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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:32 am
Razor's post reminds me, I beat him too once...in a cage. That was a good one. 8)
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:44 am
No it wasn't. I wrote it in like 4 hours, had to choose between writing a rushed match and no showing. You still lost by one category, and tbh, Alex was an awful grader "Your match was more entertaining in 'entertainment factor' but I still have to give entertainment to Lawson, his was still better."
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:52 am
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:14 am
Razor Xtreme wrote:
No it wasn't. I wrote it in like 4 hours, had to choose between writing a rushed match and no showing. You still lost by one category, and tbh, Alex was an awful grader "Your match was more entertaining in 'entertainment factor' but I still have to give entertainment to Lawson, his was still better."
stfu you beat me by no show and brag about it
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:30 pm
My Holocaust match vs Danny Diamond.. Oh the irony.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 2:46 pm
I beat Mack, whether he showed or not I would've smashed that ass.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 3:29 pm
A rushed match for Razor is 4 hours? I usually write my matches in 2-3 hours.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 3:36 pm
'Twas back then when we still wrote entrances, endings, before match promos, etc.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 7:15 pm
I actually just read my match, it was horribly paced and had absolutely no selling...how the fuck did I win?
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 7:19 pm
Razor Xtreme wrote:
'Twas back then when we still wrote entrances, endings, before match promos, etc.
True. Still, 4 hours was probably my average time, if not a little less than that, for those type of matches. But, then again, I would still only right like 6/7 grand at most. You guys wrote way more.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 7:21 pm
When I was 1 category off beating Beth, twould have been sweet if I had won it.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Aug 01, 2013 8:24 pm
*Sits back and watches what is arguably classed as a fictional story dick-fight*
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:58 am
Ace VS Alex was my best match, but I'd lean towards Ace VS Samuel as a better atmosphere. No-one knowing who I was, I had to do something major to show I deserved the chance.
Beating Caleb was pretty sweet too
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:41 pm
^ I remember Ace vs Alex was the hardest match for me to grade since Caleb vs Mega. Alex went all out, when I read his match I was feeling certain he'd win, then I read your match and was like "WHY GOD WHY". Great matches.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:55 am
Either Alexis Rose vs. Vanessa Violet whern I finally beat LK for the first time as my female charachter or Alexis Rose vs Mello vs Vanessa Violet, Triple Threat Womens Championship Fans Bring The Weapons...now that was a classic read and every one who voted said I was second, even without getting votes.
Women's Triple Threat Fans Bring The Weapons:
Dean: "Still being biased I see."
Joey: "Biased my ass! Its the fucking truth. There is a reason why they are both co-owners of the title. They are just too fucking good for there to only be ONE champion."
Dean: "Well we shall see who truly is BAD after this match."
The arena dims to a dark pitch, having all eyes focus on the little light emulating from the titantron. Seconds later, a large oWn logo appears on the titantron and sets the stage for the first diva to enter the match. The metal-remix opening of "Love Game" by Lady Gaga hits the PA system and cues Mello to waltz out onto the stage, receiving a large ovation of boos. With no intention to pander to the audience, she makes a straight b-line to the ring and takes the steel steps up to the apron, climbing in through the ropes. She heads straight to her corner and looks towards the entrance for her other two opponents.
Dan Smith: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a triple threat match and it is for the 2WWF Women's championship! Entering first, from Columbus, Ohio, and weighing in at 120 lbs! She is one of the co-owners of the 2WWF Women's title. This. Is. MELLO!"
After her music finished, it is replaced by ‘One of Those Girls’ by Avril Lavigne. As the tune blares onto the PA system, Alexis Rose walks out from behind the curtains and hoists the Women’s Championship, which was perched on her shoulder, high for all to see. She parades down the ramp with the utmost confidence, almost shoving her status in the face of the fans that booed her.
Dan Smith: "Introducing next, from Dublin, Ireland, and weighing in at 181 lbs! She is the second co-owner of the 2WWF Women's champion! ALEXIS! ROSE!"
Once she reached the ring, Alexis climbs up to the apron quite quickly before stepping between the top and middle ropes. She goes to all four turnbuckles and raises the title for all to see, letting the fans know who to look out for in the contest. After finishing her taunting, Anvil hops off the ropes and hands the referee the championship, looking towards the entrance ramp for the final opponent.
"Nasty Girl" by Destiny's Child hits the PA system and sends the audience erupting out of their seats in cheers. With violet strobe lights filtering the arena, Vanessa Violet dances her way out through the curtains and raises her arms high, pointing at random members of the audience. Putting a little skip in her strut, Violet heads down the ramp, blowing kisses at fans in the front row, and slides into the ring before rising up on her knees while seductively flinging her hair back. After reaching her feet, she heads to the turnbuckle besides her and raises her arms once again to the crowd, looking to build some early momentum.
Dan Smith: "And finally the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 128 pounds. The Wild Flower! VANESSA! VIOLET!"
Violet hops off and looks across the ring at both her opponents, who both stared back at her. It was obvious that they both had the intention on eliminating her first. However, sooner or later, the two other divas will eventually end up duking it out for title. Hopefully, for Vanessa's sake, that is sooner than later. The referee saw all three divas ready and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING![/color][/b][/i]
The three divas in the ring bear looks of great determination and fortitude. Each female has an insatiable lust for victory, and is only compelled to accommodate their needs by venturing after the 2WWF Women's Championship. In this hostile environment, anything can happen, with the 2WWF fan-base itself providing the females with ammunition. As the referee explains the rules of the contest, the ladies exchange looks of intensity, each stretching their appendages to prepare for the match to follow. As the bell tolls, oWn team mates and Women's Championship co-holders Mello and Alexis Rose immediately get in each other's face. But after just a moment of bickering, they both begin to smirk, before shaking hands! The pigment drains from Vanessa's face as the two divas turn to face her, Alexis stepping forwards to lead the assault. Before she can do anything however, Rose is seized by an enigmatic Mello from behind and tossed to the outside of the ring with no second warning! The audience pops for this gesture, as does a relieved Vanessa Violet, before she is also removed from the ring by Mello, only this time by a Cactus Jack-esque clothesline! "The Mistress of Mayhem" wastes no time as she reaches her feet on the arena floor, as she reaches into the audience members, requesting a weapon. What she pulls from the crowd however, is not what she was expecting...A long, pink dildo. She turns to Vanessa with disgust, smacking her with the sex toy before turning her rage on the fan who had handed it to her.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!? THIS IS A COMPLETE AND UTTER DISRESPECT TO THE 2WWF WOMEN'S DIVISION!..."
Dean: "I'm...not even quite sure what to say."
Joey: "There's only one thing you can say partner...THAT BITCH JUST GOT SLAPPED WITH A FUCKING DILDO!"
The audience bursts into hysterics as Mello continues to verbally abuse the fan.
Mello's dignity being degraded by the audience member's tactics opens quite the window of opportunity for the previously tossed aside Alexis Rose. From the rowdy crowd, Rose pulls a oak-finish Gibson Les Paul acoustic guitar. She grins wide as she pulls the strap over her shoulder and approaches the ravenous Mello. From behind her, Alexis begins to try her musical talents, playing the strings of the epic banjo scene from the film Deliverance. The twangy sounds cause the rage-stricken champion to turn around, only to be immediately thrashed by the wooden frame of the instrument colliding with her skull, thus shattering it into hundreds of wooden shards! "The Queen of Wrestling" shoves Mello away from her with her foot, letting her "partner" fall to the arena floor. Before she can continue to dominate the rookie diva however, Rose is captivated by a recuperated "Wild Flower", who tosses her directly over the barricade and into the audience's ranks! As Rose slowly steps to a footed base, Vanessa reaches out to an object that interests her in the crowd behind Rose: a steel biker chain. She wraps the chain around her opponent's neck and begins to clamp her larynx shut by squeezing it tightly. Alexis fights out of the predicament with a vicious headbutt, before pulling Vanessa into a front chancery, yelling for the crowd to "move the fuck out of the way". She lifts her adversary up, before executing a devastating Vertical Suplex down upon the vacated chairs of the audience!
Dean: "Oh my lord! Alexis Rose has just potentially ended the career of Vanessa Violet, and unfortunately...costed a few of the fans their seats."
Joey: "Holy assfuck! Where did she learn to play Deliverance at?"
The audience members surrounding the carnage are in an absolute riot as Vanessa Violet lies in absolute wreckage upon the arena floor.
Alexis slowly begins to arise from the war zone, wondering which female she should direct her attention at. She decides that Mello is the ideal candidate, and thus hops the barricade. Mello is slowly crawling from the scene, but is quickly captivated by "The Queen of Wrestling". Rose grabs her by her belt and the top of her shirt before using her strength to toss Mello spine-first into the steel ring post with a thud! Alexis begins to taunt to the audience, who respond with ravenous support and weapon offerings. Mello crawls towards Joey, caressing her back as he hands her a black object from under the commentary table. As Alexis turns her attention back to her, Mello swings the object, gaining a direct hit with the forehead of Alexis Rose, crushing the identified Playstation 3 against her skull! As Alexis falls to the floor, Mello tosses the useless technology to the side and stands to see Vanessa slowly arising on the opposite side of the crowd barricade. She appears to have something cuffed in her hand as Mello grabs her by the hair. Vanessa releases Mello's grip in one swift motion, as she shatters the hidden light-bulb into Mello's forehead! "The Mistress of Mayhem" pulls back in utter shock as blood trickles down her face and Vanessa enters the ringside area. She takes a wild swing at Mello, only to have it surprisingly ducked under. Mello locks her arms around her foe's waist without a second thought, before rolling backwards with her adversary. When she returns to her feet, Mello snaps off the ending to her Achilles' Last Stand rolling German Suplex; directly into the steel ring steps!
The audience pops with sheer adrenaline as Vanessa Violet crashes through the ring steps and all three females have been successfully laid out.
Joey: "Now that shit was fucking class! She whacked Alexis right on the noggin' with that PS3. Nobody fucking likes PS3 anyways."
Dean: "I'm not even sure how Vanessa is going to work out the drive to continue in this match after those two blockbuster maneuvers being done on her by oWn's Alexis and Mello. Then again, the blood trickling into the eyes of Mello is assuredly going to play a big part in the factors of her performance tonight."
When adding up a Vertical Suplex on a row of steel chairs and a German suplex on the steel steps, the result is a severe equation of pain; one that Vanessa Violet expresses through her obnoxious cries in anguish. As the loyal 2WWF diva rolls upon the padded floor, arching her lower back from the raging pain it possessed, the currently standing and in-control Mello wipes the blood from her eyes and examines the audience for more weapons. She nonchalantly grabs the first thing she sees, which happens to be a broom, and waits until Violet rises up on all fours, before breaking the boom in half across her sore back! The "Wild" diva crumbles back to the floor and crawls away to avoid any more damage to her back, but she was unable to escape the swiftly Mello who follows her, assaulting her with stomps all over her body. After bringing Vanessa to a stop with the stomps, Mello receives a sliver dining fork from a front row fan and mounts on top of Violet, looking to piercing the fork through her forehead. The two divas test their strengths with the fork, as Violet valiantly holds it back and looks for the neartest weapon to thwart Mello. Just as the fork came close to her head, Violet surprises the "Mistress of Mayham" by picking up the long, pink dildo from earlier and shoving it into Mello's mouth, having her jump off the Submission Goddess in shock! After gagging the dildo out of her mouth, Mello turns around and receives yet another surprise. This was Alexis Rose swinging a tennis racket, handed to her by a fan, and breaking its net over the head of Mello, hanging the racket around her neck like a necklace as she fell like a tree to the floor!
***The hardcore activity being presented in the match thus far has the crowd rally with cheers and a round of applause for the three divas. Meanwhile, the front row fans were still laughing over the image of Mello choking on the dildo***
Dean: "Forty-love for Alexis Rose! Haha."
Joey: "Hey, hey Alexis! What the fuck was that!? That's your own teammate. Go after the flower slut! Eliminate the enemy!"
Dean: "Need I remind you that this is a triple threat match, partner. Its every woman for herself. Especially when it involves the Women's championship. I expect all three divas to go all-out and that's exactly what they are doing."
With Mello laid out for the moment, Alexis Rose focuses her attention on the weakened "Wild Flower" and hops over her as she rises up on all fours again, sitting down across her back to keep her grounded! As frustration begins to set in on Violet, not being able to get anything going, Alexis pulls out a steel chair from the crowd and sets it up on its legs, picking Violet up to sit her down on the chair. Once Vanessa was seated in the chair, Alexis then rushes backwards a good distance and dashes back at Violet with a full head of steam, knocking her out of the chair with a hellacious running dropkick titled "Eclipse of Devastation"! Feeling confident about the attack, the "Demonic Mistress" drags Violet up and rolls her into the ring, sliding in afterwards before pinning her for the victory. [1 - 2 - ] Violet finds the strength to throw her shoulder up and save her opportunity to win the title, which came to no surprise for Alexis Rose. Rose stands up and motions the audience to throw weapons into the ring, which they do enthusiastically. The weapons that fly in are a frying pain, a golf club, a Singapore cane, a small lamp, a blackberry, two steel chairs, and a broken computer keyboard. The golf club immediately captures the interest of the co-women's champion, which she heads over and picks it up, letting the endless possibilities run through her mind while examining its structure. Unfortunately, her imagination worked against her, as Violet picks up the blackberry and slowly stands up to a vertical base. "HEY! ITS FOR YOU!" Hearing the voice, Alexis quickly turns around and gets smacked across the face with the blackberry, having pieces fly everywhere once it made contact! The impact has Alexis stumble backwards into the ropes where Violet follows and Irish-whips her off towards the opposite ropes. Then after stepping forward towards the broken keyboard, Violet catches Alexis on her return and takes her spinning in a circle, before driving her down back-first onto the broken keyboard below with a black hole slam!!
***The audience POPs after witnessing the move, filling the arena with a mixture of OOOs and cheers for the fan favorite diva***
Joey: "Goddamn! This bitch just keeps asking for more and more trouble. Why the fuck won't she just stay down!?"
Dean: "It is a little thing called "Heart", Joey. You may wanna research it and use Vanessa Violet as your main source, because she is showing a tremendous amount of heart tonight. How she was able to muster up enough strength for that move, after taking a significant amount of damage to her lower back, I shall never know."
Even Vanessa herself ponders on how she was able to deliver the move, being in the state she was in, as she staggers to her feet and heads over to the grounded Alexis Rose. Each step she takes towards "Black Phoenix" irritates the pain in her lower back, as shown by her grunts, but she endures the pain and hooks the leg of Alexis around her right leg, applying an inverted STF on Alexis. Loud screams echo from Alexis, as the submission takes its toll on her body. However, instead of watching the divas in the ring, all eyes was now on Mello standing on top of the turnbuckle and raising a steel chair in the air. Then in one big leap, Mello launches off the top rope, placing the chair under her legs, and crashes down upon Violet with a chair-assisted double leg drop, aka Arabian Facebuster, possibly saving this match from ending!
***The crowd begins a "THIS IS AWESOME!" chant to compliment the non stop action taking place in the ring at this moment. The alignments meant absolutely nothing to fans for all three divas were putting on a great showing***
Dean: "WOW! Mello flew in out of no where and came crashing down upon Violet with that riveting move. That is something right out of Ace Acid's book and it came at the perfect time. What a fight!"
Joey: "This is what the fucking I was talking about! The bitch is out of her league. It does not matter what the slut does because, one way or another, oWn is walking out with the title. I fucking guarantee it!"
Dean: "Well, lets watch the remainder of this match and see if that comment comes to fruition."
Not having endured such punishment for quite some time sends these girls into a painful frenzy as this match continues, each going forth by will alone to try and achieve victory. All three of them are laid out upon the canvas after the insane dive by Mello, making her the first to rise from the carnage and smile down with appreciation to her handiwork. Slowly rising from the canvas, ‘The Mistress of Mayhem’ goes towards Vivi and picks her up by the hair, watching her scream in anguish. Head pulled back farther than wished, Violet can only hope her luck works as she leaps into the air, managing to torque her body and swing her legs up to snap off a hurricanrana to one half of the co Women’s Champions. Unbeknownst to either of these two, the last participant has rolled out of the ring to recuperate a little bit and gather her wits and weapons. Reaching to the crowd, she grabs a few things and tosses them to the ground ranging from a taser to a mysterious black bag leaking something white, to even a window pane. Before more mischief can be brought forth, Vanessa slides out of the ring behind ‘The Queen of Wrestling’ and grasps her by the shoulder to spin her around. The violent act only allows Rose the chance to swing her newest acquisition and smack Vanessa across the face with a dead fish, before continuing for a discus lariat with her other arm!
***The crowd is caught yet again bursting into laughter as Vanessa is downed to the thin padding outside after being embarassed by a fish***
Miles: I wonder if Alexis did that shit to tell us what Vanessas pussy smells like? I finally have a reason to envy that bastard Apollas Creed because his girlfriend must be a fucking dish to eat.
Dean: Aside from the shock of someone saying something good about Apollas, I must admit that these mental games along with abuse truly are wearing down a ring veteran like Violet who isn't used to these situations.
Wishing to try and further the pain to her sworn enemy, Alexis picks Vanessa up off the floor and grapples her in a front facelock. Before even being able to hoist her, the fans shouts warn both divas too late as they turn and face a leaping Mello, completing a suicide dive and knocking both ladies down with crutches in both arms across their chests! The Columbus native clambers up from the wreckage and looks to the side seeing the black bag. As she grasps it and unties to look inside, she gets a surprising face full of itching powder burst upon her by Alexis, who snuck up from behind as she rose from the ground. Screaming, Mello starts rapidly scratching at herself, the powder seeming to hit every open area of skin on her body. Wishing to help out her stable mate, Rose drags her along the barricade and proceeds to drench her with a full cup of coffee directly from a protesting fans hand!. The scalding liquid brings more shouts from her, as Rose turns around to see Violet storming towards her. Violet then pivots and swings her hands from the side and smashes the window pane atop the skull of ‘The Black Phoenix’ to leave the shards around her and pane hanging on her neck. ‘The Wild Flower’ then turns around and ducks the oncoming Mello with a lariat attempt, only to turn her momentum into her Poison Ivy Stroke onto the glass shards!
***The crowd POPS at the sight of 'The Submission Goddess' totally domination oWn at the moment and giving hope that 2WWF can regain the Women's Championship***
Dean: When pushed to the limits, even an ingrained superstar like Vanessa can defy her normal tactics and surprise people by obliterating her opponents in unique ways like this.
Miles: Please Dean. This bitch is only about as used to defying her normal ways as you are used to touching a womans vagina, which only happens once in a lifetime, in your case when you were born.
Vivi quickly slides in and follows Mello for the cover. [1-2-] Vanessa gets pulled out of the ring by Alexis to save this match for oWn. Upon reaching a footed base, Vivi proceeds to brawl with her rival, both divas slugging it out. As they reach the crowd barricade, Vivi reaches out and manages to grasp a kendo stick from a fan and crack it across the skull of Alexis. Repeated shots follow as she proceeds to break it in half over the now downed frame of ‘The Demonic Mistress’. Reaching down, Vivi grasps both halves of it in one hand and picks the taser up in the other before tossing it into the ring for later use. She then grasps Alexis and slides her into the ring, while looking at Mello who is just getting up. Blood seeps from further spots, while pulling shards out of her body. Moving forth, Vivi looks to stab Mello, but the ‘Bitch with the Bite’ manages to leap up and catch Vivi for a one knee Codebreaker known as The Flash. After falling down, Mello quickly scurries over to the still downed Alexis Rose and covers her co champion. At two, Rose kicks out sending Mello scurrying towards Vanessa in hopes of securing the match for herself still. Yet again at two Vanessa kicks out with resilience sending her into an enraged fury. As she picks Violet up off the canvas, she maneuvers behind and looks to finish her, before both women scream and drop to the ground as Alexis hits both of them with the taser, electric watts flowing through their body as they convulse on the canvas!
***The crowd is caught inbetween dead silence and chants of 'HOLY SHIT!' as they are concerned for both mello and Vanessas safety after the shocks they are seeing***
Miles: Fuck, why couldn't Alexis watch where she aimed that shit to not hurt mello. On a different note, I can't help but laugh as Vanessa is squirming like she is a retard on ice!
Dean: The way you disrespect people is disgusting partner. Why can't you show some actual concern and censor yourself for even just one match?
An enormous flow of confidence falls over Alexis Rose upon taken her opponents out with the tazer, having the knowledge of how much damage it can do. Paying no mind to her teammate, Alexis turns her attention at a laid out Violet and watches her writhe in amusement. Looking to end it, she then picks Violet up and twists her arm in an arm-twist, before lowering it down to place her leg over it. After looking out into the crowd with a confident smirk, Rose then throws her whole body back and goes to take Violet down to the canvas with her arm-trapped DDT entitled "Rainbow Defender"! Unfortunately, the move does not end as Rose intended; a result of her underestimation of The Woman of A Thousand Holds. Violet manages to slip out of the move seconds before she could be pulled down and has Rose hit the canvas by mishap. Taking advantage of the situation, Violet then quickly spins Rose on her stomach, plants both her foot into her thug, and rolls back onto the canvas, applying her Rosetta Suffering submission that sends Alexis Rose screaming in pure agony!
***The entire arena POPs in excitement after witnessing this. The fans sit up on the edges of their seats and begin a "TAP, BITCH! TAP!" chant, in hopes of Alexis submitting***
Joey: "Oh shit! No! NO!"
Dean: "BIG TIME COUNTER BY VANESSA VIOLET! Now she has that Rosetta Suffering clinched in on Alexis Rose and it could only be a matter of time before we see her tap out! Where is she getting this strength from?"
Joey: "Fuck that! She isn't gonna tap out! She can't tap out! Mello help her. Hurry!"
With the utmost sense of desperation and urgency, Alexis begins reaching desperately towards the ropes just a couple of feet of away, but the dead weight of Violet would not allow her to go anywhere. She then begins shaking the body of Mello, trying to wake her back up after taking the tazer. However, the oWn diva does not respond. Alexis Rose knew she had too much riding on this match to submit, so she chose to reach for the ropes a second time, this time managing to pull herself close to the ropes. However, the closer she got to the ropes, the more pressure Violet added to the submission. Before long, the pain begins to take over the logic of Rose and makes her consider the possible outcome of enduring such a hold for a long time. Finding the outcome too much of a risk, she results to the only thing she could. Alexis begins slapping the canvas and reluctantly submits!
DING DING DING!!!
Joey: "GODDAMN IT!!!!"
Dean: "Its over! Its over! She did it. Vanessa Violet has brought the women's title back home to 2WWF. My goodness, what a match!"
Dan Smith: "Here is your winner - and NEWWWWWWWW 2WWF Women's champion - "The Wild Flower"! Vanessa! VIOLET!"
All the pain Vanessa Violet endured over the last month accumulated to this very moment. The announcement of her winning the championship for the record-setting fifth time gave Violet a sense of joy she has not experienced since her days in the faction "The BAD Girls". Or most recently, when she went out on a date with Apollas Creed a few weeks ago. The referee aids the sore Violet to her feet and hands her the 2WWF Women's championship, which she raises high for all to see. The fans graciously receive her with a standing ovation and a round of applause.
Dean: "Ever since she had a change of heart, Vanessa Violet has endured some of the toughest trials that no woman has gone through in 2WWF. If the mixed gender match against Ace Acid was not enough, she also had those oWn cheapskates doubting her ability and telling she could not do it. However, despite the obstacles and the tolls it took on her body, Violet overcame it all and become the champion for a historic fifth time. I'm so proud to have witnessed this moment!"
Joey: "You know what...? I'm going on a piss break. I don't need to sit and watch this shit."
Emotion is seen pouring out of Vanessa Violet, as tears began to pour down her face while she exits the ring with the help of the referee. As the came up to the ramp, Violet hops out of the arms of the referee and into the embrace of the front row fans over the barricade, who shower her with hugs. She plants kisses on every cheek she saw, before heading back to the referee and being helped up towards the entrance.
(((This match was a blast for all three of us between myself Lyxon and Jeff, possibly one of the best women's matches, let alone probably ranks within the top matches of 2WWF)))
Caleb HOFer
Posts : 1308 Join date : 2013-07-22 Age : 28 Location : Indiana
Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:18 pm
Ace wrote:
Beating Caleb was pretty sweet too
I don't recall.
Akira Jobber
Posts : 24 Join date : 2013-07-23 Age : 33 Location : São Paulo, SP, Brazil
Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sat Aug 24, 2013 10:35 pm
For a long time I called this the best match I've written. Let's see if you agree. ^^
Spoiler:
XWA.com Exclusive: "XWA Main Event" Dark Match Akira vs. The Miz: The 2nd Chance
What happened at Vendetta #21?
During The Miz's promo, he insulted Akira and Brazilian wrestling, saying that Brazil wasn't a place for wrestlers, and he said he would send Akira back to his home country. Akira entered the arena, and, despite the disrespectful attitude by Miz, he tried to shake hands with the self-proclaimed "Awesome One". Instead of shaking his hand, Miz slapped his face. Akira then pushed Miz with sufficient strenght to make him fall on the mat, and then he started a brutal attack on Miz, with a lot of punches to his face. The referee tried to pull Akira off, but he failed to do so. Then, he called for the bell, and the security came to the ring. The two superstars have been separated by the security guys, and then the GM Notorious Megaman entered the arena, with a microphone. He started to talk:
Mega: STOP THIS SHIT NOW!! I don't wanna see this happening again!! Miz, you had a very disrespectful attitude, and you know that Akira hates to be insulted for nothing. And Akira, you shouldn't have done this! You can't do it in this XWA ring!! It's not a street fight!! So, as your GM, I'll book you two in an exclusive XWA.com Webmatch at XtremeMania Main Event. And, if this shit happens again, you two will be... FIRED!!
Akira is very surprised with Mega's ultimatum, while Miz opens a sarcastic smile. The security guys leave the ring, escorting both superstars, and the camera fades out. ____________________________________
XWA.com's "XWA Today": Before the Match
Jeremy Borash is presenting "XWA Today".
JB: Hello XWA fans, this is JB, Jeremy Borash, live from Atlanta, Georgia. We'll have a huge event tonight: XWA XtremeMania Main Event! It's the last stop before the greatest event of XWA! We'll see some good matches tonight. Ash Wheeler is gonna take on McNugget, and we have to remember McNugget is about to have a career-threatening match at XM against Vendetta's GM, Notorious Megaman! Also at XM Main Event: DC Hennig represents Mayhem against Vendetta's newly acquired superstar, Razor Xtreme! We'll know the new XWA Divas' General Manager, and in "the main event of Main Event", Caleb Spires and Chris Kanimaniac from the New World Dominance will defend their Tag Team Titles against NAI's Big Daddy Bull and, surprisingly, their NWD partner, Hall!! But now we'll have a very special Webmatch: Akira will fight against The Miz, after the incident involving them at Vendetta #21. The match between them at V21 didn't happen due to Akira's brutal attack against Miz, after a disrespectful speech and a slap done by the self-proclaimed "Awesome One". Megaman said that if this situation happens again tonight, both superstars will be fired from XWA!! We'll hear some words from one of the superstars now.
The camera's zoom goes out, and Akira is showed at JB's right. JB starts to interview Akira.
JB: Akira, the first question: why did you do that to The Miz?
Akira: I did that because he disrespected me, and he disrespected my homeland. You know that I was trying to come back with a good show. However, he took advantage of my losing streak to talk shit about me. I was sick and tired of guys talking the same thing during the past few weeks. Guys like Black Snow, guys like Eric Bull, guys like the own Miz. At V21, he made me unleash my anger after the things he said.
JB: What if Miz does it again?
Akira: I don't know what can happen. I'll try to control myself during the match, and make a good show for the fans here.
JB: Changing the subject of the conversation: Most of the people here have noticed that Sudden Impact Wrestling is back. What do you think about it?
Akira: Since David Michaels and most of the DxWo members went out of XWA, I thought something like this would happen. Chill O'Mac is an intelligent person, and the re-creation of SIW was a matter of time.
JB: And do you think about going back to SIW at this moment?
Akira: I'll answer this question after the match. For now...
Akira is interrupted by someone that comes and starts talking. It's The Miz.
Miz: Well, well, Akira, why do you want to make people wait some minutes to hear you saying that you'll go back to SIW? Why don't you say it now, in front of me and JB, and for all the people watching this transmission via Internet?
Akira: Será que dá pra você calar a boca? (Would it be possible for you to shut up?)
Miz: I'll continue talking until you go angry and attack me again. Then, Megaman will fire you, and you'll be free to go back to S-I-W.
Akira: Have you forgotten something? If you continue this trash-talking, Megaman will know that you were trying to make me attack you again, so he would fire you too.
Miz: It doesn't matter. XWA would be a better place without losers like you. After your firing, you can be at that other promotion, doing your low-level matches. And after some months, I can come back, and win whatever I want here.
Akira: I've heard enough from you, Miz. Now, I have to go to the arena, and show you and the fans here that I'm not here to be a low-level wrestler, that I'm good, that I can defeat you and prove that the guys talking shit about me are wrong.
Akira gets out, going to the arena, while Miz continues talking with JB at his side holding the mic.
Miz: Akira, forget about being something good here in XWA, because if I don't make Mega fire you, I'll destroy your body, and you won't be able to wrestle anymore. While you will be incapacitated at your home, my star will be rising, week after week, show after show, title win after title win. I'll be a legend, and you'll be nothing. I can do it BECAUSE I'M THE MIZ... AND I'M AWWWESOOOOME!!
Then, Miz goes out, and JB finalizes XWA Today:
JB: That's all for now, folks! The match between Akira and The Miz will be posted on XWA.com and YouTube after XtremeMania Main Event! See you later! ____________________________________
THE MATCH
All lights go out, and Akira's entrance video and theme begin.
After 4 seconds, dark blue lights take over the arena, and Akira is at the entrance gate, with his traditional attire covered by a coat, looking to the crowd. When the slow introduction of the song is about to end, Akira raises his arms, and a group of blue fireworks explode at the stage, at the same time, and the lights go back to normal. He walks down the ramp and high-fives some fans, while the bell rings and Lilian Garcia starts the announcement of the match:
DING DING DING!!!
Lilian Garcia: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first: from São Paulo, Brazil, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds... "The Hero"... AKIRA!!
He slides into the ring and goes to one of the turnbuckles. Then, he raises his arms slowly, making his taunt, while the crowd cheers him loudly; after that, he climbs down the turnbuckle, takes off his coat and prepares himself for the match, doing some kind of warm-up exercises. Then, he waits his opponent, whose entrance begins after that word:
AAAAWWWEEEEEESOOOOOOOMEEEEE!!
After the sound of The Miz's catchphrase, the camera focused in on the stage that each of the audience-members whom all sat amongst each other, in anticipation had been staring directly at. Miz's entrance theme and video begin.
The lights dimmed to a light blue-ish color. The crowd begins to boo, as The Miz and Maryse appear at the entrance gate, both, possessive of an undeniable swagger full of confidence and superiority. Then, Miz does his signature taunt, raising his arms to the air slowly, while Maryse does a glamourous pose. The crowd’s boos grew inevitably louder. Lilian Garcia announces him.
Lilian Garcia: And his opponent: accompanied to the ring by Maryse, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... THE MIZ!!
The cocky - but beautiful - duo walks down the ramp, looking to the crowd that boos them incessantly. They don't care with the reaction of the crowd. Miz quickly goes to the apron, close to one of the steel posts, and turns to the crowd, looking at it with a look of contempt. Then, Miz enters the ring, while Maryse stays at the ringside. Miz looks to Akira and opens a smile, as if he knows that he's gonna win the match. The referee does the signal, and the bell rings, starting the match.
DING DING DING!!!
The match begins and the wrestlers start to clinch each other. After some seconds at this position, Miz gets out of it and raises his hands, as if he didn't like the way Akira did it. They take distance of each other, and then they go close again. Akira puts his hands in front of himself, waiting for Miz to come close and start a clinch again, but Miz kicks his gut, and then he punches Akira's head. Akira turns back, and Miz grabs his neck and jumps, falling on the mat doing a Neckbreaker. Miz gets up and does some stomps on Akira's chest, and then he tries to pin Akira quickly.
1... Akira kicks out.
Miz gets up, and starts another attack to Akira. When Akira tries to get up, Miz kicks him and interrupts the attempt. He gets Akira up by himself, and puts him in a Front Facelock position, and then he does a DDT, smashing Akira’s head onto the canvas. Akira puts his hands on his head, feeling the result of The Miz’s move. Miz continues the attack, getting Akira up and striking some punches to his head. Akira is a little groggy, and Miz runs to the ropes. When he goes back to Akira he hits a Running Clothesline, and Akira goes down again. Miz goes close to him and talks something like “I’ll make you get outta here, fired or injured!!”. Akira tries to get up, but Miz impedes it with some kicks, and then Miz goes to the ropes. He jumps on the middle rope and turns his legs to hit Akira’s chest with a Springboard Leg Drop, but Akira evades the attack with a roll, and Miz falls on the mat, asses-first. He screams, not loud, and the crowd starts to laugh, while Maryse is shown with an embarrassed face. Akira then starts to retribute Miz’s attacks. He kicks the sitting Miz in the chest, making him fall, and then he quickly jumps, doing a Leg Drop. Then, he gets up and says something like “That’s how it’s done!”. He tries to pin Miz, but he kicks out before the referee starts counting. Akira gets Miz up and throws him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and when Miz goes back from the ropes he bends down and grabs Miz in a way that Miz goes over his body and falls behind him, back-first, with a Back Body Drop. Then, Akira gets him up and puts him in a Front Facelock position, and he lifts Miz, being in a vertical position and trying to do a Suplex, but Miz starts to move his body in order to impede the move. Akira can’t support Miz any longer, so he lets Miz go back to his original Front Facelock position. However, Miz uses his strenght and lifts Akira up, reverting Akira’s move, and quickly falls back, hitting Akira’s back on the mat doing a Snap Suplex. He quickly covers Akira and the referee starts counting:
1… 2… And Akira kicks out.
Ted Cedar: This match is gonna take a lot of time…
Eric Bull: I don’t think so. Miz is gonna finish this in some minutes. He can defeat Akira quickly, or he can provoke Akira in order to make him mad again.
Ted: Why do you want it?
Eric: You know. I don’t like Akira, the same way he doesn’t like me. It’ll be better if we don’t meet again.
Miz gets up and goes close to the corner, waiting for Akira to get up. When he does it, he runs toward him, but before he tries anything, Akira ducks, and Miz passes over him, going to the other corner. He puts his hands in front of him before reaching the corner, in order to grab the ropes and impede the impact with the turnbuckle. Akira goes to the corner and Miz turns to him. Akira starts a combination of punches to the face and chest of Miz, trying to make him groggy. Then, he grabs Miz’s legs and pulls it, making Miz sit at the corner. Akira then runs to the ropes, trying to take impulse and run against Miz to hit his signature Heat Drive, but when he goes to the ropes, Maryse is there, and she grabs Akira’s foot, impeding the run. Akira turns to her and says something that the microphone couldn’t capture, while the referee goes close to them and talks to Maryse that she can’t do that. Taking advantage of the conversation, Miz goes close to Akira and grabs him from behind, doing a Roll Up Pin. The referee sees it and starts counting:
1… 2… And Akira kicks out before the three-count.
Miz gets up and argues with the referee, thinking he counted slowly. While they keep talking, Akira tries to get up. He’s slightly injured after the several attacks from Miz, and he creeps slowly to the ropes, trying to get up. He failed to get up, so he keeps sitting close to the corner to rest. Miz stops arguing with the ref and turns to Akira. He sees that Akira is tired, so he tries to attack him. Akira gets up, and stands at the corner, while Miz goes to the corner at the opposite side. He runs toward Akira and when he goes close to the corner he jumps, trying to strike his famous Modified Running Corner Clothesline, but before he reaches the corner, Akira gets out of there, and Miz hits his body on the ropes. He falls on the mat, close to the ropes, and Akira gets up slowly, with a little backache. He goes to the ropes and pulls Miz off them, and then he tries to pin him.
1… 2… And Miz kicks out.
Akira gets up and gets Miz up too. He throws Miz to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and when Miz returns from the ropes he jumps and hits his feet on Miz’s chest, doing a Dropkick. When he falls, he hits his back on the mat, and it starts to hurt. He screams, feeling the pain in his back, while Miz is getting up. Miz goes close to Akira and says something like “I told you that I’d destroy your body!!”. Miz turns Akira chest-down and hits some stomps on Akira’s back, making him scream more and more. Then, he falls on Akira doing a Standing Elbow Drop on his back, and when he gets up he continues his attack to Akira’s back. Akira tries to evade the attacks of Miz, but he can’t. He’s tired and injured. Then, Miz goes to the ropes and looks back to Akira, imagining what he can do to finish things off. He takes some time, waiting if Akira would get up. With no movement by Akira, Miz jumps on the ropes, taking impulse, and tries to fall on Akira’s back again with another Springboard Leg Drop, but once again Akira manages to roll and evade the move, and Miz, once again, falls sitting on the mat. At this time, Miz and Akira are fallen on the mat, and the referee goes close to them, checking if they still have conditions to continue the match. Miz says that he can continue, and then the referee talks with Akira that says he can continue too, even with the pain he’s feeling in his back. After almost a minute, Miz gets up, and Akira does the same, with some difficulties. Miz goes close to Akira and strikes some punches on his face. One, two, three, four punches to be exact. When he tries to punch Akira’s face for the 5th time, Akira puts his arm in front of it, blocking the punch. Akira hits a headbutt on Miz’s face, and then he responds Miz’s attack with some punches to his face. After some punches, and checking that Miz’s groggy, he turns Miz back and grabs him, lifting him and throwing him doing a German Suplex. Akira gets up and unleashes his rage, roaring loudly, while the crowd cheers him. He looks to Maryse with a look full of anger, and she gets a little scared. She walks up the ramp, and Miz looks to her screaming “What are you doing?”. He looks to Akira, which at this time has a diabolical smile on his face while looking to Miz. Miz can’t believe Akira is still fighting after all the attacks he made in order to weak him. Akira gets Miz up and grabs him, lifting him and putting him on his shoulders, and then he falls on the mat doing a Samoan Drop. He gets up and looks to the crowd that goes wild cheering him, and then he goes down to the mat, beating the canvas some times and screaming “Get up!” to Miz, just like Randy Orton when he prepares to do his RKO.
Eric: I can’t believe it!!
Ted: What did you say, Eric?
Eric: I can’t believe Akira is just turning the tables on Miz, after all the things we saw here! What will he do now?
Ted: I think Akira is gonna finish this match, RKO-style!
It takes some time, and Miz gets up, getting back to Akira. Akira waits Miz turn on him, in order to finish things off with his RKO, but Miz is kinda groggy, and he can’t turn on him. Then, Akira changes the plans and puts his arms under Miz’s arms. Then, he puts his hands on the back of the head of Miz. He puts his body beside Miz’s body, and then he swings back and forth, and falls on the mat crushing Miz’s face onto the mat.
Ted: OH MY GOD!! That wasn’t the RKO! Akira just did a StealFinisher: Skull Crushing Finale!!
Eric: Man, I hate Akira, but I have to admit he’s a great wrestler. I respect his skills.
After hitting Miz’s finisher on his owner, Akira pins the self-proclaimed “Awesome One”. The referee starts counting, and the crowd follows it:
1… 2… 3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Akira tries to get up, but he can’t. The referee helps him to get up, and then he raises Akira’s hand while Lilian Garcia announces the winner of the match:
Lilian Garcia: Here’s your winner: “The Hero”… AKIRA!!!
Akira goes to the corner, looking to the crowd that cheers him very loudly. He takes a while to climb up the turnbuckle, and when he does it he makes his taunts to the crowd, beating his chest and raising his arms. He climbs down the turnbuckle while Maryse enters the ring and tries to help Miz to get up. Miz refuses the help, and gets up by himself. He slaps Maryse’s face and yells “Why didn’t you help me??”. Maryse responds Miz’s insult and slaps his face too, and then she gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp, leaving the arena. Miz turns to Akira and says something like “You’ll pay for this!!”, and then he leaves the ring and the arena. Akira gets out of the ring and goes close to the commentary table, where Ted Cedar is applauding him and Eric Bull just shows a smile. He asks a worker for a microphone. When he gets it he enters the ring again and starts to talk:
Akira: Miz, I know that you tried to make me get out of here, but it’s not you who’ll do it!!
The crowd cheers him, and then Akira turns to the commentary table. He continues:
Akira: Eric Bull, now you see why I’m still here. You hate me, but you have to admit that I’m not a mere jobber, that I’m not a loser.
Eric: You’re right.
Akira: Now, as I said to Jeremy Borash before the match, I’ll answer the questions about SIW. You know that I started my career in Brazil, and then I came to the international federations. The first one I entered was Sudden Impact Wrestling. I knew people that I respect. Some of them are here in XWA. People like my friend Chris Kanimaniac and his partner, Caleb Spires.
The crowd cheers the NWD duo and currently the Tag Team Champions.
Akira: I also knew people that I respect a lot, but they got out of here. People like J Glick A, his brother, Killer J, and David Michaels.
The crowd has mixed reactions when Akira talks about the DxWo members that went out of XWA.
Akira: People here are asking me: “Will you go back to SIW?” Now I’ll answer that. Chill O’Mac gave me a contract to go back to SIW. I told him I was going to think about it. Then, Robert McDigg gave me another contract. A term of contract renewal. He told me that he knew Chill O’Mac gave me a contract and I was thinking about signing it, so he told me: “The choice is yours”. After some time, I made my choice.
Akira goes out to the ring and picks up his coat. Inside it there’s a paper. He gets it and goes back to the ring.
Akira: This is the contract I chose to sign, and I’ll sign it in front of you.
When Akira is about to sign the contract, a song starts to play:
When “The Final Countdown” starts the crowd starts to boo. The Vendetta General Manager Notorious Megaman coes to the arena and stops at the stage. He has a microphone. Mega starts to talk:
Mega: Akira, Don’t humiliate these fans here.
Akira: Why do you think I was gonna do something like that?
Mega: Because I know that you’re going back to SIW. I know that you’re abandoning us. I know that you’re going to forget all the things you found here, and the people you knew here. So, I won’t let you make the fans pissed off.
Akira: What will you do?
Mega: I’ll make things easier for you. You’ll be free to go to S-I-W after this. So, Akira… YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU’RE…
Akira: CALE A BOCA!! (SHUT UP!!) Eu ainda não terminei!! (I’m not done yet!!)
Akira signs the contract and shows to the cameraman in the ring. The camera shows the paper, and the people watching via Titantron start to cheer loudly. Akira just signed the renewal of his XWA contract!
Akira: Did you see that, Megaman? You won’t be free from me for a long, LONG TIME!!
Megaman walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He starts to talk:
Mega: Good choice. It’s good that you didn’t betray me.
Mega offers his hand for a handshake. Akira answers what Mega said:
Akira: I didn’t betray the fans present here! I don’t care about you. The only thing I can tell you is: THE HERO IS STILL HERE!!!
Akira gets out of the ring, leaving Megaman in there, without the handshake. He picks up his coat and leaves the arena while his theme plays and the crowd cheers him. Ted Cedar and Eric Bull finish the transmission of this Webmatch:
Ted: We just saw the confirmation of the continuation of Akira’s XWA career!
Eric: Yeah, Ted! We’ll see Akira here for a long time.
Ted: Now, XWA fans, we’ll meet again at XWA XtremeMania Main Event, coming in the next hour. Watch it. Don’t get out of here!!
Then, the camera fades out, finishing the transmission.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Sep 18, 2014 3:07 am
Caleb wrote:
3. Ironman match/Last Man Standing vs. Shawn Duster. Duster was only the best TcW/ETW/TPW whatever writer known to the internet. I was just a rookie who was placed in a number 1 contenders match where not a single person predicted me to win. I come out on top of that, and begin my greatest rivalry in e-fed history. I turned heel, aligned myself with the GM DDanger(Wow, I have a bad habit), and produced an ironman match that solidified me as a main eventer. I lost by a point and was then put in a rematch the next card as a last man standing match that ended in a draw. That set up months of an on and off rivalry and it was so damn fun working with him.
Oh, hey! That was me! Hi Caleb!
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Sep 18, 2014 3:16 am
The match I wrote against Decepitos(Azrael) at United Xtreme is one I was certainly proud of, even though I lost.
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Sep 18, 2014 4:48 am
I've had so damn many...
The main one that comes to mind currently would be my retirement match.
I'll post it here, but keep in mind that this is a different style, you trade posts instead of both writing out the whole match and the winner's getting kept, so I'll put ~Post writers Name~ before each transition so it makes sense.
Vladimir Strife vs. Hayden Hardkore: Asylum Cage:
~Hayden~
An eerie hush falls over the EVPW arena as the main event is prepared. High above the ring, the structure that will soon form the Asylum Cage hangs ominously. The hush is not caused by the type of match that is about to befall these fans, although brutal and befitting a respectful hush in itself; the hush falls as all in the arena know what this match represents - the end of an era, the final match for two legends of the business.
In the hushed ambiance, a video package bursts into life on the 'ButcherTron':
Quote :
The EVPW logo floats on a background of black, slowly growing smaller and smaller until it fades into the darkness as a small white dot. As it fades, Hawk Nelson's "Final Toast" begins to play. [video src="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mTJXpQkGpU"][/video]
With the logo now fading into the background, bold yellow text flows onto the screen as the introduction of the song plays. 'Two Legends take the grand stage' Words begin to fade off the screen until simply the words 'Two Legends' are left. 'Two incredible Careers come to an end' Again, the sentence slowly begins to lose words, until 'Two Careers' is all that is left. 'It will all Come to an End tonight' The third sentence fades until it reads 'Come to an End'
'Two Legends' 'Two Careers' 'Come to an End'
As the beginning of the verse plays, a highlight package featuring both the journeys of both Hayden HardKore and Vladimir Strife play, cross fading the images into the poignant text.
A young Vladimir Strife appears first, some Seven years ago. His long hair covers the face of the soon-to-be GodKing. In the video, his name is announced prior to the beginning of his first match - Vladimir raises his Romanian fist proudly into the air. Superimpose and crossfade to a similar image - Hayden HardKore stands in a strange unfamiliar ring, the logo of which is blurred out on the video. He is flanked my a much larger man, big enough to make the Kiwi seem minuscule by comparison. A voice announces the team as 'the Asses of Insanity' - Hayden and his monstrous tag-partner both raise their hands. The camera zooms in on the Kiwi, a younger, more vibrant and full-of-life face on what would one day be the most decorated GHW wrestler in history. As the retro video plays, the lyrics of the song capture the feeling surrounding the match.
[div align="center"]"GH-Dub to EVP-Dub and all between. You have left us here a life of memories You forever changed the lives of all of us who have known you."[/div]
Both still images of both young men raising their hands proudly into the air are frozen still and brought side by side.
[div align="center"]"Truth be told, this world feels cold without you. You gave all of us a better name."[/div]
Vladimir's picture grows and takes over the screen, soon being cross-faded with various images of his legendary streak. Clip after clip of his victories, his memorable moments and his brutal moves over the years fill the screen as the next verse plays. Firstly, from Asylum Cage matches in the past, memorable moments soon begin reeling. These highlights feature moments such as Vladimir's Chain-Whip on Metal Dragon (Full Circle 2010), Vladimir's power-drill on King Bear's gums (Ragnarok 2009), Strife's Death Driver on Matthew Oliviera (Dawn of Destruction 2008), the GodKing's Skesis Driver to defeat Brett Steel in their Asylum Cage match. With the Asylum Cage segment finishing, the final shots of Vladimir's package feature the members of the Coven standing around in their locker room backstage, then cuts to a shot of Vladimir Strife in the ring with King Bear as their tag team, the Titans. The segment finishes with different still shots of Vladimir holding various SCW, GHW and EVPW title belts in the air.
[div align="center"]"So here's the final toast we raise to you dear friend. Good times will never be the same and our thoughts still remain. We'll hold you in our hearts forever and a day and we'll never be the same, So the last toast that we raise goes to you."[/div]
For the next segment, Hayden's image grows until it takes over the scree, as Vladimir's had done earlier. His images are filled with shots of his high-risk offense, featuring a variety of shots of him hitting his Flying Kiwi (Twisting Reverse Moonsault) in different situations. It shows his match with Rhino, where he hit the move from the balcony of the second tier of the arena to win the match, Hayden performing the move off a 15 foot ladder against Gnarfllinger the Butcher (During the 5-Man Charging Glory title match) and hitting the move off the top of the GHW entrance rigging. The scene then cuts to shots of his 5 King of the Deathmatch victories, paying particular attention to his match involving Honey the Bear. It plays difficult to watch clip of Hayden vs Hayden, where the two Haydens toppled over the ledge of the tiered arena balcony and plummeted through a merchandising table, the last time Hayden's doppelgänger was ever seen. Finally, Hayden's segment ends in a similar fashion to where Vladimir's had, with various shots of him holding his various title belts, including a shot of Hayden encumbered by the Charging Glory, New Age Championship and King of the Deathmatch Championship all slung around his shoulders.
[div align="center"]"So if you ever lost someone that's close to you. Waiting for the answers like the spring to bloom. I hope their tears are wiped away, when they're at the pearly gates praying for you.
You have made this world a better place."[/div]
Finally, the segment begins to come to an end, showing Hayden and Vladimir joking around backstage together inside the locker room of Coven 2.0 - Vladimir slaps Hayden on the shoulder and the pair burst out laughing together. The shot freezes, hanging in the air and frozen in time. As the chorus of the song plays once more, the words seen earlier appear again on the screen. 'Two Legends' 'Two Careers' 'Come to an End'
[div align="center"]"So here's the final toast we raise to you dear friend. Good times will never be the same and our thoughts still remain. We'll hold you in our hearts forever and a day and we'll never be the same, So the last toast that we raise goes to you."[/div]
At the end of the video, the entire arena bursts out into cheering - loud enough to raise the roof oof the place. All seats are vacated as people stand to pay respects to the pair. It is then that Lizzie Morna takes centre stage to announce the match.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... this is a bitter-sweet moment. The final match in the careers of both Hayden HardKore and Vladimir Strife. This is a retirement match and will be set in the most brutal of fashion, inside an Asylum Cage." She pauses, clearing her throat from the emotion that befits her announcement. Prior to welcoming the gladiators, she must first attend to the housekeeping and ensure that all know what is involved in this match type. "After the 2 contestants have entered the ring, a steel wire mesh cage will be lowered over the ring. This cage will surround the ring, leaving no space between itself and the turnposts. Unlike the typical cage match, this cage is built with a roof and the unique specification of NO door. The steel wire is also a quarter of an inch thick, leaving no way for the cage to break or for a contestant to escape. Various weapons have been tied to the inside roofing of the cage, allowing either man able to climb up and get one to use it in this match. A contestant will win the match upon making his opponent submit or knocking them unconscious.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the first legend..."
As she speaks, a line of some thirty men enter through the entrance curtain. They are all shirtless and wear flax skirts. Complete with tiaha (Maori war-batton) and faces tattooed in traditional Maori patterns (moko) - the men line themselves up on the entrance stage, fifteen men in one group and fifteen in another. Each group is set up either to the left or right of the entrance ramp, giving space for somebody to walk through the middle.
The leader of the group comes into the centre of the stage - a heavy-set Maori warrior holding a greenstone club. He rattles off a long list of orders in Maori, which serve to fire the warriors up. Finally, the leader gets to the end of his instruction, shouting the words "Kia mo..." to which the group of thirty warriors shout back "Hi!"
The silence that follows sends shivers down the spine of all those in attendance, nobody dares speak or move as the warriors strike a crouched war-dance pose. As one, the men burst into life once more - in perfect synchronisation, the men perform a blood curdling haka (Maori war dance) to welcome in their New Zealand combattant.
"Ka mate Ka mate Ka ora Ka ora
Ka mate Ka mate Ka ora Ka ora
Tenei Te Tangata Puhuruhuru Nana i tiki mai whakawhiti te ra
A Upane Upane Upane Kaupane Whiti te ra
Hi!"
The men end their war-dance with gusto, each striking an intimidating pose - tounges out in a pukana. They hold this pose still and silently while the crowd rise to their feet and cheer their efforts. The crowd does not have long to celebrate, however, as an all too familiar song follows the war-dance. 96 Quite Bitter Beings blares through the arena's speakers.
Hayden lets the song play well into the verse before appearing in the arena. Rather than his normal confident swagger, the New Zealander has adopted a more respectful, somber entrance to the arena. His eyes instantly latch on to the structure hanging above the ring. Knowing the brutality of the match that is about to befall him, Hayden approaches slowly, yet determinedly. He passes the rows upon rows of Maori warriors, who stand stoically as he passes. Where he would normally greet fans at ringside, Hayden's attention remains on the match at hand as he creeps his way towards the squared circle.
"Introducing first... Weighing in at One Hundred and Ninety Two pounds and hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He is the most decorated wrestler in GHW history. Stand up and greet the man ladies and gentlemen, in his final match - ever... the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!"
The fans, who had not yet sat down, remain standing to hurl themselves into a vibrant "Hayden HardKore" chant that echoes throughout the arena. Hayden lifts his head and smiles, nodding in respect to the fans. He pauses, not charging into the ring as he usually does. With a deep breath, Hayden slides inside the squared circle for the very last time.
"Hayden is obviously emotional for tonight's match, and who can blame him? This guy has bled for this business for near on a decade." "All this rigmarole, I really just want to get into the match." "All in due time JP - This is like a diesel engine... You have to warm it up first, then it will run all night." "One thing is for sure, this match will be like nothing we have ever seen before. The two best in the business, final match... One of these men will walk away knowing they are the greatest ever." "And the other will have to settle for the second best. Either way, this match is not going to be for the faint hearted. Squeamish people, change the channel right now. Because if that look on Hayden's face is anything to go by, he's not expecting this to be a comfortable night."
Hayden takes his time surveying the arena, nodding emotionally to fans in all corners of the place. He then requests a microphone from ringside to address the fans and his final opponent, the legendary Vladimir Strife. As he does so, a single tear runs down his cheek.
"Ok, it's no big secret. I am emotional about tonight. This is the last match in my career, and I intend to make it one that will last for eternity." At that, the crowd roar in approval. Hayden pauses, taking in the moment before continuing. "But don't mistake that emotion for softness. I am completely focused on this match, I will do what needs to be done. Vladimir and I, we made a covenant a few weeks ago leading up to tonight. No holding back, no mercy. Spill blood, create memories... Maim, injure and hurt... Do what needs to be done. I don't break my covenants, so tonight is going to be gory. It is going to be hard to watch. But it needs to be that way, one of us needs to be crowned the best." Again, Hayden pauses from his speech, wiping away the tear drop that had flowed down his cheek. The crowd take the momentary pause as another moment to launch off into another "Hayden HardKore" chant. It dies down quickly once the Kiwi begins talking once more. "You may have noticed that there is an increase of medical personnel tonight. At ringside, two guernseys and a host of EMT staff. They are not there by coincidence. Normally, I would save sentiments like this until after the match is said and done, but I do not plan on exiting this arena under my own strength - win, loss or draw - so it needs to be now. When this match ends, one of us will be crowned the greatest... May the best man win. We are not going to be walking off into the sunset, arm in arm. Both of us are going to be wheeled out of this arena, once and for all.
Vladimir, we have had one hell of a ride. This truly is the fitting end to both of our careers. Let's give these people the greatest match that anybody has ever seen. Let's light up the history books and set a new benchmark for all of the young guns coming through. Let's go through hell and back."
With that, Hayden passes the microphone off to the referee and walks over to the corner. He sits on the mat with his back against the turnbuckle, puts his head against his chest and closes his eyes. With an arena full of people chanting his name, Hayden slips within himself and begins to murmur words of prayer, not caught by the microphones around ringside. It is this image that awaits the arrival of Vladimir Strife.
~Vladimir~
"And his opponent.."
With these three most simple words, silence reclaims the venue like a cold snap. Hayden's breath deepens as he continues to mentally prepare himself for the sheer carnage and horror that lie ahead for himself and the man who would assist him in closing the book on one of wrestlings most historic eras. The words hang upon the air, a lump in the back of Lizzie Morna's throat challenging her continuance. Even the woman who would not spill so much as a drop of blood on this night felt nearly unable to continue, the knowledge that this would be the final time she present either of these legends casting a grim melancholy upon her typically cheery features. She looks to Hayden, who expels the wind from the expanse of his lungs and gives a solitary nod, helping her find the strength to, as she had only moments prior, give introduction to a man who needed none.
"Weighing in at 234 pounds... He hails from Sighisoara, Romania. He has been called a Titan... a Behemoth... the Barbarian Lord... The Hardcore King... and even the Judas of GHW... but nothing quite describes him better than simply... THE GODKING... VVVLLLLLLLLLAADIMIR T. STRRRRRRIFE!"
The frigid void prevails yet again, punctuated by the sudden absence of light through the arena as a simple riff of a guitar rumbles in.
The soft voice of Devin Townsend comes through darkness a moment later.
[div align="center"]"I know why I fall... all the time, all the time.. I'm falling.."
"Just one look in your eyes tells me why it's a lie I'm falling for.."[/div]
Drums roll in gently as the tone of the vocalist takes on a haunting echo.
[div align="center"]"I warned you... I'd be right here waiting... I know you're tired..."[/div]
His voice grows even more sinister with the next line, the sound building while the packed stadium awaits with baited breath. A single spotlight cuts through the artificial night, illuminating the simple entrance at the base of the Butchertron. A slate curtain stretches from one corner to the next atop it, dangling over and concealing the anticipated Behemoth. It bares his roots, seemingly proudly with a waver of it's surface, the imposed image of rusted and bloody barbed wire stating it's own simple trifecta of words - 'SOLID FUCKING CORE'.
[div align="center"]"I need you... I've been right here waiting....
I know you're tryyying.... to go home"[/div]
With that, the drums begin to pound with a warlike rhythm, guitars ringing out behind them lengthily. They begin to build, time after time in small false starts before they come to a head a moment later, the instruments bringing their tune to unison as the sheet is ripped aside with fervor. Behind it, the infamous Impaler stands tall, he and his surroundings the only sight to be had within the arena. He steps out further into it, his SWAT styled steel toed boots each clopping down against the grating to a deafening chorus of cheers. There seems to be little different about Vladimir from any other night he stepped through that threshold and into the public view. His raven blue shirt lay below a denim duster, its full sleeves concealed, a feint shine amidst the collar from the trinket styled after the Sword of Mars. Black cargo pants swallowed the majority of his footwear and the padded, fingerless gloves over his knuckles had only changed in shade, gone from their Solid Core colors to ebony in a subtle acknowledgment of the finality of this night. Perhaps the only marked change to the Romanian Scourge was in his visage. Gone was the contemptuous rage he directed at all who stood in his path, replaced this night with a stern and stoic gaze that testifies to his determination and severity.
"This is just an entirely surreal moment, Jimmy.. I've actually got goosebumps. Feel that.." "You've got goosebumps? I've had them ever since this night started, just knowing what was waiting for us at the end of the card. Few moments compare to this whatsoever in the history of my career as a commentator."
Strife begins his final descent of the ramp, each slow step seeming another methodical cog in the war machine, his unwavering stolidness aimed at the Kiwi in the ring despite not actually being able to make him out amid the sea of black. The effort is simply a matter of intimidation, which forms the very backbone of the King's arsenal. Even the most skilled of veterans had stumbled and fallen to him and for many, the tripwire had been sown from seeds of doubt. As he rounds the squared circle, the illumination defaults, but the focus still remains upon the fabled fighter who'd gone from a hopeless rookie to one of the most dominant men in the history of the business with a record that was utterly unrivaled. Seventy-Nine victories, the first 59 of them never knowing the sting of defeat, and over a quarter of his life since his debut spent with at least one title wrapped about his waist. The career of the ten-time champion was truly the stuff of legends, made all the more fitting by the impending conclusion he'd share with a fellow veteran who was one of few who held an equivalence in titles and the only man known to the current landscape to have held more of them simultaneously than the Bad Lad.
"There just isn't words to really describe what we're witnessing tonight. Both of these men have been absolute icons of this industry almost since the time that you and I called our first match.." "And I feel like it goes even beyond that, Ray. Vladimir Strife essentially embodies the very essence of SCW.. that brash, gritty style that is all about effect. Hayden HardKore, on the other hand, is kind of the personification of GHW.. he's more dynamic and risk-taking and he really seems guided in ways around how he can entertain the fans. And then here they stand in EVPW, a company that was founded as an attempt to better merge those contrasting philosophies and I can't imagine a better tribute to the legacy of all three of those companies." "Well.. I was going to make some mention about how wrestling would never be quite as sexy again, but it's kind of hard to follow that.."
Vladimir slips off the trenchcoat, almost seeming to shrug it off in one swift motion, taking it in hand before tossing it haphazardly across the desk of JP and Ray, who quickly scramble to take possession of the souvenir. Their employer and long time friend fails to even take notice of their squabble, eyes locked yet again on the cruiserweight, who has peeled back his own lids to match the stare, the duo so focused on the task ahead that they don't notice the fading out of Strife's battle hymn. The Barbarian Lord makes his way up the steel steps, every pace thickening the air and tension about them, their hearts pounding to meet the demands of their racing minds. Standing upon the apron, the Behemoth waits, allowing the heavy aura to stand a moment before lifting his leg and sweeping it over the middle rope, planting it upon the canvas before following through. He comes up to his full height and tilts his head from side to side, stretching and popping the vertebrae to warm up as he takes a spot at the center of the ring. While Lizzie and the official swap their own positions, Hayden steps forth to meet his counterpart in the epic finale to two of the most prestigious legacies known to their profession. Ever a man of sportsmanship, the New Zealander extends his famous South paw and finds it, as it so rarely is, graciously received.
"True grace and honor from these men as they share a handshake to begin the match. It really speaks volumes to the mutual respect to them, despite the battle before them." "No! Forget honor, gimme the coat, dammit!" "Heh.. not a chance, pansy."
The warriors retreat to their respective corners, allowing the referee to have the center stage. A long, ominous groan cries out from above as the Asylum Cage lurches, finally coming to motion after lurking among the rafters through nearly the entirety of the night. The wire mesh cube - absent a bottom - gleams in the light, it's pearly grates presenting a juxtaposition to the hell that would be unleashed within its confines. The juggernaut steals the show momentarily, capturing the attention of the deathly silent crowd and their entertainers alike. The beast almost seems alive, it's all too clean, snug, white coat begging for splotches and streams of crimson as it begins to devour the epicenter of anarchy. Hushed whispers soon give way to a clang that rings out and up to the nosebleed section as the heavy steel meets concrete at last. Three further metallic chimes cry out in soprano as the end begins for the Holy and the Hubris alike.
~Hayden~
Hayden knows that Vladimir is offering him this opportunity to back out, to leave the hell that it the Asylum Cage and to walk away. He knows that Vladimir is giving him this chance to submit and save both of them the agony ahead of them. In contrast, Vladimir knows that despite offering him the opportunity, that there is no way Hayden would yield. He is not surprised when Hayden gasps at the referee to back the hell off. Instead, Vladimir applies more pressure to the hold, digging his knee into Hayden's back further and wrenches back on the piping further.
"SO, it appears that Vladimir Strife is targeting the neck and shoulders of the Kiwi in the early stages of the match." "An early submission opportunity for Vladimir - he's trying to choke the Kiwi out?" "More like making a statement. Vladimir knows that he is going to have to do a hell of a lot more to the Hardcore Kiwi before Hayden will give in." "I've heard sounds like those that Hayden is making before, but not in this context JP. It's strangely arounsing..." "You just stay on that side of the desk there bud, come any closer and I will chop it off."
With gritty determination, Hayden reaches up to the piping in front of his neck. Vladimir holds it firmly, giving the Kiwi no room to turn the move around by pulling the pipe away. Instead, the Kiwi scrambles ahead of him, reaching out for the wire mesh of the cell wall. It takes him a few attempts, but the New Zealander finally manages to grasp his fingers around the meshing. He uses the extra stability to pull himself along the mat, dragging Vladimir with him as he gets closer to the wall. When he is close enough, Hayden musters up all the strength he can to claw his way back to a vertical base, using the wire mesh to assist his climb. Before long, Vladimir is forced to relinquish the hold. He frees the Kiwi, who hangs onto the cell wall for stability and sucks in a lung full of precious air.
With a sinister smile, Vladimir takes the steel piping back into one hand. This time, he targets lower on Hayden's body, ignoring the back of his neck for a moment. Stepping into the strike to give his swing more power, the Bambi Killer pinpoints a new spot on the Kiwi's body, attacking the back of Hayden's surgically repaired left knee. The dull thud of steel meeting knee padding is not in itself impressive, but the effect the strike has on Hayden is instant. The Kiwi howls in pain, his agonised face pointing out to the capacity crowd. Standing on only one good knee, Hayden buckles and bows under the pressure from the shot. Vladimir looks set to follow the strike up with a second and drop the Kiwi to the canvas once more, but the quick thinking Kiwi hobbles out of his way and the GodKing's steel piping connects only with the cell wall.
The shot had thrown Vladimir off balance somewhat. Hayden pounces on the opportunity, bad knee and all. A swift kick to the Romanian's hand sends the steel piping flying up into the top corner of the cell, where it meets the framing and comes crashing down underneath one of the turnbuckles. A wrench of the outstretched wrist of the behemoth sends Vladimir sprawling face first into the unforgiving wire mesh wall. The wall does not budge, it does not take the impact of Vladimirs's face. Instead, Vladimir's face takes the full impact of the cell wall. While Vladimir attempts to scrape his face off the wire meshing, Hayden hobbles across the ring. Rebounding of one of the two ring ropes perpendicular to Vladimir's wall, the Kiwi soon charges back at the GodKing. By the time Vladimir had pulled himself free of the wall, Hayden was already in the air, aiming two flying knees at Vladimir's face. The high octane move catches Strife full-on in the chin, driving his face back into the cage wall for good measure. This time, it is Vladimir's turn to drop to the canvas like a sack of dead kittens.
"Oh no, not the face... That can't be good for Vladimir's complexion." "Jesus H. Christ Ray. The last thing on his mind right now is his complexion. The first thing on his mind right now, probably Hayden's knees." "And Hayden is the kind of competitor, just like Vladimir, that strings move after move together. He doesn't let up and he doesn't waste time show-boating when there is a man of Vladimir Strife's capacity at his feet." "Momentum Ray, it is the key to Hayden's game. He builds momentum, he is deadly... Eliminate his momentum and you control the Kiwi Battler."
Hayden still hobbles on his left knee as he scans the ceiling for a new form of punishment. With a leap, he manages to unhook a pair of weapons hung together. He takes one in his left and the other in his right - two matching butcher's hooks. The hooks have sharp barbs on the end, ideal for cutting into flesh. The weapon hooks around into an easy loop with the other end looped around in a sharper bend. The matching weapons had been hung from the ceiling using the sharper hairpin, leaving the barbed hooks exposed. When Hayden approaches Vladimir, the GodKing is seated with his head against his chest, looking much like a drunkard who had passed out after a long night. Eager to wake Vladimir up from his slumber, Hayden whips the hook out that he holds in his left hand. He swings the weapon, surprising himself at how easily the barb hooks into the right bicep of his opponent. Vladimir's eyes shoot open as soon as the weapon digs in. He lets out a tortured cry and tries to pull the weapon free, but the barbed hook holds firm and the movement only causes his pain to worsen.
The defiant Kiwi grabs the other end of the hook, looping the weapon over the cell wall in order to hang Vladimir's arm in place. With Strife's attention on his right arm, he does not catch the second hook hanging from Hayden's free hand. When the Romanian reaches out his left arm to tend to his wound, Hayden swings again, the barbed hook catching into Vladimir's left bicep as hit had done with his other arm. Again, Hayden hooks the shorter loop of the butcher's hook over the wire mesh cell wall, holding both arms in place. Vladimir, armless and growling in agony is held firmly into the cage wall. From his seated position, his arms are held strethed out sideways, a bloodthirsty crucifix pose befitting the retiring GodKing - like something out of a Friday 13th movie.
"Oh, my... Hayden really stepped things up a notch here. He's not playing around. I know these men are going to go through hell tonight, but swinging a butcher's hook into your mate's arm and stringing him up like a piece of meat - is that crossing over a line that they can't return from in their friendship? What do you think Ray?" ~All that can be heard from Ray's headset is the sound of slop hitting the metal walls of a bucket kept at ringside, and the heaving sound of the weak-stomached Ray "chundering his guts"~ "Never mind - as you were Ray. Looks like I'm covering this match solo while you lose your fish tacos"
Hayden's face is a picture of ambivalence as he surveys the scene before him. The competitor in him relishes the sight of the best the business has ever known strung out and helpless, prime for the picking. The christian within him has long since turned the other cheek and looked away. The friend within him watches on with a heavy heart. Nevertheless, the Kiwi sucks it up, stands to his feet and begins putting the next part of his plan into play.
I have to post it in parts, apparently it's too big all together
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Sep 18, 2014 4:48 am
Vlad vs. Hayden pt 2:
~Vladimir~
The GodKing gingerly pulls against the restraints, testing the waters carefully to keep from injuring his screaming muscles any further. They respond with a sharp tug of their own deep within his upper arms, the sadistic barbs resisting his efforts and keeping him put. Vladimir closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to focus through the searing agony long enough to fathom an escape from his delicate situation. All the while, his limbs seem to grow heavier, the effort needed to keep them up of his own volition becoming greater by the moment. With every ounce of ground lost in his fight against gravity, the reverse hooks burrow deeper, compounding his misery and scattering his thoughts. The Czar of Scars had been attacked with nearly every weapon imaginable: hammers, knives, glass, chairs covered in thumbtacks, the list continuing well beyond his troubled memory. Not a single item in the arsenal meant to topple the Titan compared to the sheer pain of the moment however. The closest among them in effect, albeit by quite a difference, was a barbed-wired baseball bat. By coincidence, this is the very weapon Hayden plucks from the overhanging armory with a hefty yank, freeing it before warming up, confident in the length of his window of opportunity. Strife plants a foot on the mat, desperate to take advantage of the exercises, but his leg is trembling from his suffering, wobbling unsteadily before dropping back down. The sudden movement worsens the cause to the chagrin of the King, who yelps and hangs his head, overtaken by the feeling of defeat first introduced to him in the very structure it now seemed would bring about his final taste as well.
"I always felt like the Asylum held a certain place in Vlad's heart, but now I can clearly see that he's utterly attached to it.." "You shut your whore mouth!" "My what?" "This isn't funny! My Vladdy is hurt.." "No, no, don't get me wrong, Ray... I honestly mean it. I think it's like a drug to him.." "...don't say it, Jimmy.." "He's clearly hooked." Ray lets out a small whine before another lurch and wet slosh become audible. "7 years now you've tormented me with jokes about your.. devious fantasies.. anytime Vlad has been in the ring. It's payback time, fairy boy.." Jimmy's partner whimpers, the gory sight of the co-owner's pierced biceps keeping him from responding as his stomach churns.
Hayden looks over his rival, the dejected demeanor of him tempting sympathy. The Kiwi nearly grants him it, before recalling his pact and the volatile nature of the man before him. The GodKing had not simply bestowed the moniker upon himself. It had been forged in blood and unrelenting destruction and if the Jackass let such an opportunity go to waste, the odds were slim that another would present itself. He rears back, stepping in before swinging for the fencing, blasting the sternum of the crucified Messiah of the Asylum. A loud crunch is almost audible under the horrific scream that follows as a couple of ribs crack under the pressure, leaving the sharp biting teeth nearly unnoticeable to the Impaler in comparison. The New Zealander draws back once more, winding up his shot before driving the Louisville Slugger across the Titan's torso a second time to tenderize the slab of meat thoroughly. The spikes dig deep into Romanian rind, rending flesh to the sounds of an inhuman vocalization that falls somewhere between a cry and a howl. Vlad pounds the back of his head against the ungiving wall, beside himself with torment, ignorant that the worst is yet to come. Much like those in his arms, the barbs now lodged in his pectorals protest extraction, temporarily creating a regal tug of war between the cruiserweight and the cage. The Hardcore Holyman wins the contest, ripping the bat free and gazing over it's bloody slivers before giving the Bambi Killer an up close and personal look of his own.
"Barbed wire to the face, how vicious! You know, I do have to say, Vlad's looking quite sharp.." "You wouldn't be saying these kind of things if it was the other way around.." "Of course not. That wouldn't bother you."
The Down Under Wonder rakes the wood and wire amalgam across the grimaced visage of the Behemoth, twisting it back and forth as crimson creeps out from below, streaming down the countenance of the Czar. As he continues to grate it across the GodKing's crown, miniature creeks become rivers, many converging at the valley about his eye, highlighting the grim reminder of a previous path to the Asylum. The razor sharp reel makes short work of Vladimir's forehead, Hayden stopping only in light of the fact that further infliction would be indistinguishable. Stepping back, he takes in the fruits of his labor with a smile. They are bright red and plentiful, the shredded skin of Rage Personified weeping in torrents, its lament plastered upon the face of the original King of the Deathmatch. As he admires his handiwork, pity for the helpless man before him begins to tug at his heartstrings once more. The Kiwi steps forward, lowering his weapon with the intent to release his catch, until the sudden upstroke of Strife's steel-toed boots catches him in between the legs, seating him across from his rival.
"Aw, come on, low blow!" "Are you seriously going to complain about that when Hayden has stabbed hooks into Vlad, strung him up on the cage and beaten him to a bloody pulp?" "Oh, sure, just bring all that up!" "Look what he did! He tore up my beautiful Vladdy poo's face! He looks like he's been through a slaughterhouse!" "Vlad would have done the same if he had the idea first. Though I have to say the meat hooks are a nice touch. Gnarfflinger would be proud."
The Barbarian Lord works quickly, straining his arm as he tries to slip the hook back in through the diamond it's set upon, mustering up all of the strength he can. After what feels like an eternity of anguish, the Romanian finally frees his right arm, a chorus of cheers commending his accomplishment. He pants and rests, recuperating so that he might be able to repeat the feat and reassert himself in the match. The Titan has exerted his full energy toward the task, making a poor choice by not keeping his focus on the opposition. The Jackass shows him the error of his ways as he takes a grand measure of revenge, the barbed-wired bat striking two balls, ironically ensuring that walking was far from the Behemoth's future. Strife gasps deeply, the resonating "OOOOOH" from the audience saying what he can't as his legs snap shut and his features twist. Hayden steps in, careful not to repeat his previous mistake as he grabs the arm of the Titan and once again pushes the safe end of the butcher's tool through the wire mesh. A mighty heave frees the sadistic slugger, the Bambi Killer emitting a shrill shriek and kicking wildly, his heels pounding against the canvas in a tantrum as he leans his head back against the cage with a forceful wince just visible under the ruby veil.
"OH, COME ON! First Vlad's face, then the family jewels?! What did I ever do to you, Hayden!?"
Standing over the Barbarian Lord, utterly decimated in the nightmarish hell of his own creation, the Kiwi at last seems to have an inkling of mercy in mind. He raises the bat over his head, lining up a shot that threatens to put the Impaler out of his misery. Vlad starts to squirm, but this pitiful showing is the full extent of his ability at present. Whizzing through the air, the weapon crashes down upon the co-owner's crown, the thud sickening audible through the minimal cushioning of barbed-wire and hair. Strife slumps forward, going silent at last as the audience clings to the edge of their seats. Hayden's Slugger proves almost as difficult to pull away from the action, the aforementioned buffers having become entangled. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to reclaim it, the Pride of GHW places the sole of his boot against the jaw of the concussed King, pressing his skull back against the wall to give him further leverage. With a hard pull and some straining, he pulls his modern-day Excalibur out of the mess, uprooting clumps of follicles as he does. Vladimir's head rocks forth once more as the foot is removed, his normally fearsome presence reduced to a broken heap of man.
"Wow.. I really expected just an absolute war here tonight, but Hayden has just entirely shut out Vladimir at this point. I suppose there's something poetic in the fact that after the multitude of stars that have been just absolutely decimated at his hands, he's finally found one that has returned the favor.." "Well, I don't care for poetry.. But I feel a bit heartbroken here.. I mean, Vlad's the GodKing! I knew Hayden was a skilled veteran as well and that he would very well be Vlad's biggest challenge to date, but I never imagined I'd see my sexy man so... pitiful.." "Exactly. The whole goal here, of course, was to settle for once and all who was the best, but I absolutely thought Vlad at least had a closer claim to it than this.."
Hayden looks over the carnage, wondering if his efforts thusfar are enough to bring the match to an end. Were it any other man in the world pinned against the cage, he would have the utmost confidence that it indeed was. As it was, however, the man before him was Vladimir Strife and the reputation and legacy he carried with him left the Kiwi unsure. He draws back the bat once more as he steps onto the Behemoth's collarbone, unwilling to take any chances on the matter.
"Aw, come on! This is just too much! You did it already, dammit! Just let the referee count it and get my Vladdy out of that damn thing!!"
Ray White's pleading goes unheard as the crack of the bat rings out and up through the rafters over the hushed audience once more. It pounds upon the cheek of the Romanian, his face sandwiched between the weapon and the wall as a fracture spiders across the bone beneath.
"CHEESE N CRACKERS!" "Oh my god..."
Hayden reels back with the bane of Vladimir's existence, met with resistance yet again as he does. He gives a sharp tug, pulling the bat away, surprised to find that the barbed-wire has opted out of following. It unravels from the shaft, clinging to the visage of the Behemoth, leaving his opponent with only a Louisville Slugger, the upper half of the wood stained a deep red.
The most decorated star in GHW backs off at last, allowing the referee to step in and begin his count. The official is uncertain of the validity of the fall, given the Romanian's propped up position, but starts anyhow, understanding the the Hall of Famer needed serious medical attention.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
The crowd is deathly silent, hanging on every number that slips through the lips of the man in the zebra stripes.
"THREE!"
"FOUR!"
"I hate to say it, Ray, but I think this is the end...." "I don't even care at this point... just get him out of that damned thing!"
"FIVE!"
"SIX!"
Hayden looks over the GodKing, his bloodied and battered appearance looking as though he took a tumble from Mt. Olympus itself, when something suddenly catches his attention. Amid the sharp, steel spirals of barbed wire, an eye flutters open, the white surrounding his iris standing out in stark contrast to the crimson that extends in every direction.
"SEVEN!"
Vladimir had yet to give any further indication that he was alive, so the unaware umpire continues his call. Hayden considers the dilemma, knowing that if he says nothing, it may very well mean the biggest claim of his career. His Christian ethics prevent this, however, and he gets the attention of the referee, who shrugs and steps away waving his arms to indicate that fall has been broken.
"Oh my god... he's still in it! Vladdy's awake!! HE LIVES!" "I'm absolutely stunned.. I thought he was done for sure and if I'm being honest.. he may still be. I have no idea how anyone could go through all of that and get back into this contest. On top of it, Vlad is still stuck on that wall.."
The Kiwi paces over to his rival, a stoic determination upon his face. He bends down, taking the Bambi Killer by the ankles and places them into the pits of his arms. As he backs up, he lifts the bottom of the Barbarian Lord off of the mat, suspending him in air between himself and the butcher hooks that keep him pinned against the cage. An agonizing scream pours out of the GodKing's gullet as the weight of his frame causes the barbs to sink further in, the flesh and cloth over his right bicep beginning to rise up to a point, taking the form of a macabre tent. The referee comes back around, asking Vladimir if he quit in a tone more befitting a request. The Czar of Scars, ever stubborn, shakes his head, refusing to accept defeat. Hayden, hoping to change his mind, pulls the Romanian taut to a fresh chorus of cries. The skin and cotton peel back from the bloody spike as it erupts amid Strife's upper arm, a layer of crimson pouring off the taper to give way to silver. The sight is enough to make the official recoil, along with many of the stadium's patrons, Ray White moving along to his second bucket, having stored many in just such a case.
"BLURRRGHHH" ".....Holy... fuck..."
The official begins to plead outright with the Romanian Scourge, trying to enlighten him to the severity of his situation.
"Vlad.. please, just give up. You could have broken bones, a concussion, internal bleeding.. You DO have a damn hook sticking through your arm. Just let it be over.. You have nothing to prove.."
The response is short and to the point, surprising George and absolutely nobody else.
"FUCK YOU!"
Hayden releases Vladimir, accepting that even the torture he has subjected him to won't coerce the Titan to forfeit the contest. The ability for a competitor to surrender in the Asylum was more or less a formality, for by the time things had brought men to such drastic means of settling their disputes, neither was ever truly willing to prioritize their survival over victory, no matter how slim the odds became.
"This is hard to watch.. The GodKing has about a snowball's chance in hell right now, yet he still refuses to throw in the towel.." "Did you really expect him to?" "No.. I'd actually be pretty stunned if either of these men chose not to drag this out to the bitter end."
The Kiwi paces to the other side of the ring, looking over the selection of weaponry again as he contemplates his next move. While he does, the Barbarian Lord watches him through the drips of maroon that ride out to the ends of his eyelashes before slipping over and down onto his cheek, joining their brethren. He scoots his legs in close, getting his soles flat against the canvas quietly to keep from alerting the enemy to his movements. He pushes off of the mat, careful to lean forth and remove himself from the cage wall, coming up to his full height for the first time in over ten minutes. His cover is blown as the fans burst into cheers and screams, the commotion turning Hayden's head around to the blood-soaked Behemoth. He rushes at the Titan, knowing he's in far better condition and more prepared for a direct assault. Vladimir's left leg darts back, his toes coming down at an angle and baring down amid his spattered life force. His nemesis notices quickly what is going on, his eyes going wide as Strife exerts the energy of his push up the length of his limb and into his abdomen. The Down Under Wonder slows himself to a halt, doing so in just enough time for the force to run it's course across the Czar of Scars' torso and to the end of his arm, it pumping forth as if straightened by the momentum, rushing to greet the pride of GHW. The infamous punch lands with every bit of the reputation it has garnered, flattening the five-time King of the Deathmatch with a heavy thud.
"LIGHTS OUT!!! YES! YES! YES!" "An absolutely monstrous right hand from Vladimir Strife as he finally reasserts himself in this match!"
Vladimir studies the protrustion beside his humerus, working out routes of extraction within his mind. The official passes him, looking over his downed rival before the Behemoth takes him by the shirt and shoots him a stern glare. Homeless George backs off, understanding fully what the Barbarian Lord does to people he deems to be in the way.
"What are you doing, Vlad? Let him count so you can win!" "After this ordeal, Ray, Vlad has to be looking for some kind of revenge and I would not want to be in Hayden's shoes right now.." "Why not? They look comfortable enough.." "I... I don't even know what to say to you.."
Almost every fishing guide inevitably covers what to do if it should happen that some hapless soul finds themselves on the end of a hook. A basic one provides the easiest solution, for one simply reverses the path it took upon entry to free themselves. Regrettably, the thin tail of the spike made this quite unfeasible for the Romanian. The easiest method of retraction when the hook involved does, in fact, have a barb, is to slip a bit of rope or wire over the eye and onto the curve, then press that eye against the flesh and pull it free, allowing the reversed point to go out as it came in without catching upon anything and causing further damage. This is quite painless but is also, however, impossible if the flesh has been completely skewered. At that point, it is recommended that the fisherman clip or crimp the barb, flattening it so they may follow through as the other plans entail. The most painful and difficult plan of action, as a guide would warn, is to try to pull the implement the rest of the way through. It is suggested that you, instead, seek medical attention as soon as possible. This is also very unlucky for the EVPW co-owner, who knows it will likely be quite some time until he can manage to do so. Most unfortunate of all, though, is that Vladimir Strife has never once gone fishing and possesses none of this knowledge whatsoever.
The European presses the butcher's best friend further along, revealing enough of the crooked shaft that he can take hold of it just behind the business end and drag it out inch by inch. When he gets to the bend, he is forced to twist it about, his flesh and meat torquing and tearing little by little to accommodate the lump of steel. Delicately threading it down to the next shift in direction, an agonizing sensation overwhelms the GodKing's genius, his face locked in a grimace as he flips it over again and runs the curvature through, sliding out the remainder of the length so he can at last part ways with the object of his affliction.
"Oh god, oh god, come to me, bucket!" "Vlad is just possessed... how anybody could do that... just pull that horrific thing through their arm.. it's beyond me. There is simply no length these men won't go to in order to stake their claim that they are undisputedly the greatest of all times."
Noticing that his opponent is beginning to stir, the Czar of Scars adds one more to his title as he makes a drastic call, grabbing the other winding rod and forcing it through his flesh. His nerve ending fire off messages of their woe, the misery bringing Vlad down to one knee and blurring his vision. He acts fast, repeating his previous procedure as Hayden starts to rise, determined to be done with the snare once and for all. A moment later, finished and free, he tosses the prick of a weapon to the canvas, it landing at the base of the individual who'd introduced them.
The scene before the Pride of GHW is like something from a horror movie, blood highlighting the path of the Romanian in puddles and he swiftly kicks away two of the tools responsible for this before lashing the boot across the fractured cheek of the embodiment of SCW. Strife tumbles over, barely catching himself with one of his tender limbs, which goes unnoticed to the cruiserweight, already on to something else as he darts toward a set of ropes. Having kept an eye on the man who intrigued him all these years, a star of such different style and mentality whose early career nearly mirrored his own, Vlad is more than aware of what will follow. He forces himself up to his feet as fast as he can, clearing the path as Hayden launches himself toward the cables, his feet slapping down across the middle. It bows under him, straining to catch the nearly two hundred pounds of incoming HardKore, before slinging him back toward the center of the ring. He arches his back, curling his spine and flipping back on what he believes to be a path toward victory. As his eyes focus on his intended touchdown, he tries to re-calibrate his position, pushing his legs down to stop himself from belly-flopping. The Behemoth steps back under Hayden, preventing either possibility from actualization as he ducks his head down and shoves it between the thighs of the human projectile, each hand grabbing the back of a calf muscle. With a huge stomp forth, the GodKing rips the limbs down and in past his sides, shrugging his shoulders. The New Zealander is leveraged upon them, a lever to their fulcrum as his nemesis assists his revolution. 10 seconds and 360 degrees after he left one set of ropes, the Wellington Warrior barely misses the other, slamming just North of them across the thick steel diamonds, his inertia screeching to a halt as his shoulders and skull pound upon the wall. His arms slip behind the thick nylon, keeping him from falling down to the mat.
"Alabama Slam into the cage wall! What an impact! Vlad isn't out of this one just yet, folks." "Yes! Go Vladdy poo!!" "Nothing could make me happier than knowing I will never have to hear you say that ever again.."
Clinging to consciousness and the top rope, Hayden watches his opponent shifting back from two forms to one with a complete disregard for focus and the laws of nature. The blur of fury rips him away from his support line, holding his shins in the pits of his arms and allowing the Kiwi to flip back once more and between his legs. As the sum of his swing since he left his feet nears 540 degrees, the Barbarian Lord drops down, Hayden hitting the canvas face first with a 234 pound monkey on his lower back. The GodKing maintains his grasp, fast, fleeted feet pressed to his bruised and broken ribs, deepening the arch of his enemy's spine as he bends him back.
"That right there is a prime example of what makes these men so devastating. Either one is so thoroughly educated and versed in this business that they can hit you with nearly any strike, move, or hold from almost any position. Vladimir just swung Hayden through his legs like a damn pendulum and dropped into a Boston Crab with him. I've never seen anything like it." "Go Vlad! That's why he's the best!" "Ray, don't let that undersell Hayden's ability to do exactly the same. His very style is so unique that by the time most men begin to adapt to it, the match is already over."
~Hayden~
Vladimir applies pressure to the hold, bending his lightweight Kiwi opponent like a pretzel and contorting his spine into an inhumane shape. With his larger frame seated on Hayden's shoulder blades, he pushes the Jackass's face into the mat while using Hayden's legs as handlebars on his imaginary Chopper. The chopper does not make a low, manly rumble as it idles in the ring; moreso a muffled caw of agony as the sound escapes the lips of GHW's Finest. Fresh from removing the barbed butchers hooks from each bicep, clear puncture wounds are visible as Vladimir pulls back on his handlebars, chunks of flesh missing from where he had pulled the hooks free. Needless to say, blood pours from the fresh wounds. The crimson trail drips onto the small of Hayden's upside down back and flows down the length of his trunk, pooling in the spot where his spine levels out, just beneath his crushed shoulder blades. With a suspected broken collarbone to match his bicep wounds, Vladimir Strife is running on adrenaline alone - his body doing its utmost to mask the crippling surges of pain surging through him like shockwaves.
The Kiwi, in contrast to Vladimir's battered and bloodied demeanour, looks to be weathering the match rather well so far. Although welted, his skin is yet to break. Although exhausted, his body has not yet failed him. Although he finds himself locked in a Boston Crab, with a maniacal deviant trying his hardest to break his spine, he refuses to yield. Without the advantage of a rope break, Hayden's only choice to break the move is to create leverage. Being the smaller framed man, the weaker man - as a test of strength would go, this would not likely be done by his strength alone. Clawing his way along the ground, Hayden inches ever closer to his goal. Not the ropes, but the wall of the cell itself. The Hardcore Kiwi grits his teeth, agony etched onto every muscle in his face as he nears the wall. Reaching a trusted left fist forward, the New Zealand native clutches the wire mesh of the Asylum Cage structure. He holds on despite Vladimir's attempted swatting away of the hand, soon reaching up a second hand and pulling himself upwards. The effect takes two or three pain-staking attempts before Hayden manages to see the fruits of his labour. Soon, he had managed to right himself, tipping Vladimir onto his back and forcing the Romanian to loosen the hold. Although free, the move had clearly taken a toll on the Kiwi, who finds himself resting exhaustedly against the wall of the cell, worried hands scanning the epicentres of pain along his spinal cord and attempting to massage the effects of Vladimir's Romanian Crab away.
"He's not done yet, folks... How much more can Vladimir throw at Hayden before his wounds catch up with him?" "And how much more of this match can I stomach before the night is out?" "At least you have come prepared Ray, and are not using my hat as a bucket. I think I wuld whoop your ass if you tried that. What are you on now, bucket number three?" "How nice of you to keep count..." "Well, that's judging from the stench. Can we get a runner to take these damned buckets away. I don't want to be smelling Ray's Clam Chowder all night, not when history is being made in front of me."
while Jimmy Pate's request is being silently dealt with, the match continues within the Asylum Cage. The exhausted Kiwi Battler picks up the pace, willing his body into the next metaphorical gear. The Jackass passes across the ring, bounding off the ring ropes and charging at his target. Lining up the Collarbone of Vladimir Strife, Hayden leaps into the air and aims a Cross Body with all of the accuracy that you would expect from the veteran. He does not notice, however, that in his absence Vladimir had reached above him to retrieve a new supply of weaponry. Hiding it behind his back, Strife does his best to look helpless, injured. It is not difficult, seeing as he is actually injured. Injured, but far from helpless. He waits for Hayden to leave his feet, until the moment of no return has passed, before revealing his hand. Swinging with vinegar and accuracy, a flash of white sails through the air; extending out of the now bloodied hands of the Czar of Scars.
*Crash*
Half of the light tube shatters on impact, swatting the Flying Kiwi out of the sky and dropping him to the mat. A direct hit on his forehead causes a large gash to form, which soon seeps blood; the first time in the match Hayden had done so. Vladimir is left holding the second half of the weapon as the remaining shards of glass scatter themselves around the mat. Although only half of the tube is still in his hand, it is still more than enough for a second swipe. The dazed Kiwi instinctively stands to his feet after crashing and burning to the mat at Strife's feet. Not a hundred percent sure what happened, the answer soon becomes clear as the white lightsaber-type flash of Vladimir's light tube slices the air once more and connects again with the Kiwi's head, this time slightly above his forehead along his hairline. Again, the light tube shatters and leaves Vladimir holding a portion of light tube just a little larger than his own fist. Hayden takes two punch-drunk staggering steps forward before collapsing to the mat, directly on top of a pile of scattered shards of razor sharp glass.
Vladimir does not smile as he approaches his downed prey. He does not take delight in his destruction. His eyes scream in agony from his numerous injuries but his face remains stoic. Kneeling beside the battered Kiwi, Vladimir flips the remaining fist-sized portion of light tube until he is holding it like a dagger. Lifting Hayden's head off the canvas, he takes the dagger and drives it into the already cut forehead of Hayden HardKore. As the glass digs into the thin layer of skin and flesh covering the bone of his skull, Hayden's eyes pop open. This time the caw of agony is not muffled. Hayden's voice comes as blood-curdling and bone chilling as one can imagine, forcing many of the fans around the arena to cover eyes, mouths, ears or other various orifices. Slowly, methodically, Vladimir cuts a jagged line across the forehead of his friend; he cuts a lasting memory into Hayden's mind.
"Err, folks. JP here. Ray White has left the building. Something about the blood curdling cries of Hayden HardKore were too much for him. Currently, he is seated underneath his commentary desk with his fingers in his ears, slowly rocking himself back and forth... I think we might have broken him." Static fills the airways as Ray White's channel remains silent. "This match has sure taken turns for the devious, turns for the vicious. I knew that this thing was going to be bloody when we started, but I had no idea that it would be like this. All joking aside, these men are pouring their lives into this match. Hayden has been saying it for weeks now; he does not expect either man to walk away from this match. And I am inclined to believe him. When we see the likes of what we have seen so far tonight, these men are going to leave here forever changed."
It takes until the jagged gash is completed until the light tube decides to finally give, all but shattering in the clenched fist of its wielder. Vladimir takes the turn to stand, using the wall of the cage to assist his battered body and turns his back on the bloodied pulp of his friend's face. Hayden feebly lifts an arm in his wake, before his neck loses the strength to hold his head up any more and he sinks back into the canvas. Linking his plan together, Vladimir readies the second weapon he had prepared while Hayden was staggering to his feet, pulling a simple metal corkscrew from his pocket. The corkscrew flails expertly into Vladimir's right hand and the GodKing approaches the downed carcass of Hayden HardKore once more. Grabbing Hayden by the hair with his free hand, Vladimir flips him onto his back, enough to cause Hayden to wake up a little from his pain-induced slumber. The Kiwi sits up as Vladimir approaches, blood now flowing freely down his face, into his eyes and mouth. Wiping the blood from his eyes so that he can see, Hayden soon wished that he hadn't. All he sees is Vladimir's lumbering figure, corkscrew in hand, swinging towards his legs. The corkscrew is driven home, directly into the soft flesh of a pressure point just above his left kneecap. Vladimir's expert accuracy ansures that the shot does not miss its mark. Hayden's crimson face contorts into agony once more, his eyes closing and his head rising as if looking into the heavens. His mouth opens and a howl erupts from within the void. A howl that is cut short, not by Vladimir Strife, but by Hayden himself sinking into the void on unconsciousness.
Vladimir stands, once again turning from the carnage in his wake as the referee begins his long, drawn out count.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
Giving himself the time to recuperate, Vladimir himself collapses to the canvas, onto his hands and knees. His face touches the mat, as if prostrated before the almighty. The ironic pose is lost on Vladimir, as the Romanian is himself lost within a world of his own agony.
"THREE!"
"FOUR!"
"Ray, come back... This one might be the end." "I am not sure that I want to see, JP. How about I just call the match from down here?" "Sure, whatever... I am a better commentary team by myself anyway. You'll be about the same from down there as you usually are. Hayden has slipped into unconsciousness after all of the barrage that Vladimir Strife has put him through. I hate to break it to you Ray, but it is now two of your favourite faces all carved up." "Haydee as well as my Vladdy-poo? It is like a nightmare that I will never waken from."
"FIVE!"
Clawing his way to his feet once more, Vladimir reaches above him to pull down a new variety of weaponry; a tell-tale bag, its contents needlessly hidden. All around the arena knows what is hidden within. He holds the bag in his right fist, a precaution in case the Kiwi awakens.
"SIX!"
A groan from the Kiwi, a slicker of a fingertip. A single sign of life. Enough for the referee to deem the match continues. Shaking his head respectfully at the Kiwi's resolve, Vladimir unties the drawstring on the bag and empties the thumb-tacks over the mat, mixing them in with the remaining shards of glass that are not already underneath Hayden's body. While he is preparing the altar, the sacrificial lamb is stirring. His eyes slowly open and he surveys the scene around him. Hayden shakily sits up, the simple action mustering all of the strength in his body.
Vladimir tosses the empty bag away, turning his attention to the match at hand. Ignoring the aches and pains in his body, the Romanian Behemoth assists Hayden to his feet, pulling him up to a vertical base. Hayden stands on jelly-legs, looking set to topple at the slightest breeze. Vladimir steadies his friend by pushing the Kiwi's head down in between his legs and locking him into the beginnings of a Powerbomb. The stunned crowd, having witnessed the carnage already in the match halt their cheering momentarily as Vladimir hooks the Kiwi Battler's arms behind his back. Knowing what is about to follow, the crowd rise as one and encourage the infamous move. Vladimir flicks his hair back out of his face in recognition to the crowd and grits his teeth. He knows that this amount of exertion will hurt his collarbone, but he does not care. With a deep breath, Vladimir hoists Hayden up into the air before driving him back down to the mat, directly on top of the pile of thumb-tacks he had just finished scattering like bird seed. Hayden lands on his neck and shoulders, crashing to earth as the Skesis Driver hits home in all of its glory. Vladimir, finishing the move by sitting out, has the not so glamorous tasks of pulling thumb-tacks from the seat of his pants, while Hayden simply flops onto the remainder of the pile back first. The sight of Hayden's lifeless carcass is once more enough to call the referee over. Homeless George once more takes centre stage, restarting his count.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
Again, a hush falls over the crowd as the inevitable end to the match had seemingly arrived. Around the arena, not a soul dare speak, save for Homeless George whose sole voice adds to the tension in the air.
"FOUR!"
"FIVE!"
"Skesis Driver might have sealed the deal here folks. After all of the hammering Hayden's body has been through, not to mention Vladimir's own body; there is only so much these warriors can take." "Super human, these men are. There is no logical explanation for how either of these men are still going." "Well, technically, only one of these men are in fact still going. Hayden seems as dead as a doornail."
"SIX!"
"SEVEN!"
"EIGHT!"
Homeless George's count nears its penultimate number, and the crowd wait in silent anticipation.
"NINE!"
Just as George's hands shoot up for the ninth call, he notices a flicker. Thinking that his eyes have simply played tricks on him, or too much paper-bag whisky might be ailing his senses, he readies himself for the last call. He is cut short as Hayden's mouth opens and the Kiwi lets out a feeble groan. Not an almighty roar, but an almost whisper; although enough to allow Hayden to continue.
"I don't bloody believe it..." "Nice to see you have rejoined me at the table Ray, and just in time I might add. Judging from the deafening roar that just echoed around the crowd Ray, I don't think anybody bloody believes that Hayden is still in this. Barely, hanging by a thread and by a single count, but he's still there."
Vladimir is stunned and he soon spurs himself into action, after a short amount of disbelieving hair pulling. The Romanian GodKing once more helps Hayden to his feet, leading him over to the cage wall where he proceeds to hurl the Kiwi at the unforgiving wire mesh wall. Hayden crashes much like a cartoon character hitting a plate glass window, full bodied, before dropping to the mat once more. Vladimir is on him in an instant, hoisting him up by the seat of his pants and leading the Kiwi over to the opposite cage wall. He looks set to Irish Whip Hayden into the wall, given the close proximity to the wall itself, a move that could well end the match on the spot. As he pulls Hayden forward, the Kiwi alters his trajectory ever so slightly. Instead of charging straight into the cage wall, Hayden now heads for the turnbuckle. The Kiwi, steering himself toward danger, proceeds to scramble up the turnbuckle before using the momentum that he had gathered from Vladimir's Irish Whip to run along the cell wall. Vladimir, stands stunned underneath him as the Kiwi high flier rounds the corner of the cage and begins around the perpendicular wall. He stands stunned as Hayden grabs the Romanian by the still outstretched hand and flicks him into a Tilt-a-Whirl Head-scissors.
"I'll say it again... Cheese and Crackers!" "Hayden just ran up the turnbuckle, along the wall of the Asylum Cage and then leapt back into a move of his own against Vlad... Is that even possible?" "It must be, I just saw it happen with my own two eyes."
Hayden's unexpected burst of life had brought him from the brink of extinction to hanging upside down from the GodKing's neck. Using his weight to angle the move where he wants it, Hayden slides Vladimir away from the cage wall and back toward the centre of the ring. With enough momentum gathered to keep spinning his body around Vladimir's all day, Hayden transitions the move into the next segment. He throws the pair off balance, causing Vladimir to start falling forward. As he falls, Hayden grabs the behemoth with one arm, a single Armed DDT driving Vladdy-poo directly into the mess of thumb-tacks and broken glass shards that Hayden's slender frame had not managed to pick up. The Arm of God would inevitably follow, and Hayden locks in his trusted submission move by floating over as the move lands into a Fujuwara Arm Bar. Vladimir finds himself helpless, broken and bleeding, locked in the best move Hayden's arsenal has to try and force him to yield.
"Arm of God! Vladimir might have a broken collarbone. Is Hayden going to force him to tap?" "It's a history lesson tonight Ray. Shades of a young Santo Masceras there. And punctuated with thumb-tacks for good measure. If Vladimir is ever going to yield, this is the time."
~Vladimir~
Trapped in the excruciating Fujiwara armbar, Vladimir's twisted visage begins to relax after a few moments, a grimace giving way to a grin. It was the most agonizing form of the basic submission he had ever bore witness to, but it also was a move he was intimately familiar with, it being a staple of his own arsenal, his extensive knowledge of it telling him just how to counter. The Behemoth retracts his remaining limbs, pulling them in close to his body so that he can hunker down and concentrate his forces. Utilizing his advantages of size and strength, the Romanian Scourge begins to push back against the hold, slowly moving Hayden enough that he can raise his shoulder off of the canvas and relieve part of the pressure. The Kiwi fights back, putting his weight down onto the rotary cuff, but it's no match for the power of the Czar of Scars, who shows him that even the Arm of God is not sufficient enough to bend his will, getting up to his hand and knees before the Jackass relents. GHW's Finest rushes to his feet, looking to get the jump on his regal rival by arming himself, a clamor of boots behind him heightening his sense of urgency as it becomes clear that the Barbarian Lord has similar plans. He grabs the nearest weapon to himself, pulling it free from the wire mesh ceilin, just in time to hear a sharp whirring from his blindspot. His heart plummets, landing low in his gut, but his veteran instincts are as keen as ever. Hayden spins around, wildly batting with the shovel and landing a blow across the forearm of the co-owner, sending the drill tumbling to the mat. Strife is defenseless to the next swing, raising his arms to protect his countenance, only to have the spade land clear between them and against his collarbone. He drops to a knee, professing the rantings of a sailor as he shelters his tortured clavicle with his hands.
"And Hayden just taking the punishment to Vlad's clavicle. He's been favoring that spot a bit and you just have to be careful with that. Once your opponent smells blood in the water, things can go downhill VERY quickly." "What? They aren't fighting in water.. Are you high, Jimmy?" JP pinches the bridge of his nose, resisting the temptation to slap his broadcast partner.
Before Vladimir can recover, the shovel comes down across his shoulder with a thunderous clap, as if trying to get at the injury from the other side, grounding the Impaler. The original King of the Deathmatch lies against the mat, fighting to recapture his jagged breaths. They grow ever faster as the sole of his greatest successor clamps down on the back of his wrist and a familiar sound fills his ears. Hayden opens a storage compartment along the side of the power drill, a handful of accessories spilling out and over the tacks and glass. He carefully extracts one from the shrapnel, setting it upon the magnetic tip and squeezing the trigger, watching the spiraled length become a blur as he begins to lower it toward the hand that'd nearly cleared his consciousness. The Hall of Famer resists, but his flesh does not, easily giving way under the twisted spike, the threaded shaft burrowing through and leaving only the head of the screw in sight as it burrows into the canvas and secures the slapper in place. The iron fist that has reigned over the wrestling industry for seven years affixed to the mat, it's defenseless owner cycles between tugging at his limb and screaming at the pain this brings.
"My poor Vlad! How's he supposed to punch Hayden into next week with his hand like that?" "I think keeping him from using that hand and keeping him down is kind of the point here, Ray.."
Turning his gaze toward the rafters, the Jackass spots yet another chance to give the GodKing a taste of his own medicine. Hayden takes down the coiled up steel and unfurls it, the crowd cheering him on as the links slink down. He spins the chain whip about, practicing to make the most of the punishment he will soon dole out. As he gets comfortable with the weapon, he lashes forth with it, bringing it down across the lumbar of the legend, leaving welts and yelps in it's wake. Certain he can do better, the Down Under Wonder gives it a hard spin, the links twirling in a full rotation before they cut air, cloth and skin, bringing fresh blood to the Kingly compilation of wounds. The Czar of Scars pulls away from the canvas, stripping the path of the screw and screaming out until his voice grows hoarse. The solid steel links come snapping at Vladimir again, pounding across the ring's cover as their intended target darts out of the path of destruction, the booming impact highlighting the bullet he's dodged. The Messiah of the Asylum pops up to his feet, bringing his open palm forth and using the unholy stigmata to turn the cheek of the Holy Warrior. Hayden stumbles away from the slap, a deep gash across his cheek as he grabs the ropes and runs his fingers over it, none too surprised by the slickness he finds at the site.
"And for those of you keeping track at home, Ray is now on his 4th bucket, which is a new record if I'm not mistaken. Ray?" "HUUUGCK." "I'm going to say that's a 'yes'."
The Kiwi turns and lashes at the Behemoth again, but the target steps in close and grabs him by the wrist, stopping his momentum and tearing at his flesh with the protruding spike. A knee to the gut remedies this, causing Vlad to release him as he sluggishly makes his way toward the open realty of wire mesh. Hayden abandons the chain-whip, revisiting the other favorite of the GodKing as he picks up the drill and alters it's direction before grabbing the hand of the Barbarian Lord and reversing the path of the screw to alleviate the accidental armament. Strife borrows this plan of action, a bloody backhand batting away the power tool from the grasp of the Holy High-Flyer. As the Barbarian Lord begins to walk toward him, Hayden quickly surveys the area, trying to find a way to rout the fury of the Titan. The cruiserweight has no fear of going toe to toe with the Romanian, but he knew that to do so while the Judas of GHW was still experiencing a surge of rage and adrenaline was nothing short of suicidal. He lets Strife take one more step forth, walking backwards out of his path, reeling him in before throwing a swift kick into his stomach, forcing the Monarch of Madness to bow. He wastes no time in racing to the flank of the Impaler, leaping up and stomping down upon the head of the spade with his full weight. The shovel shifts harshly toward the force, the handle shooting up and catching Vlad under the eye with its conclusion, the cracks along his cheekbone spidering wildly. His hands wrap about the impacted area as he collapses to the mat, the base of his palm muffling the sounds of his horror.
"Jesus! What an impact!! Any other night or match and this thing would probably be over right there. As we've went over, one of these men will have to force the other out for a ten count, where they fail to respond in any way, to bring this to an end. Either that or coax them to submit, but I just honestly see either of these men throwing in the towel at this point.." "Of course not. This is their final match, Jimmy. Who would want to go out a quitter?" "Nobody wants to, Ray, but sometimes you just don't have a choice. Why don't you get into the ring sometime yourself? You'll see. It's entirely different from sitting out here calling the match."
Not yet finished with his onslaught, Hayden closes in on the fallen Titan, taking him by the legs and holding them to his sides, making his way in until he can clasp his fingers over the Czar of Scars' midriff. His reddening and strained face tell the tale as David lifts Goliath, mustering enough strength to bring him to level with his waistline. This happens to be plenty enough for the Kiwi's purposes, so he drops down, twisting toward the side as he does to keep from sitting on the business end of the gardening tool and drops the Barbarian Lord upon his busted visage. Strife cries out loud once again, rolling away from the crimson outline of his crushed countenance to tend to it. GHW's Finest follows and takes the Bambi Killer by the hair, pulling him back to his height to continue the contest. As Vlad's hands peel away from wounded features, it appears as though his face has molded to their crevices, having puffed grotesquely like a marshmallow in a microwave, engulfing his eye and forcing it to remain shut. The tri-champion recoils from the sight instinctively, his stomach threatening to follow the lead of Ray White's.
"Bucket 5! And Lord Almighty... Vladimir's face is just demolished! This is just sickening.." Distant retching fills in the role of Ray White, who begins to wish he had the option to surrender the match.
Forcing himself to fight on past the horrendous inflation of flesh, Hayden reminds himself that this is ultimately what he came for and swings a somewhat restrained punt at the midsection of the Romanian. Despite his halved line of sight, Vladimir sees the incoming shot and juts both hands before, seizing the boot before it can make contact. Unfortunately for him, this is precisely as his opponent had planned, leaving him occupied and unable to defend against the other foot as it swings up and slams across his battered and broken cheekbone, knocking him down to the mat.
"Enzuigiri! That shot hit right across the swollen half of the Behemoth's face! He's down! That could be it!" His comment stand on their own, his partner still trying to ease his appetite enough to continue to witness the carnage inside of the cage.
With Vlad down and quite possibly out, Hayden races toward the corner, aiming to at last answer the question of who is the best with a solution that has ultimately solved so many problems before. He grabs onto the top turnbuckle, looking up before realizing that the Asylum's ceiling is too low for the grand finale he has in mind. Ever adaptable, the Hardkore Hurricane deftly claims a steel chair, unfolding it and setting it before the turnpost. He paces away from the impromptu platform, giving himself room for a running start. A glance over his shoulder ensures that he's cleared for landing and he takes off, leaping onto the seat. He pushes off the edge, flinging his body back in a crescent and going heel over head. He torques his body around as he comes down, tucking his chin against his collarbone to brace for impact and brings his upperback and shoulders down across the busted Romanian ribcage. The inertia carries through the voracious vessel, the force of the fellows giving their bodies a small bounce as the ring thrusts back against the force. Hayden uses the energy return to spring up to his bottom, coming up to sit beside the motionless Monarch, received with a thunderous burst of cheers, every fan in the stadium seeming to sing praises of the Flying Kiwi. Homeless George steps in on the opposite side of the EVPW co-owner, as eager as the patrons to set in stone the epic conclusion of two of the grandest careers in the industry.
"ONE!"
"The Flying Kiwi!! Hayden hit it! That's got to be it!" "No..."
"TWO!"
The trampled Tyrant lies there silently still, the expressionless ruby bulk of his upturned countenance resembling the squished innards of a blood orange.
"THREE!"
"I have to say... even with everything Vlad has done.. it's just hard to see him like this. Just so absolutely broken.." "Yeah.."
"FOUR!"
The crowd rallies along the edges of their chairs with bated breath as the mythical Impaler remains devoid of motion, sprawled out in front of the world in a state of vulnerability many had come to think him incapable of. His nigh fabled reputation often seemed to dispute the idea that Vladimir had limitations, but on this his final night in the squared circle, Hayden had exposed them before the world and left them out for all to see.
"FIVE!"
"SIX!"
GHW's Finest grabs onto the middle rope, using it to leverage himself back up to his feet. As the realization dawns upon him that the end is finally in sight, his muscles at last begin to relax. He stood upon the summit of Mount Olympus, four small steps from the peak where so very few before him had reached.
"SEVEN!"
Having corrected himself at last, the weary Wellington Warrior saunters over to the GodKing, his heart a contradiction in the moment. While it ached for the combatant he'd come to call a friend and his grim appearance, it also cried with elation for the end of a vicious bout that could be summed up no better than a journey through hell. He whispers gently to the bested Behemoth, his faint musings lost upon deaf ears.
"Thank you, my friend.."
"EIGHT!"
"As this fight comes to an end, I just want to say that I feel very privileged to have been able to witness and be a part of both of these men's careers. They are two of the best the business has ever seen and may ever see again. It's been an honor." "Yeah, it has.."
Standing at the threshold of his career's apex, the Holy Warrior holds his head high, taking in a final view of what has long been the epicenter of his life. As he does, memories begin to flood his brain, his career flashing by as one's very life might in the face of death. From his multitude of championships to his repeated attempts at the famous NeXuS to holding three titles simultaneous, Hayden truly was the most decorated star in the business. His was a legacy of glory and honor in many a ways, sharp in contrast to the infamous reign of terror and controversy of his opponent. It was a difference that permeated from their very essence to everything they had touched. From the lands of GHW, where sportsmanship and entertainment were key to the barbarism SCW had brought to them, where too far was never enough and the line of morality had long been trampled beyond recognition. From the elegance and grace of the Flying Kiwi to the sickening thud of a Skesis Driver. From the Shakespearean romance that lead to Hayden's engagement with the lovely Chick with Kick to Vladimir savagely defiling her. The men represented two sides of coin joined only by their values in the business and the brutal flip they were engaged in.
"NINE!"
Without warning, the interior of Vladimir's forearm slaps across the crook of Hayden's structural vulnerability, weakening it's integrity and sending the Down Under Wonder face first to the mat as the GodKing rolls over. He plants a knee into the fabric, creating a fulcrum as he pulls himself up, stepping over the prone protagonist and establishing his own support. The Behemoth straightens his other leg, taking hold of his adversary's remaining one to reign in control. He slips the Kiwi's ankle into the fold of it's opposing limb and clamps the calf down over it, sticking an arm into the loop he has created and lacing his fingers. He reels it in close to his chest, forcing the embodiment of GHW into an awkward arch. The Jackass pulls at his hair, the tormenting Texas Cloverleaf sending spasms up the length of his spine. Homeless George rushes to his side with an excitement once reserved only for the promise of alcohol, questioning his will to continue. Despite the torture, the New Zealand Native has no interest in surrender, trying to shake off the effects as he claws toward the edge of the ring once again.
"HE'S ALIVE!! Vlad, just absolutely out of nowhere, he's still in this thing and he's got the Texas Cloverleaf on Hayden! Yes! YES! GO VLAD!!" "How the hell is he though? I don't think even the best scientists in the world could explain to me how either of these men still can go on after everything they've put each other through tonight!"
Refusing to fall for the same tactic twice, the Barbarian Lord takes a step back and tucks the latching limb into the pit of his arm, removing the other from the void before squatting. He gives a light slab to the ribs of his righteous rival, prompting him to raise his arms. He does so only minutely, but it's quite enough for the GodKing to interject his fingers, prying the limbs back at the hinge until he can slide his own through and meet them with his own. His legs spread out, stabilizing himself and lowering his center of gravity, allowing him to pick Hayden up from the mat, raising the cruiserweight before himself, his head dangling beneath him. Strife squeezes his hold, bringing the ends of his nemesis's body in closer. He pleads with the tightly bound package to yield, begging for an end to their battle.
"GIVE UP!"
"NO!"
"It's over, you stubborn fuck! Just give up!"
"NEVER!!"
With no other options remaining, the GodKing takes things in a direction he hoped it wouldn't have to go: down. He constricts the Kiwi with all of his might, forcing his head back from the agony and the curvature of his body, releasing a fresh chorus of cries. Strife jumps up, garnering what it little more than a hop with his 196 extra pounds, tucking his boots back to remove the only thing between the combatants and and the canvas. His knees pound thunder and dust from the ring, impaling the visage of the five-time King Of The Deathmatch before them. With his legs wound together and subject to the whims of the Czar of Scars, Hayden's body has nowhere to go but out. It bows, a sickening arch following from the base of his cranium to his tailbone, his midsection jutting out and threatening to snap in half. The Titan releases his final foe, unable to contain the rebounding energy as the body fights to straighten itself. The famous Triple Champion crashes unceremoniously with a flop at the base of the Behemoth, lifeless in appearance and, hopefully, nothing more. A silence takes over the Concord attendance, the brutality of the Barbarian Lord claiming the last casualty as the referee begins to etch the record into the annals of history.
"ONE!"
"OH MY GOD!! SKESIS DEATH DRIVER!!" "GHW's Finest just got flattened by the Judas of GHW with the only move to have been banned in GHW! I LOVE IT!!"
"TWO!"
~Vladimir - Finish~
"THREE!"
"FOUR!"
Not a sound is audible beyond the referee's count, every man, woman and child in the arena sitting upon the edge of their seat in anticipation and awe.
"FIVE!"
"SIX!"
"SEVEN!"
"Hayden is not moving folks.. That is just an incredible and destructive move. I only hope that there isn't something more sinister to the reason why he's not responding." "For once, I can agree. Vlad may be my favorite of all times, but the last thing you ever want to see is one of these stars injured in that ring.."
"EIGHT!"
"NINE!"
It's last call for the legendary New Zealand native, who lay in a heap of broken and battered humanity before the Barbarian Lord.
"TEN!"
The bell rings as the epic battle of these hall of famers comes to a close, Vladimir's music striking back up as he collapses in exhausting next to his final opponent. As the men lie there, having given their all on this night, a chant climbs over the theme, growing by the minute.
"THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!"
"And that's all she wrote, folks! Vladimir Strife has defeated Hayden Hardkore in the vicious Asylum Cage and all I can say is thank you to both of these men for all of the action, the matches and the memories you've given to us and to this business. There will never be another star quite like either of these legends before us." "You've got that damned right, Jimmy."
As the Asylum Cage ascends back to the heavens, EMT's swarm the ring, dragging stretchers behind them as they rush to get treatment to the legends. All the while that they do so, the fans continue to cheer, standing on their feet in respect and admiration as they say farewell to two of the biggest names in the business.
Pygmy The Downward Spiral
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:58 am
Against Frenchie, Razor, and Meth(even if I lost :< )
pegasus187 HOFer
Posts : 710 Join date : 2013-07-23 Age : 34 Location : Great Falls, MT
Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:35 am
Either the Street Fight I had with Ash Wheeler on Mayhem #6 the 2 out of 3 Falls Match vs Kani at Mayhem #9.....I think (which got really rushed near the end, I was sick that day as well, but I really enjoyed writing it, debuting the Package Piledriver move) or the Semi Final KOX match from 2011 vs TK Clockwork Orange House of Fun
pegasus187 HOFer
Posts : 710 Join date : 2013-07-23 Age : 34 Location : Great Falls, MT
Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:39 am
EEYEN wrote:
I always thought my tag match with Jay was better than Chilly and Mick's opposing match. My best singles match was probably that 7 man Steel Asylum match at Revolutionary Wars 2. vs. you, Adam, among others.
I was in that, Cruiser X Title Match.
pegasus187 HOFer
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:41 am
Deathstroke wrote:
Caleb wrote:
Ooh, good question... I can't think of only one, so I'll limit it down to a few that I think were pretty good.
1. King of the mountain vs. Razor, Nate, McNugget, and Hall. I love ladder matches, and I love multiple-people matches. Throw those together and when all members of the match are in 2 different stables, it's like writing a tag team match but not at the same time. At no point in this match did I start rushing or want it to be over with. With each new paragraph I had fresher ideas and incorporated them smoothly. Not to mention it was my 4th XWA heavyweight championship win.
2. Ladder match as CJ Hardy vs. DC Hennig. At the time, DC Hennig was THE man of Mayhem. He had just beaten the world champion, he hadn't lost a match since his return, and he was about to win the world championship in his next match. So I became the number 1 contender to his Cruiser-X championship in a ladder match. Ladder matches always give me my best spots. It also helped set up my faction with the GM Razor Xtreme. Another match I enjoyed writing, but not as much as my KOTM.
3. Ironman match/Last Man Standing vs. Shawn Duster. Duster was only the best TcW/ETW/TPW whatever writer known to the internet. I was just a rookie who was placed in a number 1 contenders match where not a single person predicted me to win. I come out on top of that, and begin my greatest rivalry in e-fed history. I turned heel, aligned myself with the GM DDanger(Wow, I have a bad habit), and produced an ironman match that solidified me as a main eventer. I lost by a point and was then put in a rematch the next card as a last man standing match that ended in a draw. That set up months of an on and off rivalry and it was so damn fun working with him.
4. Steel cage match w/ Hall vs. Xtreme Stallions. Any match handing Megaman his only loss in history is pretty damned awesome.
I remember grading that, excellent match! I was surprised you beat DC, not cause I didn't think you could, but because you always said you were better with Caleb than you were with CJ, but you wrote a great match. I still remember the ending where I believe you handcuffed DC Hennig after RX interfered?
Ahh yes, the match where I pulled an all nighter and wrote through the day up till Raw the night Miz cashed in MITB to win the WWE title
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Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time?
Subject: Re: What was your best fed match of all time? 
"Your match was more entertaining in 'entertainment factor' but I still have to give entertainment to Lawson, his was still better."
