This match has been extended 12 hours.

With the contest finally underway following the vicious assault of Vladimir by his opponent, Azrael stalks the man ominously, his eyes flickering across him as though scanning his every movement for weakness. Whereas only a few short weeks ago, he would wear a sadistic grin from ear to ear at the sight of a fellow star battered and struggling to get up before him, the Enigma of Evil's appearance is instead stonewall and cold as he looks him over, already mentally picking him apart. Azrael bends forth and takes the GodKing by the hair, helping him up to a kneel. The referee quickly admonishes him, giving a reminder that the rules are in place for this contest and that he intends to uphold them. The Maniac Unmasked holds his hands up into the air, proclaiming his intention to comply and play fairly, before raising a knee sharply across Strife's cheek and leaving him sprawled out across the mat again. The body of the Romanian barely has time to quit trembling from the impact before the first boot stomps down upon his skull. Encore after encore ensues, each vicious crash ebbing away at his consciousness. When it begins to look as though the onslaught is shifting from assault to homicide, Ryu steps in and backs Azrael away, threatening him once more with disqualification. The Bastard of Babylon shrugs off such concerns, stepping past him with the rising Czar of Scars caught in his psychotic sights as he approaches him from the rear.

"Now come on! I despise Vladimir as much as the next guy, but this isn't right. Azrael hasn't so much as allowed him to get back to his feet since he jumped him before the match even officially began!"
"Jesus, are you serious? This is the guy who violently attacked Maddox and then beat the living hell out of Eric Goodman while Maddox watched on. It was awesome and hilarious that he did those things, but if you're throwing shit in the fan, you can't complain about a little splatter."
"Words of wisdom from Joey Miles, folks.. it just doesn't get more eloquent than that..."

As Vladimir struggles to get his feet under him, Azrael pounds his forearm down across the spine of the Romanian, keeping him in place while he makes his way around him. The Maniac Unmasked tilts Strife's chin up, coldly gazing into the eyes of the Behemoth before raining blows from his right hand across the man's face. The GodKing fires away with a meager punch of his own to his foe's gut, but the fervor and energy is missing, his brain still scrambled from the cerebral jig it's been treated to. The unrelenting torrent of knuckles whittle away at the Barbarian Lord, drawing him closer to the canvas with every shot as the fans begin to grow vocal in their opposition to Azrael's less-than-savory tactics thusfar.

"Azrael has played this one dirty from the get-go and these fans aren't pleased."
"Ah, fuck them. There's a referee in there, he can stop it if he has a problem with it."
"That may be so, but this still isn't winning over anyone's respect or adoration."
"And what about Azrael makes you think he's interested in either? Neither of these men give a shit what the fans think. They've been completely clear as far as that goes."

"Awww, is the poor wittle GodKing too tired from talking to actually fight?"

Worried his plaything of the night has broken too soon, Azrael reaches down, swatting his open right hand across the jaw of the Behemoth. The slap reinvigorates Vladimir, who begins to stir and start working toward returning to his feet. Another catches him across the ear as he's just getting a boot planted to canvas and the Barbarian Lord suddenly thrusts his shoulder into his opponent's gut, taking him off of his feet and driving him into the corner to a brief round of applause. Strife shifts into reverse, looking to impale him once more, but Entropy's Servant has other plans as he sets his forearms under the jawline of the GodKing and laces his finger, locking him in place tightly before bringing several sharp shots from his knee across Vlad's visage, then haphazardly slings him back down to the mat.

"Dear Lord! Those brutal strikes from Azrael just maiming the Barbarian Lord's face!"
"Oh yeah! Fuck 'em up, Azael!"
"I would have thought you more of a Vlad fan, with him sharing your enthusiasm for profanity.."
"'Enthusiasm for profanity?'... Oh! You mean the fact that he cusses like a fucking sailor with his dick caught in a zipper! Well, sure, that earns him some points in my book, but I am - first and foremost - a fan of violence, Ted."

The Violet Eyed Psycho helps the battered and bruised Behemoth back to his feet, quickly applying a side headlock to keep the pain and pressure on him. Vladimir doesn't miss a beat in fighting back, shoving an elbow into Azrael's stomach. The former tag champion responds swiftly, raising his catch up to full height before bashing the cap of his skull across Strife's brow. Each man takes a step away from the impact, wincing and trying to shake out the cobwebs, it seeming as though both possess as thick a skull literally as they each do metaphorically. The Maniac Unmasked is first to straighten his vision and assists his opponent in doing the same as he once more tags his cheek with his palm. A grin forms across his mouth in joy at treating the GodKing, a man he considers the definition of a false idol, like a misbehaved dog, but is quickly batted away as the Romanian returns the favor, the stinging clap of flesh ringing out high into the rafters to the delight of the San Diego crowd. The return to sender disrespect is punctuated by Vladimir jutting his fist forward toward his foe, prominently displaying his favorite finger at the end of it. The incensed instigator throws a hard right across the temple of the Barbarian Lord, rocking his head back. As it pops back to it's standard position, a fist of his own rockets forth, rattling Azrael's teeth and sending him reeling. He glances at his opponent harshly, a faint glimmer of shock etched in his features at the power of the smaller man's strike.

The Bastard Son of Babylon, furious at the growing rebellion of his opposition, descends upon him, swinging clobbering blow after another upon him with no regards to rhyme or reason as Vlad raises his arms to try to defend himself from the onslaught. His minimal defense fails to hold up, shots soon pounding across him like bombs, working him over until he begins to slink against the ropes. Azrael takes the wilting warlord by the wrist, keeping him from spilling out of the ring. He gives it a hard tug, ripping Strife away from them as he flings him toward the far side of the squared circle. The GodKing turns to meet the cables with his back, rebounding toward the awaiting enemy, who casts a broad berth with his left arm. The Sinner ducks under it's trajectory, lifting his own left to meet it perpendicularly. As he comes in behind Entropy's Servant, Vladimir swings around the contact, bringing his right arm over and down across the shoulder blade of his opponent. He puts his weight into it, forcing him down to the canvas as he pulls the limb up like a lever, putting pressure on it's connection to the torso as he garners some more favor with the audience.

"Fuck yeah, Fujiwara armbar out of nowhere!"
"Certainly an impressive move and it seems to have some support from these fans."

Ryu squats into place nearby, ready to call for the bell if Azrael throws in the towel. He has no plans of doing so, however, as he begins to claw his way inch my inch toward the ropes, having to drag the GodKing along as he stays devoted to his cause, tightly clutching the arm with all of his might. The Enigma of Evil reaches for the ropes, his fingertips just shy of them as agony racks his body. His free hand wavers in the air, begging to relent the contest in spite of the desires of his black heart. The former tag team champion's hand pounds the mat, nails digging into the canvas as he hauls himself and the 234 lb Romanian on his shoulder into range of the cables. He grasps them at long last, the referee calling for Vlad to break the hold to his relief.

"And Azrael just barely makes it to the ropes to break the hold."
"It's not as if that nutjob would actually throw in the towel anyhow. If Vlad broke his arm, he'd probably thank him and keep on fighting."

The pair wastes no time in getting back to their feet, each looking to get the jump on the other. Azrael is the first to do so, the wing of his boot finding it's mark across the veteran's gut. Vlad lurches forward, an arm barred across his belly, as the Maniac Unmasked throws a vicious kick at his leg. To his surprise, the GodKing fires off with one of his own, catching it across the inside of the oncoming knee. A sharp pain runs through his thigh, but the Violet Eyed Psycho tries again, figuring this some sort of fluke. Once more, his attack is stopped short as the Romanian's foot slaps across the midpoint of his limb and forces it back. The Slayer of False Idols changes tactics, swinging his arm up and looking to take Strife's head off with it. The Barbarian Lord quickly raises his own, jutting his elbow forth to meet the crook of his opponent's arm. The Bastard Son of Babylon tries to shake off the pain in his battered arm and the Behemoth turns the tables, throwing a ball of knuckles for the chin of the younger man. Azrael proves his own mettle, however, sidestepping the punch and grabbing Wrath Personified by the hair as he follows through, using it to yank him down toward the mat and the knee he props up in his path. Vlad's back slams down across the knee and he rolls off, arching it as his face twists into a grimace.

"Aw, come on! I'm no fan of Vlad's, to say the least, but that was uncalled for!"
"Hey, shit happens. Vlad touts himself as the greatest of all times, he has to be prepared for anything."

Vladimir gets up to his hands and knees, trying to get back into the action with it ingrained in his mind that he'll find no reprieve under the rule of the Maniac Unmasked.

"I know your type, GodKing.."

A thunderous sound climbs into the heavens as a boot connects with the Hardcore King's ribcage with enough force to roll him over a full rotation. As he grips his abdomen,  a coughing fit taking hold as he tries to regain the wind knocked from his lungs, Azrael looms over him, maintaining full control over the contest for the time being.

"You prey on the weak, the defenseless.. You slaughter them to build up this image of an indestructable God. I'm guess that without your cheap tactics, you're utterly stumped against anyone who is more than a sacrificial lamb.."

Entropy's Servant presses his boot to Strife's arm and uses it to leverage him over onto his back. He lifts it, pressing his heel down into the miserable countenance of the Czar of Scars and begins to grind it, working over his features.

"You're not invincible, Vladimir.. Even the most violent man in the world is still just a man. No matter how highly you think of yourself, you still have a breaking point and I'm going to find it."

The Violet Eyed Psycho takes the Barbarian Lord by the hand and uses it to pull him back up to his feet, stepping in close before pulling him forward and about in spin, aimed for the ropes yet again. The Czar of Scars turns to face him, planting his heels down hard and yanking the Maniac Unmasked forth. He rolls his shoulder forward, meeting the upper arm of Azrael with it to great effect. The Bastard Son of Babylon stumbles away and puts distance between them as he favors the abused appendage, rubbing the aching muscles for relief. Vlad steps in behind him, wrapping his arms about the waist of the younger man, but an elbow comes firing back, pounding across his temple and leaving him dazed. He quickly gathers himself to face Azrael yet again, but the short lapse in his offense is more than enough to pave the way for the massive boot that pounds him from jawline to hairline and leaves him gazing at the arena lights once more.

"Oh my god, what a boot! He just damn near took Vladimir's head off!"
"Looks like the tooth fairy is going to have a busy fucking night after that one."

Feeling unable to catch a break in the midst of the onslaught, Strife rolls underneath the bottom rope and takes to ringside, looking to recuperate from what has thusfar been a one-sided fight.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to sit on your high horse without your lackeys holding you up?"

Vlad takes offense to the comments and steps up onto the edge of the ring, grabbing onto the middle rope to assist him. As Azrael comes for him, the GodKing darts his upper body in under the top rope, looking to plant his shoulder into the stomach of Entropy's Servant. Instead, he finds a mouthful of patella as the former tag champion hits him with another deadly strike of his knee. He goes limp, dropping down across the apron and flopping onto the black mats below. The Barbarian Lord scrambles to his feet as his opponent slips out through the ropes after him. The referee begins his count, trying to encourage the men back to the squared circle. "1!" He takes the rising Romanian by the back of the skull, using the vantage point to direct him into the barricade with a thud. "2!" The Bastard Son of Babylon then presses a hand to the Czar of Scars's chin, pushing it back and bowing his spine across the railing. First row fans take advantage of this, reaching out for a unique opportunity to touch the XWA superstars. "3!" Azrael dips down, putting his own shoulder to Vladmir's midsection and wrapping an arm around him before lifting him into the air and bringing his lower back down across the top of the barricade. "4!" Strife howls out in misery as pain shoots through his back from the impact. The Maniac Unmasked looks to double up on his advantage, pulling the Behemoth into the air once more and lurching forth with him. "5!" Wrath Personified quickly wraps his legs around his enemy's torso and his arm about his neck, directing his weight back to pull the both of them over the spectator-participant border and down onto the foremost row of seating with a crunch of steel. The call of "6!" is inaudible over the rising cries of "HOLY SHIT!" from the San Diego crowd. "7!"

"THE CHAIRMANITY, TED!! THE CHAIRMANITY!"
"Oh, would you shut up?"
"NOCANNITY!"

"8!" The Hardcore King comes back into view over the barricade as the time dwindles down and quickly swings a leg over onto the railing, pulling himself over. "9!" Vladimir rolls into the ring, but only far enough as to reverse himself and break the count, never content to take the easy victory. He has begun to amass somewhat of a following, the odd fan here and there about the arena screaming on encouragement for the Avatar of Avarice. He returns to where he left his opponent and finds him also stirring in the wake of the DDT onto the chairs. Strife closes in the distance, but underestimates the resolve of Azrael, who snaps into action, taking the GodKing by the head and bashing it down across the guardrail, sending him reeling. The Enigma of Evil makes his ways back over, lying in wait for the false idol to face him. Once he does so, the Bastard Son of Babylon charges wildly at him and the steel steps beyond him. Vladimir swings out of his way, slipping a foot in front of the Violet Eyed Psycho's shin and slapping the other across the crevice of his knee, sending him toppling forward face first across the tread, a gunshot like bang emanating from the collision. His motionless body slinks down the steps, streaking crimson on silver as it leaks from a gash that splits down the center of his left eyebrow.  

"Jesus Christ! Vlad just split Azrael wide open with a drop toe hold across those steel steps!"
"They weren't meant for that, dammit! Dammit bejesus, how on Earth by God Almighty will they be able to walk back into the ring!"

Ted shoots a disapproving look at the mimicry, Joey snickering and shrugging.

"Blame Romania.. it's contagious."

Having a decisive advantage at last, the Barbarian Lord is eager to capitalize, pulling the champion of hope to his feet and stuffing him back into the ring. He follows behind, grabbing one of Azrael's legs and hoisting it up as the referee drops down into place and looks for the three count.

"1!"

"2!"

The Maniac Unmasked pops up from the pinfall attempt, casting the Czar of Scars aside as he escapes defeat. The men take their time in raising back up to their feet, each battered but determined to prove themselves against the other. Azrael throws the first shot as they begin their struggle for the upper hand once more. The glancing knuckles across the chin are returned to their sender and the men take a step back, each shaking out the cobwebs. They take to their posts shortly, blow after blow traded across the center of the ring, rocking one another back - their legs threatening to surrender what their pride cannot. A large right from the GodKing pounds across his opponent's laceration, forcing him back into a corner as he wipes blood from his stinging eye. Vladimir attempts to go after him, but Ryu steps in, talking him back as his opponent's focus drifts from defense to offense. His fingers begin to prod and pull at the white strands along the back of the turnbuckle fervently. In short order, he unlaces them, pulling off the padded, protective layer and dropping it down to the floor. Looking back toward the center stage, he finds his opponent and the official still exchanging words and moves in for the kill. Azrael's massive upper arm barely avoids the referee as Strife pushes him out of harm's way and finds it's mark across the latter's collarbone, batting him supine to a fresh chorus of jeers.

"HERE'S JOHNNY! Azrael just fucking floored Vlad with that!"
"He certainly did and that is just a hard move to get up from. I do not envy the GodKing right now."

Not yet content, Azrael leads the Barbarian Lord upright, taking him by the hair and leading him toward the exposed turnbuckle. Vladimir proves he's not yet beaten, however, slamming his clenched digits into the pit of the former tag champion's solar plexus and robbing him of precious oxygen. He tackles his attacker, driving him back first into the corner, the metal joint hitting just between the Maniac Unmasked's shoulder blades. The younger man drops down onto his bottom, the base of his skull resting upon the middle pad. Seeing an opportunity, the Czar of Scars rushes to the opposing corner, some cheers calling out in recognition of what he's after. He comes racing back across the squared circle's length, bounding into the air with both feet aimed at his opponent's chest. Azrael raises his right foot, stopping Vladimir in his tracks as it catches his crotch. The Behemoth lurches forward, pivoting upon the interruption. His skull slams down onto the unprotected steel elbow, leaving him with his own gash across his crown. He collapses onto the Slayer of False Idols, who swiftly pushes the Romanian off and begins towing him toward the center of the ring.

"Fucking hell! That was vicious.. and awesome! We're going to need someone out here to scrape his brains off of that turnbuckle!"
"Jesus.. both of these men are bleeding and this isn't a no-disqualification or a hardcore match, this is just a standard contest!"
"See, they managed to take some basic and boring and make it fun, Ted!"
"I'm not sure I'd say all that, but it definitely displays the violent nature of these men and just how explosive it can be when you pit these sorts of individuals against one another."

Ryu takes his place, testing the pinfall as a ruby red stream runs through the Barbarian Lord's follicles toward him.

"1!"

"2!"

"TH-!"

"HE'S GOT HIM - NO! VLAD KICKED OUT!"

As the Behemoth rolls over, he brings his arm over Azrael's and presses him back down to the canvas, seizing his tortured arm and pulling it toward himself, giving the Fujiwara armbar another try. Before his opponent can begin to claw away, Vlad pushes up to his feet and steps onto the Maniac Unmasked's shoulder with one of them, still tugging at the limb as he does. The former tag champion becomes animated with the fresh surges of agony, his eyes flipping from hysterically wide to clenched shut and back as he tries to cope with the pain. He uses his free hand to try to drag himself back toward the ropes once again, but finds himself unable to gain ground in his quest. The suffering only gets worse as Strife puts on more pressure, taunting the Violet Eyed Psycho in the process.

"I'll break it off and use it to fist your mother, you son of a bitch!"

This does little to incite cooperation. Azrael's arm waver in the direction of the far off cables that had proven his salvation before, but hope begins to fade, his consciousness following suit as the sheer torment begins to prove too much. Entropy's Servant goes limp and Ryu is quick to take his free hand, lifting it from the canvas before releasing it to check for cognizance. It falls back down to the mat without hesitation. The official tries again, a second drop finding the same conclusion. As he raises it for the third time, Vladimir relents his hold, hopping up before bringing a knee down across the appendage and ripping it out of the referee's grasp. The younger man returns to life with a sharp scream, clutching it close to him as he rolls over onto his back. Giving no opportunity for his opponent to catch a breather, the Czar of Scars gets back up and takes to the air once more, stretching his leg out before him and bringing it down across the length of Azrael's body, the heel of his boot bouncing off of his pearly whites. The Maniac Unmasked abandons the contest momentarily, retreating to the outskirts of the ring as he nurses his swelling lips and throbbing shoulder. Strife stands tall before him in the ring, waving him on, eager to continue to the brawl. The San Diego faithfuls cheer him on in this, a sort of appeal growing about the brash Romanian legend.

"SON OF A BITCH LEGDROP! Hell of a night to be a tooth fairy indeed!"
"What a brutal and just ugly move on the behalf of the Barbarian Lord. I may not have much good to say about this man, but I'll say he's definitely earned that nickname."

Azrael slips back into the ring, Vlad giving him ample time to get up before moving in. He takes the Slayer of False Idols by the arm, pulling him in and turning out of the path, whipping him toward the ropes, but Entropy's Servant continues through, visiting the same upon the Barbarian Lord. As Strife's back slaps against the supporting cables, his momentum shifts, sending him toward Entropy's Servant, who bends down in the hopes of a back body drop. Vladimir stops himself short and stands before him, pointing at his opponent and pandering to the crowd with an incredulous look. He shakes his head, expressing disappointment that his foe would so much as attempt such a basic move against him. Azrael, confused by the seeming absence of his fellow competitor, looks up and finds himself greeted by a middle finger just inches in front of his face. The audience has a laugh at his expense, but the gesture only sends him into a fury. The Bastard Son of Babylon pounces upon his foe, grounding him before raising his arm and bringing down a pointed elbow across his forehead. He follows with a quick succession of them, each one dropping across the break in Vlad's skin and spilling more of it's contents until the man in the zebra-striped shirt intervenes, pulling Azrael off and threatening to disqualify him.

Strife slowly gets back up to a seated position, his cranium throbbing from the thrashing it has taken tonight. Azrael steps into place behind him, hunkering down before pressing his palms against the Barbarian Lord's temples. His fingers wrap forward, nails burying into the torn and tender flesh and digging at it viciously. The GodKing yells out in agony as the fingers pry at his wound, spreading it as blood drips down his face. The referee spots this quickly and begins his count, showing the star he is willing to end the contest if he doesn't give up the underhanded tactics.

"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"4!"

"I think I'm going to be sick! That was just flat out disturbing! Azrael just ripping at that cut on Vlad's head like picking meat off of the bone!"
"Aww, man, this has been a good one! These men are just tearing one another apart! I fucking love it!"

Azrael abandons the clawing to keep himself in contention, letting the Behemoth crawl away as Ryu chastises him. As he steps back out of the way to let the contest continue, he incidentally reveals the GodKing standing behind him, his left leg pressed back against the canvas and body pivoting toward Entropy's Servant. The poised right hand is more than enough to tip him off to the most dominating strike in the King's arsenal - the Lights Out. Vladimir's arm shoots out at him, a snap of his wrist and hand at the end mimicking a whip as it pounds across his open palm. Azrael clamps down upon it, having only just cancelled his vacation from consciousness. He pulls the arm up and slips his own under it and across the Czar of Scars' chest, grabbing onto his shoulder as he steps in behind him. He stuffs his balled up fist between the thighs of the Barbarian Lord and hoists him up into the air, spinning him to point headfirst at the mat and slipping his arm out from between his legs to bar it across his gut. As they drop down, Strife swings his legs forward, managing to slip through the minimal grip Azrael's ravaged arm can manage and plants his soles firmly on the canvas. The Violet Eyed Psycho sits out before him and the Sinner scoops in, reaching past his head and sliding his forearms into the bends of the younger man's arms. He yanks him up off of the mat, now flipping him head over heels instead before lifting his legs and crashing down. Azrael's shoulders and the base of his skull slam against the canvas with a thunderous boom, Vlad hooking an arm around his thigh to keep them planted firm.

"SKESIS DRIVER! SKESIS DRIVER!"
"HOLY FUCK! THAT'S IT! IT'S OVER!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

Vladimir casts aside the collateral damage of his 84th victory as the bell rings out to make it official. He rises back to his feet as 'Sumeria' begins to blare through the P.A. As Ryu raises his hand up, he looks around the arena, unsure of how to take the little bit of growing support as a select and small fragment of the crowd begins to chant along with the music.

"HEY, THROUGH ANGER, WE HUNGER FOR GOD!
HEY NOW, THROUGH ANGER, WE HUNGER FOR GOD!"

"84-3! Vladimir Strife has done it again! Is there anyone that can stop this man - this war machine - and the devastation he's left in his wake in his conquest to take down the Toughest, Strongest and Fastest in this business?!"
"I don't know, Ted, but I know we're damn sure going to find out in just a few more weeks at Endure!"

Okay, first off, this needs to be read since it's a prematch thing: https://xwauniverse.forumotion.com/t15638-segment-65-azrael-untitled-promo

Second, this really isn't my best match. I'm kinda sick, AND got writer's block. Sorry Vlad, this wasn't really good. Hopefully we can have another match when I'm in a better state >_>
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DING DING DING

With the bell ringing to signify the start of this contest, Azrael dashes at his already worn down opponent; who is barely on his feet, an arm slung over the rope as the GodKing tries to pull himself up. Without any hint of hesitation, the Bastard Son of Babylon clocks the Czar of Scars squareon the cheek with a vicious elbow strike. Strife’s head snaps to the side as he stumbles backwards, obviously stunned by the shot. Azrael continues on with the assault, pulling his leg back then launching his knee right into The Sinner’s midsection. The Sinner bends over from the shot, with his hands on his stomach in an attempt to nurse the damage. Looking to knock his opponent down once more,  Azrael quickly wraps his arm around Vladimir’s head,  then suddenly drops falls back in a quick manner, driving Strife’s head into the canvas with a Snap DDT. As Entropy’s Servant releases the GodKing’s head, the latter quickly grabs onto the top of his skull from the sudden shock like jolt of pain. Azrael gets to his feet, backing up to a corner and leaning against it to catch his breath. He eyes the fallen King, who is trying to get to his feet slowly, his face obviously showing the pain he’s in.

|Cedar| ”From what we’re seeing, it’s as if Azrael didn’t even fall from a great height 2 weeks ago! ”

|Miles| ”What the hell is he doing!? He’s supposed to go for those without hope for the future! Maddox and shit! Not Strife!”

As the Czar of Scars gets back on his feet, trying to maintain balance as he leans on the ropes, Azrael quickly charges at him. Before the Violet Eyed Psycho can even get near his opponent, Vladimir suddenly jumps and falls back, flinging his legs forwards. His feet connect with the Bastard Son of Babylon’s knees, prematurely ending his assault as he staggers, placing a hand on his knee from the force of the strike. With Entropy’s Servant dead in his tracks temporarily, Vladimir quickly capitalizes;  running past his opponent and jumping forwards, eyeing the back of Azrael’s shin and smashing his bicep onto it. The Violet Eyed Psycho falls backwards, losing his footing from the strike. Vladimir quickly gets to his feet as his opponent hits the mat, then waits for his opponent to get up as he tends to his injuries. Azrael isn’t down for long, quickly getting back to one knee and eventually to a vertical base. The GodKing then raises both his arms in front of his opponent, looking for some sort of lock up. Azrael smirks, then raises his arms, seemingly agreeing to initiate the tie up. As The Czar of Scars gets near, though, the Bastard Son of Babylon throws pulls his right arm back and throws it towards his opponent. Unfortunately for him, Vladimir quickly catches the strike with his left arm. Azrael stares at his opponent, as if slightly ticked off with his reflexes. Vladimir however, looks angry.

|Strife| ”You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Is brawling all you can do? Two can play at this game!”

As soon as the Romanian Legend ends his retort, he forcefully launches his knee into Azrael’s abdomen.  The Violet Eyed Psycho doubles down, his mouth hanging agape from the strength of the strike. With his opponent bent down, the Personification of Wrath raises his right arm above his head and slams the edge of his forearm across Azrael’s back. Entropy’s Servant drops to all fours after the nerve racking shot. Looking to wear the Bastard Son of Babylon down,  Strife steps over his opponent’s back and squats. He then places each of Azrael’s arms on his knees, then both of his hands over his opponent’s mouth. Vladimir then pulls back, applying pressure on Azrael’s  neck and spine. The Violet Eyed Psycho flails his arms and legs, trying to escape, or perhaps lessen the pain. Vladimir cranks his opponent’s head back farther, gritting his teeth and intent on making Entropy’s Servant tap or snap, whichever comes first. Ryu Sanu tends to Azrael, asking if he taps, but his words are only met with loud, irritated grunts. The Bastard Son of Babylon violently whips his head from side to side, desperately trying to get out of the hold. Suddenly, Azrael wraps his arms around Vladimir’s legs. With all the strength he has, he slowly tries to get back on his feet, gettong on one knee. Strife throws quick, short, right hands at his opponent’s temple, trying to get him down. This doesn’t do much, as Azrael finally gets to his feet after much struggling. He isn’t exactly stable, though. In an effort to get Vlad off of him, Azrael charges backwards towards the turnbuckles behind him. He rams the GodKing into the padded metal, effectively removing his grip as the Romanian groans in pain from his vertebrae driven onto the steel. Strife then falls down into a sitting position, leaning his head against the second turnbuckle; while Azrael gets back down to one knee with a hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to nurse the pain from the submission hold. After a while, Azrael turns back to face his opponent, who is now almost on his feet, leaning on the turnbuckles. Upon seeing this, Azrael dashes at his opponent and drives his knee straight into Vladimir’s gut. Not satisfied, the Violet Eyed Psycho, pushes the GodKing’s head towards the corner, having him lean on it. Azrael proceeds to wildly throw punches at his opponent’s temple. Vladimir raises his arms up in front of his face in defense, but this does nothing to stop Azrael, who is pretty much in a trance, throwing blow after blow and wearing the Czar of Scars down, who eventually drops to one knee. Azrael backs up a bit, then charges at his opponent, clocking him square in the chin with his right knee. Vladimir falls backwards back into a sitting position, his head leaning on the second turnbuckle. Azrael tilts his head with a disappointed look on his face, he’s supposed to be facing a GodKing.  Nevertheless, his expression soon reverts back to an emotionless gaze as he raises his arm above his head. The Bastard Son of Babylon then slams the bottom of his fist onto the top of the GodKing’s skull, as if trying to crack it open. Vladimir jerks from the shot, which makes Azrael drop another strike over his head, eventually doing so in a primal, repetitive, yet focused manner repeatedly onto the Romanian’s skull.

|Cedar| ”Just when we thought Strife has finally gained control, Azrael’s back to pummeling him to his heart’s content.”

The strikes eventually have the Czar of Scars down on the mat, flat on his back near the ropes. With his opponen lying on the floor, Azrael then grabs the top rope with both of his hands.  As soon as Vlad moves, the Violet Eyed Psycho raises his right foot up and then drives his heel into Vladimir’s side. The Personification of Wrath groans in pain, but his voice is cut short as Azrael proceeds to drop his heel onto Vladimir’s body over and over again, each strike battering the GodKing down even further. The GodKing then rolls out of the ring to escape the beating, falling down onto the ground at ringside. Entropy’s Servant quickly slides out of the ring in pursuit, never taking his eyes off of his opponent. As Vladimir gets back on his feet, pulling himself up by grabbing the barricade; Azrael slowly approaches him, like a snake closely observing its meal. Vladimir turns back as he senses his opponent near him, throwing a blind right fist as he does so, fortunately connecting with Azrael’s cheek. The Bastard Son of Babylon’s head whips to the side from the force of the shot. With his opponent stunned, Vladimir grabs Azrael’s arm and irish whips him towards the steel steps. The Maniac Unmasked crashes onto it shoulder first with a thunderous sound  of the impact of flesh and steel, knocking the top part of the steps down. Azrael grabs his arm in pain, slowly trying to get up; while Vladimir marches toward him, his eyes burning with rage. As Azrael slowly rises, the GodKing doesn’t even let him back to a vertical base, rushing at him and raising his foot up at the last second, almost decapitating the Maniac Unmasked with a brutal Yakuza Kick. Azrael falls back down onto the ground, but this isn’t for long as Vlad grabs him by the back of his neck and rolls him back into the ring. Vladimir slides back into the ring and walks straight towards his opponent. He then grabs Azrael’s arm and pulls him back to a vertical base, only to kick him in the gut and wrap his arm around the Bastard Son of Babylon’s head. Vladimir slings his opponent’s arm over his neck, then uses his strength to lift Azrael above his head and fall back, dropping Azrael down to the mat with a suplex. Entropy’s Servant flails his legs up from the impact, arching his back. Vladimir then goes for the cover.

|Referee| ”1! 2!”

Azrael manages to lift his shoulder up by 2, much to the GodKing’s dismay. Seeing as he needs to do more to put the Maniac Unmasked down, Vladimir gets back up to his feet, then runs towards the ropes. As he ricochets back, he jumps up and outstretches his leg, dropping it down onto Azrael’s chest, his heel impacting with his opponent’s mouth. Azrael quickly rolls to the side, holding his mouth with one hand and his chest with the other from the attack.

|Miles| ”SON OF A BITCH!....legdrop. ”

|Cedar| ”You totally called that just so you could swear.”

A small portion of the crowd, familiar with Vladimir Strife, pops from the use of the move. This brings a sly smirk to the face of the GodKing, who grabs Azrael by his head and pulls him back up to a vertical base. The Behemoth then grabs Azrael’s arm and slings him towards the ropes with an Irish Whip.  As the Enigma of Evil runs back at his opponent, he suddenly outstretches his arm at the last second, hitting Vladimir with a sudden Here’s Johnny clothesline with the force of a car crash. The GodKing drops to the mat with a resounding thud. At this point, Azrael doesn’t even go for the pin, instead walking straight to the nearest turnbuckle. The Bastard Son of Babylon grabs the top padded turnbuckle and rips its cover off effortlessly. Azrael then turns back to face his opponent, who is now on one knee. Azrael approaches him and quickly grabs the back of his neck, then violently drags him towards the exposed turnbuckle. As they get near it, the Maniac Unmasked suddenly throws the GodKing face first onto the exposed metal. Vladimir’s head bounces off of it, but Azrael catches his opponent’s head, then proceeds to repeatedly bash his head into the exposed steel in a savage, brutal manner. Each strike inciting sympathy for the once thought to be invincible, sadistic GodKing. With a few more rams to the exposed turnbuckle, Vladimir’s forehead draws blood. Upon seeing it, a sly smirk is seen on Azrael’s face. He then lets go of his grip on the Czar of Scars, who backs away from the turnbackle groggily and disoriented. Looking to end this, Azrael takes a hold of both of the Behemoth’s hands from behind, then leans his head back to Vladimir’s back. The Violet Eyed Psycho then turns 180 degrees, twisting one of his opponent, and his own’s arms above his head. Now in a position similar to the Unprettier, Azrael suddenly squats a bit and then straightens his legs, and arms, carrying the GodKing behind him in such a way that he looks crucified. Azrael then turns back to face the turnbuckle, still carrying the Czar of Scars, who is shaking around in an attempt to escape the grip, but to no avail. The Bastard Son of Babylon suddenly tosses the Romanian Legend forwards, his opponent hitting the exposed turnbuckle chest first through an inverted crucifix powerbomb, squeezing all the air out of the GodKing's lungs. The GodKing holds his chest from the impact, then falls backwards, landing flat on his back out cold. With his opponent laid out, Azrael grabs both of his opponent’s arms and drags the GodKing like a lifeless corpse towards the center of the ring in a slow, twitchy, yet eerie manner. As he lays Vladimir down in the center of the squared circle, he then drops down on him for the pin.

|Referee| ”1! 2! 3!”

DING DING DING

|Cedar| ”Gosh. That was rather..sudden.”

|Miles| ”WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!? ”

|Watts| ”Here is your winner, Azrael!”

The Maniac Unmasked gets back to a vertical base, looking down on the unconscious GodKing; while “You Know You’re Right” by Nirvana plays throught the arena. Suddenly, Azrael pulls the Czar of Scars up to his feet. The Violet Eyed Psycho pushes the Behemoth towards the turnbuckle, having Vladimir lean on it. With that, Azrael drops down and slides through the bottom rope; then walks up the ramp. Vladimir looks confused, yet pissed as he’s been beaten.

|Cedar| ”A rare display of respect from the psycho, it seems.”

|Miles| ”Again, What the fuck? Azrael seems to have hit his head too hard on Rev Wars, what’s going on!?”

XWA then shows an image of the next match, before cutting to commercial break.