Hell in a Cell: TDR vs. Dalkiel

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"And his opponent, about to come down the aisle...His Royal Darkness, the Dark Requiem!"

::The music plays as the crowd, and the demon, await his entrance.::

JR: Man, this is NOT gonna be for the weak at heart. The match hasn't even started yet and they're already pulling out all the stops!
JL: Yep, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned psychological game of "Can You Top This?". haHA!

::The demon stands in the center of the ring now, awaiting the Dark One. But still there is no one.::

JR: So where is he?
JL: Maybe he saw that Cell and took off! Not that I'd blame him.
JR: Oh, I don't believe that for a second. If he's been around HALF as long as he says he has, this shouldn't shock him that badly.
JL: Well, you never kn...

::Suddenly, the crowd erupts into a cheer as the darkling makes his appearance onto the entrance stage. He is dressed in a tattered and torn black tunic, black breeches and boots, and two black gauntlets. His normally-decorated hair now hangs in wet locks. Water streams down his face and across his back. There is not a speck of color on him anywhere, save for the blue of his eyes. Once he has made a sufficient stance upon the stage, he slowly proceeds towards the Cell, his stony expression not changing.::

JR: Oh man, this is it. It's game time.
JR: Wh...where's the collared shirt? The, you know, "wanton ringlets"? What is this??
JR: King, he is dressed for a war of epic proportions.
JL: Uhhh...does that mean we want to change our seats???

::He stands before the Cell door, held open for him by the official. He takes one solid look at the purple demon in the ring, who grins at him like some insane magic marker. Then, as the lion roared when it sprang from the fertile womb of earth in ages past, the Dark One utters a great cry and plunges headlong into the ring.::

JR: Here we go!!

::He comes up to the demon and kicks him in the midsection, following that with a chop. He goes for a punch, but it is blocked when the demon grabs his arm. With a slight heave, he is thrown into the corner and the demon charges for a clothesline. The darkling moves just in time and the demon goes into the corner. He spins him around and delivers a chop to his livid chest. Grabbing the massive arm, he attempts to whip him across the ring. But the demon holds onto the rope while sporting an evil grin. Not wasting motion he kicks the demon in the ribs, forcing him to let go. Then he pulls and manages to yank the demon out of the corner, but the whip is reversed in such a way that His Royal Darkness gets whipped right back into the same corner. He strikes the buckle chest first and a quick splash from the demon drives all the wind out of him.::

JL: Ha! That didn't last long, did it?

::The demon then whips him across to the other turnbuckle, resulting in a mighty thud as spine met steel. The Dark One is propelled out of the corner and his face meets the giant foot of the demon. He falls and a cover is made.::

"1...2..."

::The darkling just barely gets a shoulder up.::

JR: My God, that could have been the SHORTEST Cell match in CWF history!
JL:Well, from the looks of things it still could be, JR!

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Dalkiel the Demon Prince

*at the ref and start's shoving on him and yelling...*

[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: TWO? TWO! Learn how to count you dumb BEEP!

*Dalkiel turns back around with a super big grin as he bends down to pick up TDR. He grabs his head with both hands and yanks him up high. He squeezes his head causing his face to turn colors*

King: Oh my god JR, he's gonna splatter his brains the hard way.

JR: Good Lord. TDR's face is turning different color's. He's gonna make his eyes pop out of there socket's.

*Dalkiel lunge's him into the steel cage. TDR get's caught in the ropes and Dalkiel does a full throttle Charge, TDR drops as Dalkiel plows right into the steel cage causeing it to bend into the shape of his head.*

JR: OH MY GOD!

King: Ohhhhhhhhhhh

*TDR regain's himself somewhat and quickly drop kicks Dalkiel's knee, he then runs to the ropes, bounce's off them and side clips Dalkiel's knee causing him to fall back. TDR quickly drops a few Elbow's to his chest and knee's his forehead. Unsure what to do next he grabs the leg that he clipped and puts the massive demon leg into a strecth hold. Dalkiel kinda shacks off the head pain, grabs TDR's face from behind and yanks on it. TDR applys more pressure to the leg knee area. Dalkiel let's go momentarly. Then start's punching TDR in the back of the Head over and over again until he let's go. Dalkiel rolls to the ropes. TDR shacks his head and checks it for blood. Dalkiel pulls him self up with the ropes as TDR does the same. Dalkiel walks and kicks the kinks out of his leg as he approche's TDR. TDR gut shot's him. A left, A right, A left, A right. Dalkiel just stands there looking at him.*

JR: Oh man, I don't think that was a good move on TDR's Part.

King: What is he thinking? That's like trying to punch a brick wall.

*Dalkiel smiles, he wraps his massive arms around TDR putting him into a Demon Hug.*

JR: Dalkiel is going for his Demon Hug. If he keeps this on, TDR will be out for sure.

King: That has got to be painful. Look at how he holds him up will squeezing him.

*Dalkiel jerks him around and bounce him up and down. TDR trys to fight it. He trys to get a hand in to rack his eye's but Dalkiel squeeze's once again. TDR gaspping for air starts Slapping Dalkiel's ear's in hopes that he will let go.*

SLAPPPPP

*Dalkiel breaks the hold and staggers back as TDR hits the mat. Dalkiel quickly grabs him and gives him a T-Bone Suplex. Then bounce's off the rope and drops a hug leg on his face.*

King: Ahhhhh oh goodness gracious, his gonna squash his face.

JR: What a leg drop. I honestly don't see TDR coming out of this in one peace. If at all.

King: I don't think he should of accepted that open match. Especially in this Fashion.

JR: I have to agree with you King, I think this was a big mistake on the Dark One's part.

*Dalkiel picks up TDR and sets him and delivers a hanging brainbuster, he then leaps up to the turnbuckle. The crowd goes crazy. He looks around and smiles wickedly. He looks up and smiles even more wickedly. He start's climbing the cage.*

JR: Oh Good Lord King! You don't think he is going to?

King: Oh hell yes that nut ball is gonna do it.

*Dalkiel reaches the top and hangs from the ceiling of the Cage. He climbs monkey bar style to where TDR is below him. He smiles once again and lets go.*

JR: GOOD GOD!

King: There he goes!

BAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM

THUDDD

King: HAHAHHAHAHA

JR: KING! TDR rolled out of the way at the last second.

King: What an idiot! Oh this is priceless. I told you, this guy is a Grade A Nut case.

JR: I thought you liked calling him the Purple Fruit Loop of Pain?

King: Oh I still do JR, it's just right now, he's a Grade A Nut Ball.

*Dalkiel had intened on droping a major head butt to TDR, but instead he hit head first into the mat as TDR rolled out of the way. TDR now has another chance to do something.*

King: If I were TDR, I would run like hell for the door and try to get the hell out of there.

JR: Absoultly! He should get out while he has the chance. Win the match then go back in and do what he want's to Dalkiel.

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+ THE DARK RECTUM+

::His efforts are interrupted when the demon rises and squashes him into the corner.::

Jim Ross
Oh come on, this is enough, Just cover him and end this already.

Jerry Lawler
You mean you're not enjoying seeing this arrogant little idiot get what's coming to him?

::The demon sets him up and whips him across the ropes. Then he gets into position to deliver what could be a devastating lariat clothesline. But the Dark One ducks under and bounces off the ropes. As the demon turns around, the darkling jumps up and spins.::

JR: Whoa!! My God, the spinning heel kick and down goes that nutjob!
JL: Where did that come from??

::Both fall to the mat but the Dark One quickly scrambles over to the demon before he has presence to get up. The referee drops.::

"1...2..."

::The demon kicks out with authority. But the Dark One slams down his forearm into the demon's forehead. He follows with a succession of rights and lefts into the demon's face. He then grabs the demon by the hair and slams the back of his head into the mat fiercely. Then, throwing himself off the ropes again, he delivers a leg drop into the demon's face. Another cover is made...

"1...2..."

...but it is in vain. The demon kicks out.::

JR: And these blows are not having any effect really.
JL: When's he gonna figure it out? No matter what he does, he'll never beat the fruit loop at his own game!

::In frustration, the darkling slides out of the ring. Lifting up the apron, he pulls out a steel chair. He then climbs back into the ring as the demon begins to get up.::

JR: And TDR decides it's time for the artillery!
JL: Now this could get, uhh...

::The Dark One raises the chair and prepares to bend it over the purple skull as the demon looks up.::