Are you coming onto us? Dude. I think she is coming onto us!
Ears ringing and head still spinning, Crymzon was in a rather unsurprisingly unpleasant mood. He could not begin to express how annoyed he was with Stephanie blasting that fucking whistle in his ear constantly, which only served to further distract him and gave Devil an opening to land a stiff shot into Crymzon's midsection. Crymzon doubled over just long enough to catch a shot to the jaw from Devil, sending The Rogue down to one knee. He could tell also that Devil was getting annoyed by the shrill whistling noise. "Pussy," Crymzon thought to himself as he staggered over to the ropes, "at least the bitch isn't targeting you yet." Devil moved to Crymzon, sending him into the ropes, only to drive his opponent down into the mat with a viscious clothesline.
The follow through sent Devil into the ropes, where he stopped for a moment and grinned, looking out at the audience. His fans in attendence were chanting his name, while the Crymzon contingent began booing ferociously. Whatever the case, the crowd was electric. If only they could drown out that damn whistle. Devil turned, and moved over to Crymzon, locking The Rogue into a rear chinlock, his knee pressing deep in between Crymzon's shoulders. Stephanie was quick to get into position, asking Crymzon if he had any intention of giving up. Turning his body to one side, Crymzon forced Devil to convert the hold into a front face lock, but he also left himself open for a cheap nut shot.
JL: Do the Blind or Gory rules apply for Crymzon too???
JR: Not likely King, this is just an example of Crymzon making use of the No Disqualification stipulation.
Devil leaned forward against Crymzon, who took the Forbidden Champion down to the mat with a quick Fireman's Carry, followed up by a low dropkick to the side of the head. Devil's skull cracked against the mat as Crymzon staggered over to the ropes. Stephanie was back to blowing that fucking whistle, which may have backfired against her intentions as the anger fueling Crymzon sent him driving his knee into Devil's face as he was in the process of sitting up. Again Devil's skull smacked into the mat, sending his head spinning. Crymzon moved over, pulling Devil up to his feet by the wrist before sendingh him into the corner with a hard irish whip.
There went that damn whistle again.
He did not give a fuck at this point.
His glare shot over at Stephanie, who paused in blowing her whistle as Crymzon stalked over to her, snatching the whistle off her neck. "Shut the fuck up!" was all he yelled before turning to charge in at Devil, connecting with a flying clothesline that saw his body sore through the top and middle rope. The Rogue was quick to let the rest of his body slip between the ropes before grabbing Devils head for a neckbreaker. Placing the whistle in his mouth, Crymzon blew hard, causing the shrill whistle to go off right into Devil's ear as he dropped, hitting the neckbreaker and dropping Devil's neck down across the top rope. The whiplash sent Devil's head crashing forward, propelling him face first into the mat as Crymzon threw the whistle out to the crowd. A glare from Stephanie drew a smile from The Rogue as he pulled himself back up to the apron.
JL:Oh no! Crymzon has really messed up now!
JR: You do not ever do anything to piss off the Billion Dollar Princess! What is Crymzon thinking?
JL: You do NOT want to piss off the ref in your match!
JR: Right you are King, and it is doubly so when your ref can fire you! This strategy may very well blow up in Crymzon's face!
Crymzon slid back into the ring, signalling to the fans that it was time for The Abyss. Pulling Devil up, Crymzon hooked first the left arm, then went to hook the right, But that was when Devil once again turned the tables on The Rogue, countering with a very quick samoan drop. Once again, both men were on the ground in the middle of the ring.