CreatureWrestling: The Official Darkside E-Fed Est. 1999

Posted at 4:58 am on Oct 3, 2015 by: Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)

OR, your brains spilling out after I crack your skull open with a chair.

Deadblood quickly set the ladder back up underneath the titles. Before he could even start the climb to the top, Darkspade's hands appeared on the apron as he rose again, a trickle of blood running down from his forehead. Grabbing the ropes, he pulled himself up to the apron.

Cole: "The Unholy One's doing his best to stay in the match to keep Deadblood off that ladder!"

JBL: "Darkspade knows what it takes to win the gold and some guy who's been purely lucky in his matches so far isn't going to stop him!"

DB swept the ladder off of its legs and into his hands. Charging at Spade with the ladder, he intended to smash him in the face with the top of it. Spade caught the ladder, stopping DB in his tracks, and twisted it to remove it from DB's hands, tossing it right out of the ring. DB reacted by running at Spade to spear him through the ropes, but Spade easily stepped out of the way, sending DB crashing to the floor outside. Jumping off the apron, Spade drove an elbow deep into DB's gut, forcing the air out of him and causing him to roll on the ground, coughing.

Reaching under the ring, Spade grabbed two more steel chairs and tossed them over the top rope into the ring, followed by the ladder. Leaving Deadblood on the outside, he climbed in and started setting up the ladder. DB didn't stay on the outside for long however, thanks to Sheri yelling, urging him to get back up and back into the ring. Darkspade was ready and grabbed a steel chair, slamming it down across DB's back before he could get to his feet. He slammed the chair repeatedly before turning it and driving the top edge right into DB's spine.

King: "Darkspade's showing no mercy here! I think he wants Deadblood carried out on a stretcher tonight!"

JBL: "If that's the case, so be it! No one forced Deadblood to return to this company and interfere in Darkspade's business!"

Holding onto the chair with one hand, Spade easily pulled DB up with his other hand, whipping him into a corner. DB's arms on the ropes as he leaned against the turnbuckle was the only reason he remained upright. Steel chair in both hands, Spade moved to the opposite turnbuckle and ran at DB to slam the chair into his head as hard as he possibly could. Before the chair could make contact, DB managed to kick his legs forward, his feet driving the chair into Spade's face instead, splitting his forehead open further and knocking him backwards into the ladder, sending toppling it over onto the ropes before falling over himself.

Deadblood slid into a seated position against the turnbuckle, one hand at his back, pain still shooting through it from the chair.