Hangman's Horror Match: }{ Solstice vs. Kryptops

[Matt Violence]

The scene opens up, as the night begins to grow old with time. There's a fucking video that shows, featuring all the mayhem that Solstice and Kryptops have caused with their feud but right now I'm too fucking drunk to even care about describing all that. Ok? Good. Anyways, the bell rings and standing in the center of the squared circle is the super-fucking-sexy Lizzie Morna! He's wearing a nice, long, pink glittery dress which falls just below her tiny kneecaps. With a smile larger than Nicholas Carson's PEOPLE'S PENIS, the girl asking to get gang banged after tonight's show begins to speak into the mic after the bell chimes trice getting everyone's attention- because these people are retarded and need bells to get their attention for some fucking reason.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my pussie is nice and tight, who wants it?Erm, I mean- uh ladies and gentlemen the following match-up is a Hangman's Horror match.; the rules are ass- I mean as followed. This match will be fought under no hold bards rules. In order to capture the win and the Television Championship, one must literally hang their opponent from the dog collar hanging from the top rope. Introducing first, hailing from West Lorne, Ontario, Canada, he is the New Butcher, the Protege of Gnarfflinger; he is Kryptops the BEEEESSST!"

"Y'all Wanna' Single Say SUCK That."

The fans in attendance all begin to jeer at the sound of KoRn's music hitting the PA system. Not at all at the fact that Kryptops now steps out from behind the curtain, but at the fact that it seems that the Company has again ruined something so minor, yet something with so much meaning; replacing "fuck" with "suck" in KtB's new, censored version of the Best's theme song.

I'll suck that...
Jesus H. Christ!

Jeers continue to flood the arena, as Kryptops strides past the fans in an almost lifeless manner, manifestly annoyed that he is being forced to come out to a censored version of his once EPIC theme song. (Can you tell I'm getting sober?) The only thing that even brings a smirk to KtB's face is the fact that as the fans sing along they scream "FUCK" at the top of their lungs over shadowing the "suck" part in "Y'all Wanna' Single." The fans even get a laugh when KtB stops mid-ramp and spreads his arm as far as he can exposing large, white, bold font on a black shirt which reads "SUCK THE COMPANY" which I'll let you imagine what Kryptops is really trying to intimate about what he thinks about the Company.

He's the man! He's not one of the little girls in the back afraid to show what they candidly feel about the Compant which as taken over EVPW, despite how the fans loathe them!
"Are you kidding me? Have you seen EVPW these last few weeks? EVPW reaching heights I never thought they could reach again, last week our rating DOUBLED that shi- uh, poop-hole of a fed, Glory Hole Wrestling."
"Honor."
"What about honor?"
"Glory and HONOR, it's Glory and Honor wrestling."
Meh, they both suck...get it, they both suck.

Kryptops finally reaches the steel steps and ascends them quite quickly, before stepping up onto the apron. He strides halfway along it until he's an equal distance between the two turnbuckles. He turns around so that his back is resting on the top rope and he's peering out into the see of fans, which are no cheering boisterously for the Best. Slowly, Kryptops begins to pull his shirt over his masked head then crumples it up like a piece of paper. Holding the black ball of fabric on his right hand, KtB points to the right; getting a load pop from the fans to the right of him. He smiles and uses his left hand to tilt his hand back and fourth from a horizontal position, then points to the left. They pop wildly and KtB shrugs his shoulders, almost as if to apologize to the right side of him for losing this little battle of noise then tosses the shirt to the left of him where a lucky fans fights those around him to procure the prestigious shirt. As he begins to enter the ring, the Best smiles and winks into the ring; knowing that somewhere backstage Mr. Zero is driving his first into the drywall.

Kryptops strides to the center of the ring, hunkers over and rests his palms on his kneecaps whilst starring at the entrance ramp anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Television Champion himself; Solstice!

tbc; Solstice, hopefully.

[Matt Violence]

If Solstice doesn't show, I'll write out the match myself. Just to end the feud we once had going.

[Liam]

Darkness becomes the arena, lit only by the flashing of the audience cameras as they inhale the atmosphere of the madhouse. Shouting and chanting followed by the frantic waving of wrestling merchandise and homemade signs of endorsements for their favorite superstar. Kryptops kneels eagerly awaiting for his chance to shine. Without emotions giving away his ultimate feeling of nerves, doubt and anger at his former friend, what led to the animosity is any ones guess ... was it jealousy, or merely fates twisted sense of humor. Bringing silence to the masses is the screaming guitar intro of Even flow by Pearl Jam . Stepping forth from the curtain, The Crazy One dressed not in his usual black and silver attire, but instead short blue denim jeans and a white t-shirt. The only black now on the aerialist is his black and white skateboard style sneakers. At first staring his feet Seth cracks his neck side to side and stares at the ring barely taunted by its suggestion of pain and of a possible threat that someone will end up hanging.

Careful of what you wish Kryptops, you just may get it, and you just may well regret it.
Who cares if he wished it or not Ray. You recognize who that is standing on that stage. Even with his face painted white as a ghost ...
It can't be Jimmy. We all seen what happen to him backstage. The supposed fans attacking and security not doing a damn thing about it.
Well for once I agree with you, something is afoot here in Eagle Vision.

Grabbing something tied loosely to his waist Tyson brings the slightly buckled fry pan to his chest, his eyes now focus on the weapon taken from an old foe. Taking a deep breath Solstice begins the walk towards the battle scarred ring. Pausing momentarily to high five, sign an autograph or read a hilarious sign, Seth stops just short of the ring to listen to Lizzie introduce him.

The next and final opponent in tonight's Television title match ... All the way from Sweden. Standing at five feet and six inches. His official weight tonight is one hundred and eighty five pounds ... the dude who always abides, and tonight returns unmasked and uncensored ... SOLSTICE !!

With a blank expression and glazed eyes, The Crazy One steps into the fray of the squared circle, weapon by his side. Without a glance backwards he ignores the masked man and jogs to each turnbuckle raising his arms high showing his newly designed champions belt. The match official out of habit introduces himself and goes over the rules and the condition of winning the brutal match. Kryptops and Seth both look towards the hanging dog collar followed by a simple shrug from both as they don't care of the match, just the fact they get to destroy one and other till one is beaten so bad they are hanged into an embarrassing and somewhat career altering loss.

Tbc Kryptops.

gl man.

[Liam]

Barely able to dodge out of harms way, the match official signals the start as the two unable to contain their rage any longer begin brawling as if life itself depended on brutality. Left and right punches rain down like hail on a brand new car, fueled by pure anger and hatred. Neither wrestler able to get the immediate advantage, soon legs join the fray, each blocked in turn by eagerness to inflict as much pain as possible without sustaining injury or agony this early in the match. With the veteran trained Canadian having more strength and a clear size advantage the Asian trained Swede soon begins to stagger backwards from the impact of the closed fists to his temples. Instead of following the dazed aerialist, Kryptops ever so slightly lowers down while leaning backwards, then as if a spring utilizes his weight and upper leg strength and launches a devastating clothesline to the sternum of Solstice. Flying backwards from the impressive attack, Seth ricochets off the ropes which leave red welts on his back then slams rib first to the unforgiving canvas while a scream of immense agony escapes his lips with vital loss of oxygen from his lungs. Knowing better than letting an opportunity go by, the native of Ontario kips up to his feet and drops down again with a seemingly laser guided elbow to the upper spine causing even more grief for the Swedish cruiser-weight. The sound of the audience becoming ecstatic with all kinds of emotion becomes the soundtrack to a right arm that finds its way to the chin of the recently unmasked superstar. Stretching backwards applying pressure to the neck, attempting the weaken the vital area for leather dog collar hanging.

You know, I would love to be on top, but I prefer them to be face up ...
Hold that thought pervert, this is now supposed to be a censored version of Eagle Vision due to " The Company " taking over. Would hate to loose my commentating amigo.
You saying Jimmy, that you would miss me ... are you saying ...
I'm not saying a damn thing, it's a pain in the proverbial horses behind to break someone else in.[/i][/color]

It does not take long for the immense pain of the chin hold contorting his neck like a pretzel to change into adrenalin. Struggling with not only the power of the larger opponent, but also the harsh angle of the neck crank, The Crazy One tries not to put himself out of commission by struggling to his side and bringing a knee up to the kidney area of Kryptops The Best. Releasing the submission, the masked crusader rolls towards the ropes and out of the ring, his hand darts to his side while he looks in the ring with an obvious smug expression to see Solstice kneeling while holding his neck. Pushing off the ring floor, the Swedish Champion taunts the Canadian to get back in the ring. Following a huge pop of laughter and commotion from the audience, Kryptops looks around and enters the fray once again, more so for his own ego to destroy the smaller Luchadore and get what he thinks is rightfully his ... the Television title belt. Once again both superstars are engaged in a knuckle reddening fist fight, not falling for the same move twice, Tyson dodges an evil intended left jab and brings left boot to the legs which KtB steps away from and easily avoids. Leaving himself open and unawares of the sheer speed, the man from Ontario receives a swift right foot to the bread basket. Buckling over from impact, Kryptops lets out an oomph moments before an arm is wrapped around his neck which drives an un-balanced beast off his feet and head first to the stained canvas.

That mat ain't made of barbeque spare ribs Ray, it can't possibly taste good.
I don't know about ribs Jimmy, but I could give Kryptops a tasty hot dog.
A regular one, or a foot long, Tried one of them at a hardware store near me in the grand opening .... Oh My God .. I just put my foot in my mouth didn't I ?
( Giggling to himself like a over excited schoolgirl.)
I don't know about a foot Jimmy .. but I have had my share of compliments. And yes you did fall for it ... hook line and sinker.[/i][/color]

possibly TBC. will see if Krypty posts.