Darious vs Griff

J.R.: Welcome to the Pre-elimination round of Heaven or Hell 2009:LEGEND! Joining me is Jerry "The King" Lawler. Tell me King what do you think this match we'll have in store for us?

King: Dunno J.R., but I pity those guys in today matchup. After tonight this feud is gonna be finished and someone will be leaving on a stretcher for sure! It's these kinds of matches that shorten careers.

J.R.: King you might be right tonight, but we’ll see the slobber knocker of a match begin now!

King: Maybe later we'll get to see THE PUPPIES!

Appearing pass the hallways, Darious was naturally high on the atmosphere within this environment. It was a calling for him, urging him to cause carnage in this matchup.

The lights were directing towards Titan Tron ,and the crowd was roaring in pure excitement for the upcoming arrival of the fighters. Blasting his music through the roofs, spectators from across Gaia bare witness to the presence of the fighters.

As the audiences recognized the music, the metal blaring in echoes throughout the arena gave everyone goose bumps. Suddenly the lyrics of the song were clear.

WANNA GET PSYCHO!

The lights of crimson red captured the titan tron, having an eager Darious only stroll down the ramp to the monstrosity of a cage. For this particular event the crowd was ruthless, drowning the sound of the arena with boos to the sadist priest. You think this was a slaughter in the Roman days by their display of dislike for him.

Chuckling as he was perceived like some heel in a wrestling gimmick, he was allowed access pass the steel doors by the security. Afterwards he glanced at the titan tron, standing in the ring psyched over the blood thirsty fans and overall the fight that was going to commence.

Dressed in suitable attire, Darious only wore his black jeans, while his belt contained 6 of his vile satanic crosses. At the sadistic fighter's disposal was his metallic left arm, wielded to be a creation of calamity in brawls. Smiling like a serial killer, he longed for the bloodshed to begin.

"Come out, Come out wherever you are!"

"Awww how cute, this isn't some damn battle of the bands contest. I came here for a bloodbath, not this bull. Bring you ninja reject!"

Darious was hyped on violence and the utter bloodlust that boiled through his veins. The registration for pain was now open and Griff would be the first customer to arrive with him. Yearning to introduce some real carnage for the fans, the priest decided to grant that wish this evening.

Standing at 6 feet tall, and closing near 250 pounds, Darious Kaiq had a decent built for a warrior's figure. Lining up his legs in a l shape, the lead foot was planted forward to point towards this adversary.

Keeping his right foot stationed from behind his left in shoulder width, the sadist priest started to maneuver his hands. Locating his left downward near the abdomen and his right near the chest, he expressed a liking to an old fashion bare knuckle boxing stance. Although he kept his knees bent, he shunned the boxing footwork of shuffling, favoring his self-taught style altogether.

Glaring at the ninja wannabe, the crowd continued to displease him with the shouts of boo to him. He felt like public enemy number ONE, but that never seem to stray or affect him during a bout. Giving him the heads up, he gave him some acknowledgement to prepare, goading him to preserve some amusement.

“Get your a** over here, CHUMP!"

It was enjoyable to see how others took your response, and got angry over it. Obviously those tactics weren't going to siege him the opportunity to wipe this man out with ease.

Wishing to begin this bloodbath, the priest would grant the crowd their wishes, by being the offensive line to forge the beginning of the fight.

"HELL YEAH, LETS START THIS BRAWL!"

Releasing himself from that fighting position, Darious bounced from his side of the ropes, gaining momentum as he employed himself as a missile directed at his foe. That vile serial killer smile never faded from his features, charging forward in a menacing way into Griff Morivan.

Leaping into the air, the priest was launching his metallic left arm for a vicious hook punch into the nose of his opponent. Hungry for blood, he planned on smashing that nose and watching the blood leak outta him. Metal plus face will equal suffering if connected.

[1/10]

Darious might of been cloaked with a reckless streak, yet the sadistic priest wasn't some rookie in a fight. Aiming for this particular strike, his strike wasn't going to fail this man at all.

Cunning by his own rights, he would surprise his foe today as his attack created the opportunity for something far more painful.

Feeling the swift cut snapping forward onto his exposed stomach, offering himself was sometimes construct as a means to unleash something far more threatening. Springing pass his face was the 15 inch reversed wrist blades, retracting from his metallic arm.

The sharp pain of metal puncturing through his skin, and fading within a moment left true agony for the priest. However, Griff likely underestimated the pain tolerance he wielded, using this emotion to fuel a brutal mindset onto him mentally and physically.

Serrated and double-edged to maximum damage, the priest was going to rip into flesh by pinpointing the right shoulder. Using a counterattack, he executed a truly destructive thrust as 7 inches of pure carnage was shredding into his shoulder joint and the tissues around it. Altogether he was literally stating in physical form, an eye for an eye.

Dropping onto the ground, a face of pure delight was rising from his facial expressions. Giddy and filled with hunger, he laughed as the blood rush of this bloodbath was truly beginning. Obviously retracting his blades before leaving his presence, he rose slowly with laughter of a sadistic b*****d at a massacre, portraying the emotions of a true demon.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! "

[2/10]

Immediately his maniacal laughter was cut off, surprised his assault was voided from that armor on his shoulder. Shrugging off his comment on his usage of weapons, the priest knew his expertise in his boxing style would be required for survival.

‘Damn this guy is good!’

Thinking that to himself, he was openly minded to the fact he was closed in by the adversary right now. Realizing this, Darious shifted the body like an instinct by rotating the hips and shoulders. During this movement, the sadistic fighter had his chin turned sideways and allows the punch to slip past him.

Grazed by the knives to the side of the head, he took a cut near the ears that produced more damage to him, yet minor. By slipping swiftly, the momentum gained by Griff allowed him the opportunity to slip outside of his attempted sword thrust.

Smiling continuously with a face of insanity, he barely avoided the incoming attack, but revolted with a counterpunch himself. Exposing himself at the moment, the vicious sadist would throw a right hook at the bulleyes that was his solar plexus.

Aiming to cause a direct blow to that area, the impact of his fist if smashed roughly against him would make it difficult to breath, slowing him a great deal, and lastly siege some suffering onto him with the great pain reference whenever hit. The evidence proven was the willpower of the satanic priest was truly powerful, refusing to be trapped like a rat.

[3/10]

"Your Welcome!"

His response to him was like a compliment in the presence of the foul-mouthed sadist. He enjoyed pissing others off to death from how he remained cheerful like a child. Releasing his wrist blades and metallic arm from Griff's grasp, he suddenly lowered it at the abdomen, while keeping his right pinpointed near the chin to forge a brawler stance. However, he noticed the wound was earlier was leaking some blood, causing this to be a true bloodbath.

Tracing through places to shatter from his viewpoint of the anatomy, Darious Kaiq yearned to bring maximum amount of anguish to his foe this evening. Proceeding with his movements by dashing forward, he stubble upon the power slide he used to go after him.

Obviously building up velocity, the ninja reject upward slicing would fail him during this exchange. Slicing some of the skin towards his chest, he parried the sword with his executioner weapon that was his automail left arm. With barely any moment to defend, Darious generated alot of force with a running knee into the nose of his opponent. Slamming knee against nose, it was clear the colliding impact would likely break the nose, but conduct some major nose bleed from how unrelenting and destructive the assault was. He was indeed a bullet train targeting the face of Griff Morivan.

[4/10]

This man was for real, and this wasn't a joking manner on how persistent he was during this matchup. Granted, Darious also developed some persistence himself. Entangled in a situation that sought out danger, this uncomfortable position wasn't helping him one bit. Noticing the setup and where he was aiming, the priest became furious as there was no way in hell he was suffering through a fate of a trained dog.

The moment Griff Morivan started the process of going backwards; Darious reacted before allowing further agony onto his form. Pressing his freed foot from the ground, he used the leg captured for leverage, Darious spring forward while offering some of thigh to get cut. Knowing well of the negatives, Darious while raised somewhat in the air, applied some real might into his right. Prior to this problem, he had the arm rose closer to the chin. Striking with true fury in his eyes, like a savage beast he blasted a powerful straight downward to crash against the center of Griff's face in rage.

"FUUUCCCKKK YOOUUUU!"

To hinder his movements further, the clashing blade that was down below against his metallic limb was being released to deliver pure brutality to this opponent. The purpose of carrying his left hand low was not only for defense, but overall a deadly offense as well. Realizing this position, he was planning on throwing the devastating flicker jab at Griff.

Using that stance on purpose, it maximize the speed and change the angle of his jab, thus it can come at you from all angles like a deadly whip. Striking swiftly like a predatory snake, the metallic arm was going for the shoulder, but with something far worse. Instead retracting from his arm was a 12 inch Scimitar blade with a meat clever like width. Yearning to bring suffering, this was his plan to ******** him up as well with a speedy jab to impale that section, putting him at a disadvantage as well.

Regardless of the results, he was likely going to fall backwards on his a** for a few moments, stumbling by the wound on his thigh and the light headed feeling from the blood lost thus far in the fight. This was indeed a death match now.

[5/10]

Finally, the pain has been brought by Darious, but what motioned towards him next was unexpected and away from his consciousness during that savage offense. Like instinct, he raised the knee slightly so his manhood wouldn't become a victim today.

Unable to predict the following attack, those clenched knives would find their mark, slipping his head to avoid a fatal hit altogether. However, his right cheek would be buried in three inches of blade. Startling him further, the body slams seem very unusual for his opponent in the least. Crashing into the concrete ground, groaning could be heard. Now a hole was pierce into his cheek by those blades, sensing he was in deep s**t.

"............ Damn..... You!"

The pain was surging throughout his form, receiving pure mayhem on his conditioned body. The thigh was cut, reducing his speed and the previous attack on his stomach region wasn't helping from the blood spill thus far. Rising, he rose slowly as he expected no mercy from this man. The crowd was hungry and the violence only increased it more.

‘Man this ******** giving me a run for my money. I should really show him what a sadist priest can...! '

" KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM !

Darious thoughts were cut from the blood thirsty crowd. It was one thing to be disliked, but he was getting boos like he was the damn anti-christ. Wait, technically that term seemed correct, but he shrugged off the thought. Now he was ready to bring more destruction in their bout.

[6/10]

What the ******? Was the ninja really straddling him like some f? Regardless of the position, it was effective, but he wasn't going to allow this position to last any longer. The jeers from the crowd roared, everything motioning slowly.

Halfway dazed through blood lost and the coursing trauma of pain from the body slam, the sadist priest was oblivious to the blunt strike of the sheath. Club by this persistent ninja, he was pinned so evading wasn't possible currently. Back was aching and he was caged in like a damn rat. Assuming how he crashed and all, he was in a pitch.

'It's On Weaboo!'

When you decide to straddle someone, always keep your opponents arms from striking. Blasted in the skull, he reacted quickly before the trauma would surge through him.

Targeting both kneecaps from the side, two vicious strikes would meet to collide. Those legs would likely cave in under pressure, having a metallic limb pounding onto flesh and bone. Difference in blows was the left punch in reality was an extended knuckle strike. Purposely forge on concentrating force onto a smaller area, 1 knee wasn't going too well with possible fractures or a break if successful.

The right held enough force too, possessing a prizefighter's fist. Smiling, he pondered on his expression from the pain, suffering a similar fate with some blood streaming down the forehead from a blunt strike.

[[7/10]

Busted open from the forehead, that sheath leaked some of his liquids out. Excessive amount of wounds were drawn by this adversary. First the stomach got slashed, and then his thigh was cut by knives. Additional problems like a hole in his cheek and blood pouring down his head surely pumped him and the fans as well.

This was truly a brutal match, rising up though at this point his vision indeed blurred somewhat. Simply he concluded this slobber knocker of a brawl became a massacre between them. Witnessing him drawing in a chainsaw, psychotic laughter echoed throughout the arena. Now he was pleased and the bloodlust was fulfilled with this opponent, now yearning to make him suffer.

“The day of Reckoning is upon you, Griff Morivan. We'll settle our differences once and for all!"

Drawing one of his infamous satanic crosses from his belt, it was held in his right held. Tightly embraced and shown in-between those fingers, Darious Kaiq acknowledged he wanted one hell of a finish in the devil's playground. Standing tall, he awaited to see what his foe had in store for him.

“Lets play shall we!"

[8/10]

Yanking the ripcord was the priest's signal to charge towards his opponent. Rushing in slower than usual, the sustained wound on his thigh caused his decrease in speed. In motion, Darious shifted a bit to pinpoint Griff left arm near his own while pacing into his path.

As they collided, the left arm made an upward motion for an uppercut. The initial setup was the middle of his arm to clash against the gruesome monstrosity of a weapon. Before the vile sweep could be connected, Darious Kaiq intentions were to sever Griff's deadly weapon right away. Springing from the wrist section serrated wrist blades went to cut into the left bicep of his foe.

Among everything he felt it was definitely to disable his hand from use. In a position where his chainsaw was damaging the metallic limb, the sadistic b*****d went for a stab with the Spear-point blade of the satanic cross. Planning to screw him sideways, he simply wasn't going to take chances with a chainsaw wielding opponent. If he damaged him, the chainsaw should be dropped and Darious would kick it aside to finish things off finally.

[9/10]

Because Darious was about seven inches from the chainsaw, this was going to become troublesome regardless of the situation. Taking advantage of the fact he possessed the skills of a boxer, Darious applied his footwork to move the upper body back. This not only lessens his chance at a dismembered limb, but saved him from harms way by stopping for that punch with the blade.

If he was running for a thrust or tackle, things would be ruined for him. The uppercut he missed on slowed him, yet the jab like punch only cost him somewhat before his defense occurred.

Swaying, he barely escaped a dangerous situation, yet the conclusion was the skin ripped from chainsaw by the side. Man this wasn't his day, really losing it by the amount of carnage displayed on his form.

Before they could continue, the announcer officially ended their fight. Disappointment was all that was expressed. Bleeding everywhere, the crowd went wild. Fulfilling such an exciting brawl, the people clapped for the destructive performance, noticing him enveloped in blood.

“We will meet again, I promise you that much."

[10/10]

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