Mayhem: Vandal Vs. St. Anger

[Mr. Cameron (President)]

-Thiis is a non-tile bloodbath match. (Bloodbath rules still apply)
-Vandal (c) Vs. St. Anger
-All posts for this match to be posted here.
-400 word minimum, deadline is saturday @ midnight.

[Vandal]

*** It's the first house show after the PPV. The sold out Philadelphia crowd have really gotten thier money's worth. As intermission is coming to an end, the crowd is settling for more great action. "Prodigal Son" by Sevendust begins to play. The new ROF Bloodbath champion "The Wrecking Machine", Vandal, comes out unannounced. He's in full wrestling gear, with the Bloodbath title around his waist. And that intimidating, 12 foot chain over his shoulders. Vandal climbs into the ring to a mixture of cheers and boos. He drops his chain in the far corner of the ring and asks for a microphone...

VANDAL: Here I am, in the mood for a fight. And "Monkey Boy" Barone didn't even see fit to book me for tonight's show. So I decided. I got this shiney new belt. If any of you chumps want a crack at the Bloodbath title? Then walk your ass on down here and get some... Anyone?... Anybody at all...

After several seconds. "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm begins to play. Out comes young up and comer, Carlton Kaz. The capacity crowd gives him a sympathy pop. Vandal starts to laugh...

VANDAL: You? You're the only one with enough guts to come out here? Ok kid. It's your funeral

Kaz climbs into the ring and takes off his warm up jacket. The referee calls for the bell and Vandal charges Kaz like a wild rhino. He smashes the young wrestler with stiff forearm shots. He whips Kaz into the ropes and catches him with a crushing powerslam. The crowd starts to boo as Vandal flexes. The Bloodbath champ then walks over to the corner and picks up his steel chain. As Kaz slowly makes his way to his feet. Vandal begins to wrap that chain around his fist. Once Kaz is on his feet, Vandal blasts him with a hard, steel covered, right hand. Instantly busting the young man open. The ref quickly calls for the bell. Vandal throws the chain over his shoulder, grabs his belt and the mic...

VANDAL: Get that sack of crap out of my ring! Now this Monday. I won't be facing a pathetic little loser like that chump. I'll be facing a bigger, even MORE pathetic loser... St. Anger.(boos) Anger, all you've done since coming to the ROF is get world title shots. And all that happens is you get your ass kicked every time. And Monday night won't be any different. My title may not be on the line. But that's not going to make your ass beating any less severe.
In the CWF, or whatever backyard fed you came from. You may have been a big deal. But here, you're no different to me than that punk kid they just carried out of here. And just like that kid,once you get a taste of my chain? They'll have to carry you out of this ring... Bloody, broken and BEATEN!

Vandal throws the mic down and leaves the ring as his music starts to play...

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[St. Anger]

*ROF announcer, Vince Ricardo, has just gotten a call to meet St. Anger in an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of downtown. Vince rounds up his camera crew and they all jump in the van to go to the location*

Vince Ricardo: "This can't be good. I can't believe I am doing this. What does this freak want with me, at 12:30 at night, in the middle of know where?"

*After about a half hour of driving, the van pulls up outside the warehouse. All the windows have been shattered out by neighborhood thugs, and sections of the building look as if they have been burned down. The camera crew gets out and begins getting their equipment out of their van.*

Vince Ricardo: "Ok, we're here. Where the hell is the freak at? Jimmy, you got the taser, right? good. Kevin, you've got the pepper spray, right? good. Harvey, you've got your inhaler...right? good. I want to be ready in case this freak tries something, now lets go find him and see what he wants."

*The camera crew and Vince Ricardo, all huddled closely together, walk off to find St. Anger. They are spooked on several ocassions by Bats, and a few stray cats. At one point, one of the camera men accidentally tasers Vince Ricardo."

Vince Ricardo: (Laying on the ground mumbling) "Good god Jimmy, put the taser away."

*After several minutes of walking around the warehouse, the crew is about to give up and call it a night when they run right into St, Anger. They all let out a huge scream.*

St. Anger: "Quiet you fools!!! Tonight, I wanted to give the world a sneak preview of what will happen to Vandal at this monday night mayhem. He clearly has no idea who he is up against, and he will pay dearly for his lack of judgement."

*St. Anger tells the camera man to look over to his left, and when he does, the camera man can be heard trimbling in fear at the site of a grave site, with a shovel laying on top of a pile of dirt*

St. Anger: "Vandal, since your arrival here in the ROF, you have claimed to be the distributor of pain. Let me just give you a quick newsflash Vandal, I.....am the distributor of pain!!! I will shed your blood all over the ring, and then proceed to hurt you even more. It's probably a good thing for you, that your pathetic.....meaningless.....title isn't on the line, or I would take that from your dead hands as well. Look over there Vandal, I made something especially for you, and come this monday night.....I will lay your short ROF career to rest!!!!!"

*With that, huge fire balls explode just behind St. Anger, causing the camera crew to drop their equipment and run*

Vince Ricardo: (Running at top speed) "Ruuunnnn!!! I think I just pissed myseeeeeelllllllllffffffff"

[Vandal]

*** Just as St. Anger's promo ends. The scene jumps to Vandal watching Anger's promo on a monitor in the locker room. Standing next to Vandal is Vince Ricardo. As Anger's promo comes to an end, Vandal shakes his head and looks over at Vince...

VANDAL: Tell me you didn't REALLY piss yourself?

Vince just drops his head in shame...

VANDAL: That's got to be the most pathetic thing I have ever seen.

RICARDO: You don't understand. It was really dark, and we were in a really bad neighborhood...

VANDAL: Not that you dickhole! The fact that you piss your pants at the drop of a hat, doesn't suprise me at all. What's pathetic is, this ridiculous little... production I just saw. Was that suppose to be scary? A "grave" OOOOO...I'm shaking in my wrestling boots. Anger, you are just sad. You say I "claim" to be a "Distributer of pain"? I've never claimed anything. I've told everyone exactly what I was going to do. And unlike you, I have backed up everything I said. It's like this Anger. I don't need cheesy theatrics. I don't need to scare a pencil neck reporter...

RICARDO: Hey!

VANDAL: All I do, is beat people up. Plain and simple. And monday night... I'm going to beat you up. I'm going to demoralize you. And then I'm going to make you bleed... AND THERE ISN'T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!

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