The Underfaker Battle Royal

[Neo-Blade8]

Daemonsparta

Sardine Taker was feeling the momentum after delivering the big boot so when he turned around and saw the urn coming right at him he knew exactly what to do.

Sardine taker ducked under the urn by dropping to one knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a can of Nuri Spiced Sardines he got flown directly from Portugal and stretched out his hand, showing everyone the precious can.

Everyone watching was unaware of what truly was in the can, but Sardine taker knew. 4 succulent pieces of fish, firm but still tender to the bite, perfectly steamed before being place in the metal contraption. Completely submerged in a spiced oil, swimming with carrots, cloves, and chilis. This can was a perfect can of cuisine and was made in the same fashion as they made cans 140 years prior. The mere thought of opening the can had the sardine taker throwing his eyes backwards into his skull and just imaging the sweet taste of the sea hitting his pallet.

Just think about it!  

[Cartwright]

The Bettertaker is going to put the pain on The Londontaker as he muscles Londontaker up on to his feet and smacks him with an uppercut in the turnbuckle. The Londontaker drops to a knee, holding his jaw with his left hand!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

The BetterTaker was in no-mood to lay off as the Londontaker had insulted him with his very existence, so he tried to lift him back up off the ground and prop him back up in the turnbuckle, trying to see if he could lift a leg up on the top rope and begin the elimination proceedings!  

[Daemonsparta]

Neo-Blade8

The boomdertaker wasn't expecting to whiff it so badly. Speaking of whiff, the front row was getting a big whiff of the opened sardines. Boomdertaker had the answer as he opened the urn and shot the contents out towards the sardinetaker. Tot hink hed use ashes...but what...it didnt look.like ashes...

No! He was emptying a big load of not sshes, but Old Bay seafood seasoning!!!  

[Cartwright]

HiroShinMozas

The Londontaker is lifted up on to the turnbuckle and begins to panic as The Bettertaker starts to tip him over the top rope by lifting his leg!

The Londontaker tries to avoid this situation getting any worse by delivering a few punches to the head!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

The BetterTaker was in the process of working over the Londontaker, hopefully notching an elimination to put him one step closer to the victory circle. Naturally wouldn't be that easy that though! The Londontaker would fight back as one could expect, and those punches were mostly ignored as the BetterTaker knew how to take a hit...but, what he couldnt take was the sudden smell of Old Bay seasoning in the air! It caused him to sneeze and lose complete control of the Londontaker's body -- letting him go!  

[Neo-Blade8]

Daemonsparta

Sardine Taker saw the spice mixture land into his face, but simultaneously splash in to his sardines. The thought of his perfectly seasoned fish being hit with copious amounts of celery salt and paprika instantly destroyed him. He fell to the ground grabbing his face, but not because of the burn but because of the immense amount of sadness that overcame his emotions. Why would you do such a thing. The Cloves, the Carrot, BALANCED! But now it was a salty mess, it was like ingesting cheap Beach Cliff Sardines on a saltine.

Nothing no longer mattered to him, not the sneezing, the match, nor his opponents, just that poor can of sardines now laying in the middle of the ring, a salty mess of oil, fish and spice.  

[Cartwright]

The seasoning has given The Londontaker a lucky break! He uses this chance to get off of the turnbuckle and stand in the ring, where he looks to strike back at The Bettertaker with a big boot to the head!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

The sneezing fit continued, but it soon turned into a bought of coughs and some choking as the Londontaker's big boot cracked right into BetterTaker's nose, sending him flailing into the ropes! As he gasped and tried to fight past the seasoning and mucus that show down his throat he hung his arms over the top rope, fighting not only for his life, but also for his spot in the match as he was SUPER vulnerable!  

[Daemonsparta]

The boomdertaker admired the over seasoned chaos he had created. Like a confident chef bringing out a ruined dish before gordon ramsey before the disappointment. The boomdertaker saw sardinetakers sadness and reached into a pocket, pulling out a tin of his own.

What was this, a peace offering what kind of fish did boomdertaker ha- oh no!!! It couldn't be! It wasnt fish, not fish at all! It was a can of hormel corned beef! Only a step above spam! The boomdertaker opened the can with reverence before tipping it upside down, dropping the processed insult to Irish cuisine onto the now overseasoned fish.  

[Vic Venom]

Red in the face, the Under Taker begs and pleads with the refs at ringside, insisting he was unaware of the over the top rope rule convinced this had all been a ploy to make him look stupid. Nobody makes the Under Taker look stupid. Screaming hysterically he spits at the ref, grabbing his crotch.

Turning around his eyes narrow at the Better Taker in his perilous state. Bursting along the edge of the ring he leaps onto the apron grabbing the larger mans arm as it hangs over the edge before throwing himself violently backwards to the floor trying to drag his overhyped peer with him.  

[HiroShinMozas]

The BetterTaker couldn't stop coughing, was he actually allergic to some of these spices!? He had no idea, but this wasn't a part of the plan at all, and he effectively was removed from the question for time being...and wouldn't you know it, he suddenly started feeling his arms being tugged on. This didn't make any sense to him in the moment, thinking..."who the hell is outside the ring trying to pull me out, this should be coming from the back, what-"

The BetterTaker's thought process was cut completely short as he was suddenly pulled over the top rope and careening right to the ground below! He slammed down into the Under Taker, with both of his feet hitting the floor in the process!

"The BetterTaker has been ELIMINATED!"

Coughing and expelling some mucus, Better Than You. angrily dropped his name used for the match thus far and cracked a referee right in the face...or at least he assumed it was one, as he was trying to see through red, watery, squinting eyes. He had no idea who had pulled him over the ropes and was at this point violently angered that his shot at heading TakerMania was robbed from him in the most embarrassing set of circumstances.  

[Vic Venom]

Ricocheting off the ground backwards and rolling through to his feet the Under Taker spins 360 degrees reaching behind his back for an invisible sniper rifle aiming it and no-scoping the seasoned and spiced fraud. Squeezing the trigger he screams:

"BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT!"

To signify the firing of his non-automatic weapon. Strutting up to Better Than You he stands over the blinded man squatting down to simulate teabagging before being harshly jerked off his perch by a single ref, overpowering the smaller man and separating the two as security and entourage members fill the gap.

"See me bro?!! Whose the wannabe thug now, huh?! Whose the VIRGIN now?!!! I'm out here. This isn't the jobber leagues b***h. Out here I run s**t. You feel me?! Come on bro. Step outside. You like to talk s**t behind a keyboard, huh?? Talk s**t now. Talk s**t now. Talk s**t now bro. I'm serious- HEY DON'T ******** TOUCH ME!!"

Growing increasingly confrontational as he's backed away from the scrum by a single ref, in all the commotion his bandanna and shades come loose to reveal the unmistakable white boy cornrows of none other than world famous Tik Toker DJ Killa Kyle. Men boo the Russo affiliated grunt as clearly planted women in the front row scream in ecstasy. Flashing gang signs, the further away from his rival DJ Killa Kyle gets the more aggressive his attempts to fight through security get until he's being hauled up the ramp the #1 trending topic on social media today.  

[Neo-Blade8]

Daemonsparta

A 100 yard stare developed on Sardeantaker's face as the the pile of food echoed through the recesses of his mind. He never told anyone, but his favorite non-seafood breakfast was a can of corned beef and hash, 2 fried eggs and a glass of grapefruit juice. It was a staple of lower class families eating together and sharing in affordable culture. Filling, easy to eat and ready to be spiced up a can of corned beef and hash had so many possibilities of use.

But now the dish was soaking in spiced fish juices, slipping and sliding between gourmet fish product. And even worse was that the mash contained an overwhelming smell of salty spice. The old bay was visible in every possible nook and cranny and it was too much. Just too damn much

Sardeantaker's hand started slamming into the mat. He was attempting to tap out, This was the worse hold he had ever been stuck in. He tapped and tapped as referees on the outside were confused on how to handle the breakdown.  

[Daemonsparta]

Neo-Blade8

The boomdertaker had done his damage, seeing the sardinetaker tapping. He looked to the audience, then pointed to the ropes ad the crowd roared their message. He looked to grab the sardine taker and hoist him up, about to give him a Last Ride out of the ring!