Match 12: Main Event, Gnarfflinger vs Vlad.

[gnarfflinger]

JP: It's time for our main event of the Evening, and put the children to bed.

Ray: You're right JP, this won't be for the faint of heart.

JP: So this means you'll be in the men's room throwing up?

The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers. As the Pyro goes off, the Outlaws (without the suspended Rocker) come down the Aisle. Emblem takes a place in Gnarfflinger's corner and sorts the tools of the trade while Justin takes a place at the Commentator's table. Gnarfflinger himself selects his Frying pan and enters the ring.

JP: Welcome to ringside, Justin Michael.

JM: The Pleasure is all yours.

Ray: The Question on everyone's mind: Is Gnarfflinger the Butcher completely nuts?

JM: You don't have to be completely nuts to have a hardcore match with Vlad, but Gnarf enjoys it, so I'm not saying anything...

JP: At any rate, We now await the arrival of Vlad...

TBC Anyone.

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Lizzie:"His opponent, from Sighisoara, Romania... weighing in at 269 pounds... he is the Solid Kore Champion... VLADIMIR STRIFE!"

'All Hail The New Flesh' begins to play as the arena dims. Lights strobe across the entrance as Vladimir Strife steps out of the back with his head down, the Solid Kore title across his waist. He tilts his head side to side to pop his neck and pops his knuckles a bit before raising his head and walking down to the ring. The audience doesn't know whether to boo or cheer though and give him a mixed reaction, trying to decide which was the better of 2 evils.

Vladimir stops at the end of the ramps and looks around the ringside, seeing Justin Michael at the commentators table and Emblem in the corner. He smiles as he looks at all 3 one by one.

JP: There are 3 on 1 odds against him and Vladimir is smiling? I think he's truly lost it.
JM: OF course he's lost it.. I mean, that lunatic thinks he's better than me, Justin Michael! You'd have to be crazy to think that!
Ray: Mr. Michael... can I have your autograph?
JM: I suppose..

'Revolution' by Judas Priest comes across the P.A. and Vladimir smiles wider. Rattler steps out of the back and looks ready to fight as he heads down to the ring as well. Vladimir undoes his title belt and hand it to Rattler for safe keeping.

Vladimir then pulls up the flap on the side of the ring and drops down to his knees, looking for weapons. Vladimir pulls out some chairs and begins to toss them into the ring. He throws in a kendo stick, a pipe, a barb wired baseball bat, stop sign, a telephone, and an aluminum kitchen sink.

JP: Look, he's even got the kitchen sink!
Ray: MR. Michael...
JM: What now?
Ray: Can I have your number too?
JM: Don't get fruity with me! I'll smack the sh*t of you!

Vladimir grabs out a brick wrapped in barbed wire and rolls into the ring. The bell rings and Vladimir throws the brick past Gnarfflinger, hitting Emblem in the chest and sending him over the side of the turnbuckle. Emblems shoulder hits against the outside part of the ring and then falls onto the mats below, clutching his chest as he gets up to one foot, swearing.

JM: He's not even in the match! What a cheapshot!
Ray: I hope Vladimir kicks his @ss good, you close minded prick.
JM: WHAT did you say?
Ray: I said... With the skill of Gnarfflinger, he should win this quick....
JM: Damn straight.

Vladimir goes for a clothesline, but Gnarffling ducks it and they turn around, Gnarfflinger beginning to rock Vladimir with some quick rights.

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TBCB anyone

[gnarfflinger]

With the momentum from a series of right hands, the Butcher then mixes rights and lefts backing Vlad to the corner. The Butcher then pushes him against the turnbuckles with his left hand...rears back his right hand for a monstrous haymaker...and boots Vlad right square in the nuts.

Ray: NOOOOOOOOOOO!

JP: A blatant Cheap shot by the Butcher.

JM: Yeah, gotta love his style.

Meanwhile Gnarfflinger then browses Vlad's selection of toys, settling on the stop sign. The Butcher holds it up to wild applause, but turns around to find that Vlad is not only on his feet, but the top rope as well, and dropkicks the sign into the Butcher's face!

JP: That stopped him.

Ray: Right in the face. No great loss.

JM: If I ever decide to kick your ass, remind me to watch for your jokes...

Vlad, struck with a flair for the ironic, grabs Gnarff's frying pan. Vlad raises it up, and brings it crashing down into the skull of the Butcher.

JP: It's not like hte Butcher didn't have it coming.

Ray: But Vlad hit him in the head, you can't hurt that nut job by hitting him in the head...

JM: I'll tell him you said that...

With the Butcher down, Vlad sees Emblem getting to his feet, and obviously not thrilled about the cheap shot. Vlad trades the Frying pan for a steel chair, and moves over towards Emblem. After knocking Emblem off the apron, Vlad goes to the floor to neutralize him once and for all. After two chair shots, Emblem retaliates with a low blow. At that point, the Butcher, with frying pan in hand, comes off the top rope delivering an arabian skull crusher to Vlad. Both men hit the floor.

Crowd: *chants* Holy Shit!

JP: The Butcher just delivered a punishing, potentially decisive blow to Vlad, but at what cost? The Butcher may have hurt himself almost as bad on that move!

Ray: Vlad! NO!, Not that face!

JM: Gnarff will do anything to hurt anyone at any time! That's why we love him in the Outlaws! And that's why he's going to be a dominant force in the Colonel Division, and a future Hall of Famer!

Vlad is not moving. Gnarfflinger is roling on the floor in pain, but with a huge grin on his face...

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir's bodygaurd suddenly makes his way over to the scene and picks up Emblem, kneeing him in the gut and then throwing him into the turnpost, Emblem's shoulder smacking against steel.

Rattler picks Gnarfflinger up and rolls him into the ring before helping Vladimir up slowly. After a moment, Vladimir seems able to finally stand on his own. However, it's short lived as Gnarfflinger has gotten up and comes running at them, hurling himself over the top rope and taking down both Vlad and Rattler with a crossbody.

JP: Wow, Gnarf is really taking the fight to Vladimir tonight.
JM: Gnarf ALWAYS takes the fight to his opponents. The man doesn't even care if he wins, he just wants to hurt people.
Ray: But Vlad will beat him, I know it.
JM: What makes you so sure?
Ray: He's sexier.

AS the three men begin to get to their feet, Emblem comes from the side and jumps past Vlad and Gnarf, nailing Rattler with a forearm and beginning to throw wild punches on him. Gnarfflinger grabs Vladimir and punches him in the head before rolling him into the ring.

Gnarfflinger climbs onto the apron and grabs the top rope using it to catapult himself in a flip onto Vladimir. Vladimir gets the knees up in time and leaves Gnarf to crash onto them.

Vladimir quickly gets up and watches Gnarf roll around on the mat before he gets up as well. Vladimir runs at him and Gnarf jumps up, nailing Vlad with a dropkick that sends him going back across the ring.

JP: Vladimir should have watched himself there. He got a head full of steam and Gnarfflinger took advantage of it.
JM: Why wouldn't he? Gnarfflinger is a smart man.

Outside the ring, Rattler and Emblem brawl around more until Rattler tosses him headfirst into the steel stairs.

AS Vladimir is getting up, Gnarfflinger takes a running start and grabs Vladimir's head, swinging his feet up and planting Vlad with a DDT onto the road sign. Getting quickly back up, Gnarf throws a taunt before kicking Vladimir a few times.

JP: It seem Gnarf is completely taking control here.
Ray: Yes, he's really dominating Vlad.

Vladimir takes his time getting up and Gnarf shoves him into the corner, kicking Vlad as Vlad is reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a pair of brass knucks and swings at Gnarfflinger, who ducks the shot and picks up the kendo stick, turning and cracking it against the back of Vlad's head.

Vladimir drops down to his knees and clutches his head and Gnarfflinger grins at a sadistic idea. He grabs Vlad's hair and pulls his head back, leaving his face in the air as he pulls the Kendo stick up.

JP: He's going to smash him in the face!

Vladimir quickly delivers a shot to the ribs with the brass knucks though, stopping Gnarf. He hits him in the ribs a few more times, but Gnarfflinger gets angry and swings the kendo stick through the pain, the wood making a sick crack as it slams against Vlad's face.

Ray: OW! NOT THE FACE!!!
Justin and JP both look over at Ray and shake their heads in shame.

TBCB Gnarf or ...*shrugs* whoever

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: Sorry for the delay, the page wouldn't load last night.

Gnarfflinger discards the now broken Kendo stick. Vlad connects to the side of the jaw this time, rocking the Butcher back. Vlad continues teh assault busting the Butcher open. The Butcher fights back biting Vlad's forehead.

Ray: *sobbing* His face, His beautiful face...
JM: If you don't shut up I'll throw you in the ring with Gnarf...
JP: Thanks Mr. Michael. I'd like to see that actually...

Vlad dislodges the Butcher with a knee to the midsection. Vlad then grabs a chair, but his shot is disrupted with a low Blow.

Ray is heard openly weeping at ringside. It is so pitiful that JP almost feels obligated to console him. Security escorts the inconsolable commentator to the back.

In the ring, The two combatants have begun trading shots, when Vlad whips the Butcher into the ropes, grabs a chair and after coming off the far ropes prepares to drive the chair into Gnarf's skull, but the Crazy Canadian ducks, driving his shoulder into chest of Vlad. He then lifts Vlad on to his shoulder with a bearhug, jumping into the air and with the forward momentum spins in the air driving his victim down with a spinebuster onto the stop sign...

The Butcher then sets up a table, pours thumbtacks all over it...

TBC: Anyone...

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Vladimir gasps for air as he is slowly making his way to his feet. Gnarfflinger comes over and punches Vladimir in the head before beginning to move him towards the table.

Seeing the table, Vladimir gets a new breath at not wanting to be the unfortunate man to go through, and elbows Gnarf in the gut before slamming his head against the table. Gnarf's head bounces against it and he stumbles away from it, digging at a couple of tacks in his forehead.

Vladimir wraps his arms around Gnarf's abdomen and jerks him into the air, planting him into a chair with a German suplex. He rolls through and situates Gnarf in a pinning position. The referee drops down but only gets a 1 and a half before Gnarf kicks out, throwing Vladimir forward.

JP: Vlad's going to have to try a lot harder if he hopes to walk away with the victory tonight.
Ray: He'll still be a winner in my book... unless Gnarf messes up his pretty face.
JM: Oh, shut up! Gnarf is going to mess his face up big time!

Vladimir yells about a slow count and the referee begins to argue with him. Vladimir turns around and picks up a lead pipe as he watches Gnarf begin to get up. Suddenly, he turns though, and cracks the referee in the forehead with the pipe, dropping him to the mat. Vlad pushes him out of the ring with his foot and smiles, turning around to deal with Gnarf.

Gnarfflinger sees Vladimir turn to beat on the referee and quickly gets up, grabbing a chair and setting it up. He bounces off the ropes, almost running into the table he'd set up and comes back, leaping up on the chair as Vlad is turning around. He hooks the head in midair and drops back, driving Vladimir's skull into the steel seat.

JP: BEAUTIFUL DDT! Gnarfflinger teaching Vladimir that you don't take your eyes off of the action in the ring.
Ray: NOT THE FACE AGAIN!!
JM: Oh yeah! Go Gnarf!

Gnarf picks Vladimir up and sets him face down on the table before grabbing his frying pan and spinning it around a few times before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Gnarf measures it up, then leaps off, nailing Vladimir with an Arabian skull crusher and both men breaking the table in half.

JP: HOLY SHIT!
Ray: I think Gnarf just wants to mess up Vlad's face... he's jealous of his beauty!
JM: Awww.... poor Ray, you gonna cry? You gonna cry, Ray?
Ray: *sniffles and pouts* ...No.

Gnarf gets back up and picks Vladimir up, revealing that Vladimir has dozens of thumbtacks driven deeply into his cheek and eyebrow, blood flowing around the silver circles. Blood also flows down from his ear, running down his cheek as well.

JP: Look at all those damn thumbtacks stuck deep in Vladimir's face. He's not even responsive enough to notice them!
JM: Ha! Looks like Vladimir just wasn't prepared for the brutality of Gnarfflinger the Butcher!
JP: Oh God! His ear, blood is running from his ear again! I think Gnarfflinger busted that eardrum further, again, whatever it is.

Gnarf lets go of Vlad and watches him shift around, barely keeping from falling to any one side. Gnarf grins and runs back, bouncing hard against the ropes, coming back and launching himself into the air, looking for the Disarmer. Vladimir ducks and turns, grabbing Gnarfflinger by the head with one of his hands and reaching up and hooking one of Gnarf's legs, holding him onto his shoulders.

JP: He turned it around! Vladimir barely escaped the Disarmer, but he's back in business!
JM: NO!

Vladimir struggles to, but tosses Gnarf's legs up into the air and spins him forward, bringing him down and dropping to one knee for the Painkiller. The back of Gnarfflinger's head slams against Vladimir head and jerks him forward into a sitting position, before slumping over heavily.

Vladimir hooks the leg as a new referee slides into the ring.

1...2... Emblem runs in and pulls Vladimir off of Gnarfflinger suddenly. Rattler comes in from the other side of the ring and nails Emblem with a forearm across the head, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Rattler climbs out and goes after him, but the referee is quickly fed up and bans both of them from ring side.

Rattler is unhappy about it, but makes his way up the ramp shaking his head, taking Vladimir's Solid Core title with him.

Taking a moment to get up, a pissed off Emblem heads to the back as well.

JM: Tough break for them.
JP: Oh, this is going I suck cocks... I'm sure you wouldn't jump in, would you, Mr. Michael? *sarcastic*
JM: Of course not, I'd never break the rules. *sarcastic as well*

TBCB Gnarf

[gnarfflinger]

Meanwhile in the ring, Vlad is frustrated that Emblem broke up the three count. He removes the padding from the top turnbuckle. He then lifts the Butcher to his feet, attemts an Irish whip, bit the Butcher reverses, sending Vlad into the now exposed steel.

JM: Just when you think you've got all the answers, Gnarf beats you to the punch!

Gnarfflinger then vaults to the top turnbuckle. As Vlad struggles to his feet, the Butcher flies off the top rope with a Decapitator. He then lifts Vlad into a Disarmer. AS the Butcher jumps aggravating the thumbtacked back, the Butcher drops to his knees, flipping Vlad face first into the exposed steel again!

JP: It looks like the Butcher is going for the kill!
JM: He's just getting warmed up. He told us backstage that he didn't give a damn if he won or lost, only that Vlad went through hell tonight.
Ray: NO, Not that pretty, beautiful face!

The Butcher then goes to ringside. He reaches under the ring, throws a fire extinguisher uinto the ring, then produces a hockey stick! The Butcher then returns to the ring, lines up the strike with the Hockey Stick--only to have Vlad spray the Butcher int eh face with the Fire Extinguisher!

Ray: YAY! Go Vlad! Make him pay for what he did to your face!
JP: It looks like Vlad has turned the tables on that psychopath!
JM: That's okay JP, you don't drag someone through hell without getting burned yourself. Don't worry about Gnarf!
JP: Who said I was worried...

During that exchange, Vlad bluidgeoned the Butcher with the Fire Extinguisher, dropping him. Vlad goes for the pin, but only gets a two count. An Angry Vlad grabs a Chair and delivers three punishing shots to Gnarf's back as he tries to get back to his feet. He grabs Gnarf by the hair, drives his head three times into the exposed steel...

JP: Vlad is now in a dominating position!
Ray: I like to see Vlad in a dominating position...
JM: Too Little, Too Late. The Coven knows that they are in a war they can't win. While maybe they could intimidate a sane foe, why do you think we sent in the Butcher? No matter what you do to him, his will is indominable...

Vlad hears that, points at Justin and screams that the Coven will destroy the Outlaws, only to receive a blow to the nads from the Butcher. Gnarf then applies a wrist lock, mounts the top rope for a Disarmer...taked the two steps, but is knocked off the rope by Vlad. The Butcher hangs on, and as his feet hit the apron outside, the momentum allows Gnarfflinger to flip Vlad over the top rope and through the announce table. Ray kneels over Vlad weeping! The Butcher meanwhile grabs a chair, runs off the apron, dropping the chair and an elbow onto Vlad as Justin pulls Ray out of harm's way just in time...

Ray: You really do like me...
JM: Yeah, Right, I just didn't want Gnarff to waste a shot at Vlad. That's all. If you piss me off, I'll personally throw you in the Boiler Room with Gnarf!
JP: Ladies and Gentlemen, This is a scene of total carnage. You see the blood, the broken bodies, the damages to the ring and the ringside area, but what no picture does justice to is the insane smile on the bloody face of Gnarfflinger the Butcher...

TBC: Anyone...

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Gnarfflinger is first to rise from the wreckage, picking up the chair with him. He grabs Vladimir by the wrist and drags him over to the turnpost, setting Vladimir's head against it. Gnarf smacks the chair and brings it back before slamming it against Vladimir's skull, a sickening thud being heard all around.

Before anyone can even take in the damage of the first shot, Gnarf follows with several more, blasting Vladimir's head into the post with that chair again and again.

JM: And that is why no man wants to step into that ring with Gnarfflinger the butcher. He just doesn't care for human safety, he lives to destroy!
JP: But this is where it comes to a question. Vladimir is a survivor in that ring. He has taken some of the most brutal punishment we've seen. Can he withstand the brutality of Gnarfflinger the butcher though?
JM: Of course not! Gnarfflinger is unlike anything Vladimir's dealt with before. He is relentless and besides, Vladimir is just taking it, he's barely fighting back!

Gnarf picks Vladimir up and rolls him into the ring, following him in and going for the pin.

1...2.. kickout at the last second.

Gnarf hooks the leg and tries again.

1...2...kickout

A frustrated Gnarfflinger gets up and looks around the ring for weapons. He finds his frying pan and climbs up to the top. He leaps off for an arabian face crusher, but Vladimir rolls out of the way.

Vladimir slowly pulls himself up using the ropes as Gnarfflinger is getting up. Gnarfflinger is quicker on the draw however and hits Vladimir across the back with the frying pan. His back arches as he loses strength in his legs and falls to his knees. Gnarf pulls Vladimir's head back and lifts the frying pan high into the air. Vlad falls back through Gnarf's legs and swiftly kicks him in the crotch.

Gnarfflinger leaps up at the sudden pain and drops back down, falling next to Vladimir.

JP: Vladimir's still hanging in there! A quickly thought move there.
JM: Shut up, Gnarf's still going to kill him!
Ray: Go Gnarf, beat him good!
JP: Traitor! I thought you were rooting for Vlad!
Ray: I was thinking though... maybe Vlad will let me nurse his wounds.

Vladimir pulls the frying pan from Gnarfflinger's grip and slams it down onto Gnarf's hand. Gnarf holds his hand against his stomach and rolls over, protecting it from danger for the moment.

Vladimir pulls on the arm and gets it stretched out, moving Gnafflinger into a fujiwara armbar. Resting his abdomen onto Gnarf's shoulder, he holds onto Gnarf's middle and pointer fingers in one hand and pinky and ring finger in the other and pulls them in opposite directions. Gnarfflinger yells in pain as he tries to find a way out of it, wiggling about.

JP: That HAS to hurt! Vladimir is fighting back again, there may be hope for him!
JM: Well, it's not enough. Vladimir can't hold a candle to Gnarf when it comes to getting sadistic and sick and twisted.

Vladimir hold tightly to it though and stretches the fingers further apart. Vladimir holds the arm and pushes it down to the mat, holding it as he gets up to his feet. He jumps up and stomps down hard onto it with both hands, Gnarfflinger yelling and cussing as he rolls out of the ring to put distance between Vladimir and him for a moment.

TBCB Gnarf

((Sorry if tonights one sucks, I'm pretty tired))

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: I'm a bit tired myself. I guess that this fight will continue to be even. But is watching ECW while posting copnsidered cheating?

Vlad calls for the Microphone.

VTS: There's your sick, sadistic bastard. There's your Butcher. I've taken everything he could dish out and still outlasted him. Go home, Gnarf, you'll never be the true Hardcore Icon. You'll never last in the Coven's playground.

The Butcher crawld into the ring, still shielding his fingers.

VTS: You think you want more? *kicks the Butcher in the ribs* Why don't you say the two words you've been dying to say all f***ing night!

AS Vlad bends over to shove the microphone in the Butcher's face, Gnarf springs up tossing a blast of flame ionto the face of Vlad!

Ray: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
JP: Now that's just uncalled for!
JM: He wasn't kidding about playing hardball!

Vlad is now writhing in pain, and the Butcher has the microphone...

GtB: F*** you!

The butcher continues to assault the face of Vlad with the microphone. The butcher continues by biting the skull of his opponent...

JP: Now that sick freak is biting Vlad...
Ray: Please Vlad, Tap out! Think of that pretty face!
JM: I see why he skipped dessert tonight...

The Butcher continues to apply right hands to Vlad's bloodied and burned face, when Vlad finds a piece of broken kendo stick and catches the butcher int he forehead. Vlad continues the assault to the Butcher. Vlad then decides to dig into Gnarf's bag of tricks and connects with an Arabian Skull Crusher of his own, using the chair under his leg and the Stop Sign under Gnarf's head. He rolls the Butcher over and falls on top of him.

1...2...the Butcher kicks out as the ref's hand carries through to the three....

JP: He almost had him...
JM: I'll give Vlad credit for more than just getting in the ring instead of faking sick. He got the hit he wanted and tried to get the win. But it didn't work. Gnarf refuses to lose, caring only to inflict pain and suffering.
Ray: Then why doesn't he just stick to Karaoke and leave Vlad's pretty face alone?

Vlad, after pitching a little fit, grabs the chair again, and repays the smashing that Gnarf gave Vlad outside the ring. Vlad then tries to pin the Butcher again, but again the kickout. Vlad then goes to the ring side and pulls a nightstick from under the ring. As Vlad returns to the ring and brings down the first strike, Gnarf quickly twists and rolls Vlad into a Small package...

JP: Gnarff has Vlad in a Small package...
Ray: You take that back! There's nothing small about Vlad's package!
JM: Ray, SHUT THE HELL UP!

Vlad kicks out, but the Butcher retrieves both the Nightstick and the Microphone. He then adopts a full mount on Vlad, no doubt invoking Ray's jealousy. Using the Nightstick to choke Vlad, he uses the microphone to serenade him with his own theme music...

(You had to pick a Judas Priest sone I'd never heard of, didn't you)

TBC: Vlad (or anyone really, there's plenty of whoop ass for you next show...)

[Vladimir T. Strife]

((Of course that's cheating, now you must give up and give me the victory...>.> I wish, lol))

Mockingly, Gnarfflinger sings into Vladimir's face.

"He... is... the painkiller... this ...is... the painkiller!"

Getting a little too close, Vladimir suddenly bites onto Gnarfflinger's nose. Gnarf screams and drops the microphone, trying to push Vladimir off but only stretching his nose and causing more pain. He delivers a sharp punch to Vlad's face, finally breaking it.

Gnarfflinger punches several more times in the face and then gets up, looking for a weapon. He picks up his frying pan and the microphone and waits for Vladimir to get up to his feet.

"Hey, Vladimir... this.. is your career. THIS is your career... on drugs."

Gnarfflinger finishes with a hard shot to the skull that drops Vladimir where he stands, crashing to the mat with his eyes shut.

JP: What is that madman doing!? He might have just killed Vladimir!
JM: That's exactly the point!

Gnarfflinger covers Vladimir, feeling as though his job is complete.

1...2... Vladimir pokes the referee in the eye.

Gnarfflinger turns and sees the referee holding his face and feels like the referee is screwing him over. He gets up, pissed off, and picks the referee up, kicking him in the stomach and doubling him over before devastating him with a piledriver.

JP: Ah... Vladimir showing no love loss for the referee as usual.
Ray: What is his problem with referee's anyhow?
JM: Penis envy, probably.

Vladimir slowly gets to his feet while Gnarf is assaulting the referee. Before he can take advantage of the situation though, Gnarfflinger notices him and picks up a chair, tossing it hard into Vladimir's face and sending him backing up into the ropes and wrapping and arm over one to keep standing.

Gnarfflinger comes in quickly, kicking Vlad in the ribs and then smashing his elbow into Vlad's jaw. He climbs out of the ring then and reaches under the ring, sliding 5 light tubes into the ring and then pulling out a barbed wire baseball bat.

JP: Oh no, the weapons are getting even more dangerous here tonight! This has become a brutal gladitor like bout to the death!
JM: Anytime you step into the ring with Gnarfflinger or any member of the Outlaws, you are risking your career and your life. We are the best in the business.

Gnarf climbs onto the ring apron and raises the bat high for all the audience to see, then climbs back into the ring. Vladimir interrupts with a kick to the second rope that send it up between Gnarf's legs as he's getting in, causing him to drop the bat and fall over into the ring.

Vladimir takes a second to catch his break and recoup, but it's short lived as Gnarf grabs one of the light tubes and busts it acrossed Vladimir's face. Gnarf gets up as Vladimir is stumbling around and stabs Vladimir in the face with the part of the tube still in his hand. Vladimir drops to his knees and clutches his face, but Gnarfflinger forces his hand away and pulls his head back, jabbing the glass into Vladimir's cheek and digging into it.

Blood begins to pour from Vladimir's mouth and as he opens it to yell, blood covered glass can be seen within it, the tube remains having stabbed through his cheek. Gnarfflinger moves it up and down, the glass moving about inside of Vlad's mouth as more blood pours out.

Ray grabs a small trashcan and pukes into it.
JP: That is sickening! Somebody stop that man!
JM: Not going to happen. Gnarfflinger doesn't take orders from anyone. And this here is why he is called the butcher.

Gnarf pulls the tube out and slams it onto Vlad's forehead, busting the rest of the glass. He gets to one knee behind Vladimir and sticks his finger into his mouth, pulling outward on the cheeks in a fishhook submission. Vladimir screams and squirms about in pain. Suddenly, the scream increases as one of Gnarfflinger's fingers poke through the tear in his cheek, the end of the finger hanging through and showing.

This time, JP pukes over to the side as well, unable to handle the gruesome torture the butcher is inflicting upon Vladimir.

Gnarfflinger yelps out in pain now as Vladimir bites down hard onto his fingers. The end of Gnarf's finger retreats back from the hole as he yells out and headbutts Vladimir. Vlad holds on though and Gnarfflinger leans down and bites into his bloody forehead again, Vladimir yelling again and letting go.

Gnarfflinger pulls his fingers out and lets go of his bite, looking down to his fingers which are bloodied now, partly from torn skin and partly from Vladimir's mouth.

After a moment to recoupe, both men make it up to their feet and Gnarfflinger comes quickly after Vladimir, but Vladimir kicks him in the stomach and then spin DDT's him onto the frying pan.

JM: Get up, show him who is boss, Gnarf!
JP and Ray both hold onto trashcans for dear life, unable to continue watching the match.
Justin looks at the two of them and smirks.
JM: Panzies.

Vladimir picks up the microphone as he is getting up and wobbles around.

"Gnarfflinger, you are one sick f*ck! You really are a hardcore icon... I admire you when it comes to your sadistic ways. But I'm top dog... I am THE best! No butchers.. no rockers... no elfs... no futures... NOBODY is going to stop me!"

Vladimir picks up the barbed wire bat and rakes it back and forth across Gnarfs head, but Gnarf quickly grabs some of the wire and pulls it off while part of it is still grinding against his flesh. He punches Vladimir in the throat, causing him to direct his attention to the sudden burst of pain. Gnarfflinger then takes and turns the bat around the rope, twisting rope onto it. He takes his strand and forces it into Vladimir's mouth, through the hole in the cheek. Gnarfflinger ties the end to the part that's going into the mouth, leaving Vladimir's cheek in a loop of barbed wire, leashing him to the rope.

JM: Now THAT'S Sadistic! Go Gnarf!!!

Gnarfflinger uses the advantage to kick Vladimir in the ribs and punch him upside the head. Vladimir, enraged in the pain, grabs the wire and closes his eyes tightly before yanking his head back and pulling the wire. It rips through the flesh of his cheeck and leaves him with half of a wide smile as the cheek is ripped completely in half on one side.

Vladimir winces hard in pain and Gnarfflinger stands in shock before kneeing Vlad in the ribs. Vlad doesn't seem to feel it and suddenly grabs Gnarfflinger head and holds onto it, leaping onto the rest of the light tubes and driving Gnarf's face into them.

JP: I think I'm al- *pukes again*
JM: Yeah... that is pretty sick looking.

Vladimir rolls over and grabs the microphone again.

"Stand vack for exciter!"

The 'b' fails to form through the bloody mouth.

Vladimir crawls over to the corner of the ring and grab his barb wired brick, then crawls back over and lifts it up with both hands into the air before slamming it down hard against Gnarfflinger's ribcage.

Gnarf holds his arm close to the ribs to cover the pain. Vladimir forces his mouth open and sticks the narrow end of the brick into Gnarfflinger's mouth.

Vladimir rolls him over and gets up to his feet, stomping onto the back of Gnarf's head and driving his teeth into the brick.

Vladimir then brings his arm under Gnarfflinger's right arm and wraps it up around it, bringing his left arm across the front of Gnarf's neck and then grabbing onto his other wrist. Vladimir squats down over Gnarfflinger's back and jerks upwards, pulling the Tazzmission tight, sending Gnarfflinger swearing and yelling out in pain.

JM: That idiot! Gnarfflinger will never say die!

TBCB Gnarfflinger

((I think I did good, I always have a mental image and as completely and utterly rare as it is, my stomach feels a little uneasy. Sorry I got so carried away! >.<))

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: You never said the song was Painkiller, that was the First Judas Priest cassette I ever bought!.

As the Butcher is about to falter, he shifts slightly and is able to rain Elbows into Vlad's Ribs. After three punishing shotsd, Vlad is forced to release the Butcher...

JM: It looks like Gnarf found his way out of anything. He always says that there is no problem that sheer savagery can't make worse for the other guy...

Gnarfflinger rolls over, finds the baseball bat with Barbes wire on it. Vlad goes to re-establish the hold, but the Butcher is waiting with the bat. As Vlad reels back, Gnarf gets to his feet. He continues to pound on Vlad, running the barbes wire all over the face. Ray is inconsolable, sobbing uncontrolably between vomitting...

JM: Someone get this wuss out of here? It's hard to appreciate this masterpiece from Gnarf with this guy whining all the time...

The Butcher then places Vlad's head on the Stop sign, and delivers 3 con Chair tos to Vlad, then falls on top of him for the pin...

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I was tole the deadline was close and I have to get up in about 5 hours...