Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Mar 7, 2007 5:47:42 GMT -5
Unceremoniously, Vladimir Strife comes from the back shoving Draigon towards the ring. The crowd raises to their feet in applause when they see the hardcore champion back, still buzzing about the electric pool match and the things that had happened backstage.
JP: It's Vladimir! He's back! And he's got Draigon!
Ray: Yay! My sexy hero... well, villian.
Vladimir forces Draigon into the ring and gets in, stomping and dropping his knee on him. Lizzie hands Vladimir a microphone and he smashes Draigon upside the head with it before addressing the crowd.
"SHUT THE HELL UP! We have a serious problem. Little sh*ts like this f*ck-"
Vladimir kicks Draigon hard in the face.
"Like this f*cker think that they can defeat the Coven. They all want to come out here and meddle in everyone's f*cking business. So, I'm going to tell all of you brown-nosers... EXPECIALLY 3... that there is hell to pay and you're looking at he f*cking debt collector!!"
"Human Wreckingball and Rhaps... I've got you... Oh, you will see... I'm going to show you a kind of pain that only hell can offer! I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to make you sweat, I'm going to make you break, I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to make you unconscious, I am going to make you cry and godd@mnit, did I mention that I am going to make you bleed!!"
The audience roars at the last line, loving it.
"SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU INBRED 2-TOOTH SH*TSTAINS!!!"
Part of the audience continues to cheer.
"I SAID SHUT UP!! I WILL RIP YOUR HEADS OFF AND F*CK YOUR NECKS!!!"
The audience gets creeped out and goes silent with the exceptions of a few cheers still.
JP: Wow... He's pretty pissed off..
Ray: Spend a while in a mental ward and see if you aren't..
"But I've got bigger fish to fry... You see, I handed over my jockstrap to be washed last week and just happened to notice a familiar face. A 2-bit hack named Crazy Boy who got his @ss handed to him back in SCW in a match just being my manager! Apparently, he couldn't handle it. And now he's crying about a little brutality... crying that he can't wrestle ever again. Well, I don't care if it's here and sanctioned by a doctor or at your house while you're on your deathbed. Crazy Boy, we have some business to settle... and I WILL collect on the raincheck we set for your @ssbeating!"
"And for the top of my sh*tlist... Brett Steel. You want to meddle in my business... be the big hero? Save some poor f*cking hick from getting himself killed? Well, there's a lesson I heard a long time ago... You can't save them all. ANd Brett... you can't... because you can't save yourself. You ran to this ring because you felt at that moment that your life was worth risking to stand in the ring with me. But it's not, no matter how good it might make you look, Brett. So give it up. We ALL know that I am truly a better technician and a better Fighty fighty person than you could ever be, no matter how many steroids a day you're up to!"
"They say actions speak louder than words, so let me see if I can't convey this to you..."
Vladimir pulls Draigon to his feet and hooks his arms tiger style. A look of fury on his face, he easily pulls Draigon up and then drops to one knee, dropping Draigon's shoulders, neck and head onto his knee in a modified Skesis Driver.
JP: Jesus Christ! Draigon's probably out cold!
Vladimir leans with Draigon still held to the left. He lets go gently with his right arm and brings it up. He pulls Draigon's foot back and locks it under his armpit, then hooks the arm again. Vlad then leans to the right and does the same thing with Draigon's left foot and arm. He stands back up to his feet, holding Draigon in the Skesis Driver position only with the calfs of his legs touching the back of his thighs.
Vladimir pulls his forearms slowly upward, bowing Draigon's body outward. Draigon screams out in pain as he feels the pain through his legs and entire torso. He begins to scream loudly and uses his hand to smack the side of his ribs repeatedly, tapping out to the hold as his head is forced back at the agony.
Vladimir hops up a few inches and drops to a sitting position. Draigon's forehead is driven hard into the mat and forced back further as his feet and legs are pulled down towards the mat, bowing his body out severely and promptly. Vladimir lets go of Draigon's arms and legs, letting him drop limply to the mat where he begins to convulse.
Vladimir gets up to his feet and picks the microphone.
"I call that the Skesis Death Driver.... Clear Enough?"
Vladimir drops the microphone down next to Draigon and walks off as the sounds of Draigon wheezing and gasping for air come through the P.A.
EMT's rush past Vladimir as he is coming up the ramp and run out to the ring, quickly checking on Draigon and bringing a stretcher out for him. One of them shoves Vladimir and begins to scream at him, but Vladimir shoves him back and the man shuts up and looks pained as he looks at Vladimir. He then turns and runs out to the ring with the others, quickly getting Draigon on a stretcher.
Vladimir stops at the top of the ramp and takes a last look back at the carnage he's created, then turns and heads to the back.
As they begin to carry Draigon out of the building on the stretcher, they use a towel to wipe a heavy flow of blood from his mouth and throw another one over a small pool of blood left behind on the mat.
~End Of Thread~
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JP: It's Vladimir! He's back! And he's got Draigon!
Ray: Yay! My sexy hero... well, villian.
Vladimir forces Draigon into the ring and gets in, stomping and dropping his knee on him. Lizzie hands Vladimir a microphone and he smashes Draigon upside the head with it before addressing the crowd.
"SHUT THE HELL UP! We have a serious problem. Little sh*ts like this f*ck-"
Vladimir kicks Draigon hard in the face.
"Like this f*cker think that they can defeat the Coven. They all want to come out here and meddle in everyone's f*cking business. So, I'm going to tell all of you brown-nosers... EXPECIALLY 3... that there is hell to pay and you're looking at he f*cking debt collector!!"
"Human Wreckingball and Rhaps... I've got you... Oh, you will see... I'm going to show you a kind of pain that only hell can offer! I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to make you sweat, I'm going to make you break, I'm going to make you bleed, I'm going to make you unconscious, I am going to make you cry and godd@mnit, did I mention that I am going to make you bleed!!"
The audience roars at the last line, loving it.
"SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU INBRED 2-TOOTH SH*TSTAINS!!!"
Part of the audience continues to cheer.
"I SAID SHUT UP!! I WILL RIP YOUR HEADS OFF AND F*CK YOUR NECKS!!!"
The audience gets creeped out and goes silent with the exceptions of a few cheers still.
JP: Wow... He's pretty pissed off..
Ray: Spend a while in a mental ward and see if you aren't..
"But I've got bigger fish to fry... You see, I handed over my jockstrap to be washed last week and just happened to notice a familiar face. A 2-bit hack named Crazy Boy who got his @ss handed to him back in SCW in a match just being my manager! Apparently, he couldn't handle it. And now he's crying about a little brutality... crying that he can't wrestle ever again. Well, I don't care if it's here and sanctioned by a doctor or at your house while you're on your deathbed. Crazy Boy, we have some business to settle... and I WILL collect on the raincheck we set for your @ssbeating!"
"And for the top of my sh*tlist... Brett Steel. You want to meddle in my business... be the big hero? Save some poor f*cking hick from getting himself killed? Well, there's a lesson I heard a long time ago... You can't save them all. ANd Brett... you can't... because you can't save yourself. You ran to this ring because you felt at that moment that your life was worth risking to stand in the ring with me. But it's not, no matter how good it might make you look, Brett. So give it up. We ALL know that I am truly a better technician and a better Fighty fighty person than you could ever be, no matter how many steroids a day you're up to!"
"They say actions speak louder than words, so let me see if I can't convey this to you..."
Vladimir pulls Draigon to his feet and hooks his arms tiger style. A look of fury on his face, he easily pulls Draigon up and then drops to one knee, dropping Draigon's shoulders, neck and head onto his knee in a modified Skesis Driver.
JP: Jesus Christ! Draigon's probably out cold!
Vladimir leans with Draigon still held to the left. He lets go gently with his right arm and brings it up. He pulls Draigon's foot back and locks it under his armpit, then hooks the arm again. Vlad then leans to the right and does the same thing with Draigon's left foot and arm. He stands back up to his feet, holding Draigon in the Skesis Driver position only with the calfs of his legs touching the back of his thighs.
Vladimir pulls his forearms slowly upward, bowing Draigon's body outward. Draigon screams out in pain as he feels the pain through his legs and entire torso. He begins to scream loudly and uses his hand to smack the side of his ribs repeatedly, tapping out to the hold as his head is forced back at the agony.
Vladimir hops up a few inches and drops to a sitting position. Draigon's forehead is driven hard into the mat and forced back further as his feet and legs are pulled down towards the mat, bowing his body out severely and promptly. Vladimir lets go of Draigon's arms and legs, letting him drop limply to the mat where he begins to convulse.
Vladimir gets up to his feet and picks the microphone.
"I call that the Skesis Death Driver.... Clear Enough?"
Vladimir drops the microphone down next to Draigon and walks off as the sounds of Draigon wheezing and gasping for air come through the P.A.
EMT's rush past Vladimir as he is coming up the ramp and run out to the ring, quickly checking on Draigon and bringing a stretcher out for him. One of them shoves Vladimir and begins to scream at him, but Vladimir shoves him back and the man shuts up and looks pained as he looks at Vladimir. He then turns and runs out to the ring with the others, quickly getting Draigon on a stretcher.
Vladimir stops at the top of the ramp and takes a last look back at the carnage he's created, then turns and heads to the back.
As they begin to carry Draigon out of the building on the stretcher, they use a towel to wipe a heavy flow of blood from his mouth and throw another one over a small pool of blood left behind on the mat.
~End Of Thread~
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