Triple Threat match

[Mighty Man Millson]

Dow enters with the usual hate chants directed at the Company frontman.

[Wolverina]

In the oxymoron known as the squared circle, Lizzie placed the mic to the very lips that regularly encompass a penis, but the volume of noise from the fans eager to see Wolfie again gave her pause. Morna waited until the crowd died down enough, then proceeded with the announcement many had been yearning for, and to make things even more dramatic, the bell rang thrice.

Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the next entrant. Standing 5'8" and scaling 158 pounds, give it up for the Blair, Nebraska native... HAVEN "WOLVERINA" CASSADY!




As Gavin Rossdale's epic song "Adrenaline" played, the lyrics became nothing more than a sound of muffled and mumbled words, as the spectators did everything they could to rip out their vocal cords in praise of the most desired woman in wrestling history. Security doubled their zones at the rails when fans began to partake in small shoving matches just to get into a position that would allow them to high five or simply graze the most decorated female wrestler in history. Then, it happened. The woman of the hour descended from proverbial Mount Olympus and made her presence atop the ramp, with the very grating under her shaking from the collective stomping, hooting and hollering of her loyal masses round about her. Tonight, as with any other night, our lovely lady is clad in casual attire. She wore light, sky-blue colored jeans that fit her form superbly. Her shirt was not seen due to the blue and silver hoodie that covered it, which bore the emblem of her favorite football team, the Dallas Cowboys. Her luscious locks were pulled back nice and tight, put up in the prettiest pony tail ever, a trademark of hers since day one. White and blue colored New Balance shoes adorned her feet, and higher, around her waist was the original and coveted King/Queen of the Deathmatch championship belt. Lastly, a bland black bag was clutched in her left hand, but the fans couldn't care less. Their Wolfie was IN DA HOUSE!

JP: I'm going to have to get my ears checked after this. Our arena has all but exploded from this crowd reaction. Good God!
Ray: Pffft! This is nothing compared to the reaction my Vladdy Daddy is going to get! But what gives with the bag?
JP: We're just moments away from finding out, Ray-Gay. What a battle, what a classic this is going to be. I've got goosebumps already and the match hasn't even started.

Wolverina tagged hands and hugged a few people during her travel to the ring, and was even politely entered into the square hell by Lizzie parting the ropes for her. Once inside her home sweet home, the People's Princess dropped the mystery bag and went to all four corners, delivering long over due she-wolf howls to her minions, while casting up her trademark crucifix pose as the crowd chanted "We Love You". The response to her gave her goosebumps and made her smile wider and brighter than ever before, as she relocated to the center of the land made of canvas, wire and wood, her eyes locking with Dow's. Lizzie, having stood aside to give her the moment she deserved, stepped toward the middle of the ring once more, prepared to utter the name of the GodKing himself.

TBCB Vlad.

[Vladimir Strife]

((HOLY SHIT! I thought it was starting tonight, not last Sunday! I am so so so so so sorry! Consider me in. I'm busy at work right now but I'll edit this into an entrance later tonight or sometime tomorrow. So sorry guys, I have been swamped this week and I seriously thought it started tonight.))

A smile comes to Lizzie's lips as she prepares to introduce the man who she watches rise from newcomer to legend, a bit of excitement inside of her to see him returning to the ring.

"And their opponent.... Standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 234 pounds... he is the Hardcore King....The Barbarian Lord... The Czar of Scars.... VLADIMIR T. STRRRRRIFE!!"

As 'King Nothing' kicks up, the crowd stares towards the entrance, waiting eagerly on the edge of their seats. As the GodKing slaps the curtain out of his way, he steps out onto the stage and looks around the arena, cheers bursting out for one of EVPW's founding fathers. The black trenchcoat hung open on the GHW Hall of Famer, his black pants and part of his dark green long sleeved shirt visible in the opening. Bearing mismatched fingerless gloves as usual, tonight the Romanian had an orange glove on his left hand and a purple one on his right, in which was clenched the handle of a chain whip, it segments trailing out from it and down towards the floor. Vladimir stomps his steel toed combat boot on the steel as he takes a big step forward and takes a swing with the whip, slapping it against the grating of the ramp to a loud bang, hoping to conjure memories in his opponents' minds of the pain he'd inflicted on men in the past with it.

Ray: My Vladdy is back and he looks as ready as ever, Jimmy!
JP: Well, it's hard to disagree. Vlad has watched the company practically tear down the legacy that he had built around this company. The brutality and profanity of EVPW is really what it was known for in the beginning and that's thanks, in part, to the Hardcore King.
Ray: You bet it is! This man is brash, crude, sadistic and about as violent as a man can get. If anyone has a bone to pick with the company, it's Vlad.

As he descends the ramp, the Monarch of Madness holds out his free hand, tagging the palms of his fans. He stops sharply at the bottom and shoots a glare at Wolverina, who greets him with a grin, not forgetting for one second the hell they put one another through last year. Vladimir grabs the sword pendant on his necklace that rests on his collarbone and raises it to his lips, giving it a light kiss before returning a sly smile himself. He drops the whip for now and slips into the ring under the bottom rope, greeted by Dow Jones as he rushes over and begins to lay into the legend with a series of stomps while the bell rings out and the fans nestle into their seats, preparing to witness chaos unfold before their eyes.