O.C.D vs. Skull }{ First Blood Match

[Ozzy]

O.C.D Contract: evpw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=7951


"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a FIRST BLOOD match!!"

The atmosphere is fever pitch following the beautiful brutality of Roadkill and Koppora no Mokushiroku, unleashed under No Disqualification rules in only the second match of the evening, setting the standard. The ring is quickly cleared, every nook and cranny out-of-place or destroyed is thoroughly tended to, leaving the squared circle anew to cater for more Madhouse carnage, with literally guaranteed bloodshed in the upcoming contest.

"How intense was that tag match, Ray!"

"It was brutal Jimmy, just brutal!"

"For those watching at home welcome to EVPW Madhouse, what a way to open the show, two matches done… what’s next?"

ALL OF THE LIGHTS!!

As if to answer Ray, Kanye West fills the building with sudden blasts through the speaker system, filling the air with unfamiliar music. Slicing his way through the velvet curtain draped in white which simply beams as he steps into the heated spotlight, O.C.D strikes a pose with both arms above his head at an upward angle, poised as the camera revolves around his body, before resuming his journey toward the ring with a smirk across his square-jawed mug.

"From Brisbane, Australia, the Cleanest City In The World… weighing two hundred and twenty-six pounds, he is "The Dirtiest Player In The Game" O.C.D!!"

"O.C.D on the back of a fantastic match with Adam Jones last week, unsuccessful as he may have been, what a barbaric predicament he is now in."

"Absolutely, Jimmy, I’m going to borrow your words because there is no other way to describe this concept of this match other than barbaric, the point of the contest is to make your opponent bleed, not a scratch, not a gash but to bleed profusely. Who in their right mind would raise their hand for this"

From the ringside inside the ring with a reverse slide, O.C.D bridges his lower-body upwards as he rises to his feet, both boots evenly spaced. Receiving a strong BOOOO! from the front row particularly, O.C.D simply blows the audience a kiss and climbs the turnbuckle, removing his jacket like a male stripper before hurling it into the crowd, who tear it apart in a manner which can only be described as monstrous. Dropping to the mat, "The Compulsive One" bounces from the ropes, working his uppercuts and rolling his head across his neck, hanging from the ropes in a warm-up fashion before simply sitting in the corner of the ring and crossing his boots on the bottom rope with his hands behind his head. All that was left was the arrival of The Horrorland Hellion himself.


TBC: Skull (g'luck)

[Skull]

Contract: evpw.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cntracts&thread=7964&page=1

The fans don't have to wait long as the arena lights fade out to a dim red glow and the words Welcome to Horrorland appear on the big screen in dripping slime-green letters. After a few seconds, the words disappear and EX by Hanni Kohl blasts out of the speakers, signalling the arrival of The Pureblood.


The man himself steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his usual gothic ring gear underneath a long, black cloak. His face is almost hidden behind his long, dark hair but as he brushes it out of the way, he signature smirk and eyeliner-clad eyes are revealed.

Lizzie: And introducing his opponent, From Horrorland, weighing in at 224lbs, he is "The Pureblood" Skull.

JP: We haven't seen Skull since Equinox and one has to wonder what he's been up to during that time.

Ray: Well, knowing Skull, he has probably been working on some kind of sinister scheme and since he's had over a month to work on it, I'd feel sorry for OCD and the rest of EVPW too.

JP: Skull is one of the most methodical wrestlers in EVPW. He's almost like a puppeteer in the way he plays mind games with his opponents and tries to trick them into making mistakes.

Ray: That's true but I'm not sure this kind of match really requires a game plan. After all, you just need to bludgeon your opponent until they bleed.

The Pureblood slowly makes his way don't the entrance ramp, make sure to sneer at each and every fan he passes on the way. When he reaches the ring steps, he climbs up them then takes off his cloak and drops it to the floor where it forms a pile next to the steps.

JP: This is, of course, the first time these two have wrestled eachother, anywhere in the world, and a win over a veteran like Skull would do wonders for anyone's career, especially OCD.

Once inside the ring, Skull beckons Charlie Coors over and relieves him of his microphone. He then turns to face his opponent.

"OCD. The dirtiest player in the game. That's funny. You gonna clean house tonight? You are nowhere near my league and tonight, your dirty blood is gonna be spilled all over the ring."

With that, Skull throws the microphone down and the bell rings to start the match.

TBC by OCD

[Ozzy]

we may have to do one amazing post each im thinkin, feel free to post first man, i been drinkin n stuff

[Skull]

As soon as the bell sounds, O.C.D charges straight for his opponent but Skull is having none of it and drops to the mat, rolling out under the bottom rope. O.C.D gives chase but stops at the ropes, not wanting to fall into a trap. Seemingly unfazed by this, Skull simply walks over to the ring steps and picks up his cloak. He reaches into it and takes out a small silver flask, familiar to many members of the crowd. While his opponent waits inside the ring cautiously, The Pureblood lifts the flask to his lips and drinks from it. He then throws his head back and spits a red liquid into the air. As O.C.D looks on with dismay, Skull takes the flask and empties the rest of the contents over his head, drenching himself in ‘blood’.

Ray: Eww, what’s the point of this, Jimmy?

JP: Well, it is a first blood match, maybe Skull is trying to play mind games.

Skull slides into the ring, ready to finally start the match but O.C.D is waiting for him and stomps on his back before he has a chance to get up. The Dirtiest Player in the Game continues to put the boots to Skull, stamping all over his back and shoulder area, trying to wear the man down. Eventually, he picks the Hellion up and drags him over to the corner of the ring by his dirty, bloodstained locks. When he reaches his destination, he slams The Pureblood’s head into the top turnbuckle pad then spins the dazed combatant around, allowing him to rest in the turnbuckle. Looking to finish the match early on, O.C.D climbs the turnbuckle, placing a foot on the middle ropes each side of Skull then proceeds to nail the Horrorland native in the forehead with closed fists, hoping to bust him open. The crowd count along with punches, chanting with blow sent to The Pureblood’s head. However, before the punches can do any damage, Skull returns to his senses and fights back with a swift punch to his opponent’s sternum. The punch winds O.C.D, forcing him to stop his string of offense and allows Skull the time he needs to recuperate. As The Compulsive One balances precariously on the ropes, trying to catch his breath, Skull places both hands on his body, just below his armpits and lifts him up, throwing him backward off the turnbuckle. The Aussie grappler lands on his feet but has still not fully recovered his breath and remains on the spot, panting. This is all the opportunity the Prince of Aerialists needs as he jumps off of the second rope, flying at his opponent like a dart and hits him in the jaw with his right shoulder. Both men crash down to the mat after the move, O.C.D, clutching his jaw in pain.

Skull is the first to his feet and immediately grabs his opponent’s head. He places his fingers on the Brisbane native’s lips checking for any signs of blood caused by the shoulder tackle then throws his head back down to the mat in a rage when he doesn’t find any.
Changing tactics, Skull leaves his opponent on the mat and makes his way over to the turnbuckle. When he gets there, he reaches behind the top turnbuckle pad and begins to untie the laces holding it in place. The referee looks on, disconcertingly but knows there is nothing he can do about it.

Ray: This isn’t right, Jimmy. I know there are no disqualifications but this just seems like cheating to me.

JP: Well there’s just a bare steel ring behind that pad, connecting the ropes to the ring post and if you were to slam somebody’s head into it, it would almost certainly bust them open. It may seem like a short cut but since when has Skull ever played by the rules?

Skull continues to fiddle with the laces before giving up and decides to just try to rip the pad off of the buckle. After almost a minute of struggling with the pad, Skull almost rips it off until a fresh O.C.D plants both boots in The Pureblood’s back. The dropkick sends Skull stumbling forward into the turnbuckle, where his chest collides with the partially exposed steel. As Skull staggers backward, trying to catch his breath, O.C.D moves in and completes the job his opponent started by ripping the padding clean off the turnbuckle. Looking to capitalise while his opponent is temporarily incapacitated, EVPW’s White Knight grabs Skull by his dirty, bloodstained hair and attempts to slam his face into the cold, exposed steel. Thinking quickly, the veteran saves himself, and the match by sticking his leg out so that it connects with the bottom turnbuckle pad, keeping his face clear of the metal. As O.C.D looks down to see what is stopping Skull from kissing the steel, The Pureblood flings his elbow back, striking The Compulsive One square in the jaw for the second time in the match.

Deciding to turn the tables, Skull grabs onto the back of his opponent’s head and makes his own attempt to his face into the exposed buckle. Luckily, O.C.D manages to stick his hands out and grabs onto the top rope, each side of the turnbuckle. He then locks out both of his arms, preventing The Pureblood from ending the match. Once he is free from the danger, O.C.D relaxes his left arm then drives it back into the midsection of his attacker. Skull is caught off guard by the shot and staggers backward in pain. O.C.D doesn’t let up and is on his opponent straight away. He grabs a handful of Skull’s hair and drags him into the centre of the ring. Before The Pureblood can do anything to stop him, O.C.D doubles him over with a swift kick to the gut. Before Skull can compose himself, the Aussie follows up with a stiff roundhouse kick that connects with the side of The Pureblood’s head and sends him down with a thud. With his opponent down for the count, the Dirtiest Player in the Game jumps on top of him in a mounted position and begins to pummel away at his face, looking to bust the man open with a series of bare knuckle punches.

JP: We’re certainly seeing a more violent side to both wrestlers tonight, Ray but this kind of match will bring that out of them. It’s more of a fight that a wrestling match.

Ray: It’s a bit of a turn on seeing O.C.D get so aggressive in there. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

JP: It’s definitely just you.

When his punches fail to bust his opponent open, O.C.D drags The Pureblood up to a vertical base. He wraps his arm around Skull’s head, locking in a front face lock and prepares to take him down with a DDT. He throws himself backward, looking to take Skull with him, but somehow, his head slips out of O.C.D’s grip and he remains standing while the Brisbane native slams hard into the mat.

Ray: What just happened, Jimmy?

JP: It must be that fake blood in Skull’s hair. It acted like a lubricant, allowing Skull’s head to slip out of O.C.D’s grip.

Ray: I knew there was a reason for it!

O.C.D hits the mat hard as a result of the blocked DDT and the air is driven out of his lungs, causing him to cough and splutter. Meanwhile, Skull rests on the ropes, trying to recover his senses after the stiff roundhouse kick to the head.

TBC by O.C.D