Special Strife Showdown!

[Vladimir T. Strife]

((For most of you who realize this doesn't exactly belong here, trust me, there's a reason why, just wait!))

As the show begins, the fans are hyped up for tonight's card, many shouting chants of "G-H-W! G-H-W!!". A sound kicks up from the speakers, the noise barely audible in the backs of the arena.

"I know you're trying... to go home!"

With that, the curtain over the entrance is flung up, Vladimir Strife stepping out from behind it with a clipboard in his hand. He begins to make his way up the aisle, tagging the hands of fans as he passes them.

JP: "Vladimir? This early? This is... well, this isn't scheduled at all, Ray!"
Ray: "Mmm mmm mmm, I have to say, JP, I love a good surprise! Especially when it looks THAT good!"
JP: I guess... no matter how far we've come, some things just never change...

Vladimir slides into the ring, Lizzie handing him the microphone as he holds his hand out for it. They exchange a smile before Vlad looks to the crowd and then to the clipboard in hand.

"LAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... Konichiwa!! It's been a long time since I did this, but I have something in my hands that might seem a bit familiar.... a waiver. That's right, it's time for The Strife Showdown!!"

"Now, I know I swore off beating on the fans and such, but I figured that From The Ashes means a lot to me... and the Strife Showdown is still a part of my past... so, I figured 1 last time for goodness sakes!"

"And here's the rules, guys. It's your chance to step into the ring with a GHW star. All you have to do is raise those hands high, I'll pick 1 person at random... and you sign this waiver and we have us a good ole match! So, who feels brave tonight? Anyone? Who want to step toe to toe with Vladimir T. Strife?!"

Vladimir looks around the audience, a surprising lot of hands raised high. He rubs his chin as he looks, passing over a few with an uncertain face before his expression brightens.

"You! That's the one! Right there, in the black hoodie with the hood over their head! I can't tell at this point if they're young,old, rich, poor, woman or man, makes it perfect. I pick the grab bag, surprise me!"

The staff helps the person over the barricade and on their way to the ring, one muttering "Good luck".

TBCB They Know Who they are.

[therocker]

The Hooded Figure climbs over the baracade with surprising ease, and slides into the ring. He slowly walks up to Vlad, and grabs the clipboard, and signs it.

[glow=green,2,300]Vlad: And there we have it, the newest loser to Strife Showdown.[/glow]

JP: I don't think this is going to end..OWHH. And there Vlad goes, nailing his unknown chalenger with the clipboard.

Ray: This is boring, show some more pictures of those guys on my computer already.

Vlad continues his assult on his opponent, beating him with the clipboard and kicking him. Vlad suddenly rises up, and calls for his Kings Crown. As he moves in for the kill, the figure raises a quick right hand, followed by a swift DDT, flooring Vlad.

JP: What the hell! No one in the history of Strife Showdown has ever landed a punch, let alone a DDT on Vlad, some thing isnt right here.

Ray: Hello, this got interesting, Vlad's challenger is striping in the ring

In the middle of the ring, the opponent removes his hooded sweatshirt. A dirty, Motley Crue T-Shirt is found underneath it, and suddenly, the crowd goes wild with a mix of cheers and boos as they realize who it really is.

JP: MY GOD, ITS THE ROCKER. He's back. Ray, are you seeing this

Ray: Huh, o yeah, The Rocker's back. OO What I would love to do to him

OOC: Suprise

[Vladimir T. Strife]

The Rocker slides out of the ring and pulls up the apron, reaching below and grabbing a table, pulling it out. A few chairs follow until he finds exactly what he was looking for. The Rocker pulls out a roll of barbed wire and begins wrapping it around his arms, first the left, then the right. He produces a pair of wire cutters from his pocket to cut the wire, smiling as he looks at his extreme sleeves. He then picks up the chair and throws it into the ring, nearly smacking Vladimir as he is getting up. He flips the table and sets it up out at ringside, the match taking a turn for the hardcore quickly.

Rocker slides into the ring, throwing a punch into the forehead of Vladimir as the bell finally sounds. Vlad stumbles and Rocker takes a step back, following in with a forearm that tears into the flesh of Vlad's face and sends him down to the mat, covering his face in pain. The Rocker pulls him up by the hair, getting Vladimir to a sitting position and kneeling down as he wraps an arm around Vlad's neck. He holds him in place as he uses the other arm to run the barbs into Vlad's flesh more, blood running down the King's face.

JP: This is insane!! The Rocker is beating the hell out of Vladimir without so much as a word, when we haven't seen him in months!
Ray: He's so mean to my poor sexy man!
JP: Well, The Rocker never exactly did play well with others. For those who weren't with us through SCW, it was there that The Rocker and Vladimir feuded and built up this hatred for each other. The Rocker even went so far as to shatter Vladimir's knee with a sledgehammer, crippling the former champion for some time!

The Rocker eases up once the blood gets flowing well and pulls Vlad to his feet. He steps in to him as he slams a punch across Vlad's jaw, knocking him back against the ropes. Vlad lays in with his weight, springing forward off of the ropes and turning, bringing a calculated elbow to the mouth of his foe.

As The Rocker is dazed from the move, Vladimir runs perpendicular to him now, letting his feet leave the mat as he hits the ropes for some extra momentum. He runs in front of Rocker, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling it back as he makes his way around him. The Rocker's bicep is pulled against his chin and collarbone, stabbing him with barbs as a taste of his own medicine. Vladimir holds the wrist as he drops down behind Rocker, pulling him back and down to the mat. He pulls himself up quickly and backs into the corner, catching his breath as he watches Rocker.

TBCB Rocker

[therocker]

The Rocker loses his cool, and charges Vlad, who drops down with the top rope, allowing The Rocker's full momentum to take him down to the floor. Quick to capitalize, Vlad grabs his opponents head, and drives it into the barricade, right where the Rocker was seated just a few minutes before.

JP: I have no idea why The Rocker came back tonight, of all nights.

Vlad lifts The Rocker up, and drops him across the barracade. He begins to laugh as The Rocker struggles and streches, trying to catch his breath and ease his pain.

JP: I don' t think that The Rocker is going to last much longer in here folks, he looks rustier than Ray's equipment, if you know what I mean.

Ray: Excuse me, and what would you know about that

Vlad yanks the Rocker off the barricade, and shoves him back, preparing for a clothesline, but is beaten to it, as The Rocker slams a large, round object into Vlad's face

What the hell was that?

The camera backs up and zooms in on the object, and only one word is visible...KORE. The camera returns to the current match, and it reveals what the item was. The Rocker is leaning against the barricade, The SCW SolidKore Title raised high above his head

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir begins to get up, blood dripping off of his face as he grabs onto the Rocker's pants and uses them to start climbing up to his feet. The Rocker watches Vladimir as he struggles, the man that's normally considered a god in the ring looking like a beggar just outside of it. The Rocker holds onto the title with both hands, then brings it down onto Vlad's head sharply. Vlad lets go of him as he falls backwards, laying helplessly on the mats.

JP: This is just sickening. Vladimir is being beaten lifeless with his own title! The Rocker stole that from Vladimir a long time ago and he's rubbing it in as much as he can it seems.
Ray: Well, you know what they say: Takers keepers.

The Rocker pulls him to his feet once more, setting the title on the apron before slamming Vladimir's head next to it. He holds onto locks of Vladimir's hair and drags over the ringpost.

"Vladimir, this is the ringpost. Ringpost, this is Vladimir."

The Rocker jokingly introduces them before pulling Vladimir into the post, his face colliding with the steel. He wobbles on his feet as The Rocker holds onto him still, dragging him over to the table and setting him up on it. He climbs into the ring and through the ropes, looking back over at Vladimir with a grin as he takes to the turnbuckle, climbing up and looking down at his opponent, lining him up.

JP: The Rocker is going high risk!
Ray: Way to point that out, Luitenant obvious. I'm promoting you to Captain!

Ray laughs at his joke and JP whacks him across the back of the head with an open palm, never taking his eyes off of the action as he does.

The Rocker leaps from the turnbuckle, pulling his legs up and pointing his elbow down to Vlad as he crashes through the table. The King lays in front of the announce team now, having rolled out of harms way before the Rocker could hit him. He rolls onto his stomach and starts getting up, looking over to his opponent sprawled out in the wreckage.

[therocker]

JP: Holy Hell! For those of you just tuning in, The Rocker has just missed a flying elbow leap, and has smashed my table. His opponent Vladimir Strife has just rolled away, and seems to be getting something out from the ring

Vlad rummages under the ring, and comes out holding a bag. He takes this bag, and sets it in the corner of the ring, and moves over to The Rocker's limp body. He picks the Rocker up, and slides him under the bottom rope, and positions his head so it hangs over the floor. Vlad moves back-wards a few paces, and charges forward, bringing an elbow up and into the temple of his opponent.

JP:Get em Vlad. I still remember the beating that bastard tried to give me

Ray: Aww come on JP, a little beating can be a good thing

Vlad climbs onto the apron, and continues his assault on the still body of the Rocker. He steps back, and runs forward. Two steps before the Rocker's head, he jumps high into the air, landing a leg drop onto the throat of the Rocker, who rolls into the ring, clutching at his throat. Vladimir strolls back into the ring, a cold, calculated look on his face. He grabs that mysterious bag from the corner, and crouches low, holding it in his hands. Slowly, The Rocker gets to his feet, only to be bowled over again, by a sickening shot from the bag, and its contents.

JP: What a shot. I thought I heard some rattling in the ring, but I am sure that was The Rocker's brain cells. All 3 of them

The Rocker lays still on the mat, and Vlad walks around him, going to the center of the ring, where he tips out his bag. Out of it spill hundreds of ball bearings.

JP: Well folks, nice to see ya, last one out turn off the lights because this one is OVER. There isn't a person I know who can withstand being hit with ball bearings like that.

Ray: Awww, I want to play with Vlad's

JP: Don't you even THINK about finishing that.

Vlad now drags the Rocker over to the bearings, and spins him around, hooking his arms. The crowd begins to chant, each one knowing what is about to happen. Suddenly, The Rocker lifts his leg, catching Vlad off guard and in the groin. The Rocker quickly spins out of the Kings Crown, and goes for a DDT, but Vlad pushes him off and into the ropes. With a quick spring, the Rocker comes back and ducks his head...

JP:NOO, come on. A Thrill Kill. Even after all this time, it still seems to be as devastating as before.

The Rocker and Vlad fall away from the bearings, and as Vlad rolls away with pain, The Rocker tries to get up, but collapses back to one knee, blood dripping from his face, and onto the mat

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir rolls to the outside, trying to shake off the pain coursing through his body. As the Rocker pulls himself up and makes his way to Vlad, the King walks away, going to the steel steps and kicking them, loosening them from the ringpost. He picks them up and throws them into the ring, his opponent stepping out of the way to avoid being hit with them. Vladimir follows back in, being stomped by The Rocker as he does.

The Rocker pulls him up to his feet and steps behind him, signaling for a backdrop powerbomb, the Dream On. As he grabs ahold of Vladimir though, he catches the point of an elbow across his cheekbone, breaking his focus and hold. The undefeated maniac grabs onto Rocker and twists his leg around his, sweeping it out from under him as he yanks his upper body backwards. The Rocker and Vlad come crashing down on top of the ball bearings, both men yelling in pain from the Russian Leg Sweep.

JP: That just HAS to hurt! These men are going to have more bruises in the morning than an Irish housewife!
Ray: And people say I'M offensive! What the hell, JP? I'm telling Scotty Dreamer about that little comment..

The men fight through the pain, bringing themselves up to their feet, both already feeling banged up from this reignited rivalry. As they walk up to each other in the middle of the ring, they engage in a collar and elbow lockup, struggling for a power advantage. After a brief moment, Vladimir breaks the lockup and shoves Rocker back. The Rocker looks him in the face, then slaps him across the side of the mouth, turning Vladimir's head from the force. The Rocker steps in and ducks a clothesline from a now angry Vladimir, turning around him and grabbing onto his waist. He hoists Vlad into the air and drops with him to the canvas, driving both mens shoulders and back into the ball bearings once again.

JP: And yet ANOTHER slam onto those ball bearings!
Ray: Heh.. you said slam...
JP: Is nothing sacred to you?
Ray: ...Liza Minelli.

(Sorry it's short, kinda tired. I'll make up for it next post.))

[therocker]

The men writh in pain as the full force of their combined weight drives their bodies into the steel. After a few moments, the begin to get up. Vlad makes it to his feet first, and stumbles back against the rope, and pushes himself off of it, using the momentum to drive a full force punch into the face of The Rocker, who reels back.

JP: This is a crucial point in the match folks. If Vlad or The Rocker can muster up some momentum, this one will be over soon.

Vlad stumbles back over to The Rocker, and begins land punches, slowly, one after another. Finally, he gets tired of the game, and kicks The Rocker in the mid-section, doubling him over. Vlad calls for a piledriver, but The Rocker manages to struggle free. Vlad once again calls for a piledriver, this time, kicking The Rocker in the thigh before setting it up. Suddenly, The Rocker brings a swift elbow to the groin of Vlad, and folds the reconstructed knee of Strife under him, and lifts. He spins on the spot for a moment, and drops Vlad down, knee first, on the ball bearings. The Rocker tries to get up, but colapses.

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir pops up to his feet, holding his knee in pain and swearing. He paces about the ring, trying to shake off the pain that is throbbing from the scar tissue in his muscle from surgery. He stomps the mat, the pain alleviating a bit.

JP: That has to hurt, the Rocker and all of us know all too well that Vladimir has been plagued with knee injuries during most of his career.
Ray: Yeah, his knees have been his proverbial Achilles Tendon, but since his surgery it has seemed rather strong, which is expected from reconstruction. No matter what though, being slammed into ball bearings is going to fucking HURT!
JP: Wow, a decent commentary bit from Ray, tonight has TRULY been full of surprises!

Vladimir taps the Rocker's wrist as he tries to get up again, causing his hand to shake and the ball bearings to roll under his palm, the Rocker falling down yet again. He makes his way to the outside of the ring and begins to burrow under the ring, pulling out even more weapons into this match. He grabs the rest of the roll of barbed wire and throws it into the ring. As he reaches for something else, a glint of steel catches his eye. Vladimir begins to pull things out, slinging them to the side. He doesn't realize meanwhile that in the ring, his opponent has gotten back to his feet. Rocker heads to the outside and just as Vladimir almost has a hold on the object he wanted, the Rocker pulls him out from under the ring and throws a kick into his ribcage. He pulls Vladimir up to his feet, the King throwing a few punches and trying to fight him off. The Rocker hits him with a chop to the throat however and grabs Vladimir by the top of his shirt and the bottom of his pants. The fans quickly move out of the way, avoiding danger as the Rocker gets a running start with Vladimir and throws him over the barricade and out into the first few rows, scattering steel chairs as he slams into them.

JP: And that masterpiece folks is called human lawn dart. Vladimir chucked into the crowd like yesterday's trash.
Ray: Stupid Rocker... he's always been a bully..
JP: The same could be said of Vladimir. These 2 men are tough as nails and they stop at nothing to beat the living hell out of their opponents.

The Rocker reaches under the ring and sees what Vladimir had been going for, grabbing it for himself now. The Rocker pulls the object out from under the ring, a rattling being heard as it moves across the concrete. Steel link follows steel link follows more and more, Vladimir Strife's signature steel chain being revealed to an eager crowd. Many start cheering, having not seen the weapon in months thanks to Vladimir's calmer style as of late. The Rocker looks over the weapon a moment, the very weight and feel of it in his hands giving him a sense of power and devastation. He makes his way over the barricade, Vlad trying to pull himself up with use of the chairs and knocking a few over. The Rocker looks to the steel chain and then whips it overhead, swinging his arm forward and bringing the thick steel links across the side of Vlad's ribs. The King screams out loudly in pain and falls from the chairs, clutching his rib cage and kicking his feet, feeling like every organ in his body was just collapsed.

JP: The Rocker might have just broken Vlad's damn ribs! At the very least, he just bruised them! That steel chain is just about as barbaric as it comes. It won't draw blood, it won't slash you open, it just breaks. Blunt trauma straight to the human body.

The Rocker smiles slightly, taking pleasure in the screams of an opponent that started his legacy off feuding with him. The Rocker was determined to do what no other man had and it looked good for the taking. Not yet though, not until Strife was broken, destroyed, until he learned a lesson in hardcore. The Rocker swings the massive chain again, aiming for Vladimir's ribcage again in a blow that might very well bring the bout to a close. As the chain comes down, Vladimir grabs a chair that had been knocked down and uses it as a shield, the seat denting in from the force of the blow and leaving a crater like bowl in it's surface. Vladimir throws the chair up and connects with The Rocker's face, it glancing off with a crack and leaving him dazed. Vlad slams a heel into the bottom of the Rocker's shin and kicks the back of his knee, sending him falling forward and down onto another chair. The Rocker's head bounces from the chair and he falls next to it, the gash on his forehead releasing fresh blood.

TBCB Rocker

[therocker]

Vlad falls backwards into the barrier, and stops to rest, gasping for air. Never had he expected his surprise opponent to last this long, let alone be one of his biggest rivals. A few moments pass, and Vlad begins to crawl back over the barrier, steel chain in hand.

JP: Good move by Mr. Strife here. While your opponent is down, regain stamina, try and rest, and if that mean putting some distance between you, go it.

Ray: Speaking of good moves, look at Vlad's ass. And to make it better, he may be gaining distance on The Rocker, but he is getting even closer to me

The Rocker begins to stir, and shakes his head, trying to disperse the little white lights popping in front of his head. A few moments pass, and he begins trying to climb to his feet. He looks around, trying to find Vlad in the crowd, having a difficult time from the fresh blood flowing in his eyes.

JP: The Rocker looks a little confused, and no doubt why. That shot busted him up again, but by know the Rocker has been busted open more time than a crack house next to a police station. Wait whats going on here???

Vladimir begins to climb up the announcers table, dragging that steel chain with him, and while he is doing this, Ray has a fistful of $10 bills in his hand.

Ray: Alright, I know this is going to be an expensive dance, but DAMN IT. You are worth it.

JP shakes his head as he watches Vlad slowly stand up on the table, wrapping the chain across both of his hands, his eyes focused on the completely open Rocker. The Rocker turns to the announcer table, and as he does, Vlad takes a flying leap, stretching out the portion of steel links between his hands. They collide with The Rocker's throat, snapping his head back with force.

JP: What a move! Vladimir just used that chain to deliver a flying clothesline to The Rocker. Unfortunately for Vlad, it seems to have come at a cost. It looks like his knee hit one of the chairs in the crowd as he was coming down.

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir comes up swearing, kicking a few chairs in anger from the pain in his knee. The Rocker appears to be even worse off however, holding his throat and coughing as he gets to his feet. As Vlad is bent over, swearing his knee, the Rocker comes up from behind and grabs ahold of his head in a side headlock. He throws his weight forward, slamming Vlad's face onto a steel chair, both men falling to the concrete floor. The Rocker rolls him over and sits on his chest, keeping down his arms as he does. Vlad's face is wide open and the Rocker begins to work it over with punch after punch, spilling more and more blood with each shot.

JP: Oh, come on! Vlad is defenseless! This isn't right!

Vladimir arches himself up, pulling his arms from his body to fling the Rocker forward and off of him. The men get to their feet, Vlad leaving the steel chain on the floor and both guys eyeing it. They begin to duke it out, fighting over the weaponry but enjoying every bit of the pure brawling. Vlad grabs the Rocker by the wrist, deviating from the punching and whips him into the barricade, getting him away from the chain. He quickly picks up the weapon for himself and rushes at the Rocker with it, swinging the medieval item as if trying to take the Rocker's head off of his shoulders.

The Rocker ducks the chain though and uses Vlad's momentum against him, flipping him up and over the barricade. Vlad hits the mats hard, his boots clanging against the steel steps. The Rocker turns and looks down at him, then takes a move by grabbing the barricade and jumping over, coming down on Vlad with a leg drop across the throat.

JP: How much longer can these 2 go? They've been battling for over 20 minutes now! Not wrestling or fighting, straight forward battling, just trying to destroy one another!
Ray: I honestly believe and hope that they can go all night, Jimmy!

[therocker]

The Rocker rolls of Vladimir, gasping for breath. He slowly gets to his feet, using the apron for support, meanwhile, Vladimir has stopped flailing around, and begins struggling to his feet as well, weighed down by the chain.

Ray: You know Jimmy, I think the Rocker is being really selfish over there.
JP: Oh, how so?
Ray: Well, not only is he ruining Vladimir's good looks for me, but he is also hogging him. I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't give to get rough with Vlad for even 5 minutes, if you know what I mean.
JP: That is enough out of you

The Rocker stumbles over to Vladimir, who begins to throw punch after punch into the midsection of The Rocker. He then pushes him back, and swings the heavy chain at his opponent's head. The Rocker raises his left arm up to defend the blow, meanwhile driving the barbs on The Rocker's arm deep into himself. Vlad tries to yank back the chain, but The Rocker holds on, and yanks back, catching Vladimir off guard and dragging him on to his stomach.

JP: What is this, is The Rocker trying to out power Vlad? Fat Chance, Rocker hasn't been training, unless you include donut curls

The Rocker moves in quickly on Vlad, wrapping a section of chain across his neck, and securing it in place with the hook at the end of the chain. Vlad struggles, but The Rocker yanks on the chain, which causes severe damage to the throat of his opponent.

JP: Strategy, is this what this is.

The Rocker pulls the chain, placing pressure on the throat of Vladimir, and begins to walk to his opponent's feet. He grabs Vlad's good knee, and tucks it back, under his injured one, and secures both of them in place with the chain, literally "locking in" a bow and arrow submission.

JP: HOLY S***!!! The Rocker has just used that chain to secure Vladimir in a Bow and Arrow Submission. What I don't get is why, from here, there looks to be no pressure applied to the chain

As if to answer JP's thoughts, The Rocker then grabs a section of chain in both hands, and jerks it up, beginning to put a small amount of pressure on Vladimir's body. Slowly, he begins to lift, causing Vladimir's own body weight to cause the pressure. Vladimir struggles, and tries to break loose, screaming in pain

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir slides his hands behind him, struggling in the seemingly unbreakable hold. He watches the blood dripping off of the bridge of his nose, falling to the mat and adding to the crimson puddle that already lays before him. His body screams for him to give up, knowing that much more of the hold and he won't be good for much of anything besides warming a hospital bed. He grabs ahold of his foot and pulls it down, adding more pressure to the makeshift submission but freeing himself enough for the chain to slip free. Vlad collapses to the mat, now free and lays there for the moment, breathing heavily into a pool of his own blood and sending ripples across the top of it, the up close sight almost mesmeric. The Rocker begins to lay into his lower back with harsh stomps, working over the focal point of the stress from the bow and arrow.

JP: The Rocker is now working on Vlad's back, he's taking his down piece by piece it seems.
Ray: Lucky man, what I wouldn't give to have Vlad prone and make his back hurt!
JP: Oh, shut up! I need to talk to Hyper about my insurance, see if it covers therapy.

Vladimir crawls towards the edge of the ring, his face contorting in pain with every stomp to his back. He grabs the bottom rope and uses it to pull himself out of the ring and away from the carnage for a moment. Rocker climbs out onto the apron and leaps off, bringing his arms together and slamming them down across the back of Vladimir, knocking him into the announcer's table. The Rocker follows, throwing punches at Vladimir as he stumbles away, walking around the ring to try to avoid his opponent. Following a punch to the head, Vladimir drops to the ground, the Rocker laughing at how easy the fight is becoming. He stomps on Vlad and then grabs him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet, the King crouched over as he's being forced to a standing position. Vlad suddenly raises up, brushing the Rocker's hands off and revealing the Solid Kore Championship in his hands. He lets it fly, slamming the gold face plate against the Rocker's crown and plowing him down.

JP: The title! Vladimir must have grabbed it when he fell!
Ray: Yes! Good Night, Rocker!

Vladimir raises the title high and screams out loudly, enticing the crowd as they cheer loudly. He backs away from the Rocker and sets the title on the apron, watching his opponent as he gets back to his feet slowly. Vladimir rushes forward and jumps up, planting a foot on the apron of the ring before jumping off and thrusting his legs forward, aimed for the face of his foe. The Rocker quickly dodges the dropkick, stepping backwards and allowing Vladimir to fall to the floor with a sick thud. The Rocker acts quickly, grabbing Vladimir's injured leg at his side and flipping him over into a half Boston crab, cranking up the pressure on his knee. Vladimir's head pops up, pushing off the ground with his hands and screaming in pain.