Post by Vladimir Strife on Mar 30, 2009 7:00:04 GMT -5
As Kahlan lay in the corner, her face swollen and bruised, blood pouring from the wound, the referee closes in, checking on her. Seeing the damage done, he turns quickly, coming face to face with the Undefeated Behemoth, still harboring hatred in his eyes. Strife yells at the man, already understanding what he is thinking.
"If you call this match off... I will fire your ass on the spot. Now, fucking count!"
Vladimir bends down, taking hold of the Special One's ankle and dragging her out of the corner by it, a thick trail of blood left in the path. As he stops in the middle of the ring, the GodKing drops down to his knees, planting both palms into the girl's torso.
DS: Aww, come on! This isn't right! She needs help, call the fucking match off!
JR: Holy Shit, I think I actually agree with you... Kahlan may have deserved getting beat up, but no one deserves this.. It's obvious that this should be ended..
The referee, not wanting to risk his job, sucks in the sick wretch in his stomach and drops down to the canvas. He begins the count, slapping the dusty mat and screaming out the call. "1!"
With another heavy pat, the official raises a peace sign into the air, proclaiming the second count.
As his hand raises and falls for the third time, Kahlan remains motionless, the blood pooling around her face.
"Three!"
The bell calls out in declaration of Vladimir's victory, the unforgiving Titan raising to his feet once more and the official lifting his hand into the air.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner and STILL undefeated.... Vladimir T... Strife."
Belle's enthusiasm is gone, disheartened at the sight before her eyes. The audience has grown quiet, the GodKing not caring as he steps out through the ropes and makes his way up the ramp, passing the emergency response team as they rush to the ring with a stretcher.
As the first episode of Monday Night Decimation comes to a close, all is quiet, the night, like the proclaimed Strife Slayer, left in ruin.
~End Of Thread~
"If you call this match off... I will fire your ass on the spot. Now, fucking count!"
Vladimir bends down, taking hold of the Special One's ankle and dragging her out of the corner by it, a thick trail of blood left in the path. As he stops in the middle of the ring, the GodKing drops down to his knees, planting both palms into the girl's torso.
DS: Aww, come on! This isn't right! She needs help, call the fucking match off!
JR: Holy Shit, I think I actually agree with you... Kahlan may have deserved getting beat up, but no one deserves this.. It's obvious that this should be ended..
The referee, not wanting to risk his job, sucks in the sick wretch in his stomach and drops down to the canvas. He begins the count, slapping the dusty mat and screaming out the call. "1!"
With another heavy pat, the official raises a peace sign into the air, proclaiming the second count.
As his hand raises and falls for the third time, Kahlan remains motionless, the blood pooling around her face.
"Three!"
The bell calls out in declaration of Vladimir's victory, the unforgiving Titan raising to his feet once more and the official lifting his hand into the air.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... your winner and STILL undefeated.... Vladimir T... Strife."
Belle's enthusiasm is gone, disheartened at the sight before her eyes. The audience has grown quiet, the GodKing not caring as he steps out through the ropes and makes his way up the ramp, passing the emergency response team as they rush to the ring with a stretcher.
As the first episode of Monday Night Decimation comes to a close, all is quiet, the night, like the proclaimed Strife Slayer, left in ruin.
~End Of Thread~
