Post by Psychotic Circus on Feb 2, 2013 5:08:56 GMT -7
-The Demon Son of Elk Horn Valley took his time, slowly hiking up to the former Alice Delta with pleated arms and a sneer of displeasure across his lips. They assembled in the center of the ring, ready for conflict before the bell rang, eyes secured together with muscles blustered for the intimidation factor. -
"You were there, atop of the cage with me that night when father destroyed Ryan Hughes. You knew what side to pick then. Yet now this?"
-Three chimes rang away as the fans heightened their voices, willing to clamor on for these two's first in ring meeting. Double bear paws sprang from against their resting place in Jerry's chest with a downward strike over Josh's facade, sending the traitor to spin away from any other assaults against his perdy face. A whiplash motion followed up to influence the Floridian Falcon into land based flight towards the corner of the ring, devastating the Fool's chest against the top turnbuckle. Turning to avoid Jerry's obvious combo attack was a terrible idea after it had sprung in Josh's head, instead taking the rigid knee meant for his lower back right in the gut and puckering the Flying Tactician over.-
"Jerry Nate is all business tonight!"
"The Shotgun Satanist doesn't look to have any dirty tricks up his sleeve tonight for Vandiver. It's all business, brutal business."
-Josh's pecs started to kindle up with red streaks to match the ones running down his eyes as Jerry serves him the ruthless end of his knife hand, the chops plentiful enough to feed even simple Cletus. Stopping the rain of flesh, bone and misery, Jerry Nate's middle and pointer fingers lifted up Josh's chin while the Falcon gasped in disbelief from the startling lung failure.-
"Do you even fetch pussy from that scheming whore?! Is it worth it now, Joshy!? Is it worth it now!?"
-The Van Driver was about to take another trip across the ring but opted out with a dashing knee seizing Jerry's un-padded joint, forcing the Shotgun Enthusiast flopping around his shaky leg on uncertain terms. Knowing this could be his one gamble, Vandiver clocked the KotDM Champion across the stern of his cervical vertebrae to force the champion down across his front with a palm pressed against his neck from the possible spinal damage. Crawling the long, desperate way for the ropes was all Jerry could do as Josh collected a well deserved break to recollect the air his opponent had stolen from his lungs. Welts were rubbed and cheeks stroked clean of forced tears from the cowardly face rake earlier, Josh's lungs heaved while his eyes never left from his staggering opponent who had started pulling himself up with help from the ropes.-
"Josh has an inch on Jerry Nate in height, but Jerry has the muscle and weight to back up his fighting. I don't know if Vandiver can honestly hit something hard enough to place Jerry in danger of a three count."
"Meaningless, Josh's attacks won't mean squat the moment Jerry decides this match is over."
"We'll just have to wait and see if a former KotDM can take on the current King of Death."
-Jerry stumbled his way up, his palm pressing against his neck and forcing the food tube to bend with a sudden crack before reverting to its normal position. Josh eyed the activity, he had taken too long with his rest and now the Death King was about to resume the beating Vandiver had combo breaker'd out of. Stomps of rage rang from the other side of the ring as Jerry started the death march in Josh's honor, only adding to the Former Falcon's worry as hands grabbed his shoulders to spin him around and stiff palms smacking the taste out of his mouth like he owed Jerry some damn money. Retaliation had to be swift and accurate to escape Jerry's farm hand grip, and the answer came out of the blue as Josh's hips gyrated with enough explosive energy for his legs to part ways, one to hold his stand on the mat while the other collided with Jerry's cheekbone with the heel with a drive factor of a thousand fuck yous.-
"Vandiver scores a damn beautiful hook kick into Jerry's jawline! The beast is staggered! Finish the job!"
"Mammon always comes back! The earth will be ripped asunder when his malice is surveyed!"
"Are you foaming at the mouth!?"
"From the depths of the abyss! Reparations will only come in the warmth of blood sluices! Traitors are a bleeding, dying breed!"
-Big Al's sudden on screen outburst is downplayed as the action in the ring was about to boil up once more. The muscles pulsated with a puff over Jerry's shoulders down to his arms as they elevated with tense fist in front of his face. Josh's demeanor cried out that he was off guard before his fist loomed up, the brawl was now inevitable as the ref viewed helplessly at the Titan's side during this paradigm shift in the match. Jerry bounce stepped over with the blot of Irish in his blood howling for fist to face contact as the knuckle missiles fired from their silos. The crowd was reminded of their local bars as the two shot off jolts like two drunks scuffling for a whiskey bitch as blows missed and connected with no one gaining the advantage up until a hasty uppercut caught Josh beneath his rib cage to butcher the fight left inside of him. Jerry's shoulder blade buldged as the winning fist corkscrewed back and unleashed all his speed and power into one more barrage, the knuckles thwacked against Josh's chin from below but didn't cease, the fist drove through as Vandiver's head was slung to look up at the house lights from the KO punch. Had this been in Japan, Jerry's fist would of been glowing as Josh flew towards the sun, but life sucks and Josh only fell down but instincts told him to roll out of the ring, sadly his common sense was a betrayer as well.-
"The belly of the dogs are the only resting place traitors merit! The factual portal to Styx for scum!"
"Damn it! I knew Jerry was hiding something! Big Al! Come back to me! Vandiver! Get your DUMB ASS off of the damn floor!"
-As Josh recuperated from his startling head trauma, he didn't notice the fog swirling in from underneath the ring. The red mist was light but built up every second as the camera man reluctantly came up to film the downed Falcon. Jerry screamed at the ref for him to "DO YOUR GOD DAMN JOB AND COUNT HIM OUT!" as Josh's lower half suddenly turned by itself, his legs pointed at the ring before an unnatural force started to pull him under the ring! The camera man was helpless as he didn't want no part of Josh's fate. Jerry stood with one foot on the top and middle rope, bent over his knee as he looked on with a smile.-
"Still desire some of this?! You're in the wrong league little boy! Should of just knew your damn place and none of this would of befallen you!"
-The ref had no alternative but to raise his hands to begin the count out.-
-Jerry erected his fist to the lights above as if to claim his early victory while Josh heroically fought for life as he tried to pull himself out of the grip of the arms under Jerry's control, pulling Josh down to the bowels of hell.-
"Bite...scrape...strip the skin, serve the Father, your life is nonexistent...."
"Damn it Coors! You'd best use those lips if you think you're gonna get a free hiding spot underneath my desk!""
TBCB: The wrestler formally known as Dusting "Don't call me Alice" Delta.