Post by Desperado on Aug 29, 2010 8:58:54 GMT -5
Both competitors lay on the cold canvas floor, exhausted and fighting to get themselves back into the match. The Hardcore King broke past the mental barrier that was holding him back and fought past the fatigue to regain a stance whilst his rival was stirring and had barely managed to get back to his knees, his arms still supporting him, placed against the mat as he struggled before the King in a prostrated position. Vladimir threw his shoe into Desperado's rib-cage causing him to fall back into the canvas, both arms wrapped around the bruised area.
Vladimir crouched down, taking a-hold of Desperado's head, unable to grasp his hair due to the shaved head that stood before him. Brooklyn's finest threw a quick, sharp punch into Vlad's gut, allowing him to drop Vladimir onto his shoulders before dumping him into the canvas with a fireman's carry. Desperado fell back onto the ground besides his antagonist, breathing heavily, trying to conjure a plan as well as the strength and will-power to carry out whatever plan he was thinking.
He didn't linger no more as an imaginary bulb lit up besides his head. He knew what he had to do to win this match. It was now or never. This was the opportunity he was awaiting to put his career back on track. Desperado had wanted this more than anything since his career began in this industry. As he got back to his feet, his eyes initiated a search for the barbed-wired bat that had been provided for this match. With the weapons in hand he went back for Vladimir who was almost back onto his feet now. They knew the end was near as they stood before each staring one another down. The Romanian Warrior stood there weaponless as the Deadly and Dangerous one raised the modified baseball bat. He threw a swing of the weapon toward his opponent who grasped the incoming attack with both hands, the barbs digging into the skin of his palms. The two battled for one final test of strength but the dead-lock was broken from not the contest itself but a kick to the midsection by Desperado followed by a knock to the head of the Titan. Vladimir crashed to the ground, Desperado dropping down besides him. Grabbing a handful of thumbtacks from the ground, Desperado stuck them into Strife's face, knocking them in place using the baseball, aggravating the injuries Vladimir had already sustained. With blood seeping from several incisions in the former KotDM Champion's visage, Desperado wrapped his hands around his foe's face, having already trapped the left arm of Vladimir in between his knee's.
"Its the Lock of Desperation, ... Desperado has locked it in. The deadly submission hold that has remained dormant in Desperado's arsenal for a very long time."
"If there was any time to pull that maneuver out of the bag, this was it. I don't know if Vlad has got it in him to fight through this."
Vladimir the Impaler, screamed in agony as the force applied through the Cross-face dug the tacks further into the flesh of his cheeks. Thriving like a fish out of water, Vladimir began flailing his legs and arms. Desperado struggled to contain him and after a long moment of fighting, the momentum eventually fell in the victim's favour, with Vladimir finally breaking free. The skin around hi eyes had turned a shade of blue and before the colour could return to his face, Desperado hurried back into position and once again locked in the submission hold, this time more firmly than the previous occasion. With his neck and spine stretched, his body heavy from Desperado's weight being pinpointed through the elbow in his back and the thumbtacks that were leaving permanent scars in his face, Vladimir knew there was nothing he could to break out of this one. The endurance he possessed finally slipped, fell, as the strong-willed individual finally broke. Engulfed in darkness, he heard the cries of the fans and the referee as they implored him for a decision. Vladimir's clenched fist rose a few feet off the ground but refused to drop. He made one final attempt to strike it against Desperado's tightly locked fingers around his face but it fell to no avail. Vladimir unclenched his fist, his hand dropped and the palm of his hand struck the canvas in succession.
"I don't believe this. He did it! Desperado has done it. He has defeated the almighty Vladimir Tepes Strife. This victories going to go down in history."
"If it was going to be any man, it was Desperado and it was now or never for him. He's completed the task he came out to accomplish. He has wanted this ever since he lost on his debut against Vladimir and he has finally done it."
Desperado released the hold and his the tension in his body eased as he fell back into the ground besides the man he had finally defeated, joyed beyond belief. He had finally done it. He had defeated the man they said could not be beaten.
"Your winner, ... and advancing to face the King of the Death-Match Champion at Code Blue, ... DESSS-PEEEER-ADOOOO!"
Desperado managed to get back to his feet and stood tall and proud as the referee raised his hand before the mass of cheering fans in the Genesis Arena.
EOM
Vladimir crouched down, taking a-hold of Desperado's head, unable to grasp his hair due to the shaved head that stood before him. Brooklyn's finest threw a quick, sharp punch into Vlad's gut, allowing him to drop Vladimir onto his shoulders before dumping him into the canvas with a fireman's carry. Desperado fell back onto the ground besides his antagonist, breathing heavily, trying to conjure a plan as well as the strength and will-power to carry out whatever plan he was thinking.
He didn't linger no more as an imaginary bulb lit up besides his head. He knew what he had to do to win this match. It was now or never. This was the opportunity he was awaiting to put his career back on track. Desperado had wanted this more than anything since his career began in this industry. As he got back to his feet, his eyes initiated a search for the barbed-wired bat that had been provided for this match. With the weapons in hand he went back for Vladimir who was almost back onto his feet now. They knew the end was near as they stood before each staring one another down. The Romanian Warrior stood there weaponless as the Deadly and Dangerous one raised the modified baseball bat. He threw a swing of the weapon toward his opponent who grasped the incoming attack with both hands, the barbs digging into the skin of his palms. The two battled for one final test of strength but the dead-lock was broken from not the contest itself but a kick to the midsection by Desperado followed by a knock to the head of the Titan. Vladimir crashed to the ground, Desperado dropping down besides him. Grabbing a handful of thumbtacks from the ground, Desperado stuck them into Strife's face, knocking them in place using the baseball, aggravating the injuries Vladimir had already sustained. With blood seeping from several incisions in the former KotDM Champion's visage, Desperado wrapped his hands around his foe's face, having already trapped the left arm of Vladimir in between his knee's.
"Its the Lock of Desperation, ... Desperado has locked it in. The deadly submission hold that has remained dormant in Desperado's arsenal for a very long time."
"If there was any time to pull that maneuver out of the bag, this was it. I don't know if Vlad has got it in him to fight through this."
Vladimir the Impaler, screamed in agony as the force applied through the Cross-face dug the tacks further into the flesh of his cheeks. Thriving like a fish out of water, Vladimir began flailing his legs and arms. Desperado struggled to contain him and after a long moment of fighting, the momentum eventually fell in the victim's favour, with Vladimir finally breaking free. The skin around hi eyes had turned a shade of blue and before the colour could return to his face, Desperado hurried back into position and once again locked in the submission hold, this time more firmly than the previous occasion. With his neck and spine stretched, his body heavy from Desperado's weight being pinpointed through the elbow in his back and the thumbtacks that were leaving permanent scars in his face, Vladimir knew there was nothing he could to break out of this one. The endurance he possessed finally slipped, fell, as the strong-willed individual finally broke. Engulfed in darkness, he heard the cries of the fans and the referee as they implored him for a decision. Vladimir's clenched fist rose a few feet off the ground but refused to drop. He made one final attempt to strike it against Desperado's tightly locked fingers around his face but it fell to no avail. Vladimir unclenched his fist, his hand dropped and the palm of his hand struck the canvas in succession.
"I don't believe this. He did it! Desperado has done it. He has defeated the almighty Vladimir Tepes Strife. This victories going to go down in history."
"If it was going to be any man, it was Desperado and it was now or never for him. He's completed the task he came out to accomplish. He has wanted this ever since he lost on his debut against Vladimir and he has finally done it."
Desperado released the hold and his the tension in his body eased as he fell back into the ground besides the man he had finally defeated, joyed beyond belief. He had finally done it. He had defeated the man they said could not be beaten.
"Your winner, ... and advancing to face the King of the Death-Match Champion at Code Blue, ... DESSS-PEEEER-ADOOOO!"
Desperado managed to get back to his feet and stood tall and proud as the referee raised his hand before the mass of cheering fans in the Genesis Arena.
EOM
