Salem's Lot: Kryptops vs. Krylon

[kryptops]

After a nice display of fireworks, and exciting promo's hyping up the crowd the feed cuts to show inside of the jam-packed arena. The fans are all cheering as the camera sweeps by them, until settling in the center of the ring. Inside, Charlie stands, an apathetic smirk upon his face.

"The following contest, is a Salem's Lot match. The rules are as followed. Once both Fighty fighty persons have entered the ring, the Hell in a Cell above me will lower, sealing both Fighty fighty persons in. The only way to win is by last man standing rules!"

"Y'ALL WANNA SINGLE SAY FUCK THAT!"

Kryptops comes bursting form backstage. He's wearing black combat boots, black pants, a green and black mask and white tape on his hands. He smacks hands with fans and enters the ring, starring up at the cage with cold, unblinking eyes before shifting his gaze to the entrance way.

TBC:

[Krylon]

Kryptops stands in the middle of the Salem’s Lot waiting for the Hound of Hell to arrive for only his second match ever in GHW. The Etihad Stadium darkens as lights go off and then purple lighting and smoke spreads within the Manchester arena. Two loud bells are heard in the arena as lightning strikes the turnbuckles with each of the bell. “For whom the Bell Tolls” from Metallica blasts it’s way through the speaker-woofer system of the arena with the titantron starting with a “Death Squad” logo indicating that Kryptops’s opponent is about to make his way to the ring. A chorus of boos is heard from most of the fans but within the core of the Manchester fans, there are loud Death Squad faithful as always who stand up on their feet to a respectful ovation for the six feet ten monster just taking his first ever steps towards the squared circle after a few years.


“And his opponent, he is from the Mountains of Hell. Six feet ten, weighing in over two-ninety pounds, representing the Death Squad, he is the man they call the *Hound of Hell*, Krryyyyyloooon!”

A spotlight flashes through the darkened arena on a tall dark figure standing just before the ramp with his eyes closed wearing a long black cape over a red sweatshirt and tights with black gloves covering his big hands and a Dragon tattooed across both of his enormously muscled arms and biceps. A red shirt hidden under the long cape confuses many as it is not a part of Krylon’s usual attire. The man’s long hair covers his face curling towards his neck. Slowly, he pulls his hair and opens up his eyes. Krylon keeps standing there with the same expressionless face which was witnessed last time around at Friday Night Combat, the expressionless face which sends such an impression that combining it with the smoke; it was sending chills through the spine of the fans in the Etihad Stadium. Some of the kids did not want to see the man and had their eyes closed whereas some of the adults were awaiting his next step and some Death Squad faithful roared for Krylon.


“I saw him against Hayden the other night and I have to say, the guy is freaky. He’s not just scary, he’s terrifying, no Matt?

“Actions aside, I am a big fan of Krylon since the time he stepped into the Abbadon’s Pit with me, have always respected his wrestling abilities. ”

“But is he enough to beat Kryptops in his own special match?”.


The “Victory Road” pyro begins as Krylon walks towards the ring very slowly. With every step Krylon takes, fireworks shoot from each side of the ramp; once from the left, and once from the right simultaneously. The fireworks follow Krylon’s path as he slowly reaches the ring covered with the Hell in a cell like cage. Krylon very slowly walks around the cage and keeps walking. As soon as the theme music reaches its vocals, Krylon slowly walks towards the steel door, opens it up and takes his first step towards the ring surrounded in the dangerous cell with Kryptops waiting.


“Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On they fight, for the right, yes but who's to say?
For a hill men would kill It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from this pain that they surely know”

Krylon enters the cage and takes another stroll around the ring while staring Kryptops from the outside and then slowly enters the ring. The crowd looks on as Krylon gives a cheeky smile to the Manchester fans and takes off his long-coat only to reveal a red Arsenal FC sweatshirt with “DS” written on both sides of his tights which clearly refer to “Death Squad”. The six feet ten monster opens his eyes and glares at the fans with an evil look. The Manchester fans come up with a huge chorus of boos for Krylon who is going to wrestle with an Arsenal shirt on in Manchester. Some sections of the fans who are here from London emerge with a huge pop as Krylon points at the Arsenal logo on his shirt and looks around at the fans only to extract their wrath.

“What the fuck is he thinking wearing an Arsenal shirt in Manchester. The crowd will eat him alive.”


“Takes some guts. Hey Big Al which team do you support?”

"Ugh. Stoke City."

”WHAAAT?! Are you on drugs AL?”

“For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls”

Krylon stands toe to toe with Kryptops in what they call the “Salem’s Lot” wearing an Arsenal sweatshirt as the crowd still boo him and more fans begin to switch to Kryptops’s side.

”Well it looks like Krylon intended to piss of the Manchester fans.”

TBC.

[kryptops]

As jeers begin to fill the arena to the point where it might just explode like a overfilled water balloon, Krylon removes his sweater. No, not to get over with the fans, but so he can adequately perform. He knows deep down, that his size difference isn’t going to be the difference maker this time, he knows full well Kryptops, just like his trainer is a small, resourceful and strong fighter who will stop at nothing to win. Hell’s Hound balls the red shirt up in his frying-pan like hands and chucks it over the top rope where it hits th steal mesh and then drops to the concrete floor below. Finally, before the fight was ready to break out prematurely, the ring official steps in between the two warriors and sends them to their designated corners.

“DING-DING-DING!”

While still in control of the match, the ring official rings the bell and flees; like a water bug when the lights are turned on. The last thing he wants is to be in the way when these two rivals are going at it.

“Here we go!”
“I would not like to be in Kryptops shoes tonight!”
“What do you mean? He‘s not an idiot he wouldn‘t have accepted Krylon‘s challenge if he didn‘t think he could beat him!”

The two titan’s meet in the center of the ring, Krylon stands tall, his arms by his side in a very relaxed stance. Kryptops on the other hand, has his fist clenched into tight balls in front of his face. Without any intimation, KtB shots a punch for his adversary’s jaw but it stopped by Krylon who intercepts the strike, wrapping his large fingers around the fist of Kryptops and squeezing with all his might. Krylon cracks a slight grin, his upper lip curling towards the ceiling as he begins to apply more and more force, which result in screams from the Best that correspondingly get louder and louder. Finally, with his right hand, the monstrous Death Squad representative thrusts his right fist into the New Butcher’s chest cavity and watches as he flies all the way against the ropes before collapsing in a heap on the canvas. The fans jeer wildly as the watch Krylon slowly saunter to Krylon’s writhing body. Like a roach trying to escape from a light, Kryptops evades further damage by rolling under the rope.

“A wise escape on Kryptops‘ behalf.”
“Wise? What a cowardice move. I see this match being nothing but cat and mouse.”
“You‘re wrong already, look!”

What Jimmy tell Ray to look at is how Kryptops has reached under the bottom rope and has his hands clutched on Krylon’s ankles. With one hard tug, it’s like a carpet has just been yanked from under Big K’s feet and he lands solidly on his back, before KtB pulls even harder and pull him outsite, between the cage and the ring. Exploiting his speed, Kryptops begins hammering down sharp, swift elbows until Krylon is pressed agains the cage wall. Kryptops immediately uses the cage as a weapon by pulling on his adversary’s long, sweat drenched, black locks then slamming the back of his head roughly against the steel cage door. The entire structures rattles from the impact, along with the Death Squad member’s brain inside his skull. Kryptops now pulls again on Krylon’s locks, attempting to slam it into the steel mesh one more time but Hell’s Hound has other plans. Before his head can be battered again, Krylon brings a knee straight up into Kryptops’ sternum hunkering him over. The DS Original clutches the masked head of the Lords of Salem leader then chucks his whole body into the cage wall with one thrust. Kryptops’ body slides down the steel mesh, before hitting the concrete floor with his eyes sealed shut. A smirk is etched in Krylon’s mug and he points down to Kryptops’ body whilst ordering the ref to start the early count.

OOC: yeah, this was very rushed...

[Krylon]

The Hound of hell watches down on Kryptops as the match official starts his count, the referee reaches to five in his count but Krylon shakes his head, grabs Kryptops by his head and lifts him up indicating that Krylon is not done yet and has just started. Krylon from under the ropes puts Kryptops back into the ring and as Kryptops still tries to recover, The Demon of the Death Squad climbs the turnbuckle ready for a high risk move. Kryptops slowly tries to find his way back to his feet as Krylon sets himself up for his trademark flying clothesline. Krylon opens up his body and jumps in mid air from the elevated position in order to hit Kryptops with a flying clothesline but just as Krylon comes inches near to Kryptops, out of nowhere the extreme hardcore superstar uses the momentum of Krylon, lifts his right leg up and smashes The Death Squad Faithfull’s face with a huge bigboot which knocks Krylon out as the crowd pop.

“Oh! What a Big Boot by Kryptops! That must have knocked Krylon out!”

“Krylon took a risk and it didn’t pay off”

“The momentum of Krylon from where he jumped off and the size of Kryptops really added to the damage from that Big Boot.”


The referee is about to start the count but Kryptops signals the referee not to count and then the masked man stands over the Hound of Hell who is lying on the mat face up and Kryptops suddenly grasps the right leg of Krylon and then Kryptops applies a spinning toe hold and grasps the other leg of Krylon, crossing them into a "four" as he does so and falls to the mat, applying pressure to the Krylon crossed legs with his own as Krylon screams in pain due to the perfectly executed figure four leg lock by Kryptops. Gnarfflinger the Butcher’s trainee increases the pressure on Krylon’s legs as Krylon desperately tries to reach the ropes.


“Kryptops has the advantage now and has locked him up in the Figure four leg lock!”

“That big boot and now the figure four will really knock off Krylon’s momentum here but doesn’t the masked idiot Kryptops realize that there are no submissions in this match?”

“Krylon too is trying to reach for the ropes and probably due to the pressure and pain; he does not realize that there are no rope-breaks in this match”

Krylon when nearing the ropes using all his power is reminded by the referee that there are no rope breaks in this match however The Hound of Hell with enough strength and willpower, flips himself and in turn also flipping Kryptops over onto his belly, which reverses the pressure to Kryptops who initially had the hold locked in. Krylon, who is known for his technical background despite his huge size, successfully reverses the submission and in turn also grabs the ropes in order to apply more pain and pressure to Kryptops as the masked man tries his best to break off the hold. Krylon after a while lets go of the submission as Kryptops lies down on the floor in pain. Krylon lifts Kryptops up and irish whips him towards the rope, as Kryptops bounces off the ropes, he regains his senses and but Kryptops with his momentum jumps up and kicks the Hound of Hell with the soles of both his feet, this sees Kryptops twist as they jump so that when the feet connect with Krylon one foot is raised higher that the other delivering a running dropkick to Krylon but despite the dropkick Krylon gets pushed back onto the ropes and manages to stay on his feet. Krylon takes support from the ropes while holding his face. Kryptops charges at Krylon with all his momentum but The Death Squad Monster bends forward and crouches in front of Kryptops and grabs hold of him and later stands up, lifting Kryptops up and over and dropping him behind the back to the canvas over the ropes as Kryptops legs smash onto the cage and his body onto the canvas. The crowd looks shocked and a chorus of boos are heard as Krylon tells the referee to start count.

“What a back body drop that was by Krylon!”

“The match is very much end to end and the referee has started his count!”

“The legs of Kryptops got smashed onto the cage and his back onto the canvas, will Kryptops be able to get up now?”


The referee reaches till six in his count but Kryptops using the ropes manages to get back on his feet only to find the Hound of hell Krylon bouncing off the opposite ropes and turborushing towards the other side of the ropes leaping through them face first in an attempt to perform a Suicide Dive but the awareness of Kryptops helps him evade Krylon and hold his head and use the momentum to smash him face first to the cage. Krylon kisses the cage and a slight blood is seen tripping from Krylon’s forehead as he holds his head and lies down on the floor.

“Krylon is busted open here!”

“Another risky high maneuver move unsuccessful for Krylon”

“Wait a minute! Kryptops is not done yet, this is bad, and he’s going for a piledriver to Krylon on the canvas!”

The masked man Kryptops lifts Krylon, looks at the fans as the crowd in Manchester pops. Kryptops grabs his monstrous opponent, turns him upside-down, and drops into a sitting or kneeling position, and later Kryptops drives the opponent head first onto the canvas outside performing a very effective Piledriver to Krylon’s already busted open head. Kryptops indicates the referee to the start the count as Krylon seems to be completely knocked out on the canvas. There are a few “Krylon” chants heard in the Manchester arena probably from the rare set of Death Squad faithful spread within the Etihad stadium.

“This is definitely over! He’s not getting up from that! Krylon is still rusty!”

“The referee has reached five already! Krylon doesn’t look like moving and Kryptops is catching his breath here!”

“You can never be so sure. This Hound from Hell is a tough nut to crack. I don’t think he’ll go down so easily, The Krylon I faced wouldn’t go down from such moves, let’s see if he still has it”


TBC. (Sorry for the delay, read the above post)