NIGHT ONE!
blood and whiskey.
blood and whiskey.
Which song best suits your mood now: Chicago hip hop or hard rock?
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FIRST BLOOD MATCH
HISTORY First Blood. No, not the Rambo movie, the wrestling match. The object of the match is to get your opponent to bleed before you do. Both of these men are very good at making their opponent bleed, and they're going to show just who is the toughest between them. No titles, no quirky gimmicks, no special effects; just their blood for the masses. |
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| DING DING! Eric Emerson: The following match is a First Blood Match! Introducing first, hailing from The Bowery... The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Saliva’s “I Walk Alone” blares through the speakers. “I walk alone
I walk for miles inside this of pit of danger A place where no one follows me I walk alone” “Yeah I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads I've never understood a damn thing that they said From words to actions Never knowing what they're about I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out And I'll say yeah” Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope. Eric Emerson: He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds and stands seven feet tall... “I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the world has fallen on me I walk alone” Eric Emerson: He is... DEACON FROST!!! The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the corner with Vicious and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down. Eric Emerson: And his opponent for the evening… weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, standing six feet, five inches, from the streets of Baltimore, Maryland, he is HEEEEELLLLIXXXX!! CUEUP: “Hello/Goodbye” by Lupe Fiasco. A few seconds into the song, HELIX emerges from a random place in the crowd, cigarette in mouth, a 40 oz. in his hand. He is a tall, muscular African-American wearing a black trenchcoat over camouflage pants and construction boots. He slowly moves through the crowd, enjoying his cigarette and drinking his beer. He climbs over the guard rail, throws the butt to the ground, steps on it, chugs the rest of his beer and gives it to a random fan in the crowd. He takes his trenchcoat off, throws it to the ground and jumps into the ring. Deacon Frost rushes Helix, flipping him into the air with a wicked clothesline. As soon as Helix crashes back-first onto the canvas, Frost scoops him up and spins around to plant him into the mat once again, this time with a power slam. Helix rolls into the corner, staring up at The Monster as the referee keeps Frost back. Helix pulls himself up to his feet and charges Deacon with a wild tackle. Frost stops him dead in his tracks with a big boot, however, then picks him up by the throat. Rentfro: Up we go... McDaniel: And down we go! As Deacon Frost delivers a spine-shattering chokeslam! Helix tries to roll out of the ring to regroup, but Frost catches him by the legs. Rather than dragging him back inside the ring, Deacon drops backwards to the canvas to execute a vicious stungun, sending Helix's throat crashing up into the bottom rope. Helix rolls around on the apron, clutching his throat, as Deacon Frost stalks his opponent. The Monster steps out onto the apron, running towards Helix to hit a guillotine leg drop upon his prone opponent. Rentfro: Deacon Frost is really being vicious tonight. McDaniel: That's why they call him The Monster, Brian. Rentfro: Monster huh? I wonder what Project-X thinks about that. McDaniel: I don't know. Why don't you go ask him? Rentfro: ...I'll pass, thanks. Back in the ring, both men are exchanging blows, fists and forearms flying, when Deacon Frost nails Helix with a particularly nasty throat thrust, sending Helix reeling as he cluthes his throat yet one more time. Turning his back on his adversary proves to be an unwise choice, as Deacon lifts Helix up into a gorilla press before sending him crashing into the canvas with a Samoan drop. Frost drags his opponent back to his feet, locking in a bearhug and squeezing with almost inhuman might. Helix tries to rally back, headbutting his opponent, but Deacon Frost refuses to relent. Helix slips an arm free to rake Deacon's eyes, but that only serves to piss off The Monster even more as he plants him into the mat with spine-numbing force. Rentfro: I'm not sure how much more of this punishment Helix can take. He hasn't managed to mount an effective offense yet. McDaniel: Deacon Frost is trying to send a message here tonight through Helix, and if the man doesn't do something to stop it soon this may very well be the last we see of Helix. Deacon Frost whips Helix into the corner, following close behind to deliver a big clothesline. Frost drapes Helix across his shoulders then climbs to the second rope, leaping off with a super Frost Bite. Deacon covers, but the official reminds him this is a first blood match, not a regular bout. Deacon gets a sick grin on his face and applies an inverted facelock on his opponent, applying a dragon sleeper. The Monster spins, whipping Helix off his feet, then performs a dragon sleeper suplex that sends his adversary flying up and over the ring ropes to crash down onto the cold unforgiving hard ringside floor. McDaniel: Helix isn't moving! I think he's out cold! Rentfro: After a move like that he'll be lucky to still be alive, and Frost still isn't finished! McDaniel: He can't be finished until one or the other of those two men is bleeding. Which spells serious injury for Helix if he doesn't get busted open soon. Deacon Frost grabs Helix by his hair and drags him to the international announce team's table. Frost clears the desk as the announcers scatter. Deacon Frost tosses Helix on top of the desk then steps up after him. The Monster calls for The Cold Shoulder and sends his opponent's head crashing down through the wood as the table explodes beneath them. The referee checks on Helix as Deacon Frost climbs out of the rubble. Helix's face is seen to be pouring blood from several places, and the bell is rung. Eric Emerson: Your winner... DEACON FROST!!! The referee tries to raise Frost's hand in victory, but Deacon whips his arm away. With a smile of sadistic glee The Monster swings Helix across his shoulders and makes his way to the back. Rentfro: ...what is Deacon Frost going to do to Helix now?? McDaniel: Whatever he wants, Brian... whatever he wants. |
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