KotDM-House Of Horrors: Oliveira vs. TPK

[Matt Oliveira]

From The Ashes continues as ring staff set up barbed wire along three sides of the ring, wrapping it thrice around the turnbuckle posts before carrying to another side. The fire jets from the Inferno match have been left up, and in turn the apron fabric has been completely removed to avoid accidents. The jets remain turned off, and the staff wheel down a large, dumpster-like container from the back. In it are various weaponry, from the most frequent to the most bizarre objects known to wrestling. Lizzie introduces the match as some officials leave, with a smaller team standing near the guardrails with fire extinguishers, just in-case it gets out of hand.

LM: "The next contest is for the King of the Deathmatch championship, and will be fought as a House of Horrors match! The only way to win, is to render your opponent unable to answer a ten-count, given by the referee."

"Matter of Time" begins to play, echoing in the smaller, acoustic arena. The anger-tempt guitar riffs fill the arena as Matt walks out onto the stage with a Thumbtack Chair in-hand. The master of macabre is garnished in a pair of blue denim knee-lengths, black boots with sock, black pads, taped fists and a black sleeveless Scarface Oliveira tee. He spreads his arms in a Crucifix, tilting his head upward and closing his eyes, taking in the pent-up emotion from his entrance music. His KotDM title lay one-or-two notches loose around his waist.

LM: "Your first participant, weighing in at two-hundred fifty-two pounds and standing in at six feet TWO inches. He is The Hardcore Genius and GHW King of Deathmatches, Matthew Oliveira!"

Of course, the fans from across-the-pond applaud Matt's appearence, happy to see additions to their experience for the night. Oliveira looks at the groupings, and shakes his head patronizingly. He takes a few steps back and retreats behind the curtain once more, leaving a slightly awkward impression as he ditches his entrance.

Ray: "Uhh, Jimmmmy...where'd he go?"
JP: "Well, Matt kinda did express his hatred for Japanese fans...and culture...and people...but you think he's taking it a little too seriously?"
Ray: "Hell, I'd think so...wait!"

Matt swipes away the curtain and leads down the narrow aisle lined with silver guardrails. Behind him is a cart, for laundry we can assume, yet inside it is the leftovers from the Shattered Dreams match a few weeks ago. The panes reflecting off of the arena lights, fans applauding even more. Matt wheels the cart to the ring, passing by a cameraman. He pauses, looking straight into the camera.

Matt: "Sure...these fans don't deserve it, but The Psycho Kid sure-as-hell does. Your dreams are just like the tubes, Kid, and I'll shatter 'em just as quickly and easily....but hey, don't worry, it's all in good sportsmanship."

Oliveira continues walking, a few more paces, and he's ringside. HellYeah keeps playing his anthem, as he unloads the panes from the cart. One after the other, all the remainants from two weeks ago, to a total of ten panes. He stacks them one on top of the other, and returns to the cart, removing two trash cans. In those are one filled with bulbs, and one filled with tubes. Those are rolled into the ring, can and all, and Oliveira again returns to the bin, a method to his madness. With two slowly lowered hands, he pulls out a light tube log cabin, roughly 3 feet square, and sitting 1 1/2 feet high. He sets it on the top of his head and lightly leans it against the barricade, making sure it will go unharmed and not broken for the wrong reasons. With that, Matt reaches into his personal arsenal for one more time, the last object, and lifts it out -a thumbtack chair. Oliveira lifts it lightly and clangs it off of the railing a few times, a cheesy little grin forming on his face from the sound. He walks along the ringside area, chair hanging from his arm, and climbs the steps. With a shallow step over the inactive fire jet, he enters the ring, finding himself encased in wire and glass. He stands there, belt at his waist, chair in-hand like many times before, and waits. Waiting emotionless and focused, knowing fully that this conflict tonight, on the other side of the world, will not end well for at least one of the two individuals.

TBCB The Psycho Kid

[TPK]

Matt waits mid ring for TPK as random jets of fire shoot up seeming to set up the general mood for this match, all of a sudden Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden begins to play as the Japanese crowd erupts in cheers, a few seconds pass and TPK slowly comes from behind the curtain wearing his silver tights with a black barbed wire pattern winding up both legs, hand wraps, a pair of black wrestling boots, a "Totally Not The Silver Psycho" shirt, and his signature face mask, TPK stands atop the ramp for a few moments before hitting his straight jacket taunt sending silver pyro criss crossing over head.

Lizzie: And Introducing the challenger, hailing from The Assylum, he stands six feet two inches tall and weighs in this evening at two hundred and forty-five pounds THE PSYCHO KIIIIIIIIIID!

Ray: Well Psycho rest in peace because this is "your" funeral...well if I have my way it will be, go Matt!

JP: Well normally i'd say The Psycho Kid has the advantage having made the match, but these are not normal circumstances, he is going toe to toe with one of the most brutal individuals around in Matthew Oliveira...it's going to be a good match but if history does indeed repeat it's self than Matt will walk away belt in hand.

The Psycho Kid walks slowly down the ramp taking the time to high five the spectators, Matt stands impatiently in the ring looking slightly annoyed at TPK's playing to the crowd, TPK stops at about halfway down the ramp and removes his mask before holding it high above his head getting a huge pop out of the crowd, TPK smiles and lowers the mask down placing it on the face of a fan, he than removes his shirt launching it into the crowd before walking the rest of the way down the ramp, he gets to the bottom of the ramp and waits a few moments as a fire jet is shooting up at the empty spot, as soon as the flame dies down TPK slides into the ring and walks up to Matt, the two men stand face to face a few steps apart neither man uttering a word, TPK finally breaks the cycle of silence by taking a step back and extending his hand to the Hardcore Genius.

JP: Not sure what is going through the mind of The Psycho Kid but he has some guts, Matt isn't known for being the nice guy, I somehow doubt we see him shake The Psycho Kid's hand here.

Ray: I tell you this much if he has any decency in him he will strike The Psycho Kid where he stands and not think twice about it.

TBC

[Matt Oliveira]

Matt's eyes flick to TPK's outstretched hand, having some oriental ponderings in if he, for once, should accept an opponents handshake. Matt takes an awkward step back, and crouches down for a second, scouting his hand over the trash can that lay beside him. Without taking his eyes off TPK, who's looking slightly confused right now, Matt withdraws a pair of light tubes from the cylinder and stands back up. The crowd still buzzing, Oliveira extends the light tubes and places one into TPK's hand, taking one as his own. TPK's brow raises, not exactly the response he wanted, but then again it's kind-of that professional version of a handshake...at least between two people who are a few fries short of a Happy Meal. Kid wraps his hand around the tube, and takes it from Matt, who cracks a small sideways grin to him. They begin to circle, light tube in-hand, TPK with light sidesteps and Matt with a more lower stooping strafe. Oliveira charges first, and swings it towards Kid's chest. TPK ducks and steps under the arm, pivots and drops low. He aims the tube for Oliveira's midsection, Matt basically jerking his body backwards like he was just speared. The tube catches air, and the Genius swings again, low. It cuts the air as it rushes towards TPK's lower legs. TPK hops, jumping over and using his agility to benefit the untraviolent swordfighting. The momentum causes Matt to overpivot, turning his back to his opponent and is met by Kid jumping and dropkicking the tube into his back. Oliveira is jolted forward, and into the wire, striking across his upper chest and sticking to his shirt. Kid rips the tube out of Matt's hand as he sticks to the wire, and breaks it over the back of his opponent's head, a groan coming from the champion as he pries himself from the wire.

JP: "Both men are quite evenly matched with weapon use, yet Oliveira can presumably be the more creative. However, when it comes to wrestling, TPK has that quickness factor that Matt can't posess. If TPK keeps Matt empty-handed for the majority of this match, it could result in a new King of Deathmatches."
Ray: "That's easy to say, JP, but it's so implausible of happening that TPK might as well give up now...if he knows what's good for him."

Kid drives a right hook across Matt's cheek bone as he turns back around, causing him to stagger back and prop a hand on the wire. The challenger grips Oliveira around the wrist and lurches back, whipping him across the ring. As he does, another woofing burst of fire erupts, sending a orange-yellow hue through the small Korakuen Hall. Matt is forced forward, and pivots, hardening in the shoulder and reversing the whip. TPK is launched across the ring in-turn and desperately kips up both feet to the second double-strand of wire. The flame erupts just as Kid hits the wire and springs off, twisting in mid-air and extending his arm. However, Matt catches him brutishly in the solarplexis, catching him in a spear and flattening him to the canvas. The crowd give a "woo"-ish response, had the wire broken, TPK would've been potentially roasted. Matt knees his way to his horizontal opponent, extending a leg over TPK's chest and grabbing his head by his left hand. Oliveira then clutches his right, and drives it into Kid's forehead. Another hit, Matt reels back, then another. He releases his opponent's hair and places his hand on the mat, lowering his right and laying his wrist across TPK's forehead once more, now grinding it over his face. He stands up, turning away from the challenger and walking across the ring. Matt picks up the trash can and sets it on it's bottom, also removing a few more. He turns around, TPK now on his hands and knees, causing him to frantically jog to his opponent and launch the tubes over Kid's bare back. With a shattering sound, a small white cloud of fluorescent vapour breaks free, floating up to the heavens of the Japanese venue. A few crimson streaks peek through the skin on Kid's back, his shoulders arching from the shot as he stands up defiantly.

JP: "C'mon, TPK! Let's go! It's your time!"

Despite the cheers from the broadcast team, Matt creaks his torso slightly and catches Kid by the shoulder and inner leg, slamming the challenger to the mat once more. Kid coughs, a combination of the dust and the blow to the back hurting him. He opens his eyes to see the shining lights of the hall, in which a shadowy figure steps into his view. The figure, Matt, lifts up a large object in his possession and turns it over, resulting an a barrage of light bulbs to be dumped over Kid's chest. Some of the bulbs crack from hitting one another, or burst from smacking onto the mat, but alas, a minority. Oliveira empties the can and lifts it up once more, whipping it down and driving it across the bulbs and TPK, causing many to break from the hit. The Genius reaches down, grabbing not-the-Silver-Psycho by the hair and slowly lifts him up. Kid rises and shards of glass fall from his body, crackling and a few groans from the crowd as lacerations have made their way to his front as well. Matt kicks him squarely in the gut, and hooks Kid's arms, moving over to where the bulbs lay. With a cry of "F*ck Japan", he tries to heave up TPK, only to have it reversed. Psycho crouches and lifts with his legs, Matt leaving the Matt and perched on his shoulders. He breaks his arms free and grabs the back of Oliveira's legs, taking a step back before launching Matt forwards and slamming him into the glass.

JP: "Asylum Slam! There ya go, TPK! Get this fight started!"
Ray: "...pssht...okay, yeah, impressive...but...psssht."

Oliveira lets out a broken scream, scrambling to get off of the shards. He does, seated, and is updated with a stiff kick to the side of the head, TPK staying on top of the battle. A flash of fire erupts again, staying in close reminder of both participants. TPK backs up and spots the chair out of the corner of his eye, reaching over and picking it up. He unfolds it and sits it in the middle of the ring, dragging Matt over to it by his knees. He smacks Oliveira's head off of the top of the chair, and presses it against the tack-covered seat. Then, with a step back, he hops up again and bends both his legs, driving his knees into the back of Matt's cranium thus into the chair. Oliveira yelps once more, lifting his face with a few tacks stuck in his cheek and brow, crawling away for cover, one hand desperately pulling out the tacks. Kid folds up the chair again and lifts it overhead, stepping closer to Matt before driving the signature weapon over his spine, the Genius flopping to the canvas again. TPK bends over and lifts up Matt's shirt, removing it and exposing the semi-tattooed, semi-scarred, semi-muscular body of Oliveira. He then places a boot on Matt's lower back, and drives the chair down again, this time thumbtacks driving into his skin and adding a nice accentric-yet-literal silver lining to the dark cloud of his opponent.

Ray: "Thinking first, hitting later? Does that sounda tad reserved for TPK, especially in his home match?"
JP: "Well, it's last man standing rules, so you'll see more back and head shots. As per wanting to hit bare flesh, well, that just adds to the fun..."
Ray: "Fun?!"
JP: "Have you seen EITHER of these guys say 'no' to a weapon? Heck no. So obviously they've got one of the most weirdest hobbies on the planet or they...well...I already said that one."
*Ray glares at JP*
JP: "Ohh No. We're not doing role-reversal this time around, I stare at you, got it?"
Ray: "You know you like to."
*JP is silent*

TBCB TPK

[TPK]

TPK lets up and walks quickly toward the opening in the ring, he hops down to the outside of the ring and makes his way to the large cache of weapons studying it thoroughly in an attempt to make the best weapon choice, his eyes grow wide as he looks at the pile and spots a flare gun, he grabs it quickly and steps back into the ring, he gets The Genius in his sights and waits for him to stand before lightly squeezing the trigger sending a flare streaming toward his opponent, Matt drops to his back at the last moment and the flare hits the ref who was standing behind Matt at the time.

JP: OH MY GOD! The Psycho Kid I guess looking for a little measure of revenge from the last time he and Matt fought, if you'll remember Matt did shoot him in the back with a flare gun, The Psycho Kid was looking to do the same and it was just not in the cards and the poor ref paid dearly for it.

Ray: See what did I tell you about The Psycho Kid Jimmy, I tried to tell you he is nothing but a big mean good for nothing bully, and that right there ought to dam well be proof enough!

TPK stands there in shock as he holds the gun up and tilts his head to look at it, he quickly drops it and rushes quickly over to check on the ref meanwhile Matt gets to his feet and rushes toward the empty spot in the ring, a jet of fire bursts up toward him but Matt in one quick act drops to his side and slides out of the ring narrowly avoiding becoming a crispy critter, Matt not wanting to waste any time reaches into the pile and grabs the first thing he can get his hand on which in this case happens to be a kendo stick wrapped in razor wire, Matt slides into the ring and twirls the stick around in his head as TPK is still trying to revive the ref, about the time the ref comes to Matt yells out to TPK who snaps to his feet and turns around only to see a mass of wood and wire come crashing downward into his face flooring him, Matt turns and looks to the ref and yells "Quite being a girl and get the fuck up already!" The ref slowly gets up as Matt chuckles at him and lines up for another shot on the now downed TPK, he hovers the stick teasingly over TPK's body moving it every once in awhile trying to get into his opponents head by making him guess just where he will get hit, Matt finally decides to drop his charade and bring the stick up before swiftly crashing it down into TPK's mid section making him fold up and then drop back down with a loud yelp.

JP: Matthew Oliveira is just, well relentless is the word I would use to describe him, I guarantee you if that had been him who took out the ref he wouldn't have given it a second thought, The Psycho Kid may have just handed Matt the match by doing so himself if you ask me.

Ray: The Psycho Kid handed Matt the match as soon as he came down to the ring, I mean does he seriously think he can beat anyone as skilled as The Hardcore Genius, Matt has everything over The Kid, he's better looking, smarter, and just plain better and "he" knows he's right.

Matt cracks a sadistic smile at the pain he is inflicting on his opponent, he turns to glance at the barbed wire ropes but returns his focus quickly back down to TPK before dropping his kendo stick, he bends down and gets a chunk of TPK's hair and begins to pull upward forcing his opponent to a stand, Matt keeps his iron grip on The Psycho's hair as he begins streaming obscenities into his face as he walks toward the ropes, Matt pulls slightly back on TPK's hair making him tilt his head back before shouting one last comment before slowly forcing his head down toward the top rope, TPK fights and fights trying to avoid being brought down into the metal barbs of the ropes, he struggles against Matt's wrath but is getting nowhere as Matt is getting closer and closer by the second, Matt finally gets TPK forehead first down onto the top rope and begins to yank TPK's hair back and forth sawing his face into the top rope causing the blood to begin trickling faster and faster from the head of The Psychotic Superstar.

Ray: My Matty Poo is just brutal, thats partly why he is THE King of the Deathmatch, he isn't above taking another man out in order to get what he wants, I condone that fully and it really works for him so why not right.

JP: Oh come on Ray, sure brutality is part of it but Matt sometimes takes his actions way too far and people get hurt badly, nobody wants that except obviously Matthew Oliveira!

Matt continues sawing his opponents head back and forth across the top rope but has to end his plans abruptly when a blast of fire shoots up and catches both men sending them to the ground. Matt and TPK both lay still for a few moments as the ref looks at both of them trying to figure out what to do next, he finally decides to start a ten count on both men but it is broken up as they both get up at around five, they back into one another and both men spin quickly around to face one another, Matt quickly snaps a hard right fist into TPK's temple shaking him up but not sending him down, TPK fires back with a hard left rocking Matt, the two men fire hard jabs back and forth for a few moments until Matt comes in with a big right cross leveling TPK, Matt steps inadvertently backward feeling a slight buzz from the adrenaline, he steps back toward TPK and lifts him to his feet Matt reaches out and rakes his nails downward across TPK's face making him spin slightly and step away from Matt, Matt not letting TPK get far grabs his shoulder and spins him around before locking in a front chancery and dropping to his back.

JP: Oh that cutter is just downright devastating, it has taken The Psycho Kid down but I highly doubt that at this point in the match it is going to take him out.

Ray: Mmm wow I don't know what it is but I find this whole situation very...VERY arousing, oh the things I could do with a man like Matt....*clears throat* umm yeah as you were saying good move, good move.

TBC

[Matt Oliveira]

Matt creaks up, sitting on the mat, blood smeared and glass strewn on the canvas. He heaves a breath, and begins to hear the referee's count...a sickly grin crossing his face once more. TPK lay face-down on the canvas from being flap-jacked from the cutter, cuts of various size and origin on his bare body of back, torso, and face. One...Two...Three calls the official, Matt turning his head as he sits, knowing he has a full six seconds more to stand up and potentially win the contest. However, as he scan the battleground, the sight of the dumpster catches his eye...if he were to go for the end now, all of those weapons would go to waste. I mean, we're in Japan, it's not like we can just bring the stuff home later on in a doggy bag. Hell, it was hard enough getting that damn thumbtack chair through customs...and a light tube doesn't count as carry-on... Oliveira stands up, the soreness beginning to feel, the cuts from glass over his body becoming oh so relivant. The referee has reached a seven, and TPK begins to stir, his eyes dart from the referee, to his opponent, and back. Cursing under his breath, Matt takes a step and grips the fallen Psycho Kid by the arm, heaving him up faster than under his own power. "Come on, ya bastard, you're lucky this time around." he speaks into Kid's ear as his challenger plants both feet on the ground.

Ray: "What the hell is Matty doing? Why would he even help TPK?"
JP: "Maybe just to get to you."
Ray: "You mean he's thinking about me...right...now?"
JP: "No! You fairy, No! Matt's done this before, sure, weird as hell, but he's done it before."
Ray: "I wish I did him before..."
JP: "Gah! Shut up..."

Matt grabs TPK by the ribs and shoulder and torques him over to the corner where the second glass can stands. With a shot to the waist, Kid doubles-over and Oliveira forces him head first into the light tubes. With that, he grabs the back of TPK's legs and pulls them over his head, making him stand upside-down in the light tube can. Oliveira heaves Kid closer to the corner, legs dangling, until they are JUST next to the wire. The Hardcore Genius takes a few strides back, fire flaring on one side of the ring as he does, until he stands on the opposite corner. Few of the fans begin to cheer, knowing what will come up next. Matt bolts towards his opponent, glass crunching and canvas springing underneath his feet. He grows closer and closer, side step, slllliiiiiide...

CRUNCH

The champion connects with an inverted Kick-The-Can, the clouding of light tubes bursting coming from inside the cylinder containing TPK. Oliveira drags his own body away from the corner as Kid falls onto his side, some glass spilling out from the can, his lower body showing signs of life. After a slight delay, the legs of TPK then hover onto their knees, a dented can still covering him, glass falling out as he crawls. The ultraviolent tortoise of Psycho Kid moves along, parallel to the barbed wire, which awe-strucks Matt, taken aback that the willpower behind the non-Silver Psycho is that strong and ruthless. He scrambles onto his feet yet again, and takes a step back, sizing up his opponent for another fatal aluminum kick. The Genius bursts forth for a second time, running across the ring, he hops up and charges his boot just as the container of TPK drops flat to the ground. This causes the champion to careen into the barbed wire, the top rope snapping and sending Matt flying out of the ring. Just as he soars over the apron, the fire bursts in-time to lick his left boot momentarily, missing his body by a fraction of a second. The Genius spills across the floor, unceremoniously smacking off the side of the dumpster and laying in a heap on the floor.

JP: "Sweet Jesus! We almost had ourselves a hardcore barbeque! Matt's down!"
Ray: "I TOLD YOU HE WAS HOT!"

Back in-ring, TPK raises the can from his body, revealing a powdered face with miniscule glass doritos in his hair. He shakes his head, squinting as the dust frees from his eyes, blood either cloooting or just beginning to flow from his head, neck, and shoulders. Some of the fans cheer, Kid shrugging for a second until discovering that his opponent is nowhere to be found. He groggily stands up, finding the heap of Oliveira being justly counted upon. Kid turns to the Japanese crowd, holding out his arms, palms up.

"Who wants to see that sonofabitch be put through a log cabin, huh?"
However, his interrogation bars no response as most sit clueless, not knowing English.
"Arrg...just say 'yeah!' "
"YEAH!" the crowd answer, making an even more strange spectacle...indeed.

TPK slides out of the ring over a dead fire, turning 180 and grabbing the light tube log cabin. He marches around the corner, heaving a quick boot into Matt, causing the ref to restart his count, and grips him by the long locks. With a strained groan, the Genius is pulled off of the ground to a crawl. TPK, cabin in one hand (over his shoulder) and Matt in the other, yanks up the champion. Oliveira abides, standing on his feet as he is dragged along the guardrails and around the ringside area. The two make their way over to the announcer's desk, Matt being tossed gut-first into the front. JP and Ray sit back in their chairs, startled, as TPK sets down the cabin and heaves a semi-conscious Matt onto the desk top. He turns around, away from the desk and crouches down, peering under the ring, dropping to his knees. Kid takes a knees forward and extends his hand, peeking up at the flames slighty until grabbing what he was fishing for. He stands up and pulls out the object, revealing to be a ten-foot ladder. It stands up on it's end, Kid hugging the bottom of it and spreading out it's legs. He sets it at one end of the commentary desk, and pivots around, lacing Matt's head with a right hand. He grabs the champion again and smashes his head off the desk for good measure, then lifting up the B-E-A-UTIFUL log cabin and placing it over Oliveira's torso. With one desperate and improvised look out into the fans, he staggers over to the far side of the ladder, and begins to climb. The referee, now standing outside of the ring, begins to count Matt, as the genre of fall from a 10-count.

JP: "Oh god, I don't like this, not one bit. We've got a genius laid out on our desk with a bunch of glass on him, a ref counting that genius out, and a favorable whackjob climbing a ten-foot ladder for reasons only WE'D know."
Ray: "All I know is, I gotta get out of here!"

Ray and Jimmy scramble away from their desk, as it being occupied by the match itself. Kid continues climbing, as the referee reaches five.

SIX!

Kid reaches the top, peeking over the top of the ladder to Oliveira below.

SEVEN!

TPK swings his legs over the peak, planting both feet on the inner step.

EIGHT!

He stands up, slowly back-tracking and stepping onto the very top of the ladder, Matt laying out eight-feet below him.

NINE

TPK is one second away from a title victory, or one second away from dropping what could be the biggest bomb on the Hardcore Genius. His eyes dart over the fans, waiting on the edge of their seats, and back down to his grunge opponent with stacked tubes covering him. Decision time is now...

TBCB TPK (I love cliffhangers)

(OOC: Sorry for being horribly late and bobbing in and out of activity. This week in general for my fed goal-setting and work ethic has been horrible.)

[TPK]

The Psycho decides to go for the jump, he bends his knees and leaps quickly off spreading his limbs out to his side aiming for the log cabin lying on The Genius's chest, TPK lands on Matt breaking the table below him and crushing the Cabin between the two men's bodies breaking the ref's count in the process causing a huge cheer to roar through the Japanese crowd almost shaking the entire building off of it's foundation.

JP: NO! I can not freaking believe what just happened here, The Psycho Kid isn't usually one to fly but when he does it is going to hurt, he took out himself and his opponent with that one move.

Ray: Yeah but more importantly he destroyed our commentating table! I told you he was no good *Bends down and smacks TPK in the back of the head knowing he probably wont be able to do much about it at this point* BAD PSYCHO BAD!

Psycho is laid out perfectly for a pin but being as the match can't end by pin the ref has no choice but to start making his count, it takes to seven before Psycho can make it to his feet, he sees the ref getting close to ten on mat and quickly throws his foot out barely touching The Genius breaking up the count, TPK staggers slowly toward the canister containing all the pretty weapons, he stops when he gets there and takes in a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain his energy, meanwhile the ref is still counting Matt out, he manages to make it to nine before Matt managed to get to his feet with the help off the ring apron, Matt stands still for a few moments and looks around for his opponent who he finally sees digging for a weapon, Matt thinking quickly reaches down and grabs one of the TV monitors and yanks it free of it's cable causing a slight spark in the process, he holds the monitor loosely down by his side as he makes his way slowly toward TPK who is now wielding a tonfa in each hand one of which is coated in bronze the other in silver, The Extreme Athlete and The Hardcore Genius slowly advance on one another each man looking to do damage, the excitement mounts as they grow nearer and nearer to one another neither man moving very fast at all due to the toll the match has already taken on them, they finally get within range and Matt is the first to ready his weapon bringing the monitor high above his head, Psychomania having a much lighter weapon raises the silver tonfa in his right hand into Matt's chest making him fall back and drop the monitor which narrowly avoids smashing into Matt's head.

JP: Nice job by The Psycho Kid making that nightstick an extension of his own arm, that should give him ample time to set up for something much worse later on.

Ray: Yeah yeah whatever, I wish I could say I was impressed but well I am not...I would say amused would be a much better way to describe my feelings, I am so amused at the fact The Psycho Kid actually believes he has a chance in this match...it's pathetic really.

Matt clutches his chest where the tonfa had hit as TPK holds the bronze Tonfa up and drops down aiming it down at Matt's chest, just as he was about to land Matt manages to shift his weight just enough to make TPK miss the vibration of the metal into the ground sending shock waves through TPK's bodies, Matt wastes little time in pulling himself to his feet via the guard railing, Matt stagers toward the monitor and once again picks it up, he spins back around and heaves it toward TPK causing it to smash into his ribs making him fold up into the fetal position and roll around clutching his ribs, Matt slumps against the railing for a moment but quickly regains his bearings as he hauls TPK to his feet and slides him into the ring, Matt starts to follow but just can't pass up the opportunity to get a new "toy" he makes it to the container and something catches his eye, he reaches down into the pile and fishes out an electric guitar, he holds it by the neck and slides under the bottom rope, he reaches down with his free hand and lifts TPK to his feet he holds the guitar up behind his head as a jet of fire licks up and catches the bottom of it making a slight fire, Matt however doesn't let this bother him as he brings it down into the top of The Psycho's skull denting the guitar making Matt drop it he than stomps out the fire not wanting to take a chance on setting the ring ablaze.

JP: Well JP how does it feel to know that you aren't the only flaming thing in the arena?

Ray: Oh hardy har har Jimmy, you know you want me admit it...I mean look at me, how could you look at this and think anything other than thats hot!

JP: Yeah keep talking like that and see if I don't set your ass on fire and make you truly "hot" and remember folks thats not a threat...thats a guarantee.

Matt steps away from TPK as the ref comes back into the ring and starts his count, TPK manages however to make it to his feet at eight causing Matt to shake his head annoyed at the persistence of The Psycho he then decides it's time to end things once and for all as he pulls TPK into him and cradles his head under his arm, he starts to drive The Psycho back but gets a hard fist to the ribs making him drop his opponent and double over, Psycho gets Matt laid over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, he goes to spin him into a stunner but gets an elbow into the skull, Matt rolls off of The Psycho's shoulders and spins him to face him, the two men now face to face begin throwing hard lefts and rights into one another turning the match into a boxing match, after a few moments of this both men go for a haymaker landing at the same time laying one another out prompting the ref to walk over and start his count.

JP: Boy I tell you what, I aint never seen two boys do so much damn whackin...like a couple of regular old spider monkeys.

Ray: Come on Matty Poo, get up for daddy Ray Ray! I don't want you to go down...not like that anyway!

TBC