Triple threat: Draken VS Payton VS Castle

[wingzero87]

After the superstars have cleared the ring from the first of the night, the commentators have done bickering over the outcome and the athletic display they have just witness. Before the fans in the bleachers have a moment to settle down, catch their breath and order another hot dog. Belle Blair positions her petite self in the middle of the squared circle. Lifts the microphone to her lips and makes the following announcement;

Belle Blair: Ladies and Gentlemen, next up is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall with no time limit! Introducing first standing in tonight at 6 foot 6 inches tall weighing 290lbs he is the superior athlete John Castle!!

The lights in the arena fade out, the crowd run and shuffle to the entrance ramp, holding their signs above high above their heads, others with cameras and recording devices to capture the superstars entrance. The butcher-tron shows the image outside of Castles locker room. As the heavy guitar rifts boom out from the P/A system, the door opens as Castles wide muscular frame fills the screen on his way to the arena entrance.

Dave: So here comes the animal who got his own team disqualified by putting a member of the other team put a table with tacks none the less! I hope he can try and restrain himself this time around an actually wrestle the match properly.

Johnny: Or he could put both of his opponents through a table! Now that would be some good television, why don’t we have more triple threat table matches?

As the commentators continue their discussion The lights in the arena change to a red tint, as it spins around the arena, almost in the same manner of a police siren. The lights slow down an go out engulfing the arena in darkness the only thing that can be hear are the yells and chants of the fans who true to form have begun to chant “Who are ya?!”

Fans: “Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?!”

Shattering the darkness the sound of powerful guitar rifts and thunderous drums come across the PA, with two erupts of red pyro erupting from the sides of the entrance. Once the smoke has settled on top of the ramp stands John Castle. Moving his head from the left of the arena over to right, he moves his head from left to right jumping down on his toes in a style similar to a boxer, followed by striking out in a series of punches and kicks.

Bending over at his waist, crossing his arms in front of chest, as he explosively straightens up, un crossing his now tensed arms spewing forth some sort of liquid from his mouth, allowing it to shower down around him. Castle then moves towards the right hand side of the stage, using his right hand to slam into his chest, yelling “Come on!” to the fans fuelling their excitement and anticipation before repeating the same actions to wards the left side. The fans cheering their hearts out, those who wished to express their hatred towards the superior athlete are easily drowned out

You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain without pain
Now your bills is in the mail
You got stronger but your mind got weak
You made a promise you couldn't keep
You had it all - You lost more
It's all there in the fee

Making his way down the entrance ramp towards the ring, moving from one side full of crazed fans to the next giving as many people as he can high fives and hand shakes as well as posing for some pictures. The camera moves across to tonights commentating team of Johnny and Dave.

Dave: If you have just joined us, this is the second match on the card, it is a triple threat match the competitors are Ravel Draken, Mark Payton and this man right here John Castle”

Johnny: “That’s right Dave, unfortunately its under normal match rules so no foreign objects can be used, which is a shame really! But nonetheless it promises to be a physical, hard hitting match”

Via hell incorporated (regeneration)
1st you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint)
And now you're never gonna make it (bad situation)
Get on get on down
there's hell to pay 'cause
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
For better or for worse and you don't care which
The devil is a loser and he's my bitch
Runnin' into trouble you skitch
He's my bitch

Castle makes his way around the ring, turning around and show casing his athletic ability in 1 leap he goes from the floor to the apron of the ring .

You wanted riches and license to kill
Yuo got poverty and then you got ill
You got poor and you lost your will
All your dreams unfulfilled
I get my kicks when you blow your fuse
No-one got killed but that's no excuse
Hands up, I let you know when it's done
I've got the only gun

Then entering the ring through the middle ropes as the lights in the arena return to their standard setting, He then stands in the middle of the ring, jumping on his toes similar to a boxer he then goes towards the top left corner an climbs to the second turnbuckle. He then motions to the crowd, straightening his arms, an then moves them to the side in arching manner before raising his arms in double bicep pose. He then continues to repeat this with remaining 3 posts. John Castle then perches himself in his corner his hands outstretched place on the ring ropes waiting for his opponents to enter the Arena.

OOC: Match 2 is currently underway

TBCB: Draken or Payton

[theinsaneone]

As an eager John Castle awaits reassuring sound of an entrance, the lighting over the ring suddenly begins to flicker a barrage of colors, leaving the rest of the arena in a darkness. Soon after, the lights over the ring are cut off as well, a faint shadow of John Castle becoming noticeably uneased by the antics. The confusion is brought to an end after about a minute or so when the returning of normal lighting is met by the start of heavy riffs from "Refuse/Resist" Belle Blair takes center ring, preparing to introduce the next participant in the match.

Belle Blair: "And his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred fifty five pounds, he is Mr. Payback... ladies and gentlemen, please give a first time welcome to Mark Payton!"

The song continues as a figure now known as Mark Payton makes way from backstage and onto the entrance ramp. Stopping at the top, he glares out to the audience with grimace and a sense of preponderance. Before long the lyrics begin, giving the surroundings feeling of brutality.

Dave Scoggins: "Here we go John! This guy looks pretty confident already... maybe even a little arrogant?"

Johnny Reifenheiser: "Pffft...there's no such thing as over confidence Dave. Don't be bland, being self-assured is one of the best attributes of an in-ring performer."

Chaos A.D.
Tanks on the streets
Confronting police
Bleeding the Plebs
Raging crowd
Burning cars
Bloodshed starts
Who'll be alive?!

Starting his stride to the ring, Mark Payton stares down the adversary that anticipates him in the squared-circle. Suddenly, an eccentric fan seemingly oversteps his boundary when the he reaches his arm over the barricade and pats the performer on the shoulder. Surprised by what he sees to be an outrageous action, Payton swiftly turns to the young male, getting in his face. The spirited juvenile holds his hands up in the air, evidently apologizing and hoping to be acquitted for angering the rookie wrestler. Seemingly forgiving the twenty or so year old, Payton slowly turns back towards the ring. Sighing with relief, the fan jokes it off with a peer that is seated next to him. Though before he can sit down, the fan looks up to see a fist that trounces him in his face. As he falls to the ground, his buddy quickly gets down to try and revitalize him from the cheap-shot punch. After getting a good look at what he has done, Mr. Payback smirks and continues his path to the ring, now making way up the the steel ring steps as the last verse to the song plays out.

Chaos A.D.
Disorder unleashed
Starting to burn
Starting to lynch
Silence means death
Stand on your feet
Inner fear
Your worst enemy

Johnny: "Haha, I think I like this Payton guy already, he gave that punk exactly what he had coming to him!"

Dave: "That was totally uncalled for, and you know it John! What the hell is wrong with that guy hitting a fan like that, he shouldn't be permitted to participate in this match as far as I'm concerned."

Mark steps smoothly in between the bottom and top rope to enter the ring. Leaning on the ropes, Mark gives an amorous wink to the ring announcer before changing his charming demeanor to that of a menacing gaze into the eyes of his opponent, John Castle. Disregarding the pretentious competitor- Belle Blair prepares for the entrance of the final match participant.


TBCB: Ravel Draken

[ravel2006]

Belle Blair: And Last But Not Least Hailing from Philadelphia,PA Weighing in at 195 pounds RAVEL DRAKEN!!

The lights dim and at the top of the ramp the stage lowers and then raising slowly Ravel is standing there no movement. The song starts and Ravel slowly walks to the ring.

We are young
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

As he gets to the ring he slides in. He runs toward the turnbuckle and up it. He stands there for a second and looks down at the fans. He jumps down and walks to the middle of the ring.

I see the children in the rain
Like the parade before the pain
I see the love I see the hate
I see this world that we can make
I see the life I see the sky
Give it all to see you fly
Yes we wave this flag of hatred
But you`re the ones who made it
Watch the beauty of all our lives
Passing right before my eyes
I hear the hate in all your words
All the words to make us hurt.
We get so sick we`re so sick
We never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live.

With his head down just standing there for a minute he looks up and puts his hands in the shape of guns then puts them to his head. Shortly after he acts like he shoots himself and at the exact same time the lights turn red.

So we march to the drums of the damned as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numbWe are young
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don`t belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

Ravel stands there and stares down his opponents. He has an dare devilish grin on his face as the bell rings.

DING!
DING!
DING!

TBC: John Castle

[wingzero87]

After the bells sounds, the audiences settle down as each member gaze upon all three athletes standing in the middle of the ring. As each mans eyes dart from one opponent to the other, perhaps hoping to find a hint of weakness to exploit to their own advantage.

Each man slowly begins to approach the centre of the squared circle, slightly creeping forward inching ever closer to one another. Their jaws tight and fists clenched, the air is full of competition and testosterone. Ravel and Payton lock eyes moving closer exchanging glares of distrust sizing each man up before the stand off becomes verbal.

Dave: Well looks like this match has finally gotten underway here Johnny, an Johnny what to you think Ravel and Payton are saying to each other?

Johnny: I can hazard a guess, that they are discussing on how best to tackle Castle. However it is an amateur move to turn your back on any opponent.

Castle looks around the ring, some what confused about what is going on in the ring between his two competitors. Tired of waiting Castle approaches both men firmly pulling both competitors apart, it isn’t long before all three are exchanging a series of rights and lefts. The numbers game catches up on Castle as both men deliver punch after punch, clubbing blow after clubbing blow. Their combined efforts force the big man into corner, both men raise their feet and continue the vicious onslaught, as both men rain down boot after boot. Each one landing in Castles mid-section, each impact driving the air out of his lungs.

Dave: Oh my god, would you look at that! it’s a bloody mugging, Ravel and Payton working together to try and take Castle out of this match all together!

Johnny: Its called playing smart, take one of the opponents out of the match early and then go at it one and one in the ring.

Ravel and Payton back off from their fallen opponent each one smiling like a Cheshire cat, full of pride as they play up to the fans showcasing their handy work. Ignoring the verbal protest launched by the ldwa fans. Ravel and Payton soon lock horns, each one trying to get the upper hand on his opponent. After a while the taller Payton gets the better of his smaller adversary, pushing Ravels back against the ring ropes.

Moving his left hand to Ravels wrist, his right moving to just below Ravels shoulder Payton moves back leaving very little slack in the joint, Positioning his feet shoulder width apart, twisting his hips, gaining momentum to fling the groggy Draken from one side of the ring to the next. Rebounding off the ropes Draken races towards to the anxiously waiting Payton, Draken thinking on his feet bends at his waist using his momentum to drive his 195lbs frame right into Paytons midsection both men falling to the mat after the collision of the desperate spear.

Dave: An awesome counter, young Draken has proven just as to why he has been included in this match tonight!

Johnny: It seems to have saved Drakens’ skin for now, but remember this is cruiserweight spearing a heavy weight competitor, there is the chance that this situation will not last very long.

Feeding of the enthusiasm of the crowd, Ravel awkwardly get back to feet from the corner of eye he notices that Castle has managed to drag himself back to his feet using the taut ring ropes to support the majority of his weight. Ravel wastes no time running to the opposite ring ropes, causing his body to rebound from them as he takes flight, his body angle parallel to the ground below as it glides through the air on a collision course with his opponent.

As Ravel feels his body make contact with Castles, he realises that something is wrong…. Castle didn’t fall backwards like he intended. Instead Castle caught Ravel with his arms, Castle then bends his knees pushing through his heels as he raises the trapped Ravel over his head. Castle presses Ravels body over his own 6 foot 6 frame multiple times much to the amusement and awe of the LDWA fans.

Dave: What?! How did Castle manage to catch Ravel in mid-air a moment ago it appeared that Castle was dead on his feet. That’s an awesome display of strength from the big man don’t you think Johnny?

Johnny: Strength isn’t everything here Dave, and what is this big idiot up to? Rather than mercilessly beat down his weaken opponents and go for a pin her decides to do this circus act!

After a few repetitions Castle twists Ravels body around and slams him into the barren canvas below driving his own shoulder into Ravels stomach at the moment of impact. Castle straightens up as he turns around an find Mike Payton charging towards him with a full head of steam looking to capitalise on the situation.

Castle bends down as his waist meets Payton shoulder first, Castles hands grabbing hold of his opponents quadriceps before lifting him off of his feet. Castle then pivots on his feet and slams Payton right on top of the lifeless Ravel. The impact causes the fans to get of f of their seats and cheer for the powerhouse as he stands up and leans back. His fists held out by his sides, his body tense as he unleashes a blood chilling battle cry into the arena.

Dave: A military slam of Ravel and a spine buster on Payton, Castle has just turned the tide of this match in two moves Johnny. At the beginning we thought Castle was out of it due to the double team by Payton and Ravel but oh boy were we wrong!

Johnny: That’s was vaguely entertaining, but Dave don’t forget that Castle has to watch his back in this match, he has no allies. We all ready know that Ravel and Payton and work together, granted they didn’t take Castle out like they thought but that’s a mistake they will not make again.

Castle confidently strides across the ring towards to far left corner, he squats down on legs positioning his body similar to a track sprinter. His intense eyes staring a hole right through the scene of devastation which he just created. He puts his hand out in front of him as he moves his fingers back and forth. It isn’t long before Payton and Ravels body begin to move. At first their movements are slow and clumsy, their bodies aching from the high impact moves which they have just sustained. Payton is the first to his feet as Castle explodes off of his mark towards his dazed victim. Payton, somehow, someway manages to side step Castles attack, some fans in the arena wonder if it was luck? Others if it is was an act of instinct? Others believe that Payton sensed the danger and made the decision to move. What ever the reason, Payton avoided being snapped in half, mean while Castle unable to stop himself has charged straight into the cold, unforgiving steel ring post. He roles onto his back holding his shoulder as the pain shouts up and down his spine.

Payton shakes the cobwebs out, his head darting back and forth between his two adversaries as he assesses the situation and how best to proceed. He decides to attack Ravel as he slowly stalks his victim, Ravel is on all fours as Payton grabs his right leg walking backwards forcing Ravel to awkwardly get back to his vertical base. Ravel hoping on his left leg, takes a leap of faith jumping into the air off of his left leg raising it to up to the height of Paytons head, extending his foot from his knee as it cracks Payton in the back of the head forcing him to let go of Ravels right foot as both men crash down to the mat. All three men now lay in various positions in the ring, as the fans cheer out for their favourite superstar attempting to help them gain momentum to go forth and finish the match.

TBC: Payton