Guts & Gory 2024 - Casket Match

[Kip Whistler]

Casket Match - Slashmaster vs. The Fright

[Slashmaster]

The lights in the JWA Arena dim to an eerie glow as the towering, black casket is wheeled down the ramp by pallbearers dressed in dark robes. The casket moves ominously towards ringside—a chilling omen of what is about to happen. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, knowing that by the end of the night, one man will be locked inside that sinister casket.

Mick LeRay: "This is it, folks. A casket match. Two men enter, but only one leaves. The other… well, they’re going inside that casket."

Sean Beeman: "And if I know Slashmaster, he’s going to make sure The Fright stays there for good! After what Burl’s alter ego has put him through, Slashmaster’s here to collect tonight, LeRay!"

The pallbearers position the casket carefully, stepping away as Slashmaster’s theme music fills the arena. The crowd grows silent as a thick mist rolls from the entranceway, and then Slashmaster appears from the shadows, moving with a deadly purpose. The glint of his mask catches the pale light, casting an intimidating gleam as he slowly approaches the ring, pausing only once at the casket to stare into it.

Mick LeRay: "Slashmaster looks intense tonight, folks. It’s clear he’s ready to end this rivalry once and for all."

Sean Beeman: "And this is exactly the match to do it! Slashmaster doesn’t just want a win—he wants to bury The Fright once and for all!"

Slashmaster steps into the ring, his eyes never leaving the entranceway. The lights suddenly shift to a different hue, and an eerie, distorted version of The Butterfly Room theme begins to play. The crowd’s cheers turn to gasps as smoke fills the entrance, and then The Fright emerges, his appearance twisted and nightmarish, his eyes wild and manic beneath his grotesque mask, as if he’s crawled straight from the underworld.

The Fright stares at Slashmaster, lifting his arms slowly, challenging his opponent with a mocking bow. Slashmaster’s patience snaps—he charges forward, aiming a massive clothesline, but The Fright sidesteps just in time, narrowly escaping the brutal hit. A wide grin spreads under The Fright’s mask as he shakes a finger at Slashmaster, taunting him from across the ring.

The bell rings, and the match officially begins. Slashmaster lunges forward with brutal punches, each one landing with a sickening thud as The Fright struggles to dodge. But Slashmaster grabs him by the throat, shoving him back into the corner with unrelenting force, the crowd roaring as Slashmaster hammers him with vicious shots to the chest and face.

Mick LeRay: "Slashmaster is wasting no time here! He’s treating The Fright like he wants to end this quick!"

Sean Beeman: "Good! Stuff him in that casket and let’s go home! The Fright deserves every bit of this!"

But in a surprising twist, The Fright slips free, ducking under Slashmaster’s arm and rolling out of the ring. He reaches into his coat, pulling out a handful of bright red dust, and flings it into Slashmaster’s face with a wicked laugh. The sudden move blinds Slashmaster, giving The Fright a brief advantage as he hops back into the ring, circling with a gleeful, twisted grin.

As Slashmaster angrily wipes the dust from his eyes, he lets out a deep, guttural growl that resonates through the arena. The Fright backs up slightly but then shoots a twisted look toward the casket, as if claiming it for his own. With one hand, he gestures for Slashmaster to bring it on.

Slashmaster storms back into the ring, fury in his eyes, and the two face off, each one knowing that the other has been waiting for this moment. With the open casket casting a dark shadow over the ring, the match intensifies, both men knowing only one will emerge unburied.

[Bayou Burl]

Oct 30, 2024 13:19:10 GMT -5 Slashmaster said:

The lights in the JWA Arena dim to an eerie glow as the towering, black casket is wheeled down the ramp by pallbearers dressed in dark robes. The casket moves ominously towards ringside—a chilling omen of what is about to happen. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation, knowing that by the end of the night, one man will be locked inside that sinister casket.

Mick LeRay: "This is it, folks. A casket match. Two men enter, but only one leaves. The other… well, they’re going inside that casket."

Sean Beeman: "And if I know Slashmaster, he’s going to make sure The Fright stays there for good! After what Burl’s alter ego has put him through, Slashmaster’s here to collect tonight, LeRay!"

The pallbearers position the casket carefully, stepping away as Slashmaster’s theme music fills the arena. The crowd grows silent as a thick mist rolls from the entranceway, and then Slashmaster appears from the shadows, moving with a deadly purpose. The glint of his mask catches the pale light, casting an intimidating gleam as he slowly approaches the ring, pausing only once at the casket to stare into it.

Mick LeRay: "Slashmaster looks intense tonight, folks. It’s clear he’s ready to end this rivalry once and for all."

Sean Beeman: "And this is exactly the match to do it! Slashmaster doesn’t just want a win—he wants to bury The Fright once and for all!"

Slashmaster steps into the ring, his eyes never leaving the entranceway. The lights suddenly shift to a different hue, and an eerie, distorted version of The Butterfly Room theme begins to play. The crowd’s cheers turn to gasps as smoke fills the entrance, and then The Fright emerges, his appearance twisted and nightmarish, his eyes wild and manic beneath his grotesque mask, as if he’s crawled straight from the underworld.

The Fright stares at Slashmaster, lifting his arms slowly, challenging his opponent with a mocking bow. Slashmaster’s patience snaps—he charges forward, aiming a massive clothesline, but The Fright sidesteps just in time, narrowly escaping the brutal hit. A wide grin spreads under The Fright’s mask as he shakes a finger at Slashmaster, taunting him from across the ring.

The bell rings, and the match officially begins. Slashmaster lunges forward with brutal punches, each one landing with a sickening thud as The Fright struggles to dodge. But Slashmaster grabs him by the throat, shoving him back into the corner with unrelenting force, the crowd roaring as Slashmaster hammers him with vicious shots to the chest and face.

Mick LeRay: "Slashmaster is wasting no time here! He’s treating The Fright like he wants to end this quick!"

Sean Beeman: "Good! Stuff him in that casket and let’s go home! The Fright deserves every bit of this!"

But in a surprising twist, The Fright slips free, ducking under Slashmaster’s arm and rolling out of the ring. He reaches into his coat, pulling out a handful of bright red dust, and flings it into Slashmaster’s face with a wicked laugh. The sudden move blinds Slashmaster, giving The Fright a brief advantage as he hops back into the ring, circling with a gleeful, twisted grin.

As Slashmaster angrily wipes the dust from his eyes, he lets out a deep, guttural growl that resonates through the arena. The Fright backs up slightly but then shoots a twisted look toward the casket, as if claiming it for his own. With one hand, he gestures for Slashmaster to bring it on.

Slashmaster storms back into the ring, fury in his eyes, and the two face off, each one knowing that the other has been waiting for this moment. With the open casket casting a dark shadow over the ring, the match intensifies, both men knowing only one will emerge unburied.

The match has broken down now into a brtual slugfest. Both combatants are battered and bruised, having thrown everything at each other. 

Now for one final time, both of them are on the ring apron above the open casket exchanging wicked headbutts. Slashmaster manages to land a particularly brutal one on The Fright, who falls into the casket. Slashmaster wastes no time in getting down from the apron and going to shut the lid to seal The Fright inside. However, as he shoves it down, a hand emerge from within the casket blocks him from doing so. The Fright rises up, a feeling of desperation and pure adrenaline forcing his movements and pulls Slashmaster into a mandible claw, pulling him into the casket with him. The two of them struggle fiercely within the casket, both collapsing onto all fours as they casket's walls block the audience's view of the battle.

LeRay: "The Fright has the mandible claw locked in good! But Slashmaster isn't going down easy! If Slash can get out of the hold"

Beeman: "I can't see anything!! Who's beating up who??"

Finally, after a brief period of invisibility a single, bloodied hand shoots up from the casket in victory. It's clear the match is as good as over with the opponent now beaten and unconscious in the casket. Who's hand is it...

[Bayou Burl]

It's Slashmaster's!

Slashmaster rises from within the coffin, takes a powerful step out of it and with a feeling of sweet satisfaction SLAMS the lid shut with all his might. The referee calls for the bell. Slashmaster has buried The Fright, and with him the one who kept him locked away for so long. Vengeance is his.