Post by gnarfflinger on May 20, 2007 20:43:18 GMT -7
JP: And now for the Main event of the evening!
Ray: This will be horrible, unless Gnarfflinger gets horribly mangled byu Vlad...
LM: Ladies and Gentlemen, It's time for our Main event!
The Lights go dark. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers.
LM: Introducing first, from West Lorne, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 281 lbs, he is the Charging Glory Champion, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!
Gnarfflinger makes his way to the ring, toting two garbage cans ful of weapons.
JP: Gnarfflinger has been experimenting on new ways to hurt people in the weeks leading up to this match.
Ray: And what's that on his arms?
JP: He appears to have taped his fists and forearms then wrapped them in Barbed Wire!
Ray: Gnarfflinger has sunk to a new low of depravity! Vlad, for the love of God, stay home! Don't risk your beautiful face!
The Butcher throws both cans in the ring and spreads them arround the rings. He hands the Charging Glory title belt off to the referee, but keeps the tag team belt (assuming I didn't lose it to Hawkeye and Lrey, the results weren't posted yet) around his waist...
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 21, 2007 21:27:11 GMT -7
Lizzie: And introducing his opponent... weighing in at 269 lbs, the King Of The Deathmatch... Vladimir T. STRIFE!
All Hail The New Flesh begins to play, blaring loudly through the P.A. system. The fans stand up and watch the entrance, waiting for him to come out. Nothing happens for a few moments, the audience beginning to wondering what's going on.
Lizzie: Uhmm... Vladimir.. STRIFE!... Uhmm... that's your cue, Vlad..
Vladimir still doesn't appear yet and Gnarfflinger stands around with a smile on his face. As Lizzie is discussing things with the ring attendant, the music hit again, Vladimir stepping weakly out from the back. A bandage is wrapped around his head, courtesy of a sneak attack in the parking lot. He's holding his title outward as he walks down the ramp, wobbling a bit. Gnarfflinger begins to laugh as Vladimir falls onto the barricade, using it for support. He takes a moment and then continues down to the ring. As he stands at the end, he walks around the rings and over to the announce table.
Vladimir talks with Jimmy for a moment, Jimmy nodding and then grabbing a can from under the table. A bright red can with the word "Cocaine" written down the side. Vladimir opens the energy drink and downs it, Gnarfflinger looking at him oddly. Vladimir finishes it and shakes his head about, then rolls into the ring, appearing to have more energy quickly. He makes his way to the center ring and hands his belt to the referee.
The referee calls both men to the middle and holds up a title in each hand, showing the audience what is at stake in this match. As he's holding it up, Vladimir surprises Gnarfflinger with a boot to the crotch. Gnarf drops down hard to the mat. While he is laying there, Vladimir drops with an elbow to the back of Gnarf's head. He picks Gnarf up and hits him with a calculated shot between the eyes. Gnarfflinger responds with a knee to the ribs, causing Vladimir to cough in pain and bend over. He takes a step back and kicks hard into Vladimir's face, causing him to drop to the mat and roll onto his back, staring blankly at the stadium lights.
The bell finally rings as Gnarfflinger smiles sadistically at the downed Vladimir.
JP: This is hardly fair. Vladimir was attacked earlier in our parking lot! Gnarf easily has an advantage! Ray: Sounds like Gnarf just outsmarted him, that's all.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 23, 2007 0:38:24 GMT -7
Gnarfflinger, sensing the edge, grabs a Kendo Stick and starts in on the back of Vladmir Strife. With each strike, Vlad screams in pain. AS the Kendo Stick starts to splinter, Vlad gets a steel Chair and plants it into the groin of the Butcher, causing him to drop the Kendo Stick. Vlad strikes the Lower back of his rival, dropping him to one knee, then smashes him one in the head. Vlad then Whips the Butcher to the ropes, and charges for a clothesline, but hte Butcher counters with a back body drop on to the Barbed wire in the next ring over.
JP: This match starting out with both competitors swinging for the fences.
Ray: They both want the win, and they want it fast. The longer this match goes, the more it favours the next challenger!
The Butcher then grabs a Frying pan and climbs the top rope. Vlad is in the middle ring, now on his hands and knees holding the back which is starting a trickle of blood from the Barbed Wire. The Butcher then drives his Frying pan into the back of the head of Vlad off the Top rope. Vlad is limp from the immediate impact. The Butcher then drags Vlad by the hair and starts to run his face along the barbed wire to open some cuts on the forehead of Vlad.
JP: The Butcher is firmly in control here. Now he's punishing Vlad.
Ray: That monster is destroying that lovely face...
The Pain has awakened (and pissed off) the King of the Deathmatch, who elbows Gnarf in the balls. Vlad regains his feet with the Butcher on his shoulders. Vlad presses the Butcher and drops him chest first on the Barbed wire ropes. As the Butcher bounces back, Vlad kicks him in the stomach and lifts the Butcher for a suplex and drops him across the barbed wire!
JP: Now Vlad has turned the tables and he's in the driver's seat.
Ray: And finally that evil Troll is going to pay for what he's done to those beautiful men...
As Vlad stands up, the Butcher recovers enough to get to a springboard, grab Vlad's head and drop to the mat bouncing Vlad off the Barbed wire and up into a Suplex position, but follows up with a Cleaver Drop (lands like a Side Slam) onto the Chair that Vlad used earlier in the match...
TBC: Vlad. Oh yeah, I'm back in my element. I know that it's important to be a regular competitor, but I'm just more at home in hardcore...
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 23, 2007 1:30:37 GMT -7
Gnarfflinger is the first to get up to his feet, wait for Vladimir to get up. As he gets to his feet barely, Gnarf holds the handle of the frying pan with both hands. He winds up and swings with all his strength, smashing the metal into the top of Vladimir's skull. Vladimir drops and Gnarfflinger gets out of the ring, going after the ladder. He grabs it and slides it into one of the outer ring, following it in. Gnarfflinger throws it into the center ring and climbs into it, seeing the opportunity for an early win. He sets it up and climbs up it, Vladimir staying motionless through it all from the horrific shot from that frying pan. Gnarf reaches for the belts, but looks down to Vladimir laying on his back. He pulls his hand back and steadies himself on top of the ladder.
JP: No! How can he just give up the belts being in arms reach to fight more. IT's only just begun but this match looks over for Vlad already. He shouldn't even be out here! Ray: And yet he is... Sexy AND relentless, I love it.
Gnarfflinger signals for the Arabian Skull Crusher and flips forward off of the ladder. In the middle of his flight though, Vladimir musters the strength to roll out of the way. Gnarfflinger lands on his bottom, a loud crash ringing out as he rolls over and covers his tailbone at the rush of pain in it. He rolls around a bit, twitching a bit as the barbs stick into him. Vladimir pulls himself up to his feet while Gnarf is recovering and walks over, stomping into Gnarfflinger's chest. He rips the frying pan out of Gnarfflinger's hand and hold it tightly. He hooks Gnarfflinger's ankle under his other arm and kick him in the hamstring. Vladimir follows up by giving a grunt in anger and starting to slam the pan onto Gnarf's knee. The Butcher yells in pain and tries to squirm away. After a handful of shots and bursts of pain as metal collides with human bone, Gnarf kicks Vladimir in the chest with his free leg.
JP: Damn! Vladimir apparently isn't as bad off as we thought... He looks pissed!
Vladimir drops onto his back and gets back up to his feet, meeting Gnarfflinger as he does. Gnarf throws a punch into Vlad's temple and then rams his knee into Vlad's stomach. He snatches his frying pan back and pushes Vlad back into the ropes. He runs at Vladimir and gets a backlift over the ropes towards a table. Gnarf turns in midair though and lands on his feet just beyond the ropes though. Vladimir, not seeing this, receives another shot to the top of his skull. Vladimir ducks down and turns around, throwing a quick punch at his opponent. Gnarf watches out and grabs Vladimir though. He lifts him up into the air and drops back, suplexing Vladimir through a table. The table breaks in the middle, dropping them onto the ground in the midst of sawdust and bits of wood.
JP: Gnarfflinger is showing that he doesn't plan to be another victim of Strife. He's been in the ring with Vladimir before and he knows what he has to do. Ray: Come on... Gnarf doesn't think that. He just wants to hurt him.
Gnarfflinger gets up and pulls Vladimir up as well. Gnarfflinger whips him into the corner and follows through with a high flying splash, squishing Vladimir. He then climbs onto the second rope and starts throwing punches into Vlad's forehead, the audience counting with him one after another. At about a count of 7, Vladimir grabs onto the back of Gnarf's legs and throws him to the side, sending him over the top rope and down to the outside mats with a loud thud that causes the fans in the front row to leap to their feet and look down at him. They encourage him on and one small kid yells for Gnarfflinger to get up. As they do so, Vladimir turns around and shakes off the punches, climbing to the top rope.
Vladimir leaps off at Gnarfflinger as he gets to his feet, but the veteran Gnarfflinger expects it and surprises Vlad by moving out of the way and sending him face first into the barricade. Vladimir slams into it and quickly covers his mouth, falling down to the ground and kicking his feet in pain. Gnarfflinger looks at Vlad appearing to have a hissy fit and jumps onto the ring apron. As Vladimir stops kicking, he leaps up onto the top rope and moonsaults off of it onto Vlad, his knees hitting the barricade though and reminding him of the shots he took from his own frying pan. Gnarf rolls off of Vladimir and holds tightly onto the knee that Vlad worked over before. Meanwhile, Vladimir holds his arms over his stomach, feeling the force of the moonsault.
JP: Holy shit! Business is picking up and QUICK!!!
Gnarfflinger is first up, but Vladimir is shortly up behind him. They exchange a few punches until Vladimir ducks down and rams his shoulder into Gnarfflinger's gut. He pushes Gnarf's spine back into the turnbuckle and rushes back away from him. Vladimir runs at him again, his legs pumping furiously as he comes in hard for the spear. Gnarfflinger moves out of the way once again and Vladimir leaps into the turnpost with enough force to spin himself a bit as he heads down to the floor again. Gnarfflinger jumps onto the barricade and moonsaults again, this time bringing his knees up and planting them into Vlad's stomach. Vlad rolls over as Gnarf bounces off and gets back to his feet. Gnarfflinger reaches under the ring and pulls out a lead pipe as Vladimir lays there. He hits him across the shoulder blade with it repeatedly until apparently he's lost the fuel for it. He tosses it off to the side and grabs Vlad by the hair. He pulls his head up and kicks him in the teeth, then drops him again.
JP: Gnarf is going vicious tonight! He doesn't care about winning, he just wants to kill Vladimir. Ray: Do it! Vlad can't say no if he can't speak!
Gnarfflinger reaches under the ring again, pulling out a ladder and shoving it into the ring. He climbs in and measures it up a bit, setting it up by the ropes. Vladimir stirs around and manages to pull himself up using the announce table as Gnarf climbs up the ladder, his sadistic, demented intentions in his cold eyes. As Vladimir turns, Gnarfflinger jumps off of the ladder, the force knocking it over. He comes soaring down on Vladimir, JP and Ray rushing to get out of the way and JP actually jumping the barricade into the fans. Vladimir catches him and spins around, spinebuster slamming Gnarf through the announce table which buckles like a cardboard box under the force, piece coming off and flying out from the wreckage.
JP: HOLY F*CK!!!! GET A F*CKING AMBULANCE DOWN HERE!!! CALL IT OFF!!! CALL THE MATCH OFF!!! JESUS CHRIST!!! Ray quickly drops down beside them, checking Gnarfflinger's pulse. Meanwhile, Vladimir gets back up to his feet. Ray gets up after making sure Gnarf was alive and breathing and screams to the back for EMT's. Vladimir shuts him up with a back elbow to the side of the face, knocking Ray out and sending him falling limply into the side of the timekeeper.
Vladimir grabs Gnarf by the hair and pulls him up into a sitting position, leaning Gnarf back against his legs. He throws punches into his forehead, Gnarf not responding to them. He reaches down into the side of his boot and pulls out a screwdriver. He stabs it into Gnarf's forehead and starts digging into it, ripping the flesh wide and sending a curtain of blood running down Gnarf's face. Vladimir wipes his hand in the blood, smearing it across Gnarf more. He takes his hand and wipes 2 fingers under each of his eyes, using his opponents blood as war paint. Vladimir yells out loudly in fury, flashes coming from the frantic audience as they snap picture after picture. Gnarfflinger balls up his fist and slams it into Vladimir's crotch, sending his yell upwards in pitch and causing him to stumble back and drop to one knee.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 23, 2007 20:31:17 GMT -7
The Butcher wipes away some of the blood from his eyes, but Vlad has recovered first and smashes the Butcher in the small of the back with the timekeeper's bell. Gnarfflinger gets to one knee, but Vlad smokes him in the head, sending the Butcher to all fours (but keeping one foot planted). Vlad raises the bell to hit him again, but the Butcher tackles Vlad, lifting him and hitting a Side Slam on the baracade (I can visualize this but it's hard to describe...) As Vlad rolls off, his back is against the Baracade as he struggles to stand. He looks up to see the Butcher already on the apron, springboarding off the top to hit a moonsault taking them both ofer the baracade!
JP is trying to do commentary, but his mic cord is unplugged. He doesn't realize this, but keeps calling the action anyway. Meanwhile, Gnarfflinger starts raining Elbows to the forehead of Vlad. Vlad recovers enough to trade punches with the Butcher. Gnarfflinger grabs a beer from a fan, takes a swig then smashes the cup into the head of Vlad. Vlad responds by slamming a tray of hot nachos into the face of the Butcher. Vlad uses the distance to get a boot to the face of the Butcher and the two make their way to the entrance ramp.
JP (his microphone is plugged back in): EMT's are tending to Ray. (to the EMT) He can't smell those salts over that cologne he marinates in...
Vlad whips the Butcher into the concrete wall. As the Butcher bounces off the wall, Vlad charges in, but the Butcher leapfrogs and Vlad hits shoulder first into the unforgiving concrete, and the Gnarfflinger's 279 lb frame lands butt first into the shoulders of the Romanian menace. Gnarfflinger regains his footing to see Vlad vulnerable, and to capitalize, the Butcher drives a knee into the side of Vlad's head, forcing it into the concrete wall. The Butcher then grabs the legs of Vlad, and catapults him into the concrete wall on the other side. As Vlad bounces off the wall staggering, the Butcher rolls over and lunges into a spear.
JP: Put nine rings in the middle and they still can't contain these two. LM: These two really don't like each other and are getting up close and personal with the fans...
The two men come out into the hallway around the arena floor. The Two brawl towards the Merchandise vendors. Vlad gets a Human Wreckingball shirt, spits on it then chokes the Butcher with it. Gnarfflinger, gets a Rhaps shirt, wipes the blood off his forehead, then finds a "Willy the Whale" puppet and rotates enough to punch Vlad in the nuts. Gnarfflinger then applies a Mandible Claw with the Willy puppet still on his hand.
Ray (now revived): Vlad looks good with a Willy in his Mouth... JP: Dammit Ray, there's Ladies Present... LM: Yeah Ray, JP is easily offended...
Vlad tries to back away, but the Butcher will not release the hold. The padding on the puppet protects the Butcher's hand from Vlad's attempts to bit his way out. Vlad backs over tot he Concessions stand, climbs onto the counter and drops to the floor behind the counter, forcing Gnarffligner to break the hold. As Gnarfflinger is holding his Right forearm, Vlad grabs him by the hair and puls him across the counter and face first into the glass front of the Soft drink cooler. Vlad grabs an empty keg and hits the Butcher in the head with it. Vlad rears back to swing again, but Gnarf ducks, and flapjacks vlad face first onto the Hotdog heater. As Vlad recoils holding his now mildly burned face, the Butcher puts his mouth under the tap, starts pouting beer, but spits it in Vlad's face.
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 23, 2007 21:12:13 GMT -7
Vladimir responds with a hard punch into Gnarf's jaw, sending him back. Gnarf comes back at him with an intense spear though as fans have now started to crowd around them. Vladimir wraps his arm around Gnarf's neck and directs his head and his own back into the popcorn machine, busting the glass and knocking it off of the counter. Gnarf rubs his forehead, smearing more blood on himself as Vladimir holds his lower back from it ramming into the counter. Vlad grabs a popcorn salt shaker and throws it at Gnarf, the glass busting on his head and sending salt into his wounds. The Butcher drops to one knee as he screams at the burning sensation it creates.
JP: They are going absolutely crazy up there! Ray: KILL THAT PRICK, GNARF!
Vladimir lifts his foot up and boots Gnarfflinger in the side of the head, toppling him over. The fans begin to back up as Vladimir hops the counter and shoves the cashier down, looking for more weapons. He pulls up an LRey DVD and throws it like a frisbee at Gnarf, hitting him but barely phasing him. Vladimir bumps into the counter as he continues to look and realizes that it is detachable from the rest of the stand. He jumps back over to the other side and begins to pull it up, freeing the large board. Before he can turn though, Gnarf is up and grabs his head, slamming it down onto the counter and causing Vlad to put it back in place. Vlad slumps down next to it and Gnarf jumps on top, placing a dropkick into Vladimir's chest as he stands up straight again. Vlad is thrown back into the crowd that has formed around them and plows into a couple of fans as he falls, the fans scurrying out of the way.
JP: Oh God! They're going to end up hurting one of these fans and we'll get sued, damnit! Ray: Who cares? Maybe it'll teach them a lesson! JP: What's wrong with you, Ray? Ray: You'd be pissed off too is someone elbowed you in the jaw!
Gnarfflinger grabs Vlad by the hair as he is getting up and begins leading him down the hall more. Vladimir stops him with a swift elbow into the stomach though, then throws Gnarf head first into the wall, Gnarf hitting with a thud and sliding to the floor, sitting against it. Vladimir puts his hands on the wall and begins to stomp into Gnarf's chest, knocking wind out of him. He runs some steps back and comes in with a low dropkick for Gnarf's chest. Gnarf moves out of the way and Vladimir kicks into the wall. Gnarfflinger gets up and looks back before leaping backwards with a moonsault on Vladimir. Gnarf takes a second to get up and pulls Vladimir up by the hair, moving him somewhere else again.
JP: I don't believe I've ever seen anything like this, folks! Last time we saw anyone get up there backstage was LRey and Hawkeye and we remember the horror of that!
Gnarfflinger comes across the mens' room and throws Vladimir into the door, causing it to burst open and hit a man about to walk out, throwing him forcefully to the tile flooring. Gnarf walks in calmly and grabs Vlad by the hair again, dragging him towards the sinks. Vlad drops back to one knee though, not budging. Gnarf, seeing this, throws a few shots into Vlad's face, trying to get him to cooperate. Vlad suddenly grabs his legs and raises up, running forward and slamming Gnarf's back into the long mirror over the sinks. He drops him onto the top of the sinks and Gnarf lays there, glass all around him. Vlad takes a quick breather, then climbs onto the counter, then jumps up and nails Gnarfflinger with the Son-Of-A-B*tch legdrop, slamming the back of his heel into his teeth. He rolls off and falls hard onto the floor with a loud impact.
JP: Jesus Christ! Vladimir just nailed Gnarfflinger with that Son-Of-A-B*tch legdrop right on top of all that broken glass!
As Vladimir lays on the ground, sure he's got time for a breather, Gnarfflinger is hurt but angry. He slowly gets himself back onto his feet on the floor and starts to kick Vladimir furiously. Vladimir tries to cover himself up while getting to his feet, but that does him little better. Gnarf grabs Vladimir by the wrist and Irish whips him with all his strength into the side of a stall, the screws ripping out of the wall and the stall side falling in. It lands at a slant as it falls on the toilet and Vladimir lays there in pain, gravity sliding him down into the floor. Gnarfflinger walks over to the front of the stall and realizing it's poor construction, grabs the door and yanks it a few times, pulling it off of it's hinges. Vladimir gets up slowly, all the pain starting to wear on him. He uses the sink counter to get up and then is rammed into the wall by a rushing Gnarfflinger, holding the stall door in front of him like a shield. Vlad is sandwiched hard between the wall and the door and his feet give below him as Gnarfflinger throws the door off to the side.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 23, 2007 22:00:34 GMT -7
Gnarfflinger, while keeping the momentum, slams Vlad's head into the toilet. While holding Vlad face down in the water, the Butcher flushes the toilet!
Ray: Flush that turd! JP: Gnarfflinger now humiliating Vladmir Strife. I've never seen anyone go after him like the Butcher has... LM: Remind me not to kiss Vlad anytime soon... Ray: You know, Lizzie, you and Gnarfflinger would make a good couple. Saving the rest of those beautiful men for me...
Gnarfflinger then grabs the ripped off door and as he prepares to knock Vlad back into the stall, he boots the stall back into the face of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger falls back into the Broken glass, and a now enraged Vladmir Strife hits a big boot into the face of the now prone Butcher. Vlad then whips Gnarfflinger into the hot Air drier. As it comes on, it blows the flowing blood into the eyes of the Canadian madman. Vlad drives an elbow into the back of Gnarfflinger's head. Gnarfflinger counters by lifting Vlad and dropping him with a Samoan Drop across the broken glass. The Butcher then gets to a sink and washed the blood off his face and out of his eyes. He applies a paper towel to the forehead to slow the bleeding. At that point, Vlad and the Butcher lock up and roll out of the Men's room.
The two find their way to a Stairwell. They battle their way to the top of the stairs and to the top floor runabout. As they come to a security guard, but the Butcher then grabs his nightstick and bludgeons Vlad with it. As the Butcher continues the Assault, Vlad backs towards a door that says "Authorized Personel Only". The fighting continues as they spill into the room where the lighing is overseen. Vlad kicks the Butcher in the groin and begins choking him with a light cable. Gnarfflinger backs Vlad into a door, and the third time Vlad breaks the hold and the door opens. The two are now fighting on a catwalk near the entrance ramp!
JP: Holy Sh*t this is dangerous! Ray: Maybe that ugly troll will fall to a carreer ending injury so we never have to see his ugly face again!
Gnarfflinger chops Vlad in the chest three times, staggering him along the catwalk. Gnarf hits a superkick, but Vlad gets a hold of a support pole. The Butcher then follows with a spinning back kick to the gut. Vlad loses his grip but now dangles from the ledge of the Catwalk. Gnarfflinger stomps away on his fingers, causing Vlad to fall 15 feet through a table below!
JP: Vlad is broken in half! Ray: What the hell! JP: No, that sick son of a bitch is not going to do that! Ray: Look, please don't do it!
While these pleas from the announce staff go unheard, the Butcher comes to the edge of the cat walk! The Butcher gestures to the crowd, then flips off Vlad. From there, he executes a double shooting star press off the catwalk and onto a helpless Vlad below!
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 23, 2007 23:01:26 GMT -7
Gnarfflinger lays lifelessly on top of Vladimir, the audience on their feet in shock. EMT's come out to check on them, but Gnarfflinger shoves them away and begins to pound his fist into Vlad's scalp yet again. He then grabs Vlad by the hair again and drags him over to the ramp. He rolls Vladimir onto it and follows him up. He gets up and picks Vladimir up, holding him up into the air. He gorilla presses Vlad over the side and face first onto the barricade. Vlad's head snaps back and he crumbles to the concrete floor. Audience members reach out to try to touch the star, but pull back as Gnarf produces a steel chair and walks back over. He walks up the ramp and lines Vlad up before running forward and leaping into the air. Vladimir's positioned himself against the guardrail and receives a dropkick with the chair into his face, smashing it back into the barricade.
JP: OW! Vladimir came into this with a possible concussion, I can only guess at what shape his head must be in at this point in time.
Gnarfflinger takes a moment to get up and then picks Vlad up and tosses him back onto the ramp. He gets up and drags Vladimir up the ramp, holding onto his legs and pulling him into the back. As they pass a pile of suitcases and storage bins, Gnarfflinger picks him up and throws him into it. He grabs Vladimir by the hair again and begins to dragging him over to the coffee machine. As they get close, Vladimir shoves Gnarfflinger into the table it's on and knocks it over, sending the coffee machine crashing to the ground before Gnarf can use it to any advantage. Gnarf brushes it off and comes back to Vlad, throwing a punch into the Hardcore King's forehead. Vlad's head is rocked back, but he quickly darts a thumb into Gnarf's eye and spares himself for the moment. Vladimir begins walking down the hall away from Gnarf, looking for some kind of mercy in the beatings. Gnarf follows him though, the two coming down a row of lockerrooms. They pass a nice wooden door with glass center and the name "Alex Stall: Revelation's General Manager" written on it.
JP: Hey! That's Alex's office! Ray: Someone get those maniacs away from there!
Gnarf tackles Vlad into the door, the two busting through the glass and crashing onto the office floor. He gathers himself quickly and mounts Vlad, throwing a series of rights into his head. He picks up Vlad and is shoved hard into a glass case, smashing a pane of glass to bits. Gnarf rushes back at Vladimir, but Vlad drops down and sends him down onto a chair with a heel trip. As Gnarf is getting up, Vladimir grabs the stapler off of Alex's desk and starts talking to him.
"You know... Gnarfflinger... there's an old expression. When in Rome... do as the Romans do."
As Gnarf is about to curse him, Vlad pulls his head back by the hair and presses the stapler down into his forehead, dispensing a staple into Gnarf's flesh. He yells out an obscenity in pain and swings a wild punch at Vlad. Vlad takes a step back out of reach and then slams his shin into Gnarf's spin with a shunt kick, sending a shiver up his spine. He pulls Gnarfflinger back to his feet and they begin trading punches again. As they are, Alex Stall steps in through where a pane of glass used to be on his door and looks around.
AS: "WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON!?"
Vlad and Gnarf look over at him and suddenly each hook and arm, flipping Alex into the air and sending him down hard onto the top of his desk. Alex lays on the ground holding his back as they continue to fight their way out of the office.
JP: They're destroying EVERYTHING! Themselves, the building, and everyone who gets close to them! Ray: End his career Gnarf! LM: I just hope they don't come down this way again.. Who knows who they'll get involved next?
Vladimir and Gnarf fight their way to a vending machine, Gnarf pushing him into it hard. The glass doesn't give though and Vladimir delivers a whopping haymaker to the Butcher, sending him down to the floor. He turns around as he hears the noise of someone running and is suddenly caught by a thunderous dropkick from Alex Stall that takes him off of his feet and causes him to land on top of Gnarf. Alex hits the ground as well and then pulls himself up, kicking Vladimir and then straightening his hair before continuing on his way.
JP: WOW! Alex just knocked the living hell out of Vladimir with that dropkick! He just about knocked him clear out of his boots! Ray: YAY ALEX!
Gnarfflinger and Vlad get up to their feet about the same time. Vladimir starts to go for Alex, but Gnarf finds a pop can in the vending machine and hits Vladimir across the back of the head with it. Gnarfflinger kicks him in the ribs and waits for Vlad to get back up. He drags him back to a door and they comes through it and into the parking lot. Gnarfflinger whips him into a parked white mitsubishi and follows up with a clothesline. He pulls Vladimir onto the top of the car's roof as he gets on the hood and walks up to it. Hooking his arm around Vlad's head, he draps Vlad's arm over his neck. Grabbing the waistline of Vlad's pants, he then snaps him up and into the air, falling back and suplexing Vladimir onto the roof of the car next to them. Gnarf falls between the cars though, hitting his shoulder at the top or the door and hurting it.
JP: OH MY GOD! What a snap suplex!! Ray: MOTHER F*CKER, THAT'S MY CAR!!! Lizzie starts laughing hysterically, Ray feeling pissed off.
Gnarf gets back up and slams his forearm across Vlad's chest before pulling him off the hood. Vladimir punches him in the gut and tries to get away, heading for his car as he sifts through his pocket. Gnarfflinger hurries behind him, hitting Vlad across the back and sending him into the back end of the Mazda Protege. Vladimir pulls his hand out of his pocket quickly and lifts up a can of mace, spraying it into Gnarfflinger's eyes. He drops it as Gnarf covers his face, then grabs him by the head and slams his face into the top of the trunk. Gnarfflinger falls limply to the ground, cursing in pain. Vladimir pulls out his keys and pops the trunk open, an evil intent in his eyes.
JP: What is he going to do!? I think he's going to kidnap Gnarfflinger!! LM: Well, if he locks him in his trunk, Gnarf won't be able to make it to the ring.
Vladimir kicks Gnarfflinger before picking him up and throwing him into the trunk. He watches for his limbs, then slams the trunk shut with Gnarfflinger inside. As Gnarf kicks and punches from the inside, trying to get out, Vladimir rushes to the drivers door and unlocks it, opening the car and hurrying inside. He slams the door behind him and starts the engine. Gnarfflinger kicks harder and harder, trying to find a way out. Vladimir puts the car in reverse and backs out of the spot, looking out the back window.
Ray: Let him go! What is Vlad thinking!?
Vladimir gets out from the spot and lines himself up with the wall before gunning it hard in reverse. The tires screech as they leave a skid mark across the asphalt. The car rushes back and the crashes into the solid concrete wall, shaking the entire car as it collides with a loud impact. Vladimir is whiplashed back into the seat and then forward onto the steering wheel, his chest slamming down onto it. Inside the trunk, thumps are heard as Gnarfflinger is tossed about like a ragdoll in a tornado. He slams into the end of the car and is rolled in more from the impact, his entire body aching from the force.
JP: OH MY F*CKING GOD!!!! VLADIMIR JUST CRASHED INTO THE WALL!!! HE KILLED GNARFFLINGER!!! HE'S KILLED HIM!!!
Vladimir pulls the car forward and walks around to the trunk, which has been popped open from the force. Inside, Gnarfflinger is moving just barely, not dead, but severely shaken up from the impact. Vladimir punches him and pulls him out of the trunk, letting Gnarf drop to the ground where he begins to stomp away on him viciously.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 24, 2007 22:35:46 GMT -7
Vlad continues to stomp his downed victim. Gnarfflinger regains his wits enough to drive a tire iron into the nads of Vladmir Strife. As Vlad doubles over in pain, the Butcher goes for a Single Leg take down but flapjacks him onto the damaged trunk of the car instead. The Butcher hits another shot to the kidneys with the tire iron. As Vlad reels back, Gnarf executes a German suplex on the hard ashphalt.
JP: The Butcher has regained enough of his wits to continue the fight. Ray: This Monster is taking it too that prick Vlad. LM: And they can stay where they are, that's just fine with me...
Gnarfflinger catapults Vlad into a near by van. He follows this up with an Irish whip into the production truck. Gnarf bashes Vlad's head off the steps and drags him inside. GHW Employees try to give the two as much room as possible. Gnarfflinger rams Vlad's head into a row of buttons, causing a number of pyrotechnic explosions to go off. As Vlad tries to regain his footing, and hits a button causing Alex Stall's music to start playing. Gnarfflinger slips in a tape of Vlad in the Men's room complaining about a smell only to see Ray leaving the offending stall.
JP: That explains a lot... Ray: The High fibre Diet hasn't been agreeing with me... LM: Too much information..
Gnarfflinger has not put on a head set to hear that and also replies...
GtB: And just what were you and Vlad doing together in a Men's room, Ray? Vlad: It's not what you think... GtB: F***, I hope not... Vlad: You're an asshole, you really are...
With that, Vlad delivers a Right hook to the Butcher and finds a flashlight and bashes the Butcher in the head with it. Vlad then boots the Butcher back, takes a step back and as he prepares to charge, but the Butcher spears him, sending both men out of the truck and to the ground below. The two return to the arena via a service entrance. They come to a section where they are building sets for an upcoming Rock concert. Gnarf hits Vlad with a wrench in the forehead. From there, Vlad replies with a staple gun to the head.
JP: This could cause a problem for the set crew for the upcoming Motley Crue concert... Ray: Tommy Lee wasted himself on Pam Anderson... JP: Ray, do mind... LM: For once I agree with that little pervert. The two breast things about her were obviously fake...
The two combatants continue to trade blows, this time finding their way to the first aid station. Vlad bashes Gnarf in the head with a steel first aid kit. The Butcher dtrops to one knee, but comes back up with a fireman's carry and a Samoan drop onto a stretcher. The Butcher then lifts it back up and slams a wheel chair on top of him. He wheels Vlad to the entrance ramp of the ringside area. Upon reaching the platform, the Butcher wheels Vlad, stretcher off the stage and sends Vlad into the baracade. The Butcher collects the wheelchair that fell off the stretcher before Gnarff shoved Vlad off. Gnarf charges off the ramp, driving the wheelchair into Vlad's head and upper body, his back into the baracade. Gnarfflinger then drags Vlad back to the rings...
TBC: Vlad. I think we've exhausted the back stage area...
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 24, 2007 23:32:54 GMT -7
As Gnarfflinger rolls Vlad back into a ring, he climbs onto the apron. He leaps up and springboards off of the top rope, throwing himself forward and landing a legdrop on Vlad's collarbone. He then gets up and pulls Vlad up to his feet, Vlad hitting him with a chop across the chest. Gnarfflinger winces but then whips Vladimir into the ropes. Vlad jumps onto the middle one and bounces off, turning in air as he flies back at him. Gnarf leaps up and dropkicks him in the stomach though, stopping him in midflight. Gnarfflinger walks over to a trashcan and pulls out a cheese grater. He pulls Vlad into a sitting position and rakes it across his forehead. Vlad yells and tries to pull it away, but Gnarfflinger lifts it up and slaps him across the face with it.
JP: Well, so much for hoping they'd keep it away from us.
Gnarfflinger crosses into the middle ring and looks at the ladder in it still standing. He begins to climb up it, feeling he's done his work. As he's getting up the ladder, Vlad is getting up in the next ring. Vladimir crosses into the middle ring as Gnarf eyes the titles. As he reaches up, Vlad runs into the ladder with his weight and sends it toppling over. Gnarfflinger is tossed off and crashes through a table in the next ring over. Vladimir picks up the ladder and readies himself as Gnarfflinger steadily begins to get back up. He rams the ladder at his face, pushing it over the top rope. The Butcher ducks though and when Vlad stops, he pushes his head up through a couple of rungs and grabs onto the ladder, turning around and pulling it out of Vlad's hands. He legs catch Vladimir across the side of the head and force him off of his feet, splitting a gash open about his ear.
JP: OUCH! Gnarfflinger using the ladder to his advantage and we'd expect no less of him! Ray: Damn straight!
Vladimir gets to his knees and begins crawling over to a trashcan. Gnarfflinger pulls the ladder off of his head as Vlad pulls something out and holds it close to his stomach. Gnarfflinger takes his time getting a good spot and then takes off at Vlad, jumping up onto the ropes and springboarding into the next ring at him with the Disarmer. Vladimir turns as he hears Gnarf running though and cocks back his fist, his biker chain wrapped around it. A grin hits his face as he blasts it forward, the steel links rattling as they collide with Gnarf's mouth. Gnarfflinger's head whips back as his legs swing forward and he falls to the mat and bounces. He lays there blinking, a blank expression in his eyes. Vladimir picks him up, but Gnarf falls back to the mat.
JP: Wow... I think Vlad did it... He might have just knocked Gnarfflinger out.. Ray: No... Gnarf can't be down for the count, he has to kick Vlad's butt.. LM: I hope he's okay...
Vladimir pulls Gnarf up again, this time positioning him for a powerbomb. He eyes a trashcan across the ring and pulls Gnarf up, running for it. As they near it, Gnarfflinger allows his weight to fall backwards, flipping back and sending Vladimir headfirst into the trashcan with a hurricanrana. The trash can caves in at the force, leaving a huge dent in the side. Gnarfflinger takes a hold on the second rope and pulls himself to one knee. He rests for a moment before pulling himself up the full way. He walks over and begins to stomp on Vladimir. Gnarfflinger pulls him up and throws him into the next ring. As Vladimir is getting up, Gnarfflinger bounces into the ropes and runs at him, leaping over the ropes on both rings they're in. Vladimir turns into a massive Disarmer and is sent to the mat like a ragdoll.
JP: HOLY!! GNARF WITH THE BIGGEST DISARMER I'VE EVER SEEN!!!
Gnarfflinger lays on the mat, winded as Vladimir looks around the spinning stadium, wondering where he is. Suddenly, a group of hispanic men run down to the ring. They grab the ladders in the rings and a few from under the rings and run to the back with them. Gnarfflinger sees them headed up the ramp and looks at them curiously. After a few moments, they bring out 3 new ladders, all with barbed wire wrapped heavily on the rungs and sides. They slide them into rings and scurry off as Gnarf acts as though he's going to chase after them. He looks at the ladders and grabs one, dropping it for a moment as barbs stick into his fingers. He finally grits his teeth and grabs one, picking it up and throwing it into the center ring. he follows it over and picks it back up, a grimace on his face as he sets it up for climbing.
JP: What the hell? Mexicans just ran out here and replaced the ladders with ones wrapped in barbed wire! LM: Sounds like the stereotyping and brutal work of Vlad..
Gnarfflinger walks back into the ring Vlad is in and kicks him a few times before dragging him over to another ladder that is laying down. He lifts Vladimir high into the air and suplexs him onto it, Vladimir being stabbed with the barbs and going crazy like a dog hearing a whistle. He rolls around in pain and rolls out of the ring and to the floor. As he rests up, he turns around and into a slingshot crossbody from Gnarfflinger, the two dropping to the floor and laying there motionless.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 25, 2007 21:58:19 GMT -7
EMT's rush to the ring side area. THey check on both contestants. Not getting responses, they load them up on stretchers and start wheeling them to the back. About half way up, Gnarffligner starts resisting, regains his feet, steps off the shoulders of one of the paramedics and hits a Swanton Bomb on Vlad. The Butcher throws Vlad off the ramp then climbs up the uncollapsed stretcher and hits a shooting star presson Vlad, who's now against the Guard rail.
JP: Gnarfflinger is back in the Driver's seat! Ray: And Vlad will need me to nurse him back to health... LM: I thought you were pissed off at him? Ray: Look hat him, I can't stay mad at that beautiful Creature... LM: Jimmy, are you all right? You look kind of pale... JP: *Vomits*
Gnarfflinger then drags Vlad back to the ring again. This time he throws Vlad in, follows him in, and sets up a table, with thumbtacks on it. As the Butcher is puring lighter fliud on it, Vlad is regaining his feet. Vlad climbs to the top rope, but the Butcher spots him. Gnarf gets to the top rope with Vlad as he is getting his footing. Vlad grabs the Butcehr as if for a powerbomb, but the Butcher counters with a Fireman's Carry. Gnarfflinger turns it into a Cleaver drop, dropping Vlad across the Barbed Wire ropes in the centre ring!
JP: (recovering) Now that's better, Good old fashioned hard core violence... Ray: *vomits* LM: And you wonder why you both can't get dates...
Gnarfflinger drags Vlad across the Barbed Wire ropes and back into the ring they started in, lights the table and hits a Jacknife Spine buster sending Vlad through the table. They both catch fire, but Gnarfflinger gets to the Fire extinguisher, puts them both out and the remains of the table. The Butcher adjusts the Barbed Wire on his forearms (Forgot about that? Don't feel bad, I did too) and then applies a sleeper hold to Vlad! The Blood pours freely as the Butcher Rakes the forehead and face of Vlad...
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 26, 2007 22:52:08 GMT -7
Vladimir struggles and yells as he lowers down to the ground. Getting him in place, Vladimir pulls his knee up and slams his kneecap into the top of Gnarf's skull. Gnarfflinger lets go after a second shot, Vladimir laying on the mat for a second before getting up to his feet to stand toe to toe with him again. He hooks Gnarf's arm and swings him over and onto his back as he drops to his knees. Vladimir then gets up and leaps up, driving down his knee to the canvas as Gnarfflinger rolls over. Gnarff grabs his frying pan as he is getting up and swings hard at Vladimir's face. Vladimir ducks and barely dodges having his face made into a pancake. Vladimir pushes back up to his feet and runs into the ropes. As he comes off, he ducks under the frying pan again and drops down, pushing the front of Gnarf's foot back with one leg and the knee forward with the other. As the Butcher drops to one knee, Vladimir rolls in towards him as he slides his legs together at his ankle and locks them. Vladimir rolls towards Gnarfflinger more, pulling the leg back and into a half boston crab position while Vlad sits on the mat. He sets his palms on the mat behind him for leverage and leans in more, stretching the leg more as Gnarf swears at him and flails his arm wildly at him. Vladimir wrenches it a couple of times, then unlocks his feet and lets go, getting up to his feet.
JP: Excellent submission hold by Vladimir there, altering the Death Roll and using it on Gnarf's leg instead of his arm.
Vladimir waits as Gnarfflinger gets up, taunting him to stand up like a man. As Gnarfflinger is almost up, Vladimir rushes in to knock him back down with a forearm to the back. The Butcher has different plans though as he scoops up Vladimir off of his feet and turns, dropping him onto a barbed wire ladder with a side slam. Vladimir yells out in pain and rolls off of it quickly, distancing himself from the painful barbs. Gnarfflinger gets up and gives a baseball slide into the ladder, sending it sliding forcefully into Vladimir's screaming mouth and shutting him up. Vlad rolls around in pain as Gnarfflinger raises up again, taunting the crowd as his opponent writhes in agony. He hits the ropes and leaps over the ladder, dropkicking Vlad in the side of the head and rolling him out to the floor. Vlad lays in pain and catches his breath, winded from the quick pace of Gnarf. Meanwhile, the Butcher grabs his frying pan and holds it up high like a trophy as he is left standing in the ring.
As Vlad pulls himself to his knees and rests his forearm on top of the barricade with his forehead on top, Gnarfflinger kicks the ladder out of his way and stands near the ropes. The audience sees him and scurries away from Vladimir, not wanting to be caught in the way of whatever sadistic idea was running through the veterans mind. Gnarfflinger takes a few steps run at the corner. He uses a foot to step up on the second turnbuckle and pushes himself up, planting his feet on the top rope. The lower at his weight and push him up as he flips forward with a burst of energy. Watching himself in midflight, Gnarfflinger rolls up and sets the frying pan against the back of his foot. He comes crashing down onto Vladimir, the frying pan landing against the back of his skull and slamming it onto the barricade with an Arabian Skull Crusher that leaves the fans on their feet screaming "Holy Sh*t!" and both competitors off of their feet, thinking the exact same thing.
JP: HOLY SH*T IS RIGHT!!! IS GNARFFLINGER F*CKING CRAZY!?! LM: AMAZING! Wait... did you ACTUALLY just ask if Gnarfflinger is crazy? Ray: That might just be the stupidest question ever, JP, congratulations.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 27, 2007 20:28:20 GMT -7
Gnarfflinger pauses to admire the devastation he has caused, and as Vlad seems to be recovering, the Butcher then applies a full nelson, the Barbed wire digging into the flesh of Vlad's chest and the back of the neck. Gnarfflinger then climbs the stairs, putting more pressure on the neck of Vlad. Eventually, the Butcher makes it to the top rope, with Vlad hanging in the grip of the Butcher.
JP: I have a bad feeling about this... Ray: For so long I had hoped that mercy would spare that lovely man, but he's in with a man that doesn't know the meaning of the word... LM: What do you see in that prick anyway, Ray?
Gnarfflinger leans forward then attempts a back flip, sending Vlad across the ring landing face down on the remains of a broken tack table, with the Butcher landing in an respectable moonsault closer to the middle of the ring. The Butcher rolls on the mat holding his ribs, while Vlad starts to get to his feet. Vlad then grabs the Btucher, powerbombs him on the ladder, then catapults him into the corner closest to the centre ring. Vlad grabs the ladder and drives it into the back of the Butcher. As Gnarf recoils back, Vlad slams that ladder into the back of the head of the Butcher. Another shot into the back had Vlad grinning evilly and the Butcher writhing in pain.
JP: Vlad has regained momentum in this war. Gnarfflinger is in a world of trouble... Ray: At least one of these sick monsters will be utterly destroyed tonight! LM: This match is sure great! These two didn't dissapoint. I guess that wasn't Gnarf's cheesy pickup line he told me back stage...
Vlad then puts the Butcher on the top rope, Climbs up there this him, and then powerbombs Gnarf across the barbed wire ropes in the middle ring! As Gnarff rolls in the middle of the ring, Vlad delivers an elbow drop to the back of the head of his fallen opponent. Vlad finds a steel chair and begins hammering the Butcher with it. As Vlad gets a sadistid idea, he removes the padding in once corner, sets the Butcher face down into that corner, and gestures with the chair...
JP: What goes through the mind of this sick, evil man? LM: Obviously not Frying pans, chairs, tire irons, sledge hammers.... Ray: Obviously not enough if Gnarffligner is still breathing...
As Vlad attempts to smash the Butcher's head into the exposed steel and barbed wire, Gnarfflinger ducks, Vlad slams the chair into the unforgiving steel and then his hit in the nuts by the Butcher, who lifts him a foot off the ground and drops him face first onto the chair. Gnarfflinger hits a German suplex bringing Vlad out of the corner, then appies a Figure Four Leg lock to the Hardcore Champion!
Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 29, 2007 1:03:04 GMT -7
Vladimir yells out in pain as he reaches around for a weapon to knock Gnarfflinger off with. After a moment though, he decides to just turn his weight to his left, trying to flip Gnarfflinger over. Gnarf pushes harder towards Vlad's right though to keep him from reversing it. Vladimir then suddenly rolls that direction, pushing his weight into it hard and surprising Gnarfflinger with the change of direction. He flips Gnarf onto his belly and the maniac begins to yell in pain, Vladimir taking the advantage. Gnarf releases the hold and they raise up to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. Vladimir turns and runs at Gnarfflinger, being met with a chair to the skull that drives him to the mat. His vision blurs as all the impacts to his head agitate the injury he received in the parking lot prior to the match. Vlad lays there with a blank look as Gnarf catches what happened and stomps on the side of his head.
JP: Uh oh, Vlad doesn't look like he's moving. Ray: Well, who would be? Gnarfflinger practically almost made that chair into a necklace for Vlad!
Gnarfflinger lifts Vlad up and applies a side headlock, punching the top of Vlad's skull with his free hand. He taunts the crowd and positions himself a few feet from the turnbuckle, looking over at the ladder. Gnarfflinger runs forward, holding onto Vlad's head still and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He jumps back off and turns around, aiming himself and Vlad for the ladder. Vlad's face is slammed onto the metal and barbed wire and Gnarf's bottom lands just beyond the ladder. He taunts the crowd again before taking a few jerks to pull his arm from around Vlad's head, the barbed wire on his forearms sticking into his head. Gnarfflinger kicks Vlad a few times, then pulls him back up. A chop to the chest sends the Hardcore King back into the ropes, the Butcher stepping forward after him. Vlad grabs him around the waist suddenly though and launches him overhead with a belly to belly suplex that sees Gnarf crashing onto the outside mats. Vlad drops down onto his bottom and wipes blood out of his face, recouping.
JP: Gnarfflinger is taking the fight to Vladimir like I've never seen seen before! I'll tell you this much, whoever survives this sheer brutality deserves those titles!! Ray: Definately. And I don't even know who I want to win. That prick Vlad elbowed me early on, but Gnarf did suplex him onto my car... that bastard... Err... Go Referee!! LM: Actually, not bad thinking.. He may be the only one left standing at the end of the night!
Vladimir finally gets up to his feet as fans at ringside cheer on Gnarfflinger to get up, which he's doing quite slowly. AS Gnarfflinger slides back into the ring, Vladimir drops onto him with an elbow to the small of the back. Vladimir pulls Gnarfflinger up to his feet and drags him into another ring. He flips Gnarfflinger upside down, holding him against his torso. He walks slowly over to a trashcan that Gnarfflinger brought in, full of weapons, and drops his head first into it.
Post by gnarfflinger on May 29, 2007 19:47:50 GMT -7
Vlad, seeing the Butcher down and out, returns to the ring, sets up a ladder, and goes for the belts. As he struggles against the barbed wire, he doesn't see Gnarfflinger returning to the ring. Ad Vlad nears the top, Gnarfflinger hits a missile Dropkick knocking Vlad off the ladder. The Ladder collapses and falls on Vlad. Gnarfflinger the Butcher then mounts the top rope again and hits a 450 splash onto the ladder, driving it into the body of Vladmire Strife!
JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher continues to put his body on the line to punish Vladmir Strife! Ray: He's done that ever since he's been here. Nobody has stood up to him like Vlad has! LM: You know, I'm beginning to think that there will not be a clear winner. Niether one can impose their will clear enough to take both belts...
Gnarfflinger rolls around and eventually gets to his feet. He goes to retrieve the ladder, but Vlad has recovered enough to kick the ladder back into Gnarfflinger's face. From there, Gnarf recoils while Vlad returns to his feet. Vlad attempts a big boot, but Gnarfflinger counters with a Dragonscrew Leg Whip into the Barbed wire ropes. Gnarfflinger then moves in to grab Vlad, but Vlad hits a low blow, and then runs Gnarf's head along the barbed wire. Vlad then attempts to powerbomb Gnarfflinger, but Gnarffligner counters with a few barbed wire right hands to the forehead of Vlad. After three more shots, Gnarffligner flips a hurricanrana, sending Vlad back into the ladder. Gnarfflinger then finds a Frying pan, climbs the top rope, and as Vald gets to his hands and knees, the Butcher hits an Arabian Skull crusher on the ladder!
JP: Gnarfflinger is trying to destroy Vlad. Vlad is trying to destroy Gnarf! Who will be left standing? Ray: I'm pissed off at both of them right now. I hope they destroy each other! Then I can play Nursemaid to Vlad... LM: And Gnarffligner will need some attention too... JP: Why me...
TBC: Vlad. If this is the end, I have an ending to post in the ring if I win or we draw. I'm still thinking about how to write up a win for Vlad, so I'll leave that to him...