DM Vasher vs Blaine

[Tyler Angel]

While the attendants and staff clear the ring and set up the new, fresh material, the Red, White and Bruised promo for the match card is shown. The crowd gets excited when the names of Gnarfflinger, Dominik Santiago and Hayden Hardkore are called. Without a second thought, the fans boo Stone Orchard, Reeves and Samoa Joe. When the promo, ends Charlie Coors enters the ring with microphone in hand.

CC: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Red, White and Bruised!!! It's been a long, bloody month mates and I'm glad to see you UK, fans filling every seat. I'm mean you mates are great, bloody great!

Big Al: His British speech and accent are as good as the UK's Olympic Squad. Bloody Terrible, haha!

CC: Well without further ado, its time to get our first match underway. Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 211 pounds, D-M-Vasher!!!


The fans look to the entrance ramp as Brother by Dark New Day hits the P.A. system. The lights in the arena start flickering wildly and a Canadian Flag surrounded by fire is show on the tron. Desmond emerges from the curtains and he wears a red jacket with the Canadian Flag on the back, and holds a large Canadian Flag.DM Vasher walks slowly to the ring before sliding into the ring through the middle rope.

Vasher stands for a minute as his song reaches its conclusion and decides to grab a mic from the ring attendants.

Desmond, climbs up the turnbuckle and begins to speak, while raising the Canadian Flag high into the air.

DMV: Well, well, well, look at all you British Idiots! I mean I've seen American Idiots, heck they've got a song, but there's not a more disgusting race of people then the British. You pigs have nothing on Canada, hell you couldn't light a fucking candle to us.

Especially with your British accent! I mean what the hell does bloody mean? And, and, and why does every British dude have to have yellow, rotten teeth. Is it to hard for you people to brush your teeth in the morning?

Hell, and your women, I mean your women, they're the biggest whores in the universe. I mean, a dated a British girl, and everywhere we went she was reaching for my great Canadian Package.

I mean, can't we just go out to dinner, or see a movie, girl I don't want to come in tonight!

Now I know its hard to believe but I didn't just come out here to beat someone's ass, I actually wanted to start the night off with some festivities. Come on out ladies!

Two gorgeous women, barely dressed come out wearing British apparel.

Yes, British women would be perfect for this game. Now, where gonna play Vasher says. Its a pretty easy game, uh, I just tell you to do something and you follow the damn orders. Even, you British people should understand it.

Now, Vasher says place your right hand in front of your face. Vasher says, uh, ball your right hand into a fist. Vasher says grab your right wrist with your left hand, tightly. Now punch yourself in your ugly face if your British.

Lots, of boos erupt from the crowd as do UK chants.

Hahaha, wasn't that a fun game. I saw some of you actually punch yourselves in the face for that one. That proves that British people are not the superior race.

Ladies, you can leave now. Its time for me to get my focus for my match. Oh, but wait, I have a special surprise for the crowd.

The women stop at the ropes and begin lifting up their tops and the crowd begins chanting. What they think will be huge boobs is actually another T-shirt with a small Canadian Flag on it.

Hahaha, you pigs, you horny, rotten, British pigs. Thought you were gonna get a flashy did ya! Not today.

Ladies thank you.

The two ladies exit the ring and head to the back laughing at the crowd.

Now, with a few laughs I'm ready for my opponent. But let me say one more thing, I'm not in the mood to face a British superstar, so if he does happen to share that race, he'll happen to share the ass kicking his race has received throughout history!

Vasher hands the ring attendant the mic and grabs onto the ropes awaiting his opponent.

[samoanjoe]

The entire arena goes pitch black as Vasher waits in the middle of the ring. Blackish White smoke begins building up on the arena floor. 4 men bearing torches walk from behind the entrance curtains and they walk down the ramp. They stop at the very end and form a line each person on the other side of the other. The men wear old faded black trench coat type jackets with hoods covering their faces. Vasher places his hand on his hip and stares at them with a confused look. The men remain completely still as the smoke begins rising from their ankles. After a minute, the curtain begins moving and walking onto the entrance ramp emerge more hooded men. The scene this time is different a more disturbing. In front of the new group walks a man holding a large, old, brown book and a yellow urn. In back of him, the rest of the group is carrying a wooden casket with a large skull head at the top. The fans are confused and scared while DM Vasher begins backing up to the ropes.

Big Al:
Is it just me or does it feel like the temperature has dropped, significantly?

Colin:
Feels like an Ice Age out here (begins shivering). Maybe the coolant broke or something!

Big Al:
Coolant broke my ass! Somebody has messed with the damn coolant! Matt O better fix dis crap. (Begins Rubbing His Shoulders).

The casket carriers stop a few feet away from the ring apron. The lead man motions them and they move it back a little more, and push it directly in the center. The lead man then walks over to the front of the casket and places the urn on the ground on a direct alignment with the casket. He looks up at the torch bearers and as the rest of the group gets in formation and make makes sure everyone is completely straight pointing at positions and places to go. When the everyone is standing still, showing full self control, the lead man request a microphone from the ring attendant and turns to DM Vasher who's face shows a mixture of fear and confusion. The leader opens the book brown book to about the middle, and blows some dust off and begins reading.

-Hooded Man-
(In A Deep Tone):

Ana-Mu-Nok-Na-Dot-Mayr-Teinenteh-

Accept the Lord of Darkness, The Emperor of The Underworld as Your Saviour

Anhar-Mu-Nak-Na-Tiena-Jar-

Allow The Purity of Evil To Guide You!!!

Ana-Mu-Nok-Na-Dot-Mayr-Tienenteh-Anjala-Sacrificiajota-Harvista-Bloodiane-

Oh My Lord I Have Brought A Fresh Soul To Feast On

Ana-Mu-Nok-Na-Dot-Mayr-Tienenteh-Ikanbara-Anjala-Ikanbara-Anjala

Lord Of Darkness, Master of Evil, Rise, Rise!!!

Junkun-Dara-Munka-Dunjun-Khajira-

Capture The Soul Of The Surface Dweller And Engulf Him In The Foresaken Darkness!!!

The rest of the group joins in on the chanting in a disturbing, unison with a demonic harmony. The lead man raises his voice and the torchbearers raise their torches high, over there heads.

-Hooden Man-
Ana-Mu-Nok-Na-Dot-Mayr-Teinenteh-Dakondoas-Vicktish-Wakishan-Deshtooshaw

Oh Forbidden One Feast Upon This Sacrifice!

Ana-Mu-Nok-Na-Dot-Mayr-Teinenteh-Ikanbara-Anjala-Inkanbara-Anjala!!

RISE OF EVIL ONE RISE!!!

RISE!!

RISE!!!!!

The hooded lead man lays the book on the arena floor and grabs the urn and takes off the top. He then pours some of what seems to be ashes onto the skull. He digs in his pocket after placing the urn on the ground and pulls out some leaves and dirt. The man crushes the leaves and spreads the dirt all over the skull on top of the ashes. The man then takes the remains of the dirt, turns, and throws it into the ring. When he turns back around he turns facing the coffin and extends his arms out while leaning his head back. The voices of the chanting men reaches their highest tone. Two torch bearers move out of line and hand the man their torches before re-entering the line. The hooded leader then places the torches into the skull's mouth and after a few seconds the skull begins to light on fire.

After a few minutes the fans begin gasping as the coffin lid begins moving. The coffin shakes and after a few seconds the top quickly slides off and the coffin lays open in the spotlight. A mother in the front row grabs onto her child's eyes blinding him from the sight of Blaine, The Emperor Of The Underworld raising his head up. His face is covered in white face paint and his arms form an "X' across his chest. Without any help from his arms or his worshipers, the dark figure rises until he stands on two feet in the coffin, with his back turned to the ring. The man then slowly turns towards the ring still with his arms crossed. When he turns completely, he just stands like a statue before opening his dark, black eyes. He extends his arms out as far as they can go very quickly while simultaneously leaning his head back causing fire to erupt at the top of the ring posts. The explosion causes Ministry by Jim Johnston to hit the P.A. system. The character walks out of the coffin, one foot before the other and approaches the lead man who begins kneeling. The rest of the group grab the coffin and head to the back through the curtains.

Colin Jennings:
What the Hell is that?

Big Al:
For Vasher's sake, I hope that isn't his opponent! The guy looks like something from a horror flick!

Colin Jennings:
And if he is that must have been his summoning ceremony or his entrance, and that itself was very,very mortifying!

The man stops at the bowing follower who rises and points to the ring. The vampire looking, creature grabs onto the top rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, there he stares down Vasher, barely blinking. Vasher eyes look as if he had seen a ghost. The man steps over the top rope entering the ring followed by the hooded man bringing the urn and microphone with him.

-Hooded Man-
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, you have all been gathered here to day to witness the feeding hour. But first let me introduce ourselves. I Am Guiamorto the leader of the "Children Of Darkness". And he is, well he is the hungry, hailing from the darkest, deepest, depths of The Underworld, weighing in tonight at 255 pounds. Ladies and Gents, behold The Emperor of The Underworld, The Lord Of Darkness, BLAINE!!!

My Lord, I give you your sacrifice!!!

Blaine lets out a demonic war cry causing the referee, whom seems scared himself to ring the bell. Guiamorto exits the ring and walks over to the announce table and gets in on the commentary putting on a headset.

TBC

[Tyler Angel]

Vasher grabs the top rope and holds his face, his eyes tell a story of fear as he tries to survey the situation. Blaine just stares at him, slightly tilting his head with his jaw dropping down and slight drool coming from his tongue. Blaine slowly moves towards the ring hunching his back looking at Vasher with a dark, deranged look. Vasher moves towards the middle of the ring also, ultimately locking up with his twisted opponent. Blaine, uses his size and strength advantage pushes Vasher a few steps backward while turning towards the corner . Blaine slams Vasher into the corner and holds him there before the ref comes in and cautiously attempts to pull Blaine off. The monster turns toward the official and Vasher takes the opportunity and slaps Blaine across the face with his a palm. The cheap shot elicits severe boos from the crowd. Blaine's head turns a bit and his cold, dark face slightly changes to an expression of rage and disapproval. Blaine balls his fist and cracks Vasher across the face causing him to hold his cheek. Blaine then lifts his knee and drives it into Vasher's gut causing him to drop his guard. Blaine, then takes complete control by grabbing Vasher by his long, Canadian hair and roughly pulling him out of the corner launching him into the air into the middle of the ring.

Vasher holds his head and then rubs his back as he makes it to his feet looking over at the corner. at Blaine who huffs and puffs looking to destroy Vasher.

CC: Good God, look at the power of that thing. He just tosses Vasher out of the corner!

Guiamorto: Yes, the Lord of Darkness has superb strength, impeccable endurance and shocking speed for a large man. But hey, if your gonna be the King of The Underworld you have to be able to protect yourself.

Big Al: (Gulping)- He's like the Fighty fighty person from Hell. Vasher better pay attention because if he doesn't that might be where he ends up.

Guiamorto: Oh, no! Hell can't light a candle to where his soul is going!

Blaine moves back into the center as does Vasher and this time Vasher starts off the test of wits raising his hand into the air with his other one on the others side slightly below. Blaine, does the same but before the lock hands Vasher gets in a cheap shot, raising his foot quickly and driving it into Blaine's gut causing him to drop his hands. From there, Vasher grabs him by the head, raises his arm and drives his forearm into his head causing the big man to stagger a bit. Vasher then grabs his arm and tries to pull him towards himself with an Irish Whip but the big man barely moves his foot. Vasher tries again and he gains the same result. Desmond attempts for a third time and Blaine retaliates grabbing his arm and pulling him himself and extending his arm. Vasher, exploiting his quickness ducks the clothesline and rebounds off the ropes bending down while running, ducking another clothesline and rebounding again. Blaine bends down and Vasher jumps over his back grabbing onto his waist trying to pull him down but to no avail. His feet slam on the mat and he locks onto Blaine's legs with his hands and desperately tries to pull him down. Blaine, counters dropping down on his knees onto of Vasher keeping him pinned down. Blaine grabs Vasher's unprotected head and raises his arm aswell. He then begins to repeatedly pop Vasher in the head with his forearm causing the ref to step in. After 8-9 brain scrambling shots, the ref pulls Blaine off. Blaine, not liking it to much gives the ref a grimacing look and slowly chases him into the corner.

Vasher quietly crawls up behind Blaine who raises his hand up to strike the ref and grabs Blaine by putting one arm up between the his legs pulling the Underworld Emperor and he falls on the mat flat on his back. At this point, the Vasher rolls up a bit stacking Blaine on his shoulder. The shoulders are down and the once scared ref moves into count for the School Boy Pin. 1..2..


CC: Near fall there, Vasher almost got away with a quick one!

Guiamorto: Don't be a fool. There is no way Vasher was going to embarrass my master like that. Blaine will tear through him like bullets tear through flesh.

Big Al: I don't know, that was almost three. You'd better tell your guy to pay attention to his food and not the man officiating!

TBC

[samoanjoe]

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