KOTDM Title - Flaming Tables - Gore vs Wilkins

[robwilkins]

The entire arena is left in utter silence after the results of the previous match, with each side giving their applauses for both competitors involved. With the ring now vacant with the exception of Charlie Coors, a further three bells is rung to indicate the start of a brand new match for the night.

Charlie Coors: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one fall and it is for the King of the Deathmatch Championship. The only way to win the fall is by lighting one table on fire and putting your opponent right through it, and the winner will be declared the NEW King of the Deathmatch champion. Introducing first.."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH"

The heavy guitar riff and drum intro line of "This Calling" by All That Remains begins reverberating throughout the entire vicinity of the Coopers Sports Complex. The pyrotechnics begin to go off on stage, releasing a shower of red sparks into the air, the crowd shouting in dismay over the fact that a superstar they hate the most is going to be participating for the KOTDM Title. After several more displays of the pyros, a figure steps out from behind the black curtains. Dressed in denim shorts, black wrestling boots, black knee pads, elbow pads and a black sleeveless "Nirvana" shirt is Rob Wilkins. Wilkins looks around at the fans and raises his arm into the air, flashing a direct dirty bird to all the fans in the front seats, the insult is reacted with barrage of boos.

"I secretly crave, crave that scent again
Still feel it pressing on me now
Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening
I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again

And I hear this calling
Still you don't seem so far at all
And I hear this calling out "

Charlie Coors: "Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York. He weighs in tonight's bout at 215 pounds, he is the challenger.. Alex St- I mean, Rob Wilkins!"

Colin Jennings: "Well, looks like we finally see an appearance from Rob Wilkins tonight, who seems to have no-showed every match that he's been booked in. Gosh, I'm sure surprised he hasn't been fired yet."

Big Al Mulligan: "Don't be hard on the kid Colin, he might've missed his flights or something and did the SMART thing, by calling in the General Manager and making some compromises with him."

Colin Jennings: "But to miss at least 4 flights in a ro- Look, I'm not gonna bother arguing about this anymore. Let's just get this match on the road."

Wilkins begins his walk down the aisle, each crowd member in the front row shooting him a fierce glare, Wilkins simply walks past them all and laughs. As Rob makes it down to the middle of the ramp, he starts jogging down to the ring to hype himself up, sliding in and jumping back up to his feet instantly. As the Brooklyn-born superstar makes his way over to his corner, he taunts the crowd once more, this time grabbing his crotch and waving his hips around to get in the face of the crowd.

The crowd react with another round of boos which only sparks some laughter from Wilkins, who shrugs it off and stays in his corner, awaiting the champion to arrive.

TBC:

[feezah]

Colin Jennings: "All that is left is the arrival of the champion, who's had 3 succsesful title defenses, the latter of which coming not as easily as he may have wanted."

Big Al: "Please, he's the cream of the crop. And Skull is his next target!"

Almost on cue with A's comment, "Vendetta" by Slipknot erupted onto the P.A. system, with the drums leading into the riff. The curtains quickly parted, with the King Of Deathmatch Champion emerging to a chorus of boos. The detestation of the crowd was immense, but they did not faze the King of Deathmatches, who stood triumphant with an arrogant grin across hi mug.

Charlie Coors: "Introducing his opponent, from Ontario Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the undefeated, King of Deathmatches Champion....KHRISTIAN GORE!"

The Ontario Canadian quickly picked up his pace, marching down the ring, hoisting his championship into the air pridefully, with his opponent, Rob Wilkins watching on with fierce anticipation, hoping to make the most out of his very first championship bout.

The King of Deathmatches slid into the ring, before burying his coveted belt into the chest of the official concealed in a white and black striped get up.

"It's time, this match is a Burning Tables bout. Someone will get incinerated before this night is over!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing! I'm looking forward to some burnt furniture and some burning limbs!"

TBC

OOC: (Soz. for lousy entrance, been sick and dealing with work.)

[feezah]

Posting

[robwilkins]

(OOC: Been a day since KG's made the reserve post, i'm posting instead. Sorry for lateness, been busy with exams and whatnot.)

The sound of the bell reverberates throughout the entire area of the Cooper Sports Complex, Khristian Gore smirks at the finally-arrived Rob Wilkins, who stares back in anticipation, his eyes glaring hungrily at the prize in the referee's hand. The ref turns to each side, holding the KOTDM Title in the air as he does to show the prize on the line. Rob Wilkins wastes no time in moving in for the first strike, throwing out the stiff elbow which hits the pectoral muscle of the champ, not even fazing him slightly. Gore swings a right fist and hits the challenger in the face, sending him stumbling back with his size and weight advantage over Wilkins. Gore steps in closer and raises an arm, knocking Wilkins to the mat with a well aimed Clothesline. As the Brooklyn-native looks up at Gore from the mat, Gore can see the look of shock on the new-comers face. Gore smirks cockily as he raises a boot overhead and brings it crashing down into the forehead of the challenger. Rob screams as he feels the sole of the leather boot pulling his skin back with the stomp. The referee moves in to check on Wilkins but a determined KOTDM Champion keeps the referee at bay.

Gore raises his foot up once more but Wilkins is able to roll out of the way, leaving Gore to crush nothing. As Wilkins sighs in relief after escaping another possible boot to the face, he rolls back up to a kneeling position. Gore takes note of this recuperation and quickly makes his way over to Wilkins, delivering a swift kick to the chest of the Brooklyn-born superstar and dropping him to the mat. The crowd boos as Gore cockily raises a foot up and rests it on Wilkins' chest, the referee sliding onto the mat and assuming the position to make the pinfall.

"One"
The referee's hand slaps the mat once and the crowd shouts out the first count, as the referee raises his hand for a second count, it becomes broken by Wilkins as he raises his shoulder up into the air. The crowd finding it odd that they cheer for Wilkins despite their hate for him, which is thrown out the window as they look at Gore, who appears to be the bigger evil in the match.

Colin Jennings: "It seems that Wilkins is going to have a hard time in this match, mainly due to his disadvantage with weight and height against Khristian Gore, who is by far the greater competitor so far in the match."

"Big" Al Mulligan: "Not to mention, he is the current champion, which means he HAS to be better than this no good punk. If this kid ends Gore's reign as champion, good luck finding a new commentator for TNT."

Gore allows Wilkins to get back up to his feet, using Wilkins' recuperation time as a way to taunt both him and the crowd, who simply reply with a shower of boos upon him. Gore ignores the boos and turns his attention back on Wilkins, who is standing sluggishly on his feet. The KOTDM Champion rushes over to the challenger and makes for a sidestep, maneuvering himself behind Wilkins and wrapping his arms around the waistline of the challenger, going for the German. However, Wilkins is able to use his wits and quickly elbow Gore in the face, forcing a release on the hold. This time Wilkins makes the initiative with a thumb to the eye, the crowd boo but Wilkins is quick to ignore this. As Khristian Gore stumbles back in pain, with a hand over his eye, Wilkins rushes over to the ropes. He rebounds off of them and returns to Gore, jumping up into the air and holding his shoulder out, hitting Gore's shoulder and the two men dropping to the mat with a hard thud.

Wilkins rises up almost immediately, his expression fierce but with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watches his opponent roll on the floor in an attempt to make a recuperative effort back up to his feet. He moves in for another move, but receives a kick to the face instead. Gore looks up and eyes his opponent with one eye, the champion kicks Wilkins in the knee and forces him to lose balance and land on the mat. Gore makes his way back to his feet slowly and shakes his head to clear the pain in his eye, also turning his attention on the fallen Wilkins as he does so, eyeing him maliciously as he stretches his arms. Gore takes Wilkins' leg and raises it up against his abdomen, crossing his leg over Wilkins and turning himself on the spot with the legs tied up. Gore then falls back onto the mat and placing his other leg atop of Wilkins' hanging foot, the figure four locked in tightly and Rob Wilkins instantly gets up and screams in torture. He swings his arms viciously as he screams, trying to overturn the dangerous submission move. However, the size and weight disadvantage leaves him screaming for mercy but unable to lose as the match cannot be won by submission. Gore laughs maniacally as he tightens the hold on the figure four, forcing another scream from Wilkins as the leg muscles are stretched and contracted.

Colin Jennings: "The referee better do something in there, despite the match not being able to be won by submission, I think Gore is doing everything in his power to weaken Wilkins and possibly even injure him in his first match with GHW."

"Big" Al Mulligan: "So what? It's survival of the fittest here, if you can't break out of a hold like this, then you're not fit to compete with this company. This is a company of men, not pathetic school girls."

As all of this continues to go on within the ring, the fans attentions are turned to the ramp. General Manager, Martin Prince, is seen walking down the ramp towards the ring. The GM of TNT however steps away from the ring and makes his way towards the announcers table. Big Al and Colin Jennings re-position their seats to allow entry for the General Manager, who picks up a headset and takes a seat next to Big Al.

Martin Prince: "Alright boys, what've we got here? Rob Wilkins and Khristian Gore? Boy, this is one hell of a predicament. I'm quite surprised that Wilkins even made it into the arena, he sure has a way of dogging every event that he's been booked into. Sick dog? Grandmother fell down the stairs? The Ayatollah bombed his house? These are all bullcrap excuses to keep himself out of the ring on trumped up excuses."

"Big" Al Mulligan: "And that's what me and Colin have been discussing most of the time here Martin. This is unbelievable behaviour and-"

Martin Prince: "Stop kissing my ass Mulligan."

Big Al looks sour at this, but the focus returns to the ring. Where Wilkins was able to escape the cruel submissional hold by finally reversing it into his own. The two men lay in the ring, Wilkins coming out worse than Gore, but still able to mobilize himself in the ring. As the two continue to lay motionless in the ring, the crowd begin screaming for more blood. Hoping for the intense action to continue.

TBC: Gore

(OOC: Martin Prince used with permission)