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Endura vs. Vincent Knight; Hardcore Match
Topic Started: Jul 26 2015, 11:34 AM (222 Views)
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Endura vs. Vincent Knight
- Hardcore Match
REF: TBA

Deadlines:
Entrance Deadline: Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 at 11:59 PM
Match Deadline: Sunday, August 9th, 2015 at 11:59 PM
Promo Deadline and Match Rulings (if applicable): Monday, August 10th, 2015 at 11:59 PM
[All Times EST!]
Edited by BellZer, Jul 26 2015, 11:34 AM.
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Season 7 of Razer's sig (January 18th - February 17th) results:
1st - Wrath/Joey/Pat 13
2nd - Raz 4
3rd - Ace/NM 3

Best shout of the sig award (season 7):
Wrath: that feeling when you lose a Skittle in a shag carpet
Pat: *Wrath resists urge to go digging for it*
Wrath: I FOUND IT! Now the question remains, do I eat it?
Nox: if skittes werent meant to be eaten off the floor, god wouldn't of given them a candy coated turtle shell

8th Sig! 17th February 2015 -????
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It's just like you
Always wanted to be hitting the dancefloors all around the world
Where people can see you dancing
You are still on top, still a thrill
Don't stop you've got moves to kill


Smith: Here we go!

Brunswick: A rare moment for Endura. Tonight she has a match that doesn't jerk the curtain but is actually on the must watch list!


It's just like you
Always wanted to be hitting the dancefloors all around the world
Where people can see you dancing
You are still on top, still a thrill
Don't stop you've got moves to kill


Smith: And this will go straight to her head...in the form of trauma!

Brunswick: You're not wrong, Doug! With an opponent like Vincent Knight, Endura could end up leaving on a stretcher tonight!


Endura bursts through curtain, turning her alluring back to the crowd. She looks slyly over her shoulder at the arena, pursing her lips at the occupants, and giving a quick wink before whirling about face on the tron. The crowd signs are out in force tonight, some reading "Endura get's Knighted" and a heart-shaped construct resembling Endura looking around her own ass that reads "Most 'Ass'stounding".

She points and blows a kiss at the sign, nodding at that arena's entire wing.

You've got the music to play loud and shameless
Out of control you're aiming to be famous
You've got the gift to make the stars all around us
Begin to shine, and dance to excite us


She struts down the ramp, hands on hips, head held high, nose stuck straight up in the air as to playfully ignore her male admirers. A little girl reaches a hand over the barricade amidst a flurry of male hands, and Endura stops long enough to slap palms with the little girl before continuing further down the ramp.

Saget: The following Hardcore Match is scheduled for one fall anywhere in the arena. Making her way to the ring from In Your Dreams, standing at 5'8'', weighing in at 138lbs, the BLONDSHELL...EEEEENNNNDUUUURRRAAAA!!!

Making the end of the ramp, she rounds to the stairs, mounting the first step before pouting up at Sagat. The ring announcer happily sits down on the ropes as the Blondshell ascends and ducks in, but not before giving him a peck on the forehead. She goes to the corner, grabbing the top ropes that junction in at the turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd.

Electric emotion
Running through my circuits

Electric emotion
Running through my circuits


Playback
Filter, music, playback, double

(Filter) It's just (Music) like you
(Playback) It's just (Double check it) like you (always)
(Filter) It's just like (Music, Playback)

*Breathe in


Dropping it low to the joy and praise of all the males in attendance, Endura makes her pink short tights strain against her hot cakes. She pulls herself back up, arching her back as she looks over her shoulder at a focusing camera, giving it a wink as the pops fade.

It's just like you
It's just like you, Girl
It's just like you (Always wanted to be..)


Brunswick: I'm glad I'm a man, just because it makes being into Endura more enjoyable.

Smith: Agreed! Cake doesn't get richer than those two luxurious layers right there! Best dime butt in PRW since Takato's!

Brunswick: ...

Smith: I mean Haruna's and Niki's!

Brunswick: ...

Smith: Stop looking at me!


Endura turns about in the corner as her music fades, the ref giving her gear a once over to make sure it's on secure, and maybe to get some feels in. Endura regards the ramp and the tron. Scowling as she exhales, Endura looks stilled and ready for one Vincent Knight.

TBC: Knight
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The lights in the arena suddenly darken and in response, the majority of the crowd begin to jeer and boo over the song that begins to play.




FIGHT!

Vincent Knight, wearing his hoodie and black pants, calmy walks through the curtain and takes a moment to survey the harsh crowd. With a scoff, he raises a finger gun to Endura before beginning his march towards the ring.

Smith:Maybe if Endura gets on her knees and beg, Vincent will forgive her?...Or do something else when on her knees?

Brunswick: I'm gonna pretend that you didn't say that last part and say that Endura has proven many times that she is one of the toughest wrestlers on the roster and she won't back down from this challenge.


You're afraid,
Like I make my deals with the devil.
You've been at it for years
But couldn't reach that next level.
Let's keep it real,
This is no competition to me.
Even if everyone around you acts
Like they don't see.


Knight continues his march down the ramp, ignoring the fans and not breaking eye contact with his fierce competition. But at the end of the ramp, he turns away from Endura and instead comes face to face with a member of the audience. It was a young adult male in the front row holding high above his head a poster depicitng a cartoon Endura punching Vincent Knight's head off. Vincent slowly approaches him until he is face to face with fan with the barricade doing little to seperate the two. The two begin a war of words and while the camera doesn't catch all of what is said, it is obvious that venom in verbal form is being traded.

Brunswick: Oh come on! Vincent Knight is now harassing members of the crowd?! That's just unprofessional!
Smith: I don't blame him. It's obvious that he has had enough of the crowd's bullying and now he is standing up for himself!


Knight suddenly snatches the sign from the fan which is met with a deafening amount of the boos. The fan yells at him to give it back and Knight fakes him out a few times before backing away with the sign still in his hand. He then glances at Endura who is screaming at him to give the sign back as well. Knight reverts his eyes to the fan and with a cruel smile, rips the sign half right in front of him.

Smith: Serves him right! I applaud Vincent for standing up for himself.

Brunswick: You applaud a man who harrased someone that spent their hard earned money to have a good time?! This man is despicible and I hope that Endura really does punch his head off!


Knight then throws the torn sign into the face of the fan and turns around to continue his walk into the ring when he sees Endura mid-sprint heading towards the ropes in front of Knight. Knight has no time to react as Endura leaps over the top rope and nails Knight with a sucide plancha! She quickly rises to her feet and poses to the fans who cheer her like crazy. Then, she makes her way to the fan who got his sign ripped up and motions him a little closer. The fan leans forward and Endura rewards him with a kiss to the check before returning her attention to Knight who is on all fours.

Brunswick: Endura just made that fan's night after Vincent tried to ruin it!

Smith: Whatever. She should keep her attention on Knight instead of desperate guys looking for sympathy!

Brunswick: Do I detect jealousy in your voice, Doug?

Smith: Shut up, Josh


The referee, seeing no choice, rings the bell and the match has now officialy started.

TBC: Endura
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DING! DING! DING!

Vince comes in fast on all fours, making it to two legs in a blink and tackling Endura to the mat. Hooking her head with one arm, he hammers away with his free hand at Endura's face and forehead as the crowd rallies. Before the bell, things had started hot, and they show no signs of cooling as Vince drills the Blondshell with lightning fast punches.

Hauling Endura up by her hair, Vince drags her into a forward jog towards the barricades, where, he promptly flings her into said partition. The impact causes those seated to recoil as Endura groans, air rushing from her lungs.

Darting in, Vince drives a soccer kick to Endura's exposed midsection and follows it up with a chorus of stomps. Using the barricade to steady himself, he stands his weight on Endura's midriff, steps off, and soccer kicks home into the same area. Endura turtles up, and Vince kneels a knee into her hip, drawing a sharp cry from her.

Brunswick: Endura opened fire first here tonight with that Plancha before the bell, now Vince is retaliating with an overwhelming assault!

Smith: A lurid striker when pissed apparently. picked the torso and localized his attacks there.


Throwing a liberal dash of jabs upside Endura's head, bouncing her skull off the matting like a ball, Vince steps away and goes to the apron, throwing back the ring skirt. Half his body disappears beneath the ring, and moments later he reappears with a steel folding chair. Unfolding the chair before the apron, Vince returns to a prone Endura, and forces her to stand. Endura sandbags, making Vince work at bearing her entire weight.

A right hook to Endura's temple puts her back down to the matting, Vince straddling her and aiming haymakers between the blond's eyes, then, grabbing her head and slamming it back repeatedly.

Dizzy, Endura doesn't actively sandbag, but she's not helping Vince's lifting process either. With effort, the chaotic brawler brings Endura vertical, breaths, hefts her up and into position, then...

Brunswick: Oh God, NO!!!"

The wrenching sound of steel, the crowd shrieks and screams, the chair warps. Endura gasps as Vince nails her with a Backbreaker across the folding chair. The ref recoils, but quickly leaves his vantage point in the ring to lay down a count on the outside when Vince covers her.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!!!

Powering up a shoulder, narrowly, Endura looks like she has been struck by a lightning bolt. Vince snarls and covers her again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Endura gets the shoulder up in the form of a straight jab, smacking Vince right in the nose. A quick pop from the crowd and another snarl from Vince later sees both competitors rolling away from each other.

Brunswick: A close shave, Endura with a desperate poke at Knight!

Smith: No DQ, all things legal, Vince went right to the armory beneath the ring there and capitalized with an amazing Backbreaker!

Brunswick: Brutal and ruthless seems more fitting a description...


Holding her back, Endura looks strained as she straightens her posture out and gives her head a shake to clear the cobwebs. When Vince shoots in for another tackle, Endura reads it, and is ready with a quick front kick.

There's a snap of boot meeting cheek and Vince whirls about, face in hands. Endura catches him in the back of the head with a swift Roundkick, tumbling him across the barricade, causing the front row to retreat back in their seating.

Grabbing the warped remains of the chair, she strikes Vince across the shoulders with it, drawing an ooh from the crowd. Propping the chair against Vince's back, Endura makes her way to the apron, ascends at the turnbuckle post...then takes several leading steps before leaping from the apron.

Smith: Oh SHIT!

The Spinning Heel Kick off the apron makes collision with the chair, creating a symbol crash and drawing a howl of agony from Vince Knight. Endura herself isn't left unscathed. She grips her ankle and riles as she rolls away from the devastation.

Smith: For FUCK's SAKES! We're barely three minutes in!

Brunswick: Vince Knight, meet Rem's understudy, Enbdura, schooled in Japanese FMW style HARDCORE!!!


The crowd recognizes this and a small chant kicks up from one wing of the arena.

REM! REM! REM! REM! REM!

TBC: Vince Knight
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Both competitors are in bad shape as Knight is writhing in pain and massaging his back in a futile attempt to ease some of the pain while Endura is finding trouble rising to her feet. Shakily, she stands on one leg and takes a moment to rest on the apron. Seeing that Knight has yet to recover, she raises the back of her hand up to her face, points her nose in the air, and titters. The crowd, realizing what was coming up, cheers and titters with her in anticipation.

Brunswick: Oh, we know what's coming up next! Endura is setting up for the ASStounder!

Smith: This move nearly killed Knight last time they fought and it looks like that's exactly what Endura wants!


Endura ,despite having a bad leg, runs at an unsuspecting Knight looking for the ASStounder. But he whirls around and catches her before planting her with sit down power bomb! The sickening sound of flesh meeting the outside echoes through the arena as Knight keeps Endura's shoulder down for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO

THR-NO!


The look on Vincent's face could only be described as pure shock as Endura finds the strength to kick out. Frustration seems to take hold of Knight as he starts pounding the floor and cursing under his breath.

Brunswick: How did Endura kick out?! Despite having back issues going into this match, Endura proves once again why she is one of the toughest competitors by kicking out of that thunderous powerbomb!

Smith: She also proved she is one of the dumbest competitors out there. If she had stayed down, then this match would end and she would live to fight another day. I mean what's more important: one match or a career full of matches?


Taking a moment to breathe, Knight gets to his feet and glares out at the crowd before slowly rolling into the ring, leaving a almost motionless Endura on the outside. He rises to a knee and takes another moment to breathe before limping to the middle of the ring where he is met with a large amount of boos and a small chorus of cheers.

Smith: Um, I think you forgot to bring someone with you, Knight...

Brunswick: I have no idea what Knight is gonna do but whatever it is, it can't be good for Endura.

Smith: Way to go, Captain Obvious. Of course it's not gonna be good for Endura! They're in a match against each other!


Knight then reaches up and slowly unzips his hoodie before taking it off and dropping it in a heap next to him, revealing his trademark sleeveless shirt. Spotting Endura slowly making it to a knee, Knight points a finger gun at her before sprinting at the ropes behind him, bouncing off them and towards the opposite ropes which HE DIVES IN BETWEEN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Knight is like a human missile as he soars for a brief moment before colliding into a now standing Endura, causing the both of them to crumple to the floor as the crowd rewards Vincent's daring do with a mixed reaction.

Brunswick: Knight takes flight! But it looks like it hurt him as much as it hurt Endura!

Smith: These two literally don't care if they kill themselves tonight! They're just as crazy as each other!


Knight, still feeling the side effects of that dive, crawls over to Endura and places an arm on top of her for a cover and the ref scrambles into position to make the call.

ONE!

TWO

THR-NO!


The crowd pops big as Endura once again shows her resilience by rolling her shoulder up. Knight sits up and runs his hands over his buzz cut in frustration. Nothing he has done so far has put her down for good. Getting onto his knees, he crawls to where Endura lays but instead of going for a cover again, he kneels next to her. He takes a moment to glare into her dazed eyes before his mouth turns into a cruel smirk. He grabs her by the hair with his left hand and he just starts raining down rights on her forehead over and over again.

Brunswick: Endura has kicked out again and Knight is punishing her for it in a disturbing fashion.

Smith: I told you! This could have ended much sooner with a lot less pain but Endura had to be a blonde about it.

Brunswick: Really, Doug? A blonde joke?


After what seems like an eternity, Knight stops and rises to his feet once more. He reaches down and grabs the now limp Endura by her hair with both hands and pulls her dead weight up and rolls her into the ring. But instead of immediately chasing after her, Vincent drops to a knee and throws up the ring skirt once again, looking for tools to aid him. He proves to be successful as he slowly pulls out a kendo stick from underneath the ring to the disapproval of the majority of the audience and the approval of the minority.

Brunswick: Oh come on! Is this necessary?

Smith: OF course it's necessary! Endura refuses to stay down and Knight needs to show her her place!


Knight with the stick in hand, enters the ring and approaches a stirring Endura. Even in her groggy state, Endura sees that Knight has a kendo stick in hand and attempts to put some distance between them by crawling away. However, this proves to be futile as Knight lifts up the stick with both hands above his head and then brings it crashing down right onto her bad ankle. CRACK!

Various shots of horrified audience members are shown as Knight continues to ruthlessly bring the stick down upon her leg, each crack sounding worse than the last. Finally, Knight ceases the torture and drops the stick to the mat before grabbing Endura by the legs and dragging her to the center of the ring. He then faces away from Endura and wraps her legs painfully around one of his. Taking a moment to flip the bird to the crowd, Knight surprises them with a show of flexibility by bridging backwards and then locking his arms around Endura's neck, successfully putting her in the Knight Lock (!

Smith: That's it! It's over!

Brunsiwck: I wouldn't count Endura out yet even if things do look grim!

Smith: Come on, Josh! She has no way to escape! She's done for.


Endura flails her arms wildly around her hoping to find something that would allow her to escape as the crowd rallies behind her and Knight continues to apply more and more pressure. Endura feels her hand make contact with the kendo stick and she frantically begins to swing behind her, hearing CRACK! after CRACK! after CRACK! and feeling Knight's hold loosen with each strike before letting go completely.

Brunswick: How resourceful was that?! Endura manages to once again escape a loss at the hands of Knight!

Smith: Getting lucky isn't something to brag about, Josh.


Quickly rising to her feet, Endura continues smashing Knight with the Kendo stick, causing him to cover up on the floor in a useless attempt to protect himself. It's like someone lit a fire underneath Endura as she keeps swinging and smashing at Knight who is helpless to stop this rampage. With each strike, the stick breaks a little before finally reaching it's limit and it bursts apart. Throwing the now useless stick to the floor, she spots Knight's discarded hoodie on the mat. With a glance behind her to make sure Knight was still incapacitated, she turns back to the hoodie with evil glee on her face. To the delight of Brunswick and the crowd and the disgust of Smith, she starts jumping on the hoodie and stomping on it before kicking it out of the ring to a large round of applause.

Smith: That's just disrespectful and you people are encouraging this type of behavior?!

Brunswick: Do you blame her, Doug? She had thumbtacks in her mouth because of that guy! I think she is entitled to mess with him.


Turning her attention back to Knight, she sees him out of the ring on resting on top of the ring apron, holding his sides and gasping in pain. Limping over to him with her bad leg, she reaches him when he suddenly grabs her by the head and drops her throat across the top rope while dropping to the outside. Endura falls to the mat, grabbing at her throat while Knight, with a pained smirk on his face, searches under the ring yet again for another weapon. After a moment or two, he finds what he was looking for and with an eerie smile, Knight slowly crawls to the ring with a small metal object in his hand that is hard to make out. But the object is made clear when he raises above his head for the crowd, who gasps in shock and horror.

Brunswick: ARE YOU F***KING KIDDING ME?! First, a bag of thumbtacks and now A FORK?! What the hell is next?! A chainsaw?!

Smith: I wouldn't give him any ideas, Josh! This looks really bad for Endura!


Knight turns the fork downwards in his hand like a knife and he waits for Endura, who rises to her feet and slowly turns around while massaging her throat with her hands. Knight sprints at her determined to stab her in the forehead BUT SHE DUCKS UNDER THE FORK AND NAILS HIM WITH A LOW BLOW! The crowd is now roaring like crazy as Knight sinks to his knees and drops the fork while Endura is the one standing. Quick as a cheetah and just as fierce, Endura picks up the fork and waits behind Knight as he rises to his feet.

Brunswick: THE TABLES HAVE TURNED! GET HIM, ENDURA!

Smith: THIS IS GOING TOO FAR!

Brunswick: Turnabout is fair play, Doug!


Knight slowly turns around AND GETS SMASHES IN THE FOREHEAD WITH THE FORK! Knight falls to the floor with a gash on his forehead, causing blood to drop down his face like a red waterfall! Endura roars at the crowd who roars back in approval while Knight is rolling around on the mat in agony. Not quite done, Endura marches over to Knight and with her free hand, she drags Knight up to a sitting position before digging the fork into the cut! She then slashes it across the forehead of Knight, opening his gash up even more and giving him a crimson mask. Knight rolls out the ring in a frantic retreat, screaming out in pain while doing so as Endura stays in the ring where she is met with the crowd's thundering approval. The ball is in Endura's court now.

TBC: Endura

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First blood had been drawn. And surprisingly, it's at Endura's hands! The blond stands stock still in the ring, drips of scarlet falling from the fork as she watches Vince gnash and curse outside the ring. She drops the fork, rolls her shoulders, pops her neck and nears the apron. Vince is supporting himself on the barricade with one hand, bent over, his other hand to his face. In route, Endura holds the back of her hand up to her face and titters, the crowd echoing with her again.

Smith: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! She's not...!?!

Brunswick: OH!!!


Endura vaults the apron ropes at a full tilt sprint, barely making the distance for her leg to hook Vince's head, bringing her and him straight to the outside matting with an ASStounder! The crowd gasps with shock and fright, the landing not pretty for either performer. Still, beside themselves with over the top excitement, a chant kicks up and abounds throughout the arena.

THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!! THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!!!

Deafening, but hard earned, both competitors are out as the official shakes a head at the whole thing in disbelief. Blood already, but what next? Concussions, or cracked ribs? The official looks at the production booth but gets nothing but continue signals from them. Sighing, the official raises both hands into the air, a single finger up on each hand.

ONE!

Not a stir. Both competitors are cold as the crowd echoes the ref. The ref brings up both hands again, two fingers on each this time. The crowd counting along.

TWO!

Smith: Roughly ten seconds wasted just with the official regarding the timekeeper, I think it's obvious to most that this is already over. Endura had to go and ruin a great match and opportunity with an overkill stunt! They both likely need medical attention!

Brunswick: I wouldn't count either of them out yet, Doug! These two have an insane kick, and a resiliency to them to see a bad turn like this through.


The ref raises both hands and three fingers on each hand.

THREE!

A twitch, ever so slight. Endura is starting to come back to life, sort of. If she was a fire before, she's just embers now. Ember's and smoke wisps. The ref blinks, unbelieving to see that much, but doesn't halt the count. Both hands go up, four fingers raised.

FOUR!

Vince stirs, and Endura starts to listlessly move her head and right arm. The crowd cheers for both of them, realizing that this match might continue after all. The ref raises the right hand only this time, all fingers raised and spread.

FIVE!

Brunswick: Oh my God! they actually are moving...I was just being contrary earlier to Doug, folks, I didn't think they would recover!

Smith: Dickhead.


SIX!

Endura sits up, a dazed, vacant look in her blue eyes as she sways where she sits. Vince is propping himself up on one arm, face a red mask, and turns onto his side. Both look worse for wear now, but they are both still trying to keep going regardless. The ref raises both hands, five on one, two on the other.

SEVEN!

Pushing up off the ground, Vince gets his legs beneath him as Endura makes one knee. The ref raises eight fingers high.

EIGHT!

They stall, heaving, sweating, and tired beyond belief. They lock eyes, and a knowing look passes between them as the ref raises both hands, five up on one, all but one up on the other. the crowd sounds anxious as they count...

NINE!

Smith: They're not gonna make it!!!

The ref starts to raise both arms, all fingers splayed. This is it. It's all over, so it seems...until both wrestlers shoot up on their feet with desperate cries, stopping the the ref and crowd before they can count TEN.

Smith: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

The arena lets loose with appreciation as Endura and Vince both teeter and fall backwards. Vince crashing against the barricade, and Endura crashing against the apron. They're panting, exhaustion prevalent in their postures. Barely ten minutes in now and they both have struck brutal blows on one another. The cost very apparent.

And yet, Endura coasts into a jog from the apron and hammers dizzy Cross Punches home, pummeling Vince down on his ass. Then, she swerves about on uneasy legs, regarding the ring apron. She goes to the apron, throwing back the skirt and disappearing under the ring completely.

Brunswick: Such a close call moments ago, and now it has marched on from there, Endura leveling Vince once more before going under the ring for God knows what!

Smith: After what she pulled moments ago, Brunny, nothing is beyond the Complete and Total Bitch!


When Endura reappears, it's with a large, white knapsack with a drawstring. She casts it aside and starts working at the matting, the act of peeling it up. It's a slow process to watch, Endura looking half dead as she finally tosses it back to expose the floor. then she picks up the knapsack, undoes the drawstring, and spills half the contents.

The sparkly sheen of brass, like gold, and to the crowd it is a gold of sorts. The howls are intense as a blood thirsty crowd craves the inevitable. Flesh will be pierced again, and very, very soon.

Turning about, Endura is scooped right up by Vince, who, quickly slams her down on the thumb tacks and exposed floor to a major, candor filled pop. Endura airlessly screams. Mouth wide, eyes wide, her verbal expression a rattle. Her body shivers uncontrollably, convulses and shudders as countless flickers of metal show from her back, shoulders, arms, neck, rear, and legs. The ref begins to motion for a stop to the match, but is interrupted by Vince Knight dragging him out of the ring by his leg.

Vince proceeds to batter the shit out of the ref in a prodigious, incoherent flurry of furious blows against the apron, leaving the official bloody and unconscious as the crowd heats like crazy. Vince turns his attention back to Endura, looming over her and dragging her up by her hair. The commentary seems speechless now, outside of scatalogical and religious exclamations as Vince gets a limp Endura mid way to her feet. Then Endura pulls a Haruna Urashima, reaching up and grabbing Vince around the back of his head with both hands.

She sandbags Vince's jaw into the top of her head, her ass going into the tacks once more.

wobbling back, and holding his jaw, Vince is on unsure feet, giving Endura enough breathing room to suffer without further assault. She whimpers out a cry, and then forces herself to stand up. When Vince staggers back at her, she turns and throws herself into a Back Elbow. Vince staggers backwards, then right back at Endura, who, hooks his head and arm, going for a Snap Suplex. Countering with a knee to the kidney, Vince reverses the Suplex attempt, buries an underdog punch that folds Endura at the waist, then Gutwrenches her high above the tacks and exposed flooring. He starts to bring her down for the Powerbomb, and Endura hooks his head on the way. The crowd stands on impact, roaring, shrieking, flashing camera bulbs and otherwise losing their collective shit.

It was a Powerbomb to Endura, yes, but it was also a DDT for Vince Knight. Both again deathly still, but with no ref to count. EMTs in the production booth hop the barricade with gurneys, the producer and bell keep shouting on their headsets. Commentary comes back to life with numb tones.

Brunswick (shaken): I-I...oh my...sweet fuck. I-I don't know what to tell you folks...

Smith (clearly queasy): The cracking sound on that...I-I'm, I'm done, please ring the Goddamn bell...


The sound of the bell doesn't come. It is the eerie silence of the crowd that seems to take up the moment now as the EMT cart off both Endura and Vince Knight, taking them along the side of the tron ramp and into the back.

The producer and timekeeper are shown briefly on camera, seemingly waiting for orders from the back before Brunswick and Smith appear in a perfectly framed two-shot. They look pale, Smith a little green even.

Brunswick: It looks like the clock is still running...I'm sorry folks, you may have just witnessed the end of two careers...

Smith: And all it took was thirteen and a half minutes...you know...I enjoy a bit of blood once and awhile, but this, this went too far...

Brunswick: I have to agree with you, Doug. This exploration into explicit, uninhibited brutality shouldn't have been encouraged...I'm certain Nahiro Koga is regretting the decision to put these two togeth-


Brunswick never finishes his statement as the crowd comes to life again and the camera shot snaps to the tron, Endura and Vince rolling through the curtain in a burst of wild and floppy punches.

They were still alive. Still standing, and...

...still fighting!

They roll down the ramp, brawling like the Boy Named Sue and his father. A proverbial, the mud, the blood and the beer affair that ends with them in spread eagle sprawls next to each other at the end of the ramp. Endura is dotted with tacks all over, Vince still bleeding from his forehead, covered in his own blood.

Smith: Unbefuckinglievable!

Brunswick: This is regoddamndiculous! They're still trying to kill one another!

Smith: Here comes the EMTs!


Descending upon the two competitors locked in what seems to now be mortal combat, the three medical professionals drag Endura and Vince apart. Vince elbows one of his two in the face, causing the EMT to collapse in a heap holding his nose. Vince Clotheslines the other to the tron steel, laying him out cold. Endura's EMT leaves her and goes to engage Vince from behind, but goes right to the floor when Endura clocks him with a Blondy Blast to the back of his head.

Smith: They're attacking the EMTs!!!

Running down the tron is three more EMTs, two members of yellow shirted security staff, and two back up refs. Weary, and exhausted, Vince and Endura regard each other and then the oncoming gauntlet, then back to each other again.

Mutual shrugs.

Mutual grins.

They charge up the ramp, taking out all comers with a barrage of Super Kicks and Superman Punches, laying out seven bodies in short order. The crowd is beyond incredulous now. They chant. The chants quartering into what seems to be the first things on their minds.

They war them back and forth.

FIRED! FIRED! FIRED! FIRED! FIRED!

WHAT-THE-FUCK!?! WHAT-THE-FUCK!?! WHAT-THE-FUCK!?! WHAT-THE-FUCK!?! WHAT-THE-FUCK!?! WHAT-THE-FUCK!?!

BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!

JUMPED-THE-SHARK!! JUMPED-THE-SHARK!! JUMPED-THE-SHARK!! JUMPED-THE-SHARK!! JUMPED-THE-SHARK!! JUMPED-THE-SHARK!!


Looking at each other again, smiling, the two shake hands, with Vince promptly short arming the handshake into a Lariat on the ramp.

TBC: Vince Knight
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Boos are immediately thrown at Knight as he cackles to himself at the sight of Endura at his feet. He sticks his tongue out before heading to the ring apron. When he reaches the apron, he yet again throws back the ring skirt and searches for something, arrogantly letting Endura recover on the ramp. Amidst the burning heat made by Endura's fans, the minority start a chant that show their support for the Knightmare.

KNIGHT'S GONNA KILL YOU! KNIGHT'S GONNA KILL YOU! KNIGHT'S GONNA KILL YOU!

Knight finds what he is looking for and begins to pull out a wooden table, popping the crowd momentarily before they return to being faithful towards their favorite in this match. Knight preps the table in front of the apron and looks back at Endura who is on her knees at this point.

Brunswick: These two have literally used an armory's worth of weapons and they still aren't done yet!

Smith: But I doubt they can keep it up much longer, Josh. They've been through Hell and back and then returned to Hell! I doubt they have much left in the tank.


Knight marches over with a purpose towards the still dazed Endura. He then grabs her by the hair and drags the battered blonde over to the table. He pulls her up to face his bloody, messy, battered face before putting her in between his legs for a power bomb.

Smith: Knight wants to break both the table and Endura in half!

Brunswick: And Endura is helpless to stop him!


Knight wraps his arms over Endura's waist and lifts her up, looking to plant her through the table. But she shows life by raining down desperate blows at Knight's forehead, halting him for the moment. But a moment is all it take,s as Endura slips off his shoulders and on her feet, stumbling a little but staying standing. With lightening speed reaction, she NAILS HIM WITH A BLONDIE BLAST! Knight drops like a sack of bricks and Endura collapses on top of him and then hooks his leg.

Brunswcik: Endura has pulled a rabiit out of the hat! This could be it!

Smith: It looks like Endura is going to end this grueling contest!...BUT WAIT! There is no referee to make the call!


Endura, realizing this, looks around for a ref to make the call but they've all been taken out by the unholy alliance of Endura and Knight and no official has come out to bring order to this chaotic war. Meanhile, the crowd starts their own count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


At the count of six, a referee rushes from behind the curtains and down the ramp before laying down and making the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOO!!!


Knight ,recovering when there was no ref, was barely able to put his shoulder up as the crowd pops for this kick out. Endura falls off Knight and lays on her back with her face in her hands, wondering what the hell she could do to put this psycho down for good.

Smith: I'm convinced that Knight isn't human!

Brunswick: I'm inclined to believe you, Doug.


Endura slowly rises to her feet, the match obviously taking a tremendous toll on her, and makes her way to the ring apron and throwing back the ring skirt once more, looking to introduce another weapon. She succeeds by pulling out another steel chair. She turns around and sees Knight crawling around a ring post and rolls into the ring. She chases after him with the steel chair firmly in both her hands. Sliding into the ring, she approaches him, hoping to make a dent in both the chair and his face when OUT OF NOWHERE, HE LANDS A LIGHTS OUT SUPERKICK INTO THE CHAIR INTO THE FACE OF ENDURA! The crowd pops in surprise as Knight falls face first next to her and places his arm on top of her, covering her. The ref slides into the ring and begins to slap the mat and count.

Brunswick: Endura put up a good fight but this looks to be it.

Smith: Count to a thousand, she is out...


ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOOOO!


If the crowd was loud when Knight kicked out, then it was deafening when Endura kicked out of that steel chair assisted superkick. Knight, Brunswick, Smith, the ref and everyone watching this match was put into shock as Endura lifted her shoulder up again after being put through hell. Knight grips his head, gritting his teeth and falls on his back, wondering what in the hell could keep Endura down.

Smith: ...How?...Just how in the hell did she kick out?

Brunswick: ...I have no idea, Doug...


Knight, to his credit, recovers quickly and and places the bent and discarded chair on top of Endura with the crowd buzzing in the background, excited and yet disturbed on what could be coming next. With a pained smile, he limps to the corner, steps through the ropes and onto the rope and then he climbs onto the top rope.

Brunswick: Oh my god, get him down from there! This isn't about winning anymore! It's about ending her career!

Smith: It never was about winning for Vince! It's about hurting people!


Knight points a finger gun at Endura once more, but he watches in shock as Endura springs up to a sitting position with the chair in her hands. Knight is helpless to stop Endura from tossing the chair right into his face! THWACK!

Brunswick: How?! How How are these two finding the will to fight after everything they've been through?!

Smith: These two are batsh*t crazy!


Knight teeters back and forth, feeling dizzy and probably concussed from that wicked chair shot by Endura. After what feels like an eternity, it proves to be just too much for Knight to balance on tope rope as he falls onto the outside right through the table he set up! The crowd roars their approval as Endura slumps back onto her back and Knight lays in the broken remains of a table.

Brunswick: Endura needs to capitalize!

Smith: But she is in just as bad shape as Knight! These two can barely get to their feet at this point!


TBC: Endura

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The crowd keeps the match alive with their roaring approval as the two combatants slowly but surely recover. Out of the two, Endura seems to be recovering faster than Knight and she manages to pull herself on to all fours in the center of the ring. Taking a brief moment to catch her breath, she slowly crawls to the side of the ring opposite of Knight and rolls underneath the bottom rope. Managing to land on her shaky legs, she once again looks underneath the ring for a weapon to punish Knight with.

Brunswick: Enough is enough! Haven't they've done enough to each other yet?! What is left for these two?!

Smith: I still can't believe there is anything left! We're about to run out of items soon!


After a moment of searching, Endura finds what she is looking for as she pulls out another table to the delight of the crowd. She slowly begins to set it up in between the announcer's desk and the ring. But she isn't done yet. Heading back to the ring apron, she looks under it again and pulls out two items that sends the crowd into a blood thirsty frenzy.

Brunswcik: WHAT THE F***?!? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE TWO?

Smith: THESE TWO CRAZY MOTHERF***ERS ARE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER! THERE IS NO OTHER EXPLANATION!!!


Endura lifts both objects in separate hands high above her head, making it clear what was in her hands to everyone witnessing this war. After all, it would be difficult to mistake a gasoline can and lighter for anything else. With a sadistic smile of her own, Endura begins to pour gasoline all over the table before lighting it ablaze, causing shrieks from various members of the crowd.

Smith: Knight said that both of them were going to hell but it looks like Endura is the one initiating the trip!

Brunswick: Each time I think these two think they've run out of ideas, they prove me wrong!


With the violence-craving crowd firmly behind the ASStounding one, she slowly climbs onto the apron. However, she didn't factor in a recovered Vincent who had managed to crawl into the ring and recover. Seeing Endura on the apron and the flaming table behind her, Knight rushes forward, hoping to push Endura into the table. But he is struck by a shoulder thrust through the ropes by Endura, which halts him for a moment. But that moment passes and he runs forward, SPEARING ENDURA THROUGH THE ROPES, CAUSING BOTH COMPETITORS TO CRASH THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

Brunswick and Smith: HOLY S***! WHA THE F***?!?

The crowd shares the commentators' shock as they pick up a chant that fit this moment perfectly.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Both competitors are writhing and rolling all over floor, the broken table remains scattered around them and the sickening smell of burnt flesh filling the arena. The ref watches helplessly as the two competitors stop showing sings of life.

Brunswick: The ref has to end this match now before they get back up and try to kill each other even more!

Smith: Normally, I would say you're a party pooper, but this has gone on for far too long!


The ref shakes his head in disbelief before deciding that he had a duty to do, even if this would piss off the crowd. He is about to signal the bell to end this match when he notices something that almost makes his eyes pop out of his socket.

A slight twitch of Endura's fingers. Another twitch but this time by Knight. Then, on quaking arms and to the disbelief of everyone, the two fighters start to pull themselves up. Through sheer grit and determination, these two manage to get into kneeling positions, directly facing each other. With pain etched all over their faces and hatred in their eyes, Endura throws a right hand at Knight, catching him on the check and sending blood and sweat in every direction. Recoiling, he whips his head back towards Endura and cracks her with a right of his own.

Brunswick: These two will not stop!

Smith:How the hell can these two keep it up?! Each time they should be down and out, these two freaks get back up and go at it again!


Knight and Endura are now trading bombs while slowly making their way to their feet. Each blow is answered with one from the receiving party. They continue this for a while before Endura ducks a wild and desperate punch from Knight. Taking advantage of this, she begins to rain down various blows onto his face, forcing Vincent to backtrack. But somehow, amidst the blows, Knight manages to put his fingers on the face of Endura, and scratch down. The crowd heats on Knight heavily as he follows up the eye rake with a lariat that nearly decapitates Endura. Collapsing to his knees, he crawls to the ring apron and looks underneath it for yet another weapon.

Brunswick: What could be left for Knight to use? These two have already used almost everything we have under the ring!

Smith; Apparently not because Knight just found something! Look!


Knight pulls from underneath the apron a wooden board this time. But what makes this board unique was the fact that razor sharp barbed wires attached to it. The fans lose their shit as Knight stands up with the board in both his hands. He walks over to the guardrail where fans try to touch him but a quick snarl stops them. He leans it on the guard rail before turning his attention back to Endura who is still trying to recover from that thunderous clothesline. Yanking her to her feet by the hair and ignoring the pained yelp, he gives the fans a wicked smile before Irish whipping Endura towards the board...BUT SHE REVERSES IT AND VINCENT KNIGHT IS SENT AT THE BOARD! But he stops himself! Letting out a ragged breath of relief, he turns around AND IS PUSHED THROUGH THE BOARD BY ENUDRA!

Brusswick: Oh my god! That's three times Knight has introduced something dangerous and has paid for it!

Smith: You would think he would learn by now ...


Knight screams out in rage and pain as the wires cut through his shirt and into his back as he was sent crashing through the board! Endura drags him off the wreckage as quickly as possible and goes for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-NOOOOOOOO!


Brunswick: HOW?! JUST HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!

Smith: Each time, I tell myself that he's done for this time AND HE KICKS OUT AGAIN!


Everyone is in disbelief as Knight rolls his shoulder up a split second before the ref's hand hit the mat! Endura's face is priceless as she sits up in shock with Knight groaning in pain next to her. Frustration begins to take over as she rises to her feet and starts screaming at the ref. After a moment or two of bitching out the ref, she turns around and freezes. She sees the perfect thing to help her put Knight away for good. To the announcers' displeasure, she heads over to the announce table and starts ripping the top part off.

Brunswick: We need to get the hell out of here!

Smith: You know, I should be surprised that this is happening but I kinda knew they were gonna use our table at some point...


Satisfied with the state of the table now, she turns around and drags Knight up to his feet by his head. But he smacks her arms off him AND NAILS HER WITH A LIGHTS OUT SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE! Endura's head snaps back and she falls back first on top of the announce desk. Seeing her position, Knight smirks and the crowd roars in anticipation of what could come next. He limps over to the ring apron and climbs on top of it. Then, to the crowd's delight, he climbs onto the top of the turnbuckle with Endura in his sights.

Brunswick: Enough is enough! Just pin her already!

Smith: A win doesn't matter to him right now! He just wants to hurt people!


With a deep breath, he leaps right at Endura, with his elbow out and ready to meet it's target. And it does in a devastating matter. The table explodes underneath them as the impact of Knight's elbow into the heart of Endura is enough to drive everyone into a frenzy! Both competitors lay among the wreckage, bodies going through hell and back in this match.

Brunswick: I...I can't believe what has just transpired. Knight just showed us how vicious he is when he went for that diving elbow drop...

Smith:...This has to be it...There is no way for them to continue...Someone cover someone!


Smith gets what he wishes for as Knight slowly crawls toward Endura and drapes an arm over her, determined to end this contest once and for all. The ref drops to his stomach and makes the count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-NOOOOO!!!


The reaction to Endura's miraculous kickout can only be described as everyone finds themselves in a state of shock. Knight's on his back with his hands on his face, muttering to himself and wondering what the hell he could do to put her down for good while the crowd is cheering wildly in the background.

Brunswick: How...Just how?...Endura has managed to kick out of every single move Knight throws at her...This...is just unreal...

Smith:They can't have much left....They've done everything imaginable to each other...and the match is still going...How?


Knight , despite the throbbing pain in his back and elbow, staggers to his feet. He looks down at the limp Endura and pulls her up to a kneeling position by her hair and starts screaming at her face. But he is suddenly cut off when Endura cocks back her right hand and slaps his bloody face!

SMACK!

The look on Vincent's face turns from pained to shocked to angry in a heartbeat as the crowd cheers for Endura's act of defiance. Knight keeps his grip on her hair and pulls her up before turning her around and putting her in a reverse DDT hold. With a cutthroat gesture, he nails her with the System Shock! Endura is planted face first into the ground and Knight , worn out by everything that has transpired, drapes his arm once more on top on Endura.

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Endura may be one of the most endurable people in PRW. She's taken beatings off the best and still came through the other side of it standing, but sometimes you just can't stand no more.

With Blondie down on the canvas and the arm draped across her, the official slides in to make the count.

1.....

2.....

3!!!!

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