull unexpectedly leaps up, planting his feet across the metallic bars, and kicks off them, sending himself propelling back towards Matt at intense speeds, and tackles him back down to the cement with a Flying Crossbody. Once coming in contact with the cold concrete, Matt rolls backwards with Skull in in his arms and amazingly pops up to his feet. As Skull’s eyes widen in horror, the fans break out in cheers at the turn-of-events. Matt takes off in a sprint, with the cradled Pureblood shaking his head whilst repeating “No!” sever times. The former Justice System member yelps in pain as his back clashes against the cold steel of the scaffolding. Matt releases his grip, simply letting his former Teammate fall front-first to the concrete. While Skull begins writhing in pain amongst the bare ground, Violence uses his right foot to stuff the injured Horrorland native’s body under the construction. Matt drops to his knees and reaches around the left, supporting leg of the scaffolding and grips a chunk full of his rival’s sweat-drenched locks, while reaching directly under the base of scaffolding with his free hand gripping one of Skull's ankles, and begins wrenching on both ends, contorting Skull’s frame around the leg of the construction set-up, coercing bloodcurdling screams from his adversary. Matt shows no mercy whatsoever, and now places both of his boots against the pole, giving himself even more leverage, looking to completely wrap Skull around the pole and snap his spine in two.

“OH MY GAWD! Matt‘s going to break his damn back! He has to stop some where this is cruel, he could paralyze Skull!”
“Holy SHIT! You aint kidding, but there‘s nothing anybody can do about it! Skull can‘t even submit for Christ‘s Sakes, this can‘t end until one man has taken a plunge into the treaded barbed wire, Ray!”

Screams continue to pour out of Skull’s widened mouth as Matt applies more and more pressure. Finally, Matt takes his left boot and wings it into the back of his head, while letting go. Like a rubber band, Skull’s body flops into it’s normal position, alas causing serious damage to his foe’s back.

“There no doubt about it, this is personal!”

Matt rises to his feet, a smug grin etched in his mug, with his eyes resembling those of a demon. His glare shifts from his writhing opponent’s, corpse-like body, to the razor blade chair he ushered out earlier. He reaches forward and grabs the deadly weapon by both legs and holds it in front of his face, a mere two inches away as if to admire it. Carefully, Matt opens the chair and places it a few feet away from the ring. By this time, Skull begins crawling from under the towering structure, inch-by-inch, until Violence violently assists him, dragging him by his locks. “You did this to yourself, Skull.“ Matt mutters tonelessly as if holding no remorse for his friend-turn-rival. Matt jerks his enemy to a stand, while keeping a firm grip on his hair. Easily, Matt hoists Skull’s near-lifeless body over his shoulder- with his legs slung behind Matt. Again, Matt takes off in a sprint, this time towards the razor blade chair. Skull looks on in complete horror as he watches himself unwillingly move closer and closer to what could be his demise. Determined to keep on, Skull swifts his weight back and pushes himself off of Matt’s shoulder, while gripping the Philadelphian's head under his left armpit. Without hesitation, the Pureblood falls backward, driving the back of Matt’s skull vigorously into the cement, leaving a sickening cracking noise echoing around the jam-packed arena, as a result of the Invert DDT.

“Damn! Skull was just seconds away from getting his face shredded by the plentiful razors that find themselves welded into the base of the steel chair!”
“Oh big whoop, Skull‘s face is hideous anyways, like it would‘ve made a difference! Now if Matt would only get his head on straight, I‘d tap that pretty-boy in a heart beat!”