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As Crymzon and Rage stood in the ring Conner simply sat back in the crowd three rows in with just a crowbar in hand. He smiled and watched the two turn to watch his entrance but he would not come with his music and tron
at least not from the direction they were thinking. Standing up out of his chair Conner slowly walked up to the barricade and stepping over it he smiled as he motioned to the crowd not to make a noise. Then as he slid into the ring the bell sounded and Crymzon was leveled as Conner cracked him upside the skull with his crowbar sending a mist of blood with the devastating shot!!!! Conner stood above Crymzon with a sick smile but then Rage moved in towards Conner but Conner some how sense it and turned and delivered a huge boot to Rages gut and then pulled Rages head into his arm pit as he yanked the crowbar into his throat and then pausing Conner then fell back DDTing Rage with the help of the crowbar making him cough up blood as he rolled onto his back!!! Standing up Conner then moved to one of Crymzons duffle bags and pulled out a frying pan. With both of his opponents still down Conner took the time to ponder and rub his chin
.unfortunately it was the time needed for Crymzon to get to his feet. Crymzon stalked Conner waiting for a perfect hit but Rage charged from behind and grabbing Crymzons head Bulldogged him onto one of his own duffle bags while he drop kicked Conner straight out of the ring!!!
King yelled as he watched. Oh My God Conner came in from behind is that legal?
JR shook his head. Sure is its a damn hardcore match! OMG Rage took Crymzon Down and just plan kicked Conner out this is going to be a brutal match!!! Rage is already bleed from the mouth and Crymzons head is busted right open thanks to Conner!!!
CWF Nethercore Championship: Crymzon VS Conner(c) VS Rage
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Better yet, why don't the "mutts" put YOU to sleep Tina
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Spittin' out a mouthful of blood, the fire blazed in Rage's eyes when he looked down at Conner who was risin' out on the floor. The bitch was his! Rage hit a sprint and to the amazement of the crowds and to Conner himself, Rage came flyin' through the ropes and drove the champ back into the floor outside! "C'mon jackass! Fuck with me now!!" Rage roared and grabbin' Conner's head, he drilled fist after fist into Conner's face tryin' to destroy it! His knuckles connected with the bridge of Conner's nose, his knuckles crackin' into Conner's teeth and jaw. He had vowed if he had ever seen his face again, Conner wouldn't have a face.
JL: Jumpin' jesus on a stick, Rage is rippin' into the champ!"
JR: Rippin? He's workin' on turning Conner's face into pulp! Rage don't care about any title, this is personal, he just wanted to get his hands on Conner and maybe Crymzon.
Not seein' enough blood on Conner's face, Rage sneered and got up, rippin' the other man up with him. Conner took the openin' and hit a knee to Rage's gut makin' the Outsider beast cough up more blood and start to double over but a rabid Rage kept his hold on Conner and whipped him ferociously into the steel steps! Conner landed with his arm sprawled across it and lookin' around, Rage threw the time keeper off of his chair and grabbed it rushin' over and slammed the steel chair down on Conner's arm! Rage went again but Conner pulled his arm back makin' the chair collide with the steps. With another openin' Conner kicked at the steps and sent them into Rage's knees nearly takin' Rage off his feet as he staggered.
Conner got up holdin' his arm when Crymzon came around the ring and nailed him in the back of the head with that fryin' pan then again to the side knockin' Conner against the apron and almost to the floor. Crymzon spun the dented pan in his hand and lunged after Rage who ducked the shot and hit Payne in the gut with a big boot!
JR : What the hell!? This match is goin' to have a fatality at this rate!
JL: You ain't kiddin' me, look at Rage's face. He's lookin' to cause just that.
Rage went after Crymzon, slappin' his hand around his throat to pick him up for a chokeslam when Conner cracked Rage across the back with that steel chair makin' the big man arch and release his hold on Crymzon but as Conner spun Rage around and reared back, Rage dodged the chairshot lettin' the recoverin' Crymzon behind him take the shot right to head with his compliments!
Spittin' out a mouthful of blood, the fire blazed in Rage's eyes when he looked down at Conner who was risin' out on the floor. The bitch was his! Rage hit a sprint and to the amazement of the crowds and to Conner himself, Rage came flyin' through the ropes and drove the champ back into the floor outside! "C'mon jackass! Fuck with me now!!" Rage roared and grabbin' Conner's head, he drilled fist after fist into Conner's face tryin' to destroy it! His knuckles connected with the bridge of Conner's nose, his knuckles crackin' into Conner's teeth and jaw. He had vowed if he had ever seen his face again, Conner wouldn't have a face.
JL: Jumpin' jesus on a stick, Rage is rippin' into the champ!"
JR: Rippin? He's workin' on turning Conner's face into pulp! Rage don't care about any title, this is personal, he just wanted to get his hands on Conner and maybe Crymzon.
Not seein' enough blood on Conner's face, Rage sneered and got up, rippin' the other man up with him. Conner took the openin' and hit a knee to Rage's gut makin' the Outsider beast cough up more blood and start to double over but a rabid Rage kept his hold on Conner and whipped him ferociously into the steel steps! Conner landed with his arm sprawled across it and lookin' around, Rage threw the time keeper off of his chair and grabbed it rushin' over and slammed the steel chair down on Conner's arm! Rage went again but Conner pulled his arm back makin' the chair collide with the steps. With another openin' Conner kicked at the steps and sent them into Rage's knees nearly takin' Rage off his feet as he staggered.
Conner got up holdin' his arm when Crymzon came around the ring and nailed him in the back of the head with that fryin' pan then again to the side knockin' Conner against the apron and almost to the floor. Crymzon spun the dented pan in his hand and lunged after Rage who ducked the shot and hit Payne in the gut with a big boot!
JR : What the hell!? This match is goin' to have a fatality at this rate!
JL: You ain't kiddin' me, look at Rage's face. He's lookin' to cause just that.
Rage went after Crymzon, slappin' his hand around his throat to pick him up for a chokeslam when Conner cracked Rage across the back with that steel chair makin' the big man arch and release his hold on Crymzon but as Conner spun Rage around and reared back, Rage dodged the chairshot lettin' the recoverin' Crymzon behind him take the shot right to head with his compliments!
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Where would Tina Turner be if she'd said, 'Hit me again Ike, and put some stank on it'?
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Crymzon rolled on the mat, his face already a dark mask of blood after numerous shots to the wound originally inflicted upon him by Conner. His body was healing, albeit painfully slowly. He thought there may even be some signs of a concussion already as well. And through it all he smiled. Crymzon was slow to get up, opting to sit back for a moment and regroup as Conner and Rage continued to beat the hell out of eachother as he looked around for a weapon. Turning his gaze to the ring, Crymzon spied his pair of tonfa, specially modified for just this match. He slowly pulled himself to his feet before sliding into he ring and rolling over to the weapons, taking them into his arms before rolling back out to the arena floor. Conner had managed another chairshot, sending the 7 foot Rage reeling back into the guard rail, before making his way over to Crymzon. Crymzon watched as the champion neared, his thumb stroking a button on the handle of one tonfa until the opportune moment. Conner lifted the chair, preparing to strike Crymzon before the hunter became the prey, as Crymzon spun, touching the tonfa's metal tip against Conner's inner thigh, sending a jolt of 50,000 volts through the muscles, causing them to spasm painfully. It had the desired effect as Conner dropped the chair, allowing Crymzon to swing his forearm, as well as the other tonfa, out, cracking the weapon across Conner's forehead, causing the gash that was already there to widen. "Don't worry precious, You are a demon and garou, it will only hurt for a little while. This on the other hand," Crymzon straddled Conner's chest and began driving tonfa covered forearm smashes into the champions face, causing blood to splatter on the mats below them just before Rage came over, driving a chair into the top of Crymzon's head. It took all of Crymzon's willpower to maintain his grip on the weapons as Rage continued his assault, alternating steelchair blows between Crymzon and Conner.
JR: Dear God King, This match has broken down into nothing more than a slaughter. These men are completely remorseless in the damage they are doing to eachother.
King: Yeah! Isn't it great?
JR: ::Looks at King::
King: What?
Crymzon rolled on the mat, his face already a dark mask of blood after numerous shots to the wound originally inflicted upon him by Conner. His body was healing, albeit painfully slowly. He thought there may even be some signs of a concussion already as well. And through it all he smiled. Crymzon was slow to get up, opting to sit back for a moment and regroup as Conner and Rage continued to beat the hell out of eachother as he looked around for a weapon. Turning his gaze to the ring, Crymzon spied his pair of tonfa, specially modified for just this match. He slowly pulled himself to his feet before sliding into he ring and rolling over to the weapons, taking them into his arms before rolling back out to the arena floor. Conner had managed another chairshot, sending the 7 foot Rage reeling back into the guard rail, before making his way over to Crymzon. Crymzon watched as the champion neared, his thumb stroking a button on the handle of one tonfa until the opportune moment. Conner lifted the chair, preparing to strike Crymzon before the hunter became the prey, as Crymzon spun, touching the tonfa's metal tip against Conner's inner thigh, sending a jolt of 50,000 volts through the muscles, causing them to spasm painfully. It had the desired effect as Conner dropped the chair, allowing Crymzon to swing his forearm, as well as the other tonfa, out, cracking the weapon across Conner's forehead, causing the gash that was already there to widen. "Don't worry precious, You are a demon and garou, it will only hurt for a little while. This on the other hand," Crymzon straddled Conner's chest and began driving tonfa covered forearm smashes into the champions face, causing blood to splatter on the mats below them just before Rage came over, driving a chair into the top of Crymzon's head. It took all of Crymzon's willpower to maintain his grip on the weapons as Rage continued his assault, alternating steelchair blows between Crymzon and Conner.
JR: Dear God King, This match has broken down into nothing more than a slaughter. These men are completely remorseless in the damage they are doing to eachother.
King: Yeah! Isn't it great?
JR: ::Looks at King::
King: What?
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