Kane vs Stalker }{ SFF: Outside The Box

[Christian Kane]

Minutes after his promo, "Falling Apart" by Zebrahead hits the P.A. system, eliciting a chorus of boos from the patrons packing the historic Solid Core Gymnasium. Lizzie Morna, stunning as usual, brings the microphone to her luscious lips as the man of the hour saunters up the tunnel.

Lizzie Morna: "The following contest is a Outside the Box match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the Canadian Sensation, Christian Kane!"

The curtains suddenly sway, the venomous Canadian emerging through them with a bitter scowl on his mug, still fuming from his loss last week. The glower was fueled by an intent to do what no others had accomplished, defeat the Imperial Champion, Kasabian Stalker and be the first man to put a number in his loss column. Both superstars would have sudden riding on the contest; Christian looking to bring the streak to the end and put himself into title contention, despite losing his number one contender's match, while the champion was looking to continue his undefeated streak, and eliminate one of his many targets. Tonight Christian was all business, no gun play, no provoking the fans into heckling, no he was very much focused. Beginning his march down to the squared hell, it was very clear to everyone that Kane was a man on a mission.

Jimmy Pate: "Christian Kane came up just short of beating Shawn Dreamer, one of two contender's for Kasabian Stalkers Imperial Title!"
Ray White: "That's in the past. Tonight he's got his man, and Kane is capable of beating my sexy champion. I don't know who to even root for Jimmy. I think I'm about to faint!"
Jimmy Pate: "Keep yourself together Ray. One things for sure, if Christian beats Stalker tonight which is very much possible, he may certainly send a statement to the company that he deserves a title shot. But if he loses..."
Ray White: "He's taking a backseat like Rosa Parks on the EVPW Title Hunt bus!"

Kane slides into the ring, his theme quickly coming to an end as he diverts his attention to the entryway, awaiting his opponent, waiting to tear into him and catapult himself a step closer to prominence and supremacy in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling.

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With Christian Kane going through his pre-match warm-up in nervous anticipation, the arena is a hubbub of muttering and speculation. Unsure about just what shape or form the controversial Champion will be seen in tonight after last week's introduction to Dr. Edith Symmes, the fans around the arena voice their queries. The resulting hum sounds much like a busy railway station or a hive of honey bees preparing for their morning pollenation round. The hum is only cut when interrupted by the PA System blaring into life. The sound is not Stalker's usual, not by a long shot. Clearly chosen by his not-so-keen-to-be-with manager, Dr. Symmes, the music begins to play in what she would hope to be a happy, melodious harmony.



With the bizarre, cheesy tones of Rick Astley blaring out of the arena's speakers, the arrival of Kasabian Stalker had taken a turn for the strange. The muttering around the WNG fan-base grew as they awaited the arrival of the Champion of Controversy. Finally, with no small amount of time-stalling, two figures appear against the WNG backdrop. The larger of the two wears a belt around his waist, a belt that Christian Kane looks on at hungrily from his position in the ring. The smaller of the pairing, clad in a pink cardigan and matching dress, complete with hair that looks like it has been recently permed, marches on ahead like a lady on a mission. She turns around and glares at Stalker, holding her finger out as if telling off a naughty child. Stalker shakes his head, the smile gone from his face. The Chicago native looks up at the Titan Tron, where his exploits once played, now replaced with a simple black screen that reads only "CENSORED" in large red lettering.

Begrudgingly, Kasabian Stalker marches on, following Dr. Edith Symmes toward the ring, and his eagerly waiting opponent.

"Introducing secondly...

Being accompanied to the ring by his handler, Dr. Edith Symmes... He is the current EVPW Imperial Champion, undefeated in almost twenty matches.

Kasabian Stalker!"[/i]

The memories of his exploits are still fresh in the minds of the crowd. However, the larger of the two negative reactions is reserved for Dr. Symmes herself. In the small time she had been present in EVPW, she had already managed to rub the crowd the wrong way. Her stern, business-like manner and her unfaltering adherence to the new rules had instantly turned her into a target of hatred for fans and superstars alike, a face to vent all the frustrations of the faceless group known only as the Company. Dr. Symmes walks briskly, with confidence and orders the Champion to enter the ring and speed the whole process up. With bitterness drawn across his face and his lips pursed with the desire to speak out, Kasabian does as he is told, rolling into the ring and handing his title to the referee.

"Dr. Edith Symmes has really worked a number on Stalker over this week. I mean really - Rick Astley for an entrance theme, this whole arena just got 'Rick Rolled'...

Surely, that is no work of Stalker. That one word on the screen, that speaks wonders as to what is going on here... "censorship".

"Look how sad my Kassy looks. Where he was once a happy, smiling Champion, he is now a shell of a man. She took away his video - his memories. She is the fun police and Kasabian Stalker's only crime was having too much fun."

"That and attempted rape of Wolverina, sodomy, peeping and indecent exposure... Apart from that, Kasabian is an upstanding citizen.

I don't like the guy, not one bit... But I think I speak for all the fans in this arena when I say that I don't like Dr. Edith Symmes more. Something about her just rubs me the wrong way."[/i]

Kasabian flashes a glance at his opponent, the type of looks that tells Kane that he is going to be an outlet for Stalker to vent all of his pent up frustration on. The undefeated man turns to face the young hopeful. Stalker balls his fist as the referee deals with the title belt. The staring battle that ensues is fierce. Christian Kane does not back down from the undefeated Pervert. Instead of forcing the issue, Stalker takes his balled fist and punches his opponent square in the face, a glimmer of satisfaction filling his stormy face for a moment. Christian Kane staggers backward from the punch, just as the bell sounds the start of the match.


*Ding, ding*

TBC

[Christian Kane]

The bell quickly tolls, matching the tempo of the match created by Christian Kane who hastily goes onto the attack, plunging his boot into his foe's solar plexus and forcing him to double over. He then proceeds to drive his forearm into Stalker's chin, lifting him up with a European Uppercut packed with utter malevolence. Kas is sent staggering backward, falling into the ring cables which preclude him from falling down. That doesn't stop the Canadian from continuing his onslaught, charging forward and extending his arm, clanking it across the chest of the Imperial Champion, the momentum sending the undefeated superstar over the ropes where he crashes and burns on the lightly padded floor beneath in quite the unceremonious fashion. Christian slides out of the ring, marching toward his reeling adversary, each stamping of his feet fueled with a desire to demolish the champion and bring his undefeated streak to a screeching halt. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, the Canadian Sensation inches closer to his foe uses the steel stairs as a means to lift himself to a vertical base. Sensing Kane behind him, Stalker unleashes a back elbow, blasting the loud mouthed Canadian in the mouth, sending him stumbling back due to the well placed shot. Having shifted the momentum in his favor, Kasabian steps forward, grasping his antagonist by the wrist before pulling him, executing an Irish Whip as he launches the loquacious Kane into the nearby barricade. The patrons ignite with fierce cheers as Christian's body bounces off the security wall with a resounding thud, the force and the collision itself sounding like a car crash had just transpired. The Pervert takes a moment to regather himself, and take a breather, burying the air deep in his lungs as he peers at his writhing target. Looking to continue his dominance, Stalker grapples Kane by the head, dragging him to a vertical base before forcing his head forward, slamming his cranium into the barricade, much to the delight of the fans. Kane stumbles in place like a drunk, his bells clearly rung, and the lights momentarily dimming as the effects of the maneuver reverberate throughout his head. Lowering his shoulder, Kasabian plows his shoulder blade into Christian's gut, forcing him backward, shoving him spine first into the ring apron, the recipient of the blow grimacing in pain from the attack. Stalker wipes the sweat cascading from his brow before leaning up, staring into the outskirts of the arena at the roaring fans. Stalker's tentative lack of focus allows Kane to climb back into the driver's seat, as he vindictively lunges forward with his fingers and rakes the eyes of the fans beloved competitor. The blinded Stalker turns away, his impaired vision giving Christian a window of opportunity to land a withering blow. Upon clubbing the Imperial Champion over the back of the head and coercing him to double over, the Canadian Sensation grips the rim of Stalker's tights and the back of his neck before tossing him forward, sending the champion head first into the steel stairs with a tremendous force.

Ray White: "He just went to work on the champion's head, and not in a good way either!"
Jimmy Pate: "Kasabian might be PG friendly after that!"

Stalker lies motionless, with Christian staring up at the ceiling lights, a sly, smug smirk manifesting along his Canadian mug, satisfied with the successful turn around from their exchange. Plodding heavily toward his inert adversary, Kane slowly drags Stalker to his feet, quickly lifting his knee and driving it into Kasabian's gut, leaning him over and expelling the air from his lungs. Kane then proceeds to tattoo his forehead with a blistering forearm shot that sends the undefeated Pervert staggering into the announce table. Kasabian drops to one knee, quite dazed and befuddle by the pinpoint shot from his opponent who moves closer toward him, looking to continue his relentless attack. Influenced by desperation, Kasabian quickly encircles his arms around the Canadian's legs, and clasps his hands together before regaining a vertical base, whilst hoisting Kane into the air. Upon stepping forward, the Second City Perv reclines backward, planting his foe face first across the announce table, prompting the appalled commentators to slide their chair backs in an effort to preserve their physical well-beings. Christian bounces off the table, and slowly begins to backpedal, and while the stars swirl around his head, Kasabian regains a vertical base. Stalker drapes his arm across Kane's chest, and strategically places his foot behind Christian's near leg, before commencing to sweep him off his feet, slamming him supinely into the padded floor. With the undefeated deviant already on top of the sprawled Ontario native, the referee rushes over and begins his count.

1...

2...

Kane's body convulses, a shoulder being rolled at the last possible moment to break up the pinfall, much to the chagrin of the crowd and the dismay of the Imperial Champion.

"That was a brilliant STO, but not enough for the pin!"
"Hey, didn't Christian look like a pancake on a griddle the way he was Flapjacked on our announce table just now."
"Food is the last thing on my mind right now Ray. These guys are tearing each other apart right before our eyes."
"Well I could go for a meal Jimmy. I'm thinking Canadian Bacon, with a Chicago Sausage. I'll let you figure out what I'm getting at."
"I'd much rather... not!"

The undefeated phenomenon crawls away, slamming his fist across the floor in frustration, seemingly discomposured after the inability to put down his nemesis. Stalker shoots a glare at the ref, eyes cocked in disbelief that questions the cadence of the referee's count. The officially sarcastically shrugs his shoulder, while brandishing two fingers, making sure Kasabian understands it was a fair, normal count and that he will not be intimidated by the Imperial Champion. Kas slowly climbs back to his feet, taking a moment to listen closely to the screaming audience, very lively and energetic, filling the the arena's ambiance with electricity, despite it being the first bout of the evening. The pervert sneers down at his foe who slowly begins to stir, with his head being lifted off his padded floor. The groggy Kane gingerly holds the back of his neck, eyes clenching in pain, looking as if a migraine had been plaguing him. Stalker is callously indifferent to Christian's agony, stepping toward him before grappling his foe by the head. After dragging him to his feet, Stalker knocks his foe out of his comfortably numb trance, quickly delivering a artful uppercut like punch to his midsection. With Kane leaned over, Kas executes a double underhook before stamping his feet onto the floor, signaling his aspiration to attempt his patent finisher. With the claws of oblivion protruding toward him, Christian evades them, spinning and freeing himself from captivity before placing his arm between Stalker's legs and lifting him off the canvas, holding him horizontally across his body. Turning away from the ring post, Christian suddenly falls backward, and tosses the Imperial Champion overhead, sending him spine first into the unforgiving steel post, eliciting groans from the crowd.

"And that is EVPW's version of "Broke Back Mountain!" "
"Fall Away Slam straight into the ring post. I know Kas just got a psychiatrist, but he may need to hire a doctor, or a masseuse. That was sick!"
"I can make a diagnosis, I'll go get my thermometer!"
"I'm not even gonna ask why you own one of those Ray."

Christian Kane slowly rolls to a prone position, fatigue beginning to set in, panting heavily after his brilliant maneuver, while his foe churns in pain, hand placed across his lower back and teeth bared as he tries to alleviate his physical trauma.

TBCB Stalker

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Both men have been effected by the early brutality of the Outside the Box match. Stalker yells out in agony as he drags himself to his feet, his hands clasped to the lower back as if rubbing it would make the pain go away. The slow rise to a vertical base of the recently collared Pervert gives Christian Kane the chance to recover somewhat. By the time both men are on their feet, Kane is ready to continue his attack, taking the fight right back to the Champion of Controversy. The Canadian Sensation sets the recovering Stalker up with an European Uppercut, allowing Kasabian to stagger backward for a few steps and opening up his usually staunch defenses for another strike.

Kane is quick to snap up the opportunity, and flicks the Perverted One up into the air. With a menacing scowl on his face, Kane drops down onto one knee, guiding Stalker shin first toward the other. With a bone chilling crack, Kasabian crash lands shin first on the point of Kane's knee. The Perverted One bounces off the knee, coming to rest just shy of the steel steps leading to the ring. Stalker's lips let out another blood curdling cry, as his shin bears the brunt of Kane's brutality. However, Christian Kane does not wait until Stalker decides to quieten down. Flashing a single glance over to the time-keeper's desk, where Stalker's Imperial Championship lies in waiting. Shaking his head with determination, Kane zones in on his downed opponent, looking to turn the heat up to a new level.

"This is where Christian Kane is so strong... He links his moves together as good as anybody in this business. If he can keep Stalker from getting any air, then he might just do this, just maybe."

"We have said that every week, and so far, every week we have been wrong."

"Well, we will be right one week. And it might just be tonight."[/i]

With Kasabian Stalker still attempting to scream all the remaining air out of his lungs, Christian Kane reaches him, grabbing the Champion by the ankles. Kane drills a knee into the small of Stalker's back, pulling back on his legs to lock in the Boston Crab. This only serves to send the Pervert's agonized cries into overdrive. The Champion's hand hovers above the padded floor, ready to strike at any moment. Kasabian's eyes burn with pain and agony. The Perverted One closes them momentarily. When he opens them again, the pain-filled look had turned on a dime into one of determination. The open palm hovering above the floor had balled itself into a fist. Stalker pushes himself up off the ground with both arms in a push-up. He then uses these arms to walk himself forward, throwing Kane off balance a little. It takes the Technical Canadian a few seconds to adjust to the change in balance. These few seconds are taken advantage of by the Perverted One. Stalker flicks his legs out, sweeping the feet out from underneath his opponent. Chrisitan Kane tumbles to the floor, his momentum spilling out as his body spills to the lightly padded floor.

Both men stagger to their feet quickly and both reach a vertical base at the same time. Once both are standing, they lock horns once more without a second thought. The pair lock up into a Collar and Elbow tie, but Stalker soon overpowers the Canadian, forcing him backward into the crowd barricade. Kane backs up against the cold metal, doubling over as Stalker drives a knee to his guts. With menace in his face and twisted thoughts in his mind, Stalker gets his own back on Christian, flinging him forward and watching as Kane slams knee first into the waiting steel steps. Christian Kane falls forward, his momentum carrying him up the steps. He only stops when his skull comes to meet the ring post. The sound of bone meeting steel pole echoes out around the arena once more, with Christian Kane slamming forehead first into the unforgiving metal. He stumbles backward drunkenly, straight into the waiting arms of the Perverted Champion.

"Kasabian Stalker is so dangerous. Like a wounded animal, the Perverted One retaliates. when he is moments from losing the match, he is the most dangerous of all!"

"There is something primal about that, it is just so sexy!"

"Whatever Ray... Kasabian Stalker may be able to change the match on a dime, but just so quickly, you can make the air around here feel so uncomfortable - It is a gift, really!"[/i]

The stumbling, bumbling Christian Kane takes a blind step toward his waiting opponent. Kasabian sees him coming and the smile on his face returns. With one eye glued on his so-called manager across the far side of the ring, Stalker wraps Christian Kane up into his arms, in an cradle-like embrace. The Perverted One takes a sneaky moment to re-live his twisted desires, by taking in a deep breath of the Canadian Sensations sweaty scent. Dr. Symmes calls out a shrill warning at the Champion, waving a finger at him. Almost as if he had taken the warning on board, Stalker stops his sniff and shoots another glare at his manager. He lifts the Canadian up into a Cradle Hold, before flinging him backward into a Cradle DDT, driving Christian Kane head first into the padded floor outside the ring. Kasabian Stalker lets out a cheeky laugh as he watches his opponent's skull bounce off the ground. He holds the cradle embrace as Kane's body comes to a rest, making sure that his opponent's shoulders are pinned to the ground. Barking orders at the zebra clad official, Kasabian Stalker calls for the referee to count the pin-fall.

"1..."

TBC

[Christian Kane]

After the ref's hand hits the concrete floor for a second consecutive time, Kane's rolls his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall. Stalker rises up to his knee, huffing in frustration. He gradually climbs to his feet, hand holding his chin and his eyes wander, possibly pondering about what it will take to vanquish the Canadian Sensation. Speaking of Kane, the dizzied Canuck begins slithering up the ramp, clearly looking to gain enough distance from his foe in order to recuperate from the headfirst freefall into the concrete. Kasabian has no intentions in allowing Christian's aspiration to come to fruition, marching up the ramp before grabbing a handful of hair. Upon jerking his adversary to his feet, Stalker attempts to drive his head into the nearby guardrail. Stalker's efforts are thwarted as the formerly undefeated Canadian lifts his leg and places his foot on the guardrail in time to suppress his momentum. After placing it back down on the ramp to regain his stability, he delivers a well placed back elbow into the Imperial Champion's midsection, forcing him to relinquish his grasp whilst sending him reeling. Turning around, Kane crouches slightly, far arm being extended and cocked back. After a brief moment to size up his enemy, Kane steps forward, mightily and vigorously swinging his arm through the electric ambiance, aiming it at the Perverted Champion’s skull. Circumventing the Lariat, Kas ducks his head, deftly maneuvering behind the now off balanced Canadian, while simultaneously encircling his arms around his waist and clasping his hands together. After popping his hips, he violently bridges his back, dragging Christian off his feet before slamming him head and neck first onto the steel ramp. The sound of their bodies clashing against the mesh echoes throughout the Solid Core Gymnasium, and sends the crowd into a frenzy, with the performer of the German Suplex lying motionless, while the recipient writhes in agony.

Ray White: "Now that's called putting your back into it!"
Jimmy Pate: "I don't know if I share the same enthusiasm. I don't care who you are, when flesh meets steel, steal wins!"
Ray White: "Steel is the undefeated champion. Perhaps he should be facing Stalker to determine our real Undisputed Champion!"
Jimmy Pate: "At the risk of you taking this as a compliment, your a moron."

The morally deprived Imperial Champion rolls to a prone position, gingerly holding his lower back, the physical injury sustained earlier in the bout seemingly re-aggravated moments ago. Slowly and cautiously, Kasabian climbs back to his feet, and one would think the Chicagoan would move with urgency, and look to get the contest over with in order to prevent further injury. Stalker does otherwise, leaning forward despite his strained back, and glistening his palm with the sweat of his battered opponent. Staring at his moistened palm with a bizarre fascination, Kasabian proceeds to wipe Kane's sweat across the side of his face. The Pervert's shameless, disturbing gesture comes to an abrupt, venturing no further as a sickening chill cascades down the champ's spine. Turning his head, Stalker locks eyes with his handler; Dr. Edith is strictly appalled, her face curled in a disapproving scowl, making Kasabian aware that his actions will have repercussions. Stalker shrugs his shoulders, demonstrating his indifference in regards to the doctor's opinion, before sticking the hand in his trunks, continuing his eccentric display. As Christian begins to stir, Kasbian begins skulking behind him, slowly withdrawing his hand from his olive green trunks before brandishing it in the air. The Perverted One has no intentions to simply shake hands with his foe, who begins to shake the cobwebs. As the oblivious Canadian turns around, the hand protrudes forward, Stalker's low center of gravity being thrown into the motion. Demonstrating his superb reflexes, Kane raises his hand into the air, capturing Stalker's arm before his filthy hand hand can penetrate his face. The two titans momentarily struggle with one another, with Christian looking to prevent Stalker's hand from being shoved down his throat, while the undefeated Imperial Champion attempts to perform some dental work. Out of desperation, Kane drives his boot into the Pervert's solar plexus, forcing him to backpedal, and drop his contaminated hand. Having shifted the momentum in his favor, Kane advances forward, looking to take Stalker off his proverbial pedestal. His tenure in the driver's seat proves ultimately tentative however, as Stalker suddenly embraces him with a waistlock, before swinging his body, throwing Kane across his falling carcass and sending him crashing down the ramp, where the Canadian's momentum leaves him rolling back toward the ring.

"The Pervert scores with that Belly to Belly Suplex, but one has to wonder how long Dr. Edith will put up with his shenanigans."
"Who cares. Christian just barely avoided having a handful of Stalker's schlong sweat shoved down his mouth. You know part of me wonder's what that would be like?"
"Part of you?"
"I'm not a freak Jimmy. I'm out here to call matches, not satisfy twisted fetishes. Jeez!"

A breath of fresh air is taken as Stalker climbs to his feet, able to get a breather following his artful suplex. Wiping some sweat from his brow, the controversial Imperial Champion begins plodding down the ramp, heading toward his nemesis. Christian Kane leans up on all fours, barely able to hold that position as his body trembles in pain. Grabbing onto the ring apron to pull himself to his feet, Kane appears to be on his last legs, prompting Kasabian to put all his chips in. Charging as if shot out of the a cannon, the man in need of censoring dashes straight for Kane. Amidst his sprint, he suddenly turns his back toward his foe, extending his buttocks, looking to use it to deliver the final blow. The deer in the headlights has no intentions of having his head plastered into Kas's rump, as Christian rolls to the side, forcing Stalker to impinge the ring apron, his lower back taking the brunt of the impact. The effects of the missed attack are detrimental to the Imperial Champion as he staggers forward before hunkering over in serious pain, giving the Canadian Sensation a much needed opening. Lighting up like a child on Christmas day at the prospect of being the first and only soul to place a blemish on Stalker's record, Kane rises to his feet, quickly placing the Pervert's head in between his legs in a standing headscissors. He then executes a double underhook before lifting the groggy Imperial Champion off his feet, hoisting him into the air whilst suspending him upside down. Strategically and with haste, he transitions his hands to his adversaries waist before falling to a seated position, simultaneously thrusting Kasabian onto the ring apron with sheer aggression. Staring on, Dr. Edith's eyes convey the story of a satisfied spectator, happy to see Stalker jerk spasmodically in pain, despite her supposed oath to professionalism.

"He just Powerbombed him onto the apron. I guess that's what the foolish champ gets for thinking with his ass."
"What do you want from him? If he uses his head, its too risky for the Network, if he uses his behind, he gets his back broken in half. You know now that I think about it, the latter doesn't sound that bad."
"That's an interesting arguement Ray, although it lacks anything to do with Stalker being a deranged freakazoid!"
"Don't belittle my rebuttal, which might I add, does not mean what I thought it did. Just thought I'd share that."

Appearing to have put the nail in the coffin, Kane drapes an arm across Stalker's chest, yelling at the referee to make the count.

1...

2...

TBC

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The referee’s hand slams into the floor twice without interruption. Kasabian’s battered body lies lifeless on the ground after being brutally Powerbombed into the ring apron. The referee raises his hand for the third and final time, and still there is no sign of life from the seemingly undefeatable Pervert. As the referee lowers his hand a third time, his eyes intently watch the shoulder of the Champion, whereras Christian Kane’s eyes fill with glee as the youngster sees himself being the first to scale the mountain that is Kasabian Stalker. The referee’s hand is mere inches away from hitting the ground for a third time when Stalker’s shoulder rolls, ever so slightly off the ground. It is not much, but enough for the referee to mentally break the count. However, the official’s body is slightly slower in catching up with his mind, and his hand grazes the floor nevertheless. An awkward moment follows, as Christian Kane stands, beaming smile on his face and belief that he has just toppled the untopplable Champion in his mind. By the time the match official had found his way to a similar vertical base to set the story straight, Kane was already in the center of the ring celebrating. With the match still continuing unbeknown to Kane, the referee simply holds up two of his fingers, waving them in the direction of Christian Kane and waits for the penny to drop.

It is not until Kane climbs the turnbuckle to voice his excitement with the fans that he notices the presence of the referee, or more importantly, the referee’s fingers. The confusion that follows sees Kane step off the turnbuckle, making a beeline straight for the official to plead his case. The puzzled crowd can only look on and wait for the decision to be portrayed to them. This does not take long, as Kane’s facial features fall to the ground, his face turning from an exhilarated grin into a hearty scowl. With some choice words aimed at the referee, Christian sets his sights back on the match and what is left of his opponent. Kasabian Stalker, while this has all unfolded, had remained exactly where Kane had discarded him earlier.

”Christian Kane came so close to winning this match just then that I am sure he had at least half of the arena convinced!”

”Half of the arena and all of me. My heart almost broke. Surely Kassy won’t loose, he can’t!”

”Well, he is about to, unless he can pull things together very quickly. Nobody is invincible Ray – Not even your precious Kasabian Stalker.”[/i]

By the time Christian Kane had found Stalker again, the Pervert was stirring. One Perverted eye opens, followed by another, till Stalker was seen to be fully awake. His concentration instantly turns to Kane, who is closing in on the undefeated Champion for what he hopes surely to be the final swoop. His frustration and bitterness seems to be getting the better of him, and Kane lashes out to his downed opponent with a boot to the back of the head. Stalker simply grunts in discomfort in reply and rolls over onto his stomach in an attempt to get away from the pesky boot of his opponent. Kane simply smiles at Stalker’s actions, the Pervert falling into his plan perfectly. Wasting no time in letting Stalker recover further, the Canadian Sensation grabs Stalker by the leg, wrapping it around his own in a modified Leg Lock. Stalker’s expressions changes at this from one of discomfort to one of worry, the Champion almost predicting what would come next. His predictions come true, as Kane tilts his body over, grabbing Stalker by the neck to lock in his patented Canadian Mapleleaf. He pulls Stalker’s torso upwards, applying pressure to the back, neck and legs of the Champion of Controversy. Stalker screams out in agony yet again as his opponent applies his finishing hold. Christian Kane, instead, simply grits his teeth and pulls back even harder, willing his opponent to simply give up.

The idea doesn’t seem to cross Stalker’s twisted mind. The Pervert, instead of considering yielding to his opponent’s move, looks for every which way to fight it. Kasabian first attempts to pry Kane’s fingers away from his body, but to no avail. With the shockwaves searing through his body, each second comes with a little more desperation. Stalker tries to free his legs, wriggling as much as Christian will allow, but the Canadian is not falling for the Pervert’s tricks. A third attempt sees Stalker simply swatting at the air, trying to catch a lucky strike on Kane’s head, but predictably, Stalker misses every shot. It is not until Stalker falls still, dejectedly that the answer falls into his mind. He moves his body forward, twisting his torso and legs together so that he turns the hold over on itself. Inverting the move, Kasabian takes the modified leg lock and turns the pressure back onto it’s owner. This time it is Kane’s turn to cry out in pain. Stalker pushes forward with all of his might and Kane falls to the ground, breaking the remainder of the hold in the process. With both men free, the pair scramble to their feet as fast as possible. Tired, weathered bodies look to give up on their owners, but egos and selfish pride keep the men powering on toward the prize.

”Stalker showed good fortitude to escape the Canadian Mapleleaf. This guy just won’t quit!”

”Testicular fortitude? That’s my favourite type.”

”We know Ray, we know. I really see this thing winding toward a finish. One more big move from either of these men could seal the deal. The bodies have taken a hammering, you only have to look at their faces to work out how tired these guys are…”

”What a way to kick off Wednesday Night Genesis!”[/i]

The two combatants lock horns with each other, another deadlock battle looking to break out. The pair struggle through another Collar and Elbow Tie, forcing themselves closer and closer to the incoming crowd barricade. Christian Kane flings himself around to the back of Stalker’s body, locking the Champion up into a Full Nelson hold. Stalker struggles to fight back against Kane’s wishes, but the Canadian Sensation wheels the Champion toward the back of the turnbuckle post. Stalker grits his teeth, side-stepping out of CK’s clutches and flinging the Canadian head first into the very steel pole that Kane was attempting to lead him into. Kane slams head first into the steel, his skull cracking against the cold metal, while the wily Champion gets off scot free, save for a small scratch from Kane’s fingernails grabbing at him on the way past. Kane simply stumbles backward, drunkenly, his hands rising to meet his injured forehead, while Stalker licks his lips, spotting the opening simply too good to pass up.

Kasabian charges at his opponent, looking to behead the Canadian Sensation with a Short Armed Clothesline. Kane comes to his senses with but a second to spare, ducking under the swinging arm. The pair lock eyes once both parties right themselves, slowly circling each other, almost respectfully. Kasabian breaks into a small smile, a twinkle in his eye while his determined opponent watches back. The Champion and his challenger charge forward at each other, each looking for the other to make a mistake. Kane rushes forward, looking to put the oiled up Champion away for good. Seeing him coming, Stalker ducks under the incoming strikes of the Canadian, before looking to follow up with a move of his own. He hooks Kane up in his clutches, lifting him up above his head. Stalker lets out a blood-curdling cry as he looks to drop the Canadian do the ground. He drops him toward the ground, spine first, sitting himself down as he falls. However, the always aware Kane whips Stalker’s head underneath his own arm, reversing the move into a DDT and drilling Stalker’s head into the lightly padded ground in return. As a result, Stalker is left lying on his back, left lifeless from Christian’s DDT Reversal, and Kane himself is left lifeless from Stalker’s High Angle Spinebuster. Both men lie side by side, an arm of each man falling across the chest of the other. The referee, looking at the scene before him, sees both pairs of shoulders pinned to the ground. With a puzzled look on his face, the match official slides in to count the pin, unsure of exactly whose pinfall he is counting.

”Both men are incapacitated, both men are down and out. The referee is in position… If this goes down, who will be the winner?”

”Both men can’t lose can they?”

”It was a beautiful Sky high Spinebuster from Stalker, but an equally as beautiful reversal from his opponent – I talked of one more big move, but not even I thought we would see one big move to take BOTH men out!”[/i]

The referee raises his hand, looking to end the match. Both men lie lifeless as speculation and murmurs echo around the arena. Not sure what the next three seconds will bring, all around the arena, a collective breath is held…



TBC CK