Post by Skull on Jun 11, 2010 10:58:08 GMT -5
Skull vs The Preoliator. TNT June 8th, 2010
Colin: I don’t know how these two can go on. They’ve given each other everything.
Big Al: The weapons scattered all over clearly tell the story of this match.
Skull lays semi-conscious in the turnbuckle, blood dripping down his face and held up only by his arms entwined in the top ropes each side of the buckle. Across the ring his opponent faces him, breathing heavily before breaking into a run. The Proeliator charges into the corner, looking to plough all of his weight into his opponent but before he can execute his plan, Skull dives out of the turnbuckle and rolls to safety.
Unable to stop himself, The Proeliator crashes into the turnbuckle hitting it hard with his chest and knocking the wind out of himself. As he stumbles backward coughing and spluttering, Skull is waiting for him. The bends his knees then jumps up in an impressive vertical leap and kicks his stunned opponent in the side of the head. The jumping Enzuigiri sends The Proeliator sprawling back into the corner where he remains for less than a second before Skull lifts him up into the turnbuckle and follows him up there.
Colin: This could be it. It looks like Skull is about to go for the Coffin Cruise.
Big Al: He surely can’t have enough energy left to complete that move.
Not wanting to be put away just yet, The Proeliator drives a fist into the solar plexus of the Horroland Hellion but it isn’t enough to knock him off the turnbuckle. He is luckier with his second shot which connects with Skull’s temple and causes him to fall off into the ring below. No less than a second after he hits the mat, the exhausted Proeliator also topples off, unable to hold on any longer.
After checking the two competitors, the referee calls for the bell and Charlie Coors raises the microphone to his lips to vocalise the referee’s decision.
“The referee has called a stop to this contest as neither competitor can continue....”
The following week, during the broadcast of GHW Live, the camera locates The Pureblood in the bowels of the GHW building. He is sitting cross legged with his necklace of shrunken heads in his lap and an action figure of The Proeliator at his feet. His head is bowed, allowing his long black hair to cascade over his face but his voice is clearly audible.
“Proeliator, last week, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time in GHW. That feeling was defeat. Now you can call it a draw but as no winner was declared, I call it a loss. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have my hand raised in another unfulfilling victory.”
He looks up and sweeps the hair out of his face, then stares into he camera as if its lens were the face of the man he was addressing.
“Last week, Proe, you gave me competition. We both gave eachother everything we had and neither of us left victorious. That means we have unfinished business. That means our story is not yet finished.
You made me feel pain. You made me fear I wouldn’t win that match. You made me feel alive in that ring again.
And now, you’ve reawaken the spirit of competition inside me, raised it from its grave. And now that zombie needs feeding and it wants your brains.”
Skull smiles for the first time and raises the necklace up to the lens.
“I want to add you to this necklace, Proe. I want a rematch and this time I want a conclusive winner. Now I don’t care where it happens; Red, White and Bruised, TNT, or even right now in the parking lot. Wherever, whenever, just bring a ref and lets play.
Oh, and that ticket is still valid, so there's still time to take a ride on the Coffin Cruise.”
EOT
(ooc: Thought I’d make the best out of a no contest.)
Colin: I don’t know how these two can go on. They’ve given each other everything.
Big Al: The weapons scattered all over clearly tell the story of this match.
Skull lays semi-conscious in the turnbuckle, blood dripping down his face and held up only by his arms entwined in the top ropes each side of the buckle. Across the ring his opponent faces him, breathing heavily before breaking into a run. The Proeliator charges into the corner, looking to plough all of his weight into his opponent but before he can execute his plan, Skull dives out of the turnbuckle and rolls to safety.
Unable to stop himself, The Proeliator crashes into the turnbuckle hitting it hard with his chest and knocking the wind out of himself. As he stumbles backward coughing and spluttering, Skull is waiting for him. The bends his knees then jumps up in an impressive vertical leap and kicks his stunned opponent in the side of the head. The jumping Enzuigiri sends The Proeliator sprawling back into the corner where he remains for less than a second before Skull lifts him up into the turnbuckle and follows him up there.
Colin: This could be it. It looks like Skull is about to go for the Coffin Cruise.
Big Al: He surely can’t have enough energy left to complete that move.
Not wanting to be put away just yet, The Proeliator drives a fist into the solar plexus of the Horroland Hellion but it isn’t enough to knock him off the turnbuckle. He is luckier with his second shot which connects with Skull’s temple and causes him to fall off into the ring below. No less than a second after he hits the mat, the exhausted Proeliator also topples off, unable to hold on any longer.
After checking the two competitors, the referee calls for the bell and Charlie Coors raises the microphone to his lips to vocalise the referee’s decision.
“The referee has called a stop to this contest as neither competitor can continue....”
* * *
The following week, during the broadcast of GHW Live, the camera locates The Pureblood in the bowels of the GHW building. He is sitting cross legged with his necklace of shrunken heads in his lap and an action figure of The Proeliator at his feet. His head is bowed, allowing his long black hair to cascade over his face but his voice is clearly audible.
“Proeliator, last week, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time in GHW. That feeling was defeat. Now you can call it a draw but as no winner was declared, I call it a loss. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have my hand raised in another unfulfilling victory.”
He looks up and sweeps the hair out of his face, then stares into he camera as if its lens were the face of the man he was addressing.
“Last week, Proe, you gave me competition. We both gave eachother everything we had and neither of us left victorious. That means we have unfinished business. That means our story is not yet finished.
You made me feel pain. You made me fear I wouldn’t win that match. You made me feel alive in that ring again.
And now, you’ve reawaken the spirit of competition inside me, raised it from its grave. And now that zombie needs feeding and it wants your brains.”
Skull smiles for the first time and raises the necklace up to the lens.
“I want to add you to this necklace, Proe. I want a rematch and this time I want a conclusive winner. Now I don’t care where it happens; Red, White and Bruised, TNT, or even right now in the parking lot. Wherever, whenever, just bring a ref and lets play.
Oh, and that ticket is still valid, so there's still time to take a ride on the Coffin Cruise.”
EOT
(ooc: Thought I’d make the best out of a no contest.)
