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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 22, 2007 15:59:53 GMT -5
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our Main Event is the finale of the Hardcore Games and is scheduled for 1 fall. Both the Fury Unleashed AND King Of The Deathmatch titles will be contested. Tonight's match in the Hardcore Games is a Romanian Deathmatch. Prior to the entrance of the combatants, weapons are being spread around the ring as you will see some of the GHW staff doing currently. Contestants are permitted to fight anywhere, to use any weapons, any moves they would like."
"In order to win, they will need to secure a pinfall on their opponent to the count of 5. The winner takes both titles and the loser is banned from participating in ANY GHW championship match over the course of the next 2 months. Should Vladimir Strife lose, his rematch clause will be withheld during this time. Should Alex Stall lose, he will be stripped of the Roaring Tempest championship."
An unfamiliar sound hits the airwaves as soft, strong vocals play through the P.A.
"I know you're trying to go home."
Bass drums kick in following the line and pound heavily in a rhythmic pattern. After a moment, guitars join in over the top, building up and then blaring into a blast beat as 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad kicks in.
"Introducing first, he is the 21-0, undefeated Hardcore King... holding the King Of The Deathmatch Title... weighing in at 269 lbs.... he hails from Sighisoara, Romania... he is.. VLADIMIR T. STRIFE!!!!!"
Vladimir pushes the black curtains out of his way as he steps out onto the top of the ramp, pushing a shopping cart of weapons in front of him. He makes his way down the ramp amidst boos and leaves the shopping cart at ringside as he slides into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises his title in the air, the audience still booing. He makes his way down after a moment and hands the belt to the referee, awaiting the arrival of Alex Stall.
TBCB Alex Stalls
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Post by Alex Stall on Jul 23, 2007 6:31:01 GMT -5
As Vladimir stares up the ramp towards the entrance, he is wearing a smug smile on his face. He runs his hand through his hair and cracks his neck while waiting for his opponent, the suspense for such long awaited match building in the air. All of a sudden the lights kick out and a red hue falls over the entrance ramp, showing the fog that has started to roll out. A long held note from a guitar is heard over the PA and causes the fans to erupt into cheers. The titantron kicks on with the usual inferno over a pitch black background. The words "The Insane Angel!" appear in the flames as usual, causing the fans to cheer on even harder. Lizzie Morna steps forward with her microphone again and the crowd hushes a bit for the announcement.
::Lizzie Morna:: And his opponent from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 182 pounds! He is the reigning Roaring Tempest and Fury Unleashed Champion! The Insane Angel, Alex Stall!
The fans go wild as the song kicks in with the vocals. The stage then lights up with four pyros blasting, separated by the ramp and formed into red X's on either side of the ramp. The lights in the arena kick to normal as out of the fog steps the dark haired man all the cheering is for. The red highlights in his hair show brightly in the black as his sunglasses shine brightly in the light. His outfit is still the black pants and vest with skulls, but today he isn't wearing bandages around his stomach and back. Multiple wounds show on his stomach from different sources from the past two weeks, making some of the crowd stare. The Canadian holds his arms up, balling his hands into fists and showing his pair of black leather gloves. His glove are fingerless and have white skulls to match his outfit. His hands and elbows are parallel with his wrists at chin level. On his arms show two new tattoos, both showing on his forearms. On one arm the tattoo says Brothers In Arms as the other says Family For Life in Old English text and are in black text with fire around them. He drops his arms to his side and stares down at Vladimir from behind his sunglasses. Alex holds his hand out and Izzy Wright walks out of the back, looking pretty beat up but happy from her match earlier that night. She places a staple gun in his hand. She also holds up her lead pipe, looking at Vlad with a determination to get back at him for the beating she received in the hospital. Alex takes the pipe from her, nodding to her followed by a kiss. She then walks to the back again, accepting that Alex doesn't want her to be a part of this.
::Jimmy Pate:: This is sure to be the best match of the night! Alex Stall and Vladimir Strife are two of the greatest athletes we have on this roster and have been building a hatred for each other since they came here. Could this be another win for the Hardcore King or his first loss to the Insane Angel?
::Ray White:: This is going to make me puke, I just know it. Vladimir is the sickest man here and Alex is the most insane. This one will be a definite toss up. On one side you have an undefeated hardcore genius, and the other you have one of the best athletes and current double champion. These two sexy men made their way up the ladder to stand toe to toe tonight, and it makes me want to cry from the guess at how brutal it will be!
Alex walks down the ramp amidst the cheers, holding the lead pipe in one hand and the staple gun in the other. His roaring Tempest title is around his waist and his Fury Unleashed title on his right shoulder. He doesn't stop to clap any hands or get any photo opportunities with the fans. As he makes it to the ring, he stops and slides the pipe and staple gun into the ring. A stage hand runs over to Alex as he pulls off his Roaring Tempest title from his waist with his left hand. He lifts both titles up and the fans go absolutely wild with excitement. He hands both belts off to the stage hand, breathing nervously now from the thought of losing it all tonight. He hops up onto the apron and pulls his sunglasses off. Alex tosses the sunglasses to a young boy in the crowd, winking at him for encouragement that he'll win tonight. Alex looks around at the crowd, feeling his breathing catching a little at all the cheering people. He then looks at Vlad and smiles, knowing this will be the best match of his career. Alex gabs the top rope and pulls back, using it to boost himself over the ropes to land deftly in the ring. He takes off his vest and tosses it out to a group of girls in the crowd who go wild with excitement. His back has healed well, showing quite a bit of scarring, but nothing serious. He steps up to the center of the ring, waiting for Vlad.
TBCB: Vlad
((Let's show these guys a match to remember cuz.))
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 23, 2007 15:13:38 GMT -5
The referee stands between the two men and raises the Fury Unleashed Championship and King Of The Deathmatch title high into the air, reminding everyone what was at stake in this match. Both mens eyes follow the titles into the air, itching to be the man to walk out with both. As Alex Stall keeps watching, Vladimir uses the opportunity to his advantage as he rushes in and lifts a big boot up for Alex's head. Alex is too quick though and makes his way clear of the shot quickly.
As the bell sounds, Vladimir spins around is met with a staple into his forehead. Alex swings with the lead pipe, but Vladimir ducks under and as his opponent spins around from the force he put into the shot, Vladimir tucks his head under Alex's arm and lifts him into the air. He drops him back down onto his knee and Alex drops the stapler and lead pipe, holding his bottom from the atomic drop. He wastes no time though as he runs and bounces across the ropes, coming back at Vladimir with more speed.
JP: Alex looks like he's going airborne, Vladimir better watch out! Ray: Don't hurt my Vladdy!
As Alex comes off of the ropes, he lines of Vlad and takes flight, tucking his knees in as he makes his way to a horizontal position. As he gets close, he shoots his legs out at Vladimir with the devastating Mentos Kick. Vladimir has been scouting Alex's matches though and is too smart for that as he steps back out of harms way and watches him crash to the mat. As he lands on his back, Alex's legs are swooped up and tucked under Vlad's arms, who then throws his leg over the top of Alex, flipping him over into a boston crab. Alex squirms in the hold his arms flailing out for the ropes, barely out of his grasp. The tip of his finger scathes it barely as he reaches out as far as he can, his eyes clenched shut at the effort.
JP: A nice counter by Vladimir there, Alex is squirming in pain and I'm not sure he can reach the rope. Ray: I think Vladimir's taken one to many headshots... He should remember that he can't win by submission, Jimmy.
Alex uses his strength, still fresh as he crawls a little closer on his forearms and grabs onto the bottom rope. He screams back at Vladimir "I got the rope, prick! Let go!!". Vladimir shakes his head lightly and squats down, putting more force on the hold as Alex yells, the referee unable to stop it. Alex lets go of the bottom rope and twists his body around onto his back. Vladimir still has a hold of his legs, but the pressure on his lower back has relieved and Alex uses his position to throw punches into the kidneys of Vlad. Vladimir holds on and sits down beyond Alex's head, using Alex's own legs to hold him down in a pinning predicament. The referee pats the mat 1..2.. Alex pushes down with his shoulders and forces his bottom and lower back up, flipping over his head and breaking the count.
As he rolls back, Alex grabs one of Vladimir's legs and pulls it up, going for his own pin. At just a 1 count, Vladimir lifts his shoulder off the mat and stops the 2. Alex lets go and backs off, the two making their way to their feet. One they get up, Alex throws a swift kick to the back of Vlad's thigh, trying to work on taking out the support system of a bigger opponent. Vladimir reaches back at it in pain and Alex throws another one, a smacking sound being heard as his foot collides. Vladimir grimaces and turns a shoulder to Alex before shooting an elbow back and slamming it into his teeth, sending Alex holding his mouth as he makes a bit of distance and drops to a knee. Vladimir comes after him for more but Alex notices the lead pipe Izzy handed him laying by his foot and grabs it, turning and slamming it across the crown of Vlad's head.
JP: Alex just dropped Vladimir dead in his tracks!! Ray: Oh no! Get up Vlad, get up!
Alex grabs onto the top rope and looks back at Vladimir for a moment, then launches himself airborne and plants his feet on the top turnbuckle. His weight pushes down a bit and the rope comes pushing back, Alex timing it right as he leaps off of it and flips himself in a backward turn. He slams onto Vladimir with a moonsault and hooks his leg as the referee comes into position. 1...2.. and a kickout. Alex slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, one of the many weapons laying around the ringside. He hurries back into the ring as Vladimir is almost up and holds the legs of the chair tightly waiting for the right moment. As Vladimir stands up and flips his hair back, he turns into a powerful chair shot and stumbles backwards, trying to keep his vertical base. Alex throws the chair at Vlad and he catches it, but not being able to use it before Alex throws a superkick into it. Steel slams into Vladimir's face and he is backs into the corner, feeling woozy from the impact.
JP: Alex can't seem to get him off of his feet, but regardless, I think he's got Vladimir right where he wants him at this moment, Ray. Ray: Actually, JP, that would be wrong. You see, Alex has Vlad right where I want him: helpless, not sure where he is, and in a position where he is cornered.
Alex runs into the ropes opposing Vladimir and comes darting across the ring as he runs to the ropes next to Vladimir. He leaps up and grabs the top rope with his hands, spinning his body around over the top of it in a semicircle. He holds his legs rigid as he feet come soaring for the back of Vlad's head, a spot that, if hit harder enough, could knock a person out. Vladimir ducks down and drops to one knee momentarily as the Insane Angel's legs pass overhead with a velocity that seems like it would have taken his head off. As Alex comes back to the mat on his feet, Vlad boots him in the gut as he stands up. He tucks Alex's head between his thighs and reaches around his stomach, flipping Alex up and into position for a powerbomb. Vladimir turns to the ropes and throws Alex overboard. The Fury Unleashed champion isn't cooperating though as he grabs onto the top rope and locks his feet behind Vlad's head, holding on tightly and using the momentum to launch the Hardcore King over the top and onto a pile of weapons. Alex drops to the apron and rolls into the ring, getting up to taunt the crowd as Vladimir pulls a roll of barbed wire off of his arm.
JP: What a reversal!! Alex Stall just sent Vladimir flying to the outside with a hurricanrana, improvised from that powerbomb Vlad was going for! Ray: Get up Vlad, kick his ass!!
TBCB Alex
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Post by Alex Stall on Jul 29, 2007 10:25:18 GMT -5
Alex stands calmly in the ring and surveys his opponent who is still lying on the ground, readying himself to take advantage of the moment at hand. After a few more seconds Vlad frees himself from the coil of barbed wire, shaking his head. He slowly makes his way to a vertical base, not expecting of the Angel in the ring awaiting him. As he makes his feet, the crowd begins cheering wildly and he finally looks towards the ring. Vlad curses rather audibly as Alex has taken off running, torquing his body around and into a cartwheel shortly before making it to the ropes. His feet land on the mat deftly as the momentum plus momentum of his most recent actions and the perfect kick off launches the Angel over the ropes and causing his body to torque backwards. Vlad braces as best he can, cringing visibly as Alex lands a devastating moonsault plancha on him. Both men crash to the floor violently, Alex having overshot his landing by a bit much and slamming back first into the guard rail which causes him to crumble face first into the crowd area. His opponent on the other hand lands roughly on his back next to the guardrail that is now between himself and his opponent. Vlad lays there and feels a sharp pain in his back, he raises up slowly just to find that he's landed on the coil of barbed wire he had removed from his arm earlier. Vlad slowly pulls the coil from his skin again, ripping holes in his back and cringing in pain from the barbs either coming loose or ripping their way out of his flesh. Alex's predicament is no better as he is laying in the crowd area, his hand on his back and his face a mask of pain. The Romanian is the first man to try standing, blood now freely flowing from the cuts on his back. As he is making his way to his feet, Vlad stumbles upon a light tube near him that seems to be calling for him. Alex makes it slowly to a vertical base just a foot or so away from the guardrail, his back to Vlad and breathing a little short from pain. Vladimir makes his way over to the guardrail, climbing on top of it and raising the light tube like a broadsword high above his head. The Canadian slowly makes his way to facing the ring and feels a sharp pain rise in his forehead as Vlad drops off of the guardrail. Alex stumbles back as the light tube slams across his forehead, small shards of glass stuck in his face and forehead as well as the dust from the shot blinding him momentarily. The Canadian rubs at his eyes to clear the dust as Vladimir advances on him. The Angel feels a hand wrap around his wrist and a hand on his shoulder, one pulling and the other pushing him into an Irish whip. Alex's thighs slam harshly into the guardrail and he topples over them. He rolls in the move, not taking as much damage as Vlad thinks he should have. As Alex finally gains the ability to see he has an image imprinted in his memory. Vlad had run towards the guardrail and hopped on top of it. The larger man's air time took forever in many people's eyes but pushed just how much skill the man had. The Angel feels his arm nearly come out of the socket and his opponent slams into it with his shoulder and plants both of them onto the mat.
::Jimmy Pate:: Holy Hell what was that? Vladimir just launched himself from the guardrail and nearly removed Alex's arm from his body! Someone of his size doing that to someone as small as Alex is just ridiculous!
::Ray White:: Wow does Vlad look sexy when he is pulling moves like that! It seems that Alex isn't the only one who can catch some air in this match. Vlad may not be as flashy, but Alex is rarely as brutal.
Vlad rolls through the move onto his bottom next to the ring, leaving Alex on his back holding his arm. The crowd is in an uproar, cheering wildly for the athleticism the two men are portraying. The Canadian rolls over slowly onto his knees and holds onto his arm, pain flowing through the muscles vividly. Vladimir makes it to his feet while picking up a shinai, aiming the bamboo sword at Alex's hurt arm. The crack from the weapon is heard around the arena, followed by a sickening cry of pain that is also heard from Alex. Vladimir rears back as far as he can and lands another shot onto Alex's arm, this one with far more force than the first. The shinai splinters and frays from the impact, causing the crowd to gasp and gawk in horror. The Canadian holds his arm while rolling slightly from shock, now on his side and nearly crying from the immense pain in his arm. The Hardcore King discards the breaking shinai and moves on to a more brutal tactic than before. He pulls his foot back and it into his opponent's stomach wildly before grabbing Alex's pain swollen arm. Vlad pulls Alex's arm up by the wrist while holding his chest down with his boot, causing his opponent to cringe from the movement of his aching muscles. The sound of bone leaving bone is nearly sickening as Vladimir viciously kicks Alex's shoulder, knocking the bone out of it's place while nearly sending Alex into a state of unconsciousness from pain. The crowd has a disgusted look as Vladimir lets his opponent's arm slump down onto his body and lets his gaze fall over the crowd with a smile. Stall's face is a mask of pain as Vladimir smirks down at him, his eyes a vision of direy determination and hatred. The Romanian turns and walks around the ring to the ramp, aiming for one of the ladders now. As Vladimir is walking, Alex slowly pulls himself to his feet and feels his arm aching from being out of place. The Angel smiles now, setting the bone back up and ready to be knocked back into place. Vlad turns and watches as Alex holds his own arm in place a kicks up into a front flip, landing on his out of place shoulder and hearing the crack as the bone is forced back into the socket. Alex rolls to his feet and cracks his neck, rolling both shoulders a bit to make sure the bone was set right. Vlad shakes his head, realizing this is going to be harder than he expected. The Romanian gives up on the ladder tactic and makes his way to ringside as Alex slides into the ring with his trusty staple gun now in hand. Vlad retrieves a piece of his own history and smiles, holding up a sledgehammer and causing the fans to stare in awe at the thought of what he is planning.
::Jimmy Pate:: Alex has just shown us all that he has no fear of injury tonight, personally snapping his shoulder back into place in one of the most original ways I've ever seen. Vlad could be in trouble if Alex can still be moving his arm after that vicious attack!
::Ray White:: Poor Alex, his arm must still be killing him even though he is moving it! And Vlad is going to have one hell of a time, I've never seen Alex take a beating this well and I've been watching his matches since his career started! Izzy sure is a lucky woman if he can last through this!
Alex allows Vladimir to step into the ring after the man walks up the steel steps. The two men stare each other down with an intent to kill, their eyes focused on each other's. The two men step forward and grin at each other, confusing the crowd and commentators. Just then the confusion is broken as Vlad pulls the sledgehammer back and aims to slam it into Alex's stomach. Alex spins around the shot though, slamming the front of the staple gun in a haymaker into Vlad's forehead and shooting a staple deep into the skin. Vlad's anger kicks up instantly from the shot and whips the heavy weapon in his hand around and catching his opponent in the ribs with it, knocking the wind out of him and causing the staple gun to fall to the mat. Vlad then kicks Alex in the stomach, knocking the Angel to his knees and giving him time to rear back and aim well. The Romanian swings the sledgehammer more for accuracy than power, letting the weight of the weapon cause the damage he intends. The sledgehammer crashes into Alex's shoulder and a stomach churning thud is heard as the metal hits bone through the muscle and skin. Alex yells out in pain through the heavy breathing to catch his breath, a bruise already forming on Alex's arm that appears to be to the bone. Ray White sees the action and ducks down under the announcer's table, cowering before he faints or worse. Alex catches his wind just in time to duck under the next swing by the sledgehammer, catching his opportunity to get the advantage finally. The Angel pushes off of the ground from the kneeling position and thrusts his feet out into Vlad's exposed chest, knocking the man back into the ropes. Alex uses the implant of his feet on his opponent to launch himself in a backwards flip and to his feet. The Canadian wastes no time by taking off and running towards Vlad, who is on the announcer's side ropes holding his chest with one hand and loosely holding the sledgehammer with the other. Alex takes off from his feet, aimed a little to the side of Vlad and torquing his body to as close to horizontal as he can without overshooting. Vlad drops the sledgehammer and feels his world crash down when Alex's feet wrap around his head and pull him backwards. Alex's body clears over the ropes and his head drops down as he holds Vlad's head in his legs and pulls him over the ropes with him. Vlad feels his feet leave the ground as Jimmy Pate jumps out of the way, Alex now sending his opponent flying from the ring with a headscissor takedown. Vlad's body flips over uncontrollably as he lands back first through the announcer table followed by a high pitched scream from the man under the table. Ray tries his best to make it out from under the table but is disheartened to feel his legs get slammed and trapped under the weight of the table and Vladimir. Alex rolls to his feet and turns to see Ray White crying and squirming to get his legs free as Vladimir rolls off of the table and onto his stomach.
::Jimmy Pate(Microphone In Hand):: Where in the hell did that come from? Alex just threw Vladimir from the ring all the way to the announcer table! This match just took a flying leap up the ladder and both men now have my respect for finally giving Ray what was coming to him!
Alex sizes up the distance to Vlad, pulling himself onto the apron. He smiles and jumps up onto the top rope, using it to launch himself back into a flip. While Alex is flying through the air, Vlad rolls slowly onto his back, oblivious of the Angel falling directly towards him. Alex lands before Vladimir really knows what is going on, his knees implanted into the Romanian's ribcage. Alex falls back off of the man before any of his ribs are broken, but the damage is done anyways. Vlad rolls around in pain, unable to withstand the violent shock in his chest. Alex rolls back and up to his feet, watching Vlad writhe in pain as Ray White slink away to a safer position. The crowd is going wild as Vlad is on the ground in pain, cheering for him to finally lose a match. The Angel walks over to him and drags him slowly up by a hunk of hair in his hand and the back of his shirt. Vlad pulls a cheap move by jabbing a chunk of broken wood into Alex's stomach, not getting very deep but still making it effective enough for him to catch some momentum. Alex stumbles back and rips the wood from his stomach and feeling the warm red liquid slowly covering his tanned skin. The Hardcore King lives up to his name a bit more as he picks up a light tube, rearing back while Alex isn't paying attention and swinging it like a baseball bat for a home run. Alex stumbles back in immense pain of the tube shattering across his face, leaving little shards of glass in his skin again and a good deal of blood to fall from the wounds left by the glass initially shattering. Vladimir is still holding the broken end of the tube, the sharp end of it out like a dagger. The Romanian walks forward and grabs a hold of Alex's hair and lifts the broken tube into the air. Alex lets out a cry of pain as the jagged glass is implanted into his already hurt shoulder and followed by a quick twist with enough force that it shatters under the pressure and leaves glass shards deep in Alex's skin. The Romanian then slams his opponent back first into the apron of the ring, causing him to collapse from pain and lean against the apron for a breather that is cut very short. As Alex is breathing and trying to get over the stomach churning amount of pain in his shoulder, Vlad walks over and kindly lifts him into a sitting position on the apron that is of course proven to be a set up as he slams his fist on top of the wound on Alex's shoulder and driving the glass even deeper into his flesh. Vlad then climbs up onto the apron and moves to be sitting on the second rope. The Romanian grabs the wrist of Alex's hurt arm and wraps his legs around the arm in an armbar, but the worst happens a moment later. Alex feels his rear end come off of the apron and his shoulder nearly escape the socket again as Vlad falls back into the ring, hanging Alex strictly by his shoulder on the rope in the armbar. Alex cries out in pain as he tries to get a foot hold or offset the weight to get out of the submission. Vlad has his shoulders on the mat and every muscle he can pulling to intensify the pain in Alex's arm. The crowd is yelling and booing as Vlad applies as much pressure as he can.
TBC: Vlad
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jul 29, 2007 21:58:48 GMT -5
((Now it's MY turn.))
Vladimir slams his boot into the jaw of Alex as he lets go, sending the cruiserweight dropping of the apron and holding his jaw and then his arm again as he walks around a bit. Alex's eyes remain focused on Vlad the entire time, knowing better than to take them off of him. Vlad makes his way up to his feet and watches Alex stalkingly, knowing he is in control. He asks for a microphone and Lizzie brings him one and hands it in through the ropes.
"I warned you Alex... No one is going to stop me.. and that goes double for you. So quit holding your arm like a baby and get back in here. It's time to face the one thing you fear most, because when I destroy you, you're going to let every last one of your pathetic fans down. There will be no glory for you this time... just that knowledge and understanding that you were wrong. That, just like the rest... you can't beat Vladimir Strife. So stop stalling the inevitable and get back in the ring."
Vladimir tosses the microphone out of the ring and signals at Alex to come on. Alex clenches his teeth at the pain and sucks it up, know that he can't give up for the millions of fans watching everywhere, rooting for him. As he climbs up the steel steps slowly, his eyes remain locked on Vladimir as the fan's scream his name, cheering him on. Alex steps through the ropes, Vlad standing back with his hands in the air to signal that there's no trick. Alex stands across for him, glaring in hatred now as he begins to step forward, Vlad moving in to meet him in the middle of the ring.
JP: Well, looks like no matter the damage to that arm, Alex will continue to fight. Vladimir may have the fury and power of a tiger, but Alex has the heart of a lion!
Vladimir grins as he raises his arms, looking for a lock up. He crouches into position, but Alex doesn't look up for it, knowing his shoulder is in no shape for something like that. Instead, he quickly jumps up, stepping onto Vladimir's thigh. He elevates himself with it as he swings his other leg swiftly across the back of Vladimir's head with a sharp blow. He pushes off of Vladimir's thigh and comes down on his feet to the Hardcore King's side, the King crashing to the mat like a ton of brick from the spontaneous shining wizard.
Alex pushes Vladimir over with his foot and drops down onto him, hooking his leg with his good arm and going for the pin. The referee drops into place and begins the count, getting only a mere 2 count. Vladimir wraps his legs around the arm of Alex Stall and kicks out as he flips him over to his stomach and takes control with a crippler crossface. Alex squirms in pain as he yells out, cursing loud enough the front row can hear his every word. He reaches over with his injured arm, trying to grab at Vlad's hand and break the lock.
Vladimir breaks it of his own accord though, keeping hold of Alex's arm as he squeezes it with his thighs. He grabs Alex's roaming hand though, connected to that injured arm. He positions it across the front of Alex's face and pulls back, using Alex's free arm to make him apply the crossface to himself. Stall screams out in pain as he looks for solice to the endless barage of agony. Vladimir laughs genuinely as though he'd just heard a good joke and twist's Alex's arm a bit, torquing it and then letting up a bit of pressure just to do it again.
"I GIVE! I FUCKING GIVE!!! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY DAMN ARM, LET GO!!!!!!"
Vladimir grins still and twists Alex's wrist harder as he leans in close and whispers 2 simple words to inform Alex that things just got worse for him.
"No... submission.."
Alex yells in pain as he squirms about, completely at the mercy of his opponent in this moment, knowing that he was in for the kind of torture that sinners in hell would have nightmares over. Vladimir slams the crown of his forehead across the back of Alex's head and torques his arm again, laughing as the Insane Angel screams and moves around in what feels like a dehabilitizing burning and stabbing intensity in his arm.
JP: Jesus Christ, Vlad's using Alex's arm to inflict a painful crossface. That has to be the most painful crossfa... well, the second most painful crossface ever inflicted!
The sound of 2 hits on a snare drum, followed by one of a crash cymbal being hit is heard, the classic sound symbolizing a joke. JP turns to look oddly at a man and reaches over the barricade, pulling away the cymbal and snare from the man in the row.
JP: Who the hell bring this to a wrestling show?
Vladimir lets go as he grows board of this form of torture, ready to try a few others. He stands up and holds still onto Alex's wrist, spinning it around into a chickenwing. He leaps up and tucks his feet up, crashing down with the point of his knee into Alex's shoulder. Vlad lets go and stands up to taunt the crowd, who boo him, but with less enthusiasm as usual. The general feeling has set over the crowd that Alex has been taken out of his element and unable to survive in this realm with the monster that they know as the Hardcore King.
Vladimir pulls Alex up to his feet and slams his forearm across the jawline of the Angel, pushing him into a stumble. Alex returns with a half hearted punch that receives a chuckle from Vlad. Vladimir returns with another punch, Alex Stall falling into the ropes with an arm stretched over to keep himself up. After a moment though, Alex returns with another punch. Vladimir backs up though and it soars in front of his face harmlessly. He comes in with a kneelift into the solar plexis, bending Alex over. He grabs him by the hair and begins to drag him towards the side of the ring, but Alex isn't game as he puts his hands on the lower back of Vlad and pushes him into the ropes.
Vladimir hits the ropes, but turns in time to use them to boost his momentum as he comes steamrolling back at Stall. Alex barely ducks a clothesline and Vladimir continues moving, turning and bouncing on the other sets of ropes for even more momentum, he comes back with fire in his eyes, looking for the kill. As his foot plants on the mat, Alex brings his off of it and throws himself into Vladimir with a dropkick to his knee that knocks it out from under him like a peg. Vlad crashes face first onto the mat, his teeth smacking off and sending and giving him one hell of a tooth ache.
Alex runs to the ropes, setting himself perpindicular to his opponent as the force of his body thrown into it is thrown back at him and he goes rushing across the canvas and flies into the air gracefully as he reaches Vlad, coming down with a circular spin and landing a flashy 360 leg drop across the shoulder blades of the prick who has been torturing him through this match.
Taking back control of the match, Alex looks over to the corner and sees a staple of his arsenal, a glimmering steel staple gun he'd set there while outside the ring earlier. He quickly paces over to it and snatches it up, ready to take this to the next level as he hurries back to Vladimir and grabs him by the arm, flipping him over. He sits on Vladimir chest and smacks him across the face with the side of it, following up with a few more for good measure.
Alex then sets it against Vladimir's forehead and pulls the trigger down tightly, popping off a staple into his forehead. He smacks Vlad again with it, furious from the suffering he's endured. He presses it against the corner of Strife's mouth and firing off another staple, the legs clinching in tightly on the inside of Vlad's mouth as it connects his lips together. Alex follows with more staples, using 5 to finally close the eqotist's ever running mouth. Blood runs out from them and more follows as Vlad yells out in pain, stretching his lips and tearing some of the flesh on them as they struggle to open.
JP: Alex stappled Vlad's mouth shut!! FINALLY!!!
Alex stands up and raises his foot into the air, slamming it down onto the mouth of Vlad and doubling his pain. Vladimir rolls away and out of the ring, then kicks the remains of the announcers table as he is bewildered with pain. Alex throws the stapler aside and readies himself as he bounces on the balls of his feet, keeping himself agile as he anxiously awaits the moment for what he is looking for. Vladimir clenches his eyes shut and forces his lips apart, the staples pulling out one at a time slowly, ripping through. Vladimir kicks the remains of the table after the last one comes out and turns around, ready for revenge.
Alex takes off after him, darting across the ring as he sees the perfect window of opportunity open. Alex grabs the top rope and leaps with all his energy he can muster to the top of it. He stomps down onto the top rope for more force as it pushes back and Alex throws his legs forward and spins backwards with a shooting star press and impressive fluidity. He comes down with his arms wide out, his chest slamming onto Vladimir's shoulder thanks to a last minute position change.
Vladimir grabs the back of Alex's thighs and quickly shifts about, balancing the aerialist on his shoulder. He pulls Alex's legs in tightly and whips him down onto the steel steps with a crashing impact. The edge of a step drives into his spine forcefully as he lands and yells out yet again and then rolls off, laying on the ground, shivers running up and down his spine like haywire wiring.
Meanwhile, Vladimir lifts the apron up and reaches under, pulling out a black, hard plastic case, appearing to be a tool case. He looks at the case, then back to Alex and apparently decides it's not time yet as he pushes it back under. He walks over to Alex and pulls him up to his feet. Alex quickly grabs Vladimir's head and leaps up again, spinning himself over the barricade and dropping to the floor, slamming Vlad's chin onto the top of it. Vladimir is tossed back from the force and lays on the mat dazed and confused and rubbing his jaw.
Alex quickly jumps onto the top of the barricade and flips himself forward as he leaps off. He spins through the air, nailing his target as he drops with his back across the upper chest and head of his ruthless opponent. Vladimir feels the wind in his body escape him, but quickly pushes Alex off to the side. Alex quickly sits next to him and grabs Vlad's wrist, bending his arm at the elbow and pulling his hand down next to his ear. He reaches around Vlad's head then and grabs onto his own wrist, locking in the painful Anaconda Vice.
Vladimir kicks his feet in anger and energy as adrenaline pumps through his veins, but not enough to dull the pain, still sharply stabbing through his body. He lifts his knee into Alex's back, but gets no response as the Insane Angel clutches the hold tightly still, wanting to put Vlad through the hell he'd endured earlier. Vladimir calls for him to let go, but Alex looks at him coldly and simply replies.
"No... submissions.."
Vladimir sinks his teeth into the upper arm of Alex and bites down as hard as he can, provoking a break of the Anaconda Vice. As he does, Vladimir pushes him back and raises his legs up, wrapping them around the head of Alex and pulling it back. He reaches around Alex's waist and clasps his hands tightly, continuing to pull back with his muscular legs and stetching the torso and neck of his opponent. Alex lets out a muffled cry, Vlad not even giving a laugh this time as he puts more force into it, increasing Alex's cries of distress.
Vladimir lets go of Alex's waist then, but only momentarily as he slams his fist down sharply into Alex's gut, causing coughing from his opponent as the wind is knocked out of him. Vladimir wraps his arms around him again and squeezes tightly like a boa constrictor crushing it's prey. He presses his arms across the solar plexis of Alex and makes it hard for him to get precious air, making for gasping noises from tonight's victim. As Alex sounds like he's gasping enough to almost pass out from oxygen deprivation, Vlad lets go and pushes him over.
As Alex takes in huge breaths of sweet air, Vladimir makes his way over to a steel chair and picks it up, looking at the glint of light from it and then smashing it across the steel turnpost for a loud crash that makes part of the front row cringe, knowing that is about to be their hero. As Vladimir nears with evil intent, Alex grabs the tool case Vladimir had pulled out moments ago and slams it across the side of Vlad's head. The Hardcore King falls onto the rubble of the announcers table abruptly, the case having more weight to it than it looked like. Alex gets up and tosses it aside, not realizing what was held within. He picks Vlad up and rolls him into the ring.
He climbs onto the apron and makes his way to the top turnbuckle, looking out to his fans and raising his arms into the air to hype them up. It works and a roar of cheering rises throughout the arena. He claps his hands together and they all follow like little puppets, chanting "Alex Stall!" all the while, over and over again like the opiate of the masses. He stands up top and raises his arms to the side as though symbolizing the cross he carries on his back with the burden of facing GHW's proverbial brick wall and knowing how shameful that long walk down the aisle to his lockerroom will be if he leaves this ring without the title around his waist. Vladimir lays there in the ring, flat on his back and his eyes closed almost peacefully as he is completely unaware of what is about to happen.
Alex lowers himself and bounces up and down a little, testing the elasticity of the ropes tonight and the force he can get from them. He crosses his arms over his chest and lowers his head, taking a deep breath as he prepares himself. As he moves the energy in his body into pushing down with as much force and weight as he can, he then reverses the flow, flexing his body as he leaps from the turnbuckle and moves the energy back up through his body. He pushes out with his back and swings his legs forward, tucking them behind him. He leans his head back and curves backwards, curving his body in a crescent for perfect form and momentum and velocity.
As Alex's body comes upside down and his opponent is now in his line of view once more, Alex spreads his arms out swiftly, ,making his body an abstract cross of sorts. His eyes shoot wide open as he makes a startling sudden discovery. The menacing eyes of the Hardcore King are wide open, spelling possible bad news. Alex closes his eyes, hoping for the best as he comes down on Vladimir with all his weight and momentum propelling him down. Wind rushes from his chest once more as he lands, Vladimir's kneecaps slamming into his sternum in a wave of overwhelming pain that shoots the Angel's eyes wide open once more.
The force behind the move sends pain through Vladimir as well, his legs flaring in sheer agony. Alex bounces from the force and flips over the top of Vlad, the two rolling around the mat like epileptics at a rave. It takes a few moments before either is ready to continue, but it is Vlad who is ready first, grabbing Alex and flipping him over, going for the pin.
1...2...3.
Vladimir lets go as he raises his arms into the air and begins to celebrating, the referee having to calm him down and remind him he needs a count of 5 to win this match. Vladimir curses and punches the referee across the temple, knocking him down before laying in with boots and pushing him out of the ring.
As Vlad turns around, he begins to go after Alex, who reaches out, looking for something, anything to help him. As he does, his hand comes across a round pole, taking him a minute to realize it's the lead pipe Izzy had given him on his way to the ring. He brings it across Vladimir's head as the prick reaches down to pick him up once more. Swinging with a death grip, the spot across Vladimir's head is red and welting before he even lands on the mat. Alex Stall drops it and quickly moves in for the pin, not realizing that the referee is out. The audience counts for him anyhow, chanting out loud.
"1...2...3...4.."
The unofficial count is cut off by an unnecessary kickout on the behalf of Vladimir. Alex smacks the canvas in frustration and picks up the lead pipe once more. He drops down onto Vladimir with a shot t the ribcage, working over those ribs, still cracked and sore from his battle with the Demonic Angel.
Alex goes for another cover, this time an official one as a new referee comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. He pounds the mat, making the call as Alex grabs Vladimir's leg and pulls it back for leverage.
1 2 3 KICKOUT!
Vladimir forces his leg out of Alex's arms as brings his shoulders up off the mat. He slams the tip of his elbow into the back of Alex's head, stalling him for a moment, just long enough to recover enough to get up at the same time as his foe. They begin exchanging blows again, Alex getting the better of him. Alex slams the top of his boot into the gut of Vlad and doubles him over, quickly latching onto his head from the side. He jumps onto the second rope and springboards off, spinning around and planting Vlad on the top of his cranium with a DDT that shakes the ring.
Alex rolls him over for another pin, but only gets another 3 count before Vladimir kicks out once more.
JP: Holy shit! Will nothing keep this man down!?
As Alex gets up once more, he makes his way outside of the ring, scavenging through weapons to find one he likes. He picks up a barbed wire bat and climbs back in, just as Vladimir is finally up to his feet. Alex swings as if trying to knock a ball out of the back, connecting with the side of Vlad's face. Vladimir drops back down, scratches across his face letting out blood on the mat. Alex follows up with shots to the back but soon his shoulder begins to feel sore, aching and throbbing once more as he's coming down off of an adrenaline rush.
As it does, he slows down while picking up Vladimir. Vlad quickly takes the advantage from this and grabs him by the forearm, bringing it over his shoulder and then pulling it down across the top, yanking on the bones again. Alex cries out in pain, but Vladimir ignores it as he pulls the arm down across the top of his shoulder again. Vlad then brings his foot back between the legs of Alex and drops him to the ground, holding himself with his bad arm and his shoulder with the good one.
Vladimir heads out of the ring and makes his way over near Jimmy. He bends down and grabs the black hard plastic case and lifts it up, smiling as he looks at it.
JP: What the hell does he have in there? Why is he smiling!?
Vladimir slides into the ring with the case and walks over to Alex. He stomps on his stomach and then sits down on him as he holds his gut, sitting on Alex's arms where he can no longer use them. He sets the black case next to his head and undoes small clasps at the bottom, unlocking it. He then opens it up and smiles at what he finds inside. Vladimir reaches into the case and pulls out a power drill, raising it high in the air for everyone to see like show and tell.
Vladimir squeezes the trigger and a roar of wind is heard whipping around the twists of the shaft. At the end is a sharp, 3 pronged adjustment that appears to look like a crown, the middle point longer and wider than the side ones. Vladimir messes with the trigger, letting up and pushing down with force again and again, the whirling noise making Alex nervous as he desperately squirms and struggles underneath for freedom.
Vladimir pushes down on the trigger as far as it will go, the shaft and adjustment twirling in a blur as he slowly begins to lower it. The twirling point tears through the flesh of Alex's shoulder like a hot knife through butter, finding little resistance. It digs in through the meat, slowing down a bit as blood makes it's way up the spiral and flies out, spraying and splattering blood across Vlad and Alex. It digs deeper and hits bone tearing at it and chipping tiny pieces from it as Alex screams loudly in pain, begging for mercy as the pain seems ingrained in his very soul and being in this moment. Vladimir rips the drill out and stops it, Alex near weeping in agony beneath him as drops of blood fall onto his face like a leaky ceiling. Vladimir raises it to his mouth and sticks his tongue out, running it up the bloody metal of the drill with a smile and a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He licks his lips and smiles, offering Alex a lick of the drill as he is unable to hear it over the sounds of his own screams.
TBCB Alex
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