Kane vs Hyper Elf vs DeVile

[Christian Kane]

Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Triple Threat Match, scheduled for one fall..."

A red spotlight fixates itself on the entrance tunnel and whilst the arena lights dim to a similar shade. After a brief moment of anticipation, "Falling Apart" by Zebrahead blares on the P.A. system, as Christian Kane emerges from the entrance tunnel, his RayBan shades hiding his glare of contempt. Adjusting his vest, Kane stares out into the arena, proceeding to lift his fingers and forming them into guns. As they stick into the air, the Canadian commences to open fire on the helpless crowd, eliciting a chorus of boos from the spectators. His face is stone solid, a cold, calculated yet smug smirk plastered on his face.

Ray White: "Christian Kane is intent on climbing to the top of the ladder. While he's climb that, he might as well climb his way into my sack.”
Jimmy Pate: "He had an impressive debut, but instead of lashing out, he should continue to prove himself. Firemen don't get thrown into the inferno on the first day. He's not gonna hang with the big dogs until he continues to prove he's got as much bite as bark."
Ray White: "I hope he doesn't bite. Hickey's don't belong down there."
Jimmy Pate: "You should probably get that checked out Ray."

Kane wastes no more time or energy with his obnoxious display and continues down the ramp on his way towards the ring. The walk down the entrance ramp is more delayed than before, still with the usual pompous saunter, with Kane taking more time to carefully look through the audience, likely soaking in the moment of his fire Pay-Pey-View bout. Racing through his head, ideas of doing exactly what he said he would mere minutes prior to his emergence from the tunnel. He suddenly pauses momentarily at the entrance ramp allowing Lizzie Morna to continue.

“Standing at six feet four inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and hailing from the Toronto, Ontario, Canada; he is the "Canadian Sensation!”... CHRISTIAN KANE!"

At the call of his name, Kane instantly tosses his arms into the air, his index fingers pointing high, with his head stretched back to the sky, for a few moments before continuing his saunter down the ramp. The fans beside reach out to try and grab him and, slightly vindictively, ignores them entirely. Kane quickly rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, staring into the eyes of the stunning Lizzie Morna, blowing her a long drawn out kiss on his way to his feet.

"Despite his anger, he's still got the same charm. Lizzie one's lucky bitch!”
“If by charm you mean arrogance, then I agree. He better be careful, Hyper Elf is no push over. And we don't even know what to chaos to expect from Jaggeroth's seed, Constantine DeVile.“
“Hyper Elf might not even show. I saw an un-opened box of dozen donuts on a table backstage. That idiot can't pass up a sugar rush. ”
"You just happened to see a box of donuts backstage?"
"Alright maybe I put them there. You can't prove anything though!"

TBCB Whomever

[TPK/Acid]

As Lizzie blows Christian's advances off, a roar overcomes the Championship Carnival crowd. A music not heard in wrestling in some time, and never in EVPW bursts over the speakers.



Ray: It's about to get meaty! Carny Asada is coming!

JP: Well, he's Constantine's manager. Not sure what he's doing out here BEFORE his client though. But, he's headed this way. So, I'm sure we are going to find out.

Carny walks down the ring, a certain swagger in his step. He runs off at the mouth the entire way down the ramp, adjusting his trademark hat about halfway down. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Asada climbs up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. He says something to Lizzie, and snatches away her mic, resulting in a chorus of boos.

Carny: Yeah, great. You introduced this twerp, but now allow me to introduce the guy who is going to beat not only him...but that donut eating jack ass Hyper Elf to boot. Son of the dead, but not forgotten master of the mindfuck. Born in hands down, the NASTIEST truck stop in all of Denver. Making his EVPW Debut The Jaggenstein Monster, Constantine DeVile!

The kick ass sounds of Cemetery Gates by Pantera now fill the arena, getting a mixed reaction from the fans. The song drags on, and no Constantine. But, after an uncomfortable pause, the imposing figure of Jaggenstein stomps out onto the top of the entrance. The monster of a man walks down the ramp, all business as he keeps his eyes locked dead center and keeps a fairly slow pace headed for the ring.

JP: Wow, this guy is huge. Six feet, seven inches. I hope Hyper can overcome though, he has been doing well lately. Just last week, he managed to come in second in a three way cage. If he can show that same performance here, there is no telling.

Ray: My penis is scared...

Carny hands the mic back to Lizzie and rolls out of the ring, as his client trudges down the trenches. Carny begins a slow clap, getting no reaction from The Seed of Jaggy. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Jaggenstein steps up onto the ring apron, glares at Christian Kane, and steps over the top rope, and into the ring. Cemetery Gates slowly fades into the distance, and the second generation superstar paces back and forth.

TBC By Hyper
(Good Luck Fellas )
My Contract

[Hyperelf]

Hyper Elf enters the ring.

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OOC: Sorry guys, I've been really busy as of late. I'll edit in the entrance later

[Christian Kane]

The bell chimes thrice, signaling the start of the first bout in what is sure to be a historic evening. The three competitors standing in the center of the ring, eyes darting from one another, each man putting the finishing touches on his match strategy in his head, and looking for an opening. The mounting tension is suddenly cut with the proverbial knife as Christian Kane pounces on the fan friendly, beloved Hyper Elf, quickly drive his boot into the legend's solar plexus. The malicious strike is followed up with a series of forearm shots to the cranium, effectively dizzying the donutarian, and sending him in the corner. Constantine, having spectated enough, inserts himself in the fray, assisting the vindictive Canadian in hammering down upon the veteran. The two superstars begin laying into Hyper Elf with vicious kicks to his abdomen, commencing to stomp a mudhole into the donut loving Californian. With Hyper Elf right where they want him, the devilish duo reel him out of the corner, leaning him on the ropes before launching him across the ring. As Hyper rebounds, Kane and DeVile advance into the center of the squared hell, both men extending their arms, looking to behead the seasoned Elf with a unified Clothesline. In no hurry to have his head put on a platter, the crafty war-horse ducks underneath their arms, continuing his scamper across the ring until he ventures upon the ring cables. Without hesitation, Hyper Elf springs onto the middle rope, using the elasticity of ring ropes to propel himself backward. In mid air, Hyper Elf rotates his body around, whilst bringing his knees inward. As he turns to face his foes his feet protrude, being vigorously driven into the sternums of his opposition, taking them off their feet. All three combatants land on the canvas, the crowd erupting with cheers as the early advantage goes to the crafty veteran.

Jimmy Pate: "Springboard Dropkick from Hyper Elf. He must have drank from the fountain of youth Ray, he's moving like the Hyper Elf from way back when!"
Ray White: "No, what he's been drinking is booze, because only a drunk Hyper Elf would think he stands a chance in this match. Kane and DeVile are much younger, stronger, and faster!"
Jimmy Pate: "Hyper was kicking ass and taking names when those two were sucking pacifiers."
Ray White: "Yeah, well when Mr. Rodgers dies, someone has to take over the neighborhood!"

Christian Kane is the first to his feet, stumbling at that, falling into the ropes. With his foe still befuddled and groggy from his aerial maneuver, Hyper Elf wastes no time subtracting the odds in his favor, charging straight at Kane, blasting him with his arm, sending him over the top rope and too the outside. The Hyper One takes a moment to catch his breath and relish in his tentative triumph. His opportunity to relish in the moment is indeed brief as Constantine clubs him over top the head with a brutal forearm shot. Afterward, Jaggeroth's seed places his head in Hyper's armpit, before commencing to hoist him into the air. Exploiting the momentum, Hyper Elf frees himself from DeVile's clutches, flipping backward, landing on his feet, staggering into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, he lunges straight at his adversary. Using his strength and imposing stature, Constantine effortlessly bends Hyper Elf before reaching around his torso and subsequently lifting him into the air, proceeding to rotate his prey around so that their bellies face one another. Without a moment to waste, DeVile falls forward, slamming the helpless Elf into the canvas supinely with authority, and consequently dropping his six feet, seven inch, near three hundred pound frame across his fragile body.

With DeVile still llying over Hyper's inanimate carcass due to the flawlessly executed Tilt A Whirl Slam, the referee slides down to make the count.

"1!"

"2!"

Just before his hand comes down for the third and final count, Kane grabs Constantine by the leg, quickly dragging him off top of Hyper Elf, and pulling him out of the ring. As DeVile's feet hit the padded floor, Christian slides into the ring. The Canadian Sensation approaches the sprawled Hyper Elf before leaning over, intimating that he's about to go for the pinfall, and ultimately steal the victory. But when Constantine climbs onto the apron, Kane displays his true colors, feigning interest in going for the pinfall to lure DeVile into a vulnerable position. As Devile steps through the ropes, Kane steps back, before lifting his leg and mightily driving his foot forward, blasting his adversary in the temple, the withering strike causing DeVile to collapse like a demolished building, his body lifelessly hitting the canvas while the impact reverberates through his head.

"That was smart. He played Constantine for a fool right there. Yeah, he's definitely Jaggeroth's son alright!"
"And more importantly, he's in the driver's seat."

The swaggering Canadian approaches the stirring Hyper Elf, dragging the veteran to his feet. As he reaches a vertical base, Hyper Elf quickly drives a fist into the belly of the pompous Kane, stopping him in his tracks and leaving him wincing in agony. With an opportunity to build up up momentum, Hyper sidesteps before swinging his hand sideways, his palm violently swiping through the electric atmosphere and clashing into Kane's bear chest. The flesh wrenching further torments the Canadian, as Hyper Elf races to the ropes. As he rebounds, the legend dives horizontally into the body of Christian Kane, but only to be captured, as Kane remains standing, before swinging pastry crazed superstar to the side. Flourishing his technical ability and prowess, Hyper Elf manages to wrap his legs around Kane's free arm, quickly pulling him off his feet and planting him shoulder first into the canvas for the pin.

"1!"

"2!"

Just when it seemed he would fall into the salivating mouth of defeat, Kane escapes the pinfall maneuver. As he rolls to his knees, Hyper Elf springs back to his feet, looking to continue his attack. His efforts are futile however, as Christian takes the initiative, greeting Hyper with a stiff knee to his gut region, forcing the air to expel from his lungs and suppressing his momentum. With the energetic Elf completely at his mercy, Kane wraps his arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the Canadian Sensation, Constantine had finally recovered, regaining a vertical base in time take his arms and encircle them around Kane's waist, clasping his hands together to finally perform the waist lock hold. With the crowd climbing to its feet with adulation, DeVile violently bridges his back, whilst using his might to lift both his opponents into the air. Just before Kane is driven shoulder and neck first into the unforgiving mat, the undefeated Canadian releases Hyper Elf, sending the donut craving maniac overhead. Not long following the veteran's unceremonious landing, do the "This Is Awesome" chants manifest.

"Now that's what I call a threesome!"
"German Suplex from DeVile, Belly to Belly from Kane. These guys are pulling out all the stops tonight!"
"They were so close right there, each one of them probably caught something from the other, and it damn sure wasn't competitive fever either."
"Your a sick little man Ray you know that?!"

TBC

[TPK/Acid]

The Seed of Jaggy quickly releases The Arrogant Canadian upon impact, and rolls onto his hands and knees before pushing himself back to a stand. The six foot seven Jaggenstein Monster simply stands there, looking between his two fallen opponents. Outside of the ring, Carny barks suggestions to his client, which don't fall on deaf ears. Constantine lifts Hyper to his feet, much like his manager had told him to do just a few short moments ago. Quickly pulling The Energetic One's head between his legs, Constantine follows by pulling him off of the ground. Once overhead, Hyper's fight or flight response kicks in and he reverses the move, using DeVile's own size and momentum against him. Hyper simply falls back, and flips Jaggenstein overhead with a fluid Frankensteiner.

JP: Thought we were going to see a powerbomb there, but no. The Hyper One, showing a flash of brilliance, reverses it at the drop of a hat. He may be older than both of his opponents, but that could play to his advantage.

Ray: Yeah, he's closer to getting Senior Citizen discounts. Aside from that, I really don't think he's got any sort of "advantage" in this match.

Having quickly gotten to a stand, The Californian darts for the furthest pair of ropes, once his back touches, and the ropes tense, Hyper heads back across the ring. The Sugar Fueled Superstar gains ground fast, and just as he's nearing Kane slides to the ground aiming both feet at his slowly raising frame. Just as he's about to be drilled by Hyper, The Canadian Egomaniac drops back to his back, and rolls out of the way causing The Elf to miss his mark completely. A wide grin now seemingly etched onto his face, Christian Kane kneels next to Hyper Elf, and cockily pats his temple with his pointer finger. Hyper starts to sit up, but is immediately pushed back to the ground by Kane, who simply puts his open palm on Hyper's face, and shoves him. Kane now decides to stand, and as he gets to his feet, he notices The Second Generation of Crazy sitting up. Lining up for a shot, Kane bumrushes Constantine, but before he can execute his plan, he gets a hard skull to the gut. As the air leaves Kane's body, DeVile rises, and places both hands around The Canadian's throat. The Jaggenstein Monster lifts Kane into the air, takes a step forward, and falls forward driving Kane harshly into the ground below. A small dust rises up, and float through the air as Constantine sits back on his heels.

Ray: He's a big hideous beast, but he knows what he's doing apparently. No way in hell I'd let that freak in my bed, but if I ever need protection from my adoring fans...I know who to go to.

JP: You have adoring fans? No person in their right mind adores you, and as far as fans go...it'd take a strange individual to wanna be like you.

Ray: You'd be surprised JP, I'm huge in some circles.

Seeing The Donut Lover recovering from his missed dropkick, Constantine decides to roll out of the ring, and allow him to "do his thing." Unsure what to think of DeVile's sudden departure, Elf shrugs it off as nothing and turns his attention to his other opponent. Hyper sets his aim on Kane's right arm, he leaps up into the air, and lands with his left knee straight down on the elbow joint. Christian pulls his arm into his body and begins to roll away, but The Elf snatches his arm away, and starts to lock in an armbar. The Canadian Technician struggles, knowing the move quite well, and not wanting to be trapped in it, he fights for all he's worth. The struggle goes back and forth, but eventually Christian manages to escape from Hyper, and make his way to the nearby set of ropes. The Energetic One starts after The Cocky Canadian, but the ref positions himself in front of Hyper, and instructs him to back off and allow Christian Kane to make it to his feet. Once the ref moves, Christian and Hyper shoot for the collar and elbow tie up, but Christian's approach was more underhanded. Acting like he missed his mark, the thumb of his right hand drills Hyper Elf in the left eye. The California Born Ring Veteran rubs his eye, and the ref quickly rushes to check on him. This gets some laughter from Christian, but this laughter is short lived as the forgotten Constantine DeVile pulls Kane's legs out from under him. Kane's head careens into the mat, and bounces up. It's then that he is dragged from the ring, as soon as he's out of the ring Kane is lifted up off of the ground by Constantine. DeVile turns towards the metal ring barrier, and tosses Kane at it. The Canadian begins his decent, seeing the barrier coming closer, and closer Kane flails his arms and legs in a feeble attempt to move but is unable. His chest crashes down into the metallic surface, and The Canadian Sensation clutches his chest as his body hangs across the rail like clothes on a line.

JP: Christian Kane just got folded in half there, Constantine DeVile played the waiting game, and it really paid off. It's as if Kane forgot he was even there.

Ray: What do you expect? Christian was concerned about Hyper Elf. Didn't you see the look of grief on his sad, yet sexy face?

JP: Oh, sure. I could tell, he only poked Hyper in the eye with his thumb. He seemed totally grief stricken. What are you, insane? That was a blatant cheap shot, and Kane is lucky the ref didn't DQ him then and there.

Ray: Geez Jimmy, you don't have to be so rude. Accidents happen you know!

TBC

[Christian Kane]

With Hyper's vision still impaired, Constantine slides back into the ring, wasting no time in going to work on the handicapped veteran. Shoving the referee aside, DeVile quickly grapples Hyper around the head before vigorously driving his own forward, planting his head into the Californian's. The beating of the minds, the cranium to cranium collision sends the seasoned veteran staggering into the ropes, coupling his diminished vision with a vicious migraine, adding to his misery. As the legend tries to desperately shake the cobwebs, the Jaggenstein monster stands straight over top of him, displaying his viciousness by planting his knee into the back of his foe's neck, forcing his throat across the middle rope. The air immediately is stripped from the Elf's lungs, much to the delight of Carny who claps in approval. The referee is forced to step in, dragging DeVile off of the helpless Concord native, and giving him an earful. Much to his chagrin, Constantine pays the official no mind, the rebuking falls to deaf ears, as the debuting beast grips the battered legend by his long locks, gradually lifting him to a vertical base. The seed of Jaggeroth quickly Irish Whips Hyper Elf across the ring. As he rebounds, DeVile swings his arm; the Clothesline attempt fails, as the Elf flourishes signs of life, ducking the maneuver, whilst continuing his charge across the ring. After bouncing off the cables for the second time, Hyper Elf dives at his adversary, twisting his body while in midair, his legs being lunged at his foe's waist. Despite Hyper's effort, his attempt to take down his nemesis is both futile and thwarted, as Constantine capture his legs, flawlessly executing the Wheelbarrow hold. With his opponent trapped in his maniacal clutches, DeVile hoists him into the air. In a sudden change of events and fortune, the agile Hyper Elf reaches back at the peak of his ascension, managing to wrap his arm around the head of his foe, capturing him in a facelock. Upon freeing his legs, Hyper Elf swings his body back down to the canvas, his momentum dragging Constantine off his feet. As the Elf lands supinely, the face of Jaggenstein monster is buried into the canvas.

Jimmy Pate: "The old dog is still kicking folks. What a counter! That Bulldog may have given Hyper Elf the edge!"
Ray White: "This is not a Just For Men commercial Jimmy. There is no edge for Hyper Elf. There's only grey hairs and a dying motor!"
Jimmy Pate: "I'd like to think of Hyper Elf as a fine wine, only getting better with age!"
Ray White: "That might mean something if people drank wine. This is America! This is beer country!"

Soaking in the benefits of his dexterous counter, Hyper Elf rolls into the nearby corner, using the opportunity to regain his stamina, and recover from the beating his body has been taking in the bout thus far. As Constantine begins to stir, the Californian rises to his feet before kneeling down, perching himself in the ready. Removing his hair from in front of his eyes, Hyper stares into the soul of his groggy adversary. As Constantine stumbles to his feet, Hyper Elf bolts out of the corner, stampeding toward his foe, moving as if he'd been fired from a cannon. As he lowers his shoulder, and extends his arm, DeVile circumvents the attack, spinning out of harms way, and avoiding what could have been a certain demise. Having misfired on the Hyperline, Hyper Elf quickly rolls forward to stifle his own momentum. As he begins climbing to his feet, DeVile charges straight at him, a piercing, menacing battle cry being released from his gaping mouth as his leg is extended. The sole of his massive boot lands with a ferocious impact across the cranium of the Concord Elf, effectively knocking him off his feet, laying him out with the devastating force.

"He just planted the seed Jim! Now that's what they meant when they coined the term "foot in mouth"!"
"He kicked him like his foot was mad at his face!"
"That would make any father proud, even if your papa is Jaggeroth."

With Hyper Elf lying quiescent and sprawled, the confident Jaggenstein monster plods toward the nearest corner, clearly looking intent on taking to the skies. Stepping through the ring ropes, DeVile steps onto the apron, slowly beginning his ascent up the ring ropes. It is at the moment, Christian Kane begins to come to, having been seemingly unconscious due to the fall he suffered at the hands of Constantine. As he climbs to his feet, the arrogant Canadian slowly marches toward the ring, kneeing up on the apron, giving his undivided attention to the behemoth nearing the top of the turnbuckle. With self preservation fueling his actions, Kane begins his pursuit of DeVile, climbing onto the middle rope, balancing himself at first before attempting to knock the mammoth off his perch. Constantine has no intentions on being brought back down to earth, repeatedly blasting Christian in the face with fistfuls of malice. With Kane's bells momentarily rung, DeVile takes one violent swing, his fist connecting with Christian's jaw, the impact knocking him off the ropes and back inside the squared hell.

Christian's intrusion, and overall distraction had given Hyper Elf enough time to convalesce, as the willy veteran climbs back to his feet, advancing toward the corner, collapsing across the ropes, casing Constantine to lose his balance and ultimately crotch on the turnbuckle padding. Having propelled himself into the driver's seat, Hyper Elf begins climbing the turnbuckle. As Hyper Elf nears the top and begins to force his will on the vulnerable DeVile, Christian comes to, pulling himself to his feet using the ropes as leverage. Without a moment to waste, Kane climbs the corner beside Hyper Elf. Both men let bygones be bygones, tentatively brought together, unified by a common purpose; to eliminate the Seed of Jaggeroth. Both men take an arm of the Jaggenstein monstrosity and throw it over ther respective shoulders before wrapping their near arms around his head. Placing their palms on his hips, the two superstars commence to hoist DeVile into the air. With him suspended upside down, both competitors fall backward, plummeting from the corner, bringing Constantine for the ride. All three men pancake to the canvas with a resounding thud, the crowd erupting in a perfect pandemonium at what just transgressed before them.

"Holy Shit!"
"Double Superplex!"
"Double Superplex!"
"Holy Shit!'

Ray and Jimmy stare at each other in both shock and awe, as the crowd continues to show its approval. All three men lie motionless, their bodies and spirits being driven to their breaking points.

TBCB Whomever

[Hyperelf]

The referee moves to each competitor to see if they are still able to continue on. Hyper and Kane nod as they gradually get to their knees, both men extremely exhausted yet the motive to continue on strikes their heart with full intent. The two watch each other carefully as they finally reach their own two feet. Both men take step in toward one another, but it was Hyper Elf who strikes first, lifting his 13" boot into the gut of Christian Kane, forcing him to double over. The Elf grabs the Canadian's blond hair only to suddenly get hit by the his opponent's bicep right underneath the chin. The Concord native loses his balance, but it was only for a second as he came back with a left jab to the new young wrestler. Another uppercut to the veteran was his reply, the two sharing blows at one another as if this was their last stand. Both men refusing to take a bump to the unforgiving canvas. Yet Hyper Elf with a sudden burst of energy hits one open handed chop to the chest of Christian Kane, followed by a second, a third, and even a forth. The audience cheering like crazy for this new found momentum that Hyper Elf has attained. Now that Kane's chest resembles the Canadian flag with a red maple leaf in the center. The Hyper one grabs the arm and irish whips his opponent to the ropes. The donut warrior springs off the ropes himself as he heads straight toward the helpless Kane. Yet just before impact, DeVile, from out of nowhere arrives from the side with both arms extended and clotheslines both men across the side of their necks flipping them around in mid air before colliding with the relentless mat.

Jimmy Pate: Where did that come from? DeVile out of no where, taking his time at the sidelines takes out both men with a double clothesline!

Ray White: When it comes to DeVile, there is no strength greater than his, and I'm sure enough that Hyper Elf is going to be forced into retirement after this.

Jimmy Pate: You are really hating Hyper Elf tonight aren't you? It's because of that cage match, isn't it.

Ray White: I don't want to talk about it.


Constantine taunts the crowd with his recent victory. A chorus of loud boos echo around the arena was their reply, but Carny was giving him the attention he deserved, clapping heavily for his wrestler. Yet triumph was not fully granted yet, as Carny demonstrated to Jaggeroth's son that he should put the pin on Hyper Elf and end the match. He nodded in agreement as he pushes the veteran onto his back and places only his huge boot on the carcass of the Hyper one. The referee slides in place, throwing his hand down to the mat each time counting up toward the decisive three count.

1! 2!.. 3-

Hyper Elf with almost a sudden impulse throws his shoulder off the canvas to stop the count milliseconds before it was over. Constantine argues with the ref as he tells him it was only a 2 and a half count. DeVile begins to get aggravated as he lifts him up by his blond locks and then throws him against the ropes as he comes back the truck driver picks him up spinning around, but Hyper somehow managed to swing his legs up and around to the neck of the newcomer, and continues to use that momentum to pull him to the unforgiving canvas with only his legs still wrapped tightly around the throat.

Jimmy Pate: Holy crap, It looked like Constantine DeVile was attempting to finish Hyper Elf off there with 'It came from a truck stop in Denver'... God that's a long name! Yet Hyper pulled out of it before it connected and caught him in his deadly headscissors choke!

Ray White: That was a lucky coinkidink!

Jimmy Pate: Coinkidink, Ray?

Ray White: Yes! A Coinkidink, get off my back!

Jimmy Pate: Alright alright, at least you stopped making sexual jokes for the time being.

Hyper growls and yells as he squeezes the scissor lock as tight as he can make it. Cutting the oxygen from the rest of his body. DeVile's hands flailing about with only the thought of survival in mind at this point. His eyes begin to glaze over as he slowly and slowly begins to lose Consciousness. It was only a matter of time as Kane came to the rescue only to stop Hyper Elf possibly winning by submission. He drops several hard stomps to the Elf's skull, eventually forcing him to finally remove his grasp. The native Canadian lifting Hyper's body up by the long locks of blond hair; he pulls his arm back and slams hard across the legend's throat. The Burning Lariat causing it's damage to the Hyper one as he flattens out on the canvas with almost no signs of life except the almost unnoticeable light breathing. The pin attempt was made, but this time it was Constantine who came by and stopped the count on his savior by driving a double axe handle into the back. Only to go back soon after recovering from his recent loss of oxygen.

tbcb

OOC: Once again, sorry about that guys. I should be able to post more often now.