Post by 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕰𝖓𝖉 on Aug 8, 2012 23:31:44 GMT -5
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The blow hit him like a brick, but he didn’t let it take him off of his game. Stepping forward he anchored with his left hand on Desmond’s shoulder and quickly returned fire. The elbow struck him directly on the brow, and it wasn’t long until Desmond Chance fired back. Elbow after elbow, the two men exchanged as the crowd urged them on. MONROE was in the PCW Arena, but it wasn’t a Pure Class event. Each strike the men exchanged had more velocity behind, that’s when MONROE finally broke the change. Hitting another elbow, he quickly followed it up with a european uppercut. Desmond stumbled and before he could gather his thought he was hit with another european uppercut.
Measuring him, he once again brought another uppercut against his opponent who could do nothing but scramble into the corner – and this is what he did. With his back to the turnbuckles, Desmond was met with an onslaught of hard kicks to his abdomen. When he doubled over a european uppercut was waiting to open him back. Stumbling forward, he tried to push MONROE off but was only met with a snap kick to the side of his left knee which instantly brought him to his knees, and that’s when MONROE went for the killing blow. After taking a step away from the downed Desmond Chance, he rushed forward – but Desmond was ready.
Rushing forward, he caught MONROE midair and took him down to the mat with beautiful side suplex. Rolling MONROE up for the pin, he waited as the referee hit the mat.
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MONROE kicked out, and a look of desperation could be seen painted across Chance’s face. Working his way up to his feet, he led MONROE up by his hair only to level him with short-arm clothesline and once again go for the pin attempt.
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But once more, MONROE kicked out. This time, however, Desmond didn’t have a chance to vent. As he got to his knees, he was met with MONROE’s flying legs. Before wrapping them full around Desmond’s throat, he pulls Desmond’s right arm into the fold and turns it into a flying triangle. Arching his back, he fully extended his upper torso while violently flailing with Desmond’s arm in his grasp. The referee tried to check on Desmond, but MONROE was quick to roll the move over – with both men on their stomachs MONROE quickly transitioned. While maintaining control of Desmond’s arm, MONROE quickly slides his legs off of Desmond’s neck.
Keeping arm control, he pushes his legs off of Desmond’s back to bridge over and quickly corrects himself to land on his feet. He pulled at Desmond’s arm, leading him to his feet as he took Desmond’s free arm and tucked it between his legs. Using the damaged arm to anchor the pumphandle MONROE wasted no time in lifting him up and over into a samoan drop hold. Throwing his right arm up and around Desmond’s neck, he quickly fell to the side hitting what he calls The Gamera (III: Pumphandle Death Valley Bomb.) Taking a hold of Desmond’s right arm, he interlocked with his own while applying a headlock – The Nemesis Gate III. Desmond Chase showed signs of life, struggling to get to the ropes as MONROE thrashed wildly.
Within inches of the bottom rope, the rug was pulled out from beneath his feet. Using his feet, MONROE dragged Desmond to the very center of the ring. Tightening his hold, he curled his legs inward towards his chest and began to drive knees to the top of Desmond’s head while shaking the man violently. It was a matter of seconds before his hand came down. Tapping feverishly, the VIOLENTIA referee quickly called for the bell but MONROE didn’t release the hold. The referee stepped in, pulling at MONROE’s arm before smacking the back of the man’s head to goad him out of it. The crowd ignited from the display, fans of the product knew that this was the man that had born with within VIOLENTIA.
Releasing Desmond’s arm, he slowly dragged the man to his feet. Pausing for a moment, he looked to the crowd and knew exactly what they wanted. Hooking his arm, with a heave he deadlifted Desmond into the air. Stumbling forward, it was only seconds before he tossed the man forward, releasing him as he did so into as release brainbuster. He watched as the man came crashing down and the bloodthirsty crowd went absolutely wild, but he wasn’t done.
“You know who you are!”
While he knew his opponents for the following night weren’t in attendance, he was ready to send them a message anyway. As he gazed towards the PCW Hall of Famer banners that hung from the rafters, he methodically approached the unmoving Desmond. He watched as the man’s chest heaved in out for a moment before dragging his thumb methodically across his throat. Before he could follow through with his plans Desmond Chase was pulled out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. The crowd instantly turned on them, but that didn’t stop MONROE. Walking to the center of the ring, he battered a clinched fist repeatedly against his forehead until he found the paint he had been looking for.
Using his palm, he rubbed it against the fresh wound hastily to get the blood flowing. Smashing his knuckles into his forehead once more, the normally feverish fans of the product seemed even more perplexed as to what was transpiring in the ring. When the blood began to flow, MONROE acted. Wiping his right hand across his face, he took the blood and began to smear it across the canvas. After a couple more swipes and smears, he had crafted a rather lengthy line. Smashing his head once more, he once again smeared it across the canvas. Stumbling back, with a crimson mask and a look of mania he gazed upon his creation – all the while pointing towards the banner that happened to be graced with the likeness of the Elven Warrior.
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