Post by Dustin Delta on Dec 19, 2012 21:10:00 GMT -5
The ambiance in the GHW Arena is cryptically surreal as these two men stand in their corners, staring each other down for what is only the first time in history. The fans must commend the bookers among the Glory and Honor brass. If there was at all a suitable opponent for Vladimir tonight, it would have to be Joshua Vandiver - formerly Dustin Delta. The man who, while holding his King of the Deathmatch Championship, would always ominously allude to the omnipresence of "Vladimir", like a noose just lingering about his neck, the rope waiting with suspense to be tightened. Two-hundred and fifty six days Vladimir held the King of the Deathmatch strap, but in the eyes of Vandiver and his supporters, two-hundred and fifty seven is just a tad better. The Impaler almost chuckles, scoffing towards his opponent. Even though Joshua has a good two inches on his foe - who is much heavier and much more experienced - The Hardcore King's calculating mind reads him as just another Bambi to slaughter in the ring. Joshua's purposefully locked focus towards the veteran seems disheartened as the enthused audience begins to clap their hands and chant.
"Undefeated!"
The word echoes and reverberates as it's followed by a succession of five slaps. They reference the famous monstrosity that was Vladimir Tepes Strife's unbroken record. The Czar of Scars survived for an unprecedented period of time, winning match after match, until he was shockingly outdone and defeated by another seemingly legendary man, Desperado. The lore behind this King Amongst Men was more than just cautionary tale, and Joshua Vandiver embraced the bravery needed to experience it first-hand. Finally, the arbiter signals towards ringside and the bell is rung thrice, and the two men who pride themselves in hardcore prowess take their steps towards the center of the squared circle. The Floridian seems to attempt a verbal exchange with him, but the Romanian's lips do not become undone. Unsatisfied, Vandiver extends his right hand towards the Behemoth, seeking an honorable handshake to begin the bout. Strife's eyes slowly glide towards the offered hand, and hang there for a moment. Not a sound is made, nor a strike thrown by either competitor, and the capacity crowd remains just as tranquil as they eagerly await the next movement by the European myth who is Vladimir Strife. His cold pupils return to the face of his enemy, and without a word and certainly without a handshake, the Hardcore King assaults Vandiver with a stiff elbow to the temple. Joshua staggers back a step, but he is still within an arm's length of Vladimir, who reaches and captures the former Television Champion in a side headlock. As the Valhalla native writhes and squirms in an attempt to break free, the Legend drives the cap of his knee into the gut of Vandiver, the force of the strike actually causing Joshua to hop off of the mat. The chants of "undefeated" from the audience gradually reappear, fading in as Strife wretches and maintains the side headlock. Resisting, the smaller Joshua Vandiver spreads his feet, creating a balanced base as he tries to defend himself from the dangerous man who he's stepped into the ring with. Proceeding, the rookie (in juxtaposition) straightens his spine and slowly inches upward from his doubled-over position, weakening the grip which Strife has around the neck and head of Joshua. The former 257-day King of the Deathmatch slides his left arm around the side of the Bambi Killer, and twists at his hips so that his body is perpendicular to his opponent. The left hand comes to the neck of Vandiver, and he swiftly extends the hand and crosses through, connecting with the Behemoth's chest with a Ridge-Hand Chop, enough to loosen the headlock which Strife had in place and allowing Joshua to escape for the moment. The expression across the visage of Vladimir reads as startled, and his head slowly tilts rightward with widened eyes, quickly locating and gazing intently toward Joshua Vandiver, who awkwardly stands, breathing slow and nervously. The Hardcore King smirks and mimics a small applause toward his foe, as if his escape was some small victory. Perhaps foreshadowing that Vandiver may not be so lucky again. Joshua smiles at this, warming up a bit to the oddly enthusiastic Iceman across from him. The Floridian raises both arms, as if holding an invisible bow and arrow. For a moment, he aims down the head of the Behemoth, and then opens his back hand as if letting the arrow sail through the air, and at this point, both superstars approach one another and enter a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up and the first of many struggles for control of this bout.
"This match is simply the kickstarter for tonight's pay-per-view event, but I'm already beginning to feel the chills in my spine! There's something about this match-up, Colin. As if it were a long time coming. I'm not sure what to call this sensation, but I can tell you already that whatever we're about to see here may be one of the best battles tonight!"
"I have to say, Al, it was a stroke of genius on the part of Dow Jones to make this match an 'I Quit' match. Dus - I mean, Joshua has made allusions to Vlad for months now, and now, he finally has the oppurtunity to provide back up to all the talking that he does."
"Josh has surprised us before! Before that young and hungry Troy Meadows was released, he had dared to put up his Tower of London spot in multiple matches. Not only did he win those matches, but he went on to defeat such men as Millson, Jack Tracks, Nicky, Kahlan, and more in the Tower of London match to win his second Deathmatch Champion! He's also got an interesting track record that accounts for victories over Hayden, Hughes, and Metal Dragon!"
"Have you finally lost it? This is Vladimir Strife we're talking about! He's one of the greatest of all time in not only GHW, but in EVPW as well! He held the championship for almost a year in one reign - neither Joshua or Hayden, the two men who surpassed him, could do what he did in one reign. He's a future Hall of Famer, and he was Superstar of the Halfyear. He's nothing short of a living, breathing god! Do you honestly think Vandiver has a chance?"
"I honestly believe that anything can happen."
"I honestly think you've lost your marbles."
"I mean no disrespect, Matt, but I've got to side with Fuzz here. I can't imagine Vladimir Strife ever conceding to quit. Not even some of the most sadistic sons of bitches in wrestling like Jaggeroth could make this man give up. If that's the case, I don't see how this kid could ever do it."
"You've got your opinions. I've got mine. Let's watch."
Joshua Vandiver is almost feral in manner as he exaggerates the swing of his arms to break the tie up, catching Vladimir for surprise for a moment. Using the moment in expediency, the invective superstar tightens his fingers, locking them together and slicing towards the neck of Strife with a knife hand slice, reminiscent of the Brazilian jiu-jitsu style. Strife makes no hiatus in his retaliation, quickly striking his foe with a kick to the ribs, sending a quake through the entire upper body of the ex-Television Champion. For a moment, both men seem subdued by the pains, but both men are also extremely fastidious and thus the exchange continues. Vandiver locks his arm at a ninety-degree angle and drives his elbow into the side of Strife's face, and follows up with a ridge hand chop to the other side of the neck. A tingling sensation rushes through the Czar of Scars as the chop lands directly on the carotid artery, and for a moment, the Hardcore King is dazed and unbalanced. But he regains his footing before Joshua is able to carry on with the offensive strike, and he fights back with a quick knee to the gut, doubling the King of Hearts over. A sinister grin crosses the profile of Strife, and he clenches his hand into a closed fist, measuring up his opponent as Joshua slowly regains his composure. The Floridian turns to face Strife, who drills his right arm forward in an attempt to land his trademarked Lights Out! maneuevr. The crowd erupts in cheers for a moment, under the impression that it would connect. However, the sly Valhalla native ducks into a combat roll, passing the side of the Behemoth and ending up leaning against the bottom rope; in no position to create an offense, but certainly not laid out by that closed fist. Enraged by the escapist, The Impaler grinds his teeth and turns to face the seated Joshua Vandiver, whose pupils dilate under the pure terror and awe that the sight of the Bambi Killer induces.
The man formerly known as Double D raises his hands, reasoning that it'd be best for Vladimir to stay back. Unconvinced, The Barbarian Lord approaches on his quest to expunge the younger superstar. Making the best of his agile frame, Josh rolls under the ropes and takes a few steps back, and as expected, Vladimir is in hot pursuit. Vandiver continues to step back, consistently turning his head to observe his surroundings. Strife doesn't provide him the time to set anything up, however. The Titan howls with a thunderous volume before coursing towards his opponent to try at a spear or a shoulder block, but before he can rip into the body of Joshua, the sly superstar steps to the side and ends up driving himself shoulder first into the steel steps. The effects do not show themselves instantaneously, as the adrenaline allows Vlad to regain a vertical base quickly. But as he turns to face his foe, Vandiver connects with a sidekick directly to the sternum, and the Legend staggers backwards, the small of his back driven into the steel frame of the ring as he leans back on the apron. Capitalizing, the former King of the Deathmatch slides feet-first under the bottom rope and as he passes the Hardcore King, delivers a third chop to the back of the neck, sending a sharp pain down the spine of Strife.
"That right there! That's why I'm giving Joshua Vandiver a chance in my mind. It's the small consistencies that lead to a harrowing downfall, and that's one area where Vandiver is extremely under rated. We've all taken note of his sly legerdemain and his skillful use of weaponry in hardcore match environments, but never once have I seen somebody note Josh's skill to centralize his offense in small areas at a time. His matches are like pulling the Walls of Jericho apart brick-by-brick. Had the biblical Joshua dedicated his time to making holes in the wall, eventually, that barrier would come crumbling down."
"The Hardcore Genius makes a great point, I've got to admit. We're not even ten minutes into this match-up and Vandiver has begun to focus on the neck of Vladimir, and potentially the socket of the shoulder now that it's collided with those unforgiving steel steps. I still have my bets placed on Strife, but it's clear that Joshua will not go down without one hell of a fight."
"Matthew, you mentioned Joshua's hardcore resourcefulness. It goes without saying that Vladimir is one of the best versed in a setting where anything goes. He's arguably the greatest deathmatch competitor of all time, and I'm positive that he'll go to any lengths, regardless of how bloody, how savage, how barbaric they may be in order to get Joshua to quit here tonight."
"I absolutely agree. This is our opening contest, but given the context, given the competitors, and given the stage, this may just steal the show. Don't get me wrong, guys, the entire card tonight is stacked and I can't wait to see what becomes of names such as Wolverina, such as Mighty Man Millson, such as Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, and all the other phenomenal superstars we have booked tonight, but there's this instinct inside me that is saying this match could be the match of the year."
"You're just saying that because you're a fan of both of these superstars."
"You're right, I may be biased, but it's completely justified, Colin! I mean, look at these two. Vladimir Strife, The Hardcore King! He was not only one of the longest reigning, but he was the first King of the Deathmatch Champion! And he didn't even lose it, he had to vacate it due to injury! That speaks for itself. He's beaten men like Desperado and myself, and he's done it without mercy and without a second thought. And in the same breath, you've got Joshua Vandiver. Formerly Dustin Delta. He won the first-ever Tower of London deathmatch, he's a two-time King of the Deathmatch Champion. If you recall, he used to come out to the ring sporting the Project Wrestling Olympic Championship as well, and if you knew anything about that title, it was all about endurance and survival. You can go look in the Project Wrestling video libraries and see him defend the title again and again in two-out-of-three-falls matches, in tournament brackets, in two-out-of-three submission matches, Iron-Man matches, and more. It's unprecedented, what these two have achieved. You'd have to be a fool to say that this match won't be astounding."
As Vladimir's hands cup the back of his neck in his best attempt to protect and to ease the suffering, Joshua stands alone in the squared circle, a hand running from the top of his forehead to the back of his scalp as he contemplates his next action. He takes a deep breath and twists his head back, looking to the ropes behind him. His inexpressive visage slowly transitions to a more meticulous state, and as his eyes drift back toward the Czar of Scars, the capacity crowd jeers him to show their disapproval. Vandiver turns back and runs the ropes he had previously took note of, and as he approaches the set of ropes where Strife had been temporarily recuperating, he dives head-first through the middle and upper-most ropes. Airborne, he pivots his body and draws his right hand towards the jaw of Strife, connecting with the high-risk conglomerate of a suicide dive and an enzu Swiss Uppercut, which connects with a horrifying clap that evokes a sympathetic cringe from the GHW Faithful. The maneuver backfires for the Valhalla native, though, as he lands awkwardly on his right arm, possibly doing substantial damage to his elbow. Luckily, Strife is reeling from the upward strike to the jaw, and is unable to capitalize on it for the moment. Both men take this brief moment to restore their lungs with air, but the timely safehaven is short-lived, as Strife interlocks his fingers under the head of Vandiver, slowly pulling him up to his feet with ill intentions in store. Sadistic and hungry, the Behemoth places one hand under the chin of his opponent and presses his other hand down atop the scalp. Pushing both hands inward with all his might, he quickly snaps to the left and the right and then continues to clench, twisting to the right and hyper extending the tendons throughout his neck. The referee takes several steps towards the two, questioning Vandiver as to whether or not he quits. Before the arbiter can evoke a response, Vladimir's lips approach the microphone and he utters some choice words.
"I'm not sure if you've got a deathwish or if you've got some ambition. But either way, you've met with a terrible fate."
The capacity crowd applauds in support, enjoying every moment of the torture they're watching intently. His hands do not move, but they continue the factious extension of the neck as Strife turns his body and places the sole of his steel-toed boots on the back of Vandiver. With no warning or indication of it's coming, the Hardcore King drives his foot down, causing for the face and the entire front of the body of Joshua Vandiver to meet the floor with disheartening abjection. Dead-set on oblivion, the Titan snatches the microphone out of the hand of the zebrashirted official, and inserts the end which one would hold into the mouth of Joshua. Following up with no haste, Vladimir takes an exaggerated step on the back of the head, as if Vandiver were biting the curb of a sidewalk, and he continues to take the reins of the match to lead it past the point of no return.
"Undefeated!"
The word echoes and reverberates as it's followed by a succession of five slaps. They reference the famous monstrosity that was Vladimir Tepes Strife's unbroken record. The Czar of Scars survived for an unprecedented period of time, winning match after match, until he was shockingly outdone and defeated by another seemingly legendary man, Desperado. The lore behind this King Amongst Men was more than just cautionary tale, and Joshua Vandiver embraced the bravery needed to experience it first-hand. Finally, the arbiter signals towards ringside and the bell is rung thrice, and the two men who pride themselves in hardcore prowess take their steps towards the center of the squared circle. The Floridian seems to attempt a verbal exchange with him, but the Romanian's lips do not become undone. Unsatisfied, Vandiver extends his right hand towards the Behemoth, seeking an honorable handshake to begin the bout. Strife's eyes slowly glide towards the offered hand, and hang there for a moment. Not a sound is made, nor a strike thrown by either competitor, and the capacity crowd remains just as tranquil as they eagerly await the next movement by the European myth who is Vladimir Strife. His cold pupils return to the face of his enemy, and without a word and certainly without a handshake, the Hardcore King assaults Vandiver with a stiff elbow to the temple. Joshua staggers back a step, but he is still within an arm's length of Vladimir, who reaches and captures the former Television Champion in a side headlock. As the Valhalla native writhes and squirms in an attempt to break free, the Legend drives the cap of his knee into the gut of Vandiver, the force of the strike actually causing Joshua to hop off of the mat. The chants of "undefeated" from the audience gradually reappear, fading in as Strife wretches and maintains the side headlock. Resisting, the smaller Joshua Vandiver spreads his feet, creating a balanced base as he tries to defend himself from the dangerous man who he's stepped into the ring with. Proceeding, the rookie (in juxtaposition) straightens his spine and slowly inches upward from his doubled-over position, weakening the grip which Strife has around the neck and head of Joshua. The former 257-day King of the Deathmatch slides his left arm around the side of the Bambi Killer, and twists at his hips so that his body is perpendicular to his opponent. The left hand comes to the neck of Vandiver, and he swiftly extends the hand and crosses through, connecting with the Behemoth's chest with a Ridge-Hand Chop, enough to loosen the headlock which Strife had in place and allowing Joshua to escape for the moment. The expression across the visage of Vladimir reads as startled, and his head slowly tilts rightward with widened eyes, quickly locating and gazing intently toward Joshua Vandiver, who awkwardly stands, breathing slow and nervously. The Hardcore King smirks and mimics a small applause toward his foe, as if his escape was some small victory. Perhaps foreshadowing that Vandiver may not be so lucky again. Joshua smiles at this, warming up a bit to the oddly enthusiastic Iceman across from him. The Floridian raises both arms, as if holding an invisible bow and arrow. For a moment, he aims down the head of the Behemoth, and then opens his back hand as if letting the arrow sail through the air, and at this point, both superstars approach one another and enter a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up and the first of many struggles for control of this bout.
"This match is simply the kickstarter for tonight's pay-per-view event, but I'm already beginning to feel the chills in my spine! There's something about this match-up, Colin. As if it were a long time coming. I'm not sure what to call this sensation, but I can tell you already that whatever we're about to see here may be one of the best battles tonight!"
"I have to say, Al, it was a stroke of genius on the part of Dow Jones to make this match an 'I Quit' match. Dus - I mean, Joshua has made allusions to Vlad for months now, and now, he finally has the oppurtunity to provide back up to all the talking that he does."
"Josh has surprised us before! Before that young and hungry Troy Meadows was released, he had dared to put up his Tower of London spot in multiple matches. Not only did he win those matches, but he went on to defeat such men as Millson, Jack Tracks, Nicky, Kahlan, and more in the Tower of London match to win his second Deathmatch Champion! He's also got an interesting track record that accounts for victories over Hayden, Hughes, and Metal Dragon!"
"Have you finally lost it? This is Vladimir Strife we're talking about! He's one of the greatest of all time in not only GHW, but in EVPW as well! He held the championship for almost a year in one reign - neither Joshua or Hayden, the two men who surpassed him, could do what he did in one reign. He's a future Hall of Famer, and he was Superstar of the Halfyear. He's nothing short of a living, breathing god! Do you honestly think Vandiver has a chance?"
"I honestly believe that anything can happen."
"I honestly think you've lost your marbles."
"I mean no disrespect, Matt, but I've got to side with Fuzz here. I can't imagine Vladimir Strife ever conceding to quit. Not even some of the most sadistic sons of bitches in wrestling like Jaggeroth could make this man give up. If that's the case, I don't see how this kid could ever do it."
"You've got your opinions. I've got mine. Let's watch."
Joshua Vandiver is almost feral in manner as he exaggerates the swing of his arms to break the tie up, catching Vladimir for surprise for a moment. Using the moment in expediency, the invective superstar tightens his fingers, locking them together and slicing towards the neck of Strife with a knife hand slice, reminiscent of the Brazilian jiu-jitsu style. Strife makes no hiatus in his retaliation, quickly striking his foe with a kick to the ribs, sending a quake through the entire upper body of the ex-Television Champion. For a moment, both men seem subdued by the pains, but both men are also extremely fastidious and thus the exchange continues. Vandiver locks his arm at a ninety-degree angle and drives his elbow into the side of Strife's face, and follows up with a ridge hand chop to the other side of the neck. A tingling sensation rushes through the Czar of Scars as the chop lands directly on the carotid artery, and for a moment, the Hardcore King is dazed and unbalanced. But he regains his footing before Joshua is able to carry on with the offensive strike, and he fights back with a quick knee to the gut, doubling the King of Hearts over. A sinister grin crosses the profile of Strife, and he clenches his hand into a closed fist, measuring up his opponent as Joshua slowly regains his composure. The Floridian turns to face Strife, who drills his right arm forward in an attempt to land his trademarked Lights Out! maneuevr. The crowd erupts in cheers for a moment, under the impression that it would connect. However, the sly Valhalla native ducks into a combat roll, passing the side of the Behemoth and ending up leaning against the bottom rope; in no position to create an offense, but certainly not laid out by that closed fist. Enraged by the escapist, The Impaler grinds his teeth and turns to face the seated Joshua Vandiver, whose pupils dilate under the pure terror and awe that the sight of the Bambi Killer induces.
The man formerly known as Double D raises his hands, reasoning that it'd be best for Vladimir to stay back. Unconvinced, The Barbarian Lord approaches on his quest to expunge the younger superstar. Making the best of his agile frame, Josh rolls under the ropes and takes a few steps back, and as expected, Vladimir is in hot pursuit. Vandiver continues to step back, consistently turning his head to observe his surroundings. Strife doesn't provide him the time to set anything up, however. The Titan howls with a thunderous volume before coursing towards his opponent to try at a spear or a shoulder block, but before he can rip into the body of Joshua, the sly superstar steps to the side and ends up driving himself shoulder first into the steel steps. The effects do not show themselves instantaneously, as the adrenaline allows Vlad to regain a vertical base quickly. But as he turns to face his foe, Vandiver connects with a sidekick directly to the sternum, and the Legend staggers backwards, the small of his back driven into the steel frame of the ring as he leans back on the apron. Capitalizing, the former King of the Deathmatch slides feet-first under the bottom rope and as he passes the Hardcore King, delivers a third chop to the back of the neck, sending a sharp pain down the spine of Strife.
"That right there! That's why I'm giving Joshua Vandiver a chance in my mind. It's the small consistencies that lead to a harrowing downfall, and that's one area where Vandiver is extremely under rated. We've all taken note of his sly legerdemain and his skillful use of weaponry in hardcore match environments, but never once have I seen somebody note Josh's skill to centralize his offense in small areas at a time. His matches are like pulling the Walls of Jericho apart brick-by-brick. Had the biblical Joshua dedicated his time to making holes in the wall, eventually, that barrier would come crumbling down."
"The Hardcore Genius makes a great point, I've got to admit. We're not even ten minutes into this match-up and Vandiver has begun to focus on the neck of Vladimir, and potentially the socket of the shoulder now that it's collided with those unforgiving steel steps. I still have my bets placed on Strife, but it's clear that Joshua will not go down without one hell of a fight."
"Matthew, you mentioned Joshua's hardcore resourcefulness. It goes without saying that Vladimir is one of the best versed in a setting where anything goes. He's arguably the greatest deathmatch competitor of all time, and I'm positive that he'll go to any lengths, regardless of how bloody, how savage, how barbaric they may be in order to get Joshua to quit here tonight."
"I absolutely agree. This is our opening contest, but given the context, given the competitors, and given the stage, this may just steal the show. Don't get me wrong, guys, the entire card tonight is stacked and I can't wait to see what becomes of names such as Wolverina, such as Mighty Man Millson, such as Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, and all the other phenomenal superstars we have booked tonight, but there's this instinct inside me that is saying this match could be the match of the year."
"You're just saying that because you're a fan of both of these superstars."
"You're right, I may be biased, but it's completely justified, Colin! I mean, look at these two. Vladimir Strife, The Hardcore King! He was not only one of the longest reigning, but he was the first King of the Deathmatch Champion! And he didn't even lose it, he had to vacate it due to injury! That speaks for itself. He's beaten men like Desperado and myself, and he's done it without mercy and without a second thought. And in the same breath, you've got Joshua Vandiver. Formerly Dustin Delta. He won the first-ever Tower of London deathmatch, he's a two-time King of the Deathmatch Champion. If you recall, he used to come out to the ring sporting the Project Wrestling Olympic Championship as well, and if you knew anything about that title, it was all about endurance and survival. You can go look in the Project Wrestling video libraries and see him defend the title again and again in two-out-of-three-falls matches, in tournament brackets, in two-out-of-three submission matches, Iron-Man matches, and more. It's unprecedented, what these two have achieved. You'd have to be a fool to say that this match won't be astounding."
As Vladimir's hands cup the back of his neck in his best attempt to protect and to ease the suffering, Joshua stands alone in the squared circle, a hand running from the top of his forehead to the back of his scalp as he contemplates his next action. He takes a deep breath and twists his head back, looking to the ropes behind him. His inexpressive visage slowly transitions to a more meticulous state, and as his eyes drift back toward the Czar of Scars, the capacity crowd jeers him to show their disapproval. Vandiver turns back and runs the ropes he had previously took note of, and as he approaches the set of ropes where Strife had been temporarily recuperating, he dives head-first through the middle and upper-most ropes. Airborne, he pivots his body and draws his right hand towards the jaw of Strife, connecting with the high-risk conglomerate of a suicide dive and an enzu Swiss Uppercut, which connects with a horrifying clap that evokes a sympathetic cringe from the GHW Faithful. The maneuver backfires for the Valhalla native, though, as he lands awkwardly on his right arm, possibly doing substantial damage to his elbow. Luckily, Strife is reeling from the upward strike to the jaw, and is unable to capitalize on it for the moment. Both men take this brief moment to restore their lungs with air, but the timely safehaven is short-lived, as Strife interlocks his fingers under the head of Vandiver, slowly pulling him up to his feet with ill intentions in store. Sadistic and hungry, the Behemoth places one hand under the chin of his opponent and presses his other hand down atop the scalp. Pushing both hands inward with all his might, he quickly snaps to the left and the right and then continues to clench, twisting to the right and hyper extending the tendons throughout his neck. The referee takes several steps towards the two, questioning Vandiver as to whether or not he quits. Before the arbiter can evoke a response, Vladimir's lips approach the microphone and he utters some choice words.
"I'm not sure if you've got a deathwish or if you've got some ambition. But either way, you've met with a terrible fate."
The capacity crowd applauds in support, enjoying every moment of the torture they're watching intently. His hands do not move, but they continue the factious extension of the neck as Strife turns his body and places the sole of his steel-toed boots on the back of Vandiver. With no warning or indication of it's coming, the Hardcore King drives his foot down, causing for the face and the entire front of the body of Joshua Vandiver to meet the floor with disheartening abjection. Dead-set on oblivion, the Titan snatches the microphone out of the hand of the zebrashirted official, and inserts the end which one would hold into the mouth of Joshua. Following up with no haste, Vladimir takes an exaggerated step on the back of the head, as if Vandiver were biting the curb of a sidewalk, and he continues to take the reins of the match to lead it past the point of no return.
