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Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on Jul 10, 2011 23:09:46 GMT -4
"Just had to take a little bit of your pain.... The thousands in attendence all ralley up off their feet, the main event was about to commence and the man they were supporting this entire time for the last four weeks was about to make his way down to the ring. The arena is cast into darkness.... "Just had to take a little bit of your pain.... "Ladies and Gentlemen, for those of your watching at home, this is our main event. Jerry Nate has taken on the likes of Kahlan, Fabio Venturi, Nick Carson, Hyper Elf and has had to endure the ridiculous antics of the company for over a month now, but finally his time to shine has come. He made the challenge last week, and Bryan Hawk accepted, Stalker never made it out to the ring, but the company has decided that since Hawk wanted to go through with it, they'd let him compete in this gruesome sounding match.""Just had to take a little bit of your pain....
"I can't see a damn thing, is that hick coming down to the ring or not?!"
"I'd cover my ears if I was you, this party is about to be kicked into overdrive...."
"Just had to take a little bit of your pain.... "SHEEEEEE WAAAANT MMMMMEEEEEEEE! NO! ER-RA-AH-ER-RA-AH-ER-RA-AH-ER-RA-AH-ER-RA-AH-ER-RA-AH!" The titan tron inside the brand spankin' new EVPW arena goes into a frenzy of flashing lights and color as the fans react to the music breaking through their skulls. An eruption of crimson colored fog breaks through the grating of the entrance ramp, and seconds later The Shotgun Kid came riding through the mist with Nevaeh closely behind. They stand together, looking in awe as the people stand to greet his arrival in unison. Jerry Nate stood, decked out in his sun glasses, baseball cap, black Deez Nutz shirt, a pair of wrestling shorts and his shotgun shell vest in appeasement as they howled for their satisfaction. He gave the crowd a little wink and was off down the ramp with the Jersey Jezebell following cloesly behind.
Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want
You howl and wail like a banshee
Still your mind wont ever let you say
Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want
My little tired devotee
Your mind don't even let you feel
Lizze Mona:"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is YOUR maaaaain event, and it is for the EVPW Imperial Championship and is to be contested under HARDCORE BURIAL RULES! Introducing first, from Omaha NEEEE-BRASK-KA! He stands at six feet one inch, and twelve inches where it really matters...weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds, THIS-IS-JEEEEERRRRY---NATE!" The Satisfying One slides into the ring under the bottom rope, he stands and throws his fist into the air as Nevaeh comes into the ring and claps him on with a smile. Quivering now, shivering now, withering
Your mind won't let you say that you're
Wondering now, pondering now, hungering
Won't let you say that you're
Questioning, wavering, weakening
You mind won't let you say that you're
Hearkening, listening, heeding me now
Won't let you say that you want
Jerry grabs the microphone from Lizzie Mona, he struts about the ring as the fans sing praises on their new found hero, and he was enjoying the lime light. He parades up to the second rope and stands, ready to deliver his sermon down onto his opponents. "Ladies and gentlemen, vulvas and tesisticles...TONIGHT! Jerry Nate, Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying, is gonna ride into this mess we call EVPW, and the Shotgun Kid is going to clean up this town and ride on out into the sunset with the Imperial title, once and for all proving that Steven Daniels and Johnny Dreamer are no where near my level, Dreamer, Daniels, Hawk...I will walk out of here with gold tonight, mark my words, and be envious...No one makes a joke out of Jerry Nate, I'll be seeing you after the show guys...me and my double barrel boom stick never miss a target, and right now I'm locked and loaded...The Satisfying One is taking the belt home to Omaha, then, I'm going to strap it around Nevaeh's waist and do jello shots off of it...all the while you two will be here, crying because you got your asses kicked and The Company decides to boot your asses cause you're all nothing but a bunch of whimpy fucks! Stalker, bring your pervy ass down here, Hawk, fly on by if you must...or stay in the back and wollow in fear, tonight is Jerry Nate's night, and no one will be able to say I wasn't the better man..." "You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Jerry Nate is ready, and just sick enough to be totally confident."TBCB: Whosever next. Lets make this one epic, and leave no one in doubt as to who was the better man. |
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Post by Desperado on Jul 12, 2011 3:25:06 GMT -4
'Big Nut Bust' by Big Sean ft. Travis Barker hits the arena as Satan's favourite son makes his way out. Smoke is rising through the ventilators, shining blue due to the neon lights lining the entrance ramp. The titantron displays all the knockout victories from his glory days as an amateur boxer and wrestler.
Asshole then, bigger d-ck now
don't believe me, bitch look down
l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
l-l-look now, bitch look down
Airhead hoes on my kush cloud
thought I was cute then, bitch how I look now
how I look now, tell me how I look now
how I look now, bitch look down
"Next up, ... He stands at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200 lbs...
Lyzzie pauses a moment as her cheeks begin to flush red. Obviously someone had tampered with her announcement card.
"...with a package bigger, stronger and longer than Jerry, he is more than satisfying. He is ... The King of the Ring, the Master of Mayhem, The Predator of the Skies, ... BRYAN HAWK!"
Dressed in a glamorous, custom designed boxing gown, the former junior middleweight amateur boxing champion stands in charismatic pose at the top of the ramp. His hands are gloved with the tip for the fingers removed. Although not as comfortable as boxing gloves, they were the next best thing. He begins to bounce on the spot, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining his face.
Ok she why would he, why would he
dropping it properly
got her legs in an angle, that sh-t look like Isosceles
I got 80 carats on me cause I make all that broccoli
got her camera phone, pop, pop, pop, bottles
I know She Could Pop With me
ey ai, ey ai, we hot we hot
at the bar giving away more shots than G-I, G-I
your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I
you know, you know
B-I,B-I ...G
His eyes seek out the ring then turn left to right before he bends his knees and goes into a crouching position. Using his legs to propel his feet, he jumps into the air, punching the very atmosphere with an uppercut that sends the crowd into uproar as fireworks explode in spectacular fashion all around the entrance ramp, several times.
"With two wins back to back over EVPW legends, his career seems to be on track. I see why the management has brought him in. With a win tonight, he may be the quickest man to rise up the ranks in EVPW."
"Three matches to the title. Wow! You know this guy has got the connections."
"Its not just that but he's damn talented in the ring. Plays with the opponent's mind and body..."
[/b] "You said that on purpose didn't you. I can't contain my excitement as it is. If an accident was to occur, its on you."[/center] Once the fireworks have stopped, Bryan dashes forward, heading for the ring. Upon reaching it, he takes a leap onto the apron and using his right hand he grabs a-hold of the top rope and uses it to leap over it, landing on his feet in the ring. Standing on his feet, he smirks cheekily at his opponent, as if he was about to have the greatest fun ever. "Bitch you ready to get buried? Cuz this whole crowd is waiting to shoot their load out on you. I feel sorry for you dude ... this is gonna be like a mass-rape-gang-bang. Your hole is going to be SORE after the screwing you going to get tonight because you've just put me in a right good mood. Then again, I'm sure you're used to getting your defenses penetrated with all the home-schooling you got." Hawk breaks into laughter following his little speech. However he is quick to make a recovery. "You might have taken on a lot of dude's in the past but trust me when I say this. You ain't experienced anything like this." Bryan points his index finger to his boxer shorts; a huge cocky smile on his face.[/blockquote] TBCB Stalker |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2011 0:49:36 GMT -4
Kasabian Stalker's Contract”Come With Me…”[/i][/color][/size] While the pair in the ring go about their intimidation test, a cheesy synthesizer sounds out the familiar music of “Bones” by the Killers. The docile lights around the arena morph themselves into a spastic flurry of purple, white and green lighting, each flashing rapidly after the other. 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. Along with the continual images of scantily clad women being spied upon, a re-occuring theme weaves itself through Stalker’s entrance video. Aside from his usual antics, the screen fills itself with repetitive images of one woman, Wolverina. The screen shows her arrival to the ring, clad only in a suit of body paint. The body paint does its best to hide her nakedness, but her perky nipples give her secret away. The shots form in sequence, telling the story of Wolverina and Kasabians sordid "Best of 3 Falls" match. As the shots play on, the body paint wears off more and more, Wolverina winding up fending off the behemoth as nude as the day she was born. The last shot of the sequence sees Kasabian kneeling over his prize, his own trunks pressed to their limits from his own excitement. Wolverina lies motionless under him as he gropes and fondles to his heart's content. The images are enough to drill up memories that both Wolverina and the crowd would rather forget. Memories that saw the People's Princess violated, broken and shamed with the Pervert's perverted actions. Again, the booing and jeering grows louder. "With this, the trinity is complete. This is going to be one hell of a match! So much ego in one little place, I'm surprised all three heads can fit in the ring."
"JP, you know I'm gunning for my man, Kassy... He just gets me in a way that no other man ever could."
"I can understand that. He's a sick freak, you're a sick freak. It's a match made in heaven."
"then why does he keep giving me the cold shoulder... Am I being too subtle?"[/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, leaving the three men to eye each other up in peace. Kasabian walks with a stormy look on his face, eyeballing the men in the ring the whole trip down the ramp. His title belt dangles from his shoulder uncaringly, although to the men inside the ring, it is the target of their whole attention. While Stalker closes in on them, both Jerry Nate and Bryan Hawk turn from their staring contest with each other to look the champion up and down carefully. Wasting little time, Stalker steps right between the stoically waiting bodies of Nate and Hawk. He proceeds with a quick look to either side, and a wink to match. The Perverted One 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. Stalker does so, 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 Jerry or Hawk OOC: Good luck gentlemen
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Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on Jul 14, 2011 22:05:53 GMT -4
The thousands sitting inside the brand spankin' fresh EVPW Colosseum were on their feet as the three men occupying inside the ring encircle one another, ready to put on a clinic for the finale. The Pervert sort of deserts away coincidentally from the circle, knowing that Jerry and Bryan hungered for a portion of each other, and takes a rest along side the turnbuckle. The Shotgun Kid wasn't about to waste time that could be utilized for ass kicking, he springs forward at the Fist of Satan to test his stance with a little right jab that Hawks faultlessly sidestepped from. With the crowd boiling red hot, Jerry and Bryan both take the classic boxing stance in the epicenter of the battlefield along with fist held high they flow at one another. Fist blur in and out of vision as they each take turns showing off what their guns could do to the others body if it came down to it, Jerry weaves to and fro' as Hawk unbinds a volley of feasible kill shots aimed at Nate's head. The Satisfying One hoists back his clenched fist of heavy metal death with a grunt disbursing it through the atmospheric discharge surrounding us all, the iron fist of death brawls into Hawk's bare rib cage, dispatching shock waves throughout his body.
"That Rapscallion just hit my darling, Hawk. He should be disqualified."
"Why don't you just shut your man pleaser right now? Or do I have to caution you that this match is based in Hardcore Rules?"
"I still don't think Jerry Nate deserves to be here...."
"Yeah, you and Nick Carson both."
With the Hawk grounded for a few moments, Jerry Nate judges it's time to work over the Pervert, who was no where to be found. Unbeknwonst to Jerry and his manager, Kasabian had taken to his old tricks and was hiding under the ring who furthermore had his eyes set on the Jersey Jezebel. Mr. Satisfying glanced around the ring with frantic motions, afraid that a sneak attack might render him pant less in a moment. The Nebraskan Playboy pirouettes around with his hands in the air ,however, all of a sudden he feels a body press against his, Bryan Hawk was up in addition with a flash of speed his arms grip around Jerry's waist. The Satisfying One tries positioning an elbow into the Son of Satan's cheek bone, but before he could even bend his arm into place, Bryan had lifted the Shotgun Kid off his feet and sent him tumbling into the air. Jerry collapsed against the mat against the side of his head and shoulder with his hand against the ground, he rolls into it along the canvas and the resulting momentum sends him rolling back onto his feet much to the fans delight.
He rotates around with a palm pressed against his neck. In a fit of post teenage angst, Jerry hits the ropes behind him as Bryan began to climb to his vertical base. Satan's so called Son feels the mat being pummeled behind him by what seemed like a herd of buffalo. He knew a Shotgun blast might be wanting to blow a hole in his chest, so he does what he thinks is the smart thing and ducks without turning around. Jerry stops mid stampede, almost sliding against the canvas from all the built up propulsion, his hand forces Hawk's leg to bend as the other wraps around Bryan's flank, the Predator of the Skies is ascended into his natural habitat with a little assistance from Jerry Nate. Bryan Hawk waves his arms around trying to upset Jerry's balance as the Shotgun Kid retains him up there, Bryan is then viciously whirled midair and discovers himself starring up at the light fixtures and Jerry's legs kicking up at both sides before his back is notched across the canvas.
"I haven't seen a picture perfect Blue Thunder Bomb since the last time Jaggeroth was in the EVPW arena. You can really tell that this kid has learned from the most deranged man on the planet."
"I'm glad that psycho is dead. He was like one of those overbearing men you see in the club who just wanted to use you for a night then dump you in a trash bin when he was through."
"Dude! Fire pit Whiskey is one of our sponsors for tonight! I'm going to duct tape that talking corn hole of yours shut if you don't watch it!"
The Shotgun Kid swirls back wards and vacates the impact sector that Bryan wished he wasn't apart of. There was still no sign of the Stalker anywhere, but he was about to make his pervy presence known. Kasabian had been watching Nevaeh Rae from under the ring apron, and she was looking damn fine in her one piece dress that was being held up only by her spicy passion fruits. Nevaeh was looking on in front of the announcers podium as she cheered Jerry's fantastic counter move of a counter move with the rest of the crowd, that's when the Stalker struck. Kasabian Stalker had sprung up from underneath the ring while Jerry was busy picking Bryan Hawk up to his feet, the Pervert latched around Nevaeh's corset with gusto while trying to undo the strings of the Jersey Jezebel's dress. Jerry barely heard the screams of his longtime friend as she begged for his help, the Stalker wasn't doing this just for his filthy pleasure, but for mind games as well. The leather dress is ripped away and reveals to the world the prize that Jerry Nate was after all these years, Miss. Rae tries in vain to overpower the Stalker but the embarrassment of having her undies shown across the globe was too much as he latched his arm around her neck from behind.
The Satisfying One finally took notice at the Pervert's antics, and his face was turning all kinds of red. Stalker was showing off his prize catch to the world and was trying to take a souvenir off of Neveah's chest. Jerry Nate slams his shin into the back of Hawk's knees, causing Satan's Son to hit the mat against his hands and knees from the blow and with that Jerry was off. The Satisfying One ricochets off the opposing ropes with his eyes on the Pervert, he plants his foot against Bryan's back and uses the Hawk as a step stool and jumps, he loosely places a foot on the top rope before he took off into the atmosphere. Nevaeh was let loose from her personal hell as Jerry went airborne, he tucks his right arm against his left side to expose his shoulder blade before bulldozing right into the Stalker's chest, forcing the Pervert to fly back wards off his feet and imploding against the announcer's table.
"For once I was actually agreeing with the Stalker's antics."
"I only wish he'd of gotten down to his drawers as well..."
"Alright, I'm not beating around the bush anymore! Ray, are you gay?"
"I plead the fifth."
Nevaeh shimmies away from the carnage as Jerry stands clenching his bruised shoulder and taunts the crowd, bras go flying as the Satisfying One scuttles over to the downed Pervert with a limp he's going to regret later. Kasabian is bent over back wards against the announcer's table, holding onto his crushed vertebre in the hopes that they wouldn't compact anymore as Jerry came up with a fist meant only for vengeance. Stalker grabs something laying on the desk without knowing what it was, a clipboard is broken over the head of the Shotgun Kid that sends him back peddeling. Kasabian takes the time to plan out his attack, measuring the girth of his opponent's junk before dropping to a knee and jerking back his fist. Jerry is caught with a vertical clothesline to Dem' Nutz, Kasabian literally lifts the Satisfying One off the ground from the force of his arm shooting into Jerry's testicles. The Shotgun Kid melts over the safety mats along the ground, the pain shooting from his scrunched up kibbles vibrated throughout his body, leaving all the potential ring rats in the arena worrying if they'd be able to ride the Nate express later on tonight.
Stalker takes his prey by the back of the head and forces him up to his vertical base, Jerry could only oblige as the feeling to simultaneously shit and puke himself was beginning to take over. Jerry rolls into the ring and rests next to the downed Bird of Prey as Stalker lifts up the ring apron. Seconds later, a garbage can flys into the ring from Stalker's hands before he slides in with a look of lust over his Perverted face. Kasabian turns the can upside down and spills its contents all over the prone body of Bryan Hawk and pulls out a metal stop sign from the pile, he peers at it in his hands then looks over to Jerry, evil intent was filling his thought patterns. The stop sign is posted against the canvas right in the epicenter before Jerry is picked up. The Pervry One encloses the Satisfying One in his grip for all to bear witness to his downfall. Jerry's head is clutched between Stalker's side and biceps, locking his neck in place before the Stalker raised his arm in Jerry's signature pose. The fans react violently, threats from the non vagina-enept section of the audience spewed from the rafters, Stalker only mocked them and forced them to watch their hero's first chance at immortality die. Jerry's carcass is forced up as his neck cranks back in Stalker's grasp, less than a second later, the crown of his skull makes the stop sign implode under the full force of his falling girth. Camera men scramble over to get a look at Jerry, his eyes were rolling in the back of his head, and a small trickle of the crimson stuff was starting to course down his face.
"I hope that killed the rat bastard once and for all. EVPW will be a better place without him around, I can tell you that."
"This doesn't bode well for the young up and comer. Kasabian's reign was his destiny to end, but tonight might not be that night..."
"The Stalker has his number tonight! And even then you still have to take into account that the company will not let their smokin' hot glory boy lose."
"You now how I know you're gay?"
TBCB: Hawk or Stalker
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 18:49:14 GMT -4
As shots begin to roll in of Jerry Nate’s decimated carcass, the match appears to continue. The now scantily clad Nevaeh is first on the scene, pushing past camera crews in order to close in on Jerry. She falls to her knees, begging Nate to stand, but getting no response for her troubles. Glaring, she shoots an evil glance as the Pervert, who simply smiles lustily back at her. With a moment of time to reflect, Kasabian examines Jerry Nate’s prize, obviously undressing the rest of her in his mind. His thoughts are rudely interrupted however, with a stiff shot to the back of the head by an unseen third force in the match. The Pervert looks puzzled for a split second, then takes a single step forward. As he steps, Kasabian drops to the mat without so much as another word. Satan’s Favourite Son had managed to regain his composure and shake off the effects of his earlier beating. The length of steel piping that he had used to level Kasabian Stalker still shakes with the shockwaves of the strike. Hawk smiles as the Perverted One collapses to the canvas. When he discards the length of piping, it’s job well done, he does so in full control of the match.
Bryan Hawk does not give Kasabian Stalker time to come to terms with what had struck him. He is snuffled up by The Predator of the Skies once more, hoisted to his feet and left groggily standing in the center of the ring for a moment. He only moves from the spot when Hawk grabs him by the wrist and Irish Whips him toward the ring ropes. After a second, Hawk follows the oiled up Champion to the edge of the ring. He meets Stalker as the Champ is rebounding off the ropes. Hawk leaps to the skies, flings his feet out in front of him and hits Kasabian Stalker with a picture perfect Dropkick to the chin, enough to take the Champion of Controversy off his feet and over the top of the ring ropes. Kasabian tumbles to the ground outside the ring, slamming shoulder first into the frame of the ring itself on his way down. When he lands, he does so uncomfortably, enough to receive an “oooh” from the crowd as a result. Bryan Hawk find his feet once more, looking out over his handiwork. He nods to himself, a cocky smile forming on his face.
”Kasabian Stalker took his eyes off the prize for a moment, and paid the price. But, who can blame the bastard? Nevaeh Rae is kneeling before him, dressed only in her underwear. It’s enough to make any hot blooded man just a little distracted.”
”Er… Yeah, about that. I can say that it didn’t distract me, I saw the whole thing unfurling.”
”I’m sure you did Ray. But Stalker sure as hell didn’t. Did you see the look on his face just before he collapsed in a heap to the mat? He didn’t know what had hit him!”[/i]
Bryan Hawk takes the time to brush his hair back, out of his eyes. Feeling in control of the match, he sets about making sure that he continues his momentum. However, when he looks down at the spot where he had left Kasabian Stalker once more, all he sees is a black and white boot disappearing underneath the ring. An ambivalent look spreads across Hawk’s face, of both confusion and frustration simultaneously. He makes ready to leave the ring in search of Stalker, but something holds him back. He feels a force tugging at his ankle. When he looks down in search of the source, he sees Jerry Nate, shaken, but awake. He is proceeding to shoo Nevaeh away with one hand, and holds Bryan Hawk firmly by the ankle with the other. Hawk cocks his head sideways, before proceeding to stomp the hand of Nate away in anger. Forgetting Kasabian Stalker entirely, The Predator of the Skies turns all his attention to the battered Shotgun Kid. He plants a boot into the mid-section of Nate, the kick landing with a dull thud and a groan of pain from Nate’s mouth. However, the kick also seems to spur the Satisfying One into action. Before Hawk can ready his leg for a second kick, Nate was already rolling away from the danger zone and pushing himself to a vertical base. The pair meet together in the center of the ring, instantly locking horns. With Stalker disappearing and out of the picture entirely, the match seems to now be between the two rivals.
It does not take long for Hawk to gain the upper hand of the exchange, with Nate still feeling the effects of the stop sign to his skull. Hawk manages to barrel Nate up, forcing him into the corner for his troubles. Hawk does his best to send Jerry Nate back to dream land, using his boxing prowess to land two quick snap jabs past the Shotgun Kid’s defences. With Nate recovering from the jabs, Satan’s Favourite Son turns to the ‘dirty boxing’ playbook. Using his head, literally, Bryan Hawk sends Jerry Nate back to sleep, only this time resting up against the corner turnbuckle. The single Head-Butt is struck with enough venom to drop an elephant, and it serves to even open up a small gash on Hawk’s forehead. Bryan climbs the turnbuckle, raising the “Fists of Satan into the Air” and proceeds to pummel Jerry Nate into a bloodied pulp. It is all Nate can do to weather the blows, bringing his arms up to defend his head as much as possible. Each shot is delivered with a sting that drives Nate closer to unconsciousness. However, the defiant Corn Husker refuses to lie down, and soon grabs his elevated opponent underneath the arms. He hoists Hawk into the air with all the strength he can muster, before driving him into the weapon coated mat – spine first. He follows his opponent down, dragging Hawk with him in a Sit-out Spine Bomb. Utilising the weaponry discarded by Kasabian Stalker earlier, Jerry Nate had managed to drive Bryan Hawk spine first through the very trashcan emptied earlier by the Houdini-like Imperial Champion.
”Spine Bomb, straight through the trashcan! Bryan Hawk really looked in control of that exchange, but he may have pushed his luck a little too far!”
”These two boys can beat the snot out of each other all they like, but Kasabian Stalker is still nowhere to be seen… Where on earth is my Kassy gone?”
”Your Kassy has managed to escape the carnage, for now. I am sure I saw him high tail it under the ring. He can’t stay down there forever tough… Bastardly coward.”
”Cowardice, or just good tactics. The way I see it, Stalker knows that these two will tear each other apart if left to it. He’s just done himself a favour and saved himself some work.”[/i]
Once again, Bryan Hawk lies in the middle of the ring, garbage and potential weaponry strewn all about him. Jerry Nate surveys the scene, picking up a familiar piece of steel piping, before exiting the ring in search of the elusive third competitor. Knowing that there is only one place Kasabian can hide, now that the commentary desk is left in pieces, the Shotgun Kid uses the steel piping to poke around under the ring. He searches for the Pervert like a father would search for a teenage boy caught spying on his daughter. He lifts up the ring apron on each side of the ring in search for the elusive Champion. With each side of the ring that he rounds, Jerry Nate becomes increasingly frustrated. However, it is not long before he employs the services of his manager, Nevaeh, to join the search. The pair scan opposite sides of the ring. At almost exactly the same time, the lift up the ring apron an look underneath, Nate poking around with his steel pipe. As they search under the ring, a figure escapes from the side nearest the entrance ramp, one of the sides not being searched at the present time. Kasabian Stalker had flown the coup, but he had managed to take some souvenirs with him.
In each hand, Stalker holds a large, black leather doctor’s bag. He places the bags down one each side of the designated burial area. Taking a few paces to his right, he stands directly in the center of the zone, beckoning for Nate to turn around. Nevaeh is the first to notice him. She screams out for Jerry and directs his attention to Kasabian’s presence. At once, the Satisfying One is off, on his vendetta of revenge. Kasabian unzips one of the doctor’s bags as Nate approaches. Calmly and collectively, Kasabian pulls out a large leather ball. Written in large letters along the side of the ball are the words “10lb Medicine Ball”. With a twisted smile on his face, Kasabian lifts the ball with both hands. Jerry Nate approaches, not taking any notice of what Kasabian is holding. The frustration of having to search for the cowardly Champion is enough alone. He charges straight toward Stalker. The Shotgun Kid realises only too late exactly what Stalker is holding. Holding the medicine ball in one hand, like a water polo ball, he hurls it toward the rapidly approaching Jerry Nate. Jerry takes the full impact of the thrown 10lb ball to the head, his hands only coming up to block the shot at the very last minute. The attempted block would prove ineffective, and Nate still takes the force of the move, stopping him dead in his tracks and knocking him over backward like a Ray Lewis hit. Nate’s eyes once again roll into the back of his head, even before he hits the ground. To Nevaeh’s horror, Jerry is once again lain out by the Perverted One, this time, well inside the designated burial area.
”My god… Kasabian Stalker is back, and he just took Jerry Nate out with a medicine ball! There’s something you don’t see every day.”
”Things are going from bad to worse for Jerry Nate. Stalker has done a stellar job of leading him right into his trap. Jerry Nate is lying unconscious, inside the designated “burial area”. This could be all she wrote for Jerry Nate…”
”So what… He shouldn’t ever have been allowed in the match in the first place. This is simply karma kicking his ass.”
”No, this is Kasabian Stalker kicking his ass.”[/i]
Kasabian Stalker picks up the medicine ball before it can roll away from him. With a smile on his face, he proceeds to drop it from head height, right onto the chest of Jerry Nate. Not usually one to beckon to the crowd, Kasabian now finds himself needing to. He motions toward Jerry’s battered and broken body. He points out toward the crowd, anticipating the flow of garbage to follow. As if demonstrating what he wants the crowd to do, Kasabian walks over to a fan at ringside, half way through a super-sized cup of coke. He snatches the coke away from him, despite any protest that the overweight fan can muster. With the cup in hand, Stalker paces back over to Jerry’s body, medicine ball resting nicely atop his chest. The Perverted One proceeds to empty the contents of the drink across Jerry’s face, then throws the cup down over Nate’s head. With a smile, Kasabian steps back and waits for the crap to start flying.
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Post by Desperado on Jul 18, 2011 17:05:01 GMT -4
Taking to his feet, Bryan looks around in the ring. His hand automatically reaches out for his abdomen. The punch from Jerry having punctured his stomach earlier on was still having its toll on the boxer’s body. He took a deep breath and straightened up. All around him lay weapons of all different kinds and after a quick recap of his last memory, Bryan remembered the moment before the trash can hit his head. It wasn’t a pleasant one and now the Brooklyn Bad-Boy was angry. Peering over the top rope, Bryan witnessed the pervert standing over the burial spot; his face a smile of accomplishment. At his feet lay the playboy, being covered in a collage of house-hold waste and items. Bryan couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. The douche-bag had actually wanted to bring out such a ridiculous match and now he was in the ridiculous state where he was being buried in unwanted items.
It was at that very moment; Bryan decided something had to be done. Neveah was getting involved into this three-way match once again. If it doesn’t involve a gang-bang porno being shot, a girl in her underwear should be nowhere near three guys with their hormones raging. This was enough; Neveah’s pleas to the crowd not to bury her man were getting annoying. And Kasabian oogling her panties was just a distraction all together. Bryan wasn’t enjoying this match. It was a joke and he was going to do something about it. Evacuating the ring to leave it uninhabited, he walked straight up behind the pervert who had grabbed Neveah by the back of her panty and slung his elbow into the back of his head. Stalker fell forward and into the young girl, knocking her down in the process; his own oily body falls on top of his victim’s. Jerry’s escort is in distress, looking to Bryan in a plea for help. Bryan was in no mood for silly games, taking Kassy-Boy by the scruff of his neck and back on to his feet before slapping him full on across the cheek. A loud ‘SMACK’ in heard through the arena followed by an ‘OOOOOH’ from the crowd. The referee was almost distracted by what was happening in his surroundings but Jerry had someone managed to dig his way up and out of the burial grounds. His lower body was still covered in waste but he was able to witness what was to occur right before him.
Much to the pleasure of the male population of the crowd and Kasabian Stalker and to the shock of the Company members, Bryan helps Neveah to her feet before whipping her bra off with the quick of his hand. The heir to the Rae family’s face flushed a bright red as humiliation gripped her body. Her most private assets were being displayed to the whole arena filled with over a thousand fans as well as those watching on their television sets at home.
“Is this the prize you two ass-holes are fighting over? Seriously, get your priorities sorted out. She ain’t even got anything there.”
To make matter worse, before Neveah has a chance to cover her bare breasts, Bryan’s hand wrap themselves around one of them, groping them at will before releasing his grip, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He hands the bra back to the girl he had violated as if he had nothing wrong before patting her back twice.
“You’ve been nothing but a distraction since you walked out here. Nothing personal but I think it’s time you get back to the kitchen and cook up Jerry here a nice meal. He’ll be needing his energy once I’m done with the bastard.”
There is silence in the crowd for a short moment as they take in exactly what had taken place before them. And this silence is finally broken as the crowd begins to hoot and howl at the show that had taken place before them.
“Did he just do that?”
“Indeed he did. I don’t think the Company are going to be very happy about all of this.”
“Isn’t that like a huge violation or something?”
“I don’t know Jimbo. I mean there is a ban on nudity and all but it wasn’t Bryan who was nude now was it? Besides he was right about her being nothing special.”
“I think the crowd here disagree.” [/b][/color] [/center] Bryan turned to see the faces of his opponent’s. Kasabian Stalker’s face was flushing with joy. He was almost unable to hide his pleasure for a tent had begun to rise at in between his groins. In Jerry’s case, it was the opposite and obvious response. He was fuming hotter than a volcano’s breath. Magma boiled through his veins in place of blood as the Nebraskan behemoth broke out of the mountain of burial he had been under. His eyes were fixed upon the man who had violated his precious friend. Upon the reaction of his opponent, Hawk’s face began beaming a smile that spread from one ear to the other. Finally things were looking to get interesting. It was time to take this up one level and show this fool what fighting was all about. Hawk flexed his hands, clenching them in and out of fists; the smile never disappearing of his face. Jerry Nate charged forward. Fury flowing so strong through his blood, his veins were bursting at their seams. It was set out to be a man-to-man showdown until the pervert decided to intervene before the crowd even got a chance to get ready for it. Grabbing Jerry by the ankle, he stopped the Nebraskans train before it even set-off, allowing Hawk to grab the perfect opportunity to fly in for the kill. Using the frame of the ring as a resource, the Brooklyn born prodigy let the ground leave his feet before he pounced off the apron and high into the air. With the playboy unable to move, he was a sitting duck for the flying body of Bryan that hovered over him but much to both Kasabian Stalkers and Bryan’s surprise, Jerry caught the lighter superstar in mid-air. A kick into Kasabian’s face allowed Nate to break free of his grasp. With anger still burning under his skin, the finalist of the Championship Carnival charged forward the struggling body of his attacker still in his hands. He didn’t even have to think twice about what he was going to do next. The spine of satan’s son was split into an arc of agony as it met the steel of the ring post. With his face distorted and his body twitching, Hawk felt the wrath of the Omaha Omega as he was dropped back first into the knee of Nate. The assault on Hawk was cut short with a knee to the back of the Bat-Shit-Crazy brawler in a rescue attempt by Stalker as a repayment in favour for the sight he was shown by Hawk. Although it allowed Bryan to escape, the damage had already been done and the former amateur boxing champion was dragging his body on the ground, struggling to even breathe. Kas followed up with a suplex on his rival. The oiled body of the EVPW emperor dragged Jerry to his feet, throwing him back into the ring below the bottom rope before following through. “Kasabian knows that his biggest threat in this match is Jerry Nate. Dealing with Hawk doesn’t seem to be too much trouble as of yet. I think the inexperience is showing.”
“My poor Bryan is hurt. Come on ‘Bree’ ... Get back up and help ‘Kassy’ take that dog down.”[/center][/b][/color] Bryan returns to the ring, his back still aching from JN’s attack. He looks toward the champion and the challenger who are now brawling with one another, trying to get the upper hand. Despite Kasabian having started off with the advantage that he took into the ring, Jerry was starting to gain the upper hand once again. In a desperate attempt, Stalker threw the Corn-Husker into the turnbuckle and began stringing together several punches into the Shotgun Kid’s torso but the Nebraskan didn’t break. Instead, he threw his head forward and caught Stalker face with a head-butt. A kick to the mid-section was all it took and Jerry was back in control once again. Just as Jerry was on the verge of wrapping his arms around the head of the pervert for an implant DDT, Bryan decided it was payback time. Using a prone kip-up, the athletic youngster found ground beneath his feet again but that didn’t last long. Almost immediately after, Hawk sprang onto the ropes adjacent to Jerry, using the wiring to propel his body forward in a spring-board effect as he reached his fist out in an attempt to connect with the Nebraskan’s chest. The twist in the projection of the punch allowed the boxer to throw a more brutal punch that caught Jerry despite his efforts to get out of its way. The Corkscrew-Blow connected sending Jerry crashing to the mat. Kasabian broke free of Jerry’s clutches, rolling out the way in order to gather himself to a stance once again. He looked in the direction of Bryan who finally had a smile on his face once again, staring at Stalker as if beckoning him to take part in a contest between the two.
“A wonderfully crafted move by Hawk. Now finally we can see what Hawk can do. This is a great chance for him to show what he can against the champion with Jerry now grounded.”
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Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on Jul 19, 2011 23:53:04 GMT -4
The Stalker casually walks up to the Fist of Satan without any fear in his eyes, he was just sick enough to be totally confident in his ability to hold onto his Imperial title that he gives into the demands Hawk's eyes were giving him and locks up with the Brooklyn native. Kasabian quickly shoots down wards in the elbow and tie lockup, forcing Hawk to bend to his every whim, that is until Hawk's six pack decided to join in on the fun. Bryan's abdominal muscles flexed wildly as the Pervert huffed and puffed his chest to regain control of the Predator as Bryan shuffled around tugging the Stalker back wards. The Pervert buckles his knees low and drags his weight towards the floor one more time as Bryan lifts up to tug again, the Stalker loosens up an arm while flexing some of his own muscle, it comes spiraling up, knocking into Bryan's lower jaw while sending vibrations throughout his entire body.
Hawk wobbles around the ring in a daze after Stalker's European uppercut sent him on a journey to tweety bird land while Kasabian flexed his muscles in a mocking fashion befitting a fool much like himself. Stalker's own greased up abs scrunch together after his feet leave the canvas, slapping the Brooklyn Brawler's successor with the bottom of his boots in the side of Hawk's pretty boy face. The predator goes into a nose dive and pummels the weary canvas with his body while Stalker rises, he sees that both men were still down and that was just grand. He mocks Bryan Hawk with some verbal "I told you so"'-s and turns to Jerry Nate, he turns back to the crowd and raises his arms up with his palms pointed towards the ceiling and his finger spread out, effectively stealing Jerry Nate's coat rack pose that's usually followed by a shit storm of bras, only to figure out that his presence is a mighty whitey boob deflector.
"Something tells me this isn't going to work for Stalker. How can he expect the fans to go along with this?"
"O! WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT!"
"What do you...O MY LORD IN HEAVEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Ladies and gentlemen, there are some things a man should never know about his coworkers, and this is one of those things..."
A pair of pink boxer shorts goes flying in the air towards the Perverted Champion but misses the ring and lands flat against the security mats. Stalker was enraged that he, the champion, could not get a single piece of lingerie, he holds up his hands once again with burning passion for the ladie's undergarments to start flying, and oddly enough they do. Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying had propped himself up behind the Stalker and was doing his coat rack pose the right way behind Kasabian as his eyes light up as if he was gazing upon fresh snow falling at Christmas time. The Shotgun Kid lets this charade go on while he lifts up a kendo stick, a staple weapon in any hardcore match, and furiously makes a jacking off motion with it before the Pervert turns around to bask and the glory of some easy pantie raiding. Kasabian's bowels almost let loose with a violent torrent of the fudgey stuff when his eyes send the message to his brain that Jerry Nate was up and about, the kendo stick is sent down in a chopping motion against Stalker's bald head, effectively bruising his noggin and ego at the same time. Wobbling back, Stalker is met at the ring ropes by the Jerry Nate express who drapes the kendo stick across his chest, letting the excess length clothesline the champion over the ring ropes. Both men spill against the side as easily as tumble weeds in a windstorm then crack against the safety mats with a dull thud. Eccentric to the core, Jerry Nate stands and belts out an early victory roar to the fans who join him, it's a celebration, bitches!
"The Nate-a-maniacs are running wild in the arena tonight! The Shotgun has momentum and the crowd on his side, tonight he may be riding out of the EVPW arena as a champion!"
"Champion of suck more like it."
"Well, you probably know suck when you see it. But I'm going to call out your so called expertise and disagree with you. EVPW needs this kid as their leader, not someone like stalker."
The Shotgun Enthusiast is brought back to life with the style of chants typically meant for a talk show host, he felt like the world was his to choke out with Dose' Nutz, and choke it he was. Stalker was already crawling away with his tail between his legs from Jerry Nate's frat house brand of chaos. He makes it underneath the ring and Jerry goes diving in after the champion with a spring in his oversexed step. Bryan Hawk was beginning to raise his carcass off the mat, proving everyones suspicions that he was dead to be false. Stalker had sprung up from underneath the ring, his eyes darted around the area for a weapon almost as fast as Jerry's searched for signs of potential women to get naked on his bear rug, Stalker's hand reaches out for the only thing available. Jerry breaks away from the apron while stumbling up to his feet, as he does the Pervert lays his dastardly plans into action. The pink boxer shorts Ray White through at Stalker during his mock posing slips over Jerry's head, Kasabian struggles with Jerry and forces his head to pop out one of the leg holes. With his victim in his no tail getting clutches, Stalker begins tugging and twisting the fabric around Jerry Nate's neck and effectively cutting off his oxygen supply. The Shotgun Kid stumbles around the outside area in a stupor, his face turns purple as the disgusting pair of boxers, with the word "Proud" in all the colors of the rainbow, suffocates his hick ass. Kasabian Stalker begins pushing Jerry foreword with one hand wrapped around the boxers and the other pointed towards the burial area for his second attempt tonight at crushing Jerry under a pile of shit. Bryan Hawk could of let this entire scene go down, but where was the pride in letting someone else do half the work for you? The Predator of the Skies takes to the turnbuckle and mounts on top for his sky high assault as Jerry and Stalker pass underneath him. Kasabian points at the Son of Satan and wags his finger at the naughty boy for even thinking of interfering his his handy work, this falls on deaf ears as Bryan gives the ropes a little wobble beneath his feet and off he goes, his body somersaults in mid air, slapping Stalker across the face with the back of his thigh. Jerry Nate falls to the ground on his knees, his hands immediately begin to unwrap Stalker's brown stained cloth of vengeance from his neck.
"No! Kassy and I almost had Jerry Nate down fora dirt nap!"
"How can you be proud for helping out that oiled up Pervert!?"
"I don't see how you support an inbreed like Jerry Nate! All he does is try to pick up everybody's daughters and impregnate them!"
"I highly doubt a player of the game would forget to slip a little Plan B into his last minute lover's coffee in the morning..."
Bryan lays across the ground on his destroyed rumpus from the blast to his ass, Stalker is huddled against the security railing and getting felt up by the few rabid fans that actually like him. Satan's Favorite musters all the strength he has left in his wavering legs and uses it to stand, he hops on one foot to continue his assault, this time towards the Satisfying One as Jerry raises up to stand on his knees a sudden clubbing blow to the back of his neck about sends him face first into the safety mat again before he catches himself. The Shotgun Kid slowly raises up with a little assistance from the one legged wonder hopping along his side, Bryan seems to think that all the steam had been used up inside the Nate express, but he was dead wrong. Bryan skips along the side of the raised Nate, The predator takes to the skys again, lifting up his seemingly limp leg up with him but the stress it endured was too much for it to be ready for a sneaky attack, it tries bludgeoning Jerry in the temple only to be blocked. Bryan's failure leaves him in a dangerous situation as forces him onto the ground with his leg in the air, The Shotgun Kid blasts Hawk's leg with a round kick of his own striking at the downed Predator's knee and crippling him for a few moments. It was all the time Jerry needed, he clubs Kasabian along the biracial nerve at the side of his neck on his way over to the announcer's table, just to incapacitate him long enough to dish out his own brand of dastardly doings.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you stupid hick!"
Jerry Nate had begun disposing of everything on top of the table and throwing it to the side, he even took Ray White's prized coffee mug and chucked it into the crowd, Ray tried to stop the rampaging Nebraskan only to get his teeth loosened up for his troubles. With Ray down and out for the count, Jerry returns to Bryan and viciously latches onto his golden locks and yanks the Predator along the ground towards the table, Kasabian could only look on as his nervous system went haywire from the earlier mentioned blow. Hawk is lifted and spread out on the table and Jerry hops up and joins him. Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying grabs Bryan by his pants seem and hauls his useless carcass up to meet him dead in his sleep deprived eyes, the black rings around Jerry's opticals show nothing but utter rage for Hawk and his antics. The crowd jeers for Jerry as a corkscrew punch erupts all over Bryan's guts and doubles the Son of Satan over leaving him open for Jerry to wrap his arm around his neck. The Shotgun Kid raises a fist in the still air as his vocals erupt and echo throughout the arena, Jerry latches onto the seem of Bryan's pants again and buries his feet into the ground, underneath his shirt was nothing but pulsating ab muscles, Bryan is hauled into the sky and hangs there at Jerry's whim, his carcass is twisted in mid air and his neck is placed along the broad side of Jerry's shoulder as the descent begins. Time slows down for Bryan as they fall, his mind can't grasp the sudden momentum shifter as his body breaks against the table and his throat cracks on Jerry's shoulder bone.
"O MY GOD! TWELVE GUAGE! TWELVE GUAGE THROUGH THE TABLE! RAY! DID YOU SEE THIS!...O, no, you didn't. You got knocked the fuck out..."
"FUCK IT! Bury his ass right here!"
Jerry was on one knee and yelling up at the ref while pointing towards the destroyed corpse. He sits there and raises his hands in the air with his signature coat rack pose. The fans sitting in the first ten rows begin chucking their chairs and making it rain metal death all over the wreck site, Jimmy Pate had to duck against the security railing to avoid the oncoming hail storm as the ref raised up to his hand in confusion to start the count. Jerry just sat there on his knee, stuck in the pose his head slowly lowers and gives Hawk a smile, the last thing he would see before he was covered in the pile.
"1!-2!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2011 0:06:19 GMT -4
The dust begins to settle, with the referee beginning his standing ten count. As he counts, the garbage begins soaring in, covering the broken body of Bryan Hawk. The EMT crew are on site too, scurrying over Raw White’s incapacitated body like ants to crumbs of bread. While the chaos ensues, the referee continues to count, Jerry Nate looking on intently and the crowd roaring in approval to the Shotgun Kid.
“3…”
“4…”
By the time the referee reaches a count of five, Bryan Hawk’s body has disappeared, covered over with a healthy coating of emptied cups, chip packets, discarded chairs and other assorted items that happened to be on hand at the time. Jerry Nate looks in control and mere seconds away from his victory, but there was one element of the match that he had neglected. Nate is soon reminded of the missing link when the link appeared behind him, dragging his head down backwards by the long rockstar locks of the Nebraskan and driving his head into the unforgiving floor outside the ring. Kasabian Stalker had resurfaced, and in the nick of time. All the while Stalker is managing to get his wits about him, the referee’s count continues.
“5…”
“6…”
“7…”’
”Well, it looks like it is just me for now, Ray White seems to be… Otherwise occupied. Never mind, I am used to doing all of the work myself anyway, isn’t that right Ray?”
”…”
”Ah, the sound of silence. Isn’t it beautiful folks?
Well, back to the match. Kasabian Stalker has reappeared on the scene, stamping his dominance over the Shotgun Kid once more, but he had better give Bryan Hawk a hand out of the pile, or this will be over whether he likes it or not.”[/i]
As if Jimmy Pate’s words had found their way into Kasabian’s mind, the Perverted One soon turns his attention to locating the body of the third combatant. The only clue that Kasabian has is the general direction of which the referee is directing his ten-count. Charging like a wounded bull, Stalker leaps into action, barrelling into the pile of rubble that had buried his foe. Stalker clears enough to free a hand, but it is enough for the Pervert to grab a hold. Straining from the effort, Kasabian pulls Hawk free from the wreckage, just as the match official reaches his count of eight. The still lifeless body of Hawk is lifted into the air by the Imperial Champion. Frustrated at the whole scene, the Perverted One pushes his battered opponent into a Military Press, before tossing him into the air. Hawk soars through the air, bouncing off the concrete ground and coming to rest just beside the designated burial grounds.
With the crowd booing and jeering in his ears, Stalker turns. He dusts his hands off, symbolically ridding himself of the pesky Bryan Hawk and turning his attention back to Nate. By this time, Nate had managed to stagger to his feet. Punch drunk from the surprise attack, Jerry stumbles toward the incoming Pervert. The pair clash heads, with Kasabian ultimately overpowering the Nebraskan, pushing him back toward the crowd barricade separating the burial ground from the entranceway. Stalker pushes him with such force that Jerry is launched up and over the barricade, crashing back down to earth on the other side. Stalker lets out a stifled laugh as he sees his handiwork pay off. Feeling the momentum soar through his veins, Stalker steps over the barricade, looking to follow up the beating even more. He is quick to yank Nate to his feet, taking the time to inhale the Shotgun Kid’s scent deep into his lungs before he slaps him full across the face. The slap is enough to wake Jerry Nate up. The Nebraskan’s eyes shoot open in surprise, but the surprise soon turns to anger. With the Perverted Champion still holding him in place, Jerry Nate swings out a heavy kick, catching the Champion in the family jewels. Instantly, Kasabian drops to the ground, muttering unheard comments about the pain in his balls, dropping Jerry in the process. Both men fall to the metal of the entrance ramp, exhausted, battered and in pain.
”Kasabian Stalker lets himself down once more. If he didn’t give in to his freakish desire to sniff the sweaty scent of all his opponents, then the Champion could have put this match away. He had Jerry Nate on the ropes, and all he got for his troubles was a kick in the balls…
Anything to add Ray?”
”…”
”I thought not. I think I like you better when you are knocked out Ray… You don’t piss me off as much.”
Both Stalker and Nate use each other to drag themselves back to a vertical base. When the pair lock horns again, the same scene looks set to follow, with Stalker overpowering his Nebraskan opponent. However, the Shotgun Kid seems to learn from his mistakes, and doesn’t let the exchange go down the same path. Instead, he breaks Stalker’s hold on him and pushes the Perverted One away with a palm strike to the chest. Stalker staggers back a few steps, enough to give the Satisfying One a much needed opening. Nate takes the opening, launching himself at the Champion with the venom and vigour of a desperate man. He swings an arm, catching the Imperial Champion with a Swinging Clothesline. The shot catches Stalker with almost the force of his fabled Shotgun Punch, sending Stalker spinning around and landing face down on the hard floor of the entrance ramp once more. Jerry Nate takes the time to pose, flexing his muscles and rubbing his sore arm. He is about to follow up his brutal Clothesline when a flash of metal catches his eye. Jerry reacts to the movement too late, before he knows it, the Shotgun Kid is lain flat out, a steel chair dented and broken over his head.
Bryan Hawk had spent the better part of the last few minutes trying to force himself back to his feet. His body is battered and broken, blood dripping out of a gash that had opened up across his head. His weathered body manages only to hold his weight up. Although the recovery process had been slow, his opponents had busied themselves in beating the holy hell out of each other instead, so Hawk takes the time he needs to get himself back into a state fit enough to continue. When he sees Jerry Nate break up Stalker’s Collar and Elbow Tie, Satan’s Favourite Son readies himself with a discarded steel chair, the very same that had once been covering his lifeless carcass. Weapon in hand, Hawk readies himself, moving closer to the battling pair of Jerry Nate and Kasabian Stalker. When Jerry hits his opponent with a clothesline, Hawk climbs to the top of the crowd barricade. The Nebraskan’s back is to him, so Hawk takes the time to go over his plans in his head once more. Happy with his choice, Bryan leaps into the air. He flies through the air with enough height that one would suspect he had springs hidden in his shoes, or a trampoline to jump off. As he flies, Bryan Hawk swings the chair around. He plants the Chair underneath his hindquaters. When he comes into contact with Nate, the chair makes first contact, followed by the full weight of Hawk himself. Not seeing it coming, Jerry Nate takes the full impact of the chair and Hawk’s body, flattening himself into the ground and elevating Bryan Hawk right back into contention for the match.
”Wha… Bryan Hawk?
Where the hell did he come from? Satan’s Favourite Son seems to have a new lease on life, he came out of nowhere to take control of the match once more. This is one see-saw of a fight… I think this is going to go right down to the line, right Ray?”
*Mimicking Ray White, in a well over-acted gay voice*
“Oh yes JP… You are always right.”[/i]
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