Tuxedo Submission Match

[TPK]

Weasel: We've seen one hell of a card so far and it's only getting better, the match coming up is going to be...interesting to say the least. We have two men who are notorious for drinking and beating people the hell up. To call these men "stylish" would be a gross overstatement.

Malibu: Yeah and it would be like...totally untrue also Weasel. I mean I don't even think i've seen either of these guys wear anything even remotely fashionable.

As Malibu is nearing the end of her statement Otherworld by Nobuo Uematsu hits getting a mixed reaction from the fans, a few moments pass and nothing. After a few more moments a wall of security guards come from behind the ramp shoving Collin who is wearing a baby blue prom tux with matching pants, a pair of white shoes with black trim, and cloverleaf cuff links. The guards start to leave and Collin tries to follow them but gets shoved back toward the ring, he shakes his head angrily and grits his teeth as he turns around and walks slowly toward the ring.

Weasel: That statement you made a few moments ago, you know the one about neither men having been seen wearing anything remotely fashionable....that still stands for Collin I would have to say. The only place that is even close to stylish is well....you know what I can't think of anywhere.

Malibu: They dropped the ball letting the Fighty fighty persons choose their own suits I guess....god that thing is Hideous! I mean come on what the hell was he thinking!

Linda: The following is a Tuxedo Submission Match. The person to strip their opponent of his tux and make him submit is the winner. Introducing first, from Killkenny Ireland he stands six feet two inches tall, and weighs in this evening at two hundred and forty eight pounds, Collin "Irish Storm" FITZPATRICK!

The fans are now mostly laughing at Collin as he slowly makes his way down the ramp shaking his head in anger as he draws nearer to the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops. He looks up at the ring and draws a quick breath before sliding into the ring and walking over toward his corner, he leans back and gazes at the ramp ready for his opponent to make an appearance.

TBC

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: I discussed this with Tony and he said go for it. I only waited to see if the bit with Black Dragon backstage would develop.

The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth plays instead of the music that the fans were expecting...

Malibu: Like this is crap. Like this totally does not sound lit the Irishman's music?

Weasel: It's even better! It's Gnarfflinger the Butcher! Everyone knows he's pissed off at being left off the original card! And it looks like Colin here is going to pay the price!

The Familliar reddish smoke and pyrotechnic displays herald the arrival of the Butcher for the biggest show of the year. A Red spotlight shines on the Canadian veteran, looking surprisingly dapper in his Red and white tuxedo, a Canadian flag design on the back of the jacket.

Do you believe that ridiculous tuxedo he's wearing? Talk about your fashion don't!

He's a proud Canadian. He's wearing his national pride on his back for all to see and for Colin to shred.

What-EVER! He still looks all old and gross with all the wrinkles and scars and junk...

The Butcher pushes a shopping cart full of weapons, light tubes in a box under the main part of the cart add to the anticipation for the unholy slaughter that appears imminent.

Colin: What are you doing here? I was supposed to fight the Irishman!

GtB: Yes, well, he had a little accident back stage. He headbutted a Frying pan about 6 or 8 times. The fact that it was in my hand at the time was merely a coincidence...

If ye want yer bloody thrashing, come on then boy!

Well, since Black Dragon was no fun back stage, I might as well claim another victim tonight!

With that, the Butcher grabs his frying pan and slides under the bottom rope. Colin jumps on the Butcher and tries to rip at the jacket, but the Butcher comes up with a brass knuckle loaded fist to the emeralds. Colin crumples to all fours. The Butcher tries to pull the pant legs of Colin, but he is met with a kick to the mid section.

TBC: Anyone involved. It could be up to 4 but I don't think the other two are still here.

[TPK]

Collin and Gnarf both move away from one another, both men reach opposite sides of the ring and turn to face one another once again as they try to regain composure. Both men gaze at one another and start back toward one another, they get in the middle of the ring and begin to barrage one another verbally, however words quickly turn to fists as the two men begin to exchange hard lefts and rights both getting their fair share of hits in on each other.

Malibu: Oh..my..GOD! These two are so fashion illiterate Weasel, I swear I can't wait until they are out of those hideous tuxedos...on second though that could be just as disturbing.

Weasel: This match has some potential, I know Irishman was supposed to be in here against Collin but Gnarfflinger the Butcher is a living legend in my book and this match will be just as good if not better because of him.

The exchange is cut short when Gnarf lands a shot with his brass knuckle covered fist catching Collin in the side of the head making him turn and quickly stumble away. Collin stops by the ropes and leans against the top rope as Gnarf takes this chance to exit the ring and head toward his stash of toys, he rummages through his cart and pulls out a bundle of light tubes, he sits that on the ring apron and then grabs a Singapore caine which he holds onto as he slides back into the ring. Gnarf sees Collin turning back to face him and quickly takes a shot at him swinging the caine forcefully out and catching Collin in the right shoulder making him wince and take a step away, Gnarf sees this as an opening and swings the caine out again, this time however Collin ducks the shot, he then pops up and leaves his feet and propels his legs out and lands both of his feet into the chest of Gnarf knocking him off of his feet sending him crashing to the mat below.

Weasel: And down goes The Butcher, what a dropkick on the part of Collin Fitzpatrick, but that won't be good enough to win the match here. The only way to win is by submission but even then it only counts if your opponent is out of his tux.

Malibu: Very odd match type I would have to say, I mean here we have two guys who normally wouldn't be caught dead in a tuxedo, fighting in tuxedos. But weirder things have totally happened.

Collin lands soon after Gnarf and rolls onto his knees before getting to his feet and making his way to the light tube bundle, Collin picks up the bundle and places it upright in the corner, he grins slyly and points at Gnarf before raising his eyebrows and pointing at the tube bundle. Collin then proceeds to grab Gnarf by the arm and hoist him to his feet, he keeps Gnarf's arm held and fires him at the corner containing the tubes, Gnarf somehow manages to reverse his momentum and sends Collin toward the corner. Collin speeds toward the tubes but somehow manages to stop himself by grabbing the top rope to stop his momentum, Collin chuckles and turns as he points at his head as he mouths something to Gnarf who without warning rushes forward and leaps into the air forcing Collin to back into the corner and smash into the tubes with his back, Gnarf steps away and Collin staggers out of the corner white powder now covering the back of his blue suit. Collin tries to keep his footing but can't as he falls forward hitting the mat with a thud. Gnarf sees an opening to stip Collin of some close and kneels beside him before rolling him onto his back and quickly working to unbutton his opponents top, he gets the buttons undone and quickly forces Collin to sit up before tugging the tux jacket finally managing to get it over the head of Collin getting a huge pop from the capacity crowd. Gnarf gets to his feet and fires the tux top into the crowd before starting back toward Collin to start on t he bottom of the tux but gets a kick in the inner thigh for his trouble making him drop to one knee.

Weasel: So far it looks like The Butcher is in charge he has Irish Storm stripped of his top but he still has to get the bottom of before he can do anything and Collin isn't going to give them up without one hell of a fight however.

Malibu: Well Scar...everything just tried to take Collin's bottom but just got sent to a knee. This match is far from over if these two men have anything at all to say about it.

Collin scoots away from Gnarf, he gets a few feet away and brings himself to a stand looking relieved yet annoyed at the same time at having lost his top. Irish Storm sees Gnarf still on one knee and begins taunting him as if daring him to stand up, Gnarf not being one to back down from a challenge scowls at Collin and gets up to his feet. Collin continues to berate Gnarf in an attempt to draw him into attacking blindly but Gnarf is to smart to fall for this and moves around the ring methodically. Collin seeing his plan isn't going to work quite as planned begins to circle with Gnarf, the two men lunge at one another and lock up with one another and begin to press into one another. Neither man has a very big advantage at first but it doesn't take long for Gnarf's weight advantage to show as he slowly begins to force Collin back toward the ropes, Irish Storm seeing Gnarf having the upper hand fires a knee up and into Gnarf's gut making him release his grip, Collin rushes forward and wraps an arm around Gnarf's arm before falling to his back driving the top of his opponent's head forcefully into the canvas.

Weasel: Nice DDT from Collin there, now if he can just get up he may have a chance to get Gnarf out of part of that tux he is wearing and even the odds.

Malibu: Well it wouldn't really be like...even Weasel. Even if you strip your opponent out of their tux you still have to make them tap and thats going to likely be the hardest part of this match.

TBC

[gnarfflinger]

Colin Rolls the Butcher on his back, and tries to even the match, but the Butcher anticipates the move and counters with a thumb to the eye. A Kick to the groin later Colin is on his knees. Gnarfflinger distances himself from his foe, regains his feet, only to see Colin root through the cart to find a Hand Sickle!

This could be good! The Butcher tried to rip off something from Rurouni, but Colin could be the one doing the ripping in a moment!

This is going to be, like, all disgusting and stuff, isn't it?

Gnarfflinger charges, spearing his foe, but not dislodging the weapon from his hands. The Butcher appears to be choking Colin, who dribes the blade of the sickle into the shoulder of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger recoils back with Colin's bowtie in his hand, but the Sickle has cut enough of the suit that the sleeve of the jacket is hanging there. Colin pulls on it, ripping the sleeve from not only the jacket and the shirt underneath!

It looks like the Butcher has his right arm exposed, but Colin is missing a few buttons on his shirt and his bowtie!

At least that grotesque tuxedo is getting destroyed in this match...

Colin makes a last slash to rip the shirt of the Butcher, leaving a noticeable slash--in the Butcher as well as his clothes. Gnarfflinger backs off, finding a Frying pan to counter the pressed attack from Irish Storm. The Steel blade of the sickle clashes with the cast iron frying pan, the Butcher lifts as he pushes forward, opening an opportunity for the Butcher to plant a knee in the gut of his foe. Gnarfflinger then smacks Colin with the pan staggering him, the sickle clattering to the mat as the veteran pushes forward against the stunned superstar...

TBC: Colin.