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Deamon Vs Black Dragon; Three Hours of Power 1st Round Match
Topic Started: Apr 14 2008, 07:29 AM (144 Views)
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Deamon
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He enters

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Black Dragon
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The fans eagerly await the entrance of their favorite, straight forward wrestler, Black Dragon. They did not have to wait long, as Vicarious by Tool hits the PA System with the familiar rift playing first. The cheer goes even louder as of course, everyone loves Tool. The lyrics soon follow.

I own the tv
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be like
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son he used to poison

And in his dream
He kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look me at like I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie

While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?

Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie


Black Dragon makes his down the ramp, holding a autographed mask in one of his hands. He slaps hands with the fans sitting on the rampside seats. He approaches the ring. Before he enters, he gives the autographed mask to the nearest young fan, a tribute to his personal wrestling idol, Bret Hart.

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
Were writers the stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, so

Why can't we just admit it?


He enters the arena after shaking hands with a few more fans. He casually walks up the steps and enters the arena without any flair. He does a few brief exercises while waiting for his opponent.

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Good luck
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The Deamon
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The ref goes to each corner to check the participants of the match. He walks over to Black Dragon who easily gives up his legs, arms, and whatever else is on Kirk Fitzpatrick’s mind for the check. He’s got nothing to hide and will abide by the rules so why wouldn’t he get checked out. Kirk then walks over to The Deamon where he may have a much more difficult time. He reaches out to touch him and Mario Woosey immediately yells out “YOU TOUCH MY CLIENT, I’LL IMMEDIATELY FILE SUIT AGAINST YOU, HAVE YOUR LICENSE TAKEN AWAY, HAVE YOU FINED, AND PUT IN JAIL. YOU CAN’T TRUST AN HONORABLE MAN LIKE HIM, YOU ARE THE SHAME OF THE REFERE’S UNION, WORSE THAN EARL HEBNER SELLING BOOTLEG T-SHIRTS, SCREWING OVER HULK HOGAN, AND LYING TO BRET HART.” Kirk feels rattled for a moment, but he knows he’s got to do what’s honorable, and he goes once again to check if there are any foreign objects located on The Deamon’s person. This time Mario just stares daggers through him and its Kyle Rieger’s turn to speak up on behalf of his client. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, or any decent man with a soul. He has a couple of issues when people touch him, and he might Freak out and start to hurt people. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt Kirk, only Black Dragon, so heed my warning, don’t touch him for your own sake.” Kirk ponders about listening to these men, they might be out for his wellbeing, or they could just be trying to distract him so he won’t find hidden objects and weapons on The Deamon’s body. Kirk attempts the search for what may be the final time, Mario and Kyle just look at him, they’ve given their verbal warnings, and he’s got to deal with it firsthand now. He reaches out to The Deamon’s leg ready to pat him down when he hears The Deamon yell out a primal scream. Kirk runs away from the sadistic member of Revolution Inc. Mario and Kyle hold him back and restrain him, and Kirk realizing that this is getting nowhere just calls for the bell and lets these men duke it out. Black Dragon has been awaiting this for a good bit of time, his chance to get a title shot, and return to The PWA with a slight bit of power. The Deamon, he’s just here to cause damage, the Tournament could possibly mean nothing to him, he just wants to hurt people, and that’s all that he’s going for tonight. Both men circle around each other, Dragon standing as high as possible, trying to show off the nearly foot height advantage he has. The Deamon is crouched down low, looking like a rabid animal, ready to strike and attack. Dragon’s got height, weight, possibly PWA experience, but he’s up against a true wildcard, and a man he really knows nothing about to boot. Dragon attempts to bend down, and pick a part of Deamon’s body to start to work on, but when he bends down he exposes a big hole in his legs, one that The Deamon is more than happy to scurry through to avoid the attack. Dragon turns immediately around to see his masked opposition smile at him and laugh crazily. Undauntedly Dragon tries to get a lockup or a hold of Deamon once more and Deamon makes an escape along the side of Dragon’s body. Dragon looks frustrated, he may possibly let his emotions get the better of him soon enough and goes for another attempted lockup. Deamon slips away by stepping backwards and into the ropes. He jumps up the first, steps up to the second, and takes a flying leap off the third. He rotates his body and attempts to take Dragon down with a Springboard Bodypress. Black Dragon sees the move coming before he even makes the jump from the second rope to the third and moves his feet out wider so he’s have a nice strong base to absorb the shot. He feels slight pain and pressure in his chest, but most of the shot is absorbed in his arms, and he’s got his foe in a precarious position. He bends his knees, lifts The Deamon up in the air, and chucks him over his head with a mighty Fallaway Slam. The sight is indeed awe inspiring, as The Deamon is chucked like a five pound bag of garbage into the air. Dragon’s height and weight advantage means that the Move is all the more devastating. But then something strange, The Deamon uses his momentum to rotate to a vertical base, and flips in the air so that he can land on his feet. Black Dragon thinks he’s got a few seconds to waste and show off so he poses for his fans, all while keeping his back turned to The Deamon. The Sick Sadist pounds his head a few times with his open palm and gets his grey matter all back in order. He stares at his opposition pimping and preening himself out, and he just silently chuckles. The poor fool has no idea what is going on, and yet he thinks he knows everything. The Deamon steps back, flings himself off the ropes, jumps into the air, and impales his shoulder on the back of Black Dragon’s right knee, effectively taking out his legs with a Chop Block.

Johnny: And Black Dragon is down, The Deamon taking over quickly after that attempted slam. Dragon’s going to have to work a little bit harder and faster if he wants to have Deamon fall for that. But I still cannot condone the Referee’s actions, he did not check The Deamon at all, for all we know he’s got a bottle of the Inferno Mist, His Chain Belt, or god forbid The Railroad spike hidden in his jeans and there is no way now that we could possibly know. He can flagrantly cheat behind the ref’s back if he wants to, and would just get away with it.

Donny: Look, he got warned, The Deamon doesn’t like to be touched, and with a guy like this, from what I’ve heard, it might be in his best interest to listen up and just not touch him. Mario and Kyle are outside the ring, they’ll keep him on the up and up, and might I say what a fine looking mask he’s got on this week. It appears to be a pair of tits on a rhinoceros. Plus the use of The Joker and Harley Quinn embracing on the shirt is positively heavenly.

Johnny: Mario and Kyle will keep him on the up and up, yeah that will happen the same day that Pigs Fly, Hell Freezes Over, and You cheer the good guys.

Donny: Watch your tongue or I’ll have the PWA replace you with Woosey.

Black Dragon is holding his leg and letting out small yelps in pain. He knows that should he stand he won’t be able to put pressure on the leg and thus be forced to hobble around hopping. He also knows that The Deamon wasn’t hurt at all by his slam and is lurking behind him waiting to strike. He’s in a lose, lose situation, and realizes that his ground game may be the only thing he has going for the moment. He rotates his body around looking for his foe, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Kirk Fitzpatrick, who’d been checking on the condition of The Masked Monster, begins his count, assuming that The Revolutionary is now on the outside, possibly with Mario and Kyle. The Deamon, surprisingly enough is actually crawling his way under the ring to get behind Black Dragon once more. He pops up from under the ring apron, slides into the ring once again, and he smirks as neither ref nor opponent notices him come out. Kyle points at him, points to the right leg, and makes a snapping motion. The Deamon just nods, and comes in silently, wraps his legs in-between Black Dragon’s knee almost in a leg scissor, and begins to squeeze while forcing pressure against the joint. Dragon yelps in pain once more, and the ref immediately begins to ask if he can continue, being locked in The Legbar. The pressure begins to build slowly, but effectively, and the ref continues to ask if Dragon wishes to continue. The Deamon is of no help getting his mind off all of this by commenting on this situation. “Not so TALL, and MIGHTY now Are you DRAGON. Feeling pain YOU must be. Stuck you are, HMMMMMMM. You know you can just, GIVE IT UP. Don’t worry, if anyone calls you a COWARD, I’ll lock them in this LEGBAR, and LET THEM Experience the COWARDESS. JUST TAP, it’s ok, I won’t think LESS OF YOU.” Black Dragon ponders it all, if he does tap, his dreams of winning a world title and just getting known in the company are gone, but if he doesn’t he might lose all use of his leg and would still be easy pickings in the match. He tries to use his massive weight to rotate over onto his back, rather than his stomach, because that could relieve the tension and a good deal of the pain. A lot of energy is burnt up, but he makes the move, and is close enough so he may hook the bottom rope and force the hold to be released. The ref counts, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOU…. And Mario Woosey yells at him. Mario goes running over citing some obscure rule in some non-existent rule book which breaks the count and makes the ref upset even further. He argues back telling Woosey a few more outbursts like that and he’s gone. Meanwhile Mario has bought The Deamon a few more seconds to keep the hold locked on. The man in stripes realizes the error of his ways and immediately goes after the Deamon who’s keeping the hold locked on. He counts once more, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FI…. This then leads to The Deamon Breaking the hold. He tries to admonish him before the crowd; the Deamon just stares and laughs it off. He walks over to Black Dragon once again, and rolls him back onto his stomach. The Deamon grabs the worked over right leg, lifts it up as high as he can into the air, and sends the knee straight into the canvas with a Kneebreaker. Dragon winces in pain and tries to fight back, but all signals through his body are of misery. The Deamon leaps into the air, extends his right arm out, and puts the point solely on the underside of his knee, crushing it with an Elbow He’s content to work on that knee and take it out by any means necessary. He jumps up, extends both of his legs, and lets his right leg sandwich into the mat with a Legdrop. Dragon wants to yell but won’t, for he knows that will excite his opponent even further and that is the last thing that he wants to deal with right now. Instead he just winces and bottles up the pain inside, while the Deamon looks confused, he knows he must be causing damage, but where is the screams that he loves so dearly. He decides if Dragon won’t willingly do it, he’ll force him to. He first pulls him by his arms into the center of the ring. Pulls the weakened right leg up off the canvas, locks his own right kneecap behind it, places his left hand on Dragon’s kneecap to push, and his right arm on Dragon’s shin to pull back. It’s all one fast fluid motion, pulling, pushing, stretching, and screaming, The Sadist has made the Monster howl for help, and the only question that will remain now is how long can he hold out, or will he be forced to give up his hopes and dreams because of the Single Leg Boston Crab.

OOC: Edits for spacing and to add the name of the move at the end of the rp.
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If only to save himself the agony, Black Dragon's hand slaps the canvas. Unfortunately his opponent doesn't decide to let up, maintaining the hold despite the ringing of the bell. Once the beast is remotely satisfied - and with the men behind Revolution Inc. calling for him to back off - he releases his victim before raising both hands in victory.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and advancing in the Three Hours of Power tournament... The Deamon!

Mario Woosey slaps the back of his monster while Kyle looks off into the audience. The men exit as medical officers check on Black Dragon, who seems to be doing fine on his own.
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