Blake Valediction vs Khristian Gore (c): TLC Match

[Blake Valediction]

Back in his own locker room The Relentless Renegade is sitting on a cold, hard, metal chair lacing up his black boots getting ready for his upcoming match. Sitting right in front of him in another chair is the thing that Blake stole one week ago to mark his return and schedule the match for tonight between Khristian Gore, the true champion and himself, the ego absorbed maniac hell bent on regaining the title which he states that he had never lost. Blake finishes lacing his boots and reaches for The King of the Death Match title belt, he leans back in his seat staring blankly into the championship belt which means the world to him. Laughing to himself quietly Blake sees that his old name plate is still on the belt due to Blake taking the belt almost as soon as Khristian received it. Standing to his feet, The True New Era takes in a long, deep breath. Before releasing it Blake holds the King of the Death Match title in both hands gracing his eyes down upon the shimmering gold that many a men held before including his idol, Vladimir Tepes Strife. Exhaling the puff of air, Blake props the title upon his shoulder and makes his way to the ring.

The Gods and Heretics fans are going berserk as the fourth match of the night is about to unveil. The Ref steps aside as Coors goes center stage inside the squared circle to announce the next upcoming match.

Charlie Coors: The following match is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for The King of the Death Match Championship!

The Renegade stands behind the curtain looking completely focused to win back his title that in his eyes he had never lost but due to personal problems he was forced to relinquish. A low pitched strum of the guitar comes over the arena's sound system and the lights in the GHW arena go out except for a spot light turned at the curtain.

All is cold and frozen.
Frozen the sea, frozen the sky.
Frozen is death, but I cannot die.
Cannot die.

The new theme for Blake Valediction is known as "A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh" by Celtic Cross. No signs of The Renegade, fans boo as the thought of no-show comes into their minds.

As the falls.
To cover this all.
And all is cold.
And cold is all.
All is cold and cold is all.

Coors stands in the ring looking frustrated than ever, awaiting the appearance of Valediction. The theme starts to pick up and that's when the curtains rustle and Blake appears in front of the still booing fans. The Arrogant Seattle native walks out onto the stage and sneers looking around the arena at the hissing fans. Valediction peers at the title which is on his right shoulder and gives a sadistic grin. Starting down the ramp Coors knows it's his que to announce in the challenger.

Charlie Coors: Introducing first, the challenger. From Seattle, Washington, weighing in tonight at 172 pounds and standing at 5 foot 7. He is The True New Era, BLAKE VALEDICTION!

Cold. Frozen.
Frozen is heaven and frozen is hell.
And I am dying in this living human shell.
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh.
I am a dying God.

The fans boo as The Renegade walks down the stage while the spotlight follows him, Blake stops at the end of the ramp to survey the ring in which he will be fighting to reclaim what is his. Blake takes a deep breath while closing his eyes, he blocks out the boos and the insults, completely focusing on his upcoming match. The True New Era walks to front of the ring and rolls in, he quickly jumps to his feet while unbuckling the title.

Frozen my heart.
Frozen my soul.
Frozen my love.
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh.

The ref takes a hold of the title and Blake walks to a corner, stretching in preparation for his match. "A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh" fades out and the arena lights turn back on. Everyone is now waiting for the arrival of the newly crowned King of the Death Match champion, Khristian Gore.

TBC

[feezah]

Colin Jennings: "Blake Valediction has to be feeling confident. Last TNT he flattened the champion and jacked him for his title belt. Look at that smug grin, it sickens me!"

Big Al: "Oh come on, you want to make a statement after a brief abscence, you return, kick the champion's ass, and not only did he take his strap, he took his dignity. Now all Blake has to do is pin him 1-2-3!"

Colin Jennings: "There's a difference, Khristian Gore, the egotistical Canadian will be 100%, unlike how he was during the assault issued by the challenger. And you know he'll be pissed and spoiling for a fight!"

Big Al: "I like Gore and all, but this is Blake Valediction! If it's a fight he wants, Blake will give it to him, with an ass whoppin around the corner and the King of Deathmatch Title at stake."

Just as Muligan's comments come to a close, the arena lights begin to dim, before "Vendetta" by Slipknot hits the P.A. system, ignitied a steady reign of boos throughout the arena, the loudest vehement jeers of the night so far with those receieved by the challenger at a close second.

On cue with the guitar riff that quickly begins to pick up, sounding throughout the arena, Khristian Gore bursts through the curtains, cloaked in a black and red silk trenchcoat and glowing with inconceivable anger and frustration. Khristian extends his hand out below his chest, the palms a few feet away from each other and the diagnol, the fingers pointing across from each other, his pose causing showering pyro to suddenly fire up from the cracks of the entrance ramp, shielding him from the glaring eyes of the spectators and swallowing him whole. After about 10 seconds, the pyro dies down, and Gore is seen remaining in the state he was before, only to step forward and swing his arms over one another, creating a hovering X before swinging the back, stretching them out as far as possible simultaneous witht the cocking back of his head, forming a crucifix that once again coerces an array of pyrotechnics, this time a startling blast that goes "BOOM" off the entrance platform.

As his arms drop, the defending champion tilts his head back from the askew, and faces forward, scowling at Blake Valediction who smiles a smug grin, twisting his shoulders and somewhat jogging in place, losseing up his joints and tendons and preparing himself for what is sure to be an epic battle. As Khristian begins begins marching down the ramp, his feet stamping with a mixture of rage and arrogance, Charlie Coors brings the mic to his lips, tucking his cue cards in his pocket as he begins his announcement.

Charlie Coors: "Introducing next, hailing from Toronto Ontario, standing at a towering 6 foot 5 inches and tipping the scales at 250 pounds. He is the King of the Deathmatch Champion, Ladies and Gentlemen he is...KHRISTIAN GORE!"

I know my uses , I have my pride, But my heart is still untamed
I learned my lessons , I've conquered death, I go on and I'm unashamed
I'll paint your bones to match my eyes, They're the darkest I have ever seen
Until I'm lucid, I can't be told
I know my voices, They tell me to BELIEVE

Colin Jennings: "You can tell the story by the intensity in Gore's eyes. He's more than ready to retain his title tonight and exact revenge!"

Big Al: "I'll say it once and I'll say it again this is Blake Valedic-"

Colin Jennings: "Yeah we know who he is. A guy who skulks around and ambushes his opponents at their weakest points and flees with their most prized possesstions like a bitch! WE KNOW WHO HE IS!"

Big Al: "You mind your tongue young man. He's the former, and true King of the Deathmatch Champion, and despite what transpired on Triumph, he had the right. He deserves the belt, and he's going to prove it, ending the reign and unbeaten streak of, hold on, "1!" win of Khristian Gore."

"Another f**k**g accident out of control,
All the attitudes will never change
My Imitations are leading the way
I can't accept that I still don't find this strange"

In light of my ability to feel denial,
I walk away from everything with just a smile
The Agony of Coming Home has gone away
It's Everywhere, It's Everyone, It's Every Day

ARE YOU READY FOR THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE?

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The champion ignores the fans on both sides of him and slowly advances up the steel stairs before commencing to enter the ring through the middle and top ropes on the apron. Khristian quickly removes his trenchcoat, tossing it over the top rope and into the waiting clutches of the nearby ring attendant before pointing at Blake Valediction who rests in his respective corner while the lights return to their normal fixture.

As "Vendetta" pans out, all eyes in the arena turn to the action in the ring which quickly gets underway as the bell resonates throughout the spectrum, blaring and sounding loudly three consecutive times. The snobbish, arrogant Blake Valediction meets Gore in the center of the ring, the two meeting in the traditional collar and elbow tie up in the an atmosphere lacking class and tradition. Khristian Gore exploits all his advantages early, using his strength to throw Valediction back as he presses forward, shoving him with all his might and coercing him onto his back with a thud, the challenger and current captor of the KOTDM quickly rolling backward before slipping out of the ring, retreating to the crowd barrier devising a new strategy and tossing the preceding one as he tends to his head, his face grimacing in agony, wrinkled in pain and anger while his opposition remains with his eyes locked on his rival, ready to inflict pain and gain retribution.

Colin Jennings: "Blake Valediction will have his work cut out. He's undersized in every aspect and doesn't match up well against the champion. He'll have to use his-"

Big Al: "HE'LL HAVE TO USE HIS SPEED, WITS AND EXPERIENCE! Sorry, I had to stop you before you uttered something completely ridiculous! This is Tables, Ladders and Chairs bout, Blake is at home in this match because he grew up wathcing the KING, Vladimir Strife. I look forward to seeing him batter his adversary and do insane, grueome things."

Colin Jennings: "Well despite our differences in opinions, one thing that we can agree on is that this will be a classic, and whoever wins deserves to hold this prestigious championship!"

TBC by Blake Valediction

[Blake Valediction]

The cold angered eyes of The Ontario resident resides on the frustrated self proclaimed True New Era, The King of the Death Match Champion lunges at the ropes where The Cruiserweight tries to ascend to the outside apron. The ring official quickly catches Khristian demanding that he backs off, seizing this opportunity Blake uses the ref's hold on Khristian to enter the ring. The Renegade stays in his corner and The Official finally releases his restraint on the aggressive champion. Both competitors meet each other in the middle of the ring once again and lock up in the overly used collar and elbow tie up. This time The Seattle Native uses his logic over skill and lifts his right patella into the gut of his adversary positioning him in a bent stance. Glancing behind himself The ever-arrogant Blake Valediction races to the ropes in which he rebounds off of the burnt red ropes, sprinting towards his rival Blake bounds into the air and completes a somersault over his opponent landing under the legs of Khristian, grasping his upper thighs Valediction uses his meager yet effective strength to bring down Khristian to his back executing an almost excellent Jackknife pin. Almost excellent due to the fact that as soon as The Canadian's shoulders hit the mat and the ring official slides to the white canvas beginning the three count. "ONE..TWO.." The Champion lifts up his shoulder and breaks the count.

"Big" Al Mulligan: What a pin attempt by "The True New Era", Blake Valediction. He is truly God and Heretic's future and I can almost guarantee that.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: Don't be too sure of yourself there Al, this is his real test tonight. You can't make an assumption based on the first moves of match.

"Big" Al Mulligan: It's not an assumption it's more like me knowing what "The Next Big Thing" is. C'mon Collin you can't say you're not impressed by Blake's speed, technicality, and resilience.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: Don't be fooled Al, I'm highly impressed by Blake's ability, it's his actions that I hate so dearly. Attacking Khristian with a chair like that just shows everyone that Blake can't come out and make an open challenge like a regular person.

Both men race to their feet and regain their standing base at the same time, Blake lunges towards The King of The Death Match with his arm stretched. Gore ducks the incoming clothesline and sprints to ropes where he then bounces back, as soon as he is leaving the ropes Blake pivots his body. Right as his body turns a full ninety degrees The Renegade is suddenly hit with a devastating spear that nearly decapitates him. Just the opening I need, that is exactly what The Heavyweight is thinking as he stands to his feet glancing down at his fallen opponent. Wincing in pain Blake is in anguish as a grin emerges off the face of his attacker, Khristian Gore. The Canadian Warrior turns his sight towards the outside of the squared circle and gives a sadistic smile, falling down to the mat The Champion rolls out of the ring. Khristian's mind flashes back to the week before where he is reminded of the vicious chairshot in which he had received by The Devilish Blake Valediction. The Goregasmic Champion reaches down to the ground and strongly grips the steel chair, Gore sees his opponent in the ring on one knee. Sliding the chair on the white canvas, Khristian follows into the ring.

"Big" Al Mulligan: Uh-oh he's got a steel chair, that means only one thing. We are going to see retribution for the attack last week, Khristian seems like a little kid walking into a candy store with his mother's credit card.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: Our King of the Death Match champion isn't just the champion because of how he wrestles, he is also the champion because he puts his body on the line for that belt no matter what the cost might be.

"Big" Al Mulligan: That's right Collin, in order to be The King of the Death Match you have to sacrifice everything you have in order to retain that belt. If you don't, well then you're the wrong person for that belt.

Standing three feet in front of the turnbuckle The Champion wields his chair tightly and is waiting for his right moment to strike. Finally, Blake makes it to a standing position holding his stomach. Turning around Blake's instincts kick in when he sees a chair flying directly towards his face, Valediction ducks from the chair shot and runs at the turnbuckle behind his rival. Blake puts his left foot on the second rope and his right on the top-rope before finally planting both feet onto the top-rope, all of this is happening whilst Khristian is making a ninety degree turn. What Khristian sees next is a back-flipping five foot seven cruiserweight coming dead-at-him. Quickly sidestepping out of the way The Goregasmic Champion avoids a fatal moonsault coming from The Relentless Renegade himself. A loud thud is heard as the body of Blake hits the canvas hard, laying down on his stomach Blake is in agonizing pain from the already hurt stomach. Not but three seconds later the golden opportunity lay in front of The Chair Wielding Fiend, Khristian lifts the cold metal chair above his head and brings it down with all his might crashing it into the head of the fallen Blake Valediction. Erupting in holy shit chants the fans are going crazy.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: OH MY GOD! WHAT A CHAIR SHOT! THAT'S EITHER GOING TO BE IT FOR BLAKE OR SOMETHING THAT WILL EFFECT HIM LATER ON IN THE MATCH!

"Big" Al Mulligan: Hey, look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, NO! It's Captain Obvious! No but seriously, way to point out the obvious. Now what Khristian should do right now is either continue with more chair shots or go for the pin, and I'm liking the pin idea.

Khristian does just that, he throws the chair away from him and rolls over his lifeless opponent, hooks the leg, and goes for the pin. The ref slides down to the mat and strikes the mat with the palm of his hand going for the three count, the fans count with the ref. "ONE....TWO....THR-" Nearly one inch from the mat the arm of The Resilient Blake Valediction shoots up. Staring at the ref in pure rage Khristian stands to his feet and grabs the shirt of the ring official. Starting to bad mouth him The Heart Driven Valediction sees his chance to make the quick pin and does exactly that, wincing in pain Blake makes it to one knee behind his opponent. Shooting his arm through the legs of Khristian, Blake makes with the quick School Boy pin. Seeing this the ref drops to the mat once more and begins the count while The Frustrated Gore struggles to break free. "ONE....TWO...TH-" Somehow The Champion manages to break free from the School Boy Roll Up and immediately after that he shoots to his feet. With Blake only on one knee The Florida Resident quickly sizes up the cranium of his rival and literally kicks the shit out of the side of Blake's head. Laying sprawled out Blake's ring presence tells him he is near the ropes, rolling out of the squared circle Blake makes his way towards the side of the announcer's table predicting his opponents next attack. Blake forces Charlie out of his seat and stands at a fourty five degree angle while holding the chair, soon enough The King of the Death Match falls into the trap of The Deadly Blake Valediction. The Goregasmic Champion grabs the top rope with both hands and leaps up trying to plant his feet on the ropes, Blake's trap comes into motion as The True New Era throws the chair he had stolen from Coors towards the head of Khristian. As the chair smashes into the head of the current King of the Death Match, the former King of the Death Match gains an evil grin on his face. Walking to the side of the ring The Relentless Renegade rummages under the ring searching for his next weapon of use.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: What is Blake doing? Why isn't he going for the pin, it's the only smart thing to do after a blow to the head from a chair!

"Big" Al Mulligan: You see Collin, this is what we call in the industry "adding insult to injury" Blake doesn't want to just win the title. He wants to win AND humiliate the new King of the Death Match, and it seems to me Blake might have this one wrapped up by now.

Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: Don't count on that just yet Al, your string of wrong predictions and the resiliency of our Champion are the main reasons why I think that this match WILL continue.

"Big" Al Mulligan: BOUX!

Blake steps back from the ring for a moment as his arms stretch, The True New Era is introducing the first table in this Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match up. Blake's face is dominated by a wide grin as he slides the big piece of wood into the ring, following the table inside Blake looks at the lifeless body of his opponent and literally spits. The Renegade props up the table at the nearest turnbuckle while his adversary struggles to gain his feet but can't due to pain. Soon The Champion is pulled up by his head by The Seattle Native, Valediction grabs the arm of Gore and puts all of his strength into this irish whip. Blake lets go of Khristian's arm as he slings him into the propped table but Khristian hangs on. The eyes of The Former King of the Death Match widen as his attempt to irish whip The Newly Crowned Champion into the table is reversed. All of the momentum forces Blake to somersault into the table, cracking the wood a symphony of "GHW! GHW! GHW!" dominates the arena. The Dazed Champion stumbles over to his rival, grabbing the hand of Valediction, Gore drags him to middle of the ring. Dropping to his knees The Goregasmic Khristian Gore attempts a pin that looks like a sealed victory for sure. The ref slides down to the mat and strikes the canvas as the fans count, "ONE....TWO....THR-"One inch, one inch from the white canvas seperated Khristian from retaining his King of The Death Match Championship. Sitting up on he knees Khristian looks at the ref in disbelief as to how Blake kicked out of that pin.

TBC

[feezah]

The irate Khristian Gore leans over and grabs the head of the Revelation before jerking him to his feet, commencing to back him into the ropes and grabbing his wrist, whilst stepping backward, spinning and whpping his foe across the ring. The rebounding challenger is captured by his adversary, Khristian bending his rival down and wrapping his arms around his torso before lifting upside down and simultanously twisting him. During the exchange, the crafty Cruiserweight seizes Gore's skull, wrapping it in his armpit before exploting all the momentum, swiging himself to the canvas, planting the champion face first into mat with authority.

Colin Jennings: "A DDT executed out of that Tilt A Whirl transition hold by the former King of Deatmatch Champion. That changes the direction of the match for sure!"

Big Al: "Obviously! I can't believe Prince pays you to emphasive the clear!"

Colin Jennings: "I tell you what's unclear, and that's the out come of this bout. The momentum has shifted countlessly!"

The smug grin etches across the face of the New Era once again, as he slowly regains a vertical base, glowing with elated pride, gleaming with confidence and arrogance as he stumles into the ropes. He sizes his arrogant Seattle native suddenly dashes foward at his rizing foe, before leaving his feet and arching his body, turning his back to his opposition. The techincal supremist, Khristian Gore capitalizes on his opponent's aggresion, grasping and wrapping his foe's legs around his waist. Applying a gutwrench hold, Gore continues to hoist his foe upward, Blake ascending though the air. As he rises through the crisp atmosphere, Blake wraps his arms around the dome of his antagonist, and uses his surreal body control to flip backward, his agile motion allowing him to end up behind his foe, his feet reaching the mat still with his opponent at his mercy. The New Era reclines backward, falling to the canvas, burying he Goregasic champion into the mat with a violent impact.

Big Al: "That's how you take it to your opponent when your at a disadvantage. You use your awareness and uncanny athleticism, which Blake is all about! What a Reverse DDT!"

Colin Jennings: "I'll admit he's been impressive thus far, but don't you think he should pace himself. With all due respe-, uh, he's been thrown through a table and smacked with a chair!"

Big Al: "The phrase size matters doesn't apply to the Revelation. He's as tough as they come, and he's proving why he's the King of Deathmatches!"

Colin Jennings: "He'll have to defeat the current title holder tonight to truy establish himself as one of the best King of Deathmatches of all time, and he's certainly on his way."

With his opponent inert on the canvas, Blake saunters toward the steel chair, lifting it off the canvas and brandishing it intot the air before setting it up in the midst of the squared hell. As his groggy foe slowly gains a vertical base, Blake dashes at the chair, leaping onto the seat before launching himself into the air, bringing his leg down only to rise his second and bend his knee. The crafty champion dives out of desperation, avoiding the possibly head trauma. As he climbs to his feet, Blake quickly spring up, and hops back on the horse, charging at his foe. Once again, the technical awareness of the champion flourishes, side stepping his opponent and wrapping his feet in the front and behind Blake's nearest leg, coercing him forward, the sweep forcing Valediction into the steel mesh seat, the sounds of the counter resonating throughout the arena synchronised will the bells that ring throughout Valediction's head.

Blake attempts to aleviate the pain and shake the cobwebs as he rises to his feet, hunkered over, still dazed and lethargic. With his opponent visibly stupefied, Gore rises to his feet and bounces off the ropes quickly acceleratng in the short, brief distance between he and his nemesis before extending his arm out and falling forward, his bicep slamming into the back of the New Era's neck with excesive force, the sheer might of the blow sweeping Blake off his feet, causing him to flip upside down and crash onto the canvas with a "Thud". With his adversary rendered writhing in pain, Khritian Gore leans up, his once tempermental state disappearing in thin air and replaced with a snobbish grin following his incandescent onslaught.

Colin Jennings: "Holy Mother of Mary, what a clothesline. That's what the strength will do for you. Nothing fancy, just brute force, and Gore isn't normally a powerhouse brawler."

Big Al: "True but had it not been for the preceding Drop Toe Hold into the chair, Valediction would still be routing his competition."

Colin Jennings: "That's a big IF, and besides we live in the present, where Gore, the defending champion is in control."

With his opponent lying supine on the canvas, Khristian Gore rises to his feet and steps behind the set up furniture, stooping down and preparing himself before sprinting forward, using the seat of the chair as a step ladder, propeling himself into the air, soaring toward the ropes, where he lands with his legs stradling across the top, only to use the the wires as a spring to flip backard, plummeting throug the air and plunging into his helplessly adversary, landing across the fragile body of the Seattle resident, compressing him into the canvas with his full 250 pounds leaving Blake gasping for air like a dying fish.

The snobbish champion collapses onto his fallen foe, grinding his forearm into Valediction's face, and pressing his nearest arm down with his free hand. Gritting his teeth the Ontario native remains in control, as the ref theatrically tosses himself to the canvas, throwing his arm into the air before cutting it down through the energetic atmosphere, commencing his three count.

Big Al: "Khristian Gore toasted his challenger and applied the jam, a innovative Springboard Moonsault and now he's giving the New Era a mouthful with that foream to the face!"

Colin Jennings: "Have you aborted the S.S.Blake? Your cheering for Khristian, Muligan!"

Big Al: "Don't be naive, a cool move is a cool move, and I acknowledge them. Surely you don't think I'm as high on Canadia's as your are. I mean what do you see in Gore, seriously. There can ony be room for one foreigner, and that old geazer Gnarfflinger was here first!"

Colin Jennings: "I'm not a Khristian Gore fan despite what you may think. I'm just taking a stand against the lesse of two evils. Valediction is a menace, Gore just insults people!"

Big Al: "Blake Valediction is GOLD I TELL YA, and at least he's a genuine citizen of this great nation, which I'll point out, Gore called wretched. COLIN GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME YOU TRAITOR!"

Colin Jennings: "Just call the damn match Al, and right now, we might have a pinfall!"

"1!"

"2!"

Valediction convulses on the canvas, sliding his face from the precarious position and rolling his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall about a millisecond before the third consecutive count of the ref, erasing the once arrogant, snug smile that was plastered on the champ's face and rendering him glowing with extreme fury, disgruntled by Blake's tenacity, as he begins arguing with the referee.

TBC by Blake Valediction

[feezah]

(72 Hour Rule)

Following his disagreement with the official, Khristian Gore drags the groggy Valediction to his feet, tugging the New Era to a vertical base before pushing him into the nearby corner. He places his hand on Blake's head, digging his fingers tightly threw his hair, getting a firm grip. With the challenger's hair seized firmly, Gore cocks his free fist back before thrusting it forward, the bare knuckles clashing agaisnt the skull of the former King of Deathmatch Champion, his bells quickly ringing, his eyes folding behind his head. Much to the referee's chagrin, Gore continues his assault, bombarding the seemingly helpless challenger in his skull with more fists, his relentless onslaught heeping his foe at bay and continuing to magnify his migraine. A final stiff shot leaves Blake's knees buckling, and after Gore wraps his antagonist's arms behind the ropes, he pushes forward, raising his knee into the air before plunging it into the torso of his adversary, the air sputtering out of Valediction's mouth instantly, his face wrinkling in agony. Khristian quickly grabs Blake's arm, pressing his chest against his opponent's before stepping back, jerking Blake out of the corner whilst spinning, Irish Whipping him across the ring. With his opponent hot on his pursuit, Blake quickly ascends up the corner, before leaping backward, flipping pefroming an agile rotation. The crafty champion quickly advances forward, allowing Blake to land on his feet, slightly unbalanced.

Gore steps forward, swinging his arm and body weight attempting a clothesline which is thwarter as Valediction rolls forward, only to spring to his feet and suddenly leap backward, his nearest leg being raised level to his head before being driven into the skull of a turning Khristian Gore, the Canadian's head turning violently and his body shriveling following a Pele Kick.

The vile kick causes Gore to drop down to one knee, his head hanging in an askew, his mouth slightly gaped with his tongue somewhat dangling out, obviously shaken up and stunned by the vicious blow. With his opponent lethargic and battered, Valediction dashes across the ring, and as he rebounds he leaps onto the chair for an added momentun, using the seat to spring himself into the air, soaring through the atmosphere, bringing his leg level to his head before dropping it and quickly raising his second leg, his toe slamming into the temple of the champion, further stunning the undefeated Canadian and possibly concussing him. As Gore sprawls on the canvas face first, Valediction slowly rolls him over to a supine position, hooking his leg and making the pinfall.

Colin Jennings: "Shinining Wizard by the challenger. And Blake still had enough in him to make the pinfall. Could we see a new champion right here folks?"

Big Al: "If the ref would count faster, then yes!"

Colin Jennings: "I'm pretty sure that it has to do with more of Gore's tenacity, than the ref's mechanics! You know what, I'm positive!"

Big Al: "Positively stupid, if you think Khristian Gore will be able to come back after that flurry!"

"1!"

"2!"

The champion quickly powers up, shoving Blake Valediction off of him, breaking the pinfall at about two and a half, avoiding utter defeat at the hands of the King of Deathmatch Champion. Blake Valediction slowly regains a vertical base, and plods toward the ropes before turning back and gazing at his foe who stuggles to his feet. With the oblivious Canadian reaching his feet, Valediction leaps onto the second rope before propeling himself into the air, turning in mid-flight, lunging forward with his legs. The champion once again exhibits his technical ability, embracing the on coming surge of the challenger, catching him across his shoulders with Valediction straddling the champion, his legs wrapped, Gore's head in between them.

Almost as sudden as he is captured, Valediction quickly reclines backward, attempting to use his leg strength to drag the dominant Canada resident off his pedastal. Khristian Gore has other plans, foiling the efforts of the Reveleation as he presses him into the canvas, placing one of his knees and draping it over his next, before commencing to squat, leaving the challenger, the former King of Deathmatch Champion in a precarious position, wincing in agony, digging his finger nails into the mat in desperation, his knee quickly being picked apart by the champion.

Big Al: "Good Lord what a counter, Argentine Leg Lock by Khristian Gore and this is about the only way to ground The True New Era!"

Colin Jennings: "There are a couple, but this is the most effective. Blake uses a lot of kicks and takes to the air, and if he has no stability, he has no offense. Very intelligent strategy by the arrogant Canadian!"

The audible groans of trauma from the challenger echo throughout the arena, his face being buried into the mat, trying to fight through the pain or at least find a way to alleviate it. The ref moves in, interrogating the challenger, asking him if he will submit, quickly getting cursed out for his efforts. The Seattle native lifts his head back up, and slowly demonstrates his tenacity, determination and drive, slowly slithering across the ring and crawling toward the nearby ropes, despite his lack of size, and strength, the sheer heart and will of the former King of Deathmatch champion here trumping that of the champion, as Valediction gets a hold of the bottom rope. Khristian Gore's face lights up in fury, gritting his teeth in disbelief as the ref begins his count, one the champion ackowledegs at four as he releases his adversary, the New Era quickly favoring his knee as he clutches it tightly and begins writhing in agony.

Gore doesn't allow his opponent time to recuperate, as he grabs his leg and drags him across the ring to the nearby corner, dropping to the cavas with the leg still in possession and exiting the ring placing Valediction in the corner, his legs on each side of the steel ring post. Valediction quickly leans up and extends his arm out, pleading to the champion who smiles a sinister smile, cocking the leg of Blake back before swinging through the air, maliciously driving it into the ring post. Gore follows up with two more shots, the leg of Blake softening up much more. Gore quickly steps over Blake's leg, spinning and twisting it inward, executing a spinning toe hold, before taking Blake free leg and crossing it over his first, a 4 formation being created as Gore falls to the concrete, placing his own leg across Valediction's to apply more pressure, the shrieks of Blake Valediction once again filling the arena as an innovative submission manuever is expertly applied.

Colin Jennings: "Good GOD Almighty, he's wrapped the leg of Blake around that ring post and is applying a deadly submission!"

Big Al: "The famous Figure 4 Leg Lock. The champion smells blood in the water and like a shark he's targetting it. Case and point, that injured leg of the challenger. Oh this doesn't look good!"

Colin Jennings: "I haven't seen anything like this in my tenture in commentating. But if I've got to shed some light, Blake needs ot find a way out of this predicament pronto, or his night and his career my be over!"

[Blake Valediction]

Peniseater.