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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 19, 2009 1:40:43 GMT -5
As the fans get themselves back to their senses after the brutal Razorblade Cage match, they begin to shuffle in their seats in anticipation for the final match up for the evening. Inside the ring, the maintanence staff are sweeping away the remnants from the cage and bringing in the trash cans with weapons, each trash can placed in the four corners of the ring with a referee standing ready in the ring for the Main Event. Charlie Coors stands proudly within the ring, the microphone held tightly in his grip as the maintanence staff leave the ring, brooms in hand. Colin Jennings
"Folks, we are only moments away from witnessing a pure clinic of wrestling AND Ultraviolent action here in Sydney. Gosh, I gotta say that the Australian folks are simply the nicest people here, and their Opera House is just amazing, the talent they have there is just unbelievable Al."Big Al
"I'll be honest with you Colin, you're damn right. These guys have been the nicest guys ever to us. But all compliments aside, it's time to get started with the evening's main event, I'm sure the Aussies are excited for this Colin."Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen in attendance of Red, White and Bruised. This evening's Main Event is an Ultraviolent Deathmatch and it is scheduled for One Fall! The match is contended under falls count anywhere and every single object imaginable is used as a weapon for use. Now please welcome, the first competitor."The lights go out as a the sound of a choir begins their ritualistic chant, the lights on stage turning to a shade of violet and the entire ramp before it lighting up instantly, the fans driven to a frenzy of cheers as the melodic keyboard line and rhythmic guitar kicks in for the intro of "Nymphetamine" by Cradle of Filth. Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins againThe dark curtains of the back are pushed aside and the prominent figure of Winthorp Darkrites is seen stepping out onto the stage, dressed in his usual ensemble of black that consists of the tights, the boots, the elbow pads and the traditional black leather trenchcoat, in his hands is the barbed white bat that he's seen with in his promo "Ultraviolent Sin", and underneath his trenchcoat is the GHW Championship, reflecting the light off of it's golden body. The Italian Goth stands strongly in the ring as "Nymphetamine" continues to reverberate through the Arena PA System, the crowd cheering still as The NeXuS Champion begins to make his way down to the ring, ready to put his own body on the line. Charlie Coors
"Making his way to the ring, from Milan, Italy. He weighs in at 235 pounds and he is the current reigning GHW Champion, The Italian Gothic Superstar, Winthorp Darkrites!"Colin Jennings
"Winthorp is just simply concentrated on this whole match Al, he's even got his own weapon ready for this match and all. Which obviously means that he means business as he participates in this Ultraviolent event."Big Al
"I dunno about that, Winthorp might be the champion, but Gnarfflinger is more experienced in this field of study. Violence is what the aged Canadian Butcher is all about, and I might actually have to put most of my money on Gnarfflinger to win it tonight."Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision
Winthorp pauses at the end of the ramp, scanning his surroundings as carefully as he can. The trash cans set in the corner bringing interest to him as he begins to walk up the steel steps. Winthorp throws his bat over the ropes and enters the ring slowly, the crowd cheering once more as he's doing so, The Goth takes his trenchcoat off and delivers it to Charlie Coors and the lights return to their normal state, Winthorp's painted face displayed to the world, a rather different design compared to his usual.Colin Jennings
"Winthorp seems to be sporting a new design today, which is good considering the place where in. I say, good on him for displaying a change for this evening!"Winthorp unbuckles the prize around his waist and holds it up into the air for the crowd to see, they once again throw up their arms in approval and cheer for The Goth as he stands in the centre of the ring, title in hand. He later hands the title to the referee, who holds in gently in both hands, The Goth himself heading back against the ropes, waiting for his opponent to show. TBC Gnarfflinger |
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 19, 2009 17:35:36 GMT -5
The Lights go out. Only red lights come on as the Australian crowd rises with respect for the Canadian legend preparing to make his way to the ring. "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath is nearly drown out by the cheers coming from the gathered masses.
CC: And the Challenger, from Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at 125 kilograms, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!
Fuzz: And here he is folks, over 2 decades in the business and a trail of beaten and broken bodies in his wake. He hasn't won them all, but he's guaranteed to make his opponent's life a living hell!
Al: And nobody is more deserving of that hell than the young, arrogant punk, Winthorp Darkrites. He looks ridiculous with that makeup on. The Butcher will replace it with good old fashioned blood, and Darkrites will be a former champion!
Fuzz: Remember that it was last month at Tried and Convicted where these two were part of a triple threat match, and it was Darkrites that prevailed--despite a cheap shot from our General Manager, Martin Prince!
Al: The only thing that saved that punk is the Butcher's ego. He couldn't accept help from our wise and benevolent leader, and he lost. Colin, get your face out of that paper bag!
Fuzz: Sorry folks, I just get that way when people talk about Martin Prince like that. But tonight, The General Manager won't be interfering--if he tries anything, the Butcher will put him through a flaming tack table or something like that...
Al: All I have to say is that that old monster had better get the job done, because I doubt that Martin Prince will be very forgiving if the Butcher fails him again!
The Butcher makes his way to the ring amidst a rousing ovation. His arms and legs are wrapped in barbed wire in preparation for the war to come tonight...
TBC: Winthorp.
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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 20, 2009 1:35:18 GMT -5
With the sound of the bell ringing thrice echoing throughout the arena, the tension begins building up and the entire aspect of the situation sending a chill down Winthorp's spine. He looks at Gnarfflinger and his arsenal of barbed wired assortments on his limbs, which leaves him more confused as his tactics are made useless against him. Nonetheless, Winthorp moves in towards The Butcher who runs up towards Winthorp, lifting a leg up and striking The Goth in the stomach with his barbed-wire ridden leg, Winthorp screams in agony as the barb digs into his skin and brings him down to a knee. The Butcher takes the opportunity to run up to the ropes opposite him, rebounding off them quickly and lifting himself up into the air, his legs raised up high as he lands on Winthorp's neck with a leg drop, The Goth is floored instantly by the blow and screams once more.
Colin Jennings
"Gnarfflinger taking early advantage in the match by utilizing the barbed wire here Al, Winthorp may be in big trouble if he doesn't find a way to get rid of that barbed wire, otherwise The Goth may find himself on the losing end of this match."
Big Al
"That's why The Butcher is one of the most innovative hardcore Fighty fighty person's out there Colin. Because he WILL make use of anything that's given to him and he WILL beat you down with it, that's why he's a well known superstar in today's world."
The crowd begin cheering for The Butcher as he grabs onto Winthorp's hair, raising a fist into the air while looking at the crowd in the front row and brings the fist towards Darkrites, who ducks down in time to avoid the dangerous blow and runs away into a corner of the ring, searching the trash cans quickly for any weapon of use, The Butcher on the other hand begins to look around for the missing Goth, raising a fist and making a threatening face as he turns to find Winthorp, who is searching frantically inside the trash can for anything that can assist him in his time of need. The Butcher begins to feel vexatious about this and moves forward towards the Goth, who is oblivious to his approaching presence.
After several attempts of failed weapons, Winthorp finally pulls something out, bolt cutters. The cutters are raised over his head and held tightly in his grip as he turns to face The Butcher, but is met with a surprise elbow to the face, the wire shredding into the skin of The Goth but not spilling any blood as of yet. Winthorp screams once more but is quick to rejuvinate from the pain to force a kick to the midsection of The Canadian Butcher, who is brought down to a knee, Winthorp raises the bolt cutters high and brings them down onto the back of The Butcher, who hits the floor instantly. Looking down upon his fallen prey and his barbed wired limbs, The Goth brings the bolt cutters down towards Gnarfflinger's left arm and and he begins the process of the wire removal, the cutters snapping several times as they cut the wire off of The Butcher's arm. Winthorp repeats the process again on the right arm, removing it all but from both legs.
Colin Jennings
"Smart thinking by The Champ, who's trying to remove all of that barbed wire right away from The Butcher who could become a dangerous opposition if he continues to wear that barbed wire around his body like that."
Big Al
"In other words, Winthorp is scared of this genius. Winthorp would try to fight like a champion to bring down the barbed wired maniac, not try and remove the wire from him like a chicken shit."
The Goth brings the cutters towards Gnarff's legs but The Butcher has recovered by now, lifting up a wire-less arm and striking Darkrites' knee, The Italian Goth stumbles back slightly due to the knee strike which gives Gnarfflinger enough time to bring himself back up to his feet quickly, readying himself before Winthorp is able to keep himself steady. Gnarfflinger takes another run up to The Goth and raises an arm, Winthorp looks up a second too late and receives a clothesline that catches him around the neck, bringing The Goth down and the bolt cutters to the mat, away from Winthorp. The Butcher looks around and listens to all the cheers of the crowd, which makes him drop to the mat and roll under the bottom rope, The Butcher lifts up the apron and begins frantically searching for an object under the ring and moments later pulls out two chairs with glee. The crowd once again responds to this with encouraging cheers.
The Canadian Butcher slides back into the ring with both chairs and begins to set the two chairs up opposite each other but in close proximity. Winthorp gets back up to his feet slowly and tries to sneak up to The Butcher, but the slightly step draws The Butcher's attention to him. Winthorp takes a massive gulp of oxygen and advances towards Gnarfflinger, who brings a leg up into the abdominal area and brings Winthorp's attempt to a halt, The Butcher straightens The Goth up and places an arm underneath him and an arm over his shoulder as he scoops The Goth up into his arms, holding him up for adrenaline, before dropping him down onto the mat with a powerful scoop slam.
Gnarfflinger then pauses for the crowd to cheer once more, The Butcher's reactions to that, is by approaching the trash can and rummaging through it's contents, as Gnarfflinger searches he pulls out several lightubes that are tied together and smiles eagerly as he eyes the chair. Gnarff walks over to the chairs and lays the lighttubes down onto the chairs, placed on both ends and ready to be used. Gnarfflinger moves over towards the stirring Goth and brings him up to his feet, carrying him over to the chairs, The Butcher takes a hold of Winthorp's head on the opposite side of the chair, bending him forward towards him and grabbing both of his arms as a set up for a Double Underhook Facebuster. Gnarff jumps up and brings Darkrites with him, and they both crash down onto the lighttubes, Winthorp taking the entire blow as the glass cuts into his skin and shatters into nothing, the faithful Australian fans cheering for the hardcore violence.
Big Al
"Beautiful execution of a Double Underhook Facebuster! Winthorp should be down for sure after that move, let's also not forget the amount of glass that could be trapped in his body at this present moment."
Colin Jennings
"Damn it Al! Stop sounding so gleeful at this prospect, Winthorp could be seriously hurt after all of that."
Gnarff flips Darkrites over and covers him, hooking the leg as he does so. The referee brings himself forward and counts the pinfall attempt.
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3- NO!
Winthorp gets the shoulder up, much to the disbelief of the fans, Gnarfflinger on the other hand looks extremely pissed off at this and begins launching a barrage of fists directed towards Winthorp's face, each blow connecting and smudging away the facepaint and also open a cut wider, the blood flowing freely down Winthorp's face as the onslaught continues. Gnarfflinger ends his beatdown abruptly and brings Winthorp up to his feet, who is completely out of focus in the match and at a loss for blood. The Butcher kicks Winthorp in the midsection, which forces The Italian Goth into a bent forward position, Gnarff places his head in between his legs and then subtly wraps his arms around the waist of the bleeding Goth. The moment comes swiftly as Gnarfflinger lifts Winthorp up into the set Pile Driver position and holds him there, allowing the Australian fans to get in a few snap shots of the moment, however, the moment of showboating leaves Gnarfflinger unable to keep the attempt steady as Winthorp pushes himself down with all his might, back down to his feet, Winthorp then lifts himself up which sends The Butcher hurdling over him and crashing down to the mat, holding his back in pain as the Pile Driver attempt is foiled.
Winthorp falls to the mat and on top of Gnarfflinger, the referee moving in for the pin but The Butcher gets himself up almost instantly. Winthorp gets back to his feet, albeit slowly because of the loss of blood and the pain going through his body. The Butcher still in pain himself after landing on his back, but nonetheless continues to lay on the mat to rejuvinate. Winthorp on the other hand, begins to search through the trash can nearest to him and pulls out something vicious - A bag of thumb tacks.
As The Goth eyes the tacks tenaciously, he begins to look at Gnarfflinger, who remains on the mat and begins scattering the thumbtacks all over the mat. The Goth then returns to his trash can and begins throwing other objects onto the mat as well, a bat, several lighttubes and another bag of thumbtacks. As Winthorp finishes his rummaging of the trash can, he turns to Gnarfflinger, who is bringing himself up to his feet, Winthorp picks up a lighttubes and holds it ready in his right hand, The Butcher stands back up and Winthorp takes a step forward and swings the lighttubes heavily, which shatters over the head of Gnarfflinger almost instantly, Gnarff stumbles back which allows Winthorp the opportunity to take a hold of The Butcher's head, holding it steady as he takes a run forward, jumping up and landing on the thumbtacks with a Bulldog. Winthorp himself screaming as several tacks embed themselves into his skin also as well as The Butcher's, who landed face first onto them.
Colin Jennings
"This match is both brutal and epic at the same time, but the injuries that could occur are far greater than this."
Big Al
"Which brings me to the point of, don't be a wimp if you can't handle the damn hardcore action."
As Big Al and Colin continue bickering over the broadcast, Winthorp and Gnarfflinger are both on the mat, laying on the thumbtacks that are underneath them, the crowd cheering as time continues to tick away on the clock, and the match continues with it's brutality in Sydney, Australia.
TBC Gnarfflinger
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 20, 2009 12:57:01 GMT -5
The Veteran rouses first, seeing the champion prone, the Butcher moves in, wrapping his legs around the Italian Goth. The Barbed wire continues to scratch the chest and abdomen of the younger man. Gnarfflinger grabs a handful of hair and reaches a staple gun that was pulled from a garbage can. The veteran gleefully drives the staples into the forehead of the champion, who screams in pain from the combination of thumbtacks, barbed wire and staples. The contorted angle that the Butcher maintains leaves the champion an opening, however. The champ fires a right hand into the groin of the challenger, forcing a release of the hold.
A cheap shot from Winthorp Darkrites! Martin Prince was right, this man is not fit to be champion!
I'll get the Butcher to put you in that hold, complete with barbed wire, thumbtacks and staple gun, and see how you get out of it. You'd tap like a little bitch!
Darkrites wastes no time scrambling away from the challenger. He selects the baseball bat, whirls around quickly and slams the bat into the back of the Butcher as he tried to get to his feet. The impact drives the Butcher down into the thumbtacks. AS the Butcher makes it to his hands and knees, the champ smashes him again. The Butcher tries again, only to be clobbered a third time. Darkrites gestures to the crowd, holding the bat aloft like a trophy, only to turn around to catch a spear from the Butcher.
The Champ just learned that when you have the Butcher down, you have to finish the job. You take your eyes off the veteran for a second!
A cardinal error by this punk. Obviously, there has to be some promise, or else he wouldn't be here, but that just makes the point that he's not championship material!
The Butcher wastes no time locking in a figure four leg lock, again exploiting the barbed wire on his legs. Darkrites once again howls in agony as his legs are being poked and scratched by the barbed wire. After what seems like an eternity to the young champion, his hand settles on something--a shirt cannon! As the Butcher has his shoulders elevated but his head back, a shirt launches from the cannon catching him on the jaw, again breaking the punishing hold.
A lucky break for the kid, but the Butcher did the damage with that figure four leg lock! You can see him favouring the right leg.
And the scratches also visible on the torso and legs bear witness to the violent nature of this title defense. Darkrites is getting a real lesson tonight.
Darkrites leaves the ring, finds a barbed wire board, and sets it up on the outside, one end resting on the ring apron, the other on the barricade. He returns to the ring, applies a wrist lock, ascends tot he top rope, then drops to the floor, using the momentum to flip the Butcher over the top rope and down hard on the barbed wire board, which breaks on impact. The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT" in reaction to what they just saw.
Winthorp Darkrites just tore a page out of the Butcher's play book there! And the Challenger is in deep trouble here!
If this kid's ever going to have a chance, that's what he has to do. The Butcher is living proof what you have to do to survive! But I still doubt this kid has what it takes.
Darkrites again returns to the ring, bounces off the far ropes, launches himself into the air, but is caught in the air by the Butcher who spins him around and slams him into the barricade! The Butcher then delivers a punishing Irish whip sending the champion into the steel ring steps. The Veteran then hops to the apron, runs along the apron, and hits a flying head scissors, sending Darkrites into a chair occupied moments earlier by ring announcer Charlie Coors. Gnarfflinger then seizes the bell, driving it into the upper back of the Italian Goth...
TBC: Winthorp.
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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 21, 2009 13:47:26 GMT -5
Winthorp hits the ground with a rather dull thud, The Butcher moving in for yet another strike with the ring bell, although missing Darkrites by a few inches and striking the surface of the announcers table instead, bringing Big Al Mulligan and Colin Jennings to their feet in shock, through a mix of pain and frustration, Winthorp raises his right leg and kicks Gnarfflinger on the knee, pushing the barbed wire into his knee as he does so to inflict equal pain to The Canadian Butcher, who drops the ring bell and screams in pain. The Italian Goth gets back up sluggishly and looks up at The Butcher, who backs away and leans against the guard barricade in pain as he grips his pained leg, pushing the barbed wire away from the knee that it's puncturing. Winthorp takes a step forward and raises his leg, kicking Gnarff in the abdominal region and bringing him down low enough to wrap an arm around his neck, The Goth looks at the crowd and sweeps away some stray, sweat filled hair out of his face and throws Gnarfflinger's arm over his shoulder, gripping the tights of The Butcher and making an attempt to lift him up into a Suplex position, although the weight of The Butcher proves too much for The Champ as he drops Gnarfflinger onto his feet and backs away with a hand on his lower back.
Gnarfflinger moves in quickly and takes a hold of the wrist of The Goth, spinning him once and then whipping him forward into yet another barricade, The Goth hitting it hard and flipping over it completely, sending him down onto the concrete at the feet of the Australian crowd, who continue to cheer on as the match progresses. Gnarfflinger moves forward once more and looks down upon the floored figure of The Goth, who makes several attempts to recuperate despite the pain going through his entire body and the entire crowd who stand around him. The Butcher brings a hand down and grasps the hair of The Italian Goth, bringing him up to his feet with a dazed and groggy look on his painted face, Gnarff throws out an odd punch and connects with the right cheek of The Goth, sending him backwards and deeper into the crowd, however, Gnarfflinger hops over the guard barricade casually and walks towards the stumbling Darkrites, pulling him by the hair back towards the barricade and throwing him over it.
Big Al
"I think this is proving too difficult for Darkrites to even handle at all. I mean look at this, Winthorp is being manhandled completely in this match and he's unable to get a decent hit in on The Butcher, who is dominating with his barbed wired legs and tactical thinking."
Colin Jennings
"You'd feel the same if you were made to go face first into a pile of lighttubes too you know."
Winthorp crawls towards the ring and begins pulling on the apron, struggling to get back up to his feet after the beating that he's suffered at the hands of The Butcher, who continues to stalk Winthorp after just throwing him back over the barricade and back towards the ring. Gnarfflinger hops over the barricade once more and slowly walks towards Winthorp who is still pulling himself back up to his feet, The Butcher takes a hold of the back of The Goth's head and rams it directly into the turnbuckle post, the impact forcing a cut open directly on the forehead of The GHW Champion, blood beginning to flow as the wound is opened. As the blood slowly progresses down the painted face, The Butcher drags Darkrites back towards the middle of the ring and forces him back inside, sliding in after him, Gnarff walks back towards one of the trash cans and begins scanning through the contents, with one object catching his eye immediately - A taser.
Gnarfflinger brings his hand down into the trash can and pulls out the malevolent police tool, eyeing it suggestively as he presses the button once, a spark of high-voltage power zapping into life, a smile now seen on the aged face of The Butcher. Gnarfflinger awaits the recovery period of Darkrites to end, waiting for him to get back up to his feet so he can put him through more trials, The Goth steadies himself on his feet and begins turning around which gives Gnarfflinger the reason to advance forward with the tool, pressing the button on the taser as he moves in to initiate the shock, but Winthorp manages to dodge with a side-step, forcing Gnarfflinger to stop himself by grabbing onto the top rope, The Butcher turns around and finds himself on the receiving end of a swift punch to the jaw, forcing him to drop the taser onto the mat and leaving him open for yet another punch to the jaw, this time knocking Gnarfflinger out of focus temporarily.
Winthorp is quick to look down at the taser and makes a grab for it, but instead chooses to grab the staple gun nearest to it. The Goth smirks as he stairs at the office tool, looking at Gnarfflinger and then feeling the place where a staple was driven into his head, though he brings the hand down to find smears of blood on his hand. Winthorp brings the staple gun up to the chest of the stunned Butcher and quickly presses down on the switch, sending a staple through the gun and onto the right nipple of The Canadian Butcher, who screams furiously as the staple pierces the nipple. The Goth moves his hand over the left nipple and repeats the process of it all, the staple being sent through and piercing through the opposite nipple. Winthorp backs away and analyzes his artwork on The Butcher, who screams in ferocious agony as he frantically digs into his own skin and into the staple to remove them from his nipple, which start bleeding as he removes them from himself.
Colin Jennings
"Haha, well, at least Gnarff won't have to worry about getting pierced in the future, he's already got the set-up, all he needs is a proper looped ring and he's set to go with his nipple piercings."
Big Al
"This isn't a joke Colin, Gnarfflinger could've been hurt by that and all Winthorp is doing is laughing as the poor guy is digging into himself to remove those staples from his chest."
Winthorp exits the ring and pulls up the apron, searching desperately as he does so for a certain object, and moments later pulls out a wooden table, The Goth smiles as he pushes the table underneath the ring and slides into the ring himself. By now, Gnarfflinger has had enough time to both remove the staples and recuperate from the pain and notices Winthorp returning to the ring and quickly retaliates by stomping The Goth on the upper back, The Goth stopped in his tracks as the foot meets his shoulder blade. Gnarfflinger continues stomping The Goth and then finally ends his barrage of stomps, taking time to pull up his tights and walk over to a new trash can in a different corner, The Butcher brings a hand down into the can and instantly pulls out a new weapon into the match, a shinai or singapore cain.
Gnarfflinger approaches The Goth and pulls him up using one hand, The Goth is forced back up to his feet by The Butcher, who swings the cane heavily and cracks it over the arm of The Goth, who is send staggering to the side with the immense pain coursing through his arm. Gnarfflinger takes another step forward and swings it yet again, this time, directly over the already bleeding forehead of The Champ and hitting him hard, the cane with a rather dense crack sound as The Goth hits the mat. The Butcher stands triumphantely with the singapore cane raised overhead, the fans cheering for The Butcher as he takes the time to show off for the fans by approaching the floored Winthorp and raises the shinai for a third time, bringing it down but only hitting the surface of the mat as Winthorp is able to roll away in time. Now slightly annoyed, Gnarfflinger begins following Darkrites around once more, singapore cane held tightly in his grip, as raises it once more, The Goth swiftly rolls through his legs and gets back up to a kneeling position.
Gnarfflinger screams in anger as his foe avoids him once more, but is put to an end as Winthorp lunges forward and strikes Gnarfflinger in the stomach with a punch, winding him slightly. The Butcher backs away to the ropes and begins leaning on them to regain his breath as The Italian Goth brings himself back up to his feet completely, by now his face donning the proverbial crimson mask. Winthorp lowers his face, his eyes looking quite ominous as he begins to eye his opponent with maniacal intentions in his mind, Winthorp moves forward and strikes Gnarfflinger twice with both hits making impact with the cheeks of The Canadian Butcher and sending him stumbling towards the trash can in the corner. Winthorp utilizes the time to rush over to the table in the ring, pulling the legs up and setting it in motion for use, with the table now set, Winthorp searches the ring and picks up an old object, the bag of thumbtacks that he kept ready for use previously. The Goth pulls the string on the bag, opening it up and scattering the content of it all over the surface of the table, Winthorp pulling the table closer towards Gnarfflinger's corner.
Big Al
"I'm guessing Darkrites has some evil intention with that table, and Gnarfflinger might be in trouble here."
Winthorp moves over to The Butcher, who still remains in the corner and forces him to go up the turnbuckle, The Butcher remains seated on the top turnbuckle which allows Darkrites to climb up onto the second rope. The Goth wraps and arm around Gnarfflinger's head as he steades himself on the rope and throws Gnarff's arm over his shoulder, Winthorp grasps the tights and once again initiates the Suplex position, with a burst of abundant strength, The Goth is able to hold The Butcher up in the Suplex and then falls back onto the table, driving Gnarfflinger's head into the thumbtacks and sacrificing his own body as the thumbtacks pierce the skin of his back, but nonetheless hitting The Life Call on his opponent, who drops to the mat in a spread eagle position, thumbtacks embedded into his head.
Colin Jennings
"Winthorp Darkrites with The Life Call! By god, how Gnarfflinger will get out of this sticky situation, only GOD KNOWS!"
Big Al
"No disregards for The Butcher's safety, whatsoever, if I was management, I would put this into review mainly due to the stipulations of the match and the moves being executed here."
Colin Jennings
"That would be rather inappropriate Al, it's merely a Brain Buster from the top rope, but Winthorp has dubbed it as his own move by calling it The Life Call, nothing strange about it whatsoever."
Big Al
"Shut up rookie."
Winthorp, using the only strength in his body, edges closer towards The Butcher, who remains stationary as the match goes on, The Goth inches a hand up towards The Butcher's body and lays his arm on Gnarfflinger's chest, the referee noticing the pin attempt and rushing to count it.
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TBC Gnarfflinger.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 22, 2009 8:23:13 GMT -5
The crowd roars in anticipation of a successful title defense by the young goth, but the aging veteran denies them the moment by raising his shoulder. Darkrites is livid at the referee for an alleged slow count. This allows the Butcher to roll to a nearby corner. This knocks over a garbage can, allowing the Butcher to retrieve something. He conceals it under his torso as he appears to writhe in pain. Meanwhile, an unaware Winthorp Darkrites moves in to grab the Butcher by the hair, only to receive a cheese grater to the forehead as the Butcher launches off his left leg to drive it into his opponent. Both men down, the referee begins a count to determine if either of these men can continue.
This is what Winthorp Darkrites can't handle--the survival instincts of the Butcher and his sheer will to punish his opponents!
The Instincts of the Butcher are the only thing keeping him in this match. The Life Call through a table littered with thumbtacks should have ended his career!
At the count of 6, Darkrites makes his way to his feet, finds a metal Mailbox, charges the Butcher, but Gnarfflinger pulls down the top rope as he ducks the strike. Darkrites flips over the top rope, landing gracelessly on the floor, his feet hitting first, causing his face to hit the guard rail. He still holds the mailbox, which works against him, as he turns around to meet a baseball slide drop kick to drive the mailbox into the face. The guardrail prevents the champion from hitting the floor, allowing him to come back with a forearm to the face of the Butcher as he joins the young Goth. Gnarfflinger then grabs a beer can from a fan at ringside, chugs it then crushed the can into the skull of Winthorp Darkrites.
Again, the Butcher takes the fight to his element, fighting the champion on his terms. Excellent tactics by the challenger!
Not to take anything away from the champion, but the Challenger is more at home on the floor than the champ may ever be! Darkrites needs to get this back in the ring before the Butcher can do some true damage!
The Butcher pulls the trash can out of the ring, and prepares to bludgeon the champion with it, but is caught by the champion, connecting right foot to left testicle. The Butcher immediately falls to the floor, the trash can following him down, bouncing off his shoulder. Darkrites takes the can and smashes it into the upper torso of the Butcher. He delivers two more punitive strikes, then backs across the ringside area. As he charges, attempting a dropkick to drive the can into the downed Butcher, the veteran leapfrogs the can, and comes down across the chest of the champion. The Butcher opens up with 5 right hands into the face of Darkrites before he can wriggle from under the challenger. This allows the champion to grapple the veteran, stopping the onslaught for the moment. The Size and strength of the Butcher, however allow him to keep the edge, allowing him to position the challenger around and drive him into the steel ring steps.
This is exactly what Martin Prince expected! Gnarfflinger the Butcher is torturing this young upstart.
I would go so far as to suggest that if Darkrites can't get this back to the ring, the title will chance hands here in Australia!
Gnarfflinger grabs a stray item from the ring--a night stick! He slams it hard into the ribs of the Italian Goth. After three heavy shots, Darkrites drops to his hands and knees. This is met with no mercy, as the Butcher continues to beat on him with the implement of law enforcement...
TBC: Winthorp. I'm not out of Ideas yet, but it's too early to bust those ones out yet...
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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 22, 2009 19:44:13 GMT -5
The action suddenly comes to a full halt as electrical defuncts in the circuitbox temporarily shuts off the power in the main lighting, bringing the arena to complete darkness, the only source of lighting coming from the cellphones held in the hands of the crowd, the action in the ring is heard to continue as the sound of a body making impact with the padding of the outside section of the ring is heard. However, the lights return to full power and Gnarfflinger is seen knelt over Winthorp's bloodied body, pounding his face in with hard right hands to the forehead, blood splattering onto the padding as each hit connects. The fan in the front gasp in horror as they continue to watch the brutality take place, some even covering their eyes due to the amount of blood seen with their own two eyes.
Gnarfflinger pauses during his beatdown gets back into a standing position, Winthorp's head held in his hands as he drags The Goth up to his feet, although Darkrites seems to be in no proper condition for the fight. Gnarfflinger launches another big hit and knocks The Goth back against the edge of the ring, Winthorp clinging onto the bottom rope for support as blood continues to flow down from his wounds. The Butcher advances towards the bleeding Goth but is stopped short in his tracks as Darkrites pulls himself up using the bottom rope as leverage and lifts both of his legs up, kicking The Canadian in the face with both feet, sending him back up the ramp with both hands covering his face. Winthorp lets go of the rope and advances up himself, throwing out a punch and hitting Gnarfflinger's shoulder, bringing The Butcher down slightly but not enough to keep him down. Gnarff rises back up to his feet and brings a knee up into the abdominal region of the virtuous Goth and brings Winthorp into a coughing fit, sending him back down the ramp slightly and back towards the ring.
As Gnarfflinger is making his way back towards the stumbling Goth, the lights on stage turn to a shade of amber as "Zetsubou Billy" by Maximum The Hormone begins blaring through the PA System, The Butcher looks up onto the stage with his eyes widened in fury, expecting to see General Manager Martin Prince hit the ring, but it turns out to be a false alarm as The Goth rushes up in his blood covered state, lifting Gnarfflinger up by his legs and carrying him up the ramp, Winthorp stops at the top of the ramp connecting to the stage and drops him down hard onto the steel set of the stage, The Butcher screaming as his back hits the hard metal. The referee rushes down from the ring also, due to the stipulations of falls/submissions counting anywhere.
Both men appear to recover quick, despite the pain and in Winthorp's case, the blood pouring from his open wound. Gnarfflinger is up on his feet, hand rested on his back due to the pain, but a quick punch to the face by The Goth quickly puts him on an uneasy stance. Darkrites grabs Gnarfflinger by the hair and drags him over to the bottom of the 'Tron, smashing The Butcher's face into the side frame of the entrance way to the ring, The Butcher's head bounces off the metal frame and The Goth continues his attack, dragging Gnarfflinger by the hair and pushing aside the curtains to take the battle backstage. Both men fumble and fall down onto the ground but quickly roll themselves back up as the exchange of punches takes place, the camera man running hard to try and catch up with the action.
Colin Jennings
"Well it seems this Ultraviolent Match has been taken backstage, if it wasn't bad enough that there were dangerous weapons in that ring, they'll be using the environment as the building as their weapons now."
Big Al
"These Australian fans are getting a bit too much for what they paid for now. Get back in the ring fools!"
Gnarfflinger throws out a punch that knocks Winthorp back against a snack table, knocking aside all of the plates of food for the crew hand. As Gnarfflinger approaches for another hit, Winthorp grabs the coffee machine and throws it Gnarff as he approaches, halting The Butcher's approach in time to recuperate slightly. With Gnarff being held back by pain, The Goth pushes himself off of the table and walks through the hallway, in an effort to try and evade the recovering Butcher, who now begins stalking the bleeding Darkrites through the hallway, a sadistic look on his face as he takes each step slowly, hoping to find The Italian Goth cowering away behind a piece of furniture.
Gnarfflinger The Butcher
"Where are you Darkrites? Don't hide from me coward. Finish this fight like a man for Christ sake!"
The Butcher's words a met with a strike from a steel chair, The Goth gripping the chair tightly as he raises it again, cracking the chair once more over the head of The Canadian Butcher who refuses to go down, Winthorp fails to realise the mistake that he's holding the chair in front of his face, but upon realisation, The Butcher launches a big right fist into the chair which is pushed back and hits The Champ in the face, sending him back and pressed against a wall with the chair in his hand. The Butcher runs up to Winthorp and jumps up into the air, shoulder raised as he collides with the chair, driving the steel object into the face of The Italian Goth, who drops to the floor after having the chair driven into his already beaten face.
Gnarfflinger The Butcher
"That's right 'Champ', you're playing in my field now. Hardcore and violence is my type of fight and what you've done is pissed off the wrong Butcher."
These words go uninterrupted by Winthorp, who merely lays on the concrete flooring, dazed and bloodied. The Butcher raises the chair in a golf like position and takes a swing, the chair cracking Winthorp's head against the concrete wall, skull and chair which mixes together to make an odd crunching sound. The Butcher laughs as he raises the chair once more and takes another wild swing, The Goth however is able to evade the strike by lifting himself up quickly, though the action taking it's toll on him as he scares up at his opponent with a dazed expression. The Butcher grabs The Goth and drags him up to his feet, pulling him through the hallway of the backstage area, and finally, The Butcher stops and grabs the tights of The Italian Goth, throwing him into a door labelled 'Females Locker', only one scream is produced from within the room as the camera rushes in to find Kahlan in a towel and screaming her lungs out as the bloodied Darkrites lifts his head up to look around at his surroundings. The Butcher walks in with no problem and picks Winthorp up and lifts him to his feet, The Goth, however, headbutts The Hardcore Butcher and irish whips him towards the sink, The Butcher's head shattering the entire glass mirror, a cut opening up on his forehead which begins producing blood almost instantly. Kahlan screams once more but is quickly silenced by a punch to the face by The Goth, who has had enough of all the screaming.
Big Al
"Thank you! I was starting to get pissed off because of all that screaming, but Darkrites was thinking like a true man and put that bitch down with a punch to the face. I congratulate you Darkrites!"
Colin Jennings
"Al, can you keep your focus on the match please?! Winthorp with the irish whip on Gnarfflinger into the mirror of the women's locker room, there's glass everywhere and even the now unconscious body of Kahlan. Oh the humanity!"
TBC Gnarfflinger. Eh, it was short, didn't wanna post anything too big.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 23, 2009 8:40:28 GMT -5
OOC: An Arena tour? You're serious? Damn this is going to be a good one...
As the Goth yells at Kahlan, the Butcher turns around, grabs the goth by the hair, bounces him into the concrete wall, and drags him to the toilet. He stuffs Darkrites face into the toilet bowl and flushes it.
Yes! I love it! Winthorp Darkrites is going down the toilet! Just where he belongs!
The Butcher is getting in the head of the younger champion. It's not like the Italian Goth to strike a woman...
Gnarfflinger fires the goth back first into the concrete wall again, the water in the toilet removing much of the blood and face paint, but the wounds are still open. The Butcher gestures as if tipping his cap to Kahlan as he drags Darkrites out of the room. they make their way across the concourse to a concession stand. The head of the champion is quickly introduces to the soda dispenser. The Btucher fires the champion over the counter, climbs on top, and leaps, driving a knee into the head of the Goth. The impact sends him through the glass door of refrigeration unit. The employees scatter as the tandem trash their work environment. As Darkrites tries to regain his feet, the Butcher bludgeons him with a keg! The Butcher then drags Darkrites to the Kitchen where he dumps a container of pickles over the Goth's head. The salty, vinegar based brine washing over the open cuts on the head of the champion cause him to howl in true agony!
Not only is the Butcher destroying the champion, he's causing tremendous pain! I love it!
Right now, I suspect that right now, Winthorp Darkrites may be regretting the decision to take this backstage...
The combatants leave the kitchen area, coming back to the counter. The Butcher vaults the counter, drags the champion on the counter, and bashes him with a nearby waste receptacle. Darkrites slides to the floor at the feet of the Butcher who delivers three kicks, two to the ribs and one to the head. He grabs him by the arm to drag him across the concourse again, this time to Martin Prince's office. The Butcher fires the Goth into a chair across the desk from the surprised GM. Gnarfflinger then grabs a Stapler off the desk, and starts planting more staples into the face of the Goth.
MP: Hit him with this!
The Gm hands the Butcher a tin waste basket. The Butcher obliges the GM, whacking the champion with the can. He then puts the can on the head of the goth. Prince hands the Butcher a cane, which the Butcher uses to smash the can. The dent is visible, and blood is shown coming down from under the can. The Champion gets the can off his head in time to see a computer monitor coming at his face! The impact causes the screen to shatter. The Goth slumps in the chair as the challenger climbs on the GM's desk. The Butcher delivers a drop kick, knocking the chair over. Gnarfflinger then lifts the champion on his shoulders to deliver a cleaver slam across the desk of Martin Prince, which breaks on impact. The Butcher only gets a two count before the instincts of the Goth force his shoulder off the floor.
Now our esteemed GM gets a bird's eye view of the destruction of Winthorp Darkrites!
And of course Martin Prince does nothing to discourage them from destroying his office. Would he have reacted differently if Winthorp Darkrites had the advantage?
He'd probably wake in a cold sweat with his heart racing, because that would have been a nightmare!
The Butcher drags the Goth out of the GM's office, and again crosses the concourse. This time he finds a souvenir stand. He grabs a plastic Frying Pan, which cracks on impact with the head of the Goth. The Sharp edge of the plastic gives the Butcher something to grind into the forehead of the Goth. Gnarfflinger decides to add insult to injury by grabbing a Martin Prince T-shirt and stuffs it in the mouth of the champion.
TBC: Winthorp. I thought I'd give you a crack at the area backstage...
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Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 25, 2009 12:46:09 GMT -5
With the disgraceful article being shoved down the throat of The Italian Goth, The Butcher begins to laugh maniacally, thinking himself to be getting the job of the General Manager done with his own two hardcore hands. Gnarfflinger continues in his efforts of asphyxiating the young Goth, but his efforts are prevailed chivalrously with a strong elbow to the nose, a cracking noise made quietly as a trickle of blood runs down the nose of The Butcher, who groans in pain after receiving the stiff blow to the face. Winthorp backs away from the pained Butcher and pulls the t-shirt out of his mouth, breathing heavily as he does so due to the immense pain that courses through his body. As Gnarfflinger cracks his nose back into place, The Goth moves towards him, arm cocked back as he readies a punch that hits The Butcher in between the eyes and sends him back a few steps, Darkrites readies another punch and throws it out violently, hitting The Butcher on the right cheek this time and bringing the somewhat indestructable hardcore menace to a knee. The Goth rushes forward and brings his own knee up which makes impact with the temple of The Butcher, flooring him completely as he hits the concrete ground with a hard thud. Winthorp stands sluggishly as blood continues to flow from his open wounds, his vision now beginning to fade as his mindset begins to alter due to the loss of blood.
Colin Jennings
"I don't know how much more Winthorp can actually take from this match. The fact that it's an Ultraviolent contest makes it even worse because of the wounds sustained in this match."
Big Al
"He shouldn't of pissed off the General Manager then, you KNOW how much Martin Prince despises Winthorp Darkrites. Winthorp continues to infuriate our fearless leader by holding the belt disgracefully."
Colin Jennings
"That's pretty low Al, Winthorp had to bear through two other beatings at Tried and Convicted to hold that title in his hands."
Winthorp approaches the fallen Butcher suddenly, his eyes widening in madness as he takes a hold of the hair of The Butcher and pulls it hardly, bringing The Canadian Butcher to his feet. Winthorp whips Gnarff towards a dry wall, The Butcher hitting the wall and now resting against it, hoping to recuperate from the sudden turn of events, however, all efforts to recover turns to demise as The Italian Goth charges towards The Butcher, throwing his right shoulder out in front of him as he drives it into the abdominal region of The Canadian Butcher, not only driving his shoulder through The Butcher but also driving him through the wall with his patented HellGate. The referee jumps through the hole and gets down onto the floor as he finds Winthorp with an arm on top of The Butcher, the referee counts the pinfall attempt.
1..
2..
..WHAT THE HELL!
Gnarfflinger lifts a shoulder up suddenly, much to the surprise of The NeXuS Champion, but also to the entire Australian crowd, who watch in awe through the 'Tron. Both men lay on the rubble-ridden ground, covered in dust and chunks of wall, the time on the clock ticking away as the match appears to be going on for an eternity, much to the dismay of the crowd who grow restless of the wait and want to see more hardcore action. Winthorp is the first to get up out of the two, his face now covered in a combination of dust and blood as he steps out of the hole and towards the concession stand, the mexican salesman stands ready with a bottle of water as he passes it to The Italian Goth, who opens it up and pours it over his own face, washing away some of the blood and taking a sip at the same time. Now oblivious to Gnarfflinger, who is slowly getting up himself from the blow of the spear, Winthorp begins to take a walk through the backstage area, breathing slowly but heavily as he progresses through the facility. A few people walk past The Goth, the person standing out the most however being Kahlan, who glares menacingly at Winthorp, a shade of purple outlining the left eye after the punch she received earlier during the match. Charlie Coors also walks past Winthorp, but rather quickly to avoid trouble as Gnarfflinger appears from nowhere, knocking The Goth down with an double axehandle.
Gnarfflinger moves towards Darkrites, who is rolling his way back to his feet but to no avail as The Butcher runs up and simply kicks him back down to the ground. Now, The Butcher just waits, waiting for The Goth to get back up to his feet as he readies himself for one of his patented finishing maneuvers, one that is known as the most dangerous move in his arsenal. Winthorp now stands back up on his feet, his legs rubbery due to the loss of balance mainly influenced by the blood loss, The Butcher moves in quickly for the kill, lifting Winthorp up into a Firemans Carry position. Winthorp tries to escape from this vexatious predicament but is unable to, as The Butcher brings him over to a coffee table, Gnarfflinger swings Winthorp over him, turning himself in the process as Winthorp is brought down in a sidewalk slam position, marking the use of the deadly Cleaver Slam. The table breaks instantly as well as the contents of the table falling down and raining upon Winthorp's now limp body. Gnarfflinger looks up, blood running down his face as a smirk makes its way upon the aged face of The Canadian Butcher. Winthorp twitches slightly but quickly has his leg hooked by The Butcher as the referee comes down for the pinfall attempt.
1..
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Winthorp gets his own shoulder up this time, much to the dismay of The Butcher who looks up with a shocked expression on his face. The fans within the arena chant "Holy shit!" as The Butcher brings himself back up to his feet, facepalming himself as he gazes upon the broken figure before him, a figure that refuses to give up after a Cleaver Slam through not one table but two throughout this entire match. Gnarfflinger spits some blood out onto the floor and grunts as he lifts The Goth back up to his feet, who continues to remain stationary after going through the table.
Colin Jennings
"These guys just don't back down whatsoever. They have the hearts of champions."
Big Al
"Yeah, too bad Winthorp is the only person with the belt, and Gnarfflinger is trying to kill him to get the belt. Gnarfflinger WAS the first holder of the title you know, so you'd expect this deadly hardcore genius to want to do whatever it takes to reclaim his stolen gold."
Colin Jennings
"Oh, for the love of god. You better pray that Matthew Oliveira didn't hear you say that. Hardcore Genius? Gnarfflinger? Brother REPENT for your sins!"
Gnarfflinger continues to hold The Goth over his shoulder as he carries him to a completely new and unfamiliar area in the match up. Within the compounds of The ACER Arena, Gnarfflinger has happened to drag Winthorp into the car park. The Butcher drops The Goth to the ground as he sighs heavily, the heaving chest of The Butcher dropping as he relieves himself of the unnecessary oxygen. The Butcher stops and thinks to himself, wondering on what he can use within his vicinity..
TBC Gnarfflinger
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