Cage of Death (SWF vs. GHW)

[Lrey]

J.P.: My god, looking around this arena right now, you wouldn't, no, couldn't believe this was Summer Ritual. All you can see right now is a collaboration of steel, chain, tacks, rings, and many deadly weapons. In this match, it was announced that the people starting it out would be the captains. But, only days ago, TC gave Lrey the rights to fight first, giving him the chance to tighten the tension with Dave Carter.

Ray: I wish I had my jacket... it's gonna be chilly, and all the blood, ewwie. Well, we have a GHW...vs. S...W...F *sighs* match tonight, with of course the winner going to be GHW. The man starting out for SWF, though, is a man that everyone here may not like, but everyone respects him. For so long he has fought for the dream of GHW, but decided GHW owed him more than it could pay, and decided to take refuge in the once 'great' SWF.

J.P.: Yes, Lrey will start out for SWF. That will be some match up, the legend of Lrey, against the pure essence that is Dave Carter. Of this crowd, we can see who the people are pulling for more. All around, Slam Jam Nation is sounding off.

Lizzie: Tonight we will have the Cage of Death match. The only way to win this match, is for team to either be fully eliminated, or one team walk back to the starting point after getting inside the cage. For each team that can do this, they will earn a point. This match will be between the respective brands of, Team GHW, and Team SWF. GHW captain Dave Carter will start his team, as Lil Rey Ray will start for his captain, TC Carroll.

Screams and chants begin hearing off everywhere, people on their feet from the matches before hand, and the matches to come. All around banners and signs are held high, people showing who they pull for. The arena seems to go quiet a moment, "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson playing as it does. In only moments after this, a mixture of cheers and boos sound off. People show their love for either brand, holding their signs out more, or just screaming "SWF" or "GHW". Lil Rey Ray walks from atop a stage set high above the crowd, in front of him laying the death device known as the Cage of Death.

Lil Rey Ray has a pair of dark red, Gothic styled baggy shorts on. Over the red lies black scriptures and scribblings. All across the loose shorts, lays almost a story telling. Signs, symbols, and writings are there, all in dark colors. Lrey's torso is bare, as always, no shirt, only scars. He has black wrestling boots on, going up his knee so you cannot see any part of his skin on his legs. He stands high above the crowd and looking down. He raises his arms up, showing victory before anything started. He walks up a few wooden stairs, stepping onto the chain scaffold, which cunches down with every step he takes. He looks down, raising his arms one last time.

Lizzie: Now standing on the Cage of Death. He weighs in at only 187 lbs, and hails from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He is part of Perfection, and is representing SWF in this match. He is the Demonic Angel, Lil Rey Ray!

TBCB Dave Carter

[Dave Carter]

The arena lights go dim and titantron starts playing a video of all kinds of lightning strikes and clips from storms. Pictures keep changing faster and faster and few moments the titantron goes black and a voice is heard from the speakers.

~~Voice~~
Get reeeaaady, because the show is about to.... start!

Right after Ludacris and Sum41 - "Get Back" hits the PA system and everyone's eyes now focus to the darkness that covers the begging of the stage hanging above the crowd and the leading to the Cage of Death. Out from it walks out Dave Carter for a huge pop from the crowd. He stars to make his way toward the ring, looking to both of his sides as he walks, reading some of the signs in the crowd and hearing the reaction from the crowd. At the halfway, his attention changes toward the scaffold or more specifically - the person on it already, Lrey.
Dave wears long dark green wrestling thighs, a pair of bacl wrestling boots and a black T-Shirt with a sign "I came not to score..." on the front and "I came to kick ass" on the back.

~~JP~~
Hehe, interesting T-Shirt has there Dave. I guess it pretty much tell us what he thinks of the scoring system in this match and what his intentions are.

~~Ray~~
You know, talking about intentions and ass...

~~JP~~
For the love of god, please don't continue Ray, or I will seriously strangle you.

Dave steps on the scaffold and stars slowly walking toward Lrey. On his way he takes of the shirt and throws it to the crowd not even looking where. Everything Dave's eyes are focused now is his opponent standing few meters away. Dave keeps walking toward Lrey, getting closer and closer till finally only a feet separates the two men. Carter stares directly to Lrey's eyes and Demonic Angel answers by looking straight into The Lightning's. The tension between the two grows every second closer to the begging of the match.

TBC by Lrey

[emblem]

JP: What the hell is this?!

Step Up- Drowning Pool blurs through the arena for a few seconds, and the lights go on and off. Dave and Lil Rey are caught by a waving Fighty fighty person named Emblem. Emblem shouts for Team SWF, dressed in the Black Vintage SWF T-shirt, having his necklace around his neck, without the brass knuckles, Dave Still has them..Emblem has his long white hair in a ponytail, and grabs a mic from Ray's booth.

Emblem: SWF will make history tonight, I will make sure of that. And yes Dave, I do what I want. I tolsd you I would come to cheer on SWF, and that's what Im doing! L-Rey! Kick that punk's ass!

Emblem starts to move around the big cage, sizing it up for an attack posibility, and keep pumping up any ols SWF fan.

JP: What an insult...He already had his match!

Ray: but he looks damn energetic! Oh..sorry...

[Lrey]

Lil Rey Ray looks over to Emblem, smiling, and nodding in his direction. His focus snaps back though, as Dave makes a sudden movement with his leg. The bell sounds over the yelling and screaming of the crowd, showing the Cage of Death is underway. Dave's right leg fires dangerously behind Lrey, his arms landing heavily over Lrey's chest. Dave's legs sweeps backwards, his arms pushing with all strength forward. The Demonic Angel goes backwards, his body flipping beautifully as his hands touching down on the chain-like flooring on the scaffold. Lrey's body flips all the way around, landing easily on his feet.

Lil Rey Ray's legs bend slightly awkward as he lands, making him fall onto his butt. Dave chuckles at this, moving quickly to his prey. Dave jumps into the air, pushing his legs into a V. His legs fall with a boom onto Lrey's neck, the chain floor crunching as it bends from the light weight. Dave rolls backwards onto his feet his hair moving apart and back as he does. Lrey rolls around the scaffold floor, it crunching like apples. He sticks his fingers stick through the scaffold as he pushes himself up, crawling to his feet. He lays on knees and hands a moment, breathing heavily, coughing heavily.

Lrey has only a moment of rest, as Dave's leg rushes towards his face. The Demonic Angel sees this from the corner of his eye, dropping his body to the scaffold. Dave's foot flies over, a sense of openness flooding over him. Lrey kicks the ground of the scaffold, using the snapback to fire his legs up. Lil Rey Ray's legs fly upwards, his thighs wrapping around his neck. He uses all his ab muscles to pull his body up, raising up to a sitting position. He pushes his body back, keeping the sitting position as Dave falls forward. Lrey shifts his legs around, catching them on the scaffold, as Dave's head falls between Lrey's thigh blades.

Lrey once again uses the snapback action, and forces himself forward. He flips over Dave's back, forcing Dave to get into a crunched up back-flip. Dave's head slams into the steel scaffold, a loud crashing sound firing off through the arena. Chants begin to scream throughout the entire arena, the crowd becoming heavily involved with the match. All kinds of chants fire off, some for the beautifully executed move, some for just the sides each man stands in this match up. Dave's head begins dripping slightly, already blood in the water.

J.P.: Wow, already and we see Lrey going to his unpredictable style. When looking for someone who will hit this many flips, twists, and plain out turns in a match, look no further than Lrey. If you want to find someone who can beat him, though, look no further than that man on the scaffold with him, Dave Carter.

Ray: Lil Rey Ray is cute... whoops.. I meant a good Fighty fighty person..? Dave Carter is just plain awesome though, he has the talent, he has the greatness, and mostly, he has the youth. His sexy body will bend, move, and just cooperate easier than Lrey's. This isn't just to mention the abuse that Lrey's body has taken that Dave's hasn't.

Emblem: SWF! SWF! SWF! SWF!

The chants begin to pile on with Emblem's, a loud chant beginning to form. Some try to drown out the sound with "GHW", but are wildly outnumbered. With Emblem and a portion of the crowd working together, "GHW" drowns out easily. Lrey stands to his feet, leaning up against a pole holding up the scaffold. Lrey wipes the hair from his eyes, holding his arm high into the air, showing the cocky sign of early victory he is so renowned for. Lrey begins to pump his arm in the air, screaming "SWF" as loud as he possibly can. He turns, adrenaline pumping through his veins like an ivy, ready for anything.

He turns around, only to find out he isn't ready for anything, his legs flying from under his body as Dave sweeps his legs around. The leg slams into Lrey's calf, crumpling the base of his attacks up without a problem. Dave crawls to his feet, a drip of blood running over his right eye, making a beautiful picture of a fight. He wipes it from his eye, throwing his hand to the side, splatting the blood onto Lrey in disrespect. Dave looks on the crumpled body of the Demonic Angel, smiling upon it. He takes no chance though, stomping the face of Lrey into the side of the scaffold.

Lrey groans heavily, his arm falling over his face as Dave slams his stomach one heavy time, the toe of Dave's boot adding more pain than normal to the kick. Dave walks backwards a few steps, looking at the masterpiece of a mess he made. Dave grabs Lrey by the arm over his face, dragging him across the scaffold. The chains clinking with every foot he pulls Lil Rey Ray. Lrey tries to pull away, jerking on his arm violently, desperately wanting to avoid the inevitable pain that will follow. Dave takes Lrey's arm, placing it on the steel rod holding the scaffold up. Dave's knee slams into Lrey's arm, making it bend awkwardly, a loud pop arising from the arm.

J.P.: Thats just sick, he nearly broke Lrey's arm in half. He is SWF, no doubt, but he is still a GHW original. I swear, GHW will win, but if SWF don't put up a fight, I will eat this damn hat on my head. SWF won't lay down and die for GHW, no way in hell or my mind.

TBCB Dave Carter

[Dave Carter]

Lrey's reflexes makes him snap forward grabbing the hurt arm with his other arm's hand and letting out a loud cry of pain across the arena. Lrey then falls back first on the scaffold again and start rolling of one side to the other as due the pain Lrey doesn't even know what to do, to make it go away or become lesser. He stars rubbing the place on which Dave's knee landed, trying to figure out how much damage has been done and is the hand broken. At the same moment, Dave leans on to the same steel rod, using the chance to have a short break and plan his next moves. While doing so, some nearby scream draws his attention and Carter turns toward them to see Emblem. Dave immediately turns his whole body to face the place Emblem stands at, while Dave eyes doesn't let Emblem's face out of their view. A little staredown takes place between the two and reaches it's top when Carter slowly stretches both his arms in front of himself and bends over knees a bit, making something like 110 degree angle between his thighs and calfs, then follows by turning his hands to horizontal base and stars drawing four fingers on each hand in and stretching them out again repeatedly, taunting Emblem to come here or to bring it.

~~JP~~
Dave is taunting Emblem to come onto the scaffold. That's either brave or very stupid move.

~~Ray~~
I think he should forget Emblem and focus back on Lrey, because it might be too late very soon...

Emblem doesn't do anything only answer with a little evil smile. Though the smile is probably more directed not to Dave's taunts, but to what's going on behind Dave as while Carter was focused at Emblem, the Demonic Angel already fought of the pain rolled himself onto his knees. Seeing that Dave has his back turned on him, Lrey uses his golden chance and rushes to plant both of his feet on the chain type surface and get back to vertical base as fast as he can. Even though Lrey tries to do so fast and quiet, the steel chances still makes noise loud enough for The Lightning to hear it and quickly turn around. Yet, it's still too late as Lrey launches himself in the air as high as he can, flipping his body into horizontal position and drawing his legs in a bit just to send both feet straight into Dave's face with a dropkick. The impact lifts Carter of his feet as his upper body is blasted backwards. It flies through the air a bit before Dave lands back first on the scaffold, slamming the back of his head into the chain surface. His head bounces of the steel and Carter immediately puts both of his hands on the back of his head, specifically the place that hit the steel, locking the fingers of both hands together and pressing his bent over the elbows arms to the sides of his head, protecting the head from further contact with steel and protecting it from possible Lrey's hits, at least till he is down and quite dizzy after that impact with Demonic Angel's feet and the steel scaffold.

~~JP~~
What a force of that dropkick from Lrey. Nearly ripped Dave's head of. If Lrey will keep delivering moves with such strength as that one, Dave is in a lot of trouble.

Having all his focus on the head forces Dave to leave his other part of the body unprotected and so Lrey immediately uses that. He moves closer to Dave and spins around, turning his back to Dave. A second later he bends over his knees to gather some momentum and launches himself in the air a moment later, quickly connecting with a backflip, rotating 270 degrees to stretch out his body in horizontal position to land a moonsault on Dave. Lrey bounces of to his knees, wrapping one arm around his stomach, yet the damage done to Dave was quite bigger then to himself. Dave now wraps his right arm around his stomach, still holding the back of his head with his left hand, rolling in pain from one side of his body to another. Lrey that moment takes few deep breaths air, trying to re-fill his lungs with oxygen. He thens goes to stand back up and grabs Dave's black hair with both arms and starts pulling Carter back on his own feet. The Lightning is still locked in pain and doesn't show too much resistance, so try and finish of Dave for good and early eliminate him from the match. Still holding Dave's hair he starts to drag him across the scaffold toward it's end that leads to the cage. He then bends Carter over and places his head in between his legs, setting him in standing head scissors. A loud mixed reaction of cheers and boos is then heard over the arena and as most fans know which move Lrey is aiming to execute here. Most of the fans even stand up and all they are now holding their breaths in excitement, waiting for what will follow. Lrey goes to underhook one arm of Carter and holds it behind Dave's back, then goes for the other one, but before he can underhook it, Dave gets the second wind and sends the fist of still free arm directly to the ribs of Lrey. The Demonic Angel only lets out a little scream, but doesn't let go of Dave, so Carter connects with another and another fists to the ribs of Lrey, trying to hit him as hard as he can and free himself of this dangerous situation. After a series of of hard fists to the ribs and pain increasing with every hit, Lrey's hold of Dave's other arm weakens, allowing Carter to free it and quite frankly allows Dave to damage Lrey even more as he starts to punch Lrey's other side ribs with now his free hand. The Lightning punches Lrey ribs continuously and as fast as he can, then frees himself out of the head scissors. Apparently is now the one locked in pain, so Dave gets his chance to hit a big move. He grabs Lrey's right arms, putting it over his own shoulder, and spins with Lrey around to stop at a position, where Lrey's left side faces the cage. Carter then grabs the inside of Lrey's right leg and uses all his strength to throw the Demonic Angel in the air, making him flip backwards as well. The flip doesn't continue for long though, as Lil Rey Ray's right leg lands on Dave's shoulder. At this point, Dave quickly twists Lrey's body and still holding his opponent in the air, steps few little but deadly steps forward on the chain scaffold with the last one ending in the air as there is no more scaffold in front to step on. The two bodies fall down in free motion through the air and end up blasting like bombs with a huge impact onto the mat inside the cage. The whole arena get covered by a thunderous crashing sound, followed by loud cheers and women screams from the crowd.

~~JP~~
Holy sweet cow! Lightning Bomb of the scaffold into the cage bellow! That could have very well ended the rest of the match for both men. Lets only hope it didn't, since the show these two put alone was really impressive.

~~Ray~~
Well they won't be alone for long. The timer is counting the last seconds before the next man enters this match.

Lrey landed on his back as technically he still was powerbombed by Dave, even though Carter felt equally the same impact, just landed in sitting position and only a second after the impact felt down flat on to his back. Both men seem to be semi-knocked out, while the timer counting the time between entrances, start to count, with the crowd now joining in, the last ten seconds before the third man enters Cage of Death.

TBC by entrant #3 (he knows who he is)

[Matt Oliveira]

The crowd chants along with the countdown clock, ready to see another man enter the mouth of hell tonight.

....THREE!....TWO!....ONE!

*buzz*

A slight eerie two seconds pass, seeming like a heart-stopped minute until...GROWL, a heavy guitar and bass line hits ( ) as Rammstein's "Mein Teil" finally makes it's return to a GHW arena. The stage and entrance to the bridge of the cage are dimmed in a crimson light, a slight amount of smoke peek from the curtained corridor. Half of the crowd stands up in anticipation, knowing full well who's the third entrant into the cage. The other half, SWF fans, simply remained seated or jeer, not giving the time of day to care for the next entrant -seeing at it's not a familiar song. Matt steps onto the stage, sweeping the cloth to the side with his forearm. In one hand, a freshly-made thumbtack chair. In the other, a chain, roughly eight to ten feet long, bunched up. His hand holding as much as possible of the coiled steel. The t-shirt that he wore in NeXus covers his upper body, hanging loosely and de-threaded from his neck and shoulders. Same as the tattered old denim shorts, one leg with a large blood stain on it. A nearby camera reveals his brow is furrowed, his eyes widened and intense, and his teeth clenched tightly...and in his back pocket, a microphone.

JP: "There you have it, Ray, Matt's the second man of Team GHW. Judging by his experience -and debut- I think SWF may be cooking with gas. You remember how he is..."
Ray: "How he is? Hell, I remember that kid nearly having an orgasm over that damned match! Look at him! He's gone off his rocker!"
JP: "A bit of an understatement, but true nonetheless."

Matt spreads his arms in the crucifix, the chain and chair dangling from each hand. He screams, loudly, dropping his arms and slinging the chain over his neck that it hangs down his front. The lights return to normal as Matt begins climbing up the stairs to the bridge. One after the other he climbs the stairs until he reaches the top. His eyes fixated on the other end, just before it drops immediately to the cage itself. He steps forward, planting his feet on the skeleton of the walkway where it's the strongest. The "clink" of the chain-link fencing sending a reminiscent chill up his spine every time he takes a step. He continues walking, both Dave and Lrey fidgeting slightly in the ring, still overwhelmed with the impact of the Lightning Bomb. Oliveira stops, halfway to the cage, and looks down (through the cage) to see the ominous pool of one million thumbtacks. One million bits of pain. One million ways to hurt somebody. He licks his lips, and continues walking, the ring of the metal hammering into his head...

...those cages, the wire, that cold concrete...

CLINK!

All that blood...all that violence...the screams...

CLINK!

...oh my, those blood-curdling screams...the cracking of tables...the cracking of bones!

CLINK!

...tacks, tables, tubes and more!...the blades! The sheer brutality God himself fears to see!

CLINK!

...silence, his entrance music stops playing, the crowd is buzzing. Matt looks down, two men laying in a heap below him. He stares at the bodies, their chests rising and falling. Until, a voice..."Let's go Lrey"..."Do it for SWF"..."Come on, Lrey, get up!"...his eyes slowly drift up from their downward turn, locking onto Emblem, his face peering through the cage. Oliveira gets another flashback, that cage...the end. Covered in blood, torn to pieces. Emblem. The screaming. Emblem. The sound of a hand hitting the mat, releasing it's will to continue on. Emblem. He reaches into his back pocket, removing the microphone and turning it on. He slowly raises it to his mouth, his eyes unblinking, his fingers unclenched.

Matt: "...Emblem...you heard me...you've just singed your life away. You want to cheer Lrey on? You want to cheer SWF on? Well, it's better to be on the field than in the sidelines. All you need to do, Emblem, is climb that cage in-front of you. Climb it. Just like NeXus, Emblem. Climb the cage...because I swear, just like last time, you'll leave on a stretcher."

Emblem gives a snarl, flipping Matt off in the process. Oliveira lowers the microphone from his mouth as soon as he sees this. A Jerry Springer-like "Ooooh" comes from the audience from Emblem's actions, the SWF fans cheering and whooping for him. Slowly, after a stare-down, Emblem places a hand on the cage. Then, another. Then, he takes a step. Matt suddenly throws the chain and chair into the ring and climbs down the cage off of the bridge. Charging like a Rottweiler at Emblem. This causes Emblem to step off from the side of the cage, leaving space and chain-link between the two. Oliveira is pressed up against the side, temper flaring. He steps back, Emblem giving another snide wave and sheepish grin.

Matt: "...I swear to you, Emblem. It'll be the last time you ever cross with me again. AND I know I-"

*WHACK*

JP: "Lrey just blindsided Matt with his own chair! Where the hell did he come from?!"
Ray: "I don't know, but Matt's probably thinking the same thing! He just unleashed the beast on the back of his head!"

Matt falls forward from the chair shot to the mat, clutching his head as a couple tacks just got embedded into his skull. Lrey holds up the chair, the SWF fans giving a rousing cheer. He picks up the microphone, and tosses it over the cage wall as the SWF brood gives another pop, a small "Shut the f*ck up" chant starting. Oliveira slowly gets to his hands and knees, WHACK, and is met with a full-tilt chair shot over his back. Matt lets out a scream as another group of pins and tacks his his skin, the fresh glue causing them to stay punctured in his skin, or rip out once Lrey lifts it up. The Demonic Angel raises he chair once more, allowing Matt to get his head up -which he soon regrets. CRACK! A stiff shot across the forehead, making Lrey's chair-wielding score a hat trick. Oliveira falls onto his back, the crowd now cheering "You-got o-owned!" against the Hardcore Genius -who's probably not so much a genius but a high-school janitor right about now. Lil Rey Ray tosses the chair into the corner, taking a glance to see Dave Carter pulling himself toward the turnbuckles adjacent to him, his spine and pelvis feeling in BAD shape. Lrey turns his attention back to Matt, picking up a trash can lid and places it over Matt's face-down head. He jogs to the closest corner of the downed rival and scales the buckles with ease, Emblem cheering him on. In a smooth motion, he leaves the top pad, performing a full-rotation front-flip. He sticks out his legs, in the last fourth of his spin, looking to guillotine Oliveira.

SLAM!

JP: "Oh my god! Lrey damn-near crushed Matt's skull! What a somersault leg drop! With a trash can lid no less!"
Ray: "I'll be booking Matt's hospital bed right away..."

Lrey climbs to his feet, receiving some much appreciative cheers from half the audience, the other half booing and calling him a traitor -among other names. A hand places itself on Lrey's shoulder, spinning him around. The next thing he knows, a boot launches into his abdomen. He doubles-over, winded. Dave wraps his arm around the Angel's head and whips back, spiking Lrey to the mat with a furious DDT. His eyes glaze a moment before Lrey tries to stand up, a little dizzy. Lightning meets him while Lrey is at his knees. SMACK! Kick across the back. SMACK! Kick across the chest, and with that Dave darts to the ropes, returning with a double-boot to the Demonic's face. Lrey's body whiplashes back, his head feeling as light as a cloud but hurting like a b*tch. Carter springs himself back up, despite his left leg still feeling a tad ginger. He heads over, checking on Oliveira who is cut on one side of his head from thumbtacks still stuck in, not to mention a major gash from both a chair shot and a trash can on the back of his head. Matt, with Dave's help, stumbles back to his feet, holding between the back of his head and neck from the 5-minute abuse. Carter instructs Matt, both men heading to one corner to retrieve a table between the cage and ropes on one side. They lift it up over the ropes and set it up diagonally in the ring, the closest end roughly three feet from the corner. Matt stands up straight, brushing his hand over his forehead and aggressively removing some of the tacks, "She loves me...she loves me not...she loves me...". Carter bends down and picks up the dreaming Lrey by the hair, pulling him half-standing to the table and slumping him over it, his upper body and head laying on the wood. Oliveira retrieves his thumbtacks chair and lands a waffling hit across the bare back of the Angel, a small moan draining from Rey Ray's mouth. With his hands, Matt holds the chair down on Lrey's back as instructed. Dave then begins scaling the cage closest to the table, the crowd starting to stand in anticipation. The Lightning makes it to the top, sitting on the corner lip of the cage, planting his feet in the wire-shark cage-esque structure before standing up.

Ray: "...oh no..."
JP: "Not again! Dave's going to kill himself before this match is halfway over! We'll need a body bag!"

Then on the last note of "SLAM...JAM" he launches off of the cage, standing straight up as he falls, his feet acting like a torpedo...looking for a two-feet by two-feet metal square target. Oliveira whips his hands away from the chair, scrambling away from the table, leaving Lrey splayed over top of it. Dave falls the total twelve-to-fifteen feet straight down, his feet connecting with the chair over Rey Ray's back, his knees buckling. This sends Lrey, along with Dave, through the table, the horrendous crunch sounding almost like a shattered career.

JP: "Oh sweet Jesus...oh my god..."
Ray: "MUSHROOM STOMP! 1UP! CARTER HITS THE MUSHROOM STOMP!"

Once again, both lay in a heap of pain and probably unconsciousness, pieces of table among them. Oliveira, across the ring, lean up against the ropes in disbelief. As amazing as it looked, a sickening grin etches across his face. Then, a small buzz, the crowds heads turning in a sea to the countdown clock...ten seconds left. Matt runs across the ring, picking up the chain as he goes and feverishly climbs up the side to the bridge. The crowd counts down, Oliveira pulling himself up onto the platform.

...SIX!...FIVE!...FOUR!...THREE!...TWO!...

Matt stands up, eyes fixed again on the opposite end, praying for a new member of Team SWF to come down. He stands, chain in hand, evil in mind, blood on face.

...ONE!...

TBCB entrant #4 (knows who he is)

[TC Carroll]

*BUZZZZURTZ!*

Matt stares down the long steel scaffold waiting...praying for a member of Team SWF. A few seconds of complete silence fill the arena until "This is a new type of War; This is an eradication" blow up the PA, quickly followed by the opening guitar riff of Ashes Of The Wake by Lamb of God. The SWF Fans begin to cheer with sheer joy quickly identifying the music, as the GHW fans seem not to familiar with it. The music continues playing and just when it seems like no one is going to come out, the curtain flings open and TC Carroll comes walking from behind it. TC is dressed in the same SWF shirt he's been wearing since the Hardcore Invitational, His usual blue jeans, and instead of all his elbow pads and protectors, he is heavily taped up around his arms. Carroll is not alone though, with him he is carrying a trash can wrapped with barb-wire and filled with light tubes. TC then walks toward the steps that lead up to the scaffold trash can grasp tightly in his right hand, He then climbs them counting them 1 by 1 in his head.

JP: Oh man, does TC even know that Matt is still staring him down from the other end of the scaffold!

TC reaches the top of the steps and takes a strong look down the scaffold seeing Matt at the end, chain in hand. TC then sets the trash can to his right on the scaffold and pulls out one of the many light tubes contained inside of it. Carroll then slowly walks toward Oliveira being very careful of his steps.

Ray: Here is a little known fact about TC. Did you know he is actually afraid of heights?

JP: I had no idea. Where did you get that information?

Ray: ...Sources...[/b][/color]

TC gets about halfway down the long steel structure when Oliveira suddenly decides to charge straight at TC, Chain still in hand. Oliveira pulls his chain wrapped fist back and while still on the run swings right for TC's head. TC ducks quickly then turns around to face Matt, who already has turned back around and tries one more time. Matt pulls his fist back, but before he's able to throw his punch TC clocks Matt over the head with his light tube shattering glass everywhere as Oliveira collapses to the steel chain-link scaffold. TC then grabs Oliveira by his hair and slowly pulls his semi-lifeless body up and onto his shoulders in a fireman carry position. TC then falls backward hitting Matt with a Samoan Drop on the Chain-link. TC then walks back down the ramp and retrieves his trash can. TC then begins to walk down the ramp toward the cage, but TC is carrying the trash can rather uncaringly and a light tube crawls it's way out of trash can within reaching distance of Oliveira. TC then reaches the platform leading to the cage and very carefully without breaking any tubes reaches the inside of the ring. He then dumps all the light tubes out of his trash can and places the trash can on it's side so the barb-ware on it is exposed. He then walks to the mangled body of Dave and stands him on his feet. Carroll throws Dave's arm over his head, grabs his tights around the waist area and tries to Suplex him up, but before he can Dave knees him right in the gut, taking TC by surprise. Dave then using all the desperation in his body takes the bent over head of TC's and throws it under his arm then dropping down sending Carroll's head right into the mat.

JP: Where did that DDT come from. It's clear Dave is really fighting hard for Team GHW

Dave then slowly using the ropes help gets to his feet and begins taunting the SWF fans. Dave then screams at the top of his lungs Slam...but before he can let out the Jam he is hit from behind with a light tube in the back of the head by Lrey. Lrey then painfully bends over and picks up another light tube. He lays it across Dave's face, then lifts his foot up and stomps right on it, shattering the light tube right on the face of Dave. TC then makes it to his feet. Realizing the chance of a double team on Dave, TC walks toward Dave and Lrey, but before he is able to get halfway across the ring, Matt comes flying from the platform light tube clinched in both fist and swings the light tube overhead and shatters it over TC's head, TC quickly falls to the mat in pain while Matthew lands very ungracefully hurting himself.

Ray: Oh My Gee Jimmy, Matt is not the daredevil type when it comes to flying.

JP: No he's not. That could explain the uncomfortable fall on his landing. He may have easily ruptured several tendons in his leg.[/b][/color]

Lil Rey Ray the only one left standing pulls the now bleeding Dave toward the center of the ring. He then lays 4 light tubes on Dave's chest. Lrey walks over to the turnbuckle, then using the cage for leverage he climbs to the 3rd rope. He then takes a deep breath and then goes flying performing 2 front flips and lands on Dave in Senton position, crushing the light tubes between them.

JP: Woah! For all you fans out there, that's Lrey version of the 630, he calls that the Suicidal Revival.

Ray: Look the timer! Only 10 seconds left, and no one in the ring is standing!

The Fans in the arena begin to countdown with the timer.
10!
9!
8!
7!
6!
5!


(TBC: You know who you are.)

[Skull]

As the counter reaches 5 the arena blacks out and the only light comes from the screen showing the countdown. The crowd start to talk amongst themselves, wondering what is happening as the clock continues to count down.
As soon as the clock reaches 0 and the buzzer goes off, the lights return to find none other than SWF's Skull standing in the ring. He is wearing his usual ring gear but this time he has no facepaint on and he is wearing a long sleeved shirt rather than a t-shirt in the vain hope that it will give him extra protection. In his right hand he appears to be holding a hockey mask which, after looking around at the chaos, he puts on. The mask looks well used with scratches all over it and the cheek areas are completely chipped away making the mask look slightly Skull shaped.

Ray: Wow! if Skull managed to get along that stage, onto the scaffolding and into the ring in just 5 seconds then he is impressively speedy.
JP: Well wherever he came from he's in the cage now but why is he messing around with that mask? He has a golden opportunity now with everyone down and a 3-2 advantage but he's wasting time. He should've put that mask on before the match.
Ray: Maybe he's nervous, Jimmy. Skull is as hardcore as the next guy, he broke into the business as a backyarder but since going pro, he's tried to stay away from the more extreme side of hardcore.
JP: You mean there's a less extreme side of hardcore? this is GHW.
Ray: You know what I mean. I wouldn't want anything to happen to his pretty face.

Skull slowly looks around the cage, his gaze pausing over each of the 4 downed Fighty fighty persons in turn. he is awoken from daze by a frustrated Emblem screaming at him.

Emblem: Come on Skull! What you waiting for? Use the chair.

Skull snaps into action but instead of attacking one of his opponents he walks over to TC Carroll to check on him. He brushes the shards of glass from the light tube off of his head then helps him up to his feet and learns him against the cage to recover.

JP: What the Hell is Skull doing? He's not Florence Nightingale. Thank god he's on Team SWF.
Ray: Well I think it's very kind of him to check on his teammates before fighting Matt and Dave. And how do you know Skull doesn't have any medical qualifications? I bet he's got a PhD.
JP: Shut up, Ray.

TC pushes Skull away and shouts at him telling him to worry about Team GHW and not himself. At this point Matt Oliveira gets up, limping slightly and advances toward TC and Skull but luckily for them, Lrey, who still has shards of glass in his back from the Suicidal Revival, gets up at the same time and takes Matt back down with a clothesline from behind. With all 3 members of SWF now on their feet, TC directs traffic telling Skull to take care of Matt Oliveira while he and Lrey take on Dave Carter.
As the others leave to take on Dave who is still down, Skull gulps then turns around to find himself face to face with Matt Oliveira. Skull's jaw drops but it is soon reset by a strong uppercut from Matt that takes him off his feet. Skull barely has time to sit up and gather himself when Matt's boot is thrust into his face, the heel connecting with his forehead. The kick sends Skull flat onto his back again and as he lands, his head bounces off the mat and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

JP: Matt sure is taking it to Skull. He has so much hatred towards the SWF guys and this is the first time he has had a chance to get his hands on Skull.
Ray: If he keeps this up it will be the last time he or anyone else gets their hands on Skull. That's quite disappointing as I would've liked to have a go with him.

Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Lrey and TC have picked up Dave Carter. They both irish whip him into the ropes and as he rebonds off them, they both lift up their elbows for him to run into. Matt doesn't seem to to notice any of this as he pulls Skull roughly up to his feet. Matt holds Skull's face up close to to his and mouths something to him before ripping his top off then grabbing him by the neck and throwing him into the side of the cage. Most of Skull's back and his right arm connect with the cage and it leaves a criss-cross wield in the pattern of the cage.
He doesn't stop there as he picks Skull up and leans him against the nearby turnbuckle. He then picks up his tack chair and gives Skull an evil grin. He lifts the chair high up in the air then brings it down hard over Skull's head. At the last second Skull gets his hands up to protect his head from the blow but this just results in the glass and tacks shredding up his hands.

JP: Ouch. I'm sure Skull only lifted his hands up out of instinct but if he just took the shot then his mask would've protected him from most of that.
Ray: Poor Florence.
JP: I don't know if this is intentional but Skull seems to be being used as a sacrifice to keep Matt preoccupied while the other two double team Dave Carter.
Ray: Well he does seem to be in his own little world, Hell bent on hurting Skull.

Skull slides down the turnbuckle and lands in a heap on the mat. Matt doesn't show him any mercy though and bends over him to pick him up again. At this point Skull springs to life. Skull grabs matt's shoulders, covering them in the blood from his hands and pulls Matt towards him, driving his head into the cage.
Meanwhile TC and Lrey have Dave in the corner. While TC holds him there with his forearm on his throat, Lrey puts the boots to him. Every time Dave starts to make a comeback and fends off either Lil Rey Ray or TC Carroll the other one is always there to force him back into the corner despite chants of 'Slam Jam' and 'SWF'. After a few minutes of this, TC throws Carter down to the mat and Lrey climbs the turnbuckle. TC Carroll puts his boot over Dave's throat until Lrey jumps off the turnbuckle driving his leg into Dave's throat where TC's boot was just a few seconds ago.
At this point Skull is climbing up up the side of the cage towards the bridge, trying to escape from Matt Oliveira. he is slowed down a lot by the blood on his hands causing them to keep slipping off the cage and not allow him to get a good grip. He eventually makes it to the bridge but Matt is hot on his heels and soon joins him. They start to trade punches but Matt quickly gets the advantage over Skull. He is about to deal the knockout blow to Skull when he hears a cry from Dave Carter as TC and Lrey continue to gang up on him. Matt punches Skull in the head, taking him down with just one punch then turns to help out his partner. Out of desperation, Skull grabs onto Matt's leg but because of the blood his hands just slip off. Matt still feels this though and turns back to face Skull. He picks him up by his hair but instead off attacking him he throws Skull off of the cage and he lands on the conveniently placed Emblem outside.

Ray: Oh my God, Matt just threw Skull off the cage.
JP: And took out two for the price of one. Now Matt needs to help out Dave Carter before it's too late.

Just as Matt gets back in the ring the Countdown starts up and the fans count along with it.
10
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*Buzz*

(TBC by next entrant)

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: This seems wrong, but I was tole in PM that I was originally post 8, now 9 after Emblerm's post. Therefore I'm going ahead. If this is wrong, then get someone with Mod authority to delete this and tell me when I should be posting.

The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers.

JP: This does not bode well for Matt Olivera and Dave Carter.

Ray: The fourth member of Team SWF is on his way to the ring, and it's the troll himself!

Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes down the aisle with yet another garbage can filled with weapons and his trademark Frying pan in the other hand. AS the Butcher gets to the door, the weapons are introduced, and the Butcher enters the cage. Matt turns his attention to the Butcher and begins kicking the Butcher in the head and upper torso. Lrey leaves TC Carrol to his fun with Dave carter, dropkicks Matt in the back allowing the Butcher to get to his feet. Gnarfflinger winds up and clobbers Matt with the frying pan. As Matt staggers, the Butcher gives him a second shot. Matt falls to one knee. The Butcher then uses the frying pan to deliver a bulldog to the Hardcore Genius. Gnarfflinger then grabs a barbed wire wrapped Hockeystick from his Garbage can, and works the back of Matt. Lrey and TC motion to the Butcher, lift Dave Carter to his feet then double whip him across the ring, where the Butcher tees off and cross checks Carter with the hockey stick!

JP: What teamwork by Team SWF!

Ray: Dave and Matt may never be the same!

Meanwhile, outside, Skull is receiving medical attention. He regains his composure, climbs to the top of the cage, and yells. Gnarfflinger stops working Dave carter, leaving him to Lrey and TC. The Butcher then grabs Matt, Sets him up for a Death Sentence (AMW finisher), and Skull leaps from the top of the cage, hitting a leg drop across the throat of Matt Olivera. Skull and the Butcher double team him as the countdown reaches zero. The Buzzer sounds to reveal...

TBC: I assume you know who you are...

[Matt Oliveira]

(OOC: Nope, Gnarff, it's all good.)

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

The buzzer sounds, and even before it finishes a huge shot of blue pyro burst from either side of the entrance ramp. A grinding, heavy guitar riff plays, and Wreckingball walks out of the backstage to the roar of the fans. His arms are upraised as he steps through the showers of blue and silver pyro. He is wearing jeans, and a sleeveless black shirt with "Mental Fuckin' Warrior" on the front, in blue graffiti font, and "Summer Ritual Cage o'Death!" on the back. He walks down the ramp, eyes fixed firmly on the crazy sadistic action in the cage ahead. As the lyrics begin, many of his fans sing the song too.

Assassin in stealth,
Assailent from hell,
Impervious to damage!
Computer on board
Engaged in a war
Nonstop combatant!

Maybe not a mutant- maybe a man!
Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg...
Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg...Call him Psychotron!

JP:This is our mystery guest tonight...the Human Wreckingball! It's about time he honoured us with his presence, as GHW look like they need their reinforcements! It's time he brought some of his awesome power and impressive skills to the aid of his GHW brothers!

Ray: What? Stop praising Wreckingball!

JP: Well you insult him all the time, so I thought to make things a little more balanced.

The song fades as Wreckingball begins to climb the steps leading up to the scaffold, and arrives onto the scaffold itself. He proceeds to enter the Cage of Death, and the GHW fans cheer as he drops through the cage into the ring. He wastes no time heading for the closest SWFer, and it is TC Caroll. Wreckingball gives him a respectful, almost friendly nod, which TC returns, and the two men lock up in a collar-elbow tie. Wreckingball suddenly releases himself from it unexpectedly, and spins round putting his foot behind both of Caroll's legs before sweeping his arm across Caroll's chest, forcing him over Wreckingball's leg and onto the ground. Wreckingball immediately begins stomping on TC's chest and legs, leaving bootprints on his chest. However after a few stomps, Wreckingball is lifted away as Gnarfflinger wraps his arms around his body, and with a grunt of effort, lifts Wreckingball up and rolls backwards, landing Wreckingball back on the floor with a thundering crack, shoulders down and just in time for Wreckingball to recieve a sudden and unexpected dropkick to the face from LRey, who was standing nearby.

After the dropkick to the face, Gnarfflinger releases him from the pin, and Wreckingball is left on the floor in preparation for a senton from Lrey. Wreckingball manages to roll away from Lrey and Lrey smashes into the mat. After getting to his feet, the crowd gasp in shock, as Lrey's dropkick had busted open his nose and blood was leaking from both swollen nostrils. Wreckingball kicks Lrey savagely as he is getting up, and his boot crunches in the ribs. Lrey grabs them in pain, but still manages to get up with no problem and the two men face off. Wreckingball tries to clothesline Lrey, but Lrey dodges it and Wreckingball charges across the ring, straight into Dave Carter, who grabs his arm, whispers "Good luck buddy!" and irish-whips him across the ring towards Skull, before heading across the ring to fight Gnarfflinger.

Gnarfflinger hits Dave with his fryingpan, but Dave raises his arm and it glances off his elbow. Immediately, Gnarfflinger swings back for a headshot with it, but Dave ducks and slides forward with his feet. They connect with Gnarfflinger's legs in a textbook-perfect shortrange baseball slide, and Gnarfflinger goes down to the mat with Dave underneath. Dave wraps his legs around Gnarfflinger's chest, while wrapping his arms around his throat in order to restrict the blood supply- Dave's wrist and bicep cutting off the arteries on either side of the throat in a sleeper hold. Gnarfflinger manages to shout out in surprise before Dave locks in the hold properly, and TC Carroll and Lrey come to his rescue, TC Carroll with a bat and smashing on one of Dave's legs with it, and Lrey kicking Dave's other leg. Dave releases Gnarfflinger, and impressively backflips away from the men, landing on his feet in a defensive position.

JP: Wow. A great display of athleticism and acrobatics from Dave there.

Ray: Rawr...I'd love to put him through his paces...

Ray winks in an exaggerated manner, but JP smashes him overhead with his clipboard. Back in the ring, Wreckingball has been irish-whipped over to Skull, but Skull manages to leap out of his way and Wreckingball goes into the ropes. Matt manages to grab Skull, though, and begins to drag him to where Gnarfflinger's bin of weapons is, kicking it over. Matt suddenly turns and boots Skull in the stomach, and while Skull is doubled over grabs him around the waist, pulling him up so Skull is facing downward with Matt's arms holding him in the air. Matt staggers to the weapons, and sits down heavily, driving Skull's head onto the weapons. Matt collapses backwards from the exertion, and Skull flops to the ground his hockeymask severely dented.
Wreckingball springs back off the ropes and eventually comes to a halt next to Dave Carter, as the two men stare down the three SWFers. Wreckingball turns to Dave and nods, then ducks and bends over. Dave jumps, and lands on Wreckingball's back gently- then immediately leaps forwards, tucking his legs in to gain as much height as possible. Just before impact, he extends his legs, twists in the air and splits them apart, crashing one foot into Gnarfflinger and one into TC Carroll, knocking them backwards and to the ground. The crowd begin a chant of "Slam Jam Nation! Slam Jam Nation"

JP: Wow, so that's why they call him the Lightning eh?

Wreckingball stands up, only to get a speartackle from Lrey. However, at the last moment Wreckingball grabs him and flips him up onto his shoulders quickly then spins round, using the momentum to bear him to the ground in a harsh powerbomb. Wreckingball drags himself to his feet, but keeps hold of his legs, and the whole of the ring are alerted by a mechanical voice...

Ten...nine...eight...seven....six...five...four...three...two...one...Bzzzz.

TBC?

[Rurouni]

Everyone stops wanting to see who the final member is as the buzzer goes off. But no one comes out everyone then goes back to beating the hell out of each other. SWF with the numbers game sending the GHW superstars down to the mat. Gnarffinger and Skull are stomping on Wreckingball in the corner, Lrey has locked in a cross face on Dave and TC has Matt on his back before smashing his face with a chair. The SWF members continue the onslaught as the crowd boos, Emblem is seen cheering as his team is winning the match. Suddenly the ring darkens and the titantron lights up with Beware of Sickles which sends an eruption throughout the arena as Skindreds RuffNeck begins to play over the PA SWF members stop Lrey Gnarff and Skull look at each other grab TC and all four men make there way up to the metal scaffold TC not fully aware but following none the less.

JP:Wow! The final member is here and would you believe its the sickle weilding maniac Rurouni! I don't think SWF expected this look at them all climb up to the scaffold to meet Rurouni, Gnarffinger knows best what Rurouni can do.

Ray:It looks like SWF is in trouble now, We have seen Rurouni in brutal matches against Gnarffinger, Vlad, and Skull.

Rurouni comes out sickle high in hand as all four SWF members have made it up to the scaffold. TC runs first at Rurouni but gets laid out as Rurouni punches TC in the face with the left hand that is wrapped in chain. Skull is the next one to charge at Rurouni but is met with a boot to the gut and then a stickle stab to the back which causes him to arch his back in pain as he falls to the ground. Gnarffinger runs wielding his frying pan back and bringing it around but Rurouni ducks low of the frying pan shot and comes up with his hands inside his chest and pushes up catching Gnarffinger with a double elbow shot to the jaw that lifts Gnarffinger up a few inches and sends him crashing onto his back. Lrey charges but before getting there runs up the sides of the scaffold using them to spring off and flipping his body trying to hit a spinning heel kick but misses eating chain as Rurouni side steps LRey and pushes him down using his own force. The crowd cheers and the members of Team GHW look up and smile as they all take the time to recover and get some energy back.

JP:Rurouni is the freshest out of all the men and it showed as he cleaned house of SWF. GHW gets a much needed rest but Rurouni better turn around as members of SWF are getting up.

TC is the first of the four men up and he charges at Rurouni wrapping his arms around the waist of Rurouni and running with him toward the side of the scaffold pushing his face into the chain links. TC then rubs Rurouni's face against the scaffold links which elicits boos from the crowd. Rurouni falls to the ground as TC stomps on the chest. He is joined by both Skull and Gnarffinger who join in the stomp fest putting there boots onto Rurouni. Lrey makes his way over and yells and motions for them to pick up Rurouni. All three members pick up and hold onto Rurouni as Lrey lifts up Rurouni's chin before winding back and cracking him in the face with a punch. TC, Skull, and Gnarffinger laugh as Lrey then goes from punching to kicking Rurouni in the stomach. HW, Dave, and Matt seeing what is going on push themselves to get up onto the scaffold and help out Rurouni. The beating continues for a few minutes more before Matt weilding a chair cracks Gnarffinger upside the back of the head sending Gnarffinger slumping to the ground. Skull turns around and is met with a chair shot as well. TC also gets a chair shot for good measure. Lrey stops and kicks Matt in the gut before hitting an X factor. Dave gets into the mix and picks up a downed TC by the back of the head and then slams him face first into the chain scaffold before walking with TC and then tucking his head under his arm before lifting up TC and falling off the scaffold to the tacked ring below causing both members to land on the thumbtacks but both are two tired to really move around as the pain isn't as bad as the pain they have been through.

Ray:Wow! did you see that move by Dave Carter on TC right into the tumbtacks below. Why do these men put themselves through this kind of torture. I mean its good that they came to the rescue of Rurouni.

JP:Yeah it was good because Rurouni was getting lynched wow look at the action still taking place on the scaffold.

HW is shown smacking Lrey's face off the side of the linking several times, Gnarffinger is seen driving the handle of the frying pan into the throat of Matt. Skull has picked up Rurouni and is punching him in the face. Rurouni finely blocks the punches and is able to stand on his feet as he locks up with Skull, blood is running down the forehead of Rurouni. HW picks up Lrey and lifts him over his head and walks towards the ring and drops Lrey to the mat with a thud. HW then grabs the scaffold and hangs off it before dropping down. HW then picks up Lrey and locks in a chinlock. Gnarffinger and Matt have locked up and both are struggling to get the advantage over the other but while walking on the scaffold Gnarffinger loses his footing grabbing Matt and both of them fall to the ring with a thud. The crowd chants Holy Shit! Rurouni and Skull continue to fight on the scaffold Rurouni nails a boot to the gut but gets met with a boot himself into the gut and again finds his face bounced off the scaffolding. Skull picks up Rurouni and catches and elbow to the gut which allows Rurouni to get behind Skull and lock in a half nelson before lifting Skull up and over releasing Skull which causes skulls neck and back of the head to bounce of the chain link scaffold bending Skull almost in half as his feet end up by his head. Rurouni leans up against the scaffold catching his breath.

JP:It looks like Team GHW has the advantage back and the upper hand. The carnage that has been caused in this match is unreal. I wonder who will walk out of the match the winner?

Ray:I don't know JP, but we could be seeing the end of one of these two teams here soon.

Rurouni looks at Skull and leans over to pick him up. Meanwhile HW has whipped Lrey into the turnbuckle and taking the metal chair runs with the chair only to have lrey put a boot up smacking the chair in HW's face and sending him crashing to the mat. Lrey then climbs the ropes and jumps off with a shooting star press but lands on the chair with a sick thud. Gnarffinger and Matt have made it to there feet and they are trading punches back and forth, Gnarffinger throws a punch and Matt ducks it going behind Gnarffinger and hitting a release german suplex the pain as the tacks dig into the skin is not felt anymore as the crowd chants. Matt stands up and picks up Gnarffinger sending him to the outside. Matt then grabs the top rope and slings himself onto Gnarffinger below which sends the crowd erupting with cheers. LRey picks up HW and sends him to the outside then springs up to the top rope and flips backward hitting a shooting star press onto HW. Dave and TC slide to the outside and carry on there battle there then they turn there attention to picking up there friends. Rurouni picks up Skull and is met with a boot to the gut which is followed up by Skull running and grabbing Rurouni as everyone else looks up seeing the two men up there. Skull jumps in the air and wraps his legs around Rurouni's head and flips him from off the scaffold to the pile of men below which sends Holy Shit! chant which is then followed with skull jumping off the scaffold and hitting a 450 splash on top of everyone else which sends another rousing Holy Shit! chant as everyone lays in a huge pile.

[Lrey]

J.P.: My god, look at the chaos and broken bodies. I have never seen so many people laying near dead in my life. There has been so many highs, lows, big spots, and big bumps in this match. Everyone in this match has been doing so amazing so far, just making this match amazing.

Ray: There is a lot on the line, so no duh that they are doing their best. All these guys are top rate athletes, being some of the best of the best. And what Skull just did, I mean holy shit. All these guys are umm... perfect honey.

As you look around, broken bodies, tattered men, and bleeding souls lay upon the ground. Each and everyman has been giving everything they have, but no one has a definite lead. Not one man could stand up, yell their team won, and be believed by more than half the crowd. A single groan flares, Dave being the owner of it. His arms push heavily off the canvas, almost like bricks. He was one of the men who barely got hit by the move, and being so, was easily to stand. His boots lightly touch the canvas, the toe bent under his weight. He looks around, seeing he is one of the few who was impacted easy from the move.

The next movement belongs to Lrey, his head raising off the ground, a look of anger burning in his face. He slams his arms to the mat in frustration, raising with a push-up, Rorouni Kenshin Kobashi rolling off his back. Lrey's legs touch down quickly, as his eyes lock on Dave, a look of despise shows. Dave looks at Lrey a moment, chuckling in delight that Lrey is so worked up. Dave takes a step, his foot crunching into TC Carroll's back, laughing the entire time he steps on him. Lrey sees this, and walks towards Dave, hopping into the air, stomping down on Human Wreckingball's back in return. Dave smiles to Lrey, knowing that a giant confrontation is about to occur.

Before Dave's idea bank can come to mind, his entire body shudders in surprise. TC's arm wraps around Dave's leg, the suddenness of the grasp making Dave almost jump out of his skin. Dave tries to loosen the grip and break away, but is faintly disappointed as the grip only becomes tighter and tighter around his leg. Dave keeps tugging, pulling away, praying to god he can get away. Only more disappointment comes to him, as Gnarfflinger's arms wrap around his legs as well. Lrey's eyes only dance with rage as this happens, inching his way to Dave. A fear like no other arises in Dave, knowing that there is no way to break away from fate.

A strong arm of Lrey grabs Dave by the neck, Lrey's fingers crinkling somewhat. Lrey's fingernails begin to dig into Dave's neck, blood spilling down slowly, the look of fear turning to agony. Lrey stops ths after a moment, his fingers covered in blood, his mindset unstable and fragile. The Demonic Angel's knee fires up, slamming Dave in the stomach, blood spurting out of Dave's mouth. Dave bends over from the pain as Lil Rey Ray backs away, hopping back onto the ropes. Lrey springboards the ropes, firing forward, spinning his body dangerously forward. Lrey's body corkscrews beautifully midair, a front-flip being performed simultaneously. Lrey's legs out stretch in a sitting position, slamming into the bent over head of Dave, making it slam into the canvas below.

J.P.: HOLY SHIT! Did you see that? A 360 Corkscrew Leg Drop, which in reality turned into a face buster more than anything. Lrey is pure evil, he is evil, he is sick, he is demented. He is what will make this match bloody, and he is what will make this match pure suicidal. He is going to take all these men to a limit that they have never reached, and may never reach again. The Demonic Angel will test all these men a new height, a new measuring stick, a new form. If any of the GHW superstars wish to defeat Lrey, then they better pack an arsenal like to other.

Ray: He is good, but not that good. Lets see, out there. I will bet my cute little ass, that Matt Oliveira, Rorouni, and Dave Carter could take Lrey down, by himself. The Death by Angels may be one of the most feared and revered moves in the time that is today, and even the past. But, Dave, Rorouni, and Matt are all the future. They don't care what happened yesterday, they care what happens today. You can't take some record and flash it around, you don't see me doing that to my boyfriends, do you, Jimmy?

Pain courses throughout Dave, his nose broken in more than one place. More blood spills across the ring, a fresh splatter laying around Dave's head. Dave coughs a few times, the impact hurting his chest. A few small drops of blood fall from his mouth as Lrey lays beside him, adrenaline powering his body. His arms once again slam the canvas again, TC Carroll and Gnarfflinger standing upon the wreckage already. If you snapped a picture at that moment, you would see a "perfect destruction". Everything around seems to be irrelevant at the moment, only the ability to make havoc and disturbing memories seems to be important.

As Lrey stands to his feet, a withering pain shoots through his back. Rorouni stands above him, his leg slammed into Lrey's back. Lrey lays on the canvas, his fists balled and his elbows bowed. Human Wreckingball, at this time, sweeps Gnarfflinger's legs out from under him, as Matt Oliveira sneaks up on TC Carroll unnoticed. Matt rares his arm back, slamming his fist into the back of TC's head. Roroun grabs Lrey by the back of his neck, easily lifting the 187 lbs man off the ground. If Lrey were ever to be scared in the face of any number or opponent, this would easily be the best time. He would cower under three men who are much bigger. Two being two of the sickest men in GHW, and the other possibly the strongest their is.

In this face of danger, Lrey only keeps a hollow face expression, showing no look of intimidation. Rorouni's voice booms through Lrey's head: "Now it's your turn, you little bitch." Lrey's eyes glaze over for only a moment, until reality finally hits his mind like it should have earlier. He now realizes that there are three men, who could literally tear him apart, standing around him. In this realization, the only thing that comes to Lrey's mind comes to everyone else's ears. "Fuck you." These words are followed by a spit into Rorouni's face. Lrey feels empowered for only a moment, as a strong arm slams dead into his stomach.

Lrey coughs heavily out, a hoarse sound coming from the punch into his stomach. Rorouni points to Matt, and then points to the corner of the ring. Matt looks, as his eyes widen with delight, a brown bag tied by a white string laying in the corner. Matt walks over to the bag, lifting it up, and tossing it to Rorouni. Rorouni catches it with a free hand, and pushes Lrey into Wreckingball's more than capable arms. Rorouni unties the string, letting it hang, and opens the bag. His hand dives in, as he pulls out one shiny tack. He walks face to face with Lrey, pulling the tack to Lrey's chest, driving it into his skin.

A Blunt scream is let out, the pain of that one tack consumes Lrey. Rorouni begins to stick his hand into the bag countless times, driving tack after tack into Lrey's chest area. The tacks begin to form, they begin to form a sign at first, until tack after tack it begins to show a sick understanding to the crowd. As the last tack digs into Lrey's skin, the letters 'G...H...W' show through. Rorouni and HW kick the back of Lrey's knees, making him drop to his knees. They then outstretch his arms, making him look like Jesus before the cross, Lrey's head hanging down from pain. The sign of confidence to SWF, which be Lrey, now erodes to the excellence that is GHW.

J.P.: That is just sickening, they tacked the letters 'GHW' into Lrey's chest. That is perfect, and I love it. GHW is what will prevail in this contest. If SWF thinks they will itch their name into the history books, that they will carve their name in stone, they are sadly mistaken. GHW will go down in history as the most dominate federation of all time, and this win in the Cage of Death will only prove it more so. Lrey was a sign for SWF, an Emblem of hope. Well hope just ran out for SWF, and now all there is, is the hops for their talent to be better than ours.

Ray: Jimmy, you know they aren't. Don't give those ugly SWF people hope. Only the beautiful pull for GHW. Only the sane pull for GHW. Only the insane, the sick, and the purely cold blooded people are wanting SWF to win. What has SWF given the world? So what if they gave us a few chapters in the historic books of Lil Rey Ray, Dead Man Dan, Skull, Emblem, Pyro, The Bman, Gnarfflinger, and others? GHW has given the world a new look on what hardcore is. We have given a new view of what technical wrestling is. What high flying is, what power really is. We have revolutionized what SWF left behind.

Human Wreckingball and Rorouni pick the Demonic Angel off his knees, holding him over the canvas. They begin laughing, yelling "Angels never fall," and "SWF is Suck What's Found." Lrey groans lightly, the pain still withering away at his tattered body. He tries as much as he can to loosen an arm, but has sadly mistaken want for ability. His body responds lightly to its controllers commands, all the adrenaline from before falling onto a dead surface of fire and brimstone. Lrey moves his head to the other side, trying to see what's going on. As his eyes peer out, he sees Skull walking up behind HW and Rorouni.

Lrey's legs go wild, kicking HW in the stomach, and Rorouni in the privates. As both bend over in the pain they feel, Skull kicks HW in the back off the head. Lrey snaps his leg up, snapping the side of Rorouni's face with a deadly kick. Rorouni falls half-witted to the ground, his brain rocked by the kick. HW falls forward, awkwardly, his head going under his body as he rolls over himself. Lrey looks content with his work, but before he can turn around, a loud slam is heard. He looks to his right, and Skull lays motionless on the canvas, as Matt Oliveira stands over him, smiling wildly. Lrey breaths heavily, and turns around, readying to face Matt.

As he turns though, it isn't Matt Oliveira who stands face to face. Instead, an even more hyped in his mind than Matt and him. He comes face to face with Dave Carter, his eyes meeting the neck area of Dave. Dave picks right arm up, putting it behind his neck. Dave then wraps his right arm around Lrey's waist. Dave takes a step forward, gaining some momentum. He then fires off his feet, flipping backwards. His body makes a near perfect crescent midair, only his legs come to far forward in the need for more rotation. Lrey's body curls forward, slamming sickly into the canvas, and landing heavily on the tacks that fell from the bag earlier. The chants of "Holy Shit" "Holy Shit" pour in, as the words "Slam Jammer" yell out all around.

J.P.: Slam Jammer, Slam Jammer! Oh My God, What an Impact! I can't believe that Lrey just got slammed as hard as he did. Dave just taught Lrey a little lesson, and this one won't be forgotten anytime soon. My god, I can't believe it. Dave is just miraculous.

TBCB whoever

[emblem]

JP: What the hell is that maniac doing?!

Ray: Emblem! What the hell!

Emblem can be seen trying to get inside, trying to break the cage open. A split-second further, a bunch of referees try to stop Emblem, but Emblem outsmarts them by climbing the cage now, and get in from the hole in the roof. Security is seem running in, trying to grab Emblem. Emblem hardly escapes them, but they grab his foot, and pull him back down. Emblem is overpowered by 6 security guardsmen, who try to get him calm.

JP: getting Emblem calm, after what he have seen, don't think they have a chance...

Ray: the guy already has a temper, but after he has seem Lrey being mutilated like this...aw he's still SWF trash.

Emblem now stands in a vertical, calm but shaking base.

JP: He's calm?

Ray: Wanna bet a fiver he's like the other SWF hotheads?

Emblem looks to his left and right, and walks towards the Isle..

Ray: He can't be leaving...

emblem then suddenly sprints off, being chased by guardsmen again, but he ducks to the big open right side of the Isle, and is seen grabbing something...

Emblem then whacks one guard down, and the others stop...

Ray: I owe you a fiver, Emblem seems to have thought about this before...he grabbed his SWF bar brawl singapore Cane!

JP: you did see his DVD 6 times...and he is still angry liek hell, look at that facew! but you arent getting a fiver!

Emblem then starts to brawl with the guardsmen and the referees, not calming down. The S-W-F chant seems to arise again, as Emblem seems desperate to reach the cage, and help his comades.

Ray: Emblem will hardly have anything left after a dozen of security Pittbulls...but he does seem to be driven...to get himself killed.

[rickyrodriguez]

As Emblem is fighting with the security guards suddenly the crowd
erupt into a massive cheer. Emblem hits one of the security guards with his
Singapore cane leaving him unconscious on the ground, as he turns around to see
why the crowd is cheering he sees Ricky standing ready with an small beer cag
that he holds with both of his hands, just before Emblem can do anything Ricky
throws the beer cag at him hitting him on the torso. To all the force that Ricky
threw it with Emblem falls down to the ground, the beer cag rolls over his face
and gets on the ground rolling on.

Ray: YES, I can't believe it. Ricky my love came out to stop this idiot.

JP: Ricky to the rescue, he took out Emblem lets see what happens on.

Ricky jumps on top of Emblem and starts hitting his face with both his fist in a
rapid pace, Emblem isn't able to defend himself. Now more guards come running
out and pull Ricky off of Emblem, Ricky tries to fight himself out of the clutch
of the guards. 5 Other guards grab Emblem and hold him back as well, the guards
try to get Emblem and Ricky to the back but after a few attempts of breaking lose
both men get out of their hands and run to wards each other.

Ray: They are all over each other this is exciting.

JP: They already had a match and now they are going on here, I
didn't know Ricky would be capable of doing something like this.

Now both men are hitting each others and throwing some massive blows. One of the
blows hits Ricky's right eyebrow that already opened in their match and was
stitched but now the crimson red blood pours all over his face.


TBC by anyone in the match

ooc: Sorry had to fight Emblem, if I made boo boo sorry