Old skoooooooool!

[Guest Kibagami]

Strangler, being the kick-ass Insider-having guy that he is, found my old ML title match against Vlad. It got rave reviews back in the day, and after reading it over, I've still get a soft spot for it. Read and enjoy, people.

 

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As the camera starwipes in from a commercial where your friendly neighborhood IGNWF World Champion admonishes young children “*cough* *wheeze* Don’t, like, try this at *hack* home, kids…”, it captures the sold-out Pepsi Arena as 46,000 people cheer, scream, applaud, boo, moan, and otherwise make lots of noise as Mirage prepares to continue to the main event…

 

“Welcome back to IGNML Mirage, everyone, and you’re just in time for our main event!” bellows Axis between sips of his Pepsi Max©. “We just saw a number-one contender bout between two of the IGNML’s veterans, Apoc X and Steve Simon.”

 

“That’s correct, citizen Axis,” chimes Cyclone Comet as the camera shows a brief shot of the IGNJL’s Mistress Sarah seated at ringside. “The two went to war in a hard-fought contest to see who will be the next challenger to the current champion, Vlad de Burrov.”

 

“But tonight Vlad will make his first title defense against the always impressive Silent. After the Clan won that six-man tag match on Crimson by the skin of their teeth, Doe has seemingly disappeared from the IGNML, and Thoth and Silent aren’t exactly on good terms at the moment. The quiet killer, who has promised to lead the Clan in Spider Nekura’s absence, will face tonight what may be his greatest challenge so far.”

 

“The dastardly Silent is a force to be reckoned with, citizen Axis, but let’s not forget the awesome display of courage and strength the new champion made at Retribution, winning that Tables, Ladders and Chairs match against Apoc X and –AND- Spider Nekura. The good Vlad de Burrov is no paper champion, citizen Axis, and I’m certain he will hold his own in the main event tonight…”

 

“Livin in America” begins to play as Funyon climbs into the ring to announce the participants in the next match. The crowd is already chanting Vlad’s name as Funyon begins…

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first…” Funyon pauses for a moment, temporarily shouted down by the cheering crowd. “Introducing first, weighing in at four hundred pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is the current IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Champion…Vlad…de…BURRRRRROV!”

 

Vlad de Burrov appears through the curtains atop the entrance ramp, a towel draped over his head and the IGNML World Heavyweight belt draped over his right shoulder. The seven-foot giant walks about halfway down the ramp before tossing the towel into the audience as red white and blue pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. The youngster beams a smile at the audience as he climbs over the ropes and into the ring. Vlad raises the belt high in the air and is immediately blinded by flash photography throughout the arena. He flashes another winning smile as “Livin in America” fades away and he hands his brand new belt over to the referee.

 

“What a reception for the new champion, Comet!”

 

“It certainly is, citizen Axis. Vlademania is certainly sweeping Denver tonight…”

 

As everyone’s favorite superhero finishes his sentence, the arena lights fade completely out as a red spotlight begins to glow on the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp. Tool’s “Forty-Six and Two” begins to pulse through the arenas loudspeakers, and the Pepsi Arena’s audience begins to boo as loudly as possible at the Silent One’s entrance.

 

“Introducing the challenger, weighing in at two hundred fifty-one pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, he is the leader of the Clan…SIIIIIIIIIILENT!”

 

Red pyrotechnics explodes across the top of the entrance ramp, and as they fade away, Silent emerges into the red spotlight. The psychopath raises his arms in the familiar crucifix pose, his cane clutched tightly in his left hand. The quiet killer walks slowly down the ramp, his black trenchcoat trailing behind him as the crowd hurls empty soda cans and popcorn buckets at the hated Silent.

 

“The crowd here in Denver giving Silent as much hatred as they gave the champion adoration….”

 

“The dastardly Clansmen thrives on this sort of negative attention, citizen Axis. The more they hate him, the happier he seems to be.”

 

Silent slides underneath the ropes and hops onto the near left turnbuckle, eying the champion as he hands his coat and cane to the referee.

 

“And here we go!”

 

*DING DING*

 

Silent hops off his turnbuckle and advances to meet Vlad in the center of the ring. The two athletes stare at each other for a moment before locking up. de Burrov is quick to gain the advantage with his fantastic strength shoving Silent straight back into the turnbuckle. “Silent is more than a little bit out of his element tonight, Comet. The Clansmen is usually an intimidating opponent physically, but in this matchup that is hardly the case!” exclaims Axis as the champion begins delivering several huge slaps to the exposed chest of the challenger. A resounding “Woo!” is heard from the Pepsi Arena as Silent’s chest turns several different shades of red.

 

Vlad grabs hold of the Clansmen’s arm and whips him hard into the opposite turnbuckle. The gigantic Russian charges into the corner, but Silent propels himself forward using the ropes for leverage, rocking the big man with a front dropkick. As the champion staggers back, the challenger charges forward, only to be caught napping as Vlad de Burrov lifts him onto his shoulders and falls backwards, slamming the quiet killer into the mat with the Star-Spangled Banner.

 

“It’s going to be a long night for the dastardly Silent.” Cyclone Comet grins contentedly as Vlad de Burrov crushes Silent beneath him with a huge body splash. The champion lies there, covering the helpless Silent as the referee begins the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

And a rather uncomfortable Silent kicks out, to the amusement of the champion and the rest of the arena. “Silent’s going to have to be at the top of his game tonight. He can’t win a war of attrition against Vlad de Burrov, and he certainly hasn’t been able to overpower the larger man…” Vlad lifts Silent to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Silent wisely grabs hold of the ropes and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos the cowardly decision while Silent stands just outside Vlad’s reach, his sunglasses reflecting the champion’s intense stare.

 

The psychopath, having caught his breath, rolls back into the ring and quickly gets to his feet. “Champion and challenger, approaching each other for the second time…” Vlad attempts to grapple with Silent once more, but the smaller man ducks and quickly plants a dropkick in the ribs of Vlad de Burrov. The 400-pounder staggers back as Silent quickly runs across to the ropes, bounces off, and knocks Vlad’s left leg out from under him with another well-placed dropkick. The champion crashes to the mat with an involuntary grunt, clutching at his knee as the Silent One slowly climbs to his feet.

 

“The dastardly Silent will have to use every bit of quickness he has in him to stay in this match, citizen Axis. Those dropkicks may have slowed the champion momentarily, but they won’t keep him down long.” The Silent One grabs the champion’s left arm and flips over into a bridging single armbar, keeping himself centered on the turnbuckle and making it difficult for Vlad to edge his way to either side of the ring. Silent wrenches on Vlad’s elbow and shoulder with both arms, the effort visible on his face as the champion tries to swat him away using his free arm. Finally, with a tremendous effort, the champion swings his fist into Silent’s midsection, nearly dislocating his shoulder but effectively breaking the hold as a winded Silent rolls out of the ring once again.

 

Vlad tries to push himself up off the canvas, but winces as he does so, still feeling the effects of Silent’s armbar. The Silent One rolls back into the ring behind the champion, and drives the unsuspecting Vlad back to the canvas with a picture-perfect Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Silent covers with the lateral press…

 

ONE!

 

And is THROWN off the shoulders of Vlad de Burrov as the champion kicks out with authority. “So much for putting the match away early,” observes Axis as Silent strains to lift the big man to his feet. Silent attempts to whip Vlad across the ring, but the seven footer easily reverses the whip into a short-arm clothesline, rocking the challenger and dropping him to the mat. Vlad hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

A disoriented Silent wildly kicks out, still reeling from the clothesline. Vlad lifts the quiet killer from the canvas and raises him above his head in a military press…

 

“The champion could be looking for American Pie here, citizen Axis…”

 

The world champion holds Silent above his head for a few more seconds, posing conveniently for the audience, before carrying the helpless Silent over to the ropes…and HURLS HIM OUT ONTO THE CONCRETE! Silent lands with an sickening thump and an involuntary scream as the crowd pops big for Vlad de Burrov!

 

“What a move by the World champion!”

 

“This could be the end of the match right here, citizen Axis!”

 

As the Clansmen attempts to regain his bearings, Vlad de Burrov climbs over the ropes and looks out to the crowd, who only urge their champion on. The gigantic Russian measures the fallen Silent for a long moment, and then…

 

“GOOD LORD! Silent just rolled out from under the Total Request Dive!”

 

“Citizen Vlad may have broken his arm on that concrete!”

 

Vlad lies outside the ring several feet away from Silent, clutching at his left elbow and moaning in pain. The Silent One has slowly risen to his feet, his ribs still sore from the champion’s tremendous military press to the outside. He begins to climb onto the ring apron and back through the ropes, but as he turns to glance at the champion, he sees Vlad has risen to one knee. Silent looks out at the crowd, a sickening grin spreading across his face…

 

“He’s not going to do THAT, is he?”

 

“Do what?”

 

”I’m not sure, but I think it’s something dastardly, and I don’t like dastardly…”

 

Silent looks back at Vlad, who is standing a little unsteadily, turns, hops onto the second rope…and CONNECTS WITH A HUGE ASAI MOONSAULT! The crowd explodes as champion and challenger both collapse back to the canvas, and scattered chants of “Ho-ly Sh!t, Ho-ly Sh!t,” break out in the Pepsi Arena.

 

“Both of these competitors have hit some big moves early in this matchup, Comet, and that doesn’t bode too well for Vlad de Burrov.”

 

“Sadly, citizen Axis, I have to agree with you there. The dastardly Silent is famously resilient, and the longer this match goes on, the more likely it is Silent will be able to capitalize on a mistake on the champion’s part…”

 

Silent has rolled back into the ring and is resting against the ropes as he waits for Vlad to do the same. The Clansmen rises as Vlad rolls into the ring at the referee’s eight-count and immediately begins putting the boots to the champion. “Silent has no intention of letting Vlad stay on his feet very long.” The bigger man rises to one knee, shrugging off the blows raining down upon his head and shoulders. Frustrated, Silent places both hands around Vlad’s neck, positions his shoulder under the champion’s massive chin, and sits out, jolting Vlad’s head up and back to the canvas.

 

“The dastardly Silent, keeping the champ off his guard with a well-placed Snapback…” observes a certain crestfallen superhero as the psychopath lands knee drop after knee drop on the left shoulder and arm of the gigantic Russian. The referee finally pulls the challenger away as Vlad tries to recuperate from Silent’s assault. An angry Silent paces along the far side of the ring as Vlad makes it to his knees in a surprisingly quick fashion. Silent sees this, and hurriedly ascends the far right turnbuckle, where he remains while the champion tries to regain his bearings.

 

“Don’t look, Vlad!”

 

“Look, Vlad!”

 

De Burrov turns, as if heeding the words of the announcers, and is met instead with a tremendous missile dropkick to the chest, sending him several steps back, into the ropes. “We’ve never seen so many high-flying moves from Silent before!” exclaims Axis as Silent throws Vlad’s arms behind the ropes and delivers some knife-edge chops to the chest of the champion. “The dastardly Clansmen has had to change his style completely in this match…and it seems to be working…um…rather well…” grumbles Cyclone Comet.

 

The Phoenix native climbs through the ropes onto the apron, grabs De Burrov’s neck and drops off the apron, snapping Vlad’s neck back on the ropes and sending the champion crashing to the mat. The Silent One quickly climbs back onto the apron, leaps onto the third rope…

 

“The Whispers leg drop on the champion! This could be the end of the match right here, Comet!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

And Vlad kicks out with authority once again, lifting a surprised Silent slightly into the air as the champion rises to a sitting position! The Denver crowd applauds as Vlad stands up…but he doesn’t see Silent climbing the turnbuckle! “No, no, no! Not again!” screams Comet as Vlad turns and Silent launches himself from the turnbuckle…

 

But the champion counters the hurricanrana attempt, instead slamming the Silent One’s spine into the mat with a tremendous powerbomb! “IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER?” screams the crowd as Vlad drops to the mat to cover the motionless Silent…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…and Silent barely kicks out, to the disappointment of the Pepsi Arena!

 

“I really thought Vlad had it won just then, citizen Axis,” grumbles Cyclone Comet as Vlad lifts the challenger from the mat. “I guess the dastardly Silent really IS as resilient as you keep reminding me…”, as Vlad knocks Silent right back down again with a huge headbutt. The big man turns to rile up the audience as Silent crawls towards the ropes, trying to drag himself back to his feet. The audience cheers and cameras flash as the champion turns to the half-conscious Silent. De Burrov whips the quiet killer into the ropes, setting the challenger up for a clothesline, but Silent comes flying back with a dropkick, knocking the champion back into the ropes. The Phoenix native climbs slowly to his feet, measures the gigantic Russian, and gets a running start…

 

SMACK!

 

”Holy shades of blue spandex! The dastardly Silent just knocked the four HUNDRED pound champion over the top rope with a…a…a running superkick!” yells Cyclone Comet. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like that before, Comet,” adds Axis as the champion staggers around outside the ring, clutching his jaw and glaring murderously at a smirking Silent.

 

The Silent One rushes over to the ropes near the seven-footer, grabs hold of them, and slings himself over the top, hoping to knock the big man off his feet with a cross body suicida…but the champion catches a helpless Silent and smashes his head into the steel ringpost! “Good Lord!” yells Axis as Silent spins a full 3600 before crashing to the concrete floor. “Silent weighs just over two hundred and fifty pounds, and Vlad de Burrov caught him as if he were a pillow!”

 

A defenseless Clansmen crawls in the direction of the announce table, slowly followed by a rather upset-looking Vlad de Burrov. As Silent reaches the barrier just to the left of the announce table, Vlad grabs the Silent One’s belt and hauls him to his feet. The 400 pounder lifts Silent just above his head with both hands, pauses a moment, then drops to his knees, jarring Silent’s skull with the Silence of the Lambs. De Burrov grabs the kneeling challenger by the throat and hauls him to his feet, points at the table, and the cameras start to flash…but Silent rakes the eyes of the champion, causing him to release his grip on Silent’s neck. “Dastardly,” breathes Cyclone Comet as Vlad stumbles into the announce table.

 

Silent crawls behind the Spanish announce table, seemingly looking for something, as Vlad recovers his sight and makes his way towards the psychopath. “Now, what do you suppose he’s looking for under there?” wonders Axis as Vlad bends down to drag Silent out…and reels back clutching his head before falling backwards, missing Cyclone Comet by just a few inches!

 

“The dastardly Silent has done it again!” screams a frustrated superhero as Silent crawls out from underneath the announce table, propping himself up with a blood-splattered cane. Vlad is bleeding freely from his massive forehead as the Silent One, smiling, makes his way over to the fallen champion.

 

De Burrov climbs unsteadily to his feet as Silent rains left and right hands down onto the gigantic Russian. Axis and Comet look nervously on as Vlad makes it to his feet and begins delivering blows of his own to the quiet killer. Champion and challenger trade blows in front of the fans at ringside, the cameras flashing, the people cheering…Vlad blocks a punch by Silent and moves behind the smaller man with surprising quickness. A nervous expression comes over both announcers as Vlad de Burrov locks in the full nelson…

 

“We should move now, shouldn’t we?”

 

”We should.”

 

“Let’s move.”

 

“Okay with me.”

 

The two announcers bolt out of their seats as the World champion lifts Silent into the air, holds him for a moment, and slams him through the English announce table with the Oscar Winner! The whole of the Pepsi Arena explodes with cheers, screams, and flash photography as Vlad de Burrov stands briefly over the lifeless body of Silent. The champion drags the half-conscious challenger to his feet, pauses a moment, and walks the Clansmen over to the timekeeper’s table…

 

*DING*

 

And smashes Silent’s head into the bell! The Silent One is gushing blood as the champion rolls him back into the ring, climbs over the ropes, and covers the challenger as a referee grateful for something to do starts to make the count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…and Silent kicks out!

 

“How disappointing…for Vlad, I mean,” says Comet as he and Axis finish readjusting their headsets. “I would’ve thought our table went to a good cause…” The gigantic Russian lifts Silent off the canvas and slings the smaller man over his shoulder. The crowd pops big as Vlad runs across the ring and slams the psychopathic Clansmen into the canvas with the powerslam.

 

“LUUUUUUUCY! I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!”

 

Vlad covers Silent with a lateral press. “Even the dastardly Silent can’t stand up to this kind of punishment!” crows Comet as the referee begins to count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…no! The Silent One’s foot is on the ropes…Vlad curses his mistake as the crowd boos the hapless referee’s call. “Vlad’s own momentum carried him too far across the ring, Comet,” observes Axis, “allowing Silent to save himself from defeat once again.” A frustrated champion picks the Clansmen up off the canvas and whips him hard into the far right turnbuckle. De Burrov slowly makes his way over to the corner, wipes the blood from his eyes, turns the challenger around, and picks him up, placing him atop the turnbuckle. The Pepsi Arena begins to cheer in anticipation as the gigantic Russian climbs onto the first rope and lifts Silent up by the arms…

 

“The champion is about to finish this match with the devastating Air Burrov…but can he finish the move?”

 

De Burrov bellows as he steps to the second rope, the effort etched on his face as he lifts the half-conscious Silent up by both arms. The champion dives forward, looking to complete the Air Burrov…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….AND SILENT FLIPS OVER A SURPRISED VLAD DE BURROV, REVERSING THE CHAMPION’S FINISHER INTO A SUPER DDT!

 

The Pepsi Arena explodes in an equal amount of cheers and boos as Vlad’s head ricochets off the mat once, twice, then comes to a halt by the ropes as an exhausted Silent crawls towards the fallen champion. The quiet killer drapes a bloodied arm across the barrel-shaped chest of Vlad de Burrov as the referee begins to count…

 

ONE!

 

”This is it!” screams Axis!

 

TWO!

 

All 46,000 people are on their feet!

 

THREE….and Vlad de Burrov gets a shoulder up just in time.

 

 

 

The cheers, in a word, are deafening.

 

“The fortitude shown here by Vlad de Burrov defies all logical description!” yells Cyclone Comet over a hysterical Denver crowd as both superstars begin to pull themselves to their feet. Silent is the first to rise, and he throws a wild right hand at the champion’s head, but Vlad catches the punch in his massive palm. The seven footer rises, still clutching Silent’s fist, and drives the smaller man back into the turnbuckle! Vlad, satisfied with Silent’s condition, walks across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle as the Clansmen calls the referee over to check the cut on his forehead.

 

“The champion setting up now for the Dukes of Hazzard splash…why’s the ref in the way? Somebody tell him to move!…”

 

Vlad de Burrov charges across the ring, looking to crush the challenger under four hundred pounds of American pop culture. The referee turns and sees the giant coming, but before he can move, Silent yanks him between himself and Vlad before diving out of the corner. The helpless referee is squashed by a surprised Vlad de Burrov, who immediately drops to his knees to tend to the referee. “ Vlad’s wasting his time now, citizen Axis. That referee won’t be counting anybody out for quite a while…” The champion rises and turns to face his opponent, just in time for a vicious Hammerlock DDT! The champion’s already injured head bounces off the mat once more as Silent wearily climbs to his feet and beckons towards the entrance ramp.

 

“Now what do you suppose the dastardly…NO! NO, darn it all to heck!” yells Cyclone Comet as Thoth comes strolling down the entrance ramp to a chorus of healthy boos.

“Silent’s fellow Clansmen is here to help the psychopath defeat the champion! Oh, the humanity!” Thoth slides under the ropes and stands next to Silent, who is rapidly gesturing towards the stirring World champion. Silent turns to face his fallen opponent…and is knocked to the ground by a stiff roundhouse kick from the Television champion!

 

“Thoth hasn’t forgotten Silent’s “help” in the six-man tag from Crimson, Comet, and it looks like the remaining Clan members are going to go at each other’s throats here tonight!” The audience explodes with applause as Thoth slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. The Television champ slides back in, raises the steel chair above the fallen Silent…but a rather larger shadow falls over him…

 

“OSCAR WINNER! OSCAR WINNER! THOTH JUST GOT THE OSCAR WINNER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!” screams Axis as the Clansmen rolls out of the ring, clutching at his back. Vlad raises his arms in a gesture of victory as the Pepsi Arena explodes once again with cheers, applause, and flash photography! “Vlad de Burrov is standing tall tonight, and it looks like he’s ready to put this match away!”

 

The champion turns around, the crowd solidly behind him…and is met with the sickening crunch of a steel chair against his head! “My God, Thoth tried to cost Silent this match, but his interference has backfired! There’s no referee to stop this!” A bloodied but defiant Silent smashes the chair into Vlad’s head again, sending the big man down to one knee. “This is too much, even for the dastardly Silent! Somebody has to do something!” A third, fourth, a fifth chair shot send the champion crashing to the ground. The metallic clang of the chair shots has been reduced to a wet thud, as a pool of blood spreads from Vlad de Burrov. The psychopath casually tosses the chair aside and shakes the referee awake before he begins to climb the turnbuckle.

 

“Oh, no. No. Somebody has to stop this. This isn’t right…”

 

Silent flies through the air, twisting madly before planting an elbow right onto the chest of Vlad de Burrov. The audience boos and Vlad convulses as the challenger hooks a massive leg. “No, Vlad, not like this…”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vlad de Burrov kicks out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The entire arena explodes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“My God! I don’t believe it! Vlad de Burrov has just kicked out of the Last Words!” screams Axis above the din of the crowd. “This youngster will not, I repeat, WILL NOT GIVE UP THAT BELT!” Silent is furious at the referee, but the official remains adamant. Silent spends a moment more arguing with the referee, then stalks across the ring to where Vlad still lies and places the steel chair across the champion’s chest.

 

“He couldn’t…”

 

Silent begins to climb the turnbuckle once again…

 

“He wouldn’t….”

 

The audience screams for Vlad to get up, to roll out of the way, to do something, ANYTHING, to prevent what is about to happen.

 

“Oh, my God…”

 

Silent stands atop the turnbuckle, raises both arms high, and leaves his feet. The arena falls silent as he hangs there for a moment, between earth and sky…and drives a second elbow into the chest cavity of the fallen giant. The impact of steel and bone makes a crunching sound not to be described as the Silent One winces and hooks Vlad’s massive leg.

 

One.

 

Two…

 

Three.

 

*DING DING*

 

The bell rings in complete silence as Funyon prepares to announce the winner. The referee hands the belt to Silent somewhat reluctantly, as the Clansmen slings it over his right shoulder and climbs the far right turnbuckle, defiantly facing the quieted audience.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and your NEW IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Champion….SIIIIIIIIIILENT!”

 

“Forty-Six and Two” begin to play as Silent is handed his coat and cane by one of the ring crew. The new champion calmly pulls his trenchcoat on and wipes the blood from his forehead before leaving the ring. “I don’t know what to say, Comet, and neither does this audience. Vlad de Burrov has been brutalized, and his championship has been…it was stolen, Comet, dear God, Silent has stolen the IGNML World Championship belt.”

 

“This is a sad day for truth and justice, my friend,” sighs a deeply disturbed Cyclone Comet. “We need some medical attention out here right away, please…”

 

The camera shows us an unconscious Vlad de Burrov in the corner of the ring, oblivious to the music and to the deafening silence of the crowd as Silent leaves with his new championship belt. We cut to Silent standing atop the entrance ramp, cane and belt raised high in the air, as the music plays on and the crowd, silently, files out the exits.

 

The arena is silent except for the champion’s music.

 

And slowly, that fades away too.

 

We starwipe to a commercial.

[Guest Muzz]

You're the third or fourth person to use Eminem lyrics in the title of a topic. I hate that.

 

The match was a classic though, great stuff Silent.

[Guest redbaron51]

it was a great match

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

If I ever dig up one of my old matches, I'll splice in some lyrics from "Criminal" to make it a little varied.

 

A pretty sweet match. Ah, Vlad de Burrov, one of the strangest characters we've ever seen. He got his big Russian booty creamed here, though.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

*Cough*noshowedthatmatchcuziwasfacingdf/oconwfppv*cough*

 

*coughagain*thismatchrulesmore*endcough*

 

 

 

The camera shows a shot of the State of Liberty, silhouetted against New York Harbor. It then cuts back to a blimp shot of the Garden before panning back inside. The camera moves down the entry ramp slowly, showing the tables lining one side and the ladders lining the other. Sitting at ringside is the injured Chris Raynor and Spark, who are holding a large “Vlad Got Me Here” sign. The camera then comes up to Comet and Axis, who look a little tired after the long night of match calling. “Welcome back to Retribution,” greets Axis. “The second ever IGNML Pay-per-view has been memorable to say the least, but it’s going to get a whole lot more memorable. Because right now, we have a three way TLC match for the IGNML World Championship!”

 

“I cannot describe my excitement,” giggles Comet. “We get to see Spider Nekura, perhaps the sickest, most purely evil champion the IGNML has ever seen. Then we have Apoc-X, who battled through the World Title tournament and faced Spider in an absolute war down in Australia, which he lost, but not after a true classic. And the last piece of this puzzle is Vlad De Burrov. Perhaps the fastest rising star in either minor leagues, Vlad gave up his Western United States title to get a shot at prime time, and this is it.”

 

“Vlad wasn’t sure about his choice,” continues Axis, “until he got to the Garden. Once he saw the set, what the atmosphere would be like, he was set. He wanted this chance. But Apoc has already gone through one Clansman in Silence to get this shot, and don’t think that this rough neck can’t compete with the high-flying Spider or the towering Vlad. He has the strength to take down Vlad and speed to compete with Spider. But the whole object of this match…is to get up there.” He points up to the IGNML World Championship belt, hanging high above the ring.

 

“But there is no question going in, that Spider is the favorite,” reminds Comet. “This is a ladder match. A high-flyer’s dream. More specifically, a TLC match. Tables, Ladders and the chairs, of course. Spider can use them all to his advantage-“

 

“Then again, so can Vlad and Apoc,” cuts of Axis.

 

“I was just getting to that.” Comet is interrupted as Funyon has climbed into the ring and has the mike raised.

 

Funyon – “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a TLC match for the IGNML World Championship! (The crowd cheers wildly.) First, the challengers.”

 

The lights dim and "Links" by Rammstein starts to play. A red X flashes on the IGNtron as the sound of soldiers marching echoes throughout the arena. The music hits its peak and red pyro shoot from the rafters and hit the platform. Sparks fly everywhere and left standing is Apoc X holding a flamethrower. He pulls the trigger and shoots in a 90-degree rotation facing towards the ring.

 

Funyon – “First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Melbourne, Australia..he represents Red Storm Rising……..APOC…….X!

 

The crowd goes nuts as he then walks down the ramp and stashes the flamethrower under the ring. Apoc climbs into the ring and gets the crowd going even more with a random taunt. He turns to the entrance way, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he looks up at the belt.

 

The words “Like Vlad, If I could be like Vlad” echo through the arena and the crowd leaps to its feet, turning towards the entranceway. “Livin’ in America” kicks up as Vlad De Burrov walks out onto the stage, Gatorade towel over his head. He stands there a few moments, then rips it off as red, white and blue pyro go off, causing the crowd to pop even louder. Vlad makes his way down to the ring, smiling at the crowd.

 

Funyon – “Making his way to the ring…weighing in at 400 pounds and hailing from St. Petersburg, Russia….VLAD DE BURRRROOOOOV!”

 

The crowd continues cheering as Vlad walks up the steps and goes over the top rope, looking at Apoc as he goes and stands in the opposite corner, waiting for the champion and final opponent while staring at the glittering gold above his head. The crowd begins to boo loudly in anticipation. “They know who is coming,” notes Axis quietly.

 

The arena lights fade out slowly and then after five seconds of complete darkness, multi-colored lights start to flash on and off. The familiar guitar riff from the beginning of Papa Roach’s ‘Between Angels and Insects’ begins, loudening the chorus of boos. Then the opening lyrics begin. “There’s no money, there’s no possessions, only obsession, I don’t need that shit. Take my money, take my obsession…” The heavier part of the song kicks up, marking the arrival of Nekura on the ramp, clad in a black hooded robe, but minus his belt. His head is down and arms outstretched in a ‘scarecrow’ pose. Nekura soaks up the crowd’s hostile noise for a few moments, his shadowy figure lit up from time to time by the camera flashes and spotlights, before making his way down the ramp.

 

Funyon – “And the champion…weighing in at 224 pounds…the leader of the Clan…the Reaper…the masker sadist….he is SPIDER NEKUUURRRA! (The crowd screams hostilities at the man they’ve long hated)

 

He ignores the booing crowd and then climbs up onto the side of the apron. Nekura climbs the top turnbuckle and outstretches his arms, posing for a few moments before jumping down to the canvas and then pulling back his black hood. He removes his robe and looks at both of his competitors, then back up at the belt. A sadistic smile crosses his face as the bell rings.

 

DING DING DING

 

All three men look at each other, not sure how to start. Spider makes the first move, barreling into Apoc with a shoulder block but hardly moving him. Vlad stands out of the way as Apoc whips Spider against the ropes, only to be taking down by a flying fore arm. Apoc gets right back to his feet, but Spider is ready, planting Apoc to the mat with a snap suplex. Vlad doesn’t hesitate to rush in, pounding on the champion with hard right hands. Spider blocks one and delivers a kick to the stomach, but it hardly fazes Vlad who cuts through Spider with a clothesline.

 

“Vlad takes control early, as you would expect,” states Comet. “Apoc is getting back to his feet and he just hit Vlad from behind, drilling him in the back with fore arms. That doesn’t do anything, either, and Vlad grabs Apoc with one hand and throw the 270 pound man into the corner like a play thing. As he comes out, Vlad drives his foot into Apoc’s head with the “Vlad’s Got Pop” big boot. Apoc is back down on the mat, and he rolls to the outside.”

 

Spider recovers and grabs Vlad from behind, trying to pick him up with a belly to back suplex, he fails and Vlad nails him in the jaw with some elbows. Spider bounces back and tries to take down Vlad with another clothesline, still not getting anywhere. Vlad just stands there and Spider tries for an Irish whip, but he has it reversed. As he comes bouncing off the ropes, Vlad grabs him from behind and guides him over the top rope to the outside to a huge pop.

 

Apoc begins to use the match stipulations to his advantage first, grabbing a chair and rolling into the ring. He waits for Vlad to turn around and dents it over his head, sending the large Russian stumbling back, but he still remains on his feet. Frustrated, Apoc bounces off the ropes and tries for an overhead shot, but Vlad grabs him around the neck, looking for a chokeslam! The crowd cheers, but Apoc breaks free with another chair shot to Vlad’s head, who still does not go down.

 

“What is it going to take to put Vlad down,” comments Axis. “Apoc is climbing up on the second rope…he leaps off with a brutal chair shot! Vlad still doesn’t go down, he just wobbles there, stunned. Apoc goes to the second rope again, leaps off..another chair shot! The former Western US champ is still on his feet as Apoc goes to the top rope..leaps off…AND TAKES VLAD OFF HIS FEET WITH YET ANOTHER WICKED CHAIR SHOT!”

 

Vlad is finally off his feet, and he is busted open early. Apoc capitalizes, stomping away at his fallen form. Vlad struggles trying to pull himself up to his feet, while Spider grabs another chair on the outside and slips into the ring unnoticed, or so we think. He goes to bring the chair around Apoc’s skull but is met with a mule kick. He backs off, dropping the chair and Apoc goes to work on the champion, laying into him with some hard rights and left, trying to brawl with the smaller man. Spider realizes this doesn’t bode well for him and as Apoc whips him off the ropes, he comes back and spins the Red Storm Rising member with a headscissors takedown. Vlad is still leaning on the ropes and Spider clears him out of the ring with a clothesline, dropping him to the cement floor below.

 

“Spider has methodically taken control of this match,” points out Comet. “He waited for Apoc to take down Vlad, took out Apoc and now he has him isolated in the ring. You can’t win by pinfalls or submissions in this match, but if your opponent is unconscious or can’t walk….it gives you a better chance of getting up the ladder.”

 

Spider pulls Apoc to his feet and blasts him with some hard knife-edge chops. The crowd WOOOs along, uncaring of who is doing the chopping. Apoc is thrown into the corner and Spider follows him in, splashing across his chest with a jumping calf kick. As Apoc slowly makes his way out of the corner, Spider drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold. He grabs his knee and slams it hard into the mat before rolling to the outside. Spider makes the first move for the ladder, which is alongside three others of its kind up the sides of the entry ramp. He makes it to the ladder, but gets no farther as Vlad smashes into him with a elbow to the back of his head.

 

Spider drops the steel ramp and rolls up it and Vlad instantly pulls him up to his feet and whips him hard into the barricade. Spider drops to his knees, but is met with a rising knee from Vlad, standing him up for an instant before he is dropped back down to the mat. Vlad pulls Spider up and throws him over the top of the barricade into the crowd, who has to be held back by a large team of security personnel in their efforts to get to the World Champ.

 

Vlad grabs the ladder and jogs back down to the ring, tossing the stairway to the championship over the top into the ring. Vlad follows it, but as he goes to pick it up, Apoc smashes his face into it with a double axe handle to the back of the neck. Vlad is out of it as Apoc pulls him to his feet, whips him into the ropes and with an astonishing display of strength, drops Vlad onto the ladder with a powerslam. The crowd cheers Apoc on as he rolls Vlad out of the ring and begins to set up the ladder.

 

“Apoc is going to try and end this thing early on,” declares Axis as Apoc begins to climb the ladder. “Vlad isn’t looking so hot on the outside…and where is Spider? Oh lord…Spider is slowly creeping up onto the apron and Apoc has no idea he’s there. Apoc is halfway up the ladder and Spider is directly behind him. The sadist springboards off the top, reaches up to the neck of Apoc…AND TAKES HIM TO THE GROUND WITH A MODIFEID REVERSE DDT!”

 

The high-flying Spider nearly snaps Apoc’s neck in two as he takes him off the ladder hard to the mat. With Apoc seemingly gone, and Vlad not visible on the outside, Spider begins to climb the ladder, eager to retain his title. He makes it a quarter of the way up, when Vlad suddenly becomes visible. And he has the table he just pulled out of the ring beside him. Spider sees him and lets out a curse as he leaps off the ladder, just before it is struck by the table that Vlad has hurled like a missile! The ladder tips over as Spider lands hard, rolling up to his feet and getting out of the way. The crowd cheers as Vlad steps up on the apron and wipes the blood out of his eyes and stares at Spider, who rises to his feet, showing no fear whatsoever. The crowd begins to cheer loudly in anticipation.

 

The two men meet in the center of the ring, trading right hands. Vlad’s rights rock Spider to his core, but he just bounces back, putting his whole body in hooks that connect with Vlad’s chin. Vlad goes for a European uppercut but Spider moves out of the way and connects with a spinning calf kick, catching Vlad across the side of the neck. He drops to one knee and Spider takes the advantage, bouncing off the ropes, leaping over Vlad and dropping him with a flipping neck breaker. Vlad bounces off the mat and Spider gets to his feet, trying to shake off the effects of so many hard hits to his head. With Vlad on the ground, Spider notices the table that nearly killed him and he begins to set it up.

 

“I think Spider should take notice of Apoc,” notices Comet. “He’s recovered from that sweet looking DDT and now he is pulling tables down from the sides of the entry ramp. He has two, check that, three set up now. He just added a fourth and now has a stack of tables, two by two!”

 

“Spider doesn’t care much about the outside of the ring right now,” says Axis. “Right now, he wants to destroy Vlad. Spider manages to get the big man on the table and now he is slowly making his way up top, keeping his eye on Vlad the entire time. He balances and prepares to leap off the top, but Apoc takes his leg out from under, causing Spider to lose his balance and fall crotch-first onto the top ropes. He lets out a howl of pain as Apoc climbs around in front of Spider, showing some balance of his own. He cinches him up for a vertical suplex, but this delay has given Vlad time to recover.”

 

Vlad rolls off the table groggily and sees the action right in front of him. He pulls himself up between Apoc and Spider, grabs Apoc around the waist, steps forward and DELIVERS A VICSOUS POWERBOMB RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd pops loudly as the first table of the match is broken, but they are silenced as Spider leaps off the top and plants Vlad in the back with a missile drop kick. Spider has the power in the match yet again, as he picks up the pace with his quick, high-flying maneuvers.

 

Vlad gets to his feet and Spider is on him like a…well…spider to its prey. He immediately lines up with Vlad and connects with a roundhouse kick to right to his face then drives his feet into Vlad’s chest with a standing drop kick, sending the challenger back. With Vlad unsteady on his feet, Spider slides through his legs, takes him down and tries to apply the Spider’s Web, as the crowd boos loudly.

 

“If Spider can get this locked in,” warns Comet. “It could be the end for Vlad. The pain would be excruciating. But Spider is having a tough time trying to manipulate Vlad’s large body. He can’t quite get the legs locked and the face lock at the same time, so Vlad is able to pump his legs forward, sending Spider chest first into the corner. As he comes back towards the big man, Vlad grabs him, picks him up and drops him to the ground with a belly-to-back suplex!”

 

All three men are down on the mat, but Vlad gets to a vertical position quicker. He grabs Spider and throws him to the outside once again and he begins to set up the ladder, positioning it directly under the title. He begins to climb up the ladder, slowly approaching the top. Slowly and unsurely, Apoc makes his way to his feet. He sees that Vlad is halfway up the ladder and falls forward, tipping the ladder over and dropping Vlad throat first on the top rope!

 

Spider Nekura, meanwhile, is on the outside assembly his own stack of tables opposite of Apoc’s intimidating four. He gets two set up, side by side, before Apoc crawls to the outside and comes around after him. Spider turns around to take a stiff head BUTT, then another and another. He falls back against the barricade, dazed, before Apoc pulls him away. The leader of the Clan is thrown hard into the steel steps, the hollow sound resonating throughout the arena as the steps tumble over along with Spider. The crowd cheers loudly as Apoc pulls Spider up on the steps, in a powerbomb position, facing the tables. He lifts Spider high up in the air in a crucifix position, preparing him to be crushed through the pair of tables.

 

“Apoc is trying once again to put Spider through a table,” yells Comet over the roar of the crowd. “He has him up in the air…but Spider slips off! Apoc turns around to face the champ, but Spider drops him off of the steps with jawbreaker, sending him to the cement floor. Apoc fails once again to put Spider through a table, this time with Spider saving himself.”

 

Apoc’s efforts don’t go to nil, as Spider is left on the outside, breathing heavily. Apoc is down, trying to rub the soreness out of his jaw as Vlad slowly rolls to the outside near the ramp. He now grabs a table and tosses it into the ring, ignoring the ladder that had just scorned him. He sets up the table, locks the legs and flips it over near the center of the ring. He turns and sees Spider and Apoc down on the outside, before heading out after them. Vlad hops over the top rope and drops to the floor in front of the announcer’s table, before beginning to tear it apart.

 

“Ohhh,” moans Axis. “We just got it fixed. Vlad has just pulled one of the monitors out of the tables and he is waiting for Spider to turn around. He does and Vlad charges, but Spider ducks the shot and sends Vlad into the barricade, the monitor crushing his stomach and after it is forced into the corner of the barricade! Smart move by Spider, using his surroundings against Vlad. As the large, mohawked mans drops to his knees, Spider picks up the mangled monitor. He raises it high above his head…AND IS SPEARED INTO THE BARRICADE BY APOC X!”

 

The crowd bursts into chants of “Apoc…X!, Apoc…..X!, Apoc….X!” as the fan favorite pulls Spider up to his feet and takes him down with a big hip toss onto the cement. Spider’s body bounces hard and the crowd “Oooo’s” as Apoc picks him up once more and rams with head first into the front of the announcer’s table, the thump resounding through the arena as Spider drops to the ground. Apoc points at Spider, then to the table and the crowd cheers even louder.

 

The moans of the announcing crew are muffled out as Apoc crawls up on the table, Spider with him. He pulls Spider down in a reverse DDT position, and signals to the crowd he’s going for the Apocaplex. He lifts Spider high in the air, preparing to drop him with a brainbuster, but Spider won’t allow it, raking his hand across the eyes of Apoc, causing him to drop Spider down to the floor. Spider grabs the ring bell and quickly, while Apoc is still temporarily blinded, swipes it into his knee, dropping Apoc to the table. He swings the bell up, driving it into Apoc’s jaw and putting him down for the moment. With Apoc momentarily out of it, Spider hooks the leg of Apoc and lifts him high in the air. He spins a few moments, then sends Apoc’s head to the ground, completing the Nenshou Kasui. The crowd boos loudly as Apoc is thwarted once again.

 

Vlad has recovered and he sees Spider getting to his knees, and then crawling into the ring, trying to set up the ladder. Vlad realizes that probably wouldn’t be the best thing, and he heads up onto the apron and over the top, looking to intercept Spider. He manages to do that, driving a knee into the cruiserweights stomach and scoop slamming him right on the half open ladder lying on the ground. The crowd cheers as Vlad picks Spider up once more and puts him on his shoulder. He points ahead, runs forward and slams Spider to the mat with the “Lucy I’m Home” running powerslam. He then rolls Spider up on the table.

 

“Vlad is trying to put Spider away yet again,” announces Comet. “Apoc has tried suplexing him, powerbombing him and Apocaplexing him, but Spider has somehow gotten out of all of those attempts. Now Vlad is going to try for the Total Request Dive. This probably isn’t the best move in the world, but Vlad is slowly climbing up onto the turnbuckle. The crowd gets to its feet, but Spider is slowly turning, facing Vlad. I don’t think the big guy notices as he leaps in the air…BUT SPIDER EXTENDS HIS FEET, CUTTING OFF VLAD IN MID-AIR! What a reversal by Spider.”

 

Spider avoids going through the table once again and as he crouches, trying to shake the cob webs(no pun intended) out. He looks over and sees that Apoc still is lifeless out on the cement, he decides to go aerial. Spider leaps up to the turnbuckle in an amazing display of agility, and springs off, performing a perfect 450 splash. Problem being, Apoc rolls his knees up and Spider’s torso is crushed. The air rushes out of the IGNML World Champion as Apoc rolls back over on his stomach, a smile on his face.

 

“Oh buddy,” exclaims Axis. “Apoc has that look in his eye. This does not look good for Spider. Apoc just rolled Spider into the ring and he follows, picking up Spider’s motionless body and dropping it across his knee with a back breaker. He sets up Spider in a tree of woe in the corner, but before he can progress further, Vlad runs him down with a clothesline.”

 

Apoc gets right back to his feet, disoriented, but ready for the other combatant. Vlad De Burrov stands a few feet away from Apoc X, hands in a defensive position. Apoc takes the first swing, connecting hard to Vlad’s jaw, but he is pushed away by the larger man as he takes a swing with a right hook. Apoc ducks it, catches Vlad around the waist and with yet another unbelievable show of force, sambo suplexs Vlad to the mat! The crowd breaks into another chant for Apoc.

 

Apoc pulls Vlad to his feet, grabs a chair and begins to dissect Vlad with it, nailing shot after stinging shot. Vlad writhes in pain before rolling to the outside to avoid further punishment. As Apoc makes sure Vlad is out of the ring, Spider untangles himself in the corner. Apoc turns around and he is immediately thrown against the ropes. He tries to hold the chair up for defense, but is instead caught with a high leg clothesline, driving it into his face. Apoc drops to the mat, the blood beginning to flow. Spider picks him up, and takes him over with another snap suplex.

 

Spider then bails out of the ring and heads up the ramp, he looks over the ladders for a few seconds and picks out the largest one. He slides it into the ring and begins to set it up near the edge of the ring beside the quadruple table stack.. As he locks the second brace, Apoc sends a double-axe handle into his back, dropping Spider to his knees. With Spider down, Apoc starts to try and lock on a camel clutch, but Spider fights it and drops forward, clothes lining Apoc on the ladder brace. Apoc gets right back up to his feet, but Spider is waiting. He picks Apoc up on his shoulders, begins to take him over in a fireman’s carry, but instead plants him to the mat with a Michonoku driver-

 

“SPIDER DRIVER!” cries Axis. “Spider has just taken down Apoc with his finisher. This cannot be good for Apoc. Spider just slid out of the ring and he’s sliding another table into the ring. He doesn’t get time to trail it, as Vlad hits him from behind. Spider turns around to face the giant and Vlad takes a swing at him. Spider ducks it and heads back towards the announce table. Vlad follows and Spider goes for a spin kick, but Vlad catches his foot! He spins Spider around, grabs him by the throat and yells out “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The crowd replies with a deafening “WHAT ARE YOOUU DOING?” as Vlad lifts Spider high into the air AND CHOKESLAMS HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!”

 

The crowd is screaming loudly as Spider is nearly flattened by the force of the chokeslam. Vlad rolls back into the ring and positions the ladder under the belt again and he begins to climb. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Vlad nears the top, but Apoc has managed to recover from the Spider Driver and is starting to climb behind Vlad. He pulls Vlad foot out, causing the climbing man to stop and try and steady himself. Apoc uses this to his advantage, climbing up over top of Vlad-

 

“What the hell is Apoc trying to do?” questions Comet. “He has Vlad in a reverse DDT position….he wouldn’t…he can’t. The crowd remains on their feet as Apoc positions his feet on either side of Vlad, tightens his hold around Vlad’s head, and leaps off the top…..DROPPING VLAD WITH THE APOCAPLEX OFF THE LADDER! How did he do that?”

 

The screen splits to show a view from above as Vlad is dropped to the mat with a huge brainbuster from the ladder. Back to live TV, Apoc unsteadily gets to his feet and pulls Vlad up to his. He rolls Vlad onto the table and begins to climb up to the top of the 20 foot ladder. As he reaches the top, the crowd screams in anticipation. Apoc holds himself sturdily on the top of the ladder, but Spider Nekura has slowly recovered from the chokeslam. He slides into the ring right behind the large ladder and begins to pull up on the bottom rung. Apoc feels the ladder tipping and dives off, trying to save himself, but he is crushed between the two ladders! The crowd boos loudly as Spider rolls Vlad off the table and tosses him to the outside in front of the announcer’s table.

 

“I’m not sure what Spider is planning on doing to Vlad,” inquires Axis, “but he is grabbing yet another chair. Vlad is somewhat aware, as he reaches under the ring and pulls out a trashcan lid. Spider comes at Vlad with the chair, not realizing Vlad has the lid. Vlad takes a swipe at Spider’s head, trying to decapitate with the metal, but Spider ducks it, turns around…BLACK MIST! Vlad is blinded as Spider cracks the chair over his head, sending him wobbling around the ring post towards the two tables set up side by side. Spider strikes him again the rolls Vlad onto the table. This doesn’t look good.”

 

The crowd realizes that and begins to chant “Vlad, Vlad, Vlad” as Spider dents the chair over him a few more times. He tosses it to the side and rolls back into the ring. He looks over at Apoc, stomps him a few times to make sure he is down, then gets across the ring from Vlad. He sprints across, grabs the top rope and floats through the air in a perfect shooting star press. He comes down…AND PUTS VLAD THROUGH TWO TABLES WITH THE BLACK WIDOW BOMB!

 

The crowd’s chants change to “Holy sh*t, Holy sh*t, Holy sh*t” as Spider and Vlad both lay motionless on the outside amidst a pile of crushed wood. Vlad is down for the count but Spider makes it to his feet, his footing unsure. He slides back into the ring, the crowd beginning to boo as Spider sets up the ladder under the belt, adjacent to the table brought into the ring oh so long ago. Spider begins to climb, sure of himself as Apoc is listless in the corner. He makes it half way up when Apoc rolls to his feet, the crowd cheering loudly. Spider doesn’t see him until it is to late and Apoc has made his way up the ladder. He puts one foot on the rung below Spider and the other on the brace. He puts his shoulder along the side of Spider and pushes off…HITTING THE RETRIBUTION OFF THE LADDER THROUGH THE TABLE!

 

“My Gawd!” screams Comet. “Apoc just used the Retribution, Outcast’s finisher and the namesake of this pay-per-view, to put Spider through a table. Apoc has done it. He’s put someone through a table and now all he has to do is climb up the ladder and grab the gold pot at the end of the rainbow.”

 

The crowd gets to their feet as Apoc climbs the ladder towards the belt, no one standing in his way. Vlad is still out of it on the outside and Spider is not moving right beside him. He makes it two-thirds of the way up the ladder when the crowd erupts into loud boos as Thoth and Silent make their way down to the ring.

 

“The Clan!” exclaims Axis. “Apoc sees them coming but there is little he can do except continue climbing, so he does. He nears the top, a few rungs away when the Clansmen enter the ring. They climb up the ladder quickly, Thoth on the opposite side of Apoc and Silent coming up behind him, cane in hand. Apoc sees the men convening on him and he reaches up for the belt, his fingers grazing it. As he goes to step up the last rung, his knee is bashed with the steel tip of Silent’s cane! No..this is robbery!”

 

Thoth reaches the top as well and begins to punch the slowed Apoc. Apoc struggles to hold onto the ladder, turning away from the belt and stomping at Silent, who simply drives the cane into his groin. He yells something inaudible at Thoth and he nods. Thoth puts Apoc in a headlock as Silent reaches up and grabs his legs. They both leap off at the same time..HITTING A BULLDOG/REVERSE POWERBOMB ON APOC X!

 

“That move was sickening,” groans Comet. “Apoc has just been destroyed by the Clan, who are awakening Spider. Their leader seems to be rejuvenated, getting to his feet and shouting orders. Why doesn’t he just go for the damn belt? They set up the large ladder again and then hold Apoc against the other ladder as Spider slowly ascends to the top of the twenty foot ladder. A move from this height would kill Apoc! Just finish the damn match.”

 

Spider gets to the top of the ladder and the crowd begins to boo even louder than before. Their boos immediately turn to cheers as Vlad pulls down the top rope trying to get himself up on the apron, chair in hand. He looks up at Spider, a look of primal rage in his eyes as he climbs up the ladder. Spider notices him at the last second, but it is too late as Vlad cracks the chair into his back twice. Thoth and Silent release Apoc and begin to scale up after their master, trying to save him. Vlad sees them coming and springs into action. He grabs Spider under the arms and looks down at Thoth, who is quickly climbing towards him.

 

“He couldn’t,” utters Axis in awe.

 

“He wouldn’t,” hopes Comet, looking up at the ladder intently.

 

Their fears are realized as Vlad leaps off the top of the ladder, flash bulbs exploding like never before, with Spider high above his head in a Razor’s Edge position. He releases him…AND AIR BURROVS SPIDER TO THE OUTSIDE AND THROUGH FOUR TABLES! The crowd bursts into loud chants of “I-G-N” and “Vlad” as Vlad lands hard right next to the ropes, his knees giving out. He drops to the mat just as Silent and Thoth reach him, stomping away. The crowd somehow gets louder as Apoc comes from behind Silentand knocks him to the ground.

 

“Vlad has just destroyed Spider Nekura,” states Axis, “and now to win this match, he and Apoc must team together to take out the remaining members of the Clan. Vlad’s move gave Apoc enough time to recover, and now he is squaring off with Silent as Vlad battles Thoth. Thoth and Vlad trade hard right hands as Apoc whips Silent off the ropes. He grabs him, looks for the Apocaplex, but Silent spins out of it and catches Apoc with a hard belly-to-belly suplex. Thoth punishes Vlad with some hard uppercuts before grabbing a chair and attempting to ram it into Vlad’s already blood-spattered head. Instead, Vlad punches the chair back into Thoth’s face!”

 

Apoc is not as lucky as he gets to his knees, and Silent grabs a chair, bringing it down over the head of Apoc, dropping him to the ground. He holds the back of his head as Silent reaches out for his cane. He raises it high above his head, ready to drive it into the skull of Apoc, but Vlad grabs him from behind, spins him around and head butts him. Silent stumbles back, but Thoth grabs Vlad from behind and rakes his eyes. Vlad can’t see as both Clansmen attempt to whip him into the ropes. As he come backs, they attempt to double suplex him. They can’t get Vlad off the ground and instead he grabs their heads and delivers the Meeting of the Minds! Both men drop to their knees and Vlad grabs the chair. He dents it over the head of Thoth, flips it over so it’s dented downward and pops it over the head of Silent, keeping both men on the ground.

 

“Vlad has taken out both Thoth and Silent,” rambles Axis excitedly. “He sees the ladder and begins to climb, very slowly, the loss of blood starting to get to him. Oh my god….(Axis is in shock as he looks over to where Spider should be broken in half)..Spider Nekura is back to his feet! That man is so suicidal, so sadistic, that a powerbomb off a ladder through four tables will not keep him away from retaining his title!”

 

The camera pans back to show Spider, rising like a zombie from his grave with blood speckled over his mask, pulls himself into the ring and begins to climb the ladder. The camera zooms out, showing the entire ring with the Retribution set in the background. As Vlad nears the top of the ladder, oh so close to winning the championship, Spider reaches the top of the larger one. He sees his title in jeopardy and leaps off the top, arms flailing, and grabs onto the opposite side of Vlad’s ladder! The ladder nearly teeters over, but steadies itself as the IGNML World Champion begins to trade right hands with his challenger atop the ladders.

 

“This is just to much action for me,” cries out Comet. “Spider and Vlad are up on top of that ladder, battling like two gladiators. Spider delivers a thumb to the eye of Vlad and pulls back, preparing to spray the Black Mist. Vlad senses it coming and delivers a head BUTT to the jaw of Spider, knocking him back. He nearly falls off the ladder, but holds on, black liquid trickling down the sides of his mouth. He reaches up for the title, trying to grab what has belonged to him for the past few weeks, but instead..VLAD PICKS HIM UP ABOVE HIS HEAD IN A GORILLA PRESS! Spider isn’t out of it as he reaches for the title which is now level with him. His hands grasp at it, trying to get a grip. He does and tugs on it…JUST AS VLAD DROPS HIM TO THE GROUND, HIS SWEAT AND BLOOD-COVERED HANDS SLIPPING OFF OF THE GOLD!”

 

“This is it,” screams Axis over the roar of the crowd. “Spider’s down. Thoth’s down. Silent’s down. Vlad reaches up for the belt, unfastens it..and pulls it off! HE DID IT! VLAD DE BURROV IS OUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!”

 

The bell sounds, barely audible over the roar of the crowd who are screaming and jumping up and down in happiness. Funyon stands up from his seat. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW I-G-N-M-L WORLD CHAMPION…..VLAD DE BURRROOOV!”

 

“It’s over,” declares Comet. “After a hellacious war, Vlad has come through and won the World Championship! This is truly a great night in IGNML history. Second ever pay-per-view in history, with a new World Championship. And The Clan has finally been defeated.”

 

“Vlad slowly climbs down the ladder, embracing his belt,” continues Axis. “The crowd is singing along to “Livin’ In America” and- DAMMIT! The Clan is back to its feet and they are triple-teaming Vlad. The music cuts off and is replaced by the booing of the crowd. What a way for Vlad’s night to end-“

 

“Hold on a second, partner!” cheers Comet. “Xero and Iceman are on their way to the ring. Iceman with a stiff cane shot to Thoth and Xero knocks Silent over with a big clothesline. Spider comes up from behind, low blow on Xero! This sucks! (The crowd bursts into even louder cheers) Insane Luchador, John Doe and Brimstone are on their way to the ring. And Apoc X is back to his feet! The Clan is outnumbered, one of the few times this happens, and they bail out of the ring. His fellow wrestlers pull Vlad to his feet and hand him his title belt again.”

 

Apoc X walks over to Vlad and extends his hand, wiping the blood off of his brow with the other. Vlad takes and the crowd pops as Apoc raises Vlad’s hand in victory. “Vlad said everyone in the back was sick of the Clan,” proclaims Axis. “And they just showed it here, coming to the aid of Vlad. The Clan is walking up the ramp defeated, and Vlad and half of the IGNML roster is celebrating in the ring. “Livin’ In America” kicks back up as Vlad climbs up onto the turnbuckle, holds his belt out and lets out a loud cry of victory. What a night for the big guy.”

 

The camera shows all of the wrestlers coming up and congratulating Vlad. He and Xero embrace as Comet chimes in. “This is a might we’ll always remember. For Axis, I am Cyclooooone Comet! Thanks for tuning in. See you next time!” The logo for Retribution appears in the corner of the screen with a final shot of Vlad De Burrov holding his title belt high into the air, Madison Square Garden giving him a standing ovation.

[Guest Kibagami]

Oh, yeah??? Well, here's a match I...

 

What's that? I don't have Insider and can't go find more matches?

 

Fine, then, I'll just...

 

What?

 

I no-showed from that match 'till a very long time afterwards?

 

...

...

 

::shakes fist at the sky::

 

You may have won this battle, Wilson, BUT THE WAR GOES ON!!!

 

What?

 

We aren't fighting a war?

 

::kills his Voice of Reason::

 

I was getting tired of his analytical shit anyway.

 

This mildly psychotic post has been brought to you by:

 

S.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Haha...you silly. That was a good match you wrote, though. Mine was just better. =)

 

And if its a war you want!...I don't have Insider either. Maybe we can just write matches and pretend they're old.

[Guest Kibagami]

Done.

 

"Wilson hits the Platnium Nightmare! Silent no-sells! Wilson runs away screaming!"

 

That's MY match...you'll have to excuse its briefness, Neverwinter Nights comes a-callin'.

 

S.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Give me some requests people, and I'll dig some shit up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shit half the stuff I say I just make it up, to make you mad, so you can kiss my white naked ass! And if it's not a rapper that I make it as, I'll be a fucking rapist in a Jason mask!

 

I'm a criminal!

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

If anyone needs stuff dug up, just PM me, and I'll go hunting for it. Having a date for it would be helpful.