NVX vs Serial vs Stalker

[NVX]

NVX's Contract

The lights start to dim as "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace starts to play on the speakers. Most of the fans in the Solid Core Gymnasium are up from their seats upon hearing this familiar music. The Dark Prince of X-treme moves through the curtain and toward the stage. He has his Television title belt on his shoulder as usual, but something about him is different. There is no smile. No confident smirk. In its place is a frown. Just a frown.

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal

Lizzie Morna: The following match is a Winner Take All Triple Threat match for both the EVPW Television Championship and the EVPW Imperial Championship! Introducing first, standing at 6'6 and weighing 220 pounds, he is the reigning and defending EVPW Television champion, N...V...X!!!

NVX walks slowly toward the ring, eyes fixed on it. Unlike his usual self, he does not acknowledge the fans. He does not flash his title around. Tonight, he is a man on a mission.

Jimmy Pate: NVX doesn't look like his usual cocky self this week.

Ray White: Well of course not, JP! He had his first loss last Genesis to Serial! And tonight he not only has to defend his title against him, but Kasabian Stalker too!

Jimmy Pate: Yeah, and those two aren't exactly drinking buddies either.

NVX has finally made it in the ring and immediately makes a beeline for the corner at the other side. After he balances himself on the second rope, NVX raises his title belt up above his head. This triggers a melody of cheers. As he steps down, there is already a worker with a microphone waiting for him. He snatches it and makes his way to the center of the ring.

NVX
Why am I not happy? Why am I not smiling? I should be THRILLED that I'm getting a shot at the Imperial title. I get to beat the holy hell out of our sorry excuse for a champion, Kasabian Stalker. I should be happy, right? Well, I'm not. You want to know why?

This was supposed to be a singles match. I finally get a chance to beat that turd one-on-one. But no. I had to lose to a FUCKING NOBODY. Serial, I underestimated you. I let you score what I consider an upset. Well, that's not going to happen again. Lightning doesn't strike twice, motherfucker. Tonight, as these people as my witnesses, I will destroy both of you. I will be raising this Television title AND the Imperial title over BOTH OF YOUR GOD DAMN BODIES.

TBC by Serial and Kasabian Stalker

[Serial]

To the liveliness of the crowd, the famous Ranchera song “El Rey” from the legendary Vicente Fernandez begins to filter through the arena sound system.

Aiding in the Mexican theme are the arena lights transition from its simple hue to a spectacle of red, white, and green. Before long, the second party in this three way tango through the curtains, to an upbeat retort from the crowd. After coming off of an “upset” against NVX in his return, the luchadore Serial, decked out in his signature mask etched in black with along with gold trim, makes his way to the ring. The luchadore exchanges hand slaps with the nearby crowd as he draws closer to the ring, a shot not only at the Imperial title, but the Television title as well.

Morna: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at ninety five point two kilograms, and standing at one hundred and eighty point three four pounds… Fighting out of Reseda, California, he is SSSSEEEERRRRIIIIAAALLL!!!

Serial springs into the ring on cue before climbing onto the nearest turnbuckle, not acknowledging NVX whatsoever, beforeraising his arm high into the air, to a deafening ovation from the spectators.

Pate: This is do or die for Serial. I can’t imagine him getting too many more opportunities at gold.

OOC: My entrances always suck. Anyways, good luck to the both of you.

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Kasabian Stalker's Contract

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Serial stands in the center of the ring, toe to toe with the Television champion. Both eyeball each other, the air thick with tension as they wait for the final combatant to arrive. Throughout the arena, signs showing support for Serial, predicting the luchador as the new Imperial and Television Champion. The crowd begin to become rowdy with waiting as the stare-off continues in the ring. Nobody dares move as the noise level ventures louder and louder. Finally, a familiar sound echoes out through the PA speakers. Heavy breathing is heard throughout the arena, like that which would be heard down the phone of a creepy prank caller, barely heard above the level of the capacity crowd.



”Come With Me…”[/i][/color]

A cheesy synthesizer sounds out the familiar music of “Bones” by the Killers, while the lights around the arena flash out a spastic flurry of purple, white and green lighting in rapid succession. Soon, the lights around the arena dim and the TitanTron flicks into life, showing the name of the wrestler for which the song has begun to play.

'Kasabian Stalker'[/i][/b]

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'[/i][/b]

”And their opponent tonight...
He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds.

Still undefeated and the current EVPW Imperial Champion. The Pervert, Kasabian Stalker![/i]

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.

"Dare I say it, but Kasabian comes into this match as the hot favorite. He has never been beaten. Try as they might, people continue to fall at the Pervert's feet."

"He will come out here tonight with the same confidence he always comes out with, and it is not I'll placed either. Kasabian deserves to be confident. I love a guy with swagger..."

"You love any sort of guy who will flash you a smile. Hell, you might even stand a chance with the freakish Imperial Champion. I think he might just be sick enough to take you up on that offer."
"Oooh, stop it! You're getting me all excited."[/i]


"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]

While Kasabian makes his way to the ring, Lizzie Morna takes a hasty exit, predicting a three-way explosion imminent. Kasabian walks with a scowl, disgusted at the sight of the "Prelude to Madness" decor, the sight of all of the fans, his opponents in the ring. The only beacon of shining light for the Pervert is the hastily exiting figure of Lizzie Morna. He is quick to take the stairs, brushing back his imaginary hair and running a hand over his well oiled scalp.

Wasting little time, Stalker steps right between the staunchly waiting figures of Serial and NVX. With a quick look to either side, and a wink to match. he takes a single step backward. He fumbles with the hem of his button-up tracksuit pants for a moment before tearing the pants off, much like a male stripper would. On either side of him, both men take their leave, giving Stalker a wide berth and leaving him to de-robe theatrically in the center of the ring, casually tossing his discarded trackpants, tank-top and Imperial Championship belt the not so eagerly, waiting official.

"Don't You wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones
It's only natural..."

TBC Serial or NVX



Good luck gentlemen

[Serial]

One could say this is a match of numbers, as the odds are severely against the challengers with such a dominant, undefeated, and undisputed champion in Kasabian Stalker. In a match such as this, where the first fall wins, it could also mean that the numbers are working against the champion. Others could argue their case for geometry with the triangle of competitors fitted into a squared circle. No matter the math related references, what is certain is that no matter the outcome, there is only one probable conclusion… one man walking away with all of the gold. The trio compromise their safe zones before meeting in the center of the ring. There is no last minute jawing from any of the competitors, but rather the match with so much on the line takes a swift start! NVX and Serial mirror each other’s method in a stereo kick to the midsection of the current Imperial champion. The ache scrambling through Kasabian’s gut forces him backward into a barricade of ropes. With his back against a wall… of cables, Stalker is overwhelmed by his duo of opponents into a Double Irish Whip. The undefeated superstar sails across the ring, embarking on a voyage across the ocean of ring after recoiling off the cables. The Chicago Creep eventually reaches his adversaries, who have linked together for a Double Clothesline, a move that would certainly sink his hopes of retaining gold. Instead of falling victim to the duo’s attack, the wily veteran leans downward and lets the combination attack fly right past him. Now facing Serial’s back, Kasabian tries to attach to his second time challenger with a Waistlock, but the agility of Serial allows him to slither and spin out into a Full Nelson behind Stalker!

Pate: The speed of Serial cannot be underestimated, even by such a savvy veteran like Kasabian Stalker.

White: Yeah, but Stalker has had plenty of experience against the luchadore, and can most definitely pummel him into ground beef.

Pate: Still though, how can Kasabian do that if he can’t catch the luchadore? Serial doesn’t have the best technique, yet he has found a way to lock the Imperial champion into a Full Nelson. Rudimentary? Perhaps, but effective nonetheless.

As Pate points out, while a Full Nelson is a basic move, it has aged well due to how effective it is. Amidst his arms being trapped within the clutches of the SoCal Killa’, the Chicagoan looks to be victim to an oncoming attack from his other challenger. NVX’s method of mayhem is not located though, but what is found is Stalker’s boot which knocks the current Television champion back a few pegs. The Asian Assassin no longer a threat for the moment, the Pervert wrenches a Back Elbow into the masked mandible of his antagonist, forcing a release of the Full Nelson. A free man once more, Stalker charges forward towards NVX, who tries for a Forearm Smash, which is in vain. Dodging bullets like he was Superman, Kasabian pushes the unbalanced Queens resident towards the luchadore, forcing a collision of Serial’s jaw and the Vietnamese Vigilante’s forearm, which results in the Protested Hero dropping to the canvas.

White: Serial got a little too brave in that situation. He is clearly outclassed in terms of striking.

Pate: You can’t blame him though, you have to take chances with such high stakes.

With the Mexican out of the way, the championship only party continues as NVX turns right into a Knife-Edged Chop from the Imperial king. The Pervert deals a second Knife-Edged Chop, before mixing it up with an Overhand Chop, tenderizing the Asian’s pectorals as if they were Kobe beef. The Asian Sensation can only briefly massage his pink hued chest before he is dealt across the ring via an Irish Whip. On the rebound, the current Television champion leaps forward with a Jumping Knee but is caught by Kasabian, before his knee can ring Stalker’s bell. Now within the loving arms of the undefeated champion, NVX is helpless as he is stamped onto the canvas with a T-Bone Suplex.

Pate: What a counter from Kasabian, an Exploder Suplex! If Stalker goes for a pin, it may be enough to earn him some more gold.

White: Stalker is undefeated for a reason, and by the end of the night he has the chance to win it all…

Pate: He could also lose his streak and his title without being involved in the fall. That’s why triple threats are so risky.

With thoughts related to the gamble, NVX remains ‘all in’ on the canvas. Unlike the New Yorker, Kasabian rushes to his feet hoping to continue his offensive streak. Instead, the Imperial champ finds the offense coming towards him as Serial surges forward with his unpredictable attack. The Pervert leap frogs over the beaner express, forcing Serial to swing off the ropes before congregating once more with his foe. On this occasion, Serial is prepared with his attack as he hurdles over the back of Stalker before clasping an arm in mid-air and flinging him to the mat with an Arm Drag Takedown. Neither man situates on the canvas, but rather spring to their feet immediately. As quick as the Chicagoan is, he is no contest for his agile challenger, his loss in the race resulting in a sandwich of heels via a Dropkick!

Pate: Boy, I would not want to be Kasabian!

White: Mmmm, I disagree.

No matter the latter commentator’s desires, Kasabian drops to the mat, choosing to roll out of the ring in need of a quick breather. Serial shoots to his feet, seeing his nemesis on the outside. The Immigration Sensation begins to spread his wings as he gets ready to fly. Serial’s trip to the outside is delayed, if not cancelled, due to a rain of Forearms from the Dark Prince of X-Treme! The skull of Serial cranks as if it were Soulja Boy, before the SoCal Killa’ retorts with a Forearm of his own. The Vietnamese fighter eats it as if it were Hu tieu kho, before dropping another Forearm upon the hidden face of Serial. Before long, the struggle evolves into a game of Pong, with the paddles representing each warrior’s forearm, and the ball representing each other’s head. Neither man seems to show signs of defeat as the game continues with exchanges. Before long, the game is interrupted by Kasabian, who is simply kicked out of the game with a pair of Back Elbows from the parties. The potpourri of Forearms continues on as Stalker gets to his feet, still wanting to get into the game. Another interruption by Kasabian between Forearms, leads to a quick escorting out of the ring from NVX,, as he is tossed out over the top rope and to the padded concrete.

White: Man, Kasabian can’t catch a break. First, he has to defend his title against the Television champion. Then, Serial gets added to the equation. Now, neither of them let him join in on the fun!

Pate: He wasn’t trying to play their game, he was trying to be a grinch and ruin it.

NVX turns to eat a running Forearm from Serial, which pops him backward before he retorts with a Running Forearm of his own which knocks the luchadore to the mat, proving that one should not try to one up a such a dedicated martial artist. The New Yorker briefly celebrates his victory, by rubbing his jaw as if he had just left an appointment with Isaac Yankem. NVX pushes the mute button on his ache as he bears witness to the Imperial champion tying to re-enter the ring beneath the bottom rope. Before the Pervert can complete his voyage, he is lit up with a series of Stomps from NVX. The Television champ lifts the other EVPW champ by his head before driving his knee into the temple of his rival before straddling one of Stalker’s legs and reaching over, locking in an Abdominal Stretch. With his back and abdomen stretched to degrees not intended, the idea of submitting is not too farfetched. Like the pokemon, Serial comes from the wild and intervenes by locking in an Abdominal Stretch of his own upon the Vietnamese Vigilante. With his own body being stretched like Stretch Armstrong, NVX releases his submission hold, freeing Stalker from the idea of surrendering.

Pate: That's what makes triple threats so dangerous... there's always a third variable to be weary of.

White: Well I tend to enjoy the third variables. The more, the merrier!

Kasabian compasses the opposite side of Serial, pulling him off NVX, before tucking his head under Serial’s arm. On the opposite side of the spectrum, NVX’s enthralled senses activate, allowing him to mimic Stalker’s plan, before the pair of champions lift the current non-gold wearing party into the air, only to crash him into the canvas with a Double Back Body Drop. A natural chemistry between the two shows itself, as Stalker props up Serial before shoving him into the nearest corner, tying his arms around the top rope. Kasabian rushes to the opposite corner to meet with his ‘partner’ before aiding NVX, by flinging him into the occupied corner. There is no questioning of comradery before the Asian springs across the ring and squashes Serial with a Stinger Splash! Sandwiched between the turnbuckles and NVX, the Immigration Sensation has nowhere to hide before he is Irish Whipped towards a charging Pervert. The Champion of Controversy tries to hit a home run with a Double Axe Handle towards Serial’s hidden face, but instead connects with nothing but air. The luchadore tilt-a-whirls around the shoulders of Stalker before swinging him to the mat with a Headscissors Takedown, the momentum behind the attack enough to whirl Kasabian out of the ring, beneath the lowest cable.

Pate: That just goes to show you, that speed kills.

White: Thanks for reminding me! Now, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind our young viewers… DON’T DO DRUGS!

NVX smirks as his ‘partner’ makes a quick exit stage left, before he runs towards his masked opponent, only to have his speed used against him via an Arm Drag from Serial! Before he can comprehend what has taken place, he finds himself on the outside, mere inches from the man he was laughing at moments ago. The man laughing loudest is Serial, who takes in the applaud from the loving spectators before he bolts towards his opponents, using the top rope to flip to the outside before crashing atop the golden duo with a Tope con Giro. The three men scatter across the thinly padded concrete, the move taking a bit out of all three warriors. It is not without an ovation from the crowd however.

Pate: This crowd is fired up!

White: How can you not be? The future of EVPW is being determined before our very eyes.

The Protested Hero is not protested on this evening, especially as he is the first to rise to his feet. Quick to his vertical, Serial grabs a handful of Stalkerr’s head before hurling him into the ring. The Pervert boosts to his feet, searching for Serial as if the Mexican were John Connor, and he were the Terminator. Kasabian scans the ring, but does as swell a job as the border patrol, as Serial springs atop the fence, err I mean ropes, before delivering a Springboard Missile Dropkick, dropping the champion back to square one. Serial crawls towards his fallen foe before hovering over him with a pin attempt…

OOOOOOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTWWWWW------

Pate: SHOULDER UP!

White: Not even close!

The count does not complete two before it is negated by a lifted shoulder from the Imperial champion. Serial does not bother arguing the count, instead choosing to scrape Kasabian off the canvas. The luchadore tries to fling the Chicagoan towards the ropes, but is countered and punished with a Boot to his stomach. Kasabian tangles an arm around the hooded head of his enemy before hooking a leg and lifting him into the air. The Pervert however, cannot contain the Immigration Sensation as Serial floats over and applies a Waistlock. Stalker does not allow the lock to remain as he picks it off not with a key, but rather an Elbow to the grill of Serial, causing the luchadore to see stars as if he were back in California. Seeing that Serial is on a rocky foundation, Kasabian tries to act as the proverbial wrecking ball by pacing backward before blazing forward with a devastating Lariat, that sizzles nothing but air. Serial has enough sense to dodge the Lariat, which is exactly as the wily champion predicted. The Champion of Controversy grabs the back of the Immigration Sensation’s head before dropping to a sit-out arrangement forcing Serial’s neck to impact Stalker’s shoulder. The Hangman’s Neckbreaker kills any momentum gathered by the luchadore, perhaps turning the tide of the contest in favor of the Imperial champion.

Pate: That’s why Kasabian has been undefeated for so long.

White: When I think of our champion, I definitely think of ‘so long.’

Pate: …

Confident from his seated arrangement, Stalker is rudely awakened when NVX bombs his spine with a Missile Dropkick! Pushed forward like an accordion, Kasabian bounces back to a seated arrangement in a less than stellar condition. The Asian Sensation uses both hands to lift the undefeated star from behind before applying an underhook on one side and a half nelson on the other. NVX isn’t searching for some wacky submission from his days of rolling in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, but rather putting the pieces together for his next move. The Television champ swings backward, hurling Kasabian into the mat with a Half and Half Suplex! Upon releasing his grasp, NVX flips the Pervert onto his back, hoping to end the Era of the Pervert within the next few moments. The audience counts on with the official as he slides into arrangement…

OOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!

TTTTWWWWWWOOO!!!!!

The luchadore intervenes, mustering enough strength to club the back of NVX just before a three can be reached. Serial swoops back to the canvas afterwards, holding his neck in pain. The Dark Prince of X-treme is not pleased with the broken count as he turns his attention to the luchadore, before aiding him to his feet. The Asian Assassin does not do this as an act of kindness, but in order to escort Serial to the nearest corner. Just before NVX can hurl Serial into a wall of turnbuckles, the SoCal Killa’reverses the act by hitting the gut of the twenty eight year old with a Back Elbow and tossing him instead, into the triad of turnbuckles. The Immigration Sensation back dashes before cancelling into forward movement and jumping onto NVX’s shoulders, hoping to continue his offense from the standing Electric Chair arrangement. Before the luchadore can attempt one of his signature Headscissors or Huracanranas, NVX flips the state of affairs like a Republican to the House of Representatives. Serial goes from an advantage, to seated into a perilous arrangement. With the challenger firmly placed on the peak buckle, the Television title holder climbs to the middle turnbuckle, hoping for a Superplex. NVX vines an arm of Serial around his head before beginning to lift him into the air. The testy luchadore does not go down without a fight though, forcing NVX to attack his tortilla basket with a couple of knuckle quartets.

Pate: This could be bad for Serial…

White: No really?

Kasabian being the annoyance that he is, interludes by inserting his head in-between the legs of NVX as he lifts Serial into the air. The crowd radiates the arena with camera flashes as the triad detonate off the corner and onto the mat with a Tower of Doom Suplex. Serial takes the blunt of the tower, ascending from the corner and rainbow arching all the way to the middle of the ring, eating nothing but canvas. NVX is not without torment as he is Powerbombed practically to Hell. Stalkerr can not take joy in his destructive creation as he collapses to the canvas, the power behind dropping two men exponential to what he is normally accustomed to. The three men, all with their claim to the all the single riches in the company, lay inches from each other, not a single soul able to take advantage of the opportunity given. Ironic isn’t’ it?

Pate: BAH GAWD KING! Oh wait…

EDIT: Fixed commentator names on one screw up.

[Deleted]

Kasabian breathes out heavily as he stands, both hands pressed against the small of his back as he shows off the lower back strain taken to lift both of his opponents. NVX is the only other soul stirring when he looks around, rolling over onto his hands and knees, having only copped a small amount of the impact of the move. In a completely different picture, Serial, suffering the full impact of the towering Suplex, lies motionless underneath the ring ropes, an arm and a leg dangling lifelessly off the edge of the mat.

Knowing which of his opponents face the biggest threat, the 'Perverted Champion' is only too happy to narrow his sights onto his arch rival. By the time NVX had found his feet, Stalker is already upon him. As would be expected, Stalker is the first to strike, looking to take the element of surprise and turn it into his advantage. The veteran 'Dark Prince of X-Treme' is quick to quash any of Stalker's hopes and dreams of a foothold as he blocks the Pervert's incoming fist, parrying it away with his left hand, while readying his right for a strike of his own. The block had caught the Imperial Champion somewhat by surprise. Stalker is not ready for the retaliation he receives, copping a back handed slap across his cheek that sees spittle and phlegm fly out of the Stalker's mouth. With his opponent on the back foot, NVX narrows the distance, fighting in close to give himself an advantage as per his Mixed Martial Arts training. With the Pervert unable to wind up properly for a strike of his own due to the close quarters brawl, the Television Champion batters Kasabian's head with a barrage of elbow strikes. Each pointed elbow hits home with pinpoint accuracy, leaving the Imperial Champion staggering drunkenly in search of escape.

There is no reprise in NVX's eyes, and none in his actions. With his rival in no position to mount a retaliation of his own, the TV Champ ups the ante. Taking Stalker by the wrist, he flings the Pervert's arm over his shoulder. Steadying his free hand around the neck of the 'Champion of Controversy', NVX launches him into the air, flicking his hips backward and flinging Stalker over his shoulders in a Exploder Suplex. Stalker crashes into the mat, landing shoulders first before leveling out flat on the canvas, flopping around like a fish out of water as he does so.

"NVX showing his Mixed Martial Arts skills with a flurry of close elbow strikes. And finishing it up with an Exploder Suplex to drive the message home."

"Personally, I hope that this match stays this close for the whole time. Makes me want to get in there."

"That is a great idea Ray. Get in there and let's see what happens."

"Somehow, I don't think you are being completely genuine JP."[/i]

With the crowd roaring at the demise of the Stalker, NVX scans the ring quickly before proceeding. Serial lies, still in the same position that he had been discarded to earlier. The referee looks on intently, wondering when he will be next called into action. His target, rival and nemesis, Kasabian Stalker lies stretched out in front of him, chest heaving heavily as he sucks precious oxygen into his battered body. NVX helps Stalker to his feet, grabbing him by the wrist as he does so to fling him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Stalker's lumbering frame charges at the ropes before rebounding off and hurtling back across the ring at NVX. Wanting to take the time for Kasabian to build up more speed, NVX leapfrogs the incoming Champion. As expected, Kasabian simply charges right across the ring, before bounding into the ring ropes on the opposite side, where Serial lies incapacitated.

This time, NVX readies himself for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, crouching down into a fighting stance as he awaits the re-entry of Stalker. However, Stalker never comes back. Having just bounded into the ropes and uncontrollably setting off back across the ring, Stalker is tripped by a single weary hand. Serial had taken the energy to simply lift a finger, clipping the Pervert's bootlaces as he does so. As a result, Kasabian crashes to the mat, his momentum allowing him to slide across the canvas till he comes to a halt, the friction of skin meeting canvas burning his chest as he slides to a halt. Serial lifts his head to see his handiwork, catching only the frustrated eyes of NVX instead. While the Pervert howls in pain from the large red burn now rearing its head across his belly and chest, NVX sizes up his options once more.

"Serial could just have saved Kasabian's life with that ankle-tap."

"Yes, but look at that boo-boo on his chest, he's gone and burnt himself. Come here Kas... I'll kiss it better for you."

"Ray, sit down you sick freak.
Whether Serial clipping the foot of Stalker was intentional or not, it seems to have gotten NVX's attention. Now the 'Immigration Sensation' has a tough decision... Does he go after the unbeaten Kasabian or take his frustrations out on the smaller framed Serial?"

In the small amount of hesitation needed to make the decision, NVX's mind is all but made up for him. While Serial is still slow to get to his feet, the Pervert is quick to find a vertical base once more. He comes charging at NVX aiming a high Axe Kick at his opponent's head. NVX ducks under the strike, using the elevated and unprotected position of his opponent as an advantage to decimate him by spinning around on the spot and unloading with a brutal Discus Clothesline, sending Kasabian flipping upside down with the impact of the strike, before dropping him on his head once more. His eyes burning and the prize as a goal, NVX sets his targets on his second, smaller opponent. Having given Kasabian something to think about for a moment, Serial is next on his hit list.

The memory of Serial's assist is still fresh in NVX's mind as he approaches the struggling figure. By the time he is close enough, Serial is doubled over, hauling himself up to a vertical standing with the assistance of the ring ropes. NVX picks up the pace as he approaches, lining Serial up for a running Clothesline that threatens to take him out of the ring and out of the action entirely. However, seeing his opponent approach, the luchador pulls down on the ropes, dropping himself out of NVX's view and pulling the ropes down to give the 'Immigration Sensation' a one way ticket to the concrete floor outside of the ring. Unable to stop in time, NVX growls in anger as he is launched up and over the ropes, helped to the outside of the ring with a push by his high flying opponent. The crowd cheer the success of Serial, rallying the underdog with their approval.

"Welcome back to the match Serial. NVX rushed in to the situation and Serial was simply playing possum with him. It seems now that the tables are turned."

"Now, can he capitalize on the situation, or will the undefeated Stalker prove too strong for him?"

"Look at those well oiled hunky muscles JP. Do you even need to ask?"[/i]

Once again, the three-way match had become a two way, with Kasabian Stalker and Serial set to brawl it out in the center of the ring. Having yet to fully take control of the match as he usually does, Stalker uses the change of opponent to stamp his mark on the match. Serial approaches him, full of confidence and brimming with anticipation, only to have the wind sucked out of his sails courtesy of a Double Axe Handle to the mid section from the recovering Imperial Champion. The shot winds Serial, driving the air out of his lungs and doubling him over in pain. Before Serial can retaliate, the dangerous Pervert had snapped him up in a Full Nelson lock. With the hold placed firmly on Serial, the Champion locks the fingers of both hands to render the hold near impenetrable. Stalker shakes his luchador opponent from side to side vigorously, like a lion shaking its prey with its teeth to tear the meat from the bone.

As the Full Nelson is thrust into effectiveness, Serial's eyes begin to glaze over, the pain filling his body and his shoulders threatening to simply give way under the strain of the hold. It is almost good for the luchador that Stalker decides to break the hold, lifting the lightweight into the air, tossing him as high as he can. Serial kicks thin air as he flies, only serving to create the illusion that he is being tossed off the top of a sky scraper. As he descends, the 'Champion of Controversy' catches him around the throat. Kasabian drives Serial into the mat with a High Angle Chokeslam, nearly planting him through the floor. Serial's head bounces off the canvas as he lands, his eyes shutting tightly as the 'SoCal Killa's' brains rattle about in his head.

"Jesus... He must have thrown him ten feet into the air!"

"And brought him back to the ground with such force, I'm surprised the ring is still standing."

"That was just plain brutal... I wouldn't be shocked if Serial was flat out cold after that Chokeslam!"[/i]

Kasabian takes the small amount of time needed to run his hands down the mask of serial, stroking the fabric almost lovingly as he stares down at his decimated opponent. He wipes a palm full of sweat off his opponent's chest, looking at the sweat dripping off his fingers with a bizarre, twisted smile on his face. In a sickening scene, Kasabian proceeds to lick the sweat off his fingers, closing his eyes as he inserts each individual finger into his eagerly awaiting mouth and licking it dry with a pleasure-filled moan. The scene is enough to bring the crowd to their feet, the violation of their hero causing wide-spread outrage through the arena. The noise is enough to cause the Pervert to open his eyes once again. He turns around, making sure to flip off the largest, most vocal section of the crowd before hooking Serial's leg to lock in the pinfall. Eager to do his part, the match official slides into position. He raises his hand into the air, slamming it down to the canvas for the first time.

"1..."

"What the hell is he doing? That sick bastard! That has to be against the rules, surely!"

"I don't think they write rules for that sort of thing. Why should they, I'm loving it. I have had dreams like this!"

"For the love of god, don't tell me how they end Ray. Just stop right there."[/i]

"2..."

The referee's hand slams the canvas for the second time. The crowd, still booing at the disgusting antics of the Imperial Champion, suddenly change tacts. Cheers erupt around the arena as the referee raises his hand for the third time. Before he can lower it, however, Kasabian is dragged off the body of Serial by an unseen force. NVX has slithered back into the ring and he pulls the Chi-Town Pervert safely away, breaking up the pin-count in the process. As the referee officially holds up his two fingers, NVX and Kasabian Stalker pick up where they had left off, each one eager to pummel the other with any assortment of strikes that they can muster. Serial lies broken and violates as the pair roll about on the ring next to him, each trying to gain the upper hand in the match.

Tbc

[Serial]

Without hesitation, Kasabian and NVX throw more hooks than a fishing tournament. While both can scuffle with the best of them, it is the Asian Sensation’s background in martial arts that gives him the slightest edge in the battle. The punches shooting out from Kasabian are a bit too loopy and wild to overwhelm the much more precise and fluid strikes coming from the Television champion. A solid Haymaker inevitably catches the overaggressive Pervert, who crumbles upon the thin concrete. Only dead men see the end of war however, and Stalker, while woozy against the floor, is far from departed. The Vietnamese Vigilante does not stick around on the outside, taking advantage of the fact that the champion does not have to be pinned, to lose his title. By pinning the incapacitated Serial, he could not only add Kasabian’s title to his collection, but also avenge his most recent loss to the luchadore. Whether it is sheer coincidence or misfortune on the part of the truest challenger, but Serial begins to stir to his feet. Before the Protested Hero is able to arch himself into a vertical arrangement, he finds himself at a kneeling arrangement; an opportune moment for a quick prayer. The SoCal Killa’ is in need of a miracle as NVX charges towards him with a Shining Wizard! Serial’s prayer is answered though, or so thought the Immigration Sensation and his base of fans. The “missed” Shining Wizard is swiftly transitioned into a high speed Roundhouse Kick which spears the parietal bone of Serial’s skull. Upon impact, Serial reunites with the cold canvas; collapsing face first into the mat! The reflections of victory and becoming a world champion overwhelm the young New Yorker, who lets out a grin of ecstasy before flipping Serial like a burger, allowing the redder side of the luchadore to cook against the mat. Serial stares at the vivid hues of the ring lights as NVX climbs atop the challenger and hooks the near leg; the sudden and possibly match concluding pin prompting Stalker to instinctively clamor to a vertical against the apron…

ONE!

TWO!

TTTHHHRRR--- Stalker breaks the pin!

Pate: We were but a moment away from seeing NVX retain his Television title, as well as add a new belt to his collection.

White: I bet he'd look tasty with all of that gold.

Leaping back into the ring to prevent NVX from perhaps robbing him of the Imperial Championship, Kasabian drives down both forearms across the back of The Dark Prince of X-treme. Stalker rolls away from his opponents and reaches the ring ropes, The Pervert pulling himself up with their aid as he hopes to beat both of his much more agile (yet damaged) opponents to a vertical base. Stalker fails however, the stubborn NVX forcing his beaten body up off of the third party and back to his feet just a few seconds before the Champion of Controversy is able to do so. Kasabian torques around to find the Television champion already on top of him with his next idea of assault. Catching the other champion before he can react, Stalker connects with an almost club like Clothesline! The Asian Sensation sends Kasabian to the canvas, the world possibly moments away from seeing a yellow warrior turn golden.

Pate: NVX is on fire at the moment! He practically decapitated Stalker with that Clothesline.

White: Speaking of on fire, you should see my pants.

Turning his concentration from one adversary to another almost like clockwork, the martial artist charges forward and drives a knee into the midsection of Serial, just as the luchadore returns to his vertical base. Rather than fall however, the Immigration Sensation simply doubles over from the impact; the aggressive NVX backing Serial up before attempting an Irish Whip to send his foe across the ring! The Immigration Sensation gets the reversal however and sends his fellow assassin to the triad of turnbuckles. The Vietnamese Vigilante puts on the brakes, stopping himself in the nick of time, before an unnecessary collision with the padded steel. NVX spins like a shell’d victim in Mario Kart before charging towards his rival, meeting Serial with a Clothesline, which just so happened to be the luchadore’s attack as well. Simultaneously the minorities hit rock bottom, to the chagrin of many white folk watching on.

Pate: So many Clotheslines! My mind is blown!

White: Speaking of blown, how about--

Pate: JUST STOP RIGHT THERE MISTER!

Rolling to the apron as he struggles to clear the fog in his head, Serial is the first man to make it to the balls of his feet, the helping hand of the ring cables granting him a clear advantage over both Stalker and NVX as he not only reaches a vertical state, but begins to ascend the nearest turnbuckle set. Amidst a high risk mentality and a clouded mind however, Serial’s judgment is not perhaps the most sound. NVX meets his adversary at the highest rope, driving a quartet of knuckles into the hidden forehead of Serial. The mustard behind the wallop drops the luchadore to a seated position upon the peak buckle, as NVX joins him via a Front Facelock! Primed to send Serial to hell with a Superplex, the Asian Sensation’s hopes are dashed as Stalker suddenly bursts onto the scene, driving a powerful Forearm Smash across the back of NVX. The loss of balance knocks the New Yorker into an arrangement that the other parties are oh so familiar with… the Tree of Woe.

Pate: I'm sure Serial and Stalker remember this arrangement. The Tree of Woe was a major turning point in last month's pay-per-view.

White: Well this kind of shocks me. I never thought I'd see an Asian so well hung.

Ascending to the top rope around NVX’s hanging body, the Pervert continues where his hanging enemy left off, locking in a Front Facelock upon Serial. Stepping up to the very top rope, Kasabian launches both himself and the Aerodynamic Assassin from the top; Stalker driving Serial into the canvas with a thunderous impact via a vicious Superplex! Both men lie still for several moments as the Asian Assassin slowly slips from the highest cable and crashes to the mat. Shaking the cobwebs off, Stalker slowly pulls himself over and atop the beaten form of his endless challenger for the pin!

Pate: SUPERPLEX! Could the fat lady be singing the praise of Kasabian?


ONE!


TWO!


THR-Kickout!


Pate: Why am I not surprised?

White: By the looks of it, neither is Kasabian.

Stalker seems to rally after the near fall, the Pervert to his feet quickly regardless of his body’s exhaustion. The Imperial champion advances quickly as his fellow title holder manages to make it back to his feet. Delivering a vicious Kick to the Midsection that doubles NVX over like a bendy straw, Stalker spins the New Yorker around before scooping him up off his feet and returning him once more to the Tree of Woe position he’d found himself in just moments ago. His eyes glowing with passion, the Chicagoan quickly scurries to the far corner before shouting at the top of his lungs and charging forward. Stalker leaping up to the second rope before leaping again, his hands tightly gripping the top ring ropes. Leaping out and away from his intended target, Kasabian allows the force of gravity and the natural resistance of the ring ropes to do most of the work for him as he drives both of his boots into NVX’s jaw with a devastating Mule Kick! The force of the kick allows the T.V. champ to fall from the top rope and to the canvas, Kasabian quickly diving in for the cover to perhaps end all covers.


ONE!


TWO!


THR-Kickout!


But once more, NVX forces his shoulder up off the canvas; Stalker left all but livid at the resilience of both of his foes.

Pate: Kasabian had a pretty good poker face going, but now he's just losing it.

White: Don't even get me started on Lady Gaga.

Pate: What?!?

White: P-P-P-P-POKER FACE, P-P-P-P-POKER FACE!

Trying his damnedest to brush aside the rage building inside him, Stalker brings himself back to his feet once more. Kasabian looks back and forth between Serial and NVX, both men lying tranquil as he soars above them. Going for the nearest man and hoping for the quickest resolution to this bout, Stalker is stunned as the Television champion suddenly throws himself forward and flings the Imperial champion towards the corner. NVX flings the Champion of Controversy out between the top and second ropes; the Dark Prince of X-Treme nearly sending Kasabian into the merciless steel ring post. Stalker hits the padded concrete floor hard while the New Yorker turns his attention to the beaten form of Chicano once again. Unfortunately for the Television title holder, the challenger has a trick up his sleeve as NVX reaches down to returning the luchadore to his feet. Serial pops up and like a livejasmin.com advertisement and grabs hold of NVX before pulling back and into a Small Package! The zebra has no choice but to slide into arrangement as the crowd looks on…


ONE!


TWO!


T-Kickout!


Pate: Again with a kickout! This bout has had more near falls than a drunk trying to walk in a straight line!


Neither disappointment nor frustration shows upon the visible portions of the face of the Immigration Sensation as he pulls himself back to his feet. Serial shows he is smart enough not to allow his emotions to get the better of him at such a crucial point in this match. He knows how much is at stake! Instead, the challenger simply returns to his feet and, with a grip on NVX’s greasy crown, Serial returns the Vietnamese Vigilante back to his feet as well. Aiming for a grapple the spectators would never get to see, the Protested Hero is suddenly scooped up onto the shoulders of NVX before being dropped straight down to the canvas with a Samoan drop as well as with authority, as told by the sickening thud that follows. NVX gyrates around quickly to go for the cover. But the challenger continues to play his game smart, rolling out of the ring quickly due to his proximity to the ring ropes. The six foot, six inch monster looks frustrated as he towers to his feet to follow after SoCal Killa.’ With his focus solely upon Serial however, the Asian Sensation catches a glimpse out of one eye and turns in time to catch a Yakuza Kick straight to the jaw as Kasabian Stalker reappears out of nowhere once more!

Pate: Kasabian going for the pin once again!


ONE!


TWO!


TH-Kickout!


White:I haven't seen guys get on top of each other this many times since---

Just as one can't fathom the remainder of White's statement, Stalker can’t fathom how his opponents continually kick out of his attacks, neither Serial nor NVX granting him continuation of his dominance of EVPW by simply remaining down for the full three count. Instead, Serial slyly rolls into the ring and goes straight after the still distracted Pervert; the Protested Hero yanking Stalker back to his feet before trying to jump onto the shoulders of Stalker in an attempt for a Inverted Headscissors Takedown. Serial is able to hop on successfully, but staying on remains a harder task as the Pervert tries to buck Serial off by hurling towards ring’s end; a potentially scary fall for the luchadore. The Aerodynamic Assassin remains on tight like a virgin, before Kasabian grabs hold of his feet and hurls him backwards. What would normally turn out to be a crash and burn instead showcases the athleticism of the luchadore, who is able to land on his feet! Kasabian is the champion for a reason however, as Stalker catches the SoCal Killa’ off guard, predicting Serial to be on his feet. The Champion of Controversy drives a Back Elbow into the jawline of Serial, forcing the Mexican back into the border of the ring. The Protested Hero drops to the canvas, rolling beneath the bottom rope in his attempt to avoid further punishment from Stalker. The deed proves unnecessary however, as before Kasabian can eradicate the distance between the pair, the third party makes himself known once more. NVX Hammerfists both sides of Stalker’s core, forcing the Chicagoan to cover his stomach region out of instinct. With his abdomen portion protected, his neck shows to be ripe for the taking as NVX wraps the bend of his arm around the front of the Pervert’s throat, before sealing in the Rear Naked Choke! NVX winds back to the mat, forcing the battle for oxygen to take place against the canvas. The Imperial champion searches for an answer, first trying to peel off the arms of NVX like a banana. Stalker then reaches for the nearest ropes out of desperation, but the cables are too far gone. With the choke taking effect, Stalker begins to fade; forcing the official to take note. The referee lifts Stalker’s arm once and it flops down like a fish. While the entire arena is distracted by the submission attempt, Serial climbs to his feet on the opposite side of the apron, shaking off the cobwebs before entering his next endeavor. The second lifting of Stalker’s arm proves to have the same result, leaving one more chance for Kasabian to prove his consciousness before giving into a technical submission defeat. As the arm of the Pervert is lifted for a possibly last time, the result is never known as Serial breaks the submission attempt with a Springboard Phoenix Splash! The aerial attack crushes both of the luchadore’s opponents, forcing the referee to back away from the carnage. Serial rolls onto the canvas, the aerial assault taking a lot out of him as well.

Pate: If Serial is hurt from that move, I can't imagine what NVX and Kasabian are feeling right now.

White: I bet they're feel---

Pate: It was a rhetorical statement!

OOC: Sorry for the delay.

[Deleted]

The scene is one of carnage and exhaustion. From one end of the ring to the other, bodies are strewn about in seemingly random order. Serial is the only man stirring, slowly pulling himself to his feet, using the ropes as a life line to assist him. In contrast to his usual, sprightly self, the luchador's movements are now cumbersome and slow, moving through molasses in search of a second wind of energy. Having been targeted by his opponents and the snot beaten out of him, Stalker lies face down, his baby oil laden body heaving slowly as he sucks air into his lungs. The third combatant, NVX, had managed to roll over onto his side and lies underneath the ring ropes across the other side of the ring to Serial. It takes an age for NVX to claw his way back to his feet. By the time he had forced himself to a vertical base, Serial had already lined the Asian Sensation up in his sights. As soon as he manages to find his footing, NVX is leveled squarely with a running Dropkick, launching the Television Champion up off his feet, up over the ropes and crashing down to the lightly padded concrete outside the ring.

Feeling the momentum soar in his favor, Serial adjusts his mask on his face and surveys the damage. NVX has been taken out of the action. The ring is clear, save for the Imperial Champion, Kasabian Stalker, who lies completely still, his body battered and bruised from a hard fought match. With a twinkle in his eye, Serial tip toes over to where his remaining opponent lies. Stalker is rolled onto his back for yet another time. Again, the match official slides into position to capture the pin fall as best he can.

His hand slaps the canvas... Once... Twice...

With each passing moment, the scene seems to slow down, until the entire arena is caught holding a collective breath, begging the Pervert to remain still. The referee brings his hand down to the canvas for a third time, ready to declare the loved luchador, Serial as the victor. However, once again, the shoulder rises just in the nick of time. Somehow, some way, Kasabian Stalker still had the power and the energy to kick out.

"How in the hell is he still going?"

"If I had a nickle for every time I've heard that..."

"Then you would not be any richer, you excitable little freak. We were about to see a new Champion crowned Ray, and all you can think about is your libido? Watch the match, Stalker is still far from back in this thing."[/i]

Serial slams the mat in frustration and bewilderment, but he does not complain. Instead, the high-paced challenger does his best to lift Stalker to his feet. Supporting the Pervert's entire body weight on his shoulders, he struggles to stand up straight. With Kasabian planted firmly on his shoulders, Serial heads over to the turnbuckle. Like a sack of unwanted coal, the luchador offloads his extra weight onto the top of the turnbuckle, listening as the crowd rise to cheer him on in whatever venture he is thinking of. Following Kasabian onto the top of the turnbuckle, Serial climbs, until both men are standing atop the top of the tower. Kasabian, although dazed looking, manages to hold his own footing. Serial is quick to wrap him up into a grapple. The luchador attempts to Hip Toss Kasabian back to the canvas, flicking him over his body from the top rope, but he is unable to lift the Pervert's body off the ground. He takes the time to adjust himself, before retrying the move. A second time, Stalker resits and Serial is left back at the proverbial drawing board.

He does not have to draw for too long, however, as the ever-dangerous Imperial Champion finds the space to fight back. He plants a single chop to the top of Serial's head, causing the luchador to become dizzy where he stands. Being careful not to let the lightweight fall, Stalker holds onto him, lifting him high up into the air, above his head with ease. Stalker spies a spot outside the ring, right where the third combatant in the match, NVX is busy trying to find a vertical base. With a sick smile on his face, Stalker hurls Serial into the air from a top rope Military Press. He watches as the luchador sails high into the air, outside the ring and crashes down on top of the kneeling NVX. Much to the dismay of the crowd, who up to this point had been predicting the imminent demise of every-body's favorite Pervert.

"Oh my giddy aunt! Stalker just threw Serial away like he was a piece of trash. And he collected NVX in the process."

"It is just a mangled mess of body parts down there right now. I can't tell where NVX starts and Serial ends. Stalker just doesn't care one bit about the well being of his opponents. Look at him bantering and posturing himself up there."

"Oh I am JP... But I'm not sickened by it like you are."[/i]

Stalker had taken the time to run both of his hands down his chest, rubbing the mixture of sweat and pre-match baby oil into his skin. He spends a long time fussing about his nipples, enough to bring vomit bags out across the arena. Being still up on top of the turnbuckle, his behavior is more visible than usual. He only stops when he about turns and targets the mangled pile of bodies that once was Serial and NVX once again. Slowly, Kasabian brings his hands around his body, placing them on his hips. As he does so,he begins a slow, sensuous pelvic thrust that continues to etch its horrific way into every man, woman and children's nightmares as they watch the Perverted Champion work himself up into a bizarre trance. His face is washed with a goofy, pleasure filled smile, and one would swear that they saw movement in his trunks... If they would admit that they were looking in that direction.

With the crowd sufficiently sickened, Stalker lines his opponents up and leaps into the air after them. He opens his body out wide as he falls, mockingly flapping his arms as he nears his target. With a final mid-air pelvic thrust, Kasabian hits his Splash home, finding the combined target of both NVX and Serial. His bizarre move proves effective, especially seeing as the men are only positioned on lightly padded concrete. NVX cops the worst of the move, with Kasabian landing across his torso. Serial however, cops a more emotionally scarring blow, with the mid-air pelvic thrust catching him right in the head, eye to pelvis. The luchador's head is driven into the ground thanks to a Perverted pelvic thrust. Eyes that once shone with the glimmer of life and fire now close in a mixture of embarrassment and dizzying agony. Before either man can figure out what had hit them, Stalker was up and ready to drive the final nail into the coffin.

"Oh, god lord almighty. That image is never going to leave me. It is enough to make me sick!"

"Me too... Love sick. He's dreamy isn't he. I wouldn't mind having that package in my face!"

"From that height Ray, I doubt that you would remain conscious enough to enjoy it."

"Whatever JP... The images of that move are enough to fill my dreams forever."

"Sadly, mine too. I think I'm going to need some counseling after this is said and done."

Finally feeling like he is in a position to take the match himself, the undefeated Imperial Champion hoists his nearest opponent to his feet. He rolls NVX into the ring, wasting little time in diving in after him. Moving faster than a rabbit mating, Stalker drags NVX away from the ring ropes to quash any thoughts of a rope-break escape to his pin fall. With that, Stalker drops down, covers NVX and hooks the leg, waiting for the referee to slide into position.

The match official hurries over, the long fought match making him sweat enough to warrant a shower, and he seems eager to get the business over and done with. Kasabian barks at him to start counting, in a tone reminiscent of an angry teacher. The ref obliges, raising his hand for the first count... again.

"1..."

TBC