Brooks vs. Storm

[brooks]

The camera sweeps over the crowd as a commercial ends showing the fans all sitting restlessly in their seats. Suddenly the lights begin dimming slowly until the entire arena is engulfed in darkness. Random flashes from cameras go off as the fans try to catch some unseen movement. Then a guitar riff is heard over the P.A. and the fans get to their feet some recognizing the song as Rusted From The Rain
By: Billy Talent

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I stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage, no-one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain

::Coors::
The Following contest is sceduled for one fall! It is for the Charging Glory Championship Tournament. Entering first, he weighs in at two-hundred and forty pounds, he is a fromer EVPW Dragon's Rage Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! BRIAN BROOOOOOKS!!!!!

The beat begins picking up and suddenly a man bursts out from the behind the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp and the fans all begin screaming as they recognize the former EVPW star, Brian Brooks who is wearing a pair of black baggy jeans, a tight black West 49 T-shirt, heavy black boots and a black straight brimmed baseball cap with the letter NY on it. He throws his fist into the air and the crowd gives another tumultuous round of applause as the beat of the song picks up.

Dissect me 'til my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man, I don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain, I'm rusted from the rain

Brian looks over the crowd and lowers his fist as he heads for the ring taking his sweet time to slap the hands of as many of the fans as he can. He reaches ring side after several long minutes and pauses looking over the crowd before rushing forward and sliding on his stomach, head first into the ring, before popping up to his feet. He stalls in the middle of the ring allowing the crowds roar to wash over him. He slowly walks to his corner and plants his butt on the second rope, showing no aggression, but only anxiety, as he waits for the bell.

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[storm]

Darkness engulfs the FNC arena as a firework is shot from the top of the arena through to the ramp at the entrance resembling and representing a thunderbolt. The titantron also displays this on its mega screen. The lightning bolt leaves a shroud of smoke around the entrance, covering the figure that is standing behind it. A man suddenly sparks through, dressed in black trunks with a black leather jacket worn above it. A logo appears on the screen with the words Storm that is also represented on the back of his jacket. The titantron begins to show a video of skyscraper with a man standing at the spire, topless against the harsh storm that is blistering around him.

Hero by Skillet begins to play from the PA system.

“And his opponent, making his way to the ring. Standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200lbs is the lightning kid, Levi Storm.”

Storm walks down with his head down, not paying much attention to those that were around him. He keeps his mind focused on the match that was at hand as shown by the determination that was demonstrated by his eyes.

“The last time these two faced, Brooks got the better of the rookie but now with a little more experience under his belt, thing might work out a little different..”

“Last week these two were partners and here they're going to face each other. How this show tests these guys is quite interesting.”

"Allies to foe's. Everything goes on Friday Night Combact."

Storm slides into the ring; removing his jacket in a no nonsense style and handing it over to the ring-side assistant. He takes a look at Brian and the two go through a short period of staring one another down before Storm sticks his hand out for a shake and a sign of respect.

TBC by Brooks

[wasted]

Brian looks his opponent in the eyes, an eyebrow raised in confusion as he does so. Licking his lips, Brian looks to the fans over his left shoulder, they approve then to those over his right shoulder they approve as well. He turns back to face his adversary with his hand still stretched out to him, as he stares at the hand he hears the fans burst with screams, worried screams. He looks back to his right and sees a charging Duke Malum coming his way with his fist cocked back. Soon enough the fist comes crashing into Brook’s face, dropping the star instantly.

“YOU DON‘T FUCK WITH THE RESULTS!” Duke screams at the floored Brian.

From the left Alex comes up and they both begin drilling the Dropkick King with boots throughout his entire body. In the confusing ruckus Storm takes a step back, maybe fearing ending up in Brian’s place at the hands of the Night-Light.

“Lift him up!” Alex orders his cousin.

Duke pulls Brian up by his black locks, then holds him from behind, hooking in a Full Nelson, yet keeping him completely still. Alex takes a step back, then shuffles forward whilst lifting his boot off the canvas and thrusting it through the air, planting the sole of his boot right in the jaw of BB. A sickening snapping sound is hear as Brian’s jaw is rocked and his teeth clatter off of each other. Malum breaks his grip and lets the carcass of Brian fall limply to the mat. Alex steps out of the ring grabs a mic and begins to speak. Meanwhile officals begin to usher the semi-conscious Brian Brooks out of the ring and to the backstage.

“In the ring, weighting in at 223 pounds and standing in at six feet flat, he is DUKE MALUM!”

Subsequent to the introduction the bell chimes thrice beginning the match.

“Is this legal!?”
“Must be, the bell has rung.”

[wasted]

After witnessing the brutal beat down of Brooks, Levi keeps his distance, sizing his foe up. The two begin to circle the ring, both maintaining a close watch on one another, however soon they simultaneously lunge forwards, locking up in a tight collar-and-elbow tie. Both men struggle for absolute power over one another, but when it looks like Levi begins using his speed to surmount Duke’s strength, Malum brings a painful knee up into the exposed sternum of the Lighting Kid, forcing him to release his hold. The true Charging Glory semi-finalist begins backpedaling, crashing into the ropes before being greeted with a knuckle-sandwich, that leaves him staggering into a nearby corner. Like a raging bull set on killing his foe, Duke Malum quickly pursues Levi and begins driving sledgehammer like blows throughout the Electric One’s body, where ever Malum sees an opening.

“Well Malum beat this new comer once a few weeks ago, no it looks like he‘s on the verge of doing it again here tonight!”
“Don‘t mark this kid out just yet, he‘s been impressive since his debut and it‘s no wonder he was trained by our very one two-time undisputed champion, Hayden Hardcore.”

Sufficed with the damage done so far, Duke refrains from using more punches and instead begins to hoist his foe up on the top rope in a seated position. The Duke of Suffering holds on to Levi’s should for added support as he mounts the middle rope. The Lightning Kid is just about to be positioned for a Superplex when manages to sneak in a sharp, clenched fist right to the older Night’s side. Malum reaches down for the rope as he began to fall, keeping himself perched. Levi Storm now raises a boot and shove it right into Duke’s face, sending him back-first to the canvas with a resounding thud. The lightning fast new comer uses this time to climb the ropes on his own will and waits for his adversary to stagger to a vertical base before going air bourn. Storm throws himself at the Californian, whilst tilting vertically in the air and colliding with DM, both collapsing to the canvas via Flying Crossbody. The fans explode, loving how Levi turned the match around and took the ball in his side of the court. Hoping for a victory Levi hooks his foes leg.

Before ref can drop to the canvas and begin his count, a disturbance arises in the form of Alex Night amongst the apron. The ref jumps over to him, denying Alex access to the ring. Alex begins moving around the ref and ducking in the ropes, manifestly wasting time for his cousin to gain the upper hand.

“This is why I never liked this kid!”

Levi very angrily begins to approach Night but as soon as Alex watches his cousin climb to a vertical base Alex hopes down with a grin on his face. Shaking his head in frustration, Storm turns around to what he didn’t know would be his demise. As soon as Levi turns fully around Duke leaps into the air, reaching around and grabbing the back of Storm’s head while bringing both knees beneath his jaw. Gravity pulls down Duke and Duke drags down Storm, rather violently as his face come crashing into the pointed knees of Malum, knocking him unconscious with his finishing move Face Pulverization! Duke quickly rolls him over and hooks the leg.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”

“And the Night‘s cheat their way to another victory! How sad!”

And your winner and finalist in the Charging Glory Championship Tournament, DUKE MAAAALUUUM!

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Duke's music begins to blast from the PA system and he flees the ring. He cousin quickly raises his arm and they walk backwards up the ramp, laughing and smiling as they watch Levi hold his jaw and glower at them with fire in his eyes. The screen fades to black.

EOM: Levi gave me permission being as he is unable to post ATM. Sorry for shittiness.