Kasabian Stalker vs. Grockadoc }{ SPECIAL REF:...

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Shawn Dreamer steps out in zebra stripes and walks up to the ring, all set to officiate the match between the former champion and his arch-rival - for now.

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

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Enters as well... Pushed for time too, so will try and edit this in time.

Note that Dr. Symmes is still at ringside for Stalker.

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

For the second time in as many months, The Holy Crusader Grockadoc and The Pervert find themselves squaring off against one another. This time however, Grockadoc is not a contender, and Stalker is not the Imperial Champion. The two superstars eye each other off from their respective corners, Grockadoc by his lonesome, and Stalker getting a pep talk from Dr. Edith Symmes. After finishing her spiel, Symmes descends from the steel stairs and the ref signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell. The metal on metal sound rings thrice, starting this contest, and neither man moves, each gazing at each other with hatred in their eyes. Neither man initiates the first move, each waiting for the other. During the stalemate, the crowd get restless, and start a BORING! BORING! chant, which prompts the referee to motion to the two superstars to get a move on. Finally, after many anxiety filled minutes, both spring forward like gazelles, arms outstretched.After several minutes of patience, flesh meets flesh with a sickening slap as the two EVPW stars finally collide in the centre of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd, who erupt into a chorus of bronx cheers. After several seconds of struggle, the 7 foot monster manages to account for the perverted former Imperial Champion, using his weight, all three hundred pounds of it to launch Stalker across the ring, towards the corner from which he came. The two hundred and then some pound frame of Kasabian crashes into the canvas, almost ten feet away from where the sadistic Warrior of Christ now stands smiling. Symmes, who is standing on the outside, looks on horrified at the rather brutal show of strength of the former co number one contender for her clients Imperial Championship when he was still champion. Able to shake off the awe that the in your face display of testosterone and masculinity had instilled in her, Dr. Symmes rushes to her client, who is cowering in the corner, a slight look of fear in his eyes. Symmes whispers in The Pervert's ear causing the reaction to his professional to be one of realisation. He nods his head vigorously, and uses the elastic ring ropes to his advantage and hauls himself to his feet, all the while keeping his eyes on the three hundred pound man mountain he must overcome. When he has regained his vertical base and his composure, he tears his eyes away form the cold, lifeless ones of his opponent and to the warm eyes of his therapist, who nods, and points to Grockadoc. Stalker takes a deep breath and returns his gaze to the Weapon of Christ, before charging. Grockadoc charges himself, and raises his boot, driving the sole of his custom made size 18 crocodile leather left boot into the face of Stalker with a sickening crack, sending the former face of EVPW crashing to the canvas, clutching his jaw, and eyes rolling back into his skull.

"Kasabian looks a little out of here! Maybe he is still replaying the result of Madhouse in his mind! I know he was rather attached to that impressive win streak, and most importantly, the EVPW Imperial Championship! Whatever the cause, he looks completely out of it at the present minute and could well lose this matchup against Grockadoc!"

"If you were more attached to a professional wrestling Championship than you were to your own family, how would you feel and react to having it snatched away from you, as well as a marvellous win streak that had been the talk of this company?"

"I'd feel completely distraught!"

"Precisely. So it is no wonder Kasabian isn't his usual focused self. How is he supposed to concentrate when he feels like a failure?"

Taking advantage of his huge kick, the huge muscular frame of the Christian flops down on top of the champion and hooks a leg, pressing down with all of his weight, attempting a pinfall. The referee, quick as lightning, drops to the mat and strikes it with his palm. ONE! He yells out. The crowd count along with the referee. TWO! The referee slaps the mat a second time and yells out the number, as do the fans, the noise rather loud. Before he can slap the mat a third time and end this contest, the former Imperial Champion manages to roll his shoulder up, breaking the pinfall attempt and keeping this contest, albeit a one sided match so far, alive. Grockadoc lets his frustration out, in the form of a snarl of rage and a rather painful looking ripping of his thick black hair, sending a handful of locks to the mat. His face contorted in rage, the seven footer peels himself off of his seemingly unconscious victim and returns to his feet. His cold, black eyes are narrowed and he reaches his huge, paw like gloved hand down and wraps it around his opponents throat, and with no troubles, manages to haul Kasabian Stalker to his feet, as if he was made from nothing more than hay. With his vice like grip still digging into the flesh of the Pervert's throat, Grockadoc brings his rather grotesque looking face to within inches of Stalker's and breathes heavily. The largest man in EVPW stares down at his opponent, who still hasn't moved after that bone jarring big boot to the face and starts screaming at him.

"YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING! YOU UNDERSTAND? I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF!"

With that rather terrifying statement, Grockadoc clutches the Pervert's forearm, and yanks it, the force of it sending the two hundred plus pounder crashing into the ropes. the elasticity in them, combined with the force sends Stalker rebounding off of them, and straight back to the waiting Salvation of EVPW, who has leant over. While rushing towards his braced opponent, Stalker manages to slow himself down, and before he falls into the planned manoeuvre of the Hand of God, the Pervert kicks out his leg, and drives the arch of his foot into the solar plexus of the seven footer, temporarily winding him. The big man returns to a fully upright position, reeling from that well placed boot. Clutching his head, Stalker snaps out of his stupor and charges at the ropes again. As he rebounds off, he jumps into the air, extending both of his legs out fully, driving the flats of both feet into the left kneecap of the behemoth, causing it to bend the wrong way rather violently, and sending him to one knee, Stalkers only really effective offence thus far in this match up. Whilst he has the large monster in a vulnerable position, Stalker's eye light up like a five year old at Christmas time, and he swings a fist out, and starts hammering blows into the cranium of his opponent. Left and right combinations without a break, and the ref starts counting. Stalker ignores the official's count until it reaches for and ceases his boxing practice, and the referee admonishes him, signalling the prohibited use of closed fists, claiming he had witnessed a couple of them in Stalker's offensive flurry. The Pervert just laughs this off, and strides back to Grockadoc, who still has his hands over his head, cowering, unaware the assault has stopped. With one quick and fluid motion, Stalker wraps his forearm around the tree trunk thick muscular neck of the Salvation of EVPW and falls backwards, planting the huge three hundred pounder and his hideous face into the hard canvas below, taking the behemoth down for the first time in the match, much to the delight of the fans, and Dr. Edith Symmes alike. Symmes, with a huge smile on her face shouts at the former Champion to cover the downed powerhouse, to which her client obliges.

"For the first time, Kasabian Stalker has found some momentum in this match, taking down one of the largest and strongest men in the world of professional wrestling with a picture perfect DDT, and now finds himself a three count away from walking away with his first win after losing his championship!"

"No doubt. That DDT was beautiful, and Stalker is showing why he was undefeated for ages. He has managed to overcome the odds, and actually finds himself in control of this match!"

"However, he has a huge challenge ahead of him, as Grockadoc won't go down without a fight, and we know this. Stalker needs to keep his defense up and not leave the three hundred pounder any room to breath, or he will pay for it."

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With Grocadoc down, Kasabian takes the time to observe the scene. His opponent lies in a pile of body and limbs, putting a smile on Stalker's face. He looks set on continuing the barrage, until he flashes a glance at his so-called manager. All of a sudden, memories flood back. Memories of an undefeated streak cut short, memories of a title reign lost. As he looks down at the evil little lady that smiles up at him, Kasabian finally finds a target for his anger. It was Dr. Symmes who let him astray, Dr. Symmes who put restrictions on him and cramped his style... It was Dr. Symmes who cost him his streak and his title in one fowl swoom. It was HER fault.

A cocky smile at his success against Grocadoc soon turns into a glimmer of rage. Stalker exits the ring, leaving his groaning giant of an opponent lain out in the center of the ring. It is not Grocadoc that he wants, despite all that has befallen him, it is Edith Symmes' head that he wants on his platter, and he sets out to get it. Symmes yelps a little squeal as the oiled up Pervert approaches, waving a finger in his face as a warning while Kasabian reaches out and picks her up. Dr. Symmes protests as best she can when the Pervert lifts her up, screaming as her feet are hoisted off the ground and her stubby body placed into a fireman's carry. The scream intensifies as Kasabian tosses her through the air, causing her to slam head first into the top of the crowd barricade. Her head bounces off the metal, much to the awe of the crowd. Shocked silence fills the air as Stalker seems to crack, unleashing a barrage of evilly intended kicks to the downed psychiatrist.

"Holy crap! Kasabian Stalker has lost it. He had the match in his hands, and he turned his frustration to Dr. Symmes instead - The very lady that was trying to help him!"

"Help? My god, that lady rode him from day one, and not in the good way. She was no help at all. This was bound to happen sooner or later, I'm surprised that the Pervert lasted this long."

"Well Dr. Edith Symmes is helpless, I bet she never had a patient beat her senseless before, she has got to be afraid for her life right now, if she is still conscious."[/i]

By the time that the in-arena security team swarms on Stalker, the Pervert is ready to leave. By this time, Grocadoc is standing in the ring, the whole scene seeming to amuse the big man. It is not until he sees the security team struggling with Kasabian in an attempt to escort him from the arena that his smile turns into a frown. Nevertheless, with no further ado, Kasabian is directed toward the entranceway and escorted from the arena, leaving Dr. Symmes lifeless body lying underneath the crowd barricade, his opponent and the referee standing in the ring scratching their heads. All eyes turn to the match official as to what his decision would be regarding the match....

EOM


I've been too busy to put a good effort into the match, definately not the effort that a Stalker vs Grocadoc match deserves, and that's not fair on you Groc. I thought that this would be a good way to end up with a No Contest, and we can have this match when I return from being so frantic and stressed.

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

Yeah no worries man.