Vladimir Strife vs. Crazy Boy: Inferno Match

[Vladimir T. Strife]

After another amazing match, the fans in Korakuen Hall are excited, pumped about the action they've witnessed so far and all that is left to come. In the ring, Lizzie stands tall, ready to announced the next contest on the card.

"Ladies and Gentlemen.. our next match is an Inferno match, where the object is to set your opponent on fire with the flames that will surround the ring once the contest has begun. Introducing first... hailing in at 269 pounds... from Sighisoara, Romania... He is the one, the only, Vladimir T. STRRRRRRRRIFE!"

'The New Black' begins to play, fans turning their attention to the entrance stage in anticipation of Vladimir. He pushes the curtain aside, stepping out into the aisle as he looks around, his body bandaged and banged up from a hard fought match with The Classic Rocker that opened the show. He smiles to the fans and tags their hands as he slowly makes his way to the ring, one arm continually held to his ribs in pain.

JP: What is Vladimir thinking? After that beating he took earlier, he had better be at his best. Crazy Boy won't hold back and I hope Vladimir knows this or he could be enjoying the rest of his trip in Japan from a burn unit!

Vladimir steps up the steel steps, climbing into the ring as the fans begin to cheer. He raises his arm high in a salute to them, climbing the turnbuckle and taunting them as he raises his arms high into the air, quickly bringing one back to his ribs. Vladimir climbs back down the post, asking to see the microphone a moment. She hands it over once more as Vladimir looks at it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... as you might be able to tell... I AM a bit banged up from earlier. However, I promise you that I will still fight as hard as I can and DAMNIT, you WILL get the match you paid for! I will entertain you, I will excite you, and Crazy Boy... I will beat the hell out of you! So come on down, time waits for no man, but misery waits for you!"

Vladimir hands the microphone back to Lizzie as he stretches, pushing his back against the ropes and eying the entrance ramp.

TBCB Crazy Boy

[crazyboy]

Vladamir stands proudly attempting to hide the pain he is in, but the bandages alone give away the fact he has already been in a brutal match. Amidst the the huge amount of locals who have turned up to see a great night of entertainment and wrestling are the loyal fans of GHW from across the ocean. Holding there signs, and merchandise bought from the stands before the show, they await the next opponent.

Oh yeah
Wooooo!

Live for the moment by Monster Magnet starts to play causing a mixed reaction from the audience. Most of them begin chanting " Sell Out "... " Sell Out ". Jumping out of the curtain as the music continues to play, Crazy Boy is seen wearing baggy black pants and a black t-shirt with writing that spells " Step Up ". On his waist is the SCW Deep Zero title. Jogging from one end of the stage in excitement, Crazy Boy pauses at the top of the ramp, raises his arm and forms V 1 with his hand.

" Oh Boy... we haven't seen Crazy Boy like this since the good old days of Solid Core Wrestling. "

" (cries)... Don't tell me the goody two shoes is back Jimmy, please no. I was just getting used to him standing up for himself. "

" The next competitor in tonights Inferno match. All the way from Aotearoa, he is weighing in tonight at a lean two hundred and five pounds. Standing at five feet and ten inches, he is the chair swinging, glass crashing, cartoon humming freak of the north... CRAZYY BOYY !! "

Strutting down the ramp holding his arm up showing his classic taunt, Crazy Boy stops and takes a fans sign and poses for a camera. Continuing down the ramp he walks around the stage exchanging words with some of the audience lucky enough to be point blank to the action. Passing the commentators table he swipes a microphone from the table. Sliding into the ring, Crazy Boy removes the title then walking to each corner holds it high above his head. Flipping backwards off the last corner post he turns to stand face to face with Vladamir.

( Tilting his head to the side he takes a deep breath as he raises his eye brow. Raising the microphone Crazy Boy leans slightly backwards as he begins to talk. )

"FINALLLYY ... The Crazy One is back !!... My opponent tonight is none other than the hardcore god himself. { Every one begins to cheer wildly. )... Yeah... every one loves Vladamir. BUT... but, Crazy Boy doesn't. He says time waits for no man, but misery waits for me... Well... the Crazy One has a news flash for you Vladamir T Strife. He's going to whoop your ass one side of the ring to the other, and just when you cry out for " mommy ", he's going to set your ass on fire and have himself some roasted marshmallows. "

Before he can finish talking Vladamir launches at Crazy Boy just as the bell rings signaling the start of the match.

Tbc Vlad.
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[Vladimir T. Strife]

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Lizzie Morna and the referee make their way out of the ring, the 2 competitors watching the metal structure around the ring warily. After a moment, flames shoot up from it, surrounding the apron of the ring, the heat keeping the men from the ropes. They back up, each with their eyes on the fire, until they bump into each other. Both men turn around, fists cocked back. Crazy Boy throws a hard right across the side of Vladimir's chin, the King rocking back before returning with one of his own. They trade off back and forth, neither man taking an advantage as the match quickly digresses into a flat out brawl. Crazy Boy stops the slugfest with a knee lift, driving the top of his thigh across the bandaged ribs of his nemesis. Vlad drops to one knee, letting loose a few words that he's glad aren't taught in Japanese English classes.

JP: CrazyBoy going straight for those ribs and I fully expected it. The man is smart and if you show him a weakness, he WILL use it to the fullest.
Ray: I'm just surprised he brought the Deep Zero title! I mean, first the Rocker pulls out the Solid Kore title earlier tonight, now the Deep Zero! I'm all for remembering the old days, but it can't be good in this big of a dose!
JP: I know what you mean.. Tonight is amazing, but one more title brought out here like that and we could, if we don't already, have one pissed off crowd in the lockerroom!

Crazy Boy runs back, looking back to the ropes and stopping himself abruptly as the fire around ringside makes him change his mind. Instead, he steps back in with a quick boot to the side of Vladimir's head, keeping him down a while longer. Vladimir reels away, forcing himself up as he stumbles away from Crazy Boy. He turns Vladimir around and grabs him by the wrist, snapping his weight back and sending his opponent quickly towards the ropes. Vladimir stomps his feet forward, slowing himself down as he nears the ropes, looking at the fire nervously. As he turns around, Crazy Boy comes up from a crouched position, taking to the air as he drives his boots into the sternum of Vladimir, knocking him to the ground. Vladimir lands dangerously close to the flames, laying a foot from them, dazed and confused. As he rolls over and sees them in front of them, he quickly pushes himself away, putting distance between himself and the fire.

Crazy Boy is back to his feet though and grabs handfuls of Vlad's hair, pushing his face towards the pyre. Vladimir grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom rope as the heat from the fire causes sweat to form across his forehead. He raises his leg high, slamming his calf into the groin of Crazy Boy, not caring about being morally sound or not in the moment, his concern primarily for his health. Crazy Boy releases the hold and drops to the canvas, rolling around in pain as Vladimir wipes his forehead and makes his way to his feet. He throws a soccer like punt right above the ear of Crazy Boy, ceasing his tantrum like spasm. He grabs a hold of Crazy Boy's legs and clutches them around the knee, his opponent looking up at him with glazed eyes. Vlad repositions himself and looks backwards, looking up to the crowd who cheers approvingly of the setup for a slingshot.

JP: Vladimir's going to chuck him right at the ropes! If Crazy Boy goes over, he's going to be heading straight down for that fire!
Ray: Do it! Do it!

Crazy Boy comes to his senses, realizing what is about to happen. To save himself, he quickly spins himself around, twisting his body and flipping Vladimir in the process. The two rush to their feet, Vladimir getting the quick offense by throwing a punch to the bridge of Crazy Boy's nose and stopping him in his tracks. He grabs Crazy by the hair and taunts the crowd, feeling reasonably in control for the moment. Crazy Boy corrects him with a kick to the knee, the King seeming more annoyed that hurt by it. Crazy Boy pushes Vladimir off of him and then drops to one knee, bringing his elbow and forearm forward into the stomach of Vladimir. Crazy Boy steps up and takes off to the ropes, not carrying about the fire this time. It's too low to light him, but the heat is still intense enough to make him cringe a bit. As he comes towards Vladimir, the heat was enough to throw him off and allow the King to come up off of the knee he dropped to clutching his ribs. He grabs Crazy Boy under his arms and turns, throwing the aerialist into the corner.

Vladimir rushes into the corner and receives a raised sole of a boot to the mouth, stopping him. Crazy Boy turns around and grabs the top rope, pulling himself up as he jumps onto the top turnbuckle. He turns to face Vladimir and steps off slowly onto his shoulders. Standing on top of Vladimir now, Crazy Boy waves to the audience with a small laugh. He then throws his legs back and drops down, bringing his thighs down now beside Vladimir's head and the front of his body dropping. He wraps his arms around the lower torso of his foe, the momentum of his body falling pulling Vladimir backwards. Crazy clings on for life as Vladimir is flipped backwards and over the top of him. The King's head is buried into the canvas with a devastating piledriver variant that leaves him laying on the mat, his arm twitching. The audience peaks up with a resounding chant throughout the stadium. Despite not knowing what they are saying, a grin forms across Crazy Boy's face.

JP: HOLY SHIT! Crazy Boy just nailed Vladimir with an amazing, devastating makeshift Canadian Destroyer!
Ray: OH NO!!! Don't hurt my Vlad! Crazy Boy just committed a crime almost as heinous as his fashion crimes.... almost.

TBCB CB

[crazyboy]

The Cheshire cat grin soon vanishes as Crazy Boy watches Vlad turn over to his knees, then using his hands gets back to his feet while clutching his ribs. Not believing what he witnesses after such a devastating move, Crazy Boy snarls like an enraged mastiff, leans forward and charges his combatant at full velocity. Crazy Boy's boots echoing the noise from his mad dash making him sound like a herd of startled bison which partially wakes Vlad from his dazed like state. Almost by instinct alone Vladimir grabs him by the waist, spins around then with all the strength and weight available he slams Crazy Boy down to the canvas back first with a THUD!. Arching his back as he squirms on the mat The Crazy One screams out in sheer physical torment as his spine feels like its been shattered as if it were a fragile glass mirror with a rock thrown at it.

" Vladamir there with a nice spine buster counter to what appeared to be a spear from Crazy Boy. "

" It was a nice counter Jimmy, but look at Vlad. It looked like it took its toll on his ribs as much as the goody two shoes back. "

" You have to expect that when you pull double duty with your matches Ray. The Rocker is no easy feat as we all seen. He might of been as rusty as an old barn nail, but he still showed that he was determine as ever. "

Back on his feet Vladimir takes a moment to recuperate while clasping his cramping ribs. Crazy Boy attempting to inhibit the pain from his lower spine inhales a deep breath then pushes off the mat with his right hand coming to rest on one knee. Not depriving a chance with his arch nemesis Vladimir hobbles over to him, positions one knee across the base of Crazy Boy's neck, who is leaning forward, then falls down. Crazy Boy is forced to eat canvas as his head is almost rammed through the ring. Vladamir ends up landing on Cb, his weight dropping on the upper back of his opponent, as well as his knee smashing into the back of the neck sending chills down the spine of everybody in the audience.

With Crazy Boy left twitching, Vladimir now feeling in command of the match raises himself portraying a daunting shadow on the canvas as he stands up. Glancing around at the flames imprisoning them, the King then pulls the foot of Crazy Boy and hauls him towards the searing fire. Feeling the heat, Crazy One attempting not to get burnt musters all the stamina he can, with a final struggle he is able to kick his ankle free. Vladimir disgruntled with the resolve of his counter part grumbles, then heaves his boot into the chest of Cb who makes a hissing sound as the air is kicked from his lungs. Using his impressive upper body strength Vlad grabs Cb by the throat, mutters something to him, then hoists him higher so he is completely off the mat in a double handed choke causing Cb to make a gagging type of noise as his feet flail freely.

" Crazy Boy is being taken to the proverbial woodshed! "

" Oh No... Don't start this again Jimmy. It's already bad enough having to need a pocket dictionary to decipher what these fans are cheering. I don't want to carry another one around just to decipher you as well. "

" My God... Vladimir just threw Crazy Boy half way across the ring with that move. "

" It looked like he was thrown out of a moving vehicle with that one Jimmy. "

Landing inelegantly on his stomach just inches away from the flames, Crazy Boy grasps his throat almost choking for oxygen as imprints of Vlad's hands are beginning to form. The King committed to turn his old rival into a roman candle denies him a chance to recharge and begins to pinpoint a series of ruthless boots into his ribs forcing Cb to hold his arms up and try guard his body. Just as another boot comes in trying to find its mark, Crazy One latches onto the ankle then out of no where kicks Vlad in the ribs making him bend over in pain, grabbing Vladimir's wrist and simultaneously yanking his arm down as he thrusts upward so his attackers body is draped face down over and above his shoulders. With short arduous exhalations he catapults Vladimir to the canvas following up with an elbow drop to the heavily bandaged ribs causing Vladimir to scream out cursive vocabularies that censorship will not permit me to say here.

Realizing he cannot end the match with a pin count let alone a submission, Crazy Boy growls to himself as he rises to his feet. Barely able to stand from the spasm in his lower back he peers over at Vladimir who is still laying in a fetal position, hands on his ribs mumbling away. Taking a deep breath of air that stings his lungs, Crazy Boy meanders over to the King, reaches down to try lift Vlad who was acting possum and gets slammed in the nose by a hard left punch. Vladimir follows up sweeping the legs from Cb who lands with a CRUNCH !. Showing no mercy, Vladimir with a surge of adrenalin quickly gets to his feet, grabs Cb by the arm, then hauls him up. At first, both begin to punch or kick trying to get the better of the other, Vlad clearly having more strength gets the advantage over Cb. Turning him around using his arm to put the Crazy One into a half nelson, Vladimir then uses his free arm to pull the same arm he is using for the half nelson and pulls it across his face locking his own hands behind his neck. Not enthralled with just applying the cobra clutch the King raises him by the neck and into the air as the spectators chant " ROAST HIM .. ROAST HIM " then with a leap backwards he lands into a sitting position forcing Crazy Boy's back into the canvas making him lay twitching and breathless.

" YES ! ... That was an astonishing move right there. I have no clue what it was exactly, but I do know Crazy Boy deserved it. "

" How uncompassionate Ray. That was a very barbarically maneuvered, Cobra clutch bomb. Once again Vladimir going to work on the back of Crazy Boy. He must know something we are unaware of. "

" What ever it is Jimmy, I am glad he is no longer getting his ribs pounded by that goody two shoes. "


Tbc Vladimir.

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir rises up to his feet as Crazy Boy lays on the mat still from the Cobra Clutch bomb. He aims himself carefully, watching Crazy's movements before jumping up and pulling his feet behind him. He slams a well placed knee across the side of his opponent's face, sandwiching it between himself and the canvas. Vlad gets up to his feet and decides to end this quickly while Crazy Boy is down. He takes off across the ring, hitting the ropes, his hair frizzing from the heat of the fire below. Vladimir drops down to the mat as he comes back to Crazy Boy, executing a baseball slide into the lower back of the former Deep Zero champion and rolling him towards the flames. His rolling stops a foot short though and Vlad gets back up, determined to end this match here and now. He backs up towards the ropes, not wanting to hit them again and experience the heat rising up. Vlad then takes off in a short sprint before dropping down and driving his feet forward once more. Crazy Boy kips up and Vladimir stops himself and crawls away rapidly, frantically escaping from plunging into the pyre.

JP: My God, that was close! Vladimir almost unintentionally threw himself into the fire!
Ray: Damn that goody goody! Couldn't he have stood still a bit longer!?
JP: He could have, but I don't think it would have been a wise choice on his part.

As Vladimir gets up to his feet, Crazy Boy meets him with a punch right into his forehead. He drives in a few more, but Vladimir distances himself by pushing Crazy back and away. Crazy Boy returns quickly however, planting a foot into the thigh of the King and using it to step up, rage and the reflection of fire in his eyes burning as he spins himself around. His boot connects with the side of his opponent's head and knocks him off balance and down to one knee with a thundering clap. Crazy Boy catches himself as he falls, helping himself to get up quickly and continue the fight. He takes to the air once more, extending his legs forcefully into the chest of Vlad and knocking him flat on his back. Vlad lays on the mat, the lights above spinning in his head as he gasps in deep gulps of air to replace that which was knocked out of him.

Crazy Boy is back on his feet in a matter of seconds and once more off of them as he turns his back to his opponent and throws himself backwards. He raises his arms up to his chest, protecting it from the impact of the moonsault and making it all that much worse for Vladimir. He rolls off after hitting and to his knees, part of the fans cheering him surprisingly. He gets caught up in the cheering a moment, confused a bit because of his recent actions and words. As his mind wonders why the fans are cheering him, he receives a wakeup call in the form of a quick shot to the throat. The Crazy one begins coughing and sputtering, making his way up meanwhile as Vladimir is to keep from giving too much of an advantage to the opposition. Vladimir throws a taunt to the crowd, balling up his fists and raising them into the air side by side, an old crowd pleaser from his SCW and ASWF days.

JP: Vladimir showing some quick thinking there. It doesn't seem like he has much strategy tonight, I think he's just trying to hurt Crazy Boy more than he hurts him!
Ray: Well, of COURSE he has a strategy! It's just a simple one: avoid the fire!
JP: Very true and in this type of a match, that's about the only thought you can afford.

Crazy Boy gets his hand from his throat, ready to continue the match as Vladimir taunts him on. The men focus their eyes on one another, the tension getting thicker. They temporarily forget about the fire, the arena, the fans, the world and fixate solely on beating an enemy and settling the score once and for all. Vladimir rushes in, throwing an extended arm for the collar bone of Crazy Boy, the arm being ducked and the men turning to face one another quickly. Crazy Boy takes an advantage in speed, drilling a punch into the jaw of the King. Vlad returns with one of his own, finding himself evaded once more and rocked backwards with a pair of sharp shots that snatch his attention. He decides to strike low, raising a knee up and aiming to drive the point into the gut of Crazy Boy and take away his speed advantage. Crazy grabs his leg though and straightens it out, watching Vlad hop around helplessly on one leg and then scooping his arm under and pulling him to the mat with a dragon whip.

JP: Vlad's in serious trouble here. Crazy Boy may lack a bit of the strength Vladimir has, but he more than makes up for it with his agility. If the King can't land a move, he can't wear his opponent down.
Ray: Nooooo...
JP: Oh, stop whining! Go paint your nails or something!

Crazy Boy is quickly up, his opponent struggling as he gets to all fours and begins to get up. Crazy runs in and draws his leg back before shooting forward with a swift kick that misses as Vlad quickly pushes up to knees and sweeps the legs out from under his opponent. He uses the alloted time to get up, dragging Crazy Boy up as well by his hair. Another failed punch flies over Crazy Boy and he pops a calculated right into the bridge of Vlad's nose. Vlad stumbles back towards the flames, the Crazy One watching closely and waiting for him to get too close. He rushes in to make sure the job gets done, running himself into a raised boot and doubling himself over. Vladimir wraps his arms tightly around CB's waist and pulls him up, stumbling forward to the middle of the ring and setting him back down, apparently not having the strength.

It becomes clear a moment later that Vladimir was repositioning his opponent, not struggling with him. He yanks up with all of his strength, flipping the Crazy one forward and tucking his head down. The lower back of CB goes over Vladimir's head and seats him on the back of his shoulders for a second. He sits only a moment though as Vladimir's hands let loose of his Crazy's waist and drop to his sides, wrapping around the calves of Crazy's legs. The King drops to the canvas back first suddenly, dropping his opponent face first into the mat. Crazy Boy lays there without so much as a grunt from the impact. The only motion of his body at the moment is the rise and fall of his chest, Vladimir's powerbomb turned gory bomb having taken it's toll. The unconsciousness last only moments though, Crazy Boy soon beginning to stir. Vladimir watches him, hanging his head and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, almost certain that he'd all but ended the match with that last maneuver.