The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

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The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby DJS » Sat Feb 06, 2016 11:11 am

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Hardcore Title Qualifier!

Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife

Why is he running? Because we have to chase him. Because he's a watchful protector. A Dark Knight. Yes, Chris Knight sees himself as the hero we deserve, but does that matter to Vladimir Strife? Nah. Injustice is something Chris might stand against, but this matters not to Vladimir Strife. The veteran wrestler who made his debut last month has had his fair share of issues with Jakob Azazel, and tonight he is in with the chance at becoming the next Hardcore Champion, set to return in time for our visit to the Hammerstein Ballroom.

Who will come out on top in this one?


Note: This match is to be held under hardcore rules!

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Deadline for matches is 19th February 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
Voting will start at this time and conclude on 28th February 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby VladimirTStrife » Sun Feb 21, 2016 4:05 am

As the bell tolls thrice, Vladimir is the first out of his corner, pacing to the center of the ring with a hand stretched out before him. Chris slowly steps up to meet him, an eyebrow cocked as he glares with fixation on the kindly gesture. He looks up to the face of the Romanian and back down to his open palm, obviously finding it incredulous. Strife pushes the hand out even further, goading his opponent to take it, but the Bat has done his homework and is all too aware of the unscrupulous tendencies of the Barbarian Lord and refuses to meet him with a show of good sportsmanship that he knows his foe doesn't share. Instead, he gives Vladimir his open palm across his jaw, a loud slap filling the still air and causing the GodKing to take a step back as he tries to process what has just happened. Most individuals would never dare to slap Vladimir, but the Dark Sense of Justice not only dares, he has an encore to deliver as well. Incensed by the disrespect he's receiving, the Bambi Killer goes after Knight, only to find a change in tactics from the younger man and the flat of a boot in his gut. He lurches forward as if chasing after the wind driven from his lungs and his rival wastes no time in slamming an elbow against the length of his jaw, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Chris Knight, perhaps in the interest of the sportsmanship he refuses to show previously, steps back and watches, allowing the Czar of Scars to recuperate a moment as the crowd begins to get a bit pumped up from the efforts of the Canadian.

Eyes glaring toward the opposition, Vladimir takes a second to rub his tender jaw, a smirk upon his face as the fire in the younger man garners his interest. He takes a step toward him and begins to strafe, circling around him and forcing Knight to do the same, their motions looking almost like a ritualistic dance. They gradually close the gap between one another, each sizing one another up with every step and looking for some kind of weakness to exploit. When they've almost reduced the space between them to striking distance, the men pounce in toward one another, each bringing their arms up to greet one another in the traditional collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for advantage, pitting one another's strength against the other, but it is ultimately brains and not brawn that takes the upper hand. Vladimir shifts his upper body to the side and pulls in his arms, bringing the former law enforcer in close and on track for the sharp knee that rises to meet his midsection. As he doubles over, the right arm of the Barbarian Lord wraps around his head in a side headlock, pulling him in close to his ribcage. The detective quickly seeks an out, placing his palm on the lower back of Vlad and trying to push him off, but he finds no give from the veteran, every attempt seeming to instead tighten his grip until the smaller star can begin to feel the pulsation of his own blood in his skull. Only once he thinks he feels Knight begin to fade does the GodKing transition from the hold, firmly jutting out his hip and pulling the 200 pounder in to leverage him across it and flip him down onto his back in the middle of the ring. Vladimir drops down with him, still keeping him in his vice-like grip as he now is pressing down upon his chest, prompting the referee to drop into position in search of an early fall. He slaps the mat once, but it is Vladimir; not Knight, who cuts him short, lifting up his catch enough to end the attempt and drilling him with a hard punch as he releases him. With that, the Romanian comes back up to his feet and, in spite of his usual nature, relents to return the opportunity to catch one's breath to Chris.

While the former officer of the law begins to peel himself up from the mat, the GodKing watches on silently, stretching and twisting his neck to limber himself up for the remainder of the battle. Once he has gotten back to his feet, Chris glares at his opponent, the two locked on and fixated upon one another like rivals in the animal kingdom ready to fight to the death. They begin to circle about yet again, proverbially wearing a groove in the canvas. This was a key match for both men and each run through scenario after another in their head as the prepare to engage one another again. For Chris Knight, a man who'd come to prove that there was no tolerance for corruption and evil; a man devoted to bring even the most heinous and vile individuals to their knees regardless of what it took - there could be no better medium to transmit his message to the world than through quite probably the most morally reprehensible on the roster. For Vladimir Strife, a violent individual with far less of a proclivity towards such matters of morality, this would be a grand opportunity to capture his 12th championship and put himself in a position to have further opportunities to unleash his barbaric tendencies upon the roster.

The men rush one another again, but as Chris goes for a second showing of the collar and elbow tie up, Vladimir grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him into another stiff right hand. The former officer returns fire, rattling a ball of knuckles across the fuzzy jawline of Wrath Personified. The battle tested and hardened Strife is hardly phased by the blow and the men again trade a round shots to the delight of the crowd. Still at a stalemate, Vlad steps in even closer for his next at-bat and brings his fist in towards himself, driving his elbow into the cheek of his opponent and causing him to stagger a second before he is able to produce one of his own in exchange. Fueled by pride, the men go another round of elbows, both coming away from it on shakier ground. Chris raises his foot, the wing of it poised for the gut of the Romanian, but Strife catches it as if to refuse taking the strike out of turn. He steps in close to Knight yet again, this time slipping his leg behind his foe's last support and removing it from under him. Chris drops down hard to the mat, but swiftly clutches onto Strife's head as he does. As they plummet towards the canvas, the Bat recalls some of his training and expertly presses his caught boot into the gut of the Barbarian Lord, using it and his hold upon his cranium to flip the heavyweight over his head and onto his back. The enforcer flips over with him, coming down on his knees into the pectorals of the Czar of Scars and positioning himself for a pinfall attempt. It takes the official a moment to process this, the information temporarily lost to his mind in the shuffle of incredible counter he's just witnessed, but he drops down to the canvas, striking it once as he lands and yelling out "ONE!". He sharply gives another crisp slap upon it, the excitement of the fans rising with the count. He ventures the third, but stops shy as Chris Knight gets bucked aside by the dazed, but still very much contentious, Bambi Killer. An exasperated collective "Awwwww" goes up around the ring, but the match must go on as the pair pick themselves up, dust off and ready another go at each other, more warily than before.

As the two combatants begin to shrink the distance between themselves once more, Chris is first to strike, lashing out with a low kick that catches the GodKing across the side of the knee, torquing it and bringing a wince to his features. Pouncing upon the opening, the Bat takes Vlad by the wrist and pulls him in hard, sending him past himself and soaring into the ropes. The Romanian bounds and comes barreling back toward his opponent, hunkering down under an outstretched arm to avoid the clothesline. He runs to the opposite side of the ring, throwing himself against the ropes once more. Coming back toward the center, he finds Knight still turned away, but gazing back over his shoulder as he raises his boot back and connects with Vladimir's midsection. The Barbarian Lord lurches forward, holding onto his stomach and sets himself in perfect position for the superkick that catches him on the chin and sends him down to the mat with a thunderous clatter. The seeker of justice falls back, collapsing onto the veteran and scoops his leg, again seeking the coveted three-count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Vlad powers out again, shoving the rookie off of himself before rolling away to the outside of the ring to catch his breath. While Chris has failed to cinch the bout, he has won over more of the audience, fans chanting "KNIGHT! KNIGHT! KNIGHT!" as he brings himself back up to his feet and cautiously eyes the Bambi Killer, not allowing himself to be caught up in the excitement of the crowd. Strife looks near ready to climb back into the squared circle and take another go at his foe when he instead grabs onto the apron and flips it up, drawing a rise from the fans of his own as he begins to bring out the full potential of the contest's lack of stipulations. He takes hold of a steel chair, determining to begin with a classic, and pulls it out from the undertow of the ring. He tosses the weapon up and over the ropes, allowing it to land in ring with a plop before returning his attention to the storage area. On this venture, he comes away with a far more extreme selection: a handful of fluorescent tubes taped into a bundle. He slips them under the bottom rope and incidentally upon the steel chair before continuing his search with the casualness of one looking for the remote under the couch cushions.

While the Czar of Scars digs around for another equalizer, Chris Knight takes to the outside of the ring as well, opting to simply pluck a chair from the bell keeper's station and fold it shut before making his way toward his ultraviolent competition. Vladimir, focused upon his hunt, doesn't seem to even register the incoming danger until the flat of a steel seat crashes down upon his lumbar, dropping him to his knees and coaxing an animalistic groan from deep in his throat. Chris swiftly follows up, reigning another blow across his shoulders that calls out toward the rafters like a gunshot. The blast, typically enough to flatten a foe, fails to have such results on the man who has taken more chair shots than alcoholic shots in his lifetime and forces the Bat to reel back and wind up for another. As he lets fly with it, the GodKing twists back toward him and juts his hand out into the stomach of the younger star. Surprisingly, this simple gesture is more than enough to force Chris to relent his seat in favor of the ringside padding. He drops flat, shuddering mildly as a hush comes over the confused crowd and his opponent pulls himself back up to a vertical base.

With whispers abound in the arena among a confused crowd, Vladimir rises up and towers over the squirming Knight, who fights his way up to his hands and knees. The Barbarian Lord clarifies the previous events for everyone as he holds the taser up before him and approaches his opponent from behind, a series of jeers going through the stands. Strife, unfazed by their disapproval, touches the prongs atop the weapon to the side of Chris's neck and, with a click, sends him sprawling face down onto the padding. The relentless tormentor cackles with glee at the irony of utilizing a taser against a former officer of the law before tossing the weapon into the crowd and giving one lucky member of the audience a one of a kind souvenir. He bends down to meet Knight as he is again scrambling to get to his hands and knees and takes him by the back of the hair. He guides him to his feet before tossing him into the guardrail, the young rookie turning to meet it with his lower back. The dull thud from this soon erupts into full blown misery as the strong arm of the 234 pound Romanian slams into Chris's chest like a baseball bat, bending him back against the barricade. The seeker of justice doubles over and raises his arm, barring it over his lower back, but his position is taken as an invitation from his adversary, who hooks his arm around the Canadian's head and rotates him around before grasping the side lip of his tights. Knight has little time and less wherewithal to protest and, with a mighty heave, the GodKing rips him clear of Terra Firma and drops backwards, suplexing him onto the guardrail. The Bat's battered back takes the brunt of the impact, his tender lumbar coming down nigh perfectly aligned with the top of the rail. His body bends about the landing site, looking as though it'll wrap around it before he slumps forward into a heap before the feet of the front row attendees. As he grunts and groans upon the floor, sticky with the residue of overzealous toasts and dropped sodas, fans of the Bat corral about him, offering words of encouragement to him.

Vladimir takes his time getting back up, knowing his opponent won't be quick to do so. He stretches his neck, then calmly walks over to him. He reaches over the rail and grabs onto Chris, who suddenly spins toward him and chucks a clear plastic Solo cup of Budweiser into the Behemoth's face. The Romanian quickly releases his hold to comfort his stinging eyes, wiping furiously at them to work out the overpriced booze. Strife raises his head, the world before him still quite blurry, and is only just able to make out the fuzzed form of a steel chair before it crashes down upon his crown. To the frustration of Knight, the Barbarian Lord only drops to a single knee, having been more than accustomed to chairshots at this point in his career. The rookie back away from his opponent and the rail, making some distance between them. As Vlad at last rises back up, Chris goes on the attack, rushing toward him. He throws caution to the wind and himself to the air, coming over the barricade with a reckless suicide dive, the steel chair clutched tight and held before him as he drives it into the visage of the Bambi Killer with all of his weight behind it. The impact is heard well into the stands as the men collapse in a heap at ringside. A small round of "Holy Shit!" comes from the crowd as the pair lie around, neither seeming in any hurry to get back up as Vlad stares blankly at the lights and Chris squirms about on the mats.

Most of a minute passes before the men begin to stir, each coming up to their feet, slowly but surely, near simultaneously. It is Vladimir who throws the first strike this time, pounding a clenched fist into the forehead of his opponent that sways him. Chris responds with a sudden jolt of energy, rushing forth and lowering himself as he drives his shoulder into the gut of the Behemoth and sends him into the guardrail with the Gore, both men spilling over it in front of the audience, who are ecstatic to see the up close and personal. The men are quicker to their feet this time, both fired up and ready to take the fight to the other. They trade punch after punch, making their way deeper into the crowd as the sea of fans diverts about them. As they approach the steps, Strife finally starts to take advantage in their slug fest, a hard haymaker dazing Chris momentarily and breaking the rapid succession of blows. Vlad, looking to extend his advantage, pulls him toward the handrail and bends him back against it, aggravating the lumbar he worked over earlier in the contest. The seeker of justice squirms uncomfortably, but before he can get away, Strife leaves him with a huge forearm down across the chest.

With a grand wave of his hand and a few choice words, Vladimir shoos away a section of the crowd, clearing the way of any collateral damage for what he has planned in his dark and sadistic mind. He pulls Chris in close, stepping in behind with their backs to the vacant rows and the Barbarian Lord reaches around his waist, locking his hands together before Knight's stomach. Cameras begin to flash all around them as the Behemoth lurches back, whipping his catch off of his feet and into the air. The desperate Canadian struggles, managing to flip himself around toward Vlad and wrap his arm about his head as he does so. His deathlike grip allows Chris to divert their momentum and turn the GodKing around instead of being chucked overhead and he comes down upon his own two feet in a familiar position. The rookie grabs tightly onto the beltloop of the Barbarian Lord, excitement in his eyes at what he's managed to do. He pulls up with all of his strength, lifting Vlad's feet off of the ground for a split second before twisting with him and driving him down face first into the stairs. The momentum of the duo carries them on, causing them to tumble head over heels down the flight of steps gracelessly, their motions looking almost strobbed from the flicker of camera flashes. Almost every fan in the house comes up to their feet, their collective calls of "HOLY SHIT!" deafening all other noise in earshot for the time being.

Chris, starting to finally come to after a moment, looks over to observe an advancing pool of crimson spreading out from the Behemoth's downturned head. As it dawns upon him as to where he is and what the situation is, a sense of urgency overcomes him and he presses up to a standing position despite his throbbing body. The purveyor of justice takes a clump of Strife's slickened hair into his hand and begins to tug it in the direction of the ring. He finds no purchase for ground until the Behemoth, feeling the strain on his scalp, lethargically scrambles up to his feet and follows mindlessly, revealing a face half flush in a deep red to scattered gasps from the crowd. Knight gets sight of the gore, but presses on, towing the GodKing behind him on his way towards victory and immortality. The Romanian stops in his tracks, weakly trying to muster up a resistance, but the Bat refuses to have any of it. He takes Vlad by the arm and jerks hard, whipping him about himself and right into the guardrail once more, sending the Czar of Scars tumbling outside of the ring one final time. He follows over gingerly, carefully coming over the rail with his eyes fixated on the downed legend.

Chris takes Vladimir by the back of the pants and head as he squirms around, using them to leverage him back up to his feet long enough that he can roll him back into the coveted squared circle. He follows him in, his heart pounding as he rests himself upon the nearly unbeatable veteran and the referee slips into place besides them. The fans scream along with him, hoping the unconventional hero can take the victory today.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"TH-"

The Czar of Scars twists himself sideways, forcing his shoulder off of the mat and granting himself a momentary reprieve. Chris looks beside himself with shock, not able to comprehend how Vlad could kick out of it. He looks around in search of anything to help him seal the deal, when a glint catches his eye. He pulls himself up and takes the Romanian by his hair yet again before once more setting his sights on the steel chair midring and the lighttubes rested upon it. He drags the unwilling Barbarian Lord up to his feet, who seems barely unable to stand upon them until he suddenly hunkers down and moves in, wrapping his arms around Knight's midsection and lower back. He squeezes as hard as he can, lifting up the lighter competitor in a rare bearhug out of desperation. Initially panicked, Chris quickly remedies the situation with two stiff rights to the bloodied forehead of the veteran, forcing him to release him. With a kick to the gut, Knight doubles Strife over. He grabs his arm and pulls it back through his legs, setting up the common and yet incredibly significant Pump Handle position. His fans begin to go wild as the Bat leverages the GodKing up and onto his shoulder for the Batwing, but it soon goes awry as a sharp pain returns in his lumbar - the minute and momentary lapse into agony being all it takes for Vladimir to go over Chris's shoulder and land on his feet.

Refusing to let his back pain keep him from putting down one of the most vile persons to ever step into the ring, Chris spins around - only just in time to meet the wing of the GodKing's boot as it slams into his gut. He nearly folds over upon himself, but the Czar of Scars is more than happy to help keep him afloat by hooking his arms under Knight's and tucking his head between his thighs. With a mighty heave, things go upside down (And all too literally) for the Bat before coming crashing down (also quite literally). The shattering of glass rings out, drawing the crowd to their feat as a cloud of fine particulates rises into the air from the wreckage of the Skesis Driver. Vladimir hooks his opponent's leg and glares out intensely as the official plops down beside them and makes the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

The bell calls out as Vlad releases the latest in a long line of men fallen at his hands and slips out of the ring, coughing and sputtering from the effort he's put forth. In spite of the performance, the fans jeer on, showing their disdain for the morally unscrupulous Strife as he raises his favorite finger to them and staggers his way toward the back.
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby Chris Knight » Sun Feb 21, 2016 4:41 am

The lights die down as rhythmic stomping, clapping and guitars play. After a few moments, the sound of Johnny Cash's voice picks up as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" plays. Emerging from behind the curtain is the man known as "The Bat", Chris Knight wearing black combat boots, dark camo cargo pants tucked into the boots, a black wifebeater, fists taped and in a black trench coat. Some fans boo him, hating what Chris Knight stands for, many more cheering knowing what he represents for the business and the world as a whole.

Sanction:
Who do we have here?

Steel:
Looks to be one of the new XWA signings. Don't know much about him, but he looks ready for a fight. But will he be able to fight on equal footing with Vladimir Strife after the vulgar display put on last month against Jakob Azazel?

Chris walks down the entry way, generally ignoring the fans. He stretches out his neck for the bout ahead, throwing his shoulders and arms back as well. He reaches the ring side area and quickly sprints to, and up, the stairs, stopping at the top of the apron. 

Ramierez:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under hardcore rules. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs in a two hundred lbs. This is the man known as "The Bat". This is Chris Knight!


Chris walks across the apron slowly, climbing the turnbuckle furthest away from the entrance way. He climbs to the top rope, and perches on it. He glares up the entry way for a moment, letting loose a slight grin. He once again stretches his neck before dropping into the ring. Knight stands in the corner while glaring towards the entry way. His steely gaze showing the hardness of a detective who has seen the worst humanity has had to offer as new music begins to play, Chris Knight removes his jacket and jumps on the spot awaiting the GodKing.

Ramierez:
And his opponent from Sighisoara, Romania. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds. He is the GodKing, Vladimir Tepes Strife!

As Strapping Young Lad's 'The New Black' begins to play through the P.A. system, the lights dim down to near black, a spotlight illuminating the entrance and directing the attention of the fans toward it. The rhythmic, warlike drums pound - the light strobing with their thunderous report. The tune seems to build and back off time and again until, at last, the instruments harmonize. As the do, the light ceases it's flickering, as if by command of the 6'0", 234 lbs figure that comes out onto the stage. A long, black trench coat drapes down over his raven blue long-sleeved shirt and his black pants, extending nearly the full way to his onyx, steel-toed boots. His face is framed at the top by long chocolate hair, seeming almost black and at the bottom by a bushy beard. In the center of the frame is a portrait of rage incarnate. The face of the Romanian is twisted into a fiery expression of anger with piercing hazel eyes peering out from under his thick, furrowed brows. His mouth is twisted at it's edges into what would most accurately be considered a snarl.

With a sense of purpose and determination, Vladimir Strife begins his trek to the ring, his boots clopping heavily upon the steel ramp under the din of the blaring heavy metal. He makes his way down to ringside and quickly marches up the steps, almost jogging his way up to the apron before peeling off his coat and allowing it to crumple into a heap on the ringside mats. He pauses for a moment to look around the arena at the fans in attendance, his glare near-menacing all the while. He breaks from the peek around abruptly after a moment, swinging a leg between the top two ropes and popping into the ring before taking a run at the ropes, throwing himself into them and crossing back and forth across the squared circle a few times as he prepares himself for the battle to come.

Sanction:
This looks to be good. Neither men look interested in backing down from another.

Steel:
Both of these men have seen a lot in their lives. Look at Vlad's scarred and charred body, and who knows in his past profession what Chris Knight has seen.

As the bell rings both men charge towards one another, locking up but the larger GodKing quickly drives his knee into the gut of the former Detective. He follows up by smashing his arm into the back of Knight before aggressively pushing him back into the corner, where he quickly proceeds to begin punching Knight in the head, attempting to cave his opponents skull in. Annoyed by the fact that Knight is still conscious, Vlad charges to the ropes. After rebounding, he is quickly met by an elbow from Knight, who ran on fumes to allow himself some breathing room. Knight turns back towards Vlad before kicking him in the ribs. Chris looks to the ref asking for a refresher on the rules, and when the ref shrugs and says there are none, Knight turns and kicks Vlad in the ribs before quickly dropping down and strangling Vlad. The GodKing struggles to get the Knight's grip from his throat by pulling at the arms, but given his disadvantaged position, he doesn't have the leverage to free himself. So being the genius fighter Vlad is, he begins to punch at the ribs and skull, eventually loosening up the grip, allowing him to force Chris off balance and connecting with a headbutt from his prone position. The Bat's eye begin to water as he gets to his feet as Vlad slips under the rope. While it's has only been a brief time since the bell rang, the quick assault he both delivered and took has caused some disorientation. Taking a moment, he looks back in the ring as two feet come sliding at him. He catches them quickly and tosses them to the side, exposing the Knight's head under which Vlad quickly delivers a boot to.

Vlad grips Chris' head, lifting him up and slamming him to the mat. The air is knocked out of the Toronto Detective's lungs when he meets the rough ring apron, and slumps to the ringside area, sitting up to try and catch his breath. The Romanian Monster grabs Chris Knight around the neck, lifting him up to his feet before tossing him into the ring steps, separating the two portions. The Bat-Man of Toronto rolls away in pain, gripping his shoulder and trying to shake feeling into it. At this point, Vlad decides it's time to play and goes under the ring. After taking a moment to dig Vlad emerges with a kendo stick. Chris has made his way quickly over to the barrier, and is met with the business end of the kendo stick across his neck. The Knight's body tenses up as the wooden stick bends around him, and he staggers away while being met by yet another shot from the kendo, this time right across the shoulder blades. Chris Knight cries out as the welts begin to form on his back. Knight turns just in time to see a swing from Vlad and ducks it, but Strife quickly follows up by wrapping it around Chris' neck pulling back quickly with a Russian Leg Sweep into the barrier.

Sanction:
Vlad is doing his best to keep Knight under his control and not letting him get near anything to use against him.

Steel:
If this is all Chris Knight is, he won't last long here in XWA.

Vlad gets back to his feet and drives the end of the Kendo stick into the throat of Knight, pushing as hard as he can, screaming taunts at Knight. Happy with his assault so far, Vlad ducks under the ring again and begins to pull out a series of weapons; trash cans, lids, road signs, cookie sheets, tossing them all into the ring. Strife turns back to Knight who has made his way to his feet and delivers a stiff kick to the head of his opponent, before grabbing Vlad by the neck and tosses him head first into the barricade. Knight turns to see all the toys in the ring and slides into the ring, grabbing a trash can lid and quickly rolling back out. Vlad gets back to his feet, only to be met with the aluminum lid, the metal folding around his skull. Vlad goes stumbling backwards from the blow, trying his hardest to keep his balance. Knight keeps up with Vlad, once again smashing the trash can lid over the apparently thick skull of the Romanian. After this, the Bat looks at the lid and tosses it to the side. Chris stretches his back trying to ignore the welts on his back, quickly looking under the ring and pulling out a police night stick. He expertly swings it around in his hands, finishing up the display with a shot to Vlad's ribs, then another quickly to the back. Strife stumbles some more until once again taking a blow to the back of his legs which finally drops the big Romanian wrestler. Vlad grips his knee after the attack, which Knight notices and takes the opportunity to further the damage, delivering another blow with the nightstick, Vlad begins to kick at the Bat to keep him away. This doesn't deter the Detective who takes the chance to hit Vlad in the stomach, tossing the tool to the side to choose his next mode of attack.

Chris ducks under the ring, pulling out two tables. He slides one into the ring and lifts the other one and moves it to a barricade, taking a moment to find the angle he likes. Meanwhile, Vlad makes his way to his feet, bending his knee repeatedly to try and get feeling back into it. Knight turns to see Vlad on his feet, smirking as he runs at Strife. Vlad's experience in these kinds of matches takes over as he sees the oncoming former cop because he drops his hips, ducks his head, catching Knight and throwing him over his head. The splat of body on stiff mats resound as Vlad takes a knee to survey the situation and Chris Knight's back spasms under him. Vlad turns to Knight, grabbing him by the head and lifting the smaller man to his feet. They walk over slowly to where the table sits as Vlad slams Knight face first into the furniture. Knight, dazed, lays back against it as Vlad delivers a few stiff punches again to make sure his opponent stays in place. Vlad takes a few paces back before charging at his opponent. Vlad twists his body, driving his arm into the body and chin of Knight with a running European Uppercut that hits with such force, it breaks the table. Both men lay out on the ground, the brutality of the match beginning to show. The ref runs out to check on the men, see if they can continue, only to get shoved away by both men as they work their way back to the ring.

Steel:
Knight seems to have run out of steam. Vladimir Strife may just have this match in the bag.

Sanction:
Vlad has taken a fair bit of offense himself, and Knight doesn't seem to be much of a slouch as you think.

Vlad gets to his feet as Knight pulls himself up against the barricade. Vlad is determined to not let Knight get up, so he charges again for a spear. As if on instinct or just by mere coincidence, Knight falls out of the way, sending the Romanian into the barricade, destroying a part of it. Fans dive out of the way to make sure they don't get hurt. Knight sits up and shakes his head, happy he managed to dodge such an attack. Chris stands to his feet, and slides into the ring as Vlad comes around and realizes where he is. Chris looks out to his shock as Vlad makes his way to his feet. Chris Knight can't believe it, this monster is still able to move as Vlad stumbles slowly to the ring. Knight backs off, wanting to evaluate the scene. Knight sees a trash can and grabs it, placing it in the middle of the ring just right. Chris then approaches Vlad, but Vlad drops to his knees and lowblows Knight. Before the Bat can fall, Vlad puts his head between Knight's legs and lifts up seeing the trash can. A sick smile crosses the face of the big Romanian, as he snaps Chris around with his snap Alabama Slam called Scourge of God. The trash can crumbles under Knight's body, which begins to convulse.

Steel:
See? Told you! Chris Knight is just talk. Seeking justice, falling to Vladimir Strife.

As quick as Vlad can, he covers the prone body of his adversary for the night, the ref checks Knight's shoulders.

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As of Knight's body knew it was in trouble, a convulsion forces his shoulder off the mat to prevent the three count. Strife sits up shaking his head, impressed, as he looks around the ring for some more toys to play with. He locks onto one of the street signs and gets to his feet. Strife walks to the corner and wedges the street sign in between the top and middle rope. Vlad turns and grabs Knight, lifting him up to his feet. The GodKing grabs the Bat's arm and begins to throw him towards the sign, following closely and driving him head first into the sign. Knight doesn't move until Strife grabs his opponent by the waist of his pants, pulling him out from the ropes as the Bat-Man crumbles to the mat. Strife grabs Chris by the arms, pulling him towards the middle of the ring. Once in position, Vlad walks to Knight's feet, jumping in the air and dropping his leg across the length of the Detective's body, driving his heel into Knight's mouth. Chris lays there unmoving, the match showing it's toll on his body. Vlad once again covers Chris, as the ref again gets down into position.

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Knight again gets his shoulder up, as Vlad rises to a sitting position, grabbing his hair in frustration. Vlad rolls out of the ring and goes underneath the ring one more time. He begins to pull out bunches of light tubes, some in bundles some on their own, placing them under the turnbuckles. While taking this time to build the arsenal, Chris begins to show signs of actual consciousness, slowly sitting up and Vlad notices. Happy with the new weapons in the ring, he slides in and delivers a running kick to the head of Knight. The Czar of Scars grabs the light tubes and sets up a few bundles in the ring, and when he stands he makes a cut throat gesture to signal his intentions. He walks over to Knight grabbing his arm, to lift him up. The Czar kicks the Bat in the gut and places his head in between his legs. When Knight senses his arm getting hooked behind his back, he snaps awake and quickly rotates his body around. Knight reaches back landing a stiff slap along the neck of Vlad before quickly following up with another. Vlad gets pissed off with the idea that he's just been slapped twice he swings for a punch which is ducked quickly by Knight. The former Detective stands up straight and delivers another two stiff slaps to Vlad, quickly spinning with a hard back fist, dazing the Czar. Chris sees a bundle of light tubes that Vlad had placed by their feet and lifts them up over his head, bringing them down across the scalp of the Czar. The sharp glass cutting into the flesh causes blood to begin pouring down Vlad's face.

Sanction:
This hardcore match is getting violent now. Those light tubes are vicious!

Steel:
Vlad set up for his own downfall introducing those weapons.

Knight pulls a tube free, and kneels over Vlad's body, pushing the shattered edge of the light tube into the face of the Czar and slides the weapon across Vlad's head. Seeing an open wound, Knight takes his taped first and punches the cuts to open them up even more. Content with the damage, Chris stands up and goes to the other light tubes, picking several of them up and bringing them back to where the others were just shattered. Knight picks Vlad up, turning the Czar's back to himself, Chris wraps his arm around the neck forcing Strife to bend backwards. Chris lifts up Vlad and spins quickly, plunging Strife head first onto the light tubes with Paroxysm. Knight wastes little time covering Vlad.

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Vlad quickly shoots his shoulder off the mat keeping the match alive for a while longer. Chris wastes little time, getting to his feet and surveys what is left in the ring. Eying the table, he walks over and grabs it. Lining up the table diagonal to a turnbuckle, he unfolds the legs and sets it up. The Bat slides out of the ring and once again ducks under the apron, pulling out another bundle of light tubes. He rolls into the ring, gets to his feet and places them on the table. Chris walks over to Vlad, lifting the bloodied opponent to his feet and walking him to the corner. Using what strength he has left, Knight lifts Vlad onto the top rope before delivering a few more punches to the bloody skull of Vlad. Chris turns his back to the corner and lifts himself up onto it. With some maneuvering, Chris manages to get the Romanian Czar onto his shoulder before jumping towards the table, driving Vlad head first with a modified Batwing shattering the table and light tubes. The momentum of the plunge drapes Chris' body over Vlad's own. Ref slides into position, carefully avoiding the shattered glass.

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The bell sounds as Chris slowly rolls to his back, the fact that he just beat the unbeatable monster in one of the Czar's specialty matches doesn't sink in until the ref raises the Bat's hand and “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash begins to play. Knight's body reminds him of the violence he experienced throughout the match as he rolls out of the ring and limps towards the back, raising a blood soaked fist in the air in victory.
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby DJS » Thu Mar 03, 2016 5:08 pm

Two great matches here between some of our newer members- get VOTING on this one!
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby Michael Swift » Sun Mar 06, 2016 1:02 pm

Strife: The description of this match is sick. Right from the opening line, I knew from a technical standpoint, this was going to be a great read. The way the crowd gets written in is great as well. The bring of the taser and the beer spot were really enjoyable.
In order to turn this match a 5 star match, the pacing would need to be stronger. While the writing itself was beautiful, and several of the spots creative, the match overall felt incredibly slow. And while slow pacing can be great in a match, it is really rough to have for an entire match. On top of that, the thick chunks of match not featuring commentary just made it even thicker. Also, the swap from doing counting in the paragraphs to doing them on their own lines was a jarring style shift.
Match Rating: 3 stars

Knight: I loved the part where Knight turned to ask about the rules. It just is a nice touch that speaks to his character. For the match length, it did a great job getting over how tough Strife was as well, since he took some of the worse bumps in this match. The entrances were really awesome, a lot more vivid than I am used too.
In order to turn this match a 5 star match, both wrestlers need to live up to their intelligence. While occasionally it is fine to have someone do something without looking at their opponent and get punished for it, the entire middle segment of the match was one person taking their eyes off the other get reequip and then the tides turned. Like, these two are suppose to be super smart, but this match made them look kinda dumb. I would have liked to have seen a bit more creativity in spots, as most of them were just hit other person with item. Putting someone through a table was nice, but seeing some new stuff is always nice. Would also need some improvements on the finish, though that was perfectly acceptable.
Match rating: 3 stars

This is another super close match this week for me, that could go either way depending on the day. At the moment, I am feeling Knight's match.
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby Methylated Spirit » Tue Mar 08, 2016 10:43 pm

Vlad: I pretty much agree with Swift. You know your description is on point, but in this match you've pulled a Stephen King - you've at times went balls deep in the asshole of descriptive writing but not going at a pace where they're feeling it. Like Swift said, it felt really slow reading the match. That's pretty much my only complaint since I don't believe in rating down based upon commentary and writing structure. That said, I did feel the match finish wasn't anything to write home about and feel that you could have done more given the nature of the match.

Chris: Well, that was a perfect average match in the sense that there's nothing at all fundementally wrong. Like Swift said, the spots were a bit bland for a hardcore match but that's not really a complaint; not every match has to be "rope flip powerbomb through 43943 tables" etc. I must admit that I had to read the finish a few times over to get my head around the set up, but that's likely due to me being pretty tired whilst reading this. It's also towards the end that I feel the match tapers off a bit from it's strong start, whilst the description does hold depth it does start to seem a little humdrum (though that may be to try and relate the frantic energy of the match at this point - it didn't quite come across as that for me).

Once again I'm going to have to parrot Michael; it's close. Ridiculously close. But I'm going to go for Vladimir. Though slow and somewhat difficult to get through, the actual quality of writing remains relatively constant throughout his match whereas I feel Chris' does begin to decline towards the end. Though fuck me it's close.
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Re: The Good, the Bad & the XWA: Chris Knight vs. Vladimir Strife- HC TITLE QUALIFIER!

Postby styg » Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:55 am

Vladimir Strife
Good character-driven story to the match. Chris going for a chair as his first weapon while Vladimir goes to the light tubes was a really nice touch to highlight their respecive approaches to this environment. Tossing the taser into the crowd was another fantastic character moment that told us a lot about Strife (although I imagine security probably took it off the fan soon enough, lol).

I can't quite make my mind up on whether I like the slow pacing - some turns of phrase were fantastic (I especially liked how evocative "the casualness of one looking for the remote under the couch cushions" was) and the prose was engaging in a slow-burning, almost surreal kind of way which feels very different to most. The cost of that however is that it does lose some of the raw viscerality of what feels like it would be a brutal, intense match. The lack of commentary to break up those long paragraphs may be part of it.

The lack of entrances meanwhile doesn't feel like a strike against, but just as a general observation I'm curious to see how you'd have brought in those great individual character touches to them. Also on the subject of phraseology, the mixing up of nicknames and other epithets to keep things from growing repetitive and to enhance the images of the characters was nice. Solid enough finish, keeping Chris strong while showing how this type of match is Vladimir's playground.


Chris Knight
One little note for future reference, Mark Sanction is more the commentator who knows background stuff, especially about faces. That didn't affect my vote. I just felt it was worth pointing out.

The discussion about how they've both presumably seen/done a lot of unpleasant things in their lives, tying them together that way, was a great kickoff. And Chris checking about the rules was awesome, showing that he'll be brutal when it's called for, but not otherwise. Solidly evocative action and description; it's nor as deep in character as Vladimir's take, but it trades that off by keeping the pacing and the intensity up.

One big difference is that Vladimir seems a lot more emotional here than in his own take, which it's hard to really count as a criticism since it's hard to know someone else's character that well without much exposure. It does change the match quite a lot, however. A bigger criticism is that once the match proper gets in, it's pretty much all Chris all the way for a long, long stretch; while it's effective in showing how tough Vladimir is, it feels less back-and-forth than the first match, and feels like - given the match type - it's the wrong person in primary control. I think Chris's win would have been more emotive if he'd had to fight from underneath more.

The action was solid, and the finish in its own right was good, but it didn't really build to it that much, I felt. It just kind of happened like at some point, oh hey, the match is over. Again, good use of nicknames and descriptors.

Verdict
Both good matches. I enjoyed them, and I'm looking forward to seeing more from both characters. Chris's had the better balance of viscerality and description, while Vladimir's was very heavy on the latter and light on the former. On the other hand, I feel like Vladimir's did more for putting over both characters, on balance, and on that basis, my vote goes to Vladimir Strife. It's definitely close though. Great job from both of you.
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