Post by Valdora on Apr 2, 2011 20:45:02 GMT
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It didn't get any bigger than this as The Undertaker and Sting stood in the middle of the ring, the cage door being slammed shut and locked, both of them standing in the middle of the ring staring at each other. Flashes of light surrounded the arena as Taker would cross his throat with his thumb and Sting yelled out, starting out with heavy fists. Sting was the faster of the two, ducking a haymaker and started with body blows. Taker would block, tossing him to the ropes, Sting ducking a kick and went for the Deathdrop as Taker fought out, swinging with a clothesline as Sting ducked, locking in a sleeper. Taker moved to the corner as Sting pulled out, Taker ramming himself as Sting started to wail on his head, hitting ten good shots.
Taker then pushed him off, charging in with a boot as Sting ducked again, boucing off the rope and hit Taker with three good dropkicks then followed up with a clothesline, Taker going to the floor but landed on his feet. Sting just smirked at him as Taker slowly re entered the ring, both of them going eye to eye as Sting slapped him over the face. Taker would roll his eyes back and swung hard, Sting ducking and started to punch him to the corner, starting a ten punch once again. Taker would push him off three times, Sting charging in and slid out of the ring, grabbing Taker's legs and had him crotch the post, quickly climbing into the ring and stomped over him. Taker rose up as Sting dropped him with a DDT then a leg drop but didn't go for the cover, instead, he told the 'Deadman' to rise up, to which he did.
Sting smirked at him, dropkicking him right in the face and told him to rise up again, to which Taker did. Sting let him rise up, bouncing off the rope and would dropkick the knee of Taker, kicking at it and would drop him down to a knee. Sting stood over him, raising his chin and would punch over his head, knocking the deadman down and continue to punch at him, rolling off and moved to the floor, looking under the ring and found a steel chair. Taker would sit up, taking a vicious chair shot over the skull as Sting would wait for him to rise up, hitting to the ribs, the knee and the back, finishing off with a sick shot over the skull, knocking him to the corner. Sting then hit a Stinger Splash while using the chair, Taker pulling from the corner on spaghetti legs as Sting climbed the top rope and broke the chair over his head, knocking Taker down but again refused to pin him.
He yelled at him to get up, almost begging him to as Taker slowly sat up, blood covering his head as Sting pulled him up by the hair, slamming him down to the mat, going for the Scorpion Deathlock though Taker punched him off. Sting came at him though Taker got him around the throat, raising him up though Sting fought out, turning him around and dropped him with a suplex, an armdrag then a snapmare, climbing up the top rope and dropped Taker with a missile dropkick then clotheslined him again out of the ring, Taker smacking into the cell.
Sting looked around, waiting a moment and would run full speed, hitting a suicide dive, crashing and slamming Taker into the cage, rising up and went under the ring, finding a pane of glass and waited for Taker to rise. He yelled out that this was for Bret and smashed it over his skull, pieces of glass flying everywhere. Sting yelled out, going to pick Taker up whom punched him square in the face with a pair of knucks that he pulled from his pocket. Taker started to get his second wind and would start to slug away at Sting with hard haymakers, pushing him against the cage and viciously started to slug away at him close to thirty times. Within moments Sting's face was covered with blood as Taker reeled back and kicked him clear over the steel stairs, licking his bloodied fist. He would look to the ground and would pick up a piece of the broken glass, getting a sick look in his eye.
He walked back over to Sting and placed him against the cage, raising the fist with the glass up and came down hard, smashing it against the cage as Sting just moved out of the way. Taker swore, glad to be wearing gloves as Sting rammed him into the cage, hitting over his ribs and head, reeling back and charged in, Taker catching and slammed him face first into the cross bar of the cage and dropped him. Taker would pick up the steel stairs, ramming it over Sting's head and back, waiting and would toss them hard, hitting him over the head as Sting fell over. Slowly he picked him up, ramming his face into the mesh and grinded it back and forth then would grind it all along the cage from one end to the other, letting him go. Taker then grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the post, looking under the ring and would pull out a metal ball bat. He looked at it with possessed eyes and hit him over the ribs then the back, tossing him to to the cage and would proceed to choke him with the bat. Sting would choke, spitting up a bit of blood as Taker released, hitting him over the back and watched him drop, starting to beat upon him as if it were a mafia hit. He pulled him up, setting him against the post and swung hard, Sting ducking just in time as the bat would bang and dent, tossing it aside as Sting tackled him into the cage though Taker caught the upper hand, picking him up powerbombed him on the apron. He pulled him up and tossed him into the ring and entered, kicking him down with a big boot. Taker watched him crawl, stomping on his fingers and smashed him into the turnbuckle, slugging over him and set him on top, coming down hard with a superplex, covering only for two.
Slowly he rose, pulling Sting up and dropped him with a bodyslam, locking in a pressure lock on the trapesus. Sting would try to fight to his feet though Taker kept him down, Sting forced to use his feet to kick him off but took a clothesline down, Taker locking in the hold once again. Sting would fight to his feet, ramming his elbows into the stomach and bounced off the rope, taking a hard kick to the face, spinning his body and dangled over the rope. Taker bounced off the other side and sat down hard upon his back, pulling him back by the hair and rammed him into the corner, kicking at his stomach then stlugged over his head. Taker pulled back as Sting swung with a haymaker, missing and fell flat upon the mat, Taker dropping a legdrop over the back of his head.
He pulled him back up and rammed him face first into the corner, turning him around and stepped back, charging in for a splash though Sting caught him, hitting a flapjack as Taker's head smashed into the steel post, falling back as Sting quickly hit the top rope and came down with a cross body, No only for two. Sting shook his head, climbing the top rope and waited, coming down with a double axe but Taker goozled him, lifing him up but Sting countered with a flatliner DDT. Both men laying flat as Sting was the first up, wiping the blood from his head, getting steady and went after Taker, taking a low blow and dropped down. Slowly Taker rose first, wanting to finish this as he moved to the floor, finding a small roll of barbed wire and would wrap it around his fist, slowly climbing the ring and waited. String rose to his feet as Taker wound up, slugging him with a vicious haymaker, then another, and another, pushing him to the corner and would slug over his head over and over again, busting him open even more if need be. He shook his hand, moving to the apron and would slowly unwrap the wire from his fist and wrapped it around Sting's neck, tying it to the turnbuckle, Sting staying on his feet as he couldn't reach the wire.
Taker slowly moved to the floor and brought in the metal baseball bat, slowly entering the ring. Taker would cross his throat with the bat and started to make his way towards Sting, making a cross as he would pull the bat back, ready to blast his head off, swinging but took a low blow from Sting's boot. Taker dropped like a stone as Sting was able to weasle his way out of the barbed wire, picking up the ball bat and looked at it with hungry eyes, looking to Taker and blasted him over the back over and over again, then over the ribs, blasting him over the head to finish him off, tossing the bat away and went for the legs, looking for the Deathlock as Taker kicked him off.
Both men rose though Sting caught him with a DDT, climbing the top rope and yelled out, catching Taker with a missile dropkick, rising to his feet and waited, rushing in and caught a StingerSplash, backing away and went for another one though Taker grabbed him by the throat, hitting a chokeslam and quickly went for the cover...NO Only two.
He cursed audibly as he rose up, pulling Sting up whom hit an quick inverted atomic drop, bouncing off the rope and took him down with a flying shoulder block, rising up and hit a baseball slide right into his ribs, rising up and would grab at his legs again, trying for the Deathlock though Taker kicked him off into the ropes. Sting came at him though Taker grabbed him by the throat, raising him up as Sting fought out, hitting a dropkick to the back as Taker fell to the apron, pulling himself up. Sting would charge in after him, grabbing him and tried to suplex him into the ring though Taker blocked and would suplex him out of the ring, both of them crashing into the steel mesh and fell flat. Taker was the first to his feet, pulling Sting up and would grab him by the throat, ramming him from the steel post to the cage and back again, finishing him off by hitting a chokeslam right on the bottom of the steel stairs, Sting just dangling. Taker rose up, moving over towards the apron and would brush the blood from his eye, running and hit a legdrop right over Sting's neck over the stairs, nearly breaking him in half.
Taker rose and tossed Sting into the ring, climbing inside and would watch him crawl to his feet, grabbing him by the hair and told him this was it, kicking him low and rose him up for the Last Ride though Sting started to slug at his head, dropping him down and rose up, ducking a clothesline and dropkicked the knee, getting Taker to his back, nearly getting it locked it though Taker kicked him off to the corner. Sting quickly climbed up and came down though Taker blocked, violently pushing him back to the corner, coming in with a big boot as Sting moved, Taker crotching himself. Sting quickly climbed up, having him right where he wanted him and dropped Taker with a super Scorpion Deathdrop, covering for 1.......2...........No!
That was a bit of a shocker for him as Sting moved over to Taker's legs and again, Taker kicked him off, through the ropes and to the floor below. The back of his head hit the cage, holding it some as Taker got to his feet, rubbing his head and bounced off the rope, leaping over and crashed into Sting, smashing him through the cell door. Taker was the first one up, picking up Sting and would long dart him right into the cage wall, watching him drop like a stone. Taker moved to one of the production lights, ripping it from the ground and looked ready to beat Sting with it as Sting grabbed a hold of the cage door and slammed it hard against Taker's face. This gave him time to rise up, collect himself and charge in, Taker on the other hand grabbed Sting by the throat, picking him up and would gorilla press him up and tossed him literally into the crowd.
Taker would grin at that, moving the hair from his head and went after him, taking a vicious chair shot over the head, Sting standing on the railing and leapt, taking him down with a flying clothesline. He rose up, yelling out again though Taker fought back, grabbing him by the hair and went to ram him into the cage, Sting blocked with his hands and kicked him off, slowly starting to climb. Taker grabbed the cell, trying to shake him off but started to climb after him. Sting reached the top of the cell, moving over slowly towards the center as Taker would follow after him, Sting dropping to his knees as the blood loss was starting to get to him. Taker felt his strength sapping as well, moving over to Sting whom blasted him in the ribs then over the back....with his black ball bat. Sting had a plan in mind, beating over him with the bat, placing it over his throat and started to choke him, gritting his teeth. He would choke the Undertaker out, having him right where he wanted, grabbing him by the legs as he had no where to go and turned him over, applying the Scorpion Deathlock.
Taker would yell out, Sting having it locked good, applying pressure by leaning back and would even bounce some, slamming his knees into the top of the cage roof. Taker would yell out, almost growling at the pain as he couldn't tap even if he wanted to, reaching for one of the cross bars for support though Sting would let go. He turned Taker around, slamming his leg into one of the beams then would wrap his legs inbetween them and hit a Ric Flair Figure Four leg lock, trapping his leg within the beam. Taker screamed out in agony, Sting just smirking at him, yelling at him to scream all he wanted, having a sick smile upon his face.
Taker would sit up, reaching for him but Sting was out of his reach, his legs stuck and trapped as he couldn't even reverse it even if he wanted to, Sting just refusing to let go. He sat up, his face red with rage as he reached for him, Sting leaning back, applying more pressure. Taker would audibly swear, cursing to the lowest hells and was going to rip Sting apart once he got out of this hold, trying to relieve some of the pressure but it was impossible, Sting sitting up and yelled at him to admit defeat, Taker sitting up and would then hit Sting right in the eye with a fireball, forcing him to release the hold, holding his face in pain.
Sting rolled along the cage, holding his face as Taker rubbed his knee and leg, trying to get blood flow back to it, staggering to his feet and would pick up Sting's ball bat. He would look along it, limping over to him, Sting swinging at the air, unable to see. Taker then hit him over the back, watching him roll around then hit him over the ribs, almost just picking the bones with him, Sting unable to defend himself as he rolled along the cage, now right at the edge of it. Taker would beat along his back, almost trying to knock him over though Sting held on. Taker let him rise, taking a step back and looked ready to blast him over the head as he rose to his feet, rubbing his bloody, burned eyes. Taker would come at him, swinging the back hard as Sting would duck and dropped him with the Scorpion Deathdrop. A great counter but he couldn't capitalize, rubbing his eye as he slowly got to his feet, Taker, sitting up. Both men got to their feet, starting to slug it out, Sting hitting a good haymaker though Taker countered with a vicious kick over the head, knocking him along the cage.
Taker was in charge, kicking him in the face as Sting rolled, again nearly over the cage as Taker grabbed a hold of the ball bat, gunning for him. He would swing hard towards him as Sting ducked, hitting a body blow and slugged over his head over and over again, Taker dangerously falling over, catching his balance and swung again with the bat. Sting ducked, knocking it out of his hand, the bat dropping as he went for a DDT though Taker blocked, backbody dropping Sting over the edge of the cage as he quickly grabbed hold, the crowd letting out a collective gasp. Sting slowly started to climb back up, Taker stomping at his hand, nearly knocking him off as Sting dodged one of the steps, and quickly punched to the knee, stopping him in his tracks and climbed up. Sting went for another DDT though Take blocked, grabbing him around the throat, raising him up as Sting slid out, grabbing the ball bat and slugged Taker clear over the head as he would fall over the edge of the cage, crashing down twenty feet through the announcers table!
"OH MY GOD!"
"AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, THE UNDERTAKER HAS GOT TO BE DEAD."
"JESUS CHRIST, Shades of Mick Foley, The Undertaker just fell from heaven straight to hell!"
The fans were screaming like crazy, Sting standing at the top of the cell, looking down like an angel from heaven down at the demon from hell, relishing. Sting would spread his arms around, basking in the glow of victory as EMT's came flying down to assist, Taker was hurt and hurt bad as the replay showed it over ten times, this putting Foley to shame. EMT's would slowly load him up upon a stretcher, starting to wheel him around, Sting like a hawk just watching from above as they started to wheel him up the ramp......Taker than sat up.
Most of the fans went nuts as he looked pissed, looking up at the cell as Sting pointed the bat right at him, inviting him up as Taker pushed everyone off of him, limping towards the cage and would start to climb up it, the fans going absolutely crazy, the Immortal Undertaker tapping into those reserves as he reached the top, going eye to eye with Sting as if nothing happened. Blood just trickling down their skulls, Sting, dropping the bat as he connected with a vicious slap to the face, Taker responding with a sick punch, both of them going at it now via fisticuff.
Back and forth they would slug it out almost forever it seemed, Taker winning the slugfest, kicking Sting back whom fought back with a flying elbow, Taker with a headbutt, Sting charging again as Taker kicked low, setting him up for the Last Ride, picking him up high and would drop him with the Last Ride, sending him through the cage and down HARD upon the mat.
"GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY ENOUGH ALREADY! The Human body isn't Built for this kind of torture."
"They're not Human Ross."
Sting's body bouncing and laid lifeless as Taker looked down, his eyes wide with anger. Slowly from the top of the cage he would climb down on a bad wheel, holding his knee some as the ref was checking to see if Sting was alive, Taker pushing him aside and pulled Sting up, holding him over his shoulder, hitting snake eyes then a big boot, taking him down and would cross his throat with his thumb, rolling his eyes back in a rage as he pulled up a lifeless Sting and would connect with the Tombstone, crossing his arms for 1..........................2.................................3 NO!
The roof came off as Sting kicked out, Taker looking at the ref in disbeliefe, you had to be kidding. Sting was alive as Taker rose up, pulling Sting to his feet and would hit another Tombstone in the center of the ring, covering.....1.......................2...........................3 NO! He kicked out again! Taker rose up, audibly swearing as he looked at a beaten battered Sting whom refused to die, what was it going to take as he had to go for broke, one more should do the trick as he would move over, pulling Sting to his feet and set him up again for the Tombstone and came down as Sting countered with a Scorpion DeathDrop. Neither man moved as the ref would start to count, Sting moving very slowly as he rose up to his knees, Taker slowly sitting up. Sting just shook his head, rising up and would pick the big man up, slamming him down to the mat, trying to get some momentum but Taker sat up. Sting would dropkick at the knee, hitting a suplex upon him, Taker sat up. Sting looked over and kicked to the knee again, tossing him to the ropes, missing a clothesline as Taker came by with a flying clothesline, taking him down and rose up, poising for the chokeslam and grabbed him, raising him up and rose him as Sting fought out, grabbing him from behind with a german suplex for 1..............2................NO.
He rose up quick, trying for the legs as Taker would grab Sting right in the Go-Go-Plata. Sting was stuck in the middle of the ring, unable to reach the ropes as if it would held, Taker squeezing tightly upon him, squeezing the life out of him. Sting tried to fight out of it, slamming his fist against the back knee but even that wasn't helping, Taker having a vice like grip upon him. Sting would slam his feet against the mat, trying to get leverage as his arms were flailing like crazy, unable to fight out as his palms would fall at his side. The ref would move over, raising his arm up once........twice......three times NO! Sting had some strength left as he would punch at Taker's ribs over and over again, only having one hand to do so. Sting would continue to punch and punch and punch away, Taker wincing in pain with each hit as Sting refused to give up. Little by little his hits began to slow down, the life of Sting was being sapped out of him, his hits just seeming to just be baby taps now, the last hit only making it about half way before it fell to the mat, Taker reeling and shaking, blood just coming out of Sting's mouth as the ref moved to his hand. He rose it up and watched it drop..........he rose it again and it fell. He rose his hand up one more time and watched it fall NO! Sting had more fight left as his fist would shake, grabbing the ankle of Taker and slowly, very slowly would start push it up and off, breaking out of the hold as one solid fist connected over the nose, Sting rolling out of the grip, blood falling from his mouth as he would choke, Taker's nose now busted.
Sting slowly got to his feet as Taker did as well, stumbling against the corner as Sting ran, hitting a bit time StingerSplash, then another...and another, pulling back as Taker was on spaghetti legs, Sting picking him up and hit a big time Brainbuster, climbing the top rope and came down with a flying cross body, a clothesline, then another, and another, a tornado DDT, a german suplex then finally finished him off....with a Chokeslam of all things. Sting would yell out to the crowd, he was going to end it as Taker was wobbly, Sting grabbing him from behind and prepared for the Deathdrop as Taker got a hold of his bat, bashing it over his head, Sting reeling back and held his head, falling to his knees as Taker stood up straight, turning around and saw Sting, choking on his blood and looked up at an angry Taker. Sting would then signal with his hand to bring it on or to just end it already, having nothing left as Taker then smashed the bat over his skull, knocking Sting right out.
Taker fell to his knees, tossing the bat aside and would signal that it would be over, picking up Sting and would place him over his shoulder, slowly walking with him, moving towards the rope and would........climb? It took some effort though Taker was on the top rope with Sting, setting him up for the Tombstone.......from the top rope? Taker would then leap with Sting, crashing down viciously upon the mat, Taker holding his knees in pain as Sting laid there on the mat like a corpse. Taker would crawl over, placing the hands upon Sting's chest and rolled his eyes back, extending his tongue as the ref would count....1........................2.....................................NO!
Taker looked as if he just saw jesus, his face told the story as he was in complete shock, this was more than a fight for Sting, this was survival as slowly he would rise up, looking up to the heavens, almost asking 'why?' The Lord of Darkness was being tested by a Dark Angel as he only had on option left and that was to destroy Sting once and foreall, slowly pulling to his feet, signaling one more time was going to do it, calling Sting up to his feet. A lifeless Sting slowly moved to the ropes, using them as crutches, he had gone through complete hell as it took him almost an enternity getting to his feet, stagging, hobbling towards the Undertaker one step at a time, the final step dropping him to his knees, his hands at his sides as he just didn't have any fight left in him, raising up his hand and told Taker to give it his best as he grabbed him by the throat, raising him up for a chokeslam as Sting fought out, ducking a clothesline and came at Taker would whom back bodydrop him over the rope. Sting held on, quickly climbing the top rope and leapt with a cross body though Taker caught him, quickly turning him into Tombstone position though Sting fought out, landing on his feet and had him set up for the Deathdrop though Taker blocked, using his upper body and would pick Sting up again, having him set up as Sting fought out, having it latched on this time, ready to drop as AGAIN Taker would pull him up, moving around to break the momentum as he had him set up in the middle of the ring, ready to leap as Sting fought out again, picking Taker up and dropped HIM with a Tombstone right in the center of the ring, covering his hands over his chest as the ref would count.....1............................2.........................3.
"Here is your winner, The Icon....STING."
What a war, what a rivalry and what a match as Sting's lifeless body just dangled over the Undertaker's, referees flooding the ring to check on him but Sting wanted no help, rising up on his own accord hearing the crowd just erupt. If this wasn't Armageddon or the second coming of Christ you couldn't tell as the destruction of these two men told the story, The Undertaker was beaten in the center of the ring and Sting rolled to the floor. The replay showed most of the match highlights ending with a Tombstone on Taker as Sting was up the ramp looking at the carnage he and Taker left behind, hearing the claps from the fans. It wasn't for a World Title and it wasn't ending a streak, Sting fought his dark demons and finally put them to rest as he looked on then to the heavens almost as if saying 'thank you' as the show would fade to black.
It didn't get any bigger than this as The Undertaker and Sting stood in the middle of the ring, the cage door being slammed shut and locked, both of them standing in the middle of the ring staring at each other. Flashes of light surrounded the arena as Taker would cross his throat with his thumb and Sting yelled out, starting out with heavy fists. Sting was the faster of the two, ducking a haymaker and started with body blows. Taker would block, tossing him to the ropes, Sting ducking a kick and went for the Deathdrop as Taker fought out, swinging with a clothesline as Sting ducked, locking in a sleeper. Taker moved to the corner as Sting pulled out, Taker ramming himself as Sting started to wail on his head, hitting ten good shots.
Taker then pushed him off, charging in with a boot as Sting ducked again, boucing off the rope and hit Taker with three good dropkicks then followed up with a clothesline, Taker going to the floor but landed on his feet. Sting just smirked at him as Taker slowly re entered the ring, both of them going eye to eye as Sting slapped him over the face. Taker would roll his eyes back and swung hard, Sting ducking and started to punch him to the corner, starting a ten punch once again. Taker would push him off three times, Sting charging in and slid out of the ring, grabbing Taker's legs and had him crotch the post, quickly climbing into the ring and stomped over him. Taker rose up as Sting dropped him with a DDT then a leg drop but didn't go for the cover, instead, he told the 'Deadman' to rise up, to which he did.
Sting smirked at him, dropkicking him right in the face and told him to rise up again, to which Taker did. Sting let him rise up, bouncing off the rope and would dropkick the knee of Taker, kicking at it and would drop him down to a knee. Sting stood over him, raising his chin and would punch over his head, knocking the deadman down and continue to punch at him, rolling off and moved to the floor, looking under the ring and found a steel chair. Taker would sit up, taking a vicious chair shot over the skull as Sting would wait for him to rise up, hitting to the ribs, the knee and the back, finishing off with a sick shot over the skull, knocking him to the corner. Sting then hit a Stinger Splash while using the chair, Taker pulling from the corner on spaghetti legs as Sting climbed the top rope and broke the chair over his head, knocking Taker down but again refused to pin him.
He yelled at him to get up, almost begging him to as Taker slowly sat up, blood covering his head as Sting pulled him up by the hair, slamming him down to the mat, going for the Scorpion Deathlock though Taker punched him off. Sting came at him though Taker got him around the throat, raising him up though Sting fought out, turning him around and dropped him with a suplex, an armdrag then a snapmare, climbing up the top rope and dropped Taker with a missile dropkick then clotheslined him again out of the ring, Taker smacking into the cell.
Sting looked around, waiting a moment and would run full speed, hitting a suicide dive, crashing and slamming Taker into the cage, rising up and went under the ring, finding a pane of glass and waited for Taker to rise. He yelled out that this was for Bret and smashed it over his skull, pieces of glass flying everywhere. Sting yelled out, going to pick Taker up whom punched him square in the face with a pair of knucks that he pulled from his pocket. Taker started to get his second wind and would start to slug away at Sting with hard haymakers, pushing him against the cage and viciously started to slug away at him close to thirty times. Within moments Sting's face was covered with blood as Taker reeled back and kicked him clear over the steel stairs, licking his bloodied fist. He would look to the ground and would pick up a piece of the broken glass, getting a sick look in his eye.
He walked back over to Sting and placed him against the cage, raising the fist with the glass up and came down hard, smashing it against the cage as Sting just moved out of the way. Taker swore, glad to be wearing gloves as Sting rammed him into the cage, hitting over his ribs and head, reeling back and charged in, Taker catching and slammed him face first into the cross bar of the cage and dropped him. Taker would pick up the steel stairs, ramming it over Sting's head and back, waiting and would toss them hard, hitting him over the head as Sting fell over. Slowly he picked him up, ramming his face into the mesh and grinded it back and forth then would grind it all along the cage from one end to the other, letting him go. Taker then grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the post, looking under the ring and would pull out a metal ball bat. He looked at it with possessed eyes and hit him over the ribs then the back, tossing him to to the cage and would proceed to choke him with the bat. Sting would choke, spitting up a bit of blood as Taker released, hitting him over the back and watched him drop, starting to beat upon him as if it were a mafia hit. He pulled him up, setting him against the post and swung hard, Sting ducking just in time as the bat would bang and dent, tossing it aside as Sting tackled him into the cage though Taker caught the upper hand, picking him up powerbombed him on the apron. He pulled him up and tossed him into the ring and entered, kicking him down with a big boot. Taker watched him crawl, stomping on his fingers and smashed him into the turnbuckle, slugging over him and set him on top, coming down hard with a superplex, covering only for two.
Slowly he rose, pulling Sting up and dropped him with a bodyslam, locking in a pressure lock on the trapesus. Sting would try to fight to his feet though Taker kept him down, Sting forced to use his feet to kick him off but took a clothesline down, Taker locking in the hold once again. Sting would fight to his feet, ramming his elbows into the stomach and bounced off the rope, taking a hard kick to the face, spinning his body and dangled over the rope. Taker bounced off the other side and sat down hard upon his back, pulling him back by the hair and rammed him into the corner, kicking at his stomach then stlugged over his head. Taker pulled back as Sting swung with a haymaker, missing and fell flat upon the mat, Taker dropping a legdrop over the back of his head.
He pulled him back up and rammed him face first into the corner, turning him around and stepped back, charging in for a splash though Sting caught him, hitting a flapjack as Taker's head smashed into the steel post, falling back as Sting quickly hit the top rope and came down with a cross body, No only for two. Sting shook his head, climbing the top rope and waited, coming down with a double axe but Taker goozled him, lifing him up but Sting countered with a flatliner DDT. Both men laying flat as Sting was the first up, wiping the blood from his head, getting steady and went after Taker, taking a low blow and dropped down. Slowly Taker rose first, wanting to finish this as he moved to the floor, finding a small roll of barbed wire and would wrap it around his fist, slowly climbing the ring and waited. String rose to his feet as Taker wound up, slugging him with a vicious haymaker, then another, and another, pushing him to the corner and would slug over his head over and over again, busting him open even more if need be. He shook his hand, moving to the apron and would slowly unwrap the wire from his fist and wrapped it around Sting's neck, tying it to the turnbuckle, Sting staying on his feet as he couldn't reach the wire.
Taker slowly moved to the floor and brought in the metal baseball bat, slowly entering the ring. Taker would cross his throat with the bat and started to make his way towards Sting, making a cross as he would pull the bat back, ready to blast his head off, swinging but took a low blow from Sting's boot. Taker dropped like a stone as Sting was able to weasle his way out of the barbed wire, picking up the ball bat and looked at it with hungry eyes, looking to Taker and blasted him over the back over and over again, then over the ribs, blasting him over the head to finish him off, tossing the bat away and went for the legs, looking for the Deathlock as Taker kicked him off.
Both men rose though Sting caught him with a DDT, climbing the top rope and yelled out, catching Taker with a missile dropkick, rising to his feet and waited, rushing in and caught a StingerSplash, backing away and went for another one though Taker grabbed him by the throat, hitting a chokeslam and quickly went for the cover...NO Only two.
He cursed audibly as he rose up, pulling Sting up whom hit an quick inverted atomic drop, bouncing off the rope and took him down with a flying shoulder block, rising up and hit a baseball slide right into his ribs, rising up and would grab at his legs again, trying for the Deathlock though Taker kicked him off into the ropes. Sting came at him though Taker grabbed him by the throat, raising him up as Sting fought out, hitting a dropkick to the back as Taker fell to the apron, pulling himself up. Sting would charge in after him, grabbing him and tried to suplex him into the ring though Taker blocked and would suplex him out of the ring, both of them crashing into the steel mesh and fell flat. Taker was the first to his feet, pulling Sting up and would grab him by the throat, ramming him from the steel post to the cage and back again, finishing him off by hitting a chokeslam right on the bottom of the steel stairs, Sting just dangling. Taker rose up, moving over towards the apron and would brush the blood from his eye, running and hit a legdrop right over Sting's neck over the stairs, nearly breaking him in half.
Taker rose and tossed Sting into the ring, climbing inside and would watch him crawl to his feet, grabbing him by the hair and told him this was it, kicking him low and rose him up for the Last Ride though Sting started to slug at his head, dropping him down and rose up, ducking a clothesline and dropkicked the knee, getting Taker to his back, nearly getting it locked it though Taker kicked him off to the corner. Sting quickly climbed up and came down though Taker blocked, violently pushing him back to the corner, coming in with a big boot as Sting moved, Taker crotching himself. Sting quickly climbed up, having him right where he wanted him and dropped Taker with a super Scorpion Deathdrop, covering for 1.......2...........No!
That was a bit of a shocker for him as Sting moved over to Taker's legs and again, Taker kicked him off, through the ropes and to the floor below. The back of his head hit the cage, holding it some as Taker got to his feet, rubbing his head and bounced off the rope, leaping over and crashed into Sting, smashing him through the cell door. Taker was the first one up, picking up Sting and would long dart him right into the cage wall, watching him drop like a stone. Taker moved to one of the production lights, ripping it from the ground and looked ready to beat Sting with it as Sting grabbed a hold of the cage door and slammed it hard against Taker's face. This gave him time to rise up, collect himself and charge in, Taker on the other hand grabbed Sting by the throat, picking him up and would gorilla press him up and tossed him literally into the crowd.
Taker would grin at that, moving the hair from his head and went after him, taking a vicious chair shot over the head, Sting standing on the railing and leapt, taking him down with a flying clothesline. He rose up, yelling out again though Taker fought back, grabbing him by the hair and went to ram him into the cage, Sting blocked with his hands and kicked him off, slowly starting to climb. Taker grabbed the cell, trying to shake him off but started to climb after him. Sting reached the top of the cell, moving over slowly towards the center as Taker would follow after him, Sting dropping to his knees as the blood loss was starting to get to him. Taker felt his strength sapping as well, moving over to Sting whom blasted him in the ribs then over the back....with his black ball bat. Sting had a plan in mind, beating over him with the bat, placing it over his throat and started to choke him, gritting his teeth. He would choke the Undertaker out, having him right where he wanted, grabbing him by the legs as he had no where to go and turned him over, applying the Scorpion Deathlock.
Taker would yell out, Sting having it locked good, applying pressure by leaning back and would even bounce some, slamming his knees into the top of the cage roof. Taker would yell out, almost growling at the pain as he couldn't tap even if he wanted to, reaching for one of the cross bars for support though Sting would let go. He turned Taker around, slamming his leg into one of the beams then would wrap his legs inbetween them and hit a Ric Flair Figure Four leg lock, trapping his leg within the beam. Taker screamed out in agony, Sting just smirking at him, yelling at him to scream all he wanted, having a sick smile upon his face.
Taker would sit up, reaching for him but Sting was out of his reach, his legs stuck and trapped as he couldn't even reverse it even if he wanted to, Sting just refusing to let go. He sat up, his face red with rage as he reached for him, Sting leaning back, applying more pressure. Taker would audibly swear, cursing to the lowest hells and was going to rip Sting apart once he got out of this hold, trying to relieve some of the pressure but it was impossible, Sting sitting up and yelled at him to admit defeat, Taker sitting up and would then hit Sting right in the eye with a fireball, forcing him to release the hold, holding his face in pain.
Sting rolled along the cage, holding his face as Taker rubbed his knee and leg, trying to get blood flow back to it, staggering to his feet and would pick up Sting's ball bat. He would look along it, limping over to him, Sting swinging at the air, unable to see. Taker then hit him over the back, watching him roll around then hit him over the ribs, almost just picking the bones with him, Sting unable to defend himself as he rolled along the cage, now right at the edge of it. Taker would beat along his back, almost trying to knock him over though Sting held on. Taker let him rise, taking a step back and looked ready to blast him over the head as he rose to his feet, rubbing his bloody, burned eyes. Taker would come at him, swinging the back hard as Sting would duck and dropped him with the Scorpion Deathdrop. A great counter but he couldn't capitalize, rubbing his eye as he slowly got to his feet, Taker, sitting up. Both men got to their feet, starting to slug it out, Sting hitting a good haymaker though Taker countered with a vicious kick over the head, knocking him along the cage.
Taker was in charge, kicking him in the face as Sting rolled, again nearly over the cage as Taker grabbed a hold of the ball bat, gunning for him. He would swing hard towards him as Sting ducked, hitting a body blow and slugged over his head over and over again, Taker dangerously falling over, catching his balance and swung again with the bat. Sting ducked, knocking it out of his hand, the bat dropping as he went for a DDT though Taker blocked, backbody dropping Sting over the edge of the cage as he quickly grabbed hold, the crowd letting out a collective gasp. Sting slowly started to climb back up, Taker stomping at his hand, nearly knocking him off as Sting dodged one of the steps, and quickly punched to the knee, stopping him in his tracks and climbed up. Sting went for another DDT though Take blocked, grabbing him around the throat, raising him up as Sting slid out, grabbing the ball bat and slugged Taker clear over the head as he would fall over the edge of the cage, crashing down twenty feet through the announcers table!
"OH MY GOD!"
"AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, THE UNDERTAKER HAS GOT TO BE DEAD."
"JESUS CHRIST, Shades of Mick Foley, The Undertaker just fell from heaven straight to hell!"
The fans were screaming like crazy, Sting standing at the top of the cell, looking down like an angel from heaven down at the demon from hell, relishing. Sting would spread his arms around, basking in the glow of victory as EMT's came flying down to assist, Taker was hurt and hurt bad as the replay showed it over ten times, this putting Foley to shame. EMT's would slowly load him up upon a stretcher, starting to wheel him around, Sting like a hawk just watching from above as they started to wheel him up the ramp......Taker than sat up.
Most of the fans went nuts as he looked pissed, looking up at the cell as Sting pointed the bat right at him, inviting him up as Taker pushed everyone off of him, limping towards the cage and would start to climb up it, the fans going absolutely crazy, the Immortal Undertaker tapping into those reserves as he reached the top, going eye to eye with Sting as if nothing happened. Blood just trickling down their skulls, Sting, dropping the bat as he connected with a vicious slap to the face, Taker responding with a sick punch, both of them going at it now via fisticuff.
Back and forth they would slug it out almost forever it seemed, Taker winning the slugfest, kicking Sting back whom fought back with a flying elbow, Taker with a headbutt, Sting charging again as Taker kicked low, setting him up for the Last Ride, picking him up high and would drop him with the Last Ride, sending him through the cage and down HARD upon the mat.
"GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY ENOUGH ALREADY! The Human body isn't Built for this kind of torture."
"They're not Human Ross."
Sting's body bouncing and laid lifeless as Taker looked down, his eyes wide with anger. Slowly from the top of the cage he would climb down on a bad wheel, holding his knee some as the ref was checking to see if Sting was alive, Taker pushing him aside and pulled Sting up, holding him over his shoulder, hitting snake eyes then a big boot, taking him down and would cross his throat with his thumb, rolling his eyes back in a rage as he pulled up a lifeless Sting and would connect with the Tombstone, crossing his arms for 1..........................2.................................3 NO!
The roof came off as Sting kicked out, Taker looking at the ref in disbeliefe, you had to be kidding. Sting was alive as Taker rose up, pulling Sting to his feet and would hit another Tombstone in the center of the ring, covering.....1.......................2...........................3 NO! He kicked out again! Taker rose up, audibly swearing as he looked at a beaten battered Sting whom refused to die, what was it going to take as he had to go for broke, one more should do the trick as he would move over, pulling Sting to his feet and set him up again for the Tombstone and came down as Sting countered with a Scorpion DeathDrop. Neither man moved as the ref would start to count, Sting moving very slowly as he rose up to his knees, Taker slowly sitting up. Sting just shook his head, rising up and would pick the big man up, slamming him down to the mat, trying to get some momentum but Taker sat up. Sting would dropkick at the knee, hitting a suplex upon him, Taker sat up. Sting looked over and kicked to the knee again, tossing him to the ropes, missing a clothesline as Taker came by with a flying clothesline, taking him down and rose up, poising for the chokeslam and grabbed him, raising him up and rose him as Sting fought out, grabbing him from behind with a german suplex for 1..............2................NO.
He rose up quick, trying for the legs as Taker would grab Sting right in the Go-Go-Plata. Sting was stuck in the middle of the ring, unable to reach the ropes as if it would held, Taker squeezing tightly upon him, squeezing the life out of him. Sting tried to fight out of it, slamming his fist against the back knee but even that wasn't helping, Taker having a vice like grip upon him. Sting would slam his feet against the mat, trying to get leverage as his arms were flailing like crazy, unable to fight out as his palms would fall at his side. The ref would move over, raising his arm up once........twice......three times NO! Sting had some strength left as he would punch at Taker's ribs over and over again, only having one hand to do so. Sting would continue to punch and punch and punch away, Taker wincing in pain with each hit as Sting refused to give up. Little by little his hits began to slow down, the life of Sting was being sapped out of him, his hits just seeming to just be baby taps now, the last hit only making it about half way before it fell to the mat, Taker reeling and shaking, blood just coming out of Sting's mouth as the ref moved to his hand. He rose it up and watched it drop..........he rose it again and it fell. He rose his hand up one more time and watched it fall NO! Sting had more fight left as his fist would shake, grabbing the ankle of Taker and slowly, very slowly would start push it up and off, breaking out of the hold as one solid fist connected over the nose, Sting rolling out of the grip, blood falling from his mouth as he would choke, Taker's nose now busted.
Sting slowly got to his feet as Taker did as well, stumbling against the corner as Sting ran, hitting a bit time StingerSplash, then another...and another, pulling back as Taker was on spaghetti legs, Sting picking him up and hit a big time Brainbuster, climbing the top rope and came down with a flying cross body, a clothesline, then another, and another, a tornado DDT, a german suplex then finally finished him off....with a Chokeslam of all things. Sting would yell out to the crowd, he was going to end it as Taker was wobbly, Sting grabbing him from behind and prepared for the Deathdrop as Taker got a hold of his bat, bashing it over his head, Sting reeling back and held his head, falling to his knees as Taker stood up straight, turning around and saw Sting, choking on his blood and looked up at an angry Taker. Sting would then signal with his hand to bring it on or to just end it already, having nothing left as Taker then smashed the bat over his skull, knocking Sting right out.
Taker fell to his knees, tossing the bat aside and would signal that it would be over, picking up Sting and would place him over his shoulder, slowly walking with him, moving towards the rope and would........climb? It took some effort though Taker was on the top rope with Sting, setting him up for the Tombstone.......from the top rope? Taker would then leap with Sting, crashing down viciously upon the mat, Taker holding his knees in pain as Sting laid there on the mat like a corpse. Taker would crawl over, placing the hands upon Sting's chest and rolled his eyes back, extending his tongue as the ref would count....1........................2.....................................NO!
Taker looked as if he just saw jesus, his face told the story as he was in complete shock, this was more than a fight for Sting, this was survival as slowly he would rise up, looking up to the heavens, almost asking 'why?' The Lord of Darkness was being tested by a Dark Angel as he only had on option left and that was to destroy Sting once and foreall, slowly pulling to his feet, signaling one more time was going to do it, calling Sting up to his feet. A lifeless Sting slowly moved to the ropes, using them as crutches, he had gone through complete hell as it took him almost an enternity getting to his feet, stagging, hobbling towards the Undertaker one step at a time, the final step dropping him to his knees, his hands at his sides as he just didn't have any fight left in him, raising up his hand and told Taker to give it his best as he grabbed him by the throat, raising him up for a chokeslam as Sting fought out, ducking a clothesline and came at Taker would whom back bodydrop him over the rope. Sting held on, quickly climbing the top rope and leapt with a cross body though Taker caught him, quickly turning him into Tombstone position though Sting fought out, landing on his feet and had him set up for the Deathdrop though Taker blocked, using his upper body and would pick Sting up again, having him set up as Sting fought out, having it latched on this time, ready to drop as AGAIN Taker would pull him up, moving around to break the momentum as he had him set up in the middle of the ring, ready to leap as Sting fought out again, picking Taker up and dropped HIM with a Tombstone right in the center of the ring, covering his hands over his chest as the ref would count.....1............................2.........................3.
"Here is your winner, The Icon....STING."
What a war, what a rivalry and what a match as Sting's lifeless body just dangled over the Undertaker's, referees flooding the ring to check on him but Sting wanted no help, rising up on his own accord hearing the crowd just erupt. If this wasn't Armageddon or the second coming of Christ you couldn't tell as the destruction of these two men told the story, The Undertaker was beaten in the center of the ring and Sting rolled to the floor. The replay showed most of the match highlights ending with a Tombstone on Taker as Sting was up the ramp looking at the carnage he and Taker left behind, hearing the claps from the fans. It wasn't for a World Title and it wasn't ending a streak, Sting fought his dark demons and finally put them to rest as he looked on then to the heavens almost as if saying 'thank you' as the show would fade to black.