'Vicious' Vince Vegas vs Demon

[Demon]

The fans sit in their respective seats around the arena, still amped up after that amazing opening match. The camera pans around, showing the various signs that the fans of GHW hold high, hoping that their favorite superstars may just read how much they adore them. Suddenly, the arena is engulfed in darkness, each and every light going out simultaneously. The fans look around, not recognizing this entrance. The PA system cackles into life, and the sound of Falling In Reverse's song Tragic Magic begins to play.

"I'm Baaaaaack..."

The lights flare back to life, and a large masked figure is standing atop the entrance ramp. It is none other than Demon, a man who has not been seen in quite some time around these parts. Those few fans who still recognize this man, begin to boo him, though they are the minority. Most of the fandom of GHW have no reaction to this man, and very few jeers or cheers reign down upon him. He looks around at the fans, his eyes peering out from around his mask. After a moments pause, he begins to make his way slowly toward the ring.

"The following match is a first blood match. The first man to make his opponent bleed will be declared the winner. Introducing first, standing six feet seven inches tall, and weighing in at three hundred and twelve pounds, he is the Monster of the Abyss...Demon!"

Demon reaches the end of the ramp, and pauses once more. He looks out to either side of the arena, glaring at the fans who stare down curiously upon him. He then begins to continue his trek toward the ring, moving over to the large steel steps that lead up to the turnbuckles. The Demonic One slowly climbs upwards, and walks onto the outside of the ring apron, before lifting his large leg up into the air, and over the ring ropes. He walks over into a corner of the ring, and sits down, staring up at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent's entrance.

TBCB Vegas

OOC: Sorry for shittiness and lateness. Been sick for like a week now and it's been draining me.

["Vicious" Vince Vegas]

The masked 300 plus pounder doesn't have to wait long for his opponent, just as he sits down, the familiar beat of LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" begins to play over the PA system at GHW Arena. The local Bostonian crowd begins buzz for the self assured superstar that enters to the tune. The usual chorus of "Boo's" and insults toward "Vicious" Vince are scattered throughout the arena, but, as the camera scans the crowd, it finds some GHW hardcores supporting Vegas by wearing his T-shirts, despite his best efforts to offend them. Perhaps that's the greatest insult of them all.



As always, as the line "Boom! Explosions!" plays, fireworks erupt on both sides of the entrance ramp and "Vicious" Vince Vegas explodes from behind the curtain holding the fake King of the Death Match title above his head and bouncing on one foot. It has been almost a month since the controversial double count out with Jerry Nate at Blood Runs Cold, but Vince stills carries his replica belt around just as he carries a grudge for the true title holder. Although a convincing facsimile of the original KOTDM title, the leather he hoists lacks a certain mystique and does not glimmer in the stage lights in the same fashion. Although he claims to be the real champion, on some level, maybe even subconsciously, Vince knows he has turn in a stellar performance in the Tower of London at Dawn of Destruction to even be considered in the same class as Jerry Nate.


Next, making his way to the ring, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds, He is...

Charlie Coors begrudgingly utters the words he dreads speaking so much.

The Star of the Shoooooooow...

"Vicious" Vince Vegas!

Vince makes his way down the aisle with a cocksure strut, either unaware or uncaring of the monster that waits on the other end. Regardless, he refuses the shake hands with the fans ringside fans, even wiping his arm clean after a teenage crowd member leaned over the barrier and actually made contact a reluctant Vegas.


As Vince Vegas makes his way to the ring, he seems much more concerned with showing his "title" off, and pandering to the crowd than he does on Demon waiting for him in the ring. Vince had better not take this match too lightly, Demon is no rookie, and definitely no jobber. He is 300 pounds of sadistic fury. This man truly has a screw loose. Vegas better have packed his razor blades, because juicing may be an easy way out of the misery Demon plans to inflict.


Are we even on the same planet Fuzz? Vegas is a savvy technician and the true king of the death match! Not to mention he defeated over 550 pounds of legionnaires last week!


Remember when I said Demon WASN'T a jobber?

"Vicious" Vince rolls in under the bottom rope, avoiding demon in the far corner. He takes a final look at the leather and gold he calls a title, kisses it and hands it over to the ref. Looks like it's time to get his one going.

TBCB: Demon

["Vicious" Vince Vegas]

As soon as the bell sounds, Vince storms shoulder first toward the masked giant with a quick shoulder block to get things started, but the big man, Demon, has his feet planted deeper than the roots of an old oak tree. Vegas staggers backward and falls to the ground, but quickly jumps back to his feet. Demon looks Vince in the eye from across the ring, as he lets out an impressive roar that reverberates through GHW arena. The bellow doesn't slow down the self assured Vince Vegas, as he charges toward the Monster of the Abyss for a second time. Again, Demon's feet are planted and Vegas falls to the ground as if he had just shoulder blocked a brick wall. Vegas, again quickly rises to his feet and prepares for a third attempt, as if he had found some flaw in the first two, and this one would be much more effective.


Vince is going to come up the a new game plan Al, these shoulder blocks are not dong the trick, Demon is much too big and powerful for this type of attack.

That's right Fuzz, Vince needs to focus on wearing down the big man by focusing on a single area, rather than relying on power moves. Once Demon is worn down, go for the kill and make him bleed.


If Vince could only hear Big Al, maybe he would take the advice of his biggest fan, but unfortunately, as Vince rushes toward Demon, all he can hear is another loud bellow from Demon, who has grown tired of being on the defensive. As Vince lowers his shoulder with intent on driving it into the rib cage of his opponent, The Monster of the Abyss, turns grabbing Vegas by his head and uses a combination of Vince's momentum and brute strength to pitch him over the top rope onto the outside. "Vicious" Vince slams onto the floor outside, bouncing his bald, cue ball like head off the mats. Demon lifts his tree trunk like leg, steps over the top rope and hops off the ring onto the floor.


Look at the sheer size of Demon! He is well over three hundred pounds and has the agility to simply step over the top rope. I am not envious of any man who has to step into the squared circle with him. Maybe this will be the a wake-up call to Vegas, and he'll finally keep his mouth shut.


Very doubtful Colin.

As Demon takes his time strolling over to his opponent, Vince begins to rise up from the floor. Demon leans over to pick Vince up from the floor, but is met with a fist to the bread basket. Demon finally shows signs of humanity as he is slightly phased by the blow. The ring savvy Nevada native sees the effect and unloads two more fists to the stomach of Demon. As Vince cocks his arm backward to throw a fourth punch to the abdominal region, the giant places on hand on Vince's head, palming his skull with his massive grip. Demon leans backward and lands a headbutt on the top of the forehead of "The Vicious One" knocking him back down to the floor. The camera zooms in on on Vegas' forehead, searching for blood wear Demons studded mask slammed into his brow. Vince's head turned immediately red, and he lay in pain on the floor, but no blood yet. Demon would have been disappointed if there were, as an early end to the match would not have satisfied his sadistic impulses, but he has an idea of what will. Demon reaches under the ring, pulling out a trash can full of various objects to be used as weapons. The barbarous Monster reaches into the can, feels around for a moment, and pulls out his weapon of choice. A metal cheese grater! He holds it above his head to show the crowd. That oughta make someone bleed.

The Fans at GHW arena begin chanting,

DE-MON! DE-MON! DE-MON!

What kind of world do we live in today? We have a true wrestling talent right here in front of our eyes, and the parasitic drones in the crowd cheer simply for violence and the idea of grating his skin like cheese! We're in an age of desensitization and violent impulses! The Romans cheered as their gladiators murdered one another as well, just before Rome collapsed! This makes me sick!


Take it easy Al. You don't need to be so dramatic.

As the overhead arena lights hit the stainless steel cheese grater being held above the head of Demon, the glare catches the eye of "Vicious" Vince Vegas, still laying on the floor. The idea of being scalped by a cheese grater has a funny way of motivating a man to his feet. Demon steps toward Vince and swings the grater down with his full gigantic force, but Vince rolls quickly out of harms way. Taking advantage of the position of the monster, who just took a an axe-like swing with the cheese grater, Vegas grabs his opponent by the neck and executes a swinging neck breaker, bringing the big man off of his feet and onto the floor for the first time. The cheese grater falls out of Demon's hand onto to floor on impact. Vegas is not the type to pass on a opportunity like this. They don't call him "Vicious" for nothing.

Vegas picks the grater up off of the floor, props himself onto the barrier separating the fans from the action and waits for Demon to get back to his feet. As the masked monster begins to stand up, Vince runs along the steel barrier, leaps into the air and smashes the cheese grater into the brain stem of Demon.

The crowd pops after the violent maneuver, just as Big Al would have guessed.

THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!

[Demon]

Vegas stares down at the Demonic One, a slightly sadistic gleam in his eye. He shouts over at the the referee to check the large man for even a hint of the red liquid required to end the match. After a quick check, the referee signals that there is no blood, and that the match is still underway. 'Vicious' Vince looks slightly shocked, hardly daring to believe that such a shot could not draw a single drop of blood from his foe. He quickly hides his disappointment, and instead continues his newly found momentum, driving his boot repeatedly into the prone form of Demon upon the ground. Kick after kick rain down upon the Demonic One, and he shouts out in pain as each boot finds the small of his back. When Vince finishes his onslaught, the Monster of the Abyss rolls his large body over, so that he now lies upon his back, trying his best to keep Vegas from being able to resume his beating. However, Vince has since walked away from the Demonic One, and is instead over near that trashcan of weapons that his adversary had earlier attempted to use upon himself. He begins digging deep, looking for something that can put this match away quickly, something that can cause bleeding with just one blow. He appears to find the object of his dreams, as Vegas releases a triumphant shout, and straightens back up.

"Is that a baseball bat wrapped in barbed-wire? Is he seriously thinking of using that to attack Demon? That could injure him for life, and ruin his livelihood. Somebody needs to stop this now."

"There's no stopping Vince when he gets on a roll. Plus, it's a first blood match Colin. There are no rules here, which means that Vince can do whatever he pleases."

'Vicious' Vince looks to stay true to his nickname, and he begins stalking forward toward the still downed form of Demon. Vegas looks down upon the large man before him and smirks, having already won the match in his mind. Taking one more moment to bask in the glory of himself, Vince then raises the bat up high, before bringing it forward with all of his might. Just before it can make contact, its sharp barbs spelling certain doom for the Monster of the Abyss, Demon rolls to the side, avoiding contact by a hair's breadth. The bat instead hits the lightly padded arena floor, which is still plenty hard enough to send a shock up the arms of Vegas. He instantly drops the bat to the floor, and begins shaking his hands, hoping that some of the pain might begin to dissipate. Meanwhile, Demon begins making his way back to a vertical base, using the barrier to help himself back up. The fans begin chanting again, the noise in the arena reaching a breaking point as the can begin to sense that something big is coming. The two men stare at each other, their eyes locking from just a few feet away.

"That was some move by Demon. If he had allowed himself to be struck with that bat, it would have been all over. And instead, now he was able to get back up to his feet and give himself a fighting chance."

"What move are you talking about? All he did was roll out of the way. It doesn't matter anyway. Vince is just going to knock him back down on his ass anyway."

Suddenly, Vegas charges forward, unleashes a primal roar as he does so. He leaps into the air, turning parallel to the ground. Instead of having the cross body knock Demon back down to the ground, the Psychotic Mastermind catches Vegas, displaying his brute strength. He holds the much smaller man in his arms and begins to walk forward. Using all of his strength, Demon throws Vince forward like a rag-doll, causing him to crash into the side of the trashcan full of weapons. The thunderous impact can be heard throughout the entire arena, and the crowd pops loudly at the maneuver. Wasting no time, Demon marches forward, and pulls Vegas back to a vertical base. Gripping him by his tights, Demon pushes 'Vicious' Vince back into the ring, and possibly bringing some form of order back to this match. Instead of following his opponent back into the ring, however, Demon lifts up the ring apron and begins to dig around for some type of object. As he begins to reemerge from underneath the squared circle, the polished wooden surface of a table gleams in the light of the arena. The crowd pops once more in appreciation at the prospect of more violence. He begins to kick out the legs, setting up the table outside of the ring.

"This should be something to see. Why in the world is Demon setting that table up outside of the ring, rather than bring it inside?"

"I don't know, but it can't be anything good for Vince. He needs to get out of there before that sadistic monster can do what he plans."

Once he gets the table set up, Demon walks back toward the ring, and rolls in underneath the ropes. Moving forward, he approaches the recovering body of Vice Vegas, and grabs him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him back up to his feet. The Demonic One begins driving fist after fist into the skull of Vegas. As each shot lands, Vince becomes a little less steady on his feet, and his knees begin to buckle. Finally, Demon drives one last powerful fist into the forehead of his opponent, and knocks him flat on his back. The Psychotic Mastermind wastes no time taunting his opponent, however, and simply lifts him back up to his feet, ready and willing to deliver more punishment. He whips Vegas toward the ring ropes, and on the rebound, wraps his arms around the waste of his adversary and lifts him high into the air, before driving him back first into the canvas. The spinebuster causes immense pain to course through Vince's body, and his facial expressions tell the whole story. Demon stands back up and lifts his hands up into the air in triumph, and even receives a small pop from the crowd as his opponent is the much more hated man in the company. Demon turns and returns his focus to the prone form of his opponent and begins to walk forward, standing over his opponent. Before he gets the chance to do anything, the leg of Vince lifts into the air, and finds home right in Demon's family jewels. The brutish monster topples over, his hands cupping his crotch as he falls almost comically to the side. Vegas begins crawling toward the ropes, in the hopes of pulling himself back up to his feet.

"What a dirty move by Vegas! That was a total cheap shot! If he had any decency, he would never have preformed such a move!"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. And besides, anything is legal in this match, so there was nothing dirty about it."

Just as 'Vicious' Vince begins to pull himself up, Demon also begins to move back in to a standing position. The two men reach a vertical base at roughly the same time, and stand across the ring, their eyes locking momentarily once more before Demon charges forward, his arm outstretched. Vegas ducks underneath the clothesline and also runs forward, bouncing off the opposite ring ropes before returning on his path toward the Demonic One. He leaps into the air and snaps his feet out, driving the soles of his boots into the gut of Demon and knocking him into a leaning position against the ropes. Vince rushes back toward the ropes behind him once again, and then flies back at Demon, leaping into the air once again. The cross body hits home this time, knocking both men out of the ring, right toward the spot where Demon had previously set up the table. As Vegas is still pressed on top of Demon, he feels very little from the impact. However, Demon takes the full force of two men going through a table at the same time, and the breath is instantly driven out of him. Both men lie prone on the ground, in the ruins of what used to be a perfectly good table. The fans around the arena stand on their feet loving every minute of the great action that this match has brought. The referee begins checking on both men, looking for any sign of blood, and checking to make sure that both men are still conscious.

"That was insane! Both men just went straight through that table. Vegas better hope that none of that shrapnel nicked him, or he might start to bleed, and thus lose the match."

"He'll be fine. He was shielded by that massive frame of Demon's. If anybody will be bleeding after that, it will be the Demonic One."

TBC