Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Sept 22, 2010 13:55:30 GMT -5
Towering over the fallen Hughes, the GodKing bends down and grabs onto the back of his foe's neck, using it to lead him back up to a vertical base. Ryan, in better shape than the Behemoth had expected, surprises him with a solid right to the gut. A quick follow up causes Vlad to let go of him, freeing him to step in as he twist his upper body and slam his bicep against the Titan's chin. The Europeon uppercut sends Strife stumbling into the corner and the Mancunian Mastermind rushes headstrong for him. The Corps' Leader ducks down and slams his shoulder into the gut of the Romanian Scourge, knocking the breath out of him and leaving him stunned temporarily. Backing off, he disrespectfully slaps the side of Vlad's head and laughs about it.
"This guy just sickens me, Al.. How can you have such little respect for you opponent?"
"It doesn't say anywhere that you need respect, Fuzz, you just have to beat them, that's all."
At ringside, El Nacho Grande begins rummaging around beneath the ring. Before long, he emerges with a steel chair in hand, brazenly holding it in the air for the world to see. He climbs onto the apron, boldly screaming for Ryan to take the weapon and catching the attention of the referee. The official intervenes, snatching the weapon from Nacho's grasp and scalding him for trying to introduce it to the contest. As he argues back with the man with the zebra striped uniform, Chip Daddy stealthily passes a lead pipe to his employer at the other side of the squared circle. With the official distracted, Vlad is left defenseless and open game for the diabolical Brit.
Ryan takes a practice swing with the weapon, getting a feel for it before smiling wide to the disapproving crowd. He takes off in a sprint toward the Titan, the pipe pulled back and poised to strike. As he closes in, the GodKing abandons his resting spot, cocking his fist back and taking a huge step forward to meet his nemesis. His arm pumps like a piston, firing away with vicious speed and accuracy and pounding against the jawline of the Mancunian with a loud pop that is heard throughout the arena. Hughes' body goes limp and he collapses onto the mat with a blank stare in his eyes. The Impaler quickly kicks away the lead pipe as the referee returns his attention to the combatants, alerted by the noise.
"LIGHTS OUT!!! Vlad just absolutely LEVELED him!!"
"Oh, what the hell!? Ryan pulls something illegal, you bitch and moan, but when Vlad does something illegal, you cheer?"
"Well, it's about time Ryan got a taste of his own medicine."
Vlad shakes his hand, alleviating a bit of the pain he's feeling from the punch. As he rubs it with his other hand, he winces and seethes a little. Never one to let agony hold him back, he goes back to work, raising the wobbly Hughes to his feet again. He plants the tip of his steel toed boot into the gut of the NeXuS champion and bends him over, leaving him in prime position for the reknowned Skesis Driver. He steps forward and scoops Ryan's left arm up, holding it in place before doing the same to the opposing side. As Vlad looks around the arena, the crowd bursts into cheers, eager for the Brit's ruin. To their dismay, he releases Ryan's arms, backing down from the Skesis Driver.
Vlad begins to move backwards, running himself into the ropes for a bit of momentum before coming back at the helpless and waiting Hughes. As he nears him, Strife leaps into the air, tucking his legs beneath him and leaning his upper body back. He plants his knees onto the shoulderblades of his opponent, coming down with all of his weight and driving Ryan face first into the canvas. The audience go into pandemonium, the cocky Mancunian's pain being their pleasure. The King acts as such, keeping his head high and his expression serious as he moves off of the heap that is what is left of his opponent. He rolls him onto his back, finding no resistance. With nothing else left to do, he presses his open palms onto his opponent's chest, wincing again as he puts pressure on them and feels a sting of pain from the one he'd used for the Lights Out. The referee drops into place and the crowd shouts out in unison with his count.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
As the bell rings out, Charlie Coors picks up the microphone again and announces the result.
"The winner of this match, by pinfall, VLADIMIRRRRR STRIFE!"
"What the heck do you call that?! Vlad just nearly reduced squished Ryan's head against the mat and picked up a decisive victory here tonight."
"Well, whatever it's called, I'll admit it packed a hell of a punch."
As his music kicks in, Vladimir calmly makes his exit from the ring, Nacho and Chip rushing in as he does to check on their fallen leader.
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"This guy just sickens me, Al.. How can you have such little respect for you opponent?"
"It doesn't say anywhere that you need respect, Fuzz, you just have to beat them, that's all."
At ringside, El Nacho Grande begins rummaging around beneath the ring. Before long, he emerges with a steel chair in hand, brazenly holding it in the air for the world to see. He climbs onto the apron, boldly screaming for Ryan to take the weapon and catching the attention of the referee. The official intervenes, snatching the weapon from Nacho's grasp and scalding him for trying to introduce it to the contest. As he argues back with the man with the zebra striped uniform, Chip Daddy stealthily passes a lead pipe to his employer at the other side of the squared circle. With the official distracted, Vlad is left defenseless and open game for the diabolical Brit.
Ryan takes a practice swing with the weapon, getting a feel for it before smiling wide to the disapproving crowd. He takes off in a sprint toward the Titan, the pipe pulled back and poised to strike. As he closes in, the GodKing abandons his resting spot, cocking his fist back and taking a huge step forward to meet his nemesis. His arm pumps like a piston, firing away with vicious speed and accuracy and pounding against the jawline of the Mancunian with a loud pop that is heard throughout the arena. Hughes' body goes limp and he collapses onto the mat with a blank stare in his eyes. The Impaler quickly kicks away the lead pipe as the referee returns his attention to the combatants, alerted by the noise.
"LIGHTS OUT!!! Vlad just absolutely LEVELED him!!"
"Oh, what the hell!? Ryan pulls something illegal, you bitch and moan, but when Vlad does something illegal, you cheer?"
"Well, it's about time Ryan got a taste of his own medicine."
Vlad shakes his hand, alleviating a bit of the pain he's feeling from the punch. As he rubs it with his other hand, he winces and seethes a little. Never one to let agony hold him back, he goes back to work, raising the wobbly Hughes to his feet again. He plants the tip of his steel toed boot into the gut of the NeXuS champion and bends him over, leaving him in prime position for the reknowned Skesis Driver. He steps forward and scoops Ryan's left arm up, holding it in place before doing the same to the opposing side. As Vlad looks around the arena, the crowd bursts into cheers, eager for the Brit's ruin. To their dismay, he releases Ryan's arms, backing down from the Skesis Driver.
Vlad begins to move backwards, running himself into the ropes for a bit of momentum before coming back at the helpless and waiting Hughes. As he nears him, Strife leaps into the air, tucking his legs beneath him and leaning his upper body back. He plants his knees onto the shoulderblades of his opponent, coming down with all of his weight and driving Ryan face first into the canvas. The audience go into pandemonium, the cocky Mancunian's pain being their pleasure. The King acts as such, keeping his head high and his expression serious as he moves off of the heap that is what is left of his opponent. He rolls him onto his back, finding no resistance. With nothing else left to do, he presses his open palms onto his opponent's chest, wincing again as he puts pressure on them and feels a sting of pain from the one he'd used for the Lights Out. The referee drops into place and the crowd shouts out in unison with his count.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
As the bell rings out, Charlie Coors picks up the microphone again and announces the result.
"The winner of this match, by pinfall, VLADIMIRRRRR STRIFE!"
"What the heck do you call that?! Vlad just nearly reduced squished Ryan's head against the mat and picked up a decisive victory here tonight."
"Well, whatever it's called, I'll admit it packed a hell of a punch."
As his music kicks in, Vladimir calmly makes his exit from the ring, Nacho and Chip rushing in as he does to check on their fallen leader.
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