Matthew Oliveira vs Purest: UV Match

[thepurest]

The Purest's contract

The scene opens up with the camera running over an arena full of screaming fans. Who are waiting expectantly for their third match of the evening, having already witnessed the singles match between Skull and Jordan Elliot.

-:Mulligan:-
This one should be good...Both men have their personal agendas for this match tonight, but either way, tonight we're guaranteed to be in for one hell of a match!

-:Jennings:-
Amen to that.

The camera changes from the commentators to the stage as Master Of Puppets by Metallica starts to emit all throughout the arena. The lights flicker before going off, sinking the room into darkness but only for a few seconds before a dull red glow lights the arena and smoke starts to billow out from behind the entrance to the arena down the ramp towards the ring.

-:Coors:-
Introducing First...

"End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you"

He falls silent as a rather angry looking man dressed in Black wrestling tights and black wrestling boots walks out from behind the curtain and throws his arms in the air. The fans give him a mixed reaction, more in the crowd are against him than for him though. He looks around happily at the reaction from the fans before proceeding down the ramp towards the ring. He veers off to the right side and acknowledges some of the cheering fans until he comes across a fan who shouts at him angrily. The Scottish national looks down at the largely outweighed fan, laughing off the comments made at him he proceeds further down the ramp to the ring.

"Come crawling faster
Obey your Master
Your life burns faster
Obey your Master
Master"

-:Coors:-
Hailing from Ayr, Scotland...Weighing in tonight at 240lbs and standing 6' 4" tall...The epitome of Purity...The Purest!

As he says his name the one time Locash Cowboy rolls in the ring under the bottom rope and gets up to one knee in the centre and looks around at the fans smiling before standing up and motioning for his music to be cut off. It takes a few seconds but it does and he walks over to the ropes and pulls on them to test them out before resting against the turn-buckle to wait on his opponent. The lighting returns to normal and the camera switches from Purest to the stage.

-:Mulligan:-
I can't wait for this one to start!

TbC by Matthew

[Matt Oliveira]

Matthew Oliveira's Contract

The Purest stands in-ring, his hands clutching each wrist at a time, keeping the hockey tape wrapped around his hands firm. He grins slightly, despite the fact of his intense dislike for bouts based on the aid of foreign objects. He remains stern in his attention, focus locked on the entrance ramp as red light floods the arena. Following suit, "Angry Chair" by Alice in Chains starts creeping from the sound system of the Jefferson Convention Complex as Matthew Oliveira's Entrance Video begins to play.

Sitting on an angry chair...
Angry walls that steal the air...
Stomach hurts and I don't care
-What do I see 'cross the way? Heyyy..
See myself molded in clay, awww..
Stares at me, yeah, I'm afraid, heyyy..
Changing the shape of his face, aww yeah..

The bell chimes thrice as Oliveira walks onto the Tried and Convicted stage, in his right hand hangs a thumbtack chair to suit the stipulation of the contest. As Charlie Coors, long-time ally of the Genius from years ago gives his introduction Matt holds his arms out by his sides, closing his eyes to absorb the atmosphere that Layne Staley and company bring to the arena.

Coors: "Introducing the opponent, fighting out of Amherstview, Ontario, Canada and at a weight of two-hundred and fifty-two pounds; GHW Hall of Fame Alumni Member of 2008 and The Harrrrdcore Genius...MATTHEW OLIVEIRA!"
Mulligan: "Now, I dunno if I fell asleep or somethin' but I don't exactly recognize the tune we got playin' at the moment."
Jennings: "Oh, I do, Al! This was the debuting song of Matthew Oliveira nearly four years ago. Remember what Matt said about studying his roots? I guess this is just one of his ways."

...Little boy made a mistake, heyyy..
Pink cloud has now turned to gray, aww..
All that I want is to play, heyyy..
Get on your knees, time to pray, boyy..

The former GHW King of Deathmatches is dressed in his usual garb: combat boots, black kneepads for the less-than-redundant protective attempts made for his own well-being, dark blue denim shorts at low-knee length, his newest Oliveira 2009 Signature shirt, and the traditional leather jacket to complete his ensemble. An alteration has been made since his earlier homily in the night as white tape has been wrapped from knuckle-to-elbow on his arms in preparation to the extreme spectrum of hazards that await him and his opponent. His hair appears wet, gelled perhaps, or dyed to a darkened chestnut tone with his goatee neat and even. Oliveira walks somberly down the aisle and approaches the ring, stopping in his tracks as his feet caress the surface of the thin gym mats that surround the squared circle. With his music still playing, Matt raises his arm, the chair held aloft. Cheers sound from those in attendance, a stronger sensation of support in Oliveira's name from the verbal lashings given to him by his opponent, The Purest. As the exclamation subsides, The Genius lowers his custom-made weaponry and knees himself up onto the apron and steps into the ring in-between the middle and top ropes. As he straightens his once-battered frame up, he comes into eye contact with his rival of the evening. Purest snarls his facial features, the look of a rag-tagged individual to be considered a legend of his time sickening his stomach. The fact he drags around a contraption of idiocy only adding to the unattractiveness of his weapon-wielding enemy. The music begins to subside and the lights return to normal as Oliveira has completed his entrance, standing with his back against the top turnbuckle.

Jennings: "It'll be interesting how these two and their contrasting styles will duel it out with the help of a few 18A-Rated tools of destruction."
Mulligan: "Speaking of tools, it's good to see Oliveira again since his complete failure of participation at last month's NeXuS Deathmatch."

Oliveira sets the chair behind him to rest against the second turnbuckle with it's legs wedged against the canvas, to be concealed for the opening moments of the contest. The Purest, in his corner, applauds condescendingly at the sight of Matt's ability to do anything with a chair other than club it over the head of another human being. However, in a resistant force to his jeering, Oliveira scoffs silently at his opponent and dawns his renowned face of stone. His eyes of mixed colour remain fixated at Purest in his attempts to patronize the Hardcore Genius.

TBCB DAH PUREST

[thepurest]

I have two things to say here...1) How long does this match have left? and 2) Matt you can have first post, I have written a few things down and have a few ideas formulating but I'm gonna need a few days to make the post because of everything else thats going down but I'll have one by (Latest) last thing Sunday.

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

OOC: One more day to post on this match just so you know Purest. I'll be closing the card on Sunday, 3pm (EST a.k.a My own time period) which is probably 12am or something in America.

[Matt Oliveira]

Writing. *shrug*

[Matt Oliveira]

The Purest lowers his frame and stretches out his hand to the ring apron beside him, the elastic trim plucked by his fingers enough for him to retrieve a Singapore cane hidden by God-knows-who. Matt grabs the two top ropes and pulls himself up from the corner as the bell rings thrice, stating the match is officially underway. Purest raises his shinai overhead as Oliveira fixes his kneepads and drops into a crouched stance, his weight shifted to the balls of his feet and his hands by his knees. His eyes glance from Purest to cane, hoping to call his first move. The Scot lowers the cane and wraps both hands around it, preparing his grip to potentially get the first-and probably strong- shot on the Hardcore Genius. Purest begins to sidestep, urging Matt to do the same, a slow circling to start. 90 degrees... one corner later, and out of the corner of his eye Oliveira sees his Singapore cane. The two continue a circle, just a bit further, each man twitching slightly to see if any flinching is imminent.

Oliveira's feet slowly inch their way over to the chair on the canvas, his eyes still locked onto his opponent's. He blinks, and Matt ducks down to pick up the thumbtack chair. His opponent lurches forward, trying to overhead slash over Matt's back. Oliveira's hand wraps around the leg of the chair, bringing his torso up to clip the grappler in the stomach with an inadvertent shoulder block. The air cracks from Purest's lungs as Matt stands back up and wraps his right leg around the back of his own, shunting his across the shoulder so he falls back to the mat with a Russian Legsweep. Oliveira grabs both ends of the cane and dives, trying to choke Purest with it. He blocks with his own forearm, forming a crooked "X" with the two, his own wire staff struggling to get away from his face. Oliveira leans in, kneeling over the taller man's abdomen until a stiff unseen kick from his opponent causes him to fall over, The Purest sliding from under Matt's legs. Oliveira finds only a Singapore cane in his hand, looking up to find no opponent until Purest's arm wraps around the back of his neck in a dragon sleeper hold. He quickly pivots while sitting, bringing himself to a stand-up frontfacelock, Old Papa Pure still in control. Matt brutes his way to the ropes, hitting them and Oliveira pulling his weight, thus launching his opponent into the ropes. The 240-pounder rebounds, Oliveira picking up a can lid in time to bounce it off of his face, his body whipping away from contact. Oliveira raises the lid over his head as Purest turns back, cracking it across his hairline for another hit. His legs give way, falling back first to the canvas with Oliveira gaining. He immediately picks himself up as Oliveira retrieves his thumbtack chair, looking to scout his cranium with bulletin board aids. He stumbles forward with it wielded, Purest sidestepping and catching him around the waist. He pulls back, gaining a center of gravity and lifting Matt of the surface just to plow him head-first in a German suplex, his "advanced" brain bouncing in his skull. He holds on, white-knuckled, torquing his way back to his stomach in-order to get back up. One leg, another, and they return to standing, Matt dazed from the mid-concussing move. The Anti-core Athlete peeks over his shoulder, noticing the chair Oliveira had dropped mid-suplex, thumbtack-up. He navigates the hold JUST enough so the chair is behind them and he pulls back, heaving the 252-pound opponent overhead.

CRACK!

The back of Matt's head careens over the seat of the thumbtack chair, the tacks planting themselves in a fine silver bedding on his scalp, a hand covering the wound. Purest had released the hold, contemplating a quick scout of his surroundings.[/color]

TBC...possibly