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M9: Platform Cage V; Undisputed Ch. of Internet Wrestling
Topic Started: Feb 23 2007, 07:56 PM (623 Views)
Heavy Metal Hero
Fuck updating things.
As the original opponents for Platform Cage V did not come to the arena, by the recommendation of Chairman Matt Caje Bloodstayne will face Art "Heavy Metal Hero" McLellan in a platform cage match for the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling. Dave Durango will be the acting referee.

The champion is already in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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"Devil's Dance" by Metallica kicks in, and the crowd immediatly responds with booing, knowing well Heavy Metal Hero's opponent, Bloodstayne. And, as expected, Bloodstayne comes striding out on to the ramp, attired in a large black trenchcoat, a black beanie, and black baggy pants.

Josh Brunswick: "Uh oh, here comes Bloodstayne! I hate this guy. Such a disrespectful human being."

Doug Smith: "How could you say that, Josh?! This guy is a great talent!"

Josh Brunswick: "I didn't say he had no talent. I said he is a disrespectful person, and I don't like him in the least."

In his hand is a microphone. He stares down the large cage disgustedly, showering under the massive boos that the crowd is delivering to him. He frowns, then brings the microphone to his lips.

Bloodstayne: "This is an outrage. This is simply, an outrage. You've got to be messin' with me, am I right? I mean, come on, be serious guys. Bucks, sir, please. Be real with me."

He shakes his head in disgust as the crowd listens.

Josh Brunswick: "What could he be talking about...?"

Doug Smith: "Shut up and listen, fool."

Bloodstayne: "It's my glorious return to the PRW ring, and I'm...I'm in this..."

He points to the platform cage that he will be competing in.

Josh Brunswick: "The platform cage match..."

Bloodstayne: "I'm in this despicable match, disgusting match, this disgrace of a match-up, and my opponent is a Goddamn 80 year-old geezer?"

The crowd erupts in negativity, Art McLellan standing in the ring, shaking his head.

Doug Smith: "Ahaha!"

Josh Brunswick: "What?! Aww, come on, what kind of sign of respect is that?"

Bloodstayne: "I mean, this is bullsh*t, I have to fight this immobile wrinkle-fest in a match that involves the possibility of shortening a career? Even ending one? Get Freddie Kroeger out of the ring boys, get me some real competition, I would crush this dewlap hippy!"

Doug Smith: "Bahahaha! Hilarious! Such a funny guy, eh Josh?"

Josh Brunswick: "That's not funny, it's not."

The crowd boos, as Bloodstayne chuckles. He looks to the ring to see Heavy Metal Hero tempting Bloodstayne to try him.

Josh Brunswick: "Uh oh, HMH wants to get it on right this minute!"

The former AWA champion becomes infuriated at this.

Bloodstayne: "What the hell is this?! What is wrong with you people?! Are you guys alright?! Look in the ring, THAT's your Undisputed Champion?! Look at the guy, he looks like one of those old guys who sit home all day playing checkers with a potato! I thought you guys had better taste than to sit in your seats and actually cheer this guy on!"

Josh Brunswick: "Such disrespect."

The crowd boos Bloodstayne, someone even throwing their beverage at him, which he responds to by glaring at the direction from whence it came.

Doug Smith: "Now THAT was disrespectful."

Bloodstayne: "Okay, that's it."

He starts yelling at nearby staff off of the stage.

Josh Brunswick: "Oh great, what now...? <_< "

Doug Smith: "Would you shut up and enjoy the show?"

Bloodstayne: "How much does this punk way, eh? What? 203 pounds? You gotta be sh*tting me! Okay, look at him. Look at him. I said look at him, you bunch of crack heads!"

Josh Brunswick: "Oh hurry up and get it over with, jerk!"

He points towards HMH, who only shrugs, still in battle position, as the crowd boos Bloodstayne yet again.

Bloodstayne: "I am certain about this. Probably over 90 percent of his body weight is from all of the flab hanging from his arms."

Doug Smith: "Ahahahaha! It's true! It's like a jungle under that t-shirt!"

The crowd erupts in boos at the smirking Bloodstayne. Bloodstayne suddenly flips them off, then makes his way down to the ring, walking briskly.

Josh Brunswick: "Finally..."

Doug Smith: "What do you mean? That was great!"

He goes into the cage after taking off his beanie and trenchcoat, and prepares himself for a confrontation with the PRW Undisputed Champion!

Josh Brunswick: "Here we go!"
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Fuck updating things.
The crowd, eager after all the delays, has begun chanting "Start The Match" as Bloodstayne enters the Platform Cage. Bloodstayne begins crawling through the ropes, there being little space between them and the grisly, skin-shredding wire-wrapped cage walls.

Stayne is all but ready to advance, but Art McLellan holds up an arm, one finger raised as if to say "hold it." Bloodstayne amusedly folds his arms, standing against the ropes with a wide smirk on his face. Bemusedly, Art McLellan returns the smile, leaving a few more lines on his face than the much-younger counterpart. He reaches into his black leather jacket, producing none other than an official PRW microphone.


"Well, since I was planning on using this anyway..."

The crowd is teetering between going berserk for a famous McLellan promo and going riotous for the further delay of the match. Meanwhile, on the terrestrial level at ringside a camera catches all the action as Art 'Heavy Metal Hero' McLellan leans back into the ropes, his hair in danger of becoming entangled in the cactus-like cage.

"As if I hadn't heard cracks on my age before kiddo, now I just get them less witty...but I digress, I do. Because you know, the measure of a man is not of his stature but of his - shall we say? - his virility, if you will. Now, sure I may be old enough to be your father, boy, but with an attitude like yours I might as well be."

Brunswick: Oh God, he burned him!

Smith: What's with you?! Not one month ago you were ready to tear a strip into that man, you hypocrite.

Brunswick: That's because he's a cheating, lying bastard. But on the other hand, he's not Bloodstayne.

Smith: Yeah, he certainly isn't talented, or athletic, or good looking!

The crowd is reeling from the scathing blow, simultaneously at Bloodstayne's own mother as well as his future as - potentially - a whipping boy for the champion. Needless to say, Bloodstayne is a touch angered at the well-placed verbal attack.

"Oh my, but that couldn't be right. Naw, I'm not your father kid, if I were you'd be about ten inches shorter, twenty percent better looking and about fifty IQ points smarter. But no, no, you have to know your place..."

"You see, I knew nobody was going to come out here in this ring tonight and face me for the strap...there's nobody brave enough nor stupid enough in the locker room. No Fear is a useless flake, he's a worthless competitor and not even worth sharing a ring with! And furthermore...I knew that Vinchenzo Savonorola would never get off his arthritic ass and step into this ring, because without his little syndicate and his force-fed weak opponents, he's nothing!"

Shots taken at two PRW franchises, veritable Gods in the fans eyes are not well-recieved. In fact, the crowd is almost ready to jump ship to Stayne's side and cheer the challenger! However, Art McLellan is inclined to continue, as per usual.

"No, not only were they too cowardly, they weren't good enough. They didn't deserve a shot at this...you see that belt up there?!"

Art McLellan gestures to the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling, hanging high above the upper platform.

"That belt is mine! It's mine and it always has been, and just last month I picked up the delivery! The Bane Chamber, that was a joke! None of those bastards, those untalented hacks ever stood a chance. Only the most talented wrestlers; not athletes, not mic-men, not professional backstage blowjob jockeys, but the best of the best of wrestlers get to compete for this belt! And I will not stand for anything...anything less."

"So you see, what I have to do is bad, it's made Art a very bad boy, but I'm gonna have to do what I was never willing. No Bloodstayne, f*ck kayfabe, f*ck the fourth wall, you know it and I know it, I hand-picked you for this match! Hell, you wouldn't be here without my word! And cracks at me are the only reward for my kind acts?! Who do you think you are?"

Art McLellan's face suddenly drops a hundred notches on the drama scale, from a look of raging fury directly to bemused calm in a blink.

"I like it. You know you're worth it, and that's good, kid. Because I'm only here in PRW for this belt, just like every other sonofabitch backstage no matter what they say! But no, ninety-nine percent of them don't have what it takes to even lay a finger on me, and you're here because you almost can. But most of all, you're here for one reason and one reason only...to show the brass at this pisshole in the snow what a real championship match ought to look like!"

The crowd is on the verge of turning violent, shaking the barricades and screaming and booing the champion. He raises the mic to his lips, but is stopped by an outburst of chanting from the crowd, reminiscent of only one month before...

"Kill the king...

Kill the king...

Kill the king..."


Smith: I can't believe it! The fans are supporting Bloodstayne!

Brunswick: As they damn well should! Bloodstayne may not have respect for his opponent, he may not even have respect for anybody but at least he has some kind of respect for this company and this title!

Art McLellan raises his mic, drowning out the crowd with the magic of audio amplification.

"Now, just think of the photo ops, too, when I'm holding my title in the ring, standing over your bloody corpse..."

The tension in the ring is thick, Bloodstayne ready as a rhino to charge in on the champion, with Art McLellan the happiest deer to ever be in the headlights. The crowd is deafening, shattering the normal decibel levels on the audio equipment. Art McLellan motions to his opponent across the ring.

"Your move, kid."

Bloodstayne almost looks torn between obliging and playing it safe, undecided whether or not to make the first move. Incidentally, carnal instinct takes over and Bloodstayne explodes across the ring! He goes for a big boot, but in one lightning quick motion Art McLellan throws the big man forward with a drop toe hold! Bloodstayne smashes head first into the cage!

Smith: My God! The cage comes into play already!

Brunswick: It's like one giant cheese grater!

McLellan turns around, immediately throwing up his hands and playing the crowd who boo with force. Art throws the mic away and goes over by the ropes of the ring, where he grabs a chair to bring into play!

Smith: Let the brutality begin!

Art McLellan stalks Bloodstayne with the chair, Bloodstayne being careful to not hurt himself on the deadly cage. He hastily turns, only to get a face full of steel chair! Bloodstayne falls over onto his back, dazed in the early goings of the match.

Smith: The thing about Art McLellan isn't that he's a good physical competitor, it isn't his presence, everything he has is in his mind. He knows when, where, how, how hard every move is hit, he's mastered every mind game, he's an in-ring genius! Everything he knows he's learned from experience, and there's a lot of experience in that fragile shell.

Brunswick: Yeah, and a lot of contempt too.

Smith: Why not? He might be the single greatest cerebral wrestler PRW has ever seen!

Brunswick: The most pompous ass as well.

McLellan grabs Bloodstayne by the hair, labouriously hauling him off the ground. Getting Bloodstayne to one knee, McLellan recieves an unexpected low blow! Going down and keeling over, Art McLellan caresses his cajones as Bloodstayne stands fully erect. In one swift movement Bloodstayne picks McLellan up for a powerbomb and runs across the ring, throwing him back-first into the cage!

Smith: My God! He's elderly Bloodstayne! Be careful!

McLellan crashes to the mat, some long gray strands of hair entangled in the barbed mesh. His jacket protected him from a lot of damage, but his back is smarting. Bloodstayne wastes no time picking McLellan up again and landing huge knees to the face, but Art breaks away and drills Bloodstayne with a well-placed back elbow! He springboards off the ropes and goes for a cross body, but he's caught by the behemoth Bloodstayne! Stayne throws him nearly all the way across the ring with a thundering fallaway slam!

Brunswick: He's manhandling the champion!

McLellan forces himself to stumble off the canvas, as Bloodstayne gets up off his back and turns towards the champion. Art McLellan stands on one knee, his back already in agony. Bloodstayne strolls over to the champion, but Art McLellan makes an unexpected move! He palms the ground at his side and happens upon the chair, spearing Bloodstayne in the ribs! He drops it and hits a DDT on the challenger, head meeting steel! Both men are already down and out!
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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1x PRW Tag Team Champion

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The two men slowly make their way to their feet, with HMH being the first to get up. HMH goes after Bloodstayne, who is on his knees, and HMH starts laying in elbows to the back of Bloodstayne. He then takes advantage, bringing Bloodstayne to his feet, and pulling him into a corner by his long hair.

Smith: "Aw yeah, here we go!"

Brunswick: "They're getting closer and closer to the barbed wire!"

HMH pulls him to the corner, and begins to mercilessly throw Bloodstayne's face into the turnbuckle.

Once...twice...thrice!

Smith: "Ouch, that gotta hurt!"

After the third bouncing of Bloodstayne's head, HMH unties the turnbuckle, leaving it bare, ready to tear apart and pinch flesh alike. He goes for a fourth...but Bloodstayne lifts his boot to the second turnbuckle, stopping himself from hitting the bare corner! HMH, seeing this coming, lifts an elbow high into the air, but just as he is about to bring it down on to the head of Bloodstayne, Bloodstayne unexpectedly brings an elbow of his own backwords, driving it into the stomach of the Undisputed Champion!

Brunswick: "The challenger, Bloodstayne, just barely saved himself that time!"

Smith: "Yeah, that was close."

HMH holds on to his stomach in pain, trying to catch his breath, giving Bloodstayne the time to grasp a handful of HMH's hair, and toss him face first into the cage, and unforgiving barbed wire! The crowd explodes as HMH puts his hands over his face and falls to the mat, squirming.

Brunswick: "Oh my God! Already, HMH into the barbed wire-clad cage!"

Smith: "This just keeps getting better and better!"

Bloodstayne grins, then after raising his arm in the air to the appealling of the crowd, sees that HMH is on all fours, and takes advantage of the situation. He bounces off of the ropes, and hits a dropkick to the rib cage of the falled Champion, who has a gash on his forehead now, that is bleeding over his face.

Smith: "Oh God, look at the wound!"

Brunswick: "The Champion has been busted open! This doesn't look good at all for Art McLellan!"

He is shocked by the dropkick, and sent rolling to the other side of the ring. Bloodstayne, especially liking the current situation, taunts again, then goes after HMH.

Brunswick: "Bloodstayne in control..."

He lifts the champion to his feet, but is caught off guard, as he is raked in the eyes, then is quickly low blowed! Bloodstayne clutches his crotch, a look of surprise and excrutiating pain coming across his face as he falls against the ropes sideways, keeping on his feet.

Brunswick: "And a low blow from our champion!"

Smith: "What a champion!"

HMH gets to his feet as quickly as possible, then sprints as he sees Bloodstayne groggy against the ropes at the side of the ring. He runs, and hits a running dropkick into the side of Bloodstayne before falling to the mat, sending the challenger's entire shoulder and arm, as well as the side of his head, into the cage and brutal barbed wire! The crowd jumps again as Bloodstayne hits the mat hard, clutching his shoulder as he decorates the canvas with blood.

Smith: "Oh hohohoho OUCH!"

Brunswick: "Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd! Bloodstayne has just been cut open by the steel and barbed wire from a tough dropkick!"

Smith: "What a match!"
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Heavy Metal Hero
Fuck updating things.
McLellan is in a groove as the match continues, the effects of the barbed wire beginning to show as both men have several gushing albeit minor wounds. Art turns around and concerns himself with the multitude of weapons strewn around the ring. He walks across to another corner and grabs a table, beginning to set it up. Meanwhile, Bloodstayne is dislodging himself from the ropes.

Smith: Hero is setting up a table!

Bloodstayne begins to stand up, prompting McLellan's attention. He stomps across the ring and drills Bloodstayne with a stiff shot to the temple, followed by another and even another! The seven foot monster comes back with a huge knife edge chop to the chest of the champion, setting the crowd on edge! Another blistering chop strikes Art McLellan's chest, and he responds with a knee lift to Bloodstayne!

Brunswick: This is a straight-out back alley brawl!

Smith: And the whole thing is wrapped in barbed wire cage!

Bloodstayne shrugs the attack off and hits a wicked elbow that rearranges Art McLellan's face! The champ goes down and Bloodstayne takes advantage. He grabs McLellan's arm and drags him over by the table. With one kick, the now-kneeling McLellan goes back down, clutching his ribs.

Brunswick: The only thing more brutal in this match than the match itself is the competition!

The crowd is oohing from the blow, and cheers as Bloodstayne sets the table up fully. Bloodstayne grabs the champion by the hair and picks him up almost straight to his feet! Before anyone could see, Heavy Metal Hero has Bloodstayne's arm twisted around in a standing armbar! He makes one more rotation, sending the challenger into a world of pain before landing a huge elbow to the tightly woven arm!

McLellan hits the elbow once more and gives the arm a mighty wrench. Bloodstayne doubles over, only to be pulled back up again for another arm wrench. McLellan switches sides and turns into Bloodstayne, throwing the thoroughly dismantled appendage over his shoulder! With all his geriatric strength, Art McLellan explodes with a stiff suplex that sends Bloodstayne crashing through the table!


Smith: How does he do that with that little body?!

Brunswick: Well, Stayne's big body did all the table breaking!

Hero stands up slowly, trying desperately to hold himself together as he kicks away some fragments of table. His eyes are scanning the ring area, looking for anything to press his advantage and take over the match. Then, a sight of aluminum magnificence lights up his eyes and he steadfastly hurries toward it.

Smith: Oh no, McLellan's got a look at one of the ladders!

Art McLellan indeed makes a beeline for the ladder and unceremoniously pulls it through the ropes. He turns to Bloodstayne, who has turned over and is beginning to rise from the table. With joust-like intensity, McLellan spear Bloodstayne in the back of the head with the end of the ladder, slamming him face first into the canvas!

Brunswick: My God! That's vicious!

Smith: It's no secret that ladders are by far McLellan's preferred implement of cudgeling.

McLellan turns the ladder over, revealing the bluntest side of it. With a swift jab, the ladder bounces off the back of Bloodstayne's knee! One more shot to the small of the back leaves Bloodstayne writhing. McLellan grabs Stayne's hair and pulls him up to his feet. With an unceremonious shove, he pushes Bloodstayne gingerly towards the cheese-grater wall of the cage. He rears back as the crowd looks on in shock and horror...

Brunswick: By God McLellan, don't do it! Don't!

Art McLellan rears back and slams the edge of the ladder into the back of Bloodstayne's head, driving him face first into the barbed wire cage! Bloodstayne screams, a few open wounds now visible on his head. McLellan tosses the ladder behind him as the crowd boos in disgust.

Smith: What a brutal move!

Brunswick: By God, if you have children in the room please send them out now! This is too graphic for any eyes!

McLellan basks in the hate emanatng from every corner of the arena, smiling like a sociopathic madman on a rampage. He turns to Bloodstayne, who looks as if he may very well be flesh-affixed to the unforgiving cage. McLellan grabs the back of Bloodstayne's head, but with animal savagery Bloodstayne turns screaming and drills the champion with a vicious haymaker that sends him flying!

Smith: This is like bear bating! It's the scraggly dogs against the huge, unstoppable bear!

Bloodstayne violently tears McLellan off the mat only to throw him back into the ropes and hit a huge lariat that rocks the ring! Bloodstayne stomps with bottomless voracity that leaves the champion wheezing before he picks him up. With a sick and angry look, Bloodstayne throws Art McLellan like a rag doll into the cage, leaving the champion resting exhausted on the ropes. As Bloodstayne bears down on his opponent, the crowd is in a frenzy!

Smith: What hope does Heavy Metal Hero have?!

Brunswick: I think Bloodstayne is going for vengeance and then some!

Bloodstayne grabs McLellan by the back of the head and beats his head hard against the cage. Minor lacerations are evident, and Bloodstayne smiles despite the blood trickling down the right side of his face. With a sick look, Bloodstayne presses the champion's face against the skin-shredding steel, and the crowd is inconsolable!

Smith: He won't! He can't!

Brunswick: This is too much, even for Bloodstayne!

With one quick motion, it's over. Bloodstayne rakes the forehead of Heavy Metal Hero hard over the barbed wire, slashing his forehead with several gouges and serious-looking wounds! The head of the champion is pouring blood! Bloodstayne soaks up the cheers as he looks down at the screaming, defenseless heap on the floor of the arena, in absolute agony that no man but a wrestler would know.

Smith: He'll kill him! Bloodstayne is going to kill the man!

Brunswick: And damn well he deserves it!
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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Bloodstayne cries loudly in the ring, the crowd pumped, almost 100% behind him. He turns his attention back to the brutalized wrestler, HMH, and lifts him to his feet by the hair.

Brunswick: "This is one incredible match!"

Smith: "I've got to agree with ya there, Josh!"

Grinning maniacly, Bloodstayne shows HMH's bloodied face to the astonished crowd, who are stuck between awe and satisfaction. Bloodstayne grins, then after wiping the blood off of his own face, delivers a closed fist to the cheek of HMh, sending him crashing to the ground again with a thud.

Brunswick: "Oh!"

Smith: "HMH looks like he's dead!"

Brunswick: "Yeah, Bloodstayne was pushing him around like a ragdoll!"

Bloodstayne goes to lift him up, but the relentless Undisputed champion retaliates with several rapid punches to the abdomen of the confident challenger, sending him holding on to his stomach, stumbling backwords.

Brunswick: "Oh my! An unexpected comeback from the stronger-than-expected champion!"

Smith: "Come on HMH! Get him!"

Art McLellan suddenly leaps to his feet, bounces off of the ropes, sprinting at Bloodstayne, and he goes for a clothesline, but it is ducked. He bounces off of the other side, and goes for another clothesline. It is ducked by Bloodstayne again.

Smith: "Hit him!"

Brunswick: "Heavy Metal Hero on the offensive..."

He amazingly continues running, bounces off of the other side of the ropes, and meets Bloodstayne in the middle of the ring, this time ducking the massive arm of Bloodstayne. This time, instead of going for a straight bounce off of the ropes, he jumps to the middle rope, ricochets off, turning in mid air, about to attempt a springboard crossbody on Bloodstayne!

Smith: "Uh oh!"

Brunswick: "A springboard crossbody!"

However, unfortunately for the champion, Bloodstayne turned early, and saw it coming! Bloodstayne quickly takes off, and nails a massive big boot to the airbourne Heavy Metal Hero, sending HMH to the ground after a sideways backflip from the impact!

Smith: "Holy crap!"

Brunswick: "My God! The big boot! HMH's already brutalized body is sent flying to the ground from the massive boot of Bloodstayne!"

HMH falls in a crumpled up heap of pain as the crowd is exstatic, and Bloodstayne drops down to his knees.

Brunswick: "I can't even come to imagine the massive amounts of pain these two must be experiencing right now!"

Smith: "This is incredible! The crowd is freaking out! What a spectacle!"

The crowd starts chanting "PRW" as Bloodstayne gets back to his feet, and sets a ladder up straight. He raises his arms in the air, flexing, appealing to the crowd, then he slowly begins to climb the ladder, the blood dripping from his face.

Brunswick: "He's going for the gold!"

Smith: "HMH! Get up!"

OOC: No ref needed, me and HMH got this for awhile yet.
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McLellan is twitching in sheer agony as he cradles his bleeding coutenance. He desperately tries to crawl to the ropes, fighting his way over and finally grabbing hold. Meanwhile, Bloodstayne is ascending the ladder with relative quickness.

Brunswick: The champion looks down and out. I think Bloodstayne has it in the bag!

Heavy Metal Hero pulls himself to his feet as Bloodstayne closes in on the top of the cage and the platform. McLellan looks around, bodily fluids significantly clouding his vision as the blood absorbs the sweat and pours down his face. He makes a grab between the ropes, and pulls out a second ladder!

Smith: He always has a way out!

Hastily, the champion begins setting up the ladder on the opposite side of the platform as Bloodstayne pulls himself up onto the platform itself. The champion hurriedly climbs, adrenaline rushing as a legitimate worry of losing the title becomes apparent.

Meanwhile, Bloodstayne hovers in the middle of the platform, deliberating with himself as to how he'll get the title. He jumps once, twice, but the belt proves to be just out of reach! Meanwhile, the spry old man Art McLellan is ascending the ladder and picking up speed!

Bloodstayne settles on his plan of attack and confidently walks across the top of the platform. He stops at the very edge, almost dangerously close to falling over, before breaking into a run! Suddenly, a body darts out and arms grab the big man's leg!


Brunswick: The crafty sonofagun!

Art McLellan pulls Bloodstayne down out of the run, and he collapses face first onto the platform! McLellan pulls himself up the rest of the way, also surveying the situation overhead. He almost instantaneously registers the impossibility of the ascent to the belt that sits nearly ten feet overhead.

Smith: What is he planning to get around this?

Art McLellan walks over to Bloodstayne, who is crawling to his feet. A few well placed boots to the back of the head slow down the big man, and McLellan picks him up off the platform. A quick downward spiral knocks the man senseless even more!

Smith: He's stunning Bloodstayne to be beyond fighting back!

Brunswick: That isn't a strategy, that's his bloody job!

McLellan picks the dazed Stayne back up and pulls him to the edge by the hair. The crowd is chanting for Bloodstayne to toss McLellan off, but Heavy Metal Hero has other ideas. In one swift move, Art McLellan hits a low hiptoss that sends Bloodstayne over the edge and crashing to the ring below!

Brunswick: My God! He's gotta have a broken neck!

Art McLellan looks around, performing a full circle to look at all the crowd. He walks about the platform, deep in thought, before throwing up the devil's horns! The crowd instantly goes from sour to elated, sceaming for the flying elbow! With a walk to the edge, Art McLellan is airborne and descending! He lands in a heap on Bloodstayne, both men shattered by the impact!

Smith: He'll end his career!

Brunswick: It's gotta be all over! They're dead! They're dead!
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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Bloodstayne clutches at his chest, searching for air, or some sort of comfort, as the crowd goes nuts again, and HMH rolls on the mat, holding on to his elbow.

Brunswick: "Dear God! That's insane! That has got to hurt!"

Smith: "Yeah, don't try this at home, folks!"

The mat is stained in blood (no pun intended) and HMH has already slowly begun to make his way to his feet again. The crowd has translated from booing the champion, to cheering for the both of them.

Bloodstayne: "Both competitors are on the crowd's side now!"

Smith: "What an incredible match!"

HMH figures that it is time to go for the gold again, and he quickly begins scaling the tall ladder. Bloodstayne starts to come back to reality as he sees his target on the top of the ladder, about to get on to the platform.

Brunswick: "Bloodstayne better come back to us if he wants to win that title!"

Smith: "HMH is almost there!"

With a sudden spurt of energy, Bloodstayne, stumbling, rushes to his feet, and climbs the other ladder, which HMH had previously climbed to take down the bigger man.

Brunswick: "Bloodstayne with a sudden spurt of energy!"

Smith: "Come on HMH, he's up! Get up!"

Bloodstayne gets to the top of the ladder just in time to see Heavy Metal Hero laying on the platform, whom had apparently collapsed from exhaustion, not expecting his challenger to be up so quickly. Taking advantage of this, the challenger gets off of his ladder, and brings it over to the other side of the platform, where the other ladder is standing. He places the ladder against the cage at a diagonal angle, placing the other ladder standing under it, to keep it up straight.

Brunswick: "Oh my! What could be going through the mind of this desperate challenger right now!"

Smith: "Shut your yap and we'll find out! Jeez..."

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Bloodstayne, making an attempt to ignore the excrutiating pain of climbing the barbed wire cage, sees that HMH is getting to his feet.

Smith: "Holy crap! He's scaling the cage!"

Brunswick: "This is a true display of grit and determination!"

Bloodstayne quickly gets to the diagonal ladder, and runs up it right before it collapses to the mat, leaps off, and spears Art McLellan right off of the platform to the canvas and blood below! The crowd is jumping from their seats!

Brunswick: "HOLY CRAP! Bloodstayne just speared the champion right off of the platform to the ring down below!"

Smith: "That's insane! They won't leave this ring alive!"
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Both men are absolutely drained of any human form of energy. In a fused heap on the mat, the two men slowly douse the ring in extravagantly sized puddles of blood. Bloodstayne, with all the force he can muster, pushes himself off the mat, his hands thoroughly lacerated from the thought-to-be-impossible scaling of the cage wall.

Brunswick: Look at that testicular fortitude! Not only did he climb the barbed wire cage, not only did he spear the champion off the platform, but he's getting up!

Smith: Why don't you go suck his testicular fortitude? The champ is getting to his feet too!

Indeed, the completely winded Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling starts to crawl to the ropes, actually wheezing. Bloodstayne miraculously stands up, stumbling, but still earning the fans' adulation. Art McLellan puts his hands on the bottom rope, desperately trying to get himself some wind.

Bloodstayne surveys the damage around him, desperate to keep the momentum going. He looks around, to the now-downed ladder and even the one still standing, to the broken table and the multitude of other weapons lying in wait. He monotonously ponders, settling on a chair from the side of the ring to assault his opponent.


Brunswick: He's ready to finish off the champion!

Smith: That's what they're both after! It's dog-eat-dog in there!

Bloodstayne turns back to the champion, who has barely gotten anywhere in standing. Art McLellan is draped over the middle rope, slumped like a slug on an incline. Bloodstayne rears back, and drills the champion with a thunderous shot to the back that echoes throughout the arena! Bloodstayne pulls back and nails the champion again! A third loud crack rings out and Heavy Metal Hero collapses onto the mat!

Brunswick: He's young, but he'll snap an elder like a twig!

Bloodstayne drops the chair, picking up Art McLellan by the hair, limp in his arms. It takes much effort to support the half-concious champion, before jamming his head between Stayne's massive legs! The crowd goes almost silent as Bloodstayne picks McLellan up onto his shoulders, but explodes as he nails Art McLellan with a huge jacknife powerbomb onto the chair!

Smith: That's just uncalled for!

Brunswick: This match is uncalled for, and it's still escalating! This is complete chaos!

Bloodstayne turns towards the ladder, leaving the human wreckage of Art McLellan lying in a heap on the chair. Bloodstayne begins inching towards the ladder to get onto the platform. He stumbles, and falls on the ladder, leaning into it as he recovers from the adrenaline episode.

Art McLellan rolls over onto his side, dazed and confused. Bloodstayne begins climbing the ladder, agonizingly slow as he tries to recover from all the toil of the match. The champion begins crawling to his feet, getting his wind back even after the devastating powerbomb!


Smith: You talk about testicular fortitude, that's it right there! Other men would be in hospital beds right now!

McLellan begins to stand up as Bloodstayne slowly scales the ladder! The crowd is chanting anything and everything, completely illegible and lost in the reverberations of the arena. McLellan stumbles to the side of the cage and grabs a sledgehammer from the ring apron as the crowd simultaneously pops!

Brunswick: That's gotta be a fifty pound sledge!

McLellan half-drags himself and the hammer across the ring as Bloodstayne nears the top of the ladder. The crowd smells what the champ is cooking, and with a huge full-body rotation Art McLellan wildly swings at the supports on the ladder! One more shot and he cracks one aluminum leg as the ladder begins to tip!

Smith: He's a genius!

Brunswick: Get outta there, Stayne!

One more wild swing takes out the support bridge on the ladder, and the entire thing snaps! Bloodstayne tries to jump off in time, but he goes crashing downward to the ground! Bloodstayne collides awkwardly with the second ladder, landing hard on his back! McLellan looks on with a sick, sadistic look on his face!

Smith: Heavy Metal Hero has to take advantage of this situation!

Brunswick: What we need is to stop this match! These two are gonna kill one another!

McLellan stumbles over to the writhing Bloodstayne, grabbing him by the hair. He hits a stiff forearm to the big man's back, leaving him yelping! A flurry of forearms falls onto Bloodstayne, still attacking his potentially injured back!

McLellan grabs Bloodstayne and drags him over to the cage wall. He slams Bloodstayne's head into the wall once, twice, three times and again and again and again! The gashes begin forming as Art McLellan slides Bloodstayne's exposed flesh over the barbed steel cage, giving the same fleshy threads as those on his own forehead!


Smith: And karma comes back to bite the big man in the ass!

Art McLellan scrapes Bloodstayne's face across the steel again! With a malicious grin, the champion turns around and drags Bloodstayne over to the remaining ladder laying on the ground! McLellan forcefully whips Bloodstayne around, into the ropes opposite the ladder, and nails the challenger with a back body drop! Bloodstayne crashes and burns on the ladder, writhing in agony as his back takes more abuse!

Brunswick: This is sick! Bloodstayne could have a career ending injury! This is sick! Sick!

Art McLellan stumbles over to the ropes, grabbing a table and dragging it into the ring. He begins setting it up, dripping blood onto the table as he pulls the legs into place.

Brunswick: By God, will this hell ever end?!
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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McLellan gets the table set up, while miraculously Bloodstayne begins to stand behind him! Bloodstayne is wobbling as Art McLellan picks up a nearby chair. Bloodstayne runs forward with a big boot, but McLellan ducks! With a quick turn, Art McLellan plants Bloodstayne with a huge chair shot to the small of the back that looks to knock him senseless!

Brunswick: Give it up! Let the man suffer already and take the damn belt!

Smith: I don't think either of them will oblige to that offer!

As blood quite literally pours down both men's coutenance, McLellan pulls Bloodstayne fully erect! He forcibly rolls the big man onto the table, standing up himself. The rickety pressboard table creaks under the five hundred plus pounds of weight as McLellan throws up the devil's horns! He pulls the big man's arm over his neck and both crash through the table as Art McLellan hits a massive Megadeth Plex (finisher)!

Smith: Megadeth Plex! Megadeth Plex! It's all over!

McLellan rolls out from under Bloodstayne, brushing off the rubble. He stumbles up slowly, and makes a beeline for the ladder! Art McLellan desperately begins to climb, perhaps the fastest so far in the match, and reaches the top, panting. The crowd pops with incredible fervour, and Heavy Metal Hero looks down to see Bloodstayne roll over onto his back!

Brunswick: He's unstoppable! Nothing can keep him down!

Art McLellan looks out at the crowd, turning his hips on the ladder to get a full view. The bloodstream is coating his entire shredded, sweaty face, pouring underneath his jacket and soaking his white undershirt in crimson red. Bloodstayne is in no better shape, peering up at the ceiling. With an agonized look, Art "Heavy Metal Hero" McLellan throws up the devil's horns symbol again!

Brunswick: What is he doing?!

Smith: He'll never get the belt in time! He's going for the elbow drop off the ladder!

Art McLellan jumps off the ladder, careening toward the ground! What happens next is a shock to everyone; the champion nails Bloodstayne with a half-shooting star press with a senton landing (finisher)! A small handful of people in the crowd, most of which are brandishing Misfits T-shirts and zippo lighters, go absolutely ballistic while most simply enjoy the high-flying antics!

Brunswick: Shades of Candle Jack! It's the Martyr-Doom in PRW!

Smith: Candle whozit?

Brunswick: You don't know your own champion. Candle Jack was probably the biggest no-name indie wrestler of the last decade and he was Heavy Metal Hero's greatest rival! And now he's gone and adapted the man's signature move!

Smith: Well, it's certainly impressive.

Art McLellan sits up, more on physical relfex than intuition. Both men are dead of the eyes, completely blank purposeful gazes, thoroughly zombified. Art McLellan begins struggling to his feet, lucky to survive a fall of such a magnitude. Stumbling, the man gets to his feet.

Smith: He's up! This could put everything away! He needs to get that belt before Bloodstayne can move to stop him!

Art McLellan walks toward the ladder, a stroke of genius prompting him to grab the chair off the ground from earlier. He begins climbing the ladder one-handed, having some trouble. Bloodstayne sits up! The crowd goes absolutely insane as Art McLellan goes up the ladder even faster!

Brunswick: We're off to the races!

Art McLellan gets onto the platform, but Bloodstayne is up! He goes on with a head of steam, going straight for the ladder! McLellan kicks the ladder over, but Bloodstayne catches it and starts climbing! Art McLellan sets up the chair and takes a step back as Bloodstayne ascends with blinding speed! Bloodstayne gets up, and Art McLellan springboards off the chair to grab the belt!

Smith: He's got it!

Bloodstayne takes off, sprinting full-tilt across the platform! He takes a flying leap and gets a hand on the belt in midair! The two men swing precariously over the platform, both trying to wrench the belt free! The belt comes off and the men come crashing onto the platform!

Brunswick: Dear God! No! No!

Both men crash hard on the platform, and it shatters into splinters, sending the opponents crashing to the center of the ring! In the rubble there's a dust kicked up as both men are completely motionless!

Smith: Who has the belt?! Who's the winner of the match?! Do we have a new champion?!
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life.  Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.

I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.

I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche.
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