Due March 30th, 2015 @ 11:59 PM EST

Tables, Ladders, & Chairs Match

Word Limit: 4,000 (One Post)

Winner becomes the #1 Contender for the XWA World Heavyweight Championship

A tables, ladders and chairs match is an extension of a Ladder match with chairs and tables also being present as legal weapons. In order to win, a wrestler must retrieve the clipboard suspended above the ring.

So @Abdelrahman is going first

@Hellfire and Brimstone can I go second? I don't think I'll be able to have enough time if I'm in the last place.

Cool sounds like a plan, but if it comes down to it (time) I'm posting whenever haha.

@Hellfire and Brimstone

Change of plans, Abdel can't go til Thursday, so you go first.

Booking my place. I'm not sure why Caine hasn't posted yet, even though I was being told he was writing pretty much all this week, but yeah, sorry if you guys have to no-show because of this but I'm tired of waiting.

Ozzy wrote:

Cool sounds like a plan, but if it comes down to it (time) I'm posting whenever haha.

Fire in first served, I'm cool with this (again) Between you and your stuff, Decepitos on the back of graduating and me with my busy procrastination we are the perfect concoction for a disaster. We've got a very small window of time here, so if you don't want to write your ass off with the total of 4K, we can narrow it down to 2K? I'm writing 4K either way but yeah.

Extended.

If you fucks want to do three separate opening posts, that's fine.

Let me clarify.

THREE SEPARATE OPENING POSTS.

SO YOU DON'T WRITE YOUR FINISH IN THE POST. #DEALWITHIT

@Caine Cena @#FuckMountain

Good luck you guys. I won't be able to show. I just woke up lmao

The atmosphere in Madison Square Garden is absolutely electric!  Why?  Because three men were about to destroy themselves through tables, ladders and chairs simply for the opportunity to become world heavyweight champion.  All three individuals stare up at the single clipboard hanging above them, then turn their stares to the conveniently stacked table, ladder and chair nearby, returning to a stare-down at one another, knowing that a guaranteed shot at the world championship falls safely in the hands of whoever can seize that contract first.  As the three potential contenders step closer toward one another and make a tight pyramid, measuring one another through the brow in a guessing game of who will kick things off first, James twitching like crazy, breaking into a heated rant with Azrael, who is seemingly just as psychotic as James is, the stare-down is nothing but intense, from James Best’s lit medicated expression to E.G’s standard grumpy face, to the bloodied, smeared face of Azrael, the bloody hand marks really bringing out his eyes.  “You two are jokes! I’M the Real Deal!” bellows E.G, pointing at both Azrael and Best then pointing up at the clipboard, his ego silenced not by the two medicated and possessed psychopaths in front of him, but the black-painted ten foot ladder ringside which is taller than he is, as if the very ladder had tapped him on the shoulder as a gentle reminder of its existence.  E.G runs his hand across his chin and takes slightly too long to take his eyes from the ladder and both Azrael and Best shrug shoulders and flank Deal in an unspoken agreement, grunting and ranting as they rattle punches off like machinegun fire into the impossible target.  The audience reacts to this pack mentality in a mixture of hate-boos and cheers for their respective favourites, as the villainous alliance force Real Deal back against the ring ropes, taking and arm each to pushing him from them into a double irish-whip yet two men cannot move mountains, or in this case sandstone, and E.G Deal turns the tables and stops them in their tracks abruptly, knocking Azrael flat on his back with a headbutt, then James,  both men scrambling right back up on their feet and walking right into another round of head-butts each, James shouting “Damn it!” rolling to ringside and slamming his fists on the ring apron in a tantrum, while Azrael crawls to his knees in a daze, only to be picked up from the mat by Deal and raised into the air in a military press showcase of power, E.G bellowing like, well, a giant, and charging toward the top rope, throwing Azrael down on top of James with a crowd approved “OHHH!!!”  A roar of applause fills the Garden, as E.G Deal adjusts his black tights and runs to the far end of the ring ropes in big strides, coming back from the ropes looking to ram the men on the outside, full speed.  The crowd begin nervously standing in the front row fearing a three hundred pound suicide dive yet Best recovers with a jumping kick save off the second rope, and the front row can breathe all that much easier, beginning to relax when James jumps from the ring apron upon the top rope with a springboard, only it’s not for E.G Deal, coming right on top of Azrael instead with a big-time Senton!!  James Best grins, on his feet with his arms out like Jesus, smug as punch, looking back around for E.G Deal, who was already put both boots down on the ringside floor, James walking right into a big boot, Deal turning right into a BIG rolling elbow, as violent as it was surprising, and Azrael hops to a controlled stop, roaring in triumph like a great conqueror, a roar which carries over into deranged laughter.  Shaking his elbow sarcastically as if it were red-hot, the wild-eyed Azrael flicks the blood spatters from his eyes, his fingers stained in his own blood (self-inflicted from earlier in the evening) and Azrael steps over to the stack of ‘legal’ weapons in this match, legal by stipulation that is, taking hold of the chair at first and shaking his head with his nose screwed up, throwing it aside by the steel steps before grabbing hold of the ladder with a gleam in his wild eyes, picking his moment as both James and Deal groggily rise from the mat, standing side by side in front of him and “The Unmasked Maniac” charges with the ladder horizontally across his chest with a deep growl, however E.G Deal throws himself forwards into a dramatic shoulder barge, violently colliding with the closest end of the ladder, sending Azrael, and the ladder, into a surprised spin and the ladder strikes James skull with a dramatic crack whilst Azrael falls flat on his back, the ladder skittling across the floor!

Joey Miles
“What the fff-“

Ted Cedar
“-UGGGLY blow right there ladies and gentlemen, that was STEEL on SKULL!! I was hoping for something special and my god did E.G Deal deliver!”

The New York crowd are agasp yet amazed at the sight of James Best kicking his heels wildly on the thin rubber mats, clasping his head in his hands, which quickly stain red with every touch, confirming James head had been cracked wide open.  E.G Deal ignores James anguish and picks up the ladder, shoving it below the bottom rope and inside the ring, rolling in right after it.  Azrael can only watch on in disbelief at what had just happened.  “No… no NO NO!!!!” Azrael cries as E.G stacks the ladder up beneath the clipboard, “The Devil’s Reject” looking around to see the chair he’d discarded earlier, crawling over to scrape the chair from the mat and roll inside the ring with it, catching the attention of E.G Deal on his second or third step, who drops sideways from the ladder just as the chair slams where his knees had been with a dramatic clang!  Azrael hisses like a serpent, baring his bloodstained teeth he rushes toward Deal for another shot, chair raised over his head screaming like a banshee yet the Egyptian giant thrusts him upwards from the mat and smashes the chair, and Azrael’s face behind it with a thunderous “Very Egyptian” pop-up uppercut! The Devils Reject clutches his face in both hands, rolling on the mat from shoulder to shoulder as E.G Deal looms over him like a dark colossus, frowning down on him.  The Egyptian giant kicks the chair aside in a heated tantrum, having had enough of this match he begins pulling a ladder from the mat and slams it upright, catching James Best crawling up the ring ropes, trying to bring not one but TWO tablea along with him, visibly shaking yet standing all the same and E.G Deal growls “SON OF A –“ swooping in with both arms however James sidesteps, causing Deal to slump down on the top rope, James kicks the rope hard, causing it to smack E.G Deal in the face!  While the actual effect on the giant was minor, E.G Deal spins around looking for major damage only to find the quick kicks of James Best, striking his thigh with quick kicks which may as well have been baseball bats, roaring with intensity as he turns things up to a pace which can only be described as ballistic, leaving Deal hobbling behind him so James can turn and drag the tables inside the ring now, one after the other, stacking the first one forty five degrees against the turnbuckle, taking Deal by the wrist and sending him into a half-skip smack against the table, “The Destiny Holder” holding nothing more than his legs as he turns around with a tight wince right into a dropkick, drilling him right in the chest!  James clasps his neck, looking up at E.G in disappointment, thinking the table would have surely snapped behind him, James sucking it up and backing into the opposite corner once more.  The audience building into a steady “OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!” as James bolts across the ring like lightning, right into an absolutely horrific HERE’S JOHNNY Lariato! James violently rotates into a crash shoulder first on the mat, and Azrael rises, his face all but completely crimson, glaring across to E.G Deal spitting out spatters of blood which string from his bottom lip, and with a thunderous roar “The Unmasked Maniac” does what James could not, destroying the tables integrity and quite possibly E.G Deal’s kidney with a momentous SPEAR and timber snaps in half dramatically!  Azrael extends his arms out like Jesus one more time, his beady eyes shifting from the left section of the arena to the right, Azrael breaking into twisted laughter, continuing to cackle as he swaggers over to the ladder and begins taking a step up the rung, cupping his hand over his mouth wild-eyed as if to say “Uh-Oh!” and take another step, sarcastically looking around.

James is on his back groaning, yet moving nonetheless, whilst E.G Deal sits upright in spasms, spitting chips of timber which spray from his mouth.  Azrael takes another step, his focus slowly shifting from belittling his opponents to capturing the clipboard and the crowd suddenly pick up as James Best not only comes to life, but begins setting up the table by the ladder, stabbing his finger up at Azrael and making a cut his own throat gesture with it, pounding his fist down on the table and Azrael giggles childlishly, inviting him up and James doesn’t disappoint, furiously clambering up rung by rung, both men breaking into a brawl near the top of the ladder, exchanging brutal blow after brutal blow!  Azrael seems to be the slightly more vicious striker, clobbering James with a massive elbow and clambering higher to grab the clipboard but James, resilient as fuck, forces himself to match Azrael at the ladder top and while The Devils Reject has the clipboard, James detaches the pen from it and STABS AZRAEL IN THE FOREHEAD WITH IT!The tip of the pen lodges itself deep into Azrael’s brow and his eyes roll back, not out of possession but mere bodily convulsion and Azrael releases the clipboard, grabbing James up in the process and James desperately grabs onto something to save face, smirking as Azrael falls flat to the floor and James reaches high yet Azrael clobbers him with a wild punch, keeping him from going on and with E.G Deal back from table purgatory, shaking the ladder like a gorilla to a banana tree, James Best gulps down a sigh, takes one last look at the clipboard and snatches Azrael up with a uranage, screaming “GERONIMOOOO!!!” lunging from the top to dive DOWN, DOWN, DOWN and both men go through the table below with an AVALANCHE REDRUM BACKBREAKER!!!

Joey Miles
"FUCK?!!"