Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Jun 12, 2008 1:09:08 GMT -5
As both men are sprawled along the concrete, they slowly begin coming to. Rhaps is first to his feet, climbing slowly in. Vladimir is shortly behind, Rhaps up to his feet before Vlad gets in. He leans against the ropes, tired, exhausted, sweating and bleeding. Vladimir pulls himself up from rope to rope, finally planting both feet before stumbling back and bumping into Rhaps. Rhaps throws a forearm across the back of the stumbling mess and sends him to a knee. Vladimir now down for a moment, he makes his way to the top turnbuckle, crimson drops rolling off of his brow. He stands at the top now, looking at Vlad and waiting patiently.
JP: It's all over! The scores are tied and Rhaps is in position to take this one home!!
Ray: NOOO!!! He can't! He just can't!!
As Vladimir stands back on his feet and turns around, the Rhaptastic one takes to the air. He throws himself forward, legs open and ready to clasp down on the side of Vladimir's head. He wraps them around and shoots back, throwing his weight and momentum back. As he falls down, Rhaps is nearly stopped as Vladimir brings his arms up to hook around his. He pulls Rhaps in close and springs forward into the hurricanrana. Rhaps, realizing something is wrong, unravels his legs and plants both boots on the mat, the King now flipping over his head. Vladimir yanks him right back off of his feet and into the flip, using Rhaps' momentum against him as he spins to a seated position, driving the shoulders and the back of the cranium of Rhaps into the canvas. The impact is explosive, the ring shaking as the bang rises into the rafters.
JP comes up from his seat in astonishment, bugeyed and screaming.
"HOLY SHIT!!! VLADIMIR FLIPPED HIM INTO A SKESIS DRIVER!!!!"
Ray: YES! YES! YES!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!? Rhaps just got splattered!!!
Vladimir gasps for air, looking in awe at his own destruction. Rhaps lay before him and 2 minutes remains on the clock as he pulls Rhaps onto his back and drops across his torso. The referee slides into place, nearly running into the men. He slams a hand against the mat, following up with another. As he raises his arm a third time, he blasts the mat with his open palm, pointing to the time keeper's station to confirm the fall. The bell rings as the score changes, Vladimir pulling the lead back in his favor. He rolls off and stares at the ceiling, the lights shining brightly in his irises.
JP: That's a fall! Vladimir has pulled the lead and Rhaps will have to fight hard to take it back, considering he has less than 2 minutes!!!
Ray: I've never been so happy in my life!!!
Vladimir is rolled over suddenly, offering no resistance in his ignorance. Rhaps grabs his further leg and pulls it into the shape of a '4' across the other. He plants a boot on top of it to keep it in place, reaching out and clutching Vlad's other boot tightly. The SIC maniac rolls himself backwards onto his shoulder, pulling Vladimir's legs off of the mat and stressing his body as he is held against the mat by his torso and face, his midsection bulging out in a bend. He begins screaming out in pain as Rhaps holds him in his own signature move, the Breaking Wheel.
JP: And Rhaps is back in it! He's turned the tables and he's got Vladimir Strife in his own submission!!! If he can make Vladimir tap out for the first time in his career, Rhaps will tie the match and remain champion!
Ray: NOOOO!!! It's not fair!! Let him go, meanie!
The clock strikes 00:50, Vladimir flailing his arms wildly as his face begins to turn bright red from the blood rushing to his brain. Rhaps pulls on the ankle he holds, refusing to let go until Vladimir taps. Side by side, the SIC maniac looks at his foe and proclaims "SNAP OR TAP, VLADDY!! SNAP OR TAP!!". With less than half of a minute now to go, the King's face is darkening in it's red tint, beginning to go purple as he tries for air but finds no relief due to his awkward position, his neck bent back and his cheek pressed firmly to the mat. The clock ticks away and the King starts to fade, finding no way out of a move he'd locked opponents in mercilessly many times without a care for the pain he was inflicting. 15 seconds left as the King raises an arm into the air, holding it up as it shakes, contemplating if it's worth it. As we count down, his hand begins to slowly drift down, hitting the canvas finally as we get down to the last 5 seconds of the bout.
Fans stand high as Vlad's hand hits the mat, hanging on for 2 more slaps to signal that he has given up. His hand stays still however as the clock runs out, a buzzer ringing as Rhaps' facial expression turns to that of shock. He releases the hold, Vladimir's body dropping with a thud as the bell rings one final time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner and the NEW Charging Glory Champion... Vladimir... T. ... STRIFE!!"
'People Hate Me' plays through the P.A. as Rhaps holds his head in his hands in disappointment at coming so far to lose. Vladimir slowly begins to move, finally taking in precious air, his world half blackened and spinning. The referee holds Vlad's hand high, thrusting the title into his other arm, which falls out as the King is unable to hold it.
Rhaps helps Vladimir to his feet, practically having to lift him all by himself and sets Vladimir into the corner. He looks down to the Charging Glory title and reaches down, picking it up. He holds it out in his arms, staring at it a moment before looking back up to Vladimir, who seems to have come to now. The men gaze at one another, both bloodied, bludgeoned, and broken. Rhaps extends his arm, holding the title in front of his adversary. Vladimir slowly takes it and looks at it, Rhaps turning and walking away.
Vladimir steps out of the corner suddenly, reaching out and grabbing Rhaps by the shoulder. He turns him around, bringing Rhaps face to face with him once more. Rhaps looks into the sunken eyes of Vladimir Strife, Vlad looking down to hint at Rhaps. Rhaps looks down as well, seeing Vladimir's hand open and extended towards him. He nods his head tiredly and places his own against it, shaking the hand of a man he'd been adamant about destroying for the past hour. The two give a nod of respect to each other as the fans stand up in their seats, applauding and cheering the sign of showmanship from the athletes.
Rhaps makes his way out of the ring, Vladimir taking a moment to hold the title high for everyone to see. He clutches it to his chest and kisses it, tears of joy running down his face as he finally makes his way back to the top of the ladder. 1 year after winning the Charging Glory title, only to have it taken away from him the next day, Vladimir T. Strife again stands tall at NeXuS, a crowned King.
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JP: It's all over! The scores are tied and Rhaps is in position to take this one home!!
Ray: NOOO!!! He can't! He just can't!!
As Vladimir stands back on his feet and turns around, the Rhaptastic one takes to the air. He throws himself forward, legs open and ready to clasp down on the side of Vladimir's head. He wraps them around and shoots back, throwing his weight and momentum back. As he falls down, Rhaps is nearly stopped as Vladimir brings his arms up to hook around his. He pulls Rhaps in close and springs forward into the hurricanrana. Rhaps, realizing something is wrong, unravels his legs and plants both boots on the mat, the King now flipping over his head. Vladimir yanks him right back off of his feet and into the flip, using Rhaps' momentum against him as he spins to a seated position, driving the shoulders and the back of the cranium of Rhaps into the canvas. The impact is explosive, the ring shaking as the bang rises into the rafters.
JP comes up from his seat in astonishment, bugeyed and screaming.
"HOLY SHIT!!! VLADIMIR FLIPPED HIM INTO A SKESIS DRIVER!!!!"
Ray: YES! YES! YES!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!? Rhaps just got splattered!!!
Vladimir gasps for air, looking in awe at his own destruction. Rhaps lay before him and 2 minutes remains on the clock as he pulls Rhaps onto his back and drops across his torso. The referee slides into place, nearly running into the men. He slams a hand against the mat, following up with another. As he raises his arm a third time, he blasts the mat with his open palm, pointing to the time keeper's station to confirm the fall. The bell rings as the score changes, Vladimir pulling the lead back in his favor. He rolls off and stares at the ceiling, the lights shining brightly in his irises.
JP: That's a fall! Vladimir has pulled the lead and Rhaps will have to fight hard to take it back, considering he has less than 2 minutes!!!
Ray: I've never been so happy in my life!!!
Vladimir is rolled over suddenly, offering no resistance in his ignorance. Rhaps grabs his further leg and pulls it into the shape of a '4' across the other. He plants a boot on top of it to keep it in place, reaching out and clutching Vlad's other boot tightly. The SIC maniac rolls himself backwards onto his shoulder, pulling Vladimir's legs off of the mat and stressing his body as he is held against the mat by his torso and face, his midsection bulging out in a bend. He begins screaming out in pain as Rhaps holds him in his own signature move, the Breaking Wheel.
JP: And Rhaps is back in it! He's turned the tables and he's got Vladimir Strife in his own submission!!! If he can make Vladimir tap out for the first time in his career, Rhaps will tie the match and remain champion!
Ray: NOOOO!!! It's not fair!! Let him go, meanie!
The clock strikes 00:50, Vladimir flailing his arms wildly as his face begins to turn bright red from the blood rushing to his brain. Rhaps pulls on the ankle he holds, refusing to let go until Vladimir taps. Side by side, the SIC maniac looks at his foe and proclaims "SNAP OR TAP, VLADDY!! SNAP OR TAP!!". With less than half of a minute now to go, the King's face is darkening in it's red tint, beginning to go purple as he tries for air but finds no relief due to his awkward position, his neck bent back and his cheek pressed firmly to the mat. The clock ticks away and the King starts to fade, finding no way out of a move he'd locked opponents in mercilessly many times without a care for the pain he was inflicting. 15 seconds left as the King raises an arm into the air, holding it up as it shakes, contemplating if it's worth it. As we count down, his hand begins to slowly drift down, hitting the canvas finally as we get down to the last 5 seconds of the bout.
Fans stand high as Vlad's hand hits the mat, hanging on for 2 more slaps to signal that he has given up. His hand stays still however as the clock runs out, a buzzer ringing as Rhaps' facial expression turns to that of shock. He releases the hold, Vladimir's body dropping with a thud as the bell rings one final time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner and the NEW Charging Glory Champion... Vladimir... T. ... STRIFE!!"
'People Hate Me' plays through the P.A. as Rhaps holds his head in his hands in disappointment at coming so far to lose. Vladimir slowly begins to move, finally taking in precious air, his world half blackened and spinning. The referee holds Vlad's hand high, thrusting the title into his other arm, which falls out as the King is unable to hold it.
Rhaps helps Vladimir to his feet, practically having to lift him all by himself and sets Vladimir into the corner. He looks down to the Charging Glory title and reaches down, picking it up. He holds it out in his arms, staring at it a moment before looking back up to Vladimir, who seems to have come to now. The men gaze at one another, both bloodied, bludgeoned, and broken. Rhaps extends his arm, holding the title in front of his adversary. Vladimir slowly takes it and looks at it, Rhaps turning and walking away.
Vladimir steps out of the corner suddenly, reaching out and grabbing Rhaps by the shoulder. He turns him around, bringing Rhaps face to face with him once more. Rhaps looks into the sunken eyes of Vladimir Strife, Vlad looking down to hint at Rhaps. Rhaps looks down as well, seeing Vladimir's hand open and extended towards him. He nods his head tiredly and places his own against it, shaking the hand of a man he'd been adamant about destroying for the past hour. The two give a nod of respect to each other as the fans stand up in their seats, applauding and cheering the sign of showmanship from the athletes.
Rhaps makes his way out of the ring, Vladimir taking a moment to hold the title high for everyone to see. He clutches it to his chest and kisses it, tears of joy running down his face as he finally makes his way back to the top of the ladder. 1 year after winning the Charging Glory title, only to have it taken away from him the next day, Vladimir T. Strife again stands tall at NeXuS, a crowned King.
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