Post by Dustin Delta on Jan 6, 2013 22:59:39 GMT -5
Those who spent their hard-earned money on a ticket to see Blood Runs Cold live in Boston, Massachusetts would have never have expected an impromptu opening bout with this star power and with this caliber of all-out war. Those watching the pay-per-view in the comfort of their homes could not possibly understand the awe stricken into the live audience at the GHW Arena. Within the squared circle stood the man known as Vladimir Strife. His balance was lacking, and his face ran with the infamous crimson mask after being bludgeoned by the blunt end of steel chair legs, the faces of rungs on a ladder, - which now lay about the arena either snapped in two or as red as the combatant's blood - and countless other objects that he and his opponent could use in some resourceful manner, with only their wit and thrill for violence. Several feet behind Strife laid the sprawled out body of Joshua Vandiver, formerly known as Dustin Delta. Although his chest was red with the boot prints of Vladimir and although he now lay in a pool of blood, which all in attendance had forgotten the owner of, Joshua was showing that he was more than capable of hanging with one of the greatest men who's ever lived. Following a savage Heart Starter from the Czar of Scars, though, Vandiver's chances for victory seem bleak. The GodKing basks in his moment of tranquility, lacking any fear of attack from his now downed foe. He does his best to comfort his wounded body, but it occurs to him that the best thing to do for his own safety would be to end the match in order to receive the best medical attention possible from the doctors hired by Glory and Honor Wrestling. An exhausted demeanor on his visage, the Hardcore King takes several steps, drawing closer to the Floridian, and confidently steps the heel of his boot on the chest of Vandiver, which does count as a pinfall attempt. The referee slides down to a prone position to check the shoulders, and counts.
"1!"
"2!"
But just before the arbitrary hand collapses to the canvas to make a third count, the left arm of Joshua rockets upward, rolling his body over enough to bring his shoulder off of the mat. Strife is astonished, his jaw as low as Vandiver's right shoulder. He staggers back, one hand running back through his hair and the other arm wrapping itself around the top rope as he leans back into it. Inching his way up, Joshua slowly rises to a single knee, and then to a proper vertical base. His pads are worn and his skin is bruised and his breathing doesn't seem steady. Every man, woman, and child in the arena from those in the nosebleeds to Vlad himself are wide-eyed to see the young man standing again. The man formerly known as Dustin Delta stomps on the canvas, giving the GodKing a deadly glare as he shouts -
"Look me in the eyes, and tell me you're better than me! I dare you!"
Fists tightly clenched, Joshua stands his ground, awaiting some sort of response from the Behemoth. Vladimir, not known for being a man of sentiment or of vernacular, simply raises his fists in response to the battle cry, inciting a burst of enthusiasm from the capacity crowd. Vandiver laughs viciously, almost sadistically, and continues on, stomping his frontward foot continuously.
"You can't, Vlad! You can't do it! Because you are NOT better than me!"
As he silences his sentence, he side steps towards the King of Hardcore and extends the heel of his foot to the jaw of Vlad, looking to his disheartening Superhero Slayer, but the Czar of Scars locks his hands on the foot of the Valhalla native, and tosses it to send his challenger into his own personal whirlwind. But Joshua manages to land his foot down beside his other, positioning his body to be doubled over. He runs towards Vlad, diving down and using his wingspan to sweep the legs of the GodKing, sending him crashing to the canvas. Determined to put an inarguable end to the battle, Joshua slides out of the squared circle and goes digging through the scattered mess about ringside in search of a definitively dangerous weapon. Locating a table which is miraculously still unbroken, Vandiver looks simply unsatisfied. His yearning for a broken body insatiable, Joshua also gathered a steel chair, pushing both of these two resources into the ring, before re-entering himself. The former two-time King of the Deathmatch finds the veteran monstrosity on all fours, trying to muster up some bit of strength. Buying himself time, Joshua makes a mad dash toward his opponent, delivering a stiff soccer ball kick to the sternum, knocking Strife into a roll and into a supine position on the mat. Seizing this opportunity, the young man who is just as well versed in hardcore as his senior, sets up the table with a certain precision of location. With steel chair opened and in hand, Vandiver approaches the GodKing once more.
"I have no idea what it is that Joshua has in mind here, but it's undeniable just as sadistic as anything we've seen Vladimir do in the past... I'm legitimately worried here, guys."
"Hmph."
Strife finally comes to and reaches his feet, only to turn around and find his opponent ready to strike. In a last chance effort, in absolute disparity, the Legend throws a rocket-like closed fist, something he's known well for and feared for. Showing no wavering confidence, Vandiver swings the open chair towards the fist, letting the punch fly though the opening between the seat of the chair and the back support, before clasping the chair closed on the arm of Vladimir, which had earlier in the match been badly damaged due to the use of a ladder. As the GodKing screams with a distinct agony scarcely seen before from such a warrior, but such bellows are short-lived as Vandiver heaves the heavy frame of his foe onto his shoulders, and shouts victoriously as he drops Vlad, arm locked in the chair, through the table with a climactic Vandiver Driver. The GodKing hits the mat like the body of a man off a bridge, and Joshua quickly struggles to get the cover.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"Oh my god..."
Silence falls over the arena as the pinfall is counted. The referee signals for the bell to be rung, as the timekeeper ends his count and recording. Not a soul in the audience cheers, not the soul in the crowd jeers. No music hits over the sound system. Simply sullen silence. Joshua Vandiver stands, wiping blood from his face, and doctors rush into the ring to inspect the fallen body of Vladimir. Vandiver takes several steps away, but does not taunt or celebrate. He remains in the ring, the only man standing and he basks in that fact by his lonesome.
"I can't believe what we're seeing, guys. Would you have ever thought from that first day when we saw Dustin Delta on Triumph two or three years ago that he'd arrive at Blood Runs Cold 2012, and defeat Vladimir Strife?"
"I'd never predict it, that's for sure, but I wouldn't discount any possibility. Anything is possible in GHW. Some possibilities are just more shocking than others."
Joshua Vandiver's eye scan the GHW Faithful, and it seems that he's just about to step out of the ropes and to ringside, but he makes a swift step up to the second rope with outstretched arms and breaks the utter silence.
"My friends! My faithful! I ask you one final time to gather before me! Tonight, I'll will leave this ring as a legend! The only way to never die."
Many raise their eyebrows towards him, but others understand the idea that defeating the GodKing would elevate him to such a level. But those understanding people seem perplexed as Joshua takes several steps in the direction of Vladimir and his doctors. He snatches the steel chair which the doctors had removed from Strife's arm and with it, brutalizes the backs of those doctors who are bent over the GodKing, sending them rolling out of the way - others make an escape in the interest of their personal safety. Within moments, the ring is clear of every man, bar the GodKing.
Vladimir Strife is there as well.
With the chair, covered in splotches of blood, in hand, Joshua Vandiver crashes the seat down onto the elbow of Strife repeatedly, one clap of the unforgiving steel after another, drawing out cringe after cringe from the audience. After Vandiver lost count of the number of collisions, he folded the chair over the elbow of the Legend and quickly pressed the sole of his foot down, driving it down as hard as he can. In combination, Joshua proceeded to deliver a series of stomps to the shoulder of Strife, a mad man's attempt to dislocate the shoulder, and more than likely break the arm completely. Many of the younger members of the audience avert their eyes as they see the devastating snap, Vladimir's arm no bending in an inhumane way. It's undeniably broken. Several referees, and the doctors, rush into the squared circle and contain Joshua, who willingly seems to stop himself and step away. Vandiver's lips curl at the ends, forming a sadistic smile as he looks down at his bloody, broken, and defeated handy work. He steps out of the ring and exits the arena, his lust for destruction satisfied.
The New GodKing has risen.
NOTE: This is not power-play, as this finish was agreed upon by - in fact, conceptualized, by Vladimir himself. He says that this may be the end of him in GHW, so he'll be written off with a severe injury. He may return in the future, but for now, he is done, and he's given me the honor to not only be the man who writes him off, but the opportunity to work with him if he ever does return. Also, I didn't realize I was writing the finish for an I Quit match until I began written this out-of-character note, so please forgive that blemish.
"1!"
"2!"
But just before the arbitrary hand collapses to the canvas to make a third count, the left arm of Joshua rockets upward, rolling his body over enough to bring his shoulder off of the mat. Strife is astonished, his jaw as low as Vandiver's right shoulder. He staggers back, one hand running back through his hair and the other arm wrapping itself around the top rope as he leans back into it. Inching his way up, Joshua slowly rises to a single knee, and then to a proper vertical base. His pads are worn and his skin is bruised and his breathing doesn't seem steady. Every man, woman, and child in the arena from those in the nosebleeds to Vlad himself are wide-eyed to see the young man standing again. The man formerly known as Dustin Delta stomps on the canvas, giving the GodKing a deadly glare as he shouts -
"Look me in the eyes, and tell me you're better than me! I dare you!"
Fists tightly clenched, Joshua stands his ground, awaiting some sort of response from the Behemoth. Vladimir, not known for being a man of sentiment or of vernacular, simply raises his fists in response to the battle cry, inciting a burst of enthusiasm from the capacity crowd. Vandiver laughs viciously, almost sadistically, and continues on, stomping his frontward foot continuously.
"You can't, Vlad! You can't do it! Because you are NOT better than me!"
As he silences his sentence, he side steps towards the King of Hardcore and extends the heel of his foot to the jaw of Vlad, looking to his disheartening Superhero Slayer, but the Czar of Scars locks his hands on the foot of the Valhalla native, and tosses it to send his challenger into his own personal whirlwind. But Joshua manages to land his foot down beside his other, positioning his body to be doubled over. He runs towards Vlad, diving down and using his wingspan to sweep the legs of the GodKing, sending him crashing to the canvas. Determined to put an inarguable end to the battle, Joshua slides out of the squared circle and goes digging through the scattered mess about ringside in search of a definitively dangerous weapon. Locating a table which is miraculously still unbroken, Vandiver looks simply unsatisfied. His yearning for a broken body insatiable, Joshua also gathered a steel chair, pushing both of these two resources into the ring, before re-entering himself. The former two-time King of the Deathmatch finds the veteran monstrosity on all fours, trying to muster up some bit of strength. Buying himself time, Joshua makes a mad dash toward his opponent, delivering a stiff soccer ball kick to the sternum, knocking Strife into a roll and into a supine position on the mat. Seizing this opportunity, the young man who is just as well versed in hardcore as his senior, sets up the table with a certain precision of location. With steel chair opened and in hand, Vandiver approaches the GodKing once more.
"I have no idea what it is that Joshua has in mind here, but it's undeniable just as sadistic as anything we've seen Vladimir do in the past... I'm legitimately worried here, guys."
"Hmph."
Strife finally comes to and reaches his feet, only to turn around and find his opponent ready to strike. In a last chance effort, in absolute disparity, the Legend throws a rocket-like closed fist, something he's known well for and feared for. Showing no wavering confidence, Vandiver swings the open chair towards the fist, letting the punch fly though the opening between the seat of the chair and the back support, before clasping the chair closed on the arm of Vladimir, which had earlier in the match been badly damaged due to the use of a ladder. As the GodKing screams with a distinct agony scarcely seen before from such a warrior, but such bellows are short-lived as Vandiver heaves the heavy frame of his foe onto his shoulders, and shouts victoriously as he drops Vlad, arm locked in the chair, through the table with a climactic Vandiver Driver. The GodKing hits the mat like the body of a man off a bridge, and Joshua quickly struggles to get the cover.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"Oh my god..."
Silence falls over the arena as the pinfall is counted. The referee signals for the bell to be rung, as the timekeeper ends his count and recording. Not a soul in the audience cheers, not the soul in the crowd jeers. No music hits over the sound system. Simply sullen silence. Joshua Vandiver stands, wiping blood from his face, and doctors rush into the ring to inspect the fallen body of Vladimir. Vandiver takes several steps away, but does not taunt or celebrate. He remains in the ring, the only man standing and he basks in that fact by his lonesome.
"I can't believe what we're seeing, guys. Would you have ever thought from that first day when we saw Dustin Delta on Triumph two or three years ago that he'd arrive at Blood Runs Cold 2012, and defeat Vladimir Strife?"
"I'd never predict it, that's for sure, but I wouldn't discount any possibility. Anything is possible in GHW. Some possibilities are just more shocking than others."
Joshua Vandiver's eye scan the GHW Faithful, and it seems that he's just about to step out of the ropes and to ringside, but he makes a swift step up to the second rope with outstretched arms and breaks the utter silence.
"My friends! My faithful! I ask you one final time to gather before me! Tonight, I'll will leave this ring as a legend! The only way to never die."
Many raise their eyebrows towards him, but others understand the idea that defeating the GodKing would elevate him to such a level. But those understanding people seem perplexed as Joshua takes several steps in the direction of Vladimir and his doctors. He snatches the steel chair which the doctors had removed from Strife's arm and with it, brutalizes the backs of those doctors who are bent over the GodKing, sending them rolling out of the way - others make an escape in the interest of their personal safety. Within moments, the ring is clear of every man, bar the GodKing.
Vladimir Strife is there as well.
With the chair, covered in splotches of blood, in hand, Joshua Vandiver crashes the seat down onto the elbow of Strife repeatedly, one clap of the unforgiving steel after another, drawing out cringe after cringe from the audience. After Vandiver lost count of the number of collisions, he folded the chair over the elbow of the Legend and quickly pressed the sole of his foot down, driving it down as hard as he can. In combination, Joshua proceeded to deliver a series of stomps to the shoulder of Strife, a mad man's attempt to dislocate the shoulder, and more than likely break the arm completely. Many of the younger members of the audience avert their eyes as they see the devastating snap, Vladimir's arm no bending in an inhumane way. It's undeniably broken. Several referees, and the doctors, rush into the squared circle and contain Joshua, who willingly seems to stop himself and step away. Vandiver's lips curl at the ends, forming a sadistic smile as he looks down at his bloody, broken, and defeated handy work. He steps out of the ring and exits the arena, his lust for destruction satisfied.
The New GodKing has risen.
NOTE: This is not power-play, as this finish was agreed upon by - in fact, conceptualized, by Vladimir himself. He says that this may be the end of him in GHW, so he'll be written off with a severe injury. He may return in the future, but for now, he is done, and he's given me the honor to not only be the man who writes him off, but the opportunity to work with him if he ever does return. Also, I didn't realize I was writing the finish for an I Quit match until I began written this out-of-character note, so please forgive that blemish.
