Hardcore Barbed Wire Match
Victory Conditions: KO, Pin, Verbal Submission, or one of the combatants are unable to continue.
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Those in the audience would likely remember this fight for a long, long time. There were many unique fighters at the LAW arena, with interesting backstories, fan followings, and fun designs that thrill the crowds to no end. LAW possessed a little bit of everything, possessing at least one thing someone could find enjoyment in. Tonight, one of the more unique tastes the audience members would finally be satiated, a match type that was far from common in the league, and even further away from any concept of the word “Safe”.
The ring was like a construction zone out of a strange horror movie. Inside the squared arena, the floor was littered with various 2x4’s and folding tables made of various materials. While weapons and table matches were not exactly new to LAW, what really caught everyone’s attention were the ropes of the ring…or lack thereof. Instead of the standard practice of having elastic ropes covered in a soft padding, the ring sported three long lengths of barbed wire, woven tightly together to insure any fool unfortunate enough to be thrown against them would not escape without feeling their searing bite. The ropes were laced together with even more of the prickling metal, creating something close to a fence, making escape from the ring nearly impossible once one was to enter.
No matter what happened, the simple display of the ring promised a violent and brutal fight to occur for the night. Weapons, barbed wire, and no referee in sight. What more could the people want?
The lights began to dim, signaling the start of tonight’s event. The crowd hushed and waited, watching as a dense white fog began to roll away from one of the entryways. It was silent at first, the heavy mist growing in form and density, shrouding whatever was beneath and obscuring everything it consumed from view.
Christie Myers
Christie would walk down the ramp in a casual stride, stopping only once to openly slab a fan that was too close to the rails right across the face. By the time she made it to the ring, the Crypt Keeper stare at the barbed wire ropes, tilting her head curiously. She moved the shovel of her shoulder and at the metal, which hardly gave any quarter at her prodding. Satisfied that the metal was wound up tight, Christie hopped inside the sadistic square with a smile and flame in her crimson eyes.
With a quick flick of a wrist, a microphone seemed to appear out of thin air and into the Crypt Keepers hand, the sadistic smile never crawling away from her lips as she brought the microphone close enough for everyone to hear her.
“All right, you sad sacks of shit, listen up!” Her voice was sensual, but clearly violent, “Apparently, Management isn’t quiet sick of me breaking all their favorite toys just yet, so they sent me out here tonight with all of these fun little toys to play with…” Christie seemed to gesture towards he discarded weapons, but fondly patted the barbed wire like it was a pet, “And this time, they got me up against a washed up old has-been named Heather Something-or-other. I guess they thought she might put me in my place…but they are wrong. If she is anything like everyone else I have seen here, she won’t last five minutes in this ring, but I’m willing to give her a shot.”
Christie turned towards the opposite entrance, pointing her shovel at the empty space as if her foe was standing right there, her crimson eyes seemed to have a flame dancing around in cynical glee!
“So, come on out Heather! Let’s do this! New blood against old! Show me why these losers seem to think your hot shit!”[b/]
