CWF Nethercore Championship: Crymzon VS Conner(c) VS Rage

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Howard Finkel: This match is for the CWF Nethercore Title and is by Hardcore rules only!......

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::The arena exploded with pyros as Superbeast blared from the speakers and within seconds, Rage emerged and strode through the entrance with a look of intensity and determination on his face that silenced the crowd as the Outsider beast stood on the stage with a sack hangin' over his shoulder::

Jr: Here's a triple threat that's goin' to get seriously bloody.

JL: You ain't whistlin' dixie! There's hell to pay and the woman at the center of it all is Illyana Darkrose.

Jr: Can you blame him? Crymzon got her hanged and Conner is rumored to have abducted her. Rage is out for blood, his opponent's blood.

::Rage strode down the ramp and headed toward the ring, in one hand, he carried a canvas bag laden with weapons and with the other. Rage dropped the canvas bag in a corner and stood ready for Payne and Pravus to come out::

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The lights cut out as a red spotlight cast its glow down on the entrance to the stage. CWE fans throughout the arena lit their lighters in an attempt to see in front of them as The God That Failed began to fill the arena. Slowly, Crymzon Payne stepped out through the curtains, clad only in a black pair of leather pants and a tight fitting black muscle shirt. His head was bowed as though he were in prayer before he brought his head up, looking to the heavens. His hands soon followed, stretching out to the heavens above as though on cue, two columns of flame appeared beside him. As the twin columns danced to the music in a raging expression of chaos and destruction, Crymzon brought his gaze down to settle upon one of the men that he would be facing this night. Of course, they were both going to die before the night was through he was sure. Or at least have severe cranial trauma and internal bleeding.

One foot slipped out from Crymzon's still form, bringing him closer to the ring and his opponent as the columns of flames moved behind him, illuminating his features all the more as the flames morphed, swirling around his limbs, his entire body, until only the figure of a man walking down the ramp could be seen. The form stopped at the base of the ramp, the flames taking on a life of their own, seemingly forming coiling tendrils as they gathered into his hands, the flames becoming brilliant orbs as they danced in his hands, where they remained as he turned to advance towards the ring steps. The flames grew smaller, forming themselves into a pair of floating orbs which hovered about his shoulders. He grinned as he looked Rage over. He let the orbs expand once again to form a pair of large duffell bags that had many interesting bulges there in. He cocked an eyebrow at Rage as he unzipped one bag, pulling out a pair of tonfa that were crafted from some form of metal as he regarded him.

"Oh, and I am supposed to carry all of my toys down here like you do? Simpleton. You're lucky I tolerate your breathing." before looking down with a smirk at one of his bags, a noose plain to see hanging out of one of the bags.