[Three] vs Killa-mo

[MrWeirdFox]

Two of Three Falls Match
The wrestler or diva to win 2 of the 3 falls in the match is declared winner.
Traditional match rules apply with pinfall, submission, countout and DQ as ways to win a fall.

 

[KillaMo187]

Killa-mo walks out of the Entrance ramp wondering again without any weapons. He's really on a proving kick tonight.

I send you all to Satan, send you to the Devil decapitated,
Splattered, degraded, rather amazing manners of hatred manifestation,
The cannibal data-related to random standards of ********' faggots stabbed in they faces,
Buckets of acid, hitchike with truckers in traffic,
I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic,
My outer appearance is nothing but average,
Inside of my brain structure, the primary function is madness,
Torture these chambers, puttin' blow torches to faces,
Corpses in my basement, torsos are my favorite,
Autopsy's invigerating, killing you is refreshing and liberating,
Playing with the dead is extensively tittelating,
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty,
Sell you on the black market in pieces to anybody who pays me,
Limited quantity, culinary sodomy,
Unique cuisine, delicacy, the ultimate in quality.

Announcer: INTRODUCING FIRST. FROM THE EASTSIDE OF DETROIT, MICHIGAN WEIGHING IN AT 252 POUNDS. THE OWNER OF XTREME WICKED WRESTLING. HE IS VIOLENT BY NATURE. KILLLLLLLLLLLLLA-MO ONE...EHIT...SEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!


Killa-mo slides into the ring and takes his jacket and bandana off. Allthough he's had some time to rest he knows he has to take his opponent serious or this is it for him. He sits in his corner and awaits his opponent.  

[The Number Three]

Clang!
The lights shut off leaving the arena dark save for the few exit signs, and the multitude of star-like points of cell phones. A hiss of fog machines fills the arena, pouring thick fog over the staging area. Soon the fog lay heavy over the floor. Lights flashed as people took pictures hoping to catch an image of something.

"Sound of Madness" -Shinedown began playing over the pa system. In the dark more lights begin strobing as fans began taking pictures hoping to see more than the darkness allowed. Strobe lights soon light up in time with the beat of the song.

Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack, always coming in last
Bringing up the past, no one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the a**
So paranoid, watch your back

In the darkness, the fog began to stir on the stage and brief flashes of a figure moving could be seen in the strobing lights.

Oh my, here we go

Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell

The disturbance moved onwards, slowly heading towards the ring. Fans near the ramp began shouting as some were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of whoever it was in the fog.

You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine

When the figure reached the apron the disturbance slid into the fog that had settled low in the ring. The spot lights returned, and slowly a dark figure rose from the mat. Fog poured from The Number Three's shoulders as he stood to his feet, his presence drawing out a roar of cheers to the whole audience.

I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

Three climbed half way up a turnbuckle and opened his arms as if to embrace the audience. Stepping down he moved towards his corner of the ring; ready for the match to start.  

[KillaMo187]

DING DING

Killa-mo attempts a collar and elbow lock up.  

[The Number Three]

Three moved in, locking up with KM; however he would quickly move to transition into an arm wrench via an attempted knee to the gut.

 

[KillaMo187]

Killa-mo's arm is twisted into the arm wrench and the knee to the gut just did nothing more but take his breath away. Killa-mo drops to his knees.  

[The Number Three]

With the armwrench locked in Three would try to flip behind KM and turn it into a hammerlock, if he was able to lock it in he would attempt to grab KM's other arm and put him in a double chicken wing hold, all try and plant him with a Tiger Suplex.

 

[KillaMo187]

Killa-mo is thrown into the hammer lock. Three does succeed in switching to a double chicken ring hold. As Three attempts the tiger suplex. Killa-mo attempts to anchor his weight onto the mat.. after 10 seconds of attempting Killa-mo is unsuccessful and is driven tot he mat with the tiger suplex.  

[The Number Three]

Three groaned, no matter how destructive that move is to your opponent, it always takes a little out of you as well. He releases the hold, not looking to bridge the suplex into a pin, or even go for a second... not this early anyway.

Three pushes himself up to he feet and throws a demon horn taunt into the air, eliciting a round of cheers from his fans in the arena. Black face, and horns dot the myriad of colors that fans wear to these events.

Three turns his attention back to Killa-Mo ready to start pulling him up by the neck if he hadn't already started to get up on his own.

 

[KillaMo187]

The vow to be less hardcore in the ring for 2012 is starting to catch up to KM as he is pulled up. It's only a matter of time before old habbits die hard. None the less Killa-mo is lifted up by his opponent.  

[The Number Three]

With Killa-Mo up on his feet Three was able to grab for his arm and attempt to throw Killa-Mo towards the ropes. Three waited to see if he would rebound off the ropes, if he did Three would bend down to try and catch Killa-Mo with a back body drop from the middle of the ring.

 

[KillaMo187]

Killa-mo is thrown into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes but has gained some form of momentum. Killa-mo attempts to counter three's attempt with an attempt of a Yukuza kick.  

[The Number Three]

Three had started to bend down when the Yakuza kick came at him, which brought his head right into the point of impact. Killa-Mo's kick connected, blasting Three backwards off his feet. He lay on the mat one arm reaching up to hold his now throbbing head.

 

[KillaMo187]

Killa-mo attempts to follow up with a big splash. if successful he will make a pin attempt.  

[The Number Three]

The splash connected, impacting hard on Three's body. He groaned as Killa-Mo went for a pin cover. The official was down in a flash and slapped the mat for the first count, but Three got his arms under Killa-Mo and shoved up on him to push him off his own body as he kicked out.