Sycho Sam/NVX Stretcher Match

[Sycho Sam]

Will edit

[NVX]

NVX's Contract

The lights start to dim as "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace starts to play on the speakers. The sound of the oh so familiar song garners up immediate applause from the thousands of fans in the new EVPW arena. A tall, slender man moves through the curtain and to the stage. He is wearing black and blue wrestling trunks and a black short sleeve hoodie with the hood over his head. He whips the hood back and reveals that it is noneother than the EVPW loyalist NVX. NVX holds his arms in the form of an X in front of his chest, brings his heads up and lets out a howl. Blue pyro shoots out from the sides of the stage.

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal

Lizzie Morna: And his opponent, standing at 6'6 and weighing 220 pounds, he comes to us from Queens, New York, the Dark Prince of X-treme, N...V...X!!!

NVX confidently struts down the ramp, an angry look on his face. His eyes are fixed on Sycho Sam. As he reaches the stretcher, he gently touches it, feeling the hard, uncomfortable medical device on his fingertips.

Ray White: Wow, NVX doesn't look happy at all.

Jimmy Pate: Can you really blame the guy? I mean, Sycho Sam literally tortured his dad! I'd be surprised if he were happy.

NVX has finally made it in the ring and immediately makes a beeline for the corner at the other side. After he balances himself on the second rope, NVX scans the arena, soaking in the appreciation from the fans. He then leaps off and stares a hole through his nemesis, Sycho Sam. The dark Prince of X-treme takes off his hoodie and throws it out of the ring, where a worker catches it. The referee asks both men if they're ready. They both nod and he signals for the bell to ring.

TBC by Sycho Sam

[Sycho Sam]

“Finally! Sycho Sam and NVX go head to head in EVPW. After everything that went down between the two this last month, you have to wonder if NVX can gather up all his rage, all his frustration and send Sam in a stretcher to the nearest hospital.”

“I’d say the odds are even, Sam just came out on top against Chris Pyro last week – prompting him to join The Company and forsake his EVPW fanbase, but NVX is looking to extract some degree of vengeance here tonight!”

With the atmosphere in the arena as electric as it possibly could be, and the fans firmly behind The Asian Assassin, Sam seems content to just play his mind-games for the time being. Smiling cheekily, he walks casually with his hands tucked into the pockets of his khaki pants as he passes the occasional glance at his opponent. The Vietnamese Vigilante will have none of it, however, and he is quick to take the initiative. With Sam just a foot away from him, NVX charges and wraps his arm around Sam’s upper chest and neck before forcing him to the ground along with himself – the powerful lariat expressing only a mere fraction of the anger inside NVX. The move gives NVX a moment’s advantage and he takes full control of the situation by mounting himself upon The Hardcore Headbanger’s chest, leaving the kidnapper of his father defenseless against any future onslaught of punches. And indeed, Sam is rendered defenseless, helpless and without a single way out of the precarious situation when his opponent begins raining down a series of heavy punches. With both his fists clenched into a boulder-like shape, The Asian Assassin alternates between his left and right hands as he attempts to batter Sammy to a pulp. However ruthless his aggression, the former EVPW TV champion is far from reckless – his punches are cold and calculating, a controlled type of fury that has a far more menacing aura than any drunken brawler would ever have. His mind focusing on only the task at hand, NVX ignores the fan’s count of his punches – which has remarkably gone up to thirty-five. At long last, around the fifty mark, NVX warps back into reality. He stares at the semi-comatose Sam who had succumbed to his clinical blows but exhibits no emotions at all – for NVX, this was merely the first step. He brings himself back to his feet – hoisting up Sam along with him – before grabbing the veteran Pakistani brawler by the back of his head and hurling him out of the ring through the middle ropes. As Sam is unceremoniously dumped out of the confines of the squared circle and lands near the crowd barrier, the loyal EVPW fanbase display their hatred for the Company loyalist with a “Sammy Sucks!” chant. Such is the fan’s contempt for The King of Destruction that when NVX steps out of the ring, he is immediately given a steel chair by one of the fans to use on Sam. The Vietnamese Vigilante graciously accepts and he begins to line up The Hardcore Headbanger for yet another humbling experience. Positioning himself behind The Sychotic One, NVX eagerly waits for Sam to get up and even shouts at his Pakistani counterpart to “Get the *censored* up, you lazy *censored*!” Slowly, Sammy pulls himself up to a vertical base facing away from his opponent – and with no idea what’s in store for him should he turn around.

“NVX has been dominating this match so far, it’s early on but you can see the way The Asian Sensation has his entire gameplan laid out.”

“And the expression on his face…. I mean he’s no nine foot, eight hundred and thirty six pound monster but the way he’s composed himself so far is absolutely bone-chilling!”

Like a batter waiting for the pitcher to finally throw the ball his way, NVX waits patiently for Sam to turn around so he can hit a home run with the chair. The wily Pakistani finally does – but he throws a massive curveball NVX’s way. The former ICW champion swings the chair horizontally with a tight grip maintained to ensure maximum impact, but The Hardcore Headbanger sees it coming and instantly drops to the floor and traps his would-be-assailant’s left shin between both his feet. Unable to maintain his balance, The Asian Sensation trips forward but is not able to relinquish his hold on the chair under such sudden circumstances. As a result, he falls face-first onto the chair.

With the tables now turned in his favor, Sammy ignores the crowd’s insults and quickly crouches down to search under the ring apron for a suitable weapon. It takes him only a second to produce a long, heavy, metallic chain. The King of Destruction grins to himself before shifting his gaze towards NVX – almost up to his feet now, having recovered from the surprise drop-toe-hold. Eager to live up to his promise of inflicting twice as much pain on NVX, Sammy does not hesitate for a moment when he swings the chain and cracks it like a whip across The Asian Assassin’s back. A piercing cry escapes from NVX as he is brought down to his knees by the man that has been a thorn in his side for the last month – the blunt force of the heavy chains being enough to destabilize him. The ever malicious Pakistani moves forward towards where NVX lays kneeling and breathing heavily, wrapping the chain around his trusty right hand as he does so. Sam takes a hold of his opponent’s chin and forces his neck backwards slightly while snickering in a rather irritating manner. With the chain now covering most of his right hand, Pakistani Brawler attempts to do what NVX had done to him earlier – kill several hundred brain cells through the sheer intensity and repetition of his blows. Sammy goes to work quickly on his foe, hammering down successive punches to the Asian Assassin’s forehead. But NVX is determined to find a way out of this dilemma, and he uses his own left hand to cleave through the area between his chin and Sammy’s left hand as he attempts to force it off. Due to his hardcore Headbanging opponent being far too immersed in attempting to lacerate his forehead, NVX is able to dislodge Sam’s grip on his chin and slips away. This pisses off Sam immensely and he goes for a wild, uncalculated punch on the now upright NVX only to miss dreadfully – thus giving The Vietnamese Vigilante just the opening he needed. The MMA trained extremist takes a small step back in order to position himself, and then unleashes his left leg towards Sam – swinging it in a semi-circular manner as he directs it towards his opponent’s face. The resulting kick is worthy of a knockout inside an eight sided cage, as indicated by Sammy who suddenly falls onto the floor – rendered unconscious and utterly useless.

“What a roundhouse kick by NVX! Took Sam by complete surprise… he could ACTUALLY be knocked out!”

With the hapless Company loyalist now put to his place, the slightly disappointed NVX looks towards the stretcher placed right at the end of the ramp. He was hoping that his opponent would put up more of a fight before surrendering, but who was he to complain? Taking a hold of Sam’s forearm, The Asian Assassin drags his seemingly comatose foe across towards the awaiting stretcher – and it is indeed a pitiful sight to see Sam being dragged around like a ragdoll. It was a statement of sorts, NVX had asserted his superiority over The Hardcore Headbanger once more and this was an image everyone would be seeing in times to come. People took out their cellphone cameras to take pictures and record it all, but NVX was least concerned with posing. The image of Asian Assassin dragging around Sycho Sam would be enough for any wrestling fan, anyway.

With the stretcher just a footstep away, NVX hoists up Sam in order to lay him on the stretcher. Unfortunately for him however, Sam regains a degree of consciousness and self-awareness as he comes crashing down back to earth – though the hangover from the stellar roundhouse kick still hovers around him. In a most literal knee-jerk reaction, The Sychotic One raises his knee and propels it towards NVX’s gut before raking both thumbs down the eyes of The Asian Sensation. With a sense of emergency about him, The Hardcore Headbanger climbs atop the stretcher, pulling NVX up with him before quickly tucking the Asian Assassin's head between his thighs. With NVX now swept by the same feelings that were upon Sam only a moment earlier, he struggles to get his head out from between Sammy’s legs – the task being more difficult due to the khaki pants that Sam wears.. The Hardcore Headbanger responds by digging his filthy uncut nails into his foe’s unprotected lower back and then raking them backwards up to his neck. However underhanded the tactic may have been, it serves its purpose and now The King of Destruction is firmly in the driver’s seat… with NVX’s head trapped between his legs and the two precariously balanced on a fragile stretcher.

“A series of moves that would be illegal in most matches means that Sam now has the upper hand! But what the hell is he doing on top of that stretcher?”

“I don’t really have a good feeling about this. Is that stretcher even designed to support the weight of two grown men STANDING on it?”

The questions of the commentators are soon to be answered by Sam when he wraps his arms around NVX’s stomach before lifting him upside down – his much taller Vietnamese opponent held into place unconvincingly. However, when The Hardcore Headbanger sits down abrubtly and drives his opponent’s head into and through the stretcher – breaking it in the process – the force of his grip does not matter. Because Sam had just given NVX a piledriver through the stretcher. The same sense of alarm that had possessed Sam and NVX earlier in turns now strikes the match official, who checks the state of the stretcher and deems it unsuitable. The referee orders for another stretcher to be brought immediately, as both Sam and NVX lay at the end of the entrance ramp, breathing heavily.

TBC NVX

[NVX]

Jimmy Pate: “My God! That stretcher just snapped in half!”

Ray White: “I called it! What a sick piledriver that was.”

Two referees from backstage push a new stretcher out and roll it down the ramp. Sycho Sam turns his head and looks up. He then shifts his eyes toward his opponent, who hasn’t moved an inch. Victory is so close, yet it is so far away, an entrance ramp’s length to be exact. The Hardcore Headbanger pushes the broken stretcher away from under him and slowly gets up to his feet. He snatches the wrist of the Asian Sensation and proceeds to drag his battered body onto the stretcher. The fans rain down loud boos at the Company’s enforcer as he barks insults at them, their hero in his grasp. He finally reaches the stage, the mountaintop upon which he will claim triumph. All he has to do is cross the finish line. He pushes his opponent up with a wicked grin spread from ear to ear on his face.

Jimmy Pate: “Looks like this is the end. Is the Company really this powerful?”

Ray White: “Look, I love NVX. He’s my sexy eggroll, but it was pretty stupid going against the people who sign his paychecks. Sycho Sam, while nowhere near as sexy, has his number.”

As the Company loyalist prepares to push the two hundred and twenty pound wrestler from New York past the finish line, he is met with an unexpected right hand to the stomach, then a left, and another right. His opponent rolls off of the stretcher and continues to fire hard punches at Sam’s body. NVX’s second wind is seemingly cut short when the man from Pakistan shoves the side of his knee against his chest. Sam lays down a few shots to the head just to be sure. Thinking that the fire has been put out, Sam tries to lug his opponent back onto the stretcher. However, NVX shoves his head into Sam’s forcing him to stagger back. The headbutt stuns Sam long enough for NVX to go on the attack. He grabs his long time enemy’s head and shoves him to the steel barricade separating them from the fans.

Jimmy Pate: “Looks like you spoke too soon, Ray. NVX still has a hell of a lot of fight left in him.”

Ray White: “Oh, I wish he would get physical with me.”

Jimmy Pate: “Keep it professional, you moron.”

Almost immediately after Sycho Sam’s body bounces off the steel barricade, NVX grabs his head. He slams it against the barricade, causing it to shake violently and the fans to cheer wildly. N a desperate attempt to escape, Sycho Sam shoves his hand against NVX’s face and pushes him away. The Company loyalist hurries and retreats, backing away from a fuming Asian Assassin. NVX goes after him, but he does it slowly. His face has grown red with rage as he closes in on his prey. They are now right by the ring. At this point, NVX cannot maintain his patience any longer and quickens his pace. To his surprise, Sycho Sam already has an answer for him. As NVX nears him, the Heavy Metal Maniac kicks him right between the legs. As any man would, NVX drops down almost instantly, bearing his squashed goods in his hands.

Ray White: “Oh no! I hope it still works!”

Jimmy Pate: “Jesus H. Christ, what a tasteless cheap move that was.”

Ray White: “Hey, as much as I want NVX’s eggroll to be intact, for the sake of my fantasies, that is completely legal in this match. NVX knew what he signed up for. Besides, I’ve been hit down there a bunch of times before. It’s not that bad.”

NVX’s eyes have visibly watered. His face is still bright red, but not from anger anymore. To add insult to injury, Sycho Sam squats down and begins slapping the back of NVX’s head. This triggers a symphony of jeers from the EVPW crowd, which the Psychotic One just soaks in. Sam finally stops the disrespectful slaps and gets up. He confidently struts over to the edge of the ring and lifts up the apron. Sam looks around a bit before something catches his eye. He pulls out a single steel chair. It is not just another regular steel chair though. In his hands is the XWO thumbtack steel chair, the same one NVX has used on so many of his enemies and the same one Sycho Sam used on him a few weeks ago.

A sadistic smile grows on the pale face of the King of Destruction. He takes a moment to admire NVX’s creation. If he had it his way, it would also be NVX’s downfall. He turns it so that the thumbtack side is facing away from him. Sycho Sam moves beside a downed NVX, motioning for him to get up. As NVX gets to his knees, the sadist from Lahore holds the thumbtack chair up high. Just as he is about to slam it down onto NVX’s head, two hands come out of the crowd and grab it. The hands wrestle the thumbtack chair away from a furious Sycho Sam, who immediately turns around to see that the brave individual is none other than NVX’s father. Still covered with scars from his recent torture session with Sam, NVX’s father slaps him right across the face. As Sam stumbles around from the slap, he is met with a kick between his legs.


Jimmy Pate: “Well, you know what they say. Payback is a…”

“BITCH”

Jimmy Pate: “Yeah, that. Can’t say he didn’t have it coming.”

Ray White: “Hey, Papa NVX isn’t too bad looking. Those scars are pretty manly.”

Jimmy Pate: “I don’t think it’s such a good idea for him to be here, especially so close to the action. I don’t even want to imagine the things Sycho Sam did to him.”

Ray White: “You don’t want to imagine what I want to do to him.”

Jimmy Pate: “Control yourself. He’s married.”

“Do it, Dad!”

Unlike his opponent, NVX wastes little time to gets Sycho Sam up to his feet. While he is doing it, NVX’s father slides the thumbtack steel chair right beside his son. The Dark Prince of X-treme turns Sam around so that he is facing his back. He tucks his head under Sam’s head and hooks a leg up. He hoists the Hardcore Headbanger up and moves him toward one direction. He then quickly twists his body the other direction, bringing Sam with him. Sycho Sam’s back crashes down onto the perfectly placed thumbtack chair. The cameramen point their cameras in another direction, as they have been ordered to by the Company should such an act of violence happen. As the cameras return to the action, Sam has pushed the chair away. His back covered with little punctures made by the thumbtacks. It is dripping with blood, but not so much that the match has to be stopped. The crowd cheer in approval and nearly drown out the sound of Sycho Sam’s screams.

Jimmy Pate: “What a move by NVX! Sidewinder suplex onto the thumbtack XWO chair. I don’t think the Company will be too happy about that.”

Ray White: “I don’t think that was a smart move. Knowing the Company, NVX could be suspended. Even though Sam brought it into play, he didn’t use it.”

Jimmy Pate: “Just goes to show you how much of a rebel NVX is or how much he just wants to hurt Sycho Sam.”

Ray White: “He can’t hurt him if he’s suspended.”

NVX lets out a proud roar, letting his fans know that he is in control. He backs away from Sam and crouches down. He begins motioning his opponent to get up with his hand. The audience in the Lock-Down bursts in applause because they know what NVX is planning on doing. He is obviously setting Sycho Sam up for his finishing maneuver, the Wolf’s Fang. Sam may be hurt, but he is not deaf. He can clearly hear that the fans are asking for a Wolf’s Fang. When he gets up, he does not immediately turn around because he knows what is waiting for him. When he finally does turn, he quickly grabs NVX’s father and drags him over the barricade. This forces NVX to stop mid-charge. Sycho Sam stares at his nemesis, knowing that he now has the upper hand with his father as a human shield.

Jimmy Pate: "This is just sick. It’s not enough that you torture this man, but now you use him as a human shield? Enough is enough."

Ray White: "I, for one, think it’s absolutely genius. What is my sexy bowl of noodles going to do now?"

This puts NVX in a tough spot. There is nothing he wants for them to destroy Sycho Sam, but is it worth his father. For some reason, NVX looks unusually calm. He walks slowly up to a confused Sycho Sam, a slight smile on his face. As he gets closer, he stops and looks at his father. Then, out of nowhere, NVX spits a blue mist at his father’s face. He struggles for a bit, but then stops moving all together. NVX’s father is suddenly out cold, much to the surprise of Sycho Sam and everyone watching the match. Sam drops NVX’s sleeping father, opening himself to a signature NVX high kick to the head.

Jimmy Pate: "Wha…what the hell? Did he just spray his own father with…what was that?"

Ray White: "That’s called an Asian Mist, JP, a blue one to be exact. Blue mist puts the victim to sleep, but it doesn’t blind them like the other ones. Try to keep up, buddy."

Jimmy Pate: "When did you start doing your job? But why would he spray his own father?"

Ray White: "Like I said, blue mist doesn’t hurt anyone."

Back in the driver’s seat, NVX leans against the barricade to catch his breath, allowing his fans to pat him on the back. He stands over an almost knocked out Sycho Sam. Realizing that this is his chance to end it all, he grabs Sam by his head and pulls him up. He then shoves him between his leg and signals for the Sacrifice of the Beast, holding his arms in an X. Suddenly, the titantron starts showing static. Then, a video of NVX’s father shows on the big screen. He is almost stripped naked, wearing nothing but his underwear and numerous red welts all over his body. Sycho Sam is shown beating him with a leather belt. This momentary distraction is enough to allow Sycho Sam to drop down and punch NVX in his fun zone.

Jimmy Pate: "You gotta be kidding me. Again? No one’s going to get back into a match after two low blows."

Ray White: "I wish I were his hand…"

Jimmy Pate: "And did you see that video? That Sycho Sam is an evil mastermind! He planned that all along!"

((OOC: I realized that I'm not allowed to use sharp weapons after my post, so if you want for storyline purposes, suspend NVX from in ring action until the next PPV. Also, I blew off my accounting homework to do this because this is way more important ))