Dalkiel the Demon Prince
*but he quickly punche's him in a most vulnerable and uncomfortable spot.*
King: Did you see that? What a cheap shot!
JR: He defenatly hit below the belt on that one.
*TDR drop's the chair and drop's to one knee. Dalkiel quickly picks up the chair and hit's him with a vile shot to the face*
JR: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
King: HOLY S**T! I can't believe that!
JR: Oh that was bruital! That was over the line.
King: He just smashed him dead in the face.
JR: I can't believe we just saw that.
*TDR bust's wide open as he falls over unconscious.*
*Dalkiel laughs loudly and sadisticly! The crowd is hushed. Dalkiel kick's him out of the ring and now with a little difficulty, prop's him up against the wall of the Cell.*
JR: Oh God King! What is he gonna do now?
King: Why can't he just be done with him? This is just to much.
*Dalkiel back's up and charge's TDR, but at the last second, TDR just drops causing Dalkiel to go full force into the wall. TDR compose's himself, still graugy and bloody, he look's back and notice's that he is stuck to the Cell wall, mesh digging into your flesh.*
[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: Ahhhhhhhh HAHAHAHAHA, AHHHHHH HAHAHAHA *Growl's*
JR: Oh Good God!
King: JR! JR! Is he laughing? Is he really laughing?
JR: Im afraid so King. while shacking his head in disbelief
*TDR grab's the chair and charge's at Dalkiel. He hit's him, but Dalkiel don't move. He hits him again, and again and again. Finally he gives it all he has.....*
WHAAAAMMMMMMM
*They both go through the wall to the outside of the Cell, with scratches and cuts on there arms and faces, TDR lays there for a moment, while Dalkiel rips the Meshy wall from his head.*
King: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
JR: Oh I hope there are no children watching this. Floks, I think it's time to put them to bed if you haven't already.
King: Im gonna be sick!
*Dalkiel begins crawling over to the commentary table and use's it to help himself up, while TDR use's the Cell wall. TDR run's at Dalkiel with the chair, but Dalkiel leans forward catching him and doing a back-body drop onto the table, without breaking it. As TDR rolls off the table. He notice's Dalkiel with the chair climbing up the Cell wall to the roof.
King: Where is that Nut going now?
JR: This is intense, this is barbaric and ruthless. Dalkiel has something in mind. And it wont be pretty for either of them.
King: I got a bad feeling about this JR! Like we should get the hell out of here!
*TDR begins to climb the Cell. He get's to the roof only to have Dalkiel try to hit him. TDR ducks it and hit's Dalkiel with a wild, but not too effective assault of hits and kicks. Dalkiel face shoves TDR backwards a few and wind's up to hit TDR.*
*WHAM!*
*He begins to fall backwards. TDR holds on and trys to hit Dalkiel again only to get the same thing again.*
JR: Like him or hate him. TDR is sure giving it his all. He is not giving up.
King: Man, He's gonna be recovering form this for weeks. If he survive's.
*Exhausted and bleeding profusely, TDR muster's up a slap so hard, right across Dalkiel's Purple face. Stung by it, and now completely enraged, Dalkiel kicks him in the gut, grabs him by the throat and chokeslam's him onto the chair.*
KABAAAAMMMMMMMMM
*TDR falls through the roof, through the mat and down to the concrete floor.*
JR and the King leap to there feet
JR: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! STOP THIS!
King: OH GOD! HE'S DEAD! HE'S GOT TO BE DEAD! Get the parametics out here!
JR: This has gone to far. This is just crazy. Stop this Bloody Damn Match!
With a bounce, he lays eerily still. The chair, however, lands on the mat, broken.*
*The crowd is stunned and in horrifying shock. Dalkiel looks down with a somewhat stunned look.*
*But then Dalkiel's look changes from the shocked looked to....*
[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: My God, I killed him?
He begins to smile so evilishly
[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I killed him! YES! FINALLY!
*EMTs rush down and pry the door open. They rush into the ring where the pull TDR, unmoving, up on to the ring.*
*JR and King look on as so the crowd.*
*I am breathing but just barely and my eyes are closed. The commentators can smell the end of the match.*
King: He's not moving JR.
JR: Oh god.............
Hell in a Cell: TDR vs. Dalkiel
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::The EMTs scramble inside the ring...
+ THE DARK RECTUM +
((Enjoying fucking up your match? Good.))
...and rip open the darkling's already tatterred tunic to administer CPR. The prone figure just lies there, his eyes staring blankly upward.::
JR: King, this is bad. Real bad.
JL: yeah. I mean, I guess he had it coming but...no human being should have to go through that.
JR: That's got to be one of the damnedest things I've ever seen. I mean, he went THROUGH the roof, then feel 15 feet, went THROUGH the canvas, fell another 5 feet and hit...whatever was on that concrete floor.
JL: We're just lucky that none of that weird stuff hanging from the roof fell down on top of him. But then how can you call anyone lucky when...
JR: Yeah, and meanwhile some idiot sitting at home saying, "Yeah, but he knows how to fall!"
JL: Every time we watch this replay on the monitors, JR, the thing that bothers me the most is after he lands...watch this...that one leg that's sticking up out of the mat. He's practically hanging there by one leg!
::Suddenly, the prone figure starts coughing and winces in pain, breathing heavily.::
JR: Oh, thank God he's awake. He's breathing.
JL: Yeah, but this thing...it's over.
::The Dark One looks upward and sees the purple figure of the demon laughing on the roof of the Cell.::
JR: I'm surprised that sick SOB isn't dancing a jig on the roof up there!
JL: Well, I'll be he wasn't even expecting that one. But still...he did what he set out to do. He...
::Then the prone figure moves and sits up, his eyes fixed with a mosntrous glare, a mixture of pain and focus, as the EMTs and officials try to get him lay back down.::
JR: What is he doing? For God's sake, lay down.
JL: Someone tell him it's over so we can get him to a hospital or something.
::He rises to one knee. Then, groggy, he stands on his two feet, holding onto the ropes, as the officials and EMTs still crowd around him.::
JR: Well, this is an admirable thing to do but...
::With a look of fury in his eyes, he grabs one of the officials by the throat, utters a great cry, lifts him up into the air, and chokeslams him down into the huge pit now in the middle of the ring. The crowd screams with excitement as he threatens the other officials and medics out of the ring and then grabs hold of the ropes again.::
JL: What is he doin'? He needs medical help, JR!
::Out of the corner of his eye he sees the broken chair which had done the deed. Then he slwoly turns his head upward towards the figure of the demon. Then, with a look in his eyes of a hellishly-disfigured light, he takes one fingers and, slowly but harshly, slides it across his throat and points at the man called "princeling".::
JR: Now wait a minute. Don't tell me...
JL: This can't be happening, JR!
::Walking in obvious pain, His Royal Darkness grabs the chair remnants and exits the ring. Then, exiting through the door, he proceeds to climb up the side of the Cell, much to the chagrin of the officials and EMTs still at ringside.::
JR: My God! He's going back up?!?!?!
::The camera then zooms in of the face of the demon.::
JL: Look at that, JR!!
JR: He looks like he's just seen a ghost! He's absolutely spooked!!
::He makes it to the top and walks towards the demon, the chair held high over his head. But as he gets close, the demon kicks him in the ribs, feverishly. As the chair falls from the darkling's hands, the demon delivers a headbutt that puts the man on his knees.::
JL: That shot to the head's got to be all, JR. That fruit loop may be ready to do the same thing agai...
::Just then, as the demon prepares an axehandle to the neck, the Dark One quickly punches him in a vulnerable and uncomfortable spot.::
JR: Augh, a low blow. And now TDR's got the chair!
::The demon falls as the darkling rises. The demon is on his hands and knees, with his back exposed. His Royal Darkness folds the chair as best as can be managed, lifts the chair high and quick above his head, and...::
JL: Oh no, you may want to block your ears!!
((Enjoying fucking up your match? Good.))
...and rip open the darkling's already tatterred tunic to administer CPR. The prone figure just lies there, his eyes staring blankly upward.::
JR: King, this is bad. Real bad.
JL: yeah. I mean, I guess he had it coming but...no human being should have to go through that.
JR: That's got to be one of the damnedest things I've ever seen. I mean, he went THROUGH the roof, then feel 15 feet, went THROUGH the canvas, fell another 5 feet and hit...whatever was on that concrete floor.
JL: We're just lucky that none of that weird stuff hanging from the roof fell down on top of him. But then how can you call anyone lucky when...
JR: Yeah, and meanwhile some idiot sitting at home saying, "Yeah, but he knows how to fall!"
JL: Every time we watch this replay on the monitors, JR, the thing that bothers me the most is after he lands...watch this...that one leg that's sticking up out of the mat. He's practically hanging there by one leg!
::Suddenly, the prone figure starts coughing and winces in pain, breathing heavily.::
JR: Oh, thank God he's awake. He's breathing.
JL: Yeah, but this thing...it's over.
::The Dark One looks upward and sees the purple figure of the demon laughing on the roof of the Cell.::
JR: I'm surprised that sick SOB isn't dancing a jig on the roof up there!
JL: Well, I'll be he wasn't even expecting that one. But still...he did what he set out to do. He...
::Then the prone figure moves and sits up, his eyes fixed with a mosntrous glare, a mixture of pain and focus, as the EMTs and officials try to get him lay back down.::
JR: What is he doing? For God's sake, lay down.
JL: Someone tell him it's over so we can get him to a hospital or something.
::He rises to one knee. Then, groggy, he stands on his two feet, holding onto the ropes, as the officials and EMTs still crowd around him.::
JR: Well, this is an admirable thing to do but...
::With a look of fury in his eyes, he grabs one of the officials by the throat, utters a great cry, lifts him up into the air, and chokeslams him down into the huge pit now in the middle of the ring. The crowd screams with excitement as he threatens the other officials and medics out of the ring and then grabs hold of the ropes again.::
JL: What is he doin'? He needs medical help, JR!
::Out of the corner of his eye he sees the broken chair which had done the deed. Then he slwoly turns his head upward towards the figure of the demon. Then, with a look in his eyes of a hellishly-disfigured light, he takes one fingers and, slowly but harshly, slides it across his throat and points at the man called "princeling".::
JR: Now wait a minute. Don't tell me...
JL: This can't be happening, JR!
::Walking in obvious pain, His Royal Darkness grabs the chair remnants and exits the ring. Then, exiting through the door, he proceeds to climb up the side of the Cell, much to the chagrin of the officials and EMTs still at ringside.::
JR: My God! He's going back up?!?!?!
::The camera then zooms in of the face of the demon.::
JL: Look at that, JR!!
JR: He looks like he's just seen a ghost! He's absolutely spooked!!
::He makes it to the top and walks towards the demon, the chair held high over his head. But as he gets close, the demon kicks him in the ribs, feverishly. As the chair falls from the darkling's hands, the demon delivers a headbutt that puts the man on his knees.::
JL: That shot to the head's got to be all, JR. That fruit loop may be ready to do the same thing agai...
::Just then, as the demon prepares an axehandle to the neck, the Dark One quickly punches him in a vulnerable and uncomfortable spot.::
JR: Augh, a low blow. And now TDR's got the chair!
::The demon falls as the darkling rises. The demon is on his hands and knees, with his back exposed. His Royal Darkness folds the chair as best as can be managed, lifts the chair high and quick above his head, and...::
JL: Oh no, you may want to block your ears!!
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*WHACK!!!!!!!!*
Dalkiel the Demon Prince
*TDR crack's the chair across Dalkiel's back. The force was so intense that Dalkiel's back arches and he stand's up, uttering a yell, he peers dead into TDR's eyes as the chair slams into his forhead. The chiar gets hooked on his horns as he stumbles backwards near the edge of the cage.*
JR: Good Lord! He's awfully close to the edge King.
King: His big purple ass better not fall on me JR. I swear I will quit!
JR: I don't think we would survive the impact king. We couldn't quit, we would be dead.
King: Um......
*TDR out of the blue lunges forward into Dalkiel, Dalkiel falls back.......*
JR & King: LOOOOOOKKKKK OOOOOUTTTTTTT!
*KABAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*
*Dalkiel smashes through the Spanish commentary table.*
JR: GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY!
King: He still has the chair on his horns.
JR: OH MY GOD! FOLKS, I really don't know what to say. This has gotten way, WAY out of hand. This was suppose to be a wrestling match, not a barbaric slaughter!
King: Oh come on JR, that's all Dalkiel want's. If he could cut off everyone's head and drink there blood and eat there internals, he would.
JR: But he didn't even move. He just fell straight back right onto his back. There was nothing in the script about this!
*Dalkiel lays there, TDR half hangs over the top of the cage breathing heavily, bleeding, trying to compinsate for where he was. Dalkiel bleeding from the mouth. The EMT's now rush over to check on Dalkiel.*
JR: How in the hell are we suppose to put on a show for the fans if these two guys keep trying to kill each other and keep stopping the match?
King: I don't know! How would I know?
*The crowd......Dead silent*
you could hear a pin drop
*TDR begins to slowly slide, tumble, climb down the cage. By the time TDR makes it down, President SupersInc is at ringside.*
JR: Good, perhaps The President will stop this thing.
*TDR push's past the EMTs, pulling them off of Dalkiel. He grabs another chair, fold's it, and raise's it over his head as Dalkiel groggily comes to.*
JR: No, don't do it!
King: This guy is off his rocker!
*but at the last moment, the president grabs it and tries to take it away. TDR turn's toward him*
SS: Im stopping this match!
TDR: Screw you!
*TDR clocks him with the chair as he is trying to go tell the announcer.*
JR: OH FOR HEAVEN SAKES! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?
King: OK, JR, your right, this is getting out of hand. This guy has snapped.
*TDR then quickly spin's around and whack's Dalkiel dead in the face with it. Dalkiel falls back and lands on SS. TDR throws down the chair and leans over and trys to pick up Dalkiel.*
King: Look at that, the guy can't even move him. What is this guy thinking?
JR: I can't believe either of them are still moving at all.
King: What is he doing?
*with great difficulty, TDR gets Dalkiel back into the ring, along with a chair.*
JR: Enough with the chairs already!
*TDR sets the chair down and wait's.*
King: What in the hell is he doing JR?
JR: I have no idea King. Why doesn't he just finish it.
King: He defeantly got his brains scrambled earlier. This guy is not playing with a full deck.
*Dalkiel pulls himself up by the ropes, With a extremely pissed off look on his face he growls as he turns around. Only to be stunded by a foot to the gut and a grab by the throat. TDR ascend's the ropes and deliver's a makeshift chokeslam on the chair.*
JR: MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT! HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE MUSTER UP ENOUGH STRENGTH TO DO THAT?
King: WOW! That was amazing!
*The referee comes down as I make the cover.*
King: Is it over?
"1..2.."
*Dalkiel kick's out.*
JR: MY GOD! HE KICKED OUT! OH SO CLOSE!
King: Look at the expresion on TDR's Face!
TDR: thinks "What must be done to stop you?"
*TDR start's kicking the chiar, then the ropes, slams his arms down on the ropes as he screams in anger.*
*The crowd is going nuts!*
*TDR walks over to pick up Dalkiel once more. But Dalkiel upper cuts TDR to the Throat, as life has been pumped back into the Demon Prince. Dalkiel, breathing heavily, bleeding his black blood, smiles evilishly as he grabs TDR and Head Butts him, He don't let go, he head butt's him again. He pulls his head back and looks at TDR. Points at the side of the cage.*
JR: KING!!!!! WHERE DID THOSE COME FROM?
King: HOLY BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!
*Several huge spikes have shot out from the inner side of the cage. Dalkiel smiles*
[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: Now its time for you to die!
*Dalkiel goes to whip TDR into the ropes, but somehow TDR reverse's it and Dalkiel get's whipped into the Spikes front forward.*
*like in slow motion.......*
*the crowd gasps, JR and King look at each other, Dalkiel gush's blood and is in total shock, he slides off the spikes as TDR kick's him in the back and deliver's his finisher, Face the Music, onto the chair. TDR fall's on top of him....*
JR, KING, THE CROWD......: as the ref counts
1.......
2.......
3.......
*the ref signals for the bell....*
DING
DING
DING
JR: MY GOD! MY GOD! IT'S OVER AND TDR HAS BEATEN DALKIEL!
King: I can't believe my eyes.
*The arena is in shock.*
*The crowd, JR, King, The Ref, all stand with there mouths hung open as the two lifeless creatures lay there.*
King: I can't believe what I just saw!
JR: My God!
*The ref quickly rolls TDR out of the ring as the EMT's rush to his ad, as the other half of the EMT's rush into the ring.*
King: JR? Did that really just happen???
*TDR crack's the chair across Dalkiel's back. The force was so intense that Dalkiel's back arches and he stand's up, uttering a yell, he peers dead into TDR's eyes as the chair slams into his forhead. The chiar gets hooked on his horns as he stumbles backwards near the edge of the cage.*
JR: Good Lord! He's awfully close to the edge King.
King: His big purple ass better not fall on me JR. I swear I will quit!
JR: I don't think we would survive the impact king. We couldn't quit, we would be dead.
King: Um......
*TDR out of the blue lunges forward into Dalkiel, Dalkiel falls back.......*
JR & King: LOOOOOOKKKKK OOOOOUTTTTTTT!
*KABAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*
*Dalkiel smashes through the Spanish commentary table.*
JR: GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY!
King: He still has the chair on his horns.
JR: OH MY GOD! FOLKS, I really don't know what to say. This has gotten way, WAY out of hand. This was suppose to be a wrestling match, not a barbaric slaughter!
King: Oh come on JR, that's all Dalkiel want's. If he could cut off everyone's head and drink there blood and eat there internals, he would.
JR: But he didn't even move. He just fell straight back right onto his back. There was nothing in the script about this!
*Dalkiel lays there, TDR half hangs over the top of the cage breathing heavily, bleeding, trying to compinsate for where he was. Dalkiel bleeding from the mouth. The EMT's now rush over to check on Dalkiel.*
JR: How in the hell are we suppose to put on a show for the fans if these two guys keep trying to kill each other and keep stopping the match?
King: I don't know! How would I know?
*The crowd......Dead silent*
you could hear a pin drop
*TDR begins to slowly slide, tumble, climb down the cage. By the time TDR makes it down, President SupersInc is at ringside.*
JR: Good, perhaps The President will stop this thing.
*TDR push's past the EMTs, pulling them off of Dalkiel. He grabs another chair, fold's it, and raise's it over his head as Dalkiel groggily comes to.*
JR: No, don't do it!
King: This guy is off his rocker!
*but at the last moment, the president grabs it and tries to take it away. TDR turn's toward him*
SS: Im stopping this match!
TDR: Screw you!
*TDR clocks him with the chair as he is trying to go tell the announcer.*
JR: OH FOR HEAVEN SAKES! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?
King: OK, JR, your right, this is getting out of hand. This guy has snapped.
*TDR then quickly spin's around and whack's Dalkiel dead in the face with it. Dalkiel falls back and lands on SS. TDR throws down the chair and leans over and trys to pick up Dalkiel.*
King: Look at that, the guy can't even move him. What is this guy thinking?
JR: I can't believe either of them are still moving at all.
King: What is he doing?
*with great difficulty, TDR gets Dalkiel back into the ring, along with a chair.*
JR: Enough with the chairs already!
*TDR sets the chair down and wait's.*
King: What in the hell is he doing JR?
JR: I have no idea King. Why doesn't he just finish it.
King: He defeantly got his brains scrambled earlier. This guy is not playing with a full deck.
*Dalkiel pulls himself up by the ropes, With a extremely pissed off look on his face he growls as he turns around. Only to be stunded by a foot to the gut and a grab by the throat. TDR ascend's the ropes and deliver's a makeshift chokeslam on the chair.*
JR: MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT! HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE MUSTER UP ENOUGH STRENGTH TO DO THAT?
King: WOW! That was amazing!
*The referee comes down as I make the cover.*
King: Is it over?
"1..2.."
*Dalkiel kick's out.*
JR: MY GOD! HE KICKED OUT! OH SO CLOSE!
King: Look at the expresion on TDR's Face!
TDR: thinks "What must be done to stop you?"
*TDR start's kicking the chiar, then the ropes, slams his arms down on the ropes as he screams in anger.*
*The crowd is going nuts!*
*TDR walks over to pick up Dalkiel once more. But Dalkiel upper cuts TDR to the Throat, as life has been pumped back into the Demon Prince. Dalkiel, breathing heavily, bleeding his black blood, smiles evilishly as he grabs TDR and Head Butts him, He don't let go, he head butt's him again. He pulls his head back and looks at TDR. Points at the side of the cage.*
JR: KING!!!!! WHERE DID THOSE COME FROM?
King: HOLY BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!
*Several huge spikes have shot out from the inner side of the cage. Dalkiel smiles*
[color=990066]Dalkiel[/color]: Now its time for you to die!
*Dalkiel goes to whip TDR into the ropes, but somehow TDR reverse's it and Dalkiel get's whipped into the Spikes front forward.*
*like in slow motion.......*
*the crowd gasps, JR and King look at each other, Dalkiel gush's blood and is in total shock, he slides off the spikes as TDR kick's him in the back and deliver's his finisher, Face the Music, onto the chair. TDR fall's on top of him....*
JR, KING, THE CROWD......: as the ref counts
1.......
2.......
3.......
*the ref signals for the bell....*
DING
DING
DING
JR: MY GOD! MY GOD! IT'S OVER AND TDR HAS BEATEN DALKIEL!
King: I can't believe my eyes.
*The arena is in shock.*
*The crowd, JR, King, The Ref, all stand with there mouths hung open as the two lifeless creatures lay there.*
King: I can't believe what I just saw!
JR: My God!
*The ref quickly rolls TDR out of the ring as the EMT's rush to his ad, as the other half of the EMT's rush into the ring.*
King: JR? Did that really just happen???
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