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M12: Spite vs. A Mystery Challenger
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Topic Started: Apr 21 2007, 12:06 PM (561 Views)
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Apr 21 2007, 12:06 PM
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Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen
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This is a standard PRW Rules match.
Referee is Jim Hawkins.
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Retired Co-Founder of Professional RPG Wrestling Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling (1) PRW European Champion (1) PRW Cyanide Champion (3) Win-Loss-Draw: 15-7-2
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Caje
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Apr 24 2007, 05:55 PM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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*"Confined" by As I Lay Dying hits and he makes his way out onto the stage, accompanied by Tyler Owens. The song is barely audible however over the enormous boo coming from the crowd. Caje and Owens stroll down the ramp nonetheless. When they reach the ring, Caje hops up onto the apron and climbs in as Owens takes the stairs up. Caje walks to the other side of the ring and grabs his briefcase, which is already in the ring. He retrieves a microphone from it as his music stops playing.*
Caje: AND NOW, FOR SOMETHING DIFFERENT!
*The turnbuckles suddenly explode with flaming pyro as the crowd delivers a small WSX chant.*
Caje: You see that? We can have fun, people. You and me. But you choose not to, so now you've got to sit through a Spite match. "But Matt Caje, doesn't Spite still have three Axis Series matches left?" To answer that question, yes. He does. You see, in my limo riding, jet flying, and overall a**kickerous activities, I decided somewhere along the way that well, to be honest, I care as much about Spite as Whitney Houston does the legality of cocaine. So the series will end next month instead, at Bitchslap, where even if he wins, he won't stand a chance against whoever he picks. Do you people honestly think he scares us? I've had farts more terrifying than him. "Oh, I'm Spite, I'm going to kill you." Give me a break. When has Spite ever killed anyone who actually meant anything to anyone? Yeah, sure. Brock Sawyer was in NC-17, but he was the jobber, people, the jobber. Nick Lane, Soldier, that one safety guy.. they don't matter. At all. So you know what? I'm not afraid of Spite. Russ isn't afraid of Spite. Nightmare isn't afraid of Spite. And why? Because we are without a doubt the most decorated group of people in history. We ARE PRW. Throughout the numerous image and roster changes, we've stayed constant, and we'll continue to do that. Anyway, enough chit chat. I think it's time we get this thing underway. So. first, making his way to the ring... from Intercourse, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 14 pounds soaking wet... Spit.. er... Spite!
TBC by Spite
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Spite
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Apr 25 2007, 12:38 AM
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The sin of man.
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Everything goes dark.
*Sweet Dreams by Probot hits and the lights go out, aside from red lights that glare up from under the stage, causing the grating to create a small shadowing to the very ends of the light's reaches. Suddenly, the music stops after the intro, and Spite's evil laugh is heard. An explosion fires up from the right side of the stage that creates smoke in the shape of a cross with a single scar shaped diagnal line over it, which settles a little above the tron on that side. The chorus of the music kicks in as it starts back up. Then, a circle of flames shoot up from the left side of the stage, and the camera pans in at the flames. A figure is seen ascending to the stage from under it. Spite emerges from the flames, his arms open and his face aimed at the sky as he rises. The emergence generates a huge pop. Spite walks through the flames, and stops at the edge of the stage where it meets the ramp. The middle of the flaming circle explodes with a gigantic pyro, and then it and the circle seemingly go out. Spite takes a knee and makes the III symbol of the Trinity across his chest. After a moment, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. Spite climbs up into the ring and walks to the center. He takes a knee in the middle of the ring and does the same pose he had done at the stage to another huge pop. Spite gets up and stares Matt Caje down for a moment before finding a neutral corner and awaiting his next victim.*
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Those who have felt Judgement; Marcus Falco, Sebastian Cobain, Night Creature, Drake Smashem, Anakin Anarchy, Graves, John Figuroa, Jester Jackal, Steve Evans, Assassination, Minister T.K., Matt Caje, Chris Roberts, Spicy McHaggis, Strider Dan, B-2 Bomber, Crucifix
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Caje
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Apr 26 2007, 05:12 PM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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*Caje and Spite sit in the ring, both impatiently waiting for the fifth Axis Series opponent. Caje begins tapping his foot. After a few minutes, Caje gets tired of waiting.*
Caje: Hey, where the hell are you?!
Brunswick: I think Matt Caje has run out of patience here, Doug.
Smith: Of course he has! When Caje approaches you with a contract, he expects you to at least come to work on time.
*Caje climbs out of the ring, followed by Owens. They make their way up the ramp. Caje walks behind the curtain and up a hallway to the back.*
Caje: You go that way, I'll go this way.
Owens: Got it.
*The two men separate and walk off. The camera men follow Caje, who searches almost frantically for Spite's challenger for a moment or two.*
Owens: UH, CAJE! I FOUND SOMETHING!
*Caje rushes back down the hall and down the other way, where he meets Owens, who is standing outside of a tent pitched in the middle of the hallway. In the background, the soft tone of the Brokeback Mountain theme play as movement is heard inside the tent. Caje kicks the tent, and someone inside opens the door a little. A face is seen peering out, then a whole head.*
Brunswick: It's Triple B!
B: Howdy, partner, can I help you.
Caje: I have only a few questions. One, why the hell are you here? You don't work here. Two, where in God's name is Jared Kross?
B: He's in here with me.
*Suddenly, a door opens on the other side, and a nude Kross makes his way out, covering himself with his cowboy hat.*
Caje: Good God, you're in no shape to fight, go home.
*Kross reaches into the tent, grabs his clothes, and limps off. Soon after, Triple B exits the tent wearing pants and a cowboy hat. He tips his hat at Caje and walks off in the opposite direction of Kross. Caje looks on with astonishment at his foiled plan. Suddenly, the icing on the cake comes in the form of Triple B's companion Pavo making its way out of the tent too! The crowd jumps into a Pavo chant as the mule trots off. Caje looks at the camera.*
Caje: Well, looks like you've got match five. I hope you're happy, because it won't last long. I had intended to let match six start when match five was over, and it looks like I get to do it anyway. So enjoy your match.
Owens: Yeah, enjoy your match.
*The tron fades out as familiar music begins playing.*
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Chaos
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Apr 26 2007, 09:22 PM
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The arenas silence is disrupted by a loud scream and the lights begin to flicker violently as Chaos Theory blares over the P.A. Blood starts to poor from the top of every screen in the arena and fall to the bottom and a message appears in the blood. Your greatest fears are coming true. The lights all black out and the only source of light is the screens with the bloody message. The music dies out and the lights return to reveal a figure sitting on the top turnbuckle his head covered in a hood and a black rose in his left hand and a mic in the right up close to his face.
Spite. The sin of man. You enter the ring with a sneer, and leave with a victory. For too long you have destroyed anything in your path. But you don't do it for a greater good. You do it to feed on your own little ego. Tonight, your streak ends in the name of anarchy... in the name of disorder... in the name... of Chaos.
Chaos and Spite start to exchange fists as the match begins.
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Apr 27 2007, 12:22 AM
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Brunswick: The tale of the tape is an interesting one. Spite is 6'8", 323 pounds. Chaos is seven feet even, 325 pounds. Spite may have his work cut out for him.
Smith: As much as I don't like him as of late, I wouldn't count him out so soon. I'm more worried about something else anyway. This is the ultimate battle of establishment versus anti-establishment, Brunny.
Brunswick: Really? How so?
Smith: Well, you've got Spite, who spent a good portion of his career as the power wrestler in the Firm, which was a corporate group. Then you've got Chaos. The muscle of Anakin Anarchy's rebellious One Sided Society. Not to sound redundant, but if this were a year ago, it'd be establishment versus anti-establishment.
Brunswick: That's a really good point. But I can't think that Bucks or Anarchy have very great feelings toward these guys. Spite turned on Mr. Bucks, and Chaos no showed a match and fell off the map.
*Spite and Chaos lock up. Initially, Spite gets the better of Chaos, working him backward toward the ropes. After a moment, however, Chaos begins squeezing Spite's hands. The pain from the pressure makes Spite weak in the legs, and he falls to his knees. Chaos adds another link to the chain of events with a full force knee to the face. Spite falls backward. Chaos stomps Spite twice before Spite grabs Chaos' foot. The crowd pops as Spite uses his arm strength to knock Chaos' feet out from underneath him. Chaos lands on his butt and Spite gets back to his feet. As Chaos begins to get up, Spite stands in front of him and does a one foot mule kick to Chaos' face. Chaos falls backward and rolls onto his stomach. He gets to his feet to see Spite bouncing himself off the ropes, preparing a running attack. Chaos ducks a big boot and nails a chop to Spite's forehead which sends him stumbling backward. Chaos continues with a big boot of his own, catching Spite before he lands against the canvas. Chaos pulls Spite into him and initiates a bearhug, lifting Spite off the ground. Chaos begins shaking Spite in his gigantic arms, applying more pressure.*
Brunswick: Over almost a year and a half span, we've seen Spite take it to people, and a select few take it to Spite. But I haven't seen anyone this closely matched to Spite.
Smith: This could very well be the end of the series right here.
*Spite begins to fade out from the force of the bearhug as Hawkins prepares to check Spite's consciousness. Suddenly, Spite gets a second wind and begins trying to power out of Chaos' submission hold. Spite pushes his arms out. A sign of the damage is shown, as Chaos has to regrip the hold. Spite grunts and presses out his arms again. This time he manages to break free. Now back on his feet, he hits a quick drop toe hold on Chaos. Spite and Chaos both get back up at the same time and lock up. Chaos gives Spite a kick in the gut, which Spite matches. They exchange boots again, and still neither man breaks up the lock. In his next attempt, Chaos aims a little lower, nailing Spite in the groin with the toe of his boot. Spite backs up, cupping his lower region. Chaos runs and misses with a clothesline after Spite ducks. Spite kicks Chaos in the groin. Chaos takes the same position as Spite. After a moment, Chaos delivers another groin kick. A few seconds after that, Spite matches it. They go back and forth two more times before they both fall to the canvas.*
Brunswick: This match has turned into a game of Roshambo, and I think it's a draw!
*Chaos is the first one to get up after a minute or two. He drags Spite up and whips him into the corner. Spite hits the corner chest first and stumbles back. Chaos runs toward him and slams his head into the turnbuckle. Chaos slams it again, and once more before turning Spite around. Chaos bats at Spite with two hard right handed shots to the face. He goes for a third, but Spite blocks and grabs Chaos. Spite switches the positions and begins punching Chaos in the cheek. The last shot is so hard, Chaos' feet leave the canvas. Spite drags Chaos out to the center of the ring and locks in a pumphandle. Spite lifts Chaos into the air and delivers the matching slam. Spite stomps Chaos twice before hitting a leg drop. Spite goes for a pin and gets 1 1/2. Spite drags up the series rep and whips him into the ropes. Spite runs and jumps into a huge clothesline that nails Chaos right across the neck. Spite rolls through onto his knees to a fairly large pop. He gets up and pulls Chaos off the canvas. Spite turns himself and Chaos so that they're back to back. He reaches behind and grabs Chaos under the chin with both hands. He bends over forward, lifting Chaos off the mat. Chaos writhes in pain, squirming and trying to get free. Spite merely bends over further to combat the situation. After half a minute or so, Spite stands a little straighter and releases a little pressure, but only to gain enough leverage to pull even harder, to the point where Spite flips Chaos over him. Chaos hits the canvas hard stomach first.*
Brunswick: A nice show of strength there by the Messiah.
Smith: Chaos looks like he's out cold. I've always pondered that this is what would end up happening if Phoenix were to compete among men.
Brunswick: Excellent cheap slam, Doug.
Smith: I thought so too. She'd get wrecked, and it'd probably carry a certain degree of total awesomeness. But back to the match.
*Spite drags Chaos up, giving him little time to rest. Spite lifts Chaos onto his shoulders and attempts a gutbuster, but Chaos lands on his feet and lifts Spite up. Chaos hits a quick inverted atomic drop. Spite stirs backward for a moment, cupping his stuff. Chaos grabs Spite again, this time lifting him up into another bearhug. Chaos rushes at the nearest corner, hitting a tackle of sorts on Spite. Spite lulls around in the corner, his head slightly swirling from the impact. Chaos takes Spite out of his rest position in the corner and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle so that he's sitting toward the crowd. Chaos turns toward the opposite turnbuckle and grabs both of Spite's arms. He lifts him off of the turnbuckle, so that he's in a crucifix position.*
Brunswick: Could it be? Is Chaos going to try to hit Judgement on Spite?
*The crowd enters a thunderous boo as Chaos lifts Spite to drop him... but wait! Spite breaks free! Spite pulls Chaos' head down and places it nose up in his armpit. With Chaos' back arched, Spite grabs his pants and hits an inverted vertical suplex. Both men are downed for a second, until Spite sits up. The situp brings about a cheer. Spite gets to his feet and drags Chaos nearer to a corner. Spite climbs the ropes. Spite takes a single knee atop the rope. Spite does the Trinity symbol across his chest, then pops up, attempting a somersault leg drop. Chaos manages to roll out of the way, with Spite's heel slightly grazing his shoulder. Chaos rolls onto his stomach, and in a push-up fashion gets back to his feet. Het's met with a fist from Spite, which he matches with one of his own. The two exchange fists three more times before locking up.*
Smith: Jeeze, these guys just won't quit!
Brunswick: Both competitors are showing little wear in what has proven to be a pretty even matchup so far.
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Those who have felt Judgement; Marcus Falco, Sebastian Cobain, Night Creature, Drake Smashem, Anakin Anarchy, Graves, John Figuroa, Jester Jackal, Steve Evans, Assassination, Minister T.K., Matt Caje, Chris Roberts, Spicy McHaggis, Strider Dan, B-2 Bomber, Crucifix
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May 2 2007, 06:17 AM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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*Spite begins to initiate a hammerlock, but Chaos twists his body so that Spite's arm is sucked up in between Chaos' arm and torso. Chaos begins clubbing his forearm against Spite's. Spite writhes in pain, slightly arching his back as he tries to break free. Chaos clubs a sixth time when Spite finally loses his ability to take the pain. He delivers a quick headbutt to Chaos that sends him staggering in reverse. Spite grabs Chaos by the back of his cranium and hammers the side of his face with a right, then another, and another. Spite follows up by scooping Chaos up in a fallaway slam position. Spite spins a couple times before slamming Chaos shoulders first against the canvas. Spite stands and pulls his opponent up. Spite takes Chaos by the back of his head. He brings him full circle to gain some speed, and sends him flying over ropes.
Chaos catches the apron, then falls to the floor with a slight thud. Spite exits backward over the top rope a-la Kane and lands on his feet. Spite moves to pull up Chaos, but gets stopped in his attempt by an elbow to the stomach. Chaos takes command of the match by taking Spite by the arm. With all of his force, Chaos delivers an Irish whip on Spite into the steel steps closest to the ramp. Spite hits the steps lower back first. The force causes the top set to become loose, which then slide off of the bottom two steps. Chaos makes his way over to and then picks up the top half of the ring stairs. He stands in wait for Spite to get up. He's slow to do so, but Spite eventually gets up after a few minutes, laying the back of his hand against his arched back and staggering. Chaos gets up onto the bottom half of the stairs and attempts to attack Spite aerially, but to no avail as Spite just manages to dodge the attack.
After Spite escapes, he punches the stairs. Hard. They snap back and hit Chaos in the face, causing him to drop them. He stumbles for a bit before regaining his composure as Spite shakes the pain off of his now redding knuckles. Spite and Chaos both extend their right hands at the same time, catching one another in a half lock, with their hands on one another's left shoulder. They both begin to squeeze, applying pressure. The two men circle, each trying to intimidate the other. Each man sports a cold stare toward their opponent.*
Brunswick: A test of strength here from Spite and Chaos. I have to admit, Doug, I don't think this is going to be over until one of these men admits the other is stronger, pinfall or not.
Smith: This is the kind of thing we wait for, Brunny, a great evenly matched fight. These two guys are tanks, their oblivious to the even near definition of pain, and they're putting it all on the line tonight against one another. And I can't help but concur with you... I honestly believe this is going to be over only when one of these guys leaves on a stretcher.
Brunswick: It's proven to be a great match so far, and it can only get better.
Smith: Well put, can't agree more. This hold has to be taking a lot of these two, though. They look like they've got one another by the subclavian veins, which by the way for those of you keeping score at home is a pressure point.
*The "circle of death" continues, with neither man showing any intention of backing down. An instant later though, Spite begins to show signs of weakness. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees as a result of the blocked bloodflow. Keeping his grip on Spite, Chaos drives a knee into Spites face. He finally lets go as Spite falls backward. Chaos taunts at the crowd by threatening to jump in and start attacking fans before he turns around and begins stomping Spite. After four or five, he gives Spite's hair a tug, dragging him toward the ramp. Chaos pulls Spite to his feet from a crawling position at the bottom of the ramp and begins leading him up. Halfway to the stage, Spite wraps his arms around Chaos' abdomen and lifts him into the air. Spite falls sideways, driving Chaos stomach first onto the steel. Spite and Chaos both lay on the ramp in no hurry to get back to their feet. Each man takes a moment to rest before Spite sits up. The crowd begins to get back into the match as Spite gets to his feet and pulls Chaos up by a single ear.
Spite pulls Chaos further up the ramp by the ear. About 3/4 of the way up, Chaos begins struggling, trying to get free. Spite kicks him in the stomach, halting his progress. Spite continues to drag Chaos up the ramp until they reach the stage. Spite locks in Chaos for a suplex. Spite lifts Chaos into a vertical position, but Chaos manages to get down! He spins Spite around and nails a suplex of his own on the edge of the stage, where it angles downward into the ramp. Chaos pulls Spite up as the PRW Chairman, Matt Caje, makes his way out from behind the curtain with Tyler Owens. He looks on in enjoyment, clapping at Chaos' upper hand. In the midst of getting him off the steel, Chaos gets punched in the stomach by Spite. In response, Caje clubs on Spite's back, making him fall back down to his knees. Caje clubs Spite's back again and again, the bottom of his suit coat flying all over the place from the movement. The crowd begins to boo, and Caje walks off to the side of the stage to taunt them. As he throws Caje symbols and various other unmentionable hand gestures at the audience, Chaos tries again to get Spite off of the stage, Owens standing in wait with a bat should Spite try anything again. Spite does, and Owens attempts to drive the bat into Spite's back. Spite moves out of the way, ducking down.
Tyler hits Chaos in the stomach. Chaos bends over, clutching his gut as Spite delivers an uppercut to Tyler Owens' groin. Spite is quick to his feet, although he feels the effect of the suplex onto the ramp. He picks Owens up off the stage and staggers toward Caje. Spite uses Owens' foot to tap on Caje's shoulder. When the chairman turns around toward him, he's met with a toss. Spite passes Owens off to Caje. Unable to take the weight that was unexpectedly put into his hands, Caje stumbles backward and right off the stage! A low camera angle catches Caje and Owens fall into a pile of rolled up electrical cables.*
Brunswick: OH MY GOD! THE CHAIRMAN AND HIS NUMBER ONE LACKEY JUST TOOK A DIVE OFF THE STAGE!
Smith: That wasn't a dive, they were falling with style!
Brunswick: It doesn't change the fact that they're incapacitated. And because Spite never touched Caje, it's perfectly fine.
Smith: You and your loopholes are going to get you into trouble with the bosses one day.
*Back up top, Spite is working over Chaos's midsection with a series of stomps. Spite pulls up Chaos and whips him toward one of the smaller trons. Chaos puts an extra spin on it and sends Spite through the screen. Soon after, the part of the set that the tron was in falls over. Chaos pulls it away from the wreckage and begins tearing the frame apart. He pulls off one piece in particular and decides that that will be his Excalibur. Chaos lines up a shot as Spite begins to get up. Chaos wails Spite with the frame piece so hard the aluminum it's made out of bends across his back. A closer look after Chaos sets it down reveals that one of the light bulbs is now broken as well. Chaos drags Spite to the middle of the stage and begins making his way back down the ramp, occasionally letting Spite roll down bits and pieces of the ramp, with the aid of a boot or two, of course. In the hand of Chaos that isn't dragging Spite around is another piece of the destroyed smaller tron.
Back up by the stage, Owens and Caje are seen in a wrecked "perfect stack" of cables. Owens rolls out of the mess and begins to come to as Caje lays in the center of the stacks, unconscious. When Owens gets to his feet, he tries to wake Caje. Owens slaps Caje's cheek lightly a few times. Worried, he calls for desperate measures and delivers a wallop of a slap across Caje's face that knocks the taste out of his mouth. Caje snaps into consciousness and throws his arms up. He begins choking Tyler Owens, who responds to it be almost comedically flailing around. It gets a laugh out of the crowd as Caje stops, and Owens begins to help him up.
Back down at the end of the ramp, Chaos rolls Spite into the ring and slides in with his tron frame. Chaos stands up and stalks Spite. Chaos face delivers a tired gaze with a hint of anger as Spite begins to move around. Spite gets to his knees, only to be slammed across the back of the head with the tron frame. He falls flat on his face. Chaos pulls Spite up and whips him into the ropes. Chaos delivers a big boot that stops Spite in his track. Spite falls backward like a board. But wait... the crowd is cheering? Chaos himself becomes confused. His confusion is resolved when the mysterious woman who showed up during Spite's gauntlet enters the ring. Chaos immediately gives chase. She exits the ring just as quickly as she came in, and he follows, dropping his tron frame piece.*
Smith: She shouldn't be interfering here, she could be suspended.
Brunswick: Not if she doesn't work for PRW, she can't.
*Chaos follows her around the ring, but oddly enough, the woman doesn't look afraid. She rounds one corner, and another, and another. Upon turning the third corner, Chaos gets taken down by a shoulder tackle from a man in a kilt... it's Spicy McHaggis! Spicy is soon joined by Ice, who too was lying in wait for Chaos. The woman drags out chairs for both of them from under the ring as they stomp the seven foot beast.*
Smith: Don't even say it.
Brunswick: What, that they can't be suspended because they don't work here?
Smith: This is robbery.
Brunswick: Spicy and Ice were waiting for the perfect moment to get revenge, and this was it.
*Spicy and Ice begin taking turns on Chaos with the chairs As Spite begins to get up in the ring. After a minute or two, Spicy pulls Chaos up and using all of his strength, barely manages to get him into a sitting position on his shoulders. Spicy lifts Chaos and drops him forward. Ice connects with the facebuster part of the move. ><-rated! Spicy and Ice pull Chaos up and roll him into the ring when security finally decides to step in and apprehend them. NC-17 B&W is dragged out of the arena through the crowd with the mystery woman as the camera moves back to the action in the ring.
Vengeance. Spite has a sadistic, incredibly pissed off look on his face. As Chaos slowly rolls around on the mat, Spite notices something out of the corner of his eye. Spite bends over and picks up the piece of aluminum tron frame, and begins going to town. Spite nails Chaos across the back with it, then across the abdomen when Chaos rolls over. Spite hits Chaos' knees, then his head, then his stomach, then his head again. Spite repeatedly hits Chaos with the piece of metal until well after it has bent out of shape and broken into two pieces. Finally after a minute or so, Spite tosses the piece still in his hand aside. Spite pulls Chaos up off the mat and calls for the end. Spite flips Chaos up into a crucifix before dropping Judgement! Worn out, it takes a good ten seconds or so for Spite to fully get a cover.*
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May 2 2007, 06:28 AM
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1..2..3! Spite wins it!
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May 2 2007, 06:57 AM
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IT'S STILL REAL TO ME DAMMIT!
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Brunswick: For the first time I think in his entire career, Spite has been forced to overcome the odds.
Smith: I have to tell you, personally, I thought Chaos was going to win this. And it got awfully close. With that said, you can not deny the impact the interference had.
Brunswick: I'll admit that things may have been different had Spicy and Ice not saved the day, but only if you'll accept that Caje and Owens had no business out here.
Smith: I think we'll just have to agree to disagree on that one.
Brunswick: Riiight.
*Spite gets up off the canvas and begins his postmatch ritual. The cross and dagger are lowered from the rafters, and he begins to make the sixth mark.*
Caje: Oh Spite...
*The camera focuses on the ramp, where Caje is just now climbing up onto the steel. He's distraught, and looks like he's been through a car wreck. His suit coat is off and his shirt is half untucked, his hair is messed up and he sports a look of dismay.*
Caje: So, you thought it was going to be easy, right? Waltz in here, win your little match, and go on to Bitchslap? Look, chumpstain, you might have won the battle tonight, but me... I'm going to win the war. I contemplated waiting, letting your opponent for Bitchslap be a surprise. But you know what? I am just pissed off enough right now to let you know who he is... and I'm going to do that by letting him turn your half beaten ass into an over beaten ass... and oh yeah, that's hot! C'mon out!
TBC by his opponent.
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May 2 2007, 07:11 AM
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[Drums. F*cking hyper drums blast over the PA system as 'Bullet and the Bullseye' by the Distillers blasts over the PA system. Pyro blasts out in a strobe around the entryway as red and orange lights strobe around the ramp. From the back walks Brute, all seven feet and three inches of him. He walks out, ducking under the bottom of the largest tron, still standing. Brute walks toward the ring.
His pace is slow and methodical, almost leisurely as he walks toward the ropes. Brute stops at the apron, and looks up into the ring. Instead of entering the ring, he simply slowly crosses his arms across his chest. His head is high enough to see through the space between the middle and top ropes. Spite stands in wait, but he won't enter just yet. Brute stands outside the ring, appearing to be waiting for something.]
TBC by Caje
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