International Pro Wrestling

The Pain Angel: The announcer blares over the microphone saying: "This IPW Intercontinental Tournament 1st Round match is scheduled for one fall, winner by submission, pinfall, knockout and Falls Count Anywhere..."

The Pain Angel: The lights in the arena go dark as a churchbell rings throughout the arena, lightening flashes across the screen as the crowd breaks out their cellphones to light up the arena. I step out onto the entrance ramp as my music blares through the system as the Announcer starts to say: "Making his way to the ring first, representing the United States of America, and the state of New Yorkkk..." I make my way down the entrance lamp in the dim light of the phones and dive through the ropes. "He stands 5'10, weighing in at 225 lbs. The Reaper of The Ring, The Pain Angel Rrrrrroooocccccccooooo Pheeeeooooonixxxxx" The beat drops as I raise my hands over my head and throw them down, the lights come up" As I look up slowly, a red and black hoodie draped over my body, bouncing it out in my red and black boots.

The Pain Angel: I run to the ropes and put my hands in the air pumping up the crowd. I unzip my hoodie and throw it to the crowd, revealing my chiseled torso and red trunks with black wings on the back. I jump down and bounce it out in the corner using the ropes to stretch my shoulders.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then "Beneath My Skin" by Stemm comes on as the arena lights go out, then the red spotlight comes on the Titatron as I slowly walk out the red curtain and onto the stage just as I stand in the spotlight, looking down, then I look up, facing the ring wearing my red shiny robe and my gold trunks on, all oiled up as I slowly walk my way down the ramp, the music blares through the system as the announcer would say:* "And his opponent: representing the UK, making his IPW Debut, from Grimsby, England, weighing in at 231lbs - Grimsby Mauler: Daniel Logan Leslie!"

GrimsbyMauler: *Then the music goes back up, raising one arm up as I put my arm back down, seeing Pain Angel ready and waiting for me as I stand by the end of the ramp, slowly taking my robe off as it shows my oiled body in my gold trunks, nodding at you as I walk up to the steel steps, then I climb up slow on the steel steps, onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the second rope as I head to my corner, stretching my body out by using the ropes and taking a deep breath as my theme fades out and the crowd cheers*

The Pain Angel: I look at you from across the ring. "It's not often I look down on an opponent in this league" I shout, taking a jab at your height. Still, I think, you're built like a little powerhouse. I'm gonna have to watch that power. The ref calls us to the center of the ring to go over the rules and I step out of my corner. To hear him out.

GrimsbyMauler: *After the ref tells us the rules, I tell Pain Angel:* "Good luck, man. Let's give the world in IPW what they want." *I say, putting my hand out in front of you*

The Pain Angel: You reach out your hand and I look at it for a few seconds, extend mine and shake* "Yea, yea. Let's give 'em what they're looking for". I grip your hand hard and pull you into my knee, sharply driving it into your gut just above your gold trunks. I wrap my arm around your head and throw my bodyweight backward looking for a DDT right from the start.

GrimsbyMauler: *I yelp and I groan as my head got hit hard onto the canvas with a DDT right in the start of the match, holding my head in pain a little as I am a little dazed*

The Pain Angel: Your head bounces off the canvas. SMASH! I sit up and flash a smile at the crowd and turn to face you. I sink a kick into your kidney.

GrimsbyMauler: *I look at your foot, about to kick me as I roll to the right, avoiding the contact as I quickly get back up on my feet, then I look at you and charges at you, ramming my right shoulder forward, taking you down hard onto the canvas with a Spear* BAMM!

The Pain Angel: I thrust a kick at your side and I just miss as you roll away. I plant my hands looking to get up, but as I'm halfway up you drill me with a spear, driving me down to the canvas with a bang. FUCK! I wrap my legs around your waist and wrap my paws around your head pulling you into my guard. I throw my leg over your neck as the other goes over your shoulder, looking to lock in a triangle choke.

GrimsbyMauler: *I grunt as you got me now in the Triangle Choke, struggling to breathe as I wiggle my oiled arms, then the ref comes to see if I have given up yet, but I refuse to give up, grabbing your thighs as I put my knees on the canvas, then my left foot and my right as I growl, slowly using my body brute strength as I lift you off the canvas, running to the corner halfway then tosses you into the corner as I deliver some hard right chops to your chesiled chest, hearing it like a snap of the belt as I hear you groan in pain*

The Pain Angel: I lock in the choke and squeeeeezeee trying to get this sunk in deep. I feel you struggling and suddenly I'm lifted off the canvas. i hang on with my legs, wrapped around your head as I start delivering chops to your skull as you lift me higher and charge toward the corner, your powerful stock frame pushing me off. My spine hits the turnbuckle with a clang as the ring quakes. I sag against the corner as you lift my chest upward and chop across my chisleled chest WHACK! I groan in pain as you push me back again and unleash another chop "OOOOOOHHHHHH" the crowd groans from the sound as i clutch my chest you reach in for another and I throw an elbow to your temple with my right arm and grab your extended right bicep, trying to spin you into the corner.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then I grunt as I felt your right elbow hit the temple of my crainium, shaking my head as you spin me with my back against the corner*

The Pain Angel: I spin you into the corner and return the chop with one of my own, my hand slicing against your chest as I put my full bodyweight behind the momentum of the chop, leaning over. I gab the middle ropes and drive my shoulder into your gut..1, 2, 3, 4..I press my shoulder deep into your gut and drive forward looking to drive the air from your lungs.

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan as you ram your shoulder into my oiled gut, lifting me up a little with my butt between the ropes with each thrust your giving me as I fall onto my ass with the back of my head leant against the middle turnbunkle padding*

The Pain AngelI maintain my grip on the middle ropes as you drop to your ass and jump up, stomping my boot into your chest..1, 2, 3, 4..on the forth one lift my boot and push it against your neck, stretching your back over the bottom turnbuckle. The ref counts the hold... "1, 2..."

GrimsbyMauler: *I hold your ankle as you press your foot against my chin and neck on the second rope, screaming and stomping both my feet fast onto the canvas as the ref forces you to leave the hold since it is No Disqualification in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, while I'm down, I started coughing as I roll out the ring through the bottom rope, heading slowly back up the ramp just as you started follwing me with a run*

The Pain Angel: I press my foot into your throat and watch your face contort as you sputter in the corner, your feet kicking as your bulge bounces in your golden trunks. The ref begs me to release the hold and I take my boot off your throat and flex for the crowd as you roll out of the ring. I see you start down the ramp and get infuriated. Diving out of the ring. "Hey! Hey! Where the fuck you going?!" I yell after you and sprint after you, my boots clang on the entrance ramp. I reach out my hand looking to bulldog you into the ramp.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then just before you hit me with a Bulldog, I turn to face you, holds your chesiled waist as I throw you over my head with a Back Body Drop, landing you on your back on the entrance ramp, hearing you moan in pain as I grab your hair, getting you up as I take you up the ramp and onto the Titatron stage as I see two big white spotlights from both sides of the stage, turning you to face me as I deliver a hard right shot to your cranium on your forehead as the crowd are loving this, enjoying every moment*

The Pain Angel: I am about to connect when you side step me and lock your arms around my waist. You use your power to pull me in, cock pressed against my ass and arch me overhead for a huge back body drop. My back slams into the steel and the echo reverberates throughout the arena as i arch my back. "You mutherfucker" I breathe. You pull me up by the hair as my neck is craned backward. You stand me up, the lights flickering. Sweat gleaming off both our bodies as you sink a shot to my jaw. I stumble backward putting my hands up.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then I deliver another right hand shot to your crainium, grunting with a blow as I see you dazed and staggering*

The Pain Angel: I get cracked in the skull again and i drop to my one knee. I look up and see you smirking in the light and get pissed, driving off my planted foot I run at you and drive my shoulder up in to your hoisting your stocky frame onto my shoulder. I roar as I lock my hands around your waist and run your spine straight at the metal posts holding up the Titantron.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then I groan as my spine got rammed hard onto the Titatron metal posts, holding my back as I fall on one knee, panting*

The Pain Angel: I crush your spine against the titantron post. You yelp in pain as you fall to a knee. I stay right on you, cocking back my knee and thrusting it straight at your chest/jaw as you lean on your knee. Yeeeeeeeaaaaawwww!

GrimsbyMauler: *Then as you thrust your knee, I grab it as I grunt, growling as I lift you up my body strength and my hands, looking at the light and tosses you in it as the glass breaks and heard an explosion coming from the left spotlight throughout the arena, then I look at you in the broken spotlight just sitting there, panting*

The Pain Angel: I sink my knee into your thick torso and think that I have scored a solid blow when suddenly you clamp your arms around my leg and lift me up in the air. I place my other knee on your shoulder as I'm pivoted and tossed right into the light on the stage! My ass crashes through the glass as the light explodes and sparks fly up, the remnants of the bulb burning into my back but the pain quickly subsides as the electric flow is busted. I sit with my arms over the ends of the light, my legs planted on the floor panting, looking at you with malice. Waiting for you to approach as I catch my breath.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then I look at you with determination, wanting to win my Debut Match in the IPW Intercontinental Championship Tourney as I slowly come over to you, entering the broken big spotlight as I grab your head and carrys you over my right shoulder, getting out of the broken spotlight and back onto the stage on my feet, panting as I would carry you back to the ring just as the referee follows us*

The Pain Angel: You pull me up from the light by the hair and I act dazed, hanging my weight down and slumping to the floor as I force you to drag my whole dead weight up off the floor. You finally get me up, as I ragdoll and you flop me over your shoulder, carrying my 225lb frame all the way down the ramp. You struggle under my weight, expending energy with every step and I draw in breaths recovering as much as I can in the time it takes you to drag me back to the ring. We reach the end of the entrance ramp and I suddenly hook your head in tight against my body and throw my weight backward dragging you down for another vicious DDT right on the concrete outside the ring.

GrimsbyMauler*I groan in pain on my cranium after you planted another DDT on the concrete outside the ring, holding my forehead*

The Pain Angel: I smash your head into the concrete and flip you over. I mount you planting my knees on your shoulders and start hammering fists into your head. Bam! Crack! Thwack! Pow!

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan as my head get smashed into the concrete, then you see my forehead get busted open and started bleeding down my face, panting as I groan again as you start hammering away at the open wound on my bloody forehead while your knees are on my shoulders*

The Pain Angel: I’m hammering you on the floor and pummeling you as your cut opens further, my fits stained red as drops splash on to the concrete. I slide my knees to one side of you, thrust my hips in the air and bring both my knees down into your right side.

GrimsbyMauler: *I grunt and moan as you hit the right side on my sweating oiled body while I'm down on the concrete near the ring*

The Pain Angel: I grab you by the neck and the back of your trunks and get you to standing position. I run at the ring with your neck and trunks in hand and toss you toward the ring apron. Looking to smash you into it head first.

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan as my bloody forehead got hit hard, face first onto the top part of the ring apron, falling onto the concrete floor as my blood is dripping so much onto the floor, panting heavily*

The Pain Angel: I toss you at the ring and the foundation shakes as your face hits the apron you fall to the floor and I lift you back up. I place your head between my thighs and lock my hands around your waist, breathing heavily as I hoist you up into a powerbomb position. Your golden wrapped pouch in my face I turn and thrust you downward, aiming your spine at the corner of the apron.

GrimsbyMauler: *I scream in so much agony as my spine hit the ring apron after your powerbomb as I fall onto the canvas, sobbing as I hold my back and my blood drips more onto the outside padded floor near the ring, loosing blood for the heartache, panting*

The Pain Angel: I peel you up off the ground as blood pours down the apron and shove you back under the ropes into the ring, you roll onto your back. I climb up to the apron and look down at you and jump up and off the top rope, stretch my body out wide, looking to land a big frog splash onto you.

GrimsbyMauler: *Then as you jump off the top rope, my eyes widen as my instinct kicks in, bloody and all as I roll to the left, avoiding the contact as you land flat first onto the canvas, hearing you groan in pain as I look back, got a chance to capitalise as I come back to you, hooking one leg up and gets you in a painful STF with my hands held and over your mouth, screaming as I pull you back in determination*

The Pain Angel: I leap into the air and I see you roll out from underneath me. I try to scrunch up and brace for impact but can't in time as I crash to the mat, a sharp intake of breath and pain sears throughout my chest as I kick my legs. Suddenly i feel you pull my leg up and locked into your hip as your hands clasp over my mouth, wrenching my head back. My face is getting crushed as my body is torqued. "AAAAAHHHHH FUCK!" I try to use my neck to break your grip but it's too strong. I plant my hands and start to crawl toward the ropes.

GrimsbyMauler: *I grunt as I try and keep the grip on you as you are trying to crawl to the ropes, then more blood oozes down my forehead as my eyes started to get blurry from a huge amount of bloodloss just as you finally reached your hand to the bottom rope and the ref forces me to break the hold as I let go and rolls to the right, laying back onto the canvas as I breathe heavily*

The Pain Angel: I crawl as you wrench my face. Inch by inch I get closer to the rope. I can feel the warmth of your blood spilling onto my back. I reach out, grab down on the bottom rope as the ref counts 1...2...3...4 and you’re forced to break the hold. Relief washes over my body and I look back to see u flat on your back, breathing heavily, bleeding like a stuck pig. “He’s weakening” I think. I crawl over to you, shove my boot into your temple and lock your arm between my legs and thrust my hip skyward. Executing a perfect arm bar. “Do you give man?!”

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan as I feel your boot hit the temple of my bloody forehead, panting, then:* Aaaaaagh aaaaagh! *I scream in pain as I feel you lock my arm between your legs and pulling it skyward as you put me in the Armbar, screaming with my head up and my eyes closed as my blood drips into the mat, using one arm to slowly try and crawl my way to the ropes, but I couldn't move with the opponent on top of me as I am screaming in so much pain*

The Pain Angel: I hear you groan and my cock stiffens in my trunks. I continue to work the arm bar, arching my hips up into your elbow. I’m putting force on that elbow and I can feel your strong arm weakening. You still don’t give so I raise my boot up three times, slamming my right heel heel into your chest. I cock back my left leg and thrust it back into your temple then let go of your arm and get to my feet.

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan and sobs as I hold onto the bad arm, trying to get myself back up by using my body and feet, struggling and grunting as I use the good arm to hold onto the ropes for leverage*

The Pain Angel: I thrust a kick into your stomach as you double over the ropes. I reach my hand into the waistband of your gold trunks and pull you off the ropes, wrapping my arm around your head I plant my feet and grab your trunks, lifting you straight up into the air, moving my hand off your trunks onto your stomach. I squat with your bloody body inverted and push you back up in the air showing off my power. As the blood rushes to your head, your back blood dripping onto the canvas.

GrimsbyMauler: *I groan as I get lifted straight into the air in your Gorilla Press hold as your hands hold on my bloody stomach and neck just as you started squating and my blood drips onto the canvas*

The Pain Angel: I trace my hand up your abs as your head rests on my hip, slide my hand up and over your crotch and drop all my weight to the mat, pushing down with my hand and driving your skull head first into the mat.

GrimsbyMauler: *I moan and groan as you drive my bloody skull head first onto the mat, panting as more of my blood trickles and drips into the canvas*

The Pain Angel: I drive your head into the canvas and sit up, my torso and gear dripping with your blood. I hear you groaning and my cock jumps to immediate attention as I look at your body sprawled out before me, gold trunks spotted with your own blood. “Still moving eh ya big Brit?!” I stand up and drag you to your feet by the ear. I pull you in against my body and throw my arm along your collarbone. Your right arm over my left shoulder. “Time to fade to black big boy...”

GrimsbyMauler: *I grunt as I felt your arm throw around my collarbone with my right arm over your left shoulder as you got me in a submission hold, struggling to breathe as I shake myself side-to-side from your wrenching*

The Pain Angel: You continue to fight as I hold you in place. I left you up into the air, a clothesline slam directly onto my knee and immediately pop you up into a dragon sleeper. THE SCYTHE FADES TO BLACK!!! I crack the hold forcing your head deeper and deeper into my pit, my knee digging deeper into your spine. Blood and sweat strike the ring floor.

GrimsbyMauler: *I scream as you got me in a Pop Up Dragon Sleeper, cranking my head deeper and deeper as my right arm started shaking, but then I had no choice but to tap out on your sweating arm just as my blood drips more onto the canvas*

The Pain Angel: squeeze the sleeper and watch as your hand raises up, your body struggling in my grasp. “Tap! TAP YOU BRIT BITCH”. You obey, tapping my arm. The bell rings as the announcer blares through the PA system. “Your winner by submission, advancing to the next round of the IPW tournament, the PAIN ANGEL ROOOOOCOOOO PHEONIXXXX”. I continue to squeeze the hold as I shake your body. Your muscle goes limp as your gold trunks tent skyward. I throw you to the mat and lay my boot across your throat and flexxxx for the crowd. You’re out. “WHOSE NEXT?!” I shout. I stand up and leave you broken and battered in the ring.

END

Published: 2021-02-25, viewed 102 times.