Show Open: 2014 Money in the Bank Ladder Match

[TheXFactor]

Disciple was just about to bull rush The Gallant in the corner, but He was stopped dead in his tracks when the sound of steel slapping against body rang through the arena. The Dreadnaught quickly dropped to a knee, arching his back in pain, it wasn't to long afterwards that small spots of blood began to appear across one of Disciple's triceps. Streaks of blood slowly begin to run down the monster's arm. If he back was bleeding one couldn't tell as the shirt had hid his back. Through one would assume if his arm is bleed then most likely his back is to. As the pain seemed to vibrate through his back Disciple hands clenched and he let out a grunt of pain through his thick leather mask.

 

[ii Jamie Kym]

Kallista got up, holding his face as he saw that all his opponents weren't focusing on him. He would grab the nearest ladder before setting it up, attempting to climb it.  

[Mister Mirage]

The Untamed Lion raised his chair up a second time for what was sure to be a finishing blow to the Dreadnaught, but suddenly halted. It wasn't hard to hear the clacking steps on a ladder, and when he turned, he saw the culprit. He would turn his chair on Kamonio and look to strike the man on the back as he climbed the ladder.  

[Mister Mirage]

(Auto)

The chair shot connected to Kamonio's back, the Lion would then look to pull the man off the ladder and climb it himself, looking to capture the coveted money in the bank briefcase.  

[ii Jamie Kym]

Kamonio was on the first ring of the ladder before he was smacked in the back with a chair. Kamonio would knock the ladder over in the process as he fall forward.  

[Mister Mirage]

With Kamonio down, Cyrus stepped to the side would raise the ladder back into position. If there were no interruptions he'd quickly climb the ladder and go for the prize  

[TheXFactor]

Disciple remained on his knee, his arms tense from the pain shooting throughout his back. Feeling the blood trickle down his arm and back The Dreadnaught stood. Through it wasn't visible the look on Disciple face was nothing but rage and intensity. Having his own blood drawn or something must of caused the monster to snap, cause just by how he moved he seemed more focused more driven. The beast slowly turned to face three of his opponents. He wasted no time and marched over to them. While Cyrus had seemed to momentarily forget that Disciple was in the ring and decided to set up the ladder, the Destroyer of Worlds would snatch the ladder from Cyrus' grasp before he could fully set it up and toss it to the side. Immediately after releasing the ladder from his grip Disciple would look to devastate Cyrus with a wicked standing clothesline. Swinging his arm with a deadweight. It seemed more like Disciple was trying to club him with his entire arm.

 

[Berserkersaint]

Pantera standing on the apron looked to step right in. Right now The disciple was the most threatening superstar in the ring as of now he needed to figure a way to slow him down after or if he heard him he would wait for the disciple to get closer."Hey Ugly I'm not done with you either.!"  

[Mister Mirage]

After having the ladder forced from his grasp by the giant man, the Lion immediately backed away out of fear from the angry Dreadnaught. Before Cyrus could get his hands up to defend himself, he was suddenly taken down with a decapitating clothesline.  

[TheXFactor]

After nearly turning Cyrus inside out, with his tree branch like arm. Disciple attention was brought to something else. The sound of Pantera's voice rang through his ears and his head lifted towards the sky like a predator distracted in mid feast. Turning around Disciple looked to meet the gaze of his fellow masked opponent. The Dreadnaught marched over to Pantera and looked to grab him up in a muay tai like hold, and tried to toss the much smaller man across the ring.

Nathanial could be heard screaming at ringside. "That's it! Annihilate them! We don't have anymore time to waste on this match!"

The Announce Team began to speculate what Nathanial had meant by wasting time on the match. Do Nathanial and Disciple have more dastardly deeds? Doesn't Disciple want a shot at the title? Only the wicked duo knew...

 

[DarkerThanSun]

The Gallant stayed in the corner, nervous upon seeing the monster have a dastardly plan. Not sure what to do, all he could do is stay in the corner.  

[TheXFactor]

~Auto... Hey guys, I'm just gonna do some power-playing here. I just wanna get this done before it's time to close the PPV.~

Pantera was thrown across the ring, flying through the air like a rag doll. His body hit the canvas, and the momentum carried him under the ropes and to the outside. Two down. The Dreadnaught's attention then snapped over to The Gallant. Disciple began to march over to the masked man.

Out of fear and desperation The Gallant charged. He'd rather go down swinging then without a fight. Rushing up to the monster, The Gallant went for a barrage of rights, looking to hit the big man as much as possible.

A few shots connected, and for a moment it seemed the Gallant was getting the better of the behemoth. However it didn't take long for Disciple to get his hands on The Gallant. Disciple managed to catch The Gallant's much smaller fist, and his bear like sized hand. Quickly Twisting his arm down, Disciple bent the man's wrist back, forcing The Gallant's arm in a straight but awkward position. The pain had caused The Gallant to stop fighting, and focus solely on the pain shooting up his arm. Disciple would then go to lift The Gallant up by the straightened arm, forcing his own weight to add to the pain. With The Gallant in the air, Disciple would turn a bit and then drop Gallant across his shoulders. Then just as soon as the Gallant was over his shoulder, Disciple fell backwards, slamming The Gallant down with a sickening Samoan drop. The Dreadnaught quickly sat up, blood stained the mat from the back of his arm. Looking around Disciple's unnerving gaze had caught Kamonio.

Who at this point was just starting to get back to his feet. Disciple climbed back to his feet and made his way over to Kamonio. Just as he approached Kamonio got to both feet and throw one hell of a haymaker.

The shot forced Disciple's head to snap back, and stop him momentarily. Eliciting a pop from the crowd. Disciple's masked gaze slowly turned back to Kamonio, and then his hand shot up, catching the cross dresser by the throat.

Just as he was about to unleash whatever pain he had planned Pantera had re-entered the ring. Jumping at Disciple's back and looking to unload a flurry of forearms to his back and head. Again it seemed as through it was working as Disciple released his grip around Kamonio's throat, allowing him to join Pantera and raining down blow after blow. Disciple was worked into the corner, and covered up to protect himself. The two had seemed to halted The Dreadnaught's assault.

That was until Disciple had enough and wanted to finish his business here. He pushed the two back, giving him enough space to explode out of the corner, and take the two down with a pair of clotheslines. Through they hit, they didn't stay down long. But it was long enough for Disciple to get back on track. He turned after taking the two down. Pantera was up first, so he would suffer first. Still hoping Disciple was a bit shaken from the series of shots in the corner, Pantera charged. Only to be caught with a God's Wrath! The spinebuster's impact caused the ropes to shake.

Disciple rolled his neck after planting Pantera with God's Wrath, turning around Disciple was again met with Kamonio on the attack. Taking a few shots, Disciple again returned to his throat. His hand gripping tightly around his jugular. Forcing him to stop swinging and try to pry the behemoth's hand away. Through his struggle seemed futile. Disciple took a few steps forward as he stared into Kamonio's eyes from behind his emotionless mask. Suddenly Disciple lifted Kamonio up and threw him unto his shoulders. Then without wasting anytime, Disciple tossed him up and over, pulling his head in farther under his arm to plant him with an Evilution!

The ring shook more wildly on the impact of the Evilution then it did Disciple's last move. Getting to a knee, Disciple looked to his Uncle. With a nod of his head Nathanial showed his approval. He then gesture for Disciple to follow as he made his way around the ring and towards the ramp. It didn't take long for Disciple to follow. He got to his feet from his kneeling position and headed for the ropes. At this point Cyrus was starting to get up. Disciple noticed this on the titantron, and was about to leave a job unfinished. The Dreadnaught turned and saw that Cyrus was pushing himself up trying to get to at least a knee. However he wouldn't get the chance, as Disciple quickly charged forward and put a boot into The Lion's head. Disciple took a moment to stare down at the destruction he had caused. All four opponents were down and level with the mat. Admiring his handy work, Disciple took a few steps back and then turned around, stepping over the top rope and take his leave from the ring.

Making his way across the apron and down the steps, Disciple soon joined Nathanial at the bottom of the ramp. Nathanial then whispered into Disciple's ear pointing at the four in the ring, and then pointing to the back and then at the crowd. Disciple just remained motionless listening to the words of his Uncle. At the gesture of Nathanial the sinister due began to make their way to the back, a mixed reaction from the crowd, as they weren't sure what to make of what they just saw. Eventually the two vanished to the back to allow the four competitors to finish the match. If they could.

Again the announcer team sat at their table speculating about what they just witnessed, and how the four men would continue their match.

 

[DarkerThanSun]

The Gallant rolled onto his stomach after taking the devastating drop. He wasn't sure how he was going to win at this point with everyone down, it was anybody's game.  

[Berserkersaint]

Pantera rolled and.placed his hand on his back in pain. He was gonna have a hard time getting to his feet.  

[Mister Mirage]

After a sickening boot to the head, who knew if the Lion was getting up. As soon as Disciple made his way to the back with Nathanial, Cyrus began to move. He slowly began crawling over to the ropes, attempting to use them to help him get back to his feet.