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Post by Hayden on Apr 24, 2011 19:46:24 GMT -5
Friday Night Combat is back after it's scheduled break. The lights are bright, with the show's theme song blaring out of the speakers. Knowing what is about to come next, all in attendance are glued to their seats in anticipation, waiting for the arrival of the three combatants, in particular, the triumphant Triple Champion. The show's theme soon fades out and is replaced by an all too familiar sound. CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blares out of the arena's speakers, driving the wild crowd into a frenzy. "Hayden HardKore, what can you say Hyper?"
"The guy has been wrestling longer than I can remember. He has won every title in the business, some of them multiple times and now has claimed almost all of GHW's titles simultaneously for himself.
If I didn't know better, I'd call him greedy."
"That's rich, coming from a man who still has three donuts worth of frosting all over his mouth."
"Well, I am what I am. Hayden has his work cut out for him tonight, if either of these men pin each other, Hayden loses his title, so he has to watch out for more elements than usual or that title will be walking home with somebody else." [/center] The song plays through well into the verse before Hayden appears, a shadowy outline against the Friday Night Combat backdrop at the back of the entrance stage. The shadow seems t glitter as the soft lighting catches the gold of his three title belts. A glint of gold shows the New Age Championship draped from his shoulder, a second, Charging Glory Championship hanging from his other shoulder. The third glitter of gold comes from his waist, where the Television Title is strapped. Stepping into the light, Hayden caps the aviator sunglasses forward onto his face, his trademark look displayed for all to see. Hayden takes the time to look around the waves upon waves of adoring fans, looking at all of the camera flashes while he stands atop the entrance stage, showing off his three belts proudly. Taking large steps, like wading through mud, in time with the music, Hayden marches forward to the front of the entrance stage. As the song reaches its way into a breakdown, a combination of pyrotechnics, smoke and strobe lighting flickers its way into the arena, while the Jackass takes off into full flight, charging down the side of the entrance ramp and slapping hands of all the fans he can reach as he goes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is your Main Event and is for the GHW Television Title.
Introducing first..." [/center] As Charlie speaks, Hayden charges toward the ring, picking up speed as he goes. Running at full tilt, the Jackass slides into the ring, coming up onto one knee as he goes. The much loved future Hall-of-Famer flashes a smile at Coors as Charlie begins to branch off into the second half of his introduction. "Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety one pounds.
He is the current GHW New Age Champion, Charging Glory Champion AND Television CHampion. The man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore! [/center] Hayden waves to his fans as his name is read out before tossing his sunglasses up into the air and hurling them into the crowd, where a small riot ensues. It only ends when a younger child slips out of the crowd unnoticed, aviators clutched into his hand. After a few seconds, the rabble realise that they are squabbling over nothing and sheepishly make their way back to their seats. Watching the whole scene unfold, Hayden takes the time to laugh heartily, while handing his three titles over to the referee. He looks as if he is on top of the world, his control of all three titles enough to put a smile on his face that no amount of wiping can remove. The grin remains on his face as he awaits the arrival of the next opponent. TBC MMMII or Havok |
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Post by HaVoK on Apr 25, 2011 1:27:10 GMT -5
*LIGHTS OUT*
GONG!
*LIGHTS BACK*
Havok sits on the corner, head pressed to the bottom turnbuckle, shooting a blank stare at Hayden.
TBC;
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Apr 25, 2011 9:45:01 GMT -5
And the opponent, from Whitby, England, weighing in at 235 lbs, Mighty Man Millson II.
A mixed reaction ensues from the Boston, Massachusetts crowd as the Ultimate Ego, Mighty Man Millson II, enters the vicinity, appearing on the ramp. Millson smiles before raising his arms into the air, gold pyro rockets flying as he does so. When the noise subsides, the Ultimate Ego rests his arms and his father, Ian Millson, plus teammate Adam Jones, appear from backstage, the triumvarate standing tall on the stage. Ian Millson produces a microphone from his pocket and passes it to his son, who raises the mic to his arrogant lips.
Before we get any further, I would like to say a few things. First of all, congratulations Hayden, for becoming a Triple champion here on GHW. And congratulations Havok, you get the chance of receiving not only the Television title, but also the Charging Glory title.
The crowd applaud the sportsmanship of both statements and even Millson himself offers a little clap for his two opponents tonight.
However, you are on borrowed time, as, while I was away with a little shoulder injury sustained during my last match with Hayden, yeah that's why you beat me, I had a little think. I'm already a 2 time Television champion and I'm already the man with the longest accumulated reign in GHW history, so I really don't need this title. I need something much bigger to help my career on and that is of course, referring to the Nexus Deathmatch. You see, keeping with all of it's prestige, I have decided to focus entirely on that and so am taking the night off to rest my still slightly injured shoulder.
The crowd boo, as they expected to see a Triple Threat tonight, and Millson wags his finger at them while shaking his head.
But wait. I know you wanted to see me win the title for an unprecedented third time, but the Nexus is more important than what you think. (Boos) But I know you two knuckleheads wanted to fight me, so I'll offer up a replacement. Adam, good luck. Go and win the title for us.
Millson pats Adam on the back and AJ strolls down the ramp before sliding into the ring. Hayden appeals at the official, but the referee signals for the bell to be rung anyway.
Well, a slight change of plans here. 'The Hardcore Icon' Adam Jones will represent The Wannabe's in this match.
What a huge opportunity this could be for young Jones. He could join his friend as a Television champion. What a match this should be in the Main Event of Friday Night Combat.
TBC- Good luck, guys. Hope you don't mind the little switcheroo.
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Post by Hayden on Apr 26, 2011 5:43:43 GMT -5
The sound of the bell is enough to draw Hayden away from his fruitless appeal to the match official. His rival, Millson escapes the ring, a smug grin on his face at the switcheroo he had masterminded. Hayden glares at the ref, then to his side where Adam Jones stands. Shaking his head to himself and with the bell still resounding in his ears, Hayden shrugs his shoulders, swivels his torso and unwinds a brutal left Haymaker to AJ's head. Jones drops to the ground where he stands, leaving the Jackass shaking his lethal left fist. In the corner, HaVoK still sits, his long hair draped over his face. He stares out at the Triple Champion, unmoving as the Kiwi turns away from the downed body of the "Hardcore Icon", Adam Jones. HaVoK pushes himself to his feet as Hayden approaches, obviously not concerned with the fate of the third competitor. Towering over the cruiser weight Champion like a giant towering over a young boy with a handful of magic beans, the big man cracks a small grin. He holds Hayden at the forehead, keeping him an impressive arms length away while Hayden swipes furiously and in vain to catch his Super Heavyweight opponent off guard. The crowd try to rally behind the Kiwi Legend, sending up a rallying "Hayden HardKore..." chant into the rafters of the GHW Arena, but the chants are cut short when HaVoK floors the lightweight with a giant sized chop to the top of the head. The force is enough to drop Hayden, nearly driving him through the floor like a tent peg. When HaVoK brushes the hair away from his face, he does so with the aura of a man who is in complete control. "Hayden HardKore sure had enough of that argument quickly. He knew it was going nowhere from the second he opened his mouth."
"Adam Jones sure felt the wrath, I tell you, opening the match with one of his big trademark moves. Hayden is really out for the kill in this one."
"He better watch himself though. Men the size of HaVoK do damage even with the smallest moves. The mind boggles to think of just what he can do to a man two feet shorter than him and nearly half his weight."
"Hayden's tough all right, but even tough people can be killed by stats like those." [/center] As if to send a message, HaVoK is quick to pick the dazed Jackass up, flinging him into the air, up into a Powerslam position. With the twisted half-smile on his face once more, he charges his lumbering body across the mat, leaps into the air and hurls Hayden downward into a Powerslam. He drives the body of Hayden HardKore directly on top of that of Adam Jones, giving the "Hardcore Icon" along with the "Hard-Kore" more to think about. As the pair attempt to try and unfuse their bodies from one another, HaVoK readies himself for another wave. The Man from Hell's Kitchen looks set on driving home his point as he leaps into the air again, coming down with both knees on top of the pile of bodies beneath him. He receives a groan of pain from both men for his efforts, but moreso from the lips of the Kiwi Warrior, who bears the brunt of the move. The battered Kiwi is once again the target for HaVoK's violence, when his is once more hurled into the grasps of the oversized near 7 footer. HaVoK grabs the Jackass around his neck, pulling him to his feet and then into the air. As his hand threatens to cut of Hayden's air supply, HaVoK walks, ever so slowly over to the turnbuckle. When he executes the brutal Chokeslam, he does so aiming for the lightly padded steel of the turnbuckle. The back of Hayden's head is driven into the turnbuckle and the Kiwi simply bounces off the unmoving and unforgiving object before coming to an abrupt rest as he hits the canvas once more. HaVoK brushes the hair out of his face once more, shooting evil glances around the arena at the stunned crowd. Not used to seeing their hero being manhandled to such an extent, Hayden's loyal Jackasses remain seated and silent, hoping that their hero can turn the tides. "Oh my. Hayden HardKore is not looking good. I don't think I can watch, pass me another donut?"
"HaVoK is an unstoppable force. I think that Hayden is simply too small. He doesn't even touch n two hundred pounds. How is he going to take on somebody who can be classified as a giant without a second glance?"
"Um, heart?"
"Hayden has more heart than anybody I have been in the ring with, true... But that is not going to wake him from this nightmare." [/center] By the time HaVoK is done dismembering Hayden HardKore, Jones is beginning to stir. AJ forces himself as best he can to claw back to his feet. As the giant approaches, Jones is ready for him. He takes the big man slightly by surprise, exploding from a three point stance to take him off his feet. With an almighty crash, the pair come tumbling to the mat. As the cries of "timber" echo out from Jones's Running Clothesline, the Wannabe picks himself up, dusts himself off and sets out for round two. HaVoK is slow to follow suit, his larger frame stopping him from reaching a vertical base before Jones. AJ stomps on the opportunity, grabbing HaVoK by the hair and yanking him backward. With HaVoK off balanced, Jones is able to finish toppling the Super Heavyweight for a second time, transitioning the hair pull into a Swinging Neckbreaker, driving the giant HaVoK into the canvas once again and stealing control of the match from under the big man's nose. "Finally, Adam Jones seems to be showing why he is in the match instead of Millson. Clearly, MMMII has had enough of Hayden lately, and with the added element of the behemoth HaVoK, that's the smart thing to do."
"Smart, cowardly... Take your pick. I for one, think that the only way HaVoK is going to stay down in this match is if the two smaller men work together."
"Work together? You think Hayden got those three title belts by working together?
That's not going to happen Hyper and you know it. Last time Hayden worked together with somebody, he ended up losing a title.
"Can't argue with statistics now can we?" [/center] As Hyper plows down yet another donut in shame for being outshone by his broadcast partner, Adam Jones readies himself to clear the ring of the big man. Standing HaVoK to his feet, he leads him over to the ring ropes. With a jab to the head, Jones ensures that the big man remains dazed and confused while he dashes off across the ring. The Wannabe, aided by the support of Millson at ringside, dashes off across the ring once more. He lines HaVoK up, looking to take the big man out of the ring to the unpredictable ringside area. As he draws closer, it is HaVoK who makes the sudden moves. He raises a big boot up and Jones runs straight into it. Needless to say, AJ stops short, like a race-car driver crashing at full speed into a concrete wall, and with about as much carnage. Spittle flies from Jones's mouth showering the ringside area while the carcass of Adam Jones is lifted from the mat and tossed to the outside of the ring, directly into the arms of the waiting and shocked Mighty Man Millson II. Jones's body crashes into Millsons, spilling the pair of them to the ground. HaVoK looks on, the strange smile returning to his face as the crowd boos his efforts. He is in the process of turning his attention back to the TV, New Age and Charging Glory Champion when the Champ grabs the attention for him. With a sneaky hand and a flick of the wrist, Hayden had proceeded to pick HaVoK up. Straining under the effort, the Kiwi does the minimum needed to topple HaVoK up and over the top rope. He watches with glee as the Super Heavyweight crashes down onto the ring apron, before bouncing down straight on top of the already increasing number of bodies piled up at ringside. The Kiwi, eyes glinting in the bright lights, takes off across the ring. He bounds into the ropes before coming back, charging across the ring at full speed. The New Zealander leaps, clearing to ropes in a single bound. He tilts his body in mid air, directing himself to a landing spot on top of the pile of bodies underneath him. Hayden turns himself over, landing squarely across the torso of HaVoK with a Senton Plancha and turning the entire fabric of the match on its head once more. "Look at that, Kiwi's CAN fly. Hayden HardKore stamps his authority on the match by effectively incapacitating all the men involved in it."
"Including himself, for the record. It just goes to show that one cannot turn their back on the Jackass, even for a second."
"He's like a ninja, one never knows when he is going to strike... Or how, you just know that he is. [/center] TBCB AJ or HaVoK |
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Post by HaVoK on Apr 28, 2011 4:08:38 GMT -5
The mouth of the behemoth goes agape as Hayden slowly starts to stir up from the heap of bodies, trying to get back to the match. He shakes his head to brush of the jitters and starts to hurl up the third counterpart of the match, Adam Jones, up to his heels. Being slammed and pressed between bodies for long, the Hardcore Icon simply couldn’t put a resistance forward and complies with the commands of the Kiwi, who then slides him down under the bottom rope inside the ring. With his opponent in a prone state, Hayden springs up to the apron and sets his right foot inside the ring, with his visual receptors busy scanning the state of Adam. But before he could land the other over the fabric, the Senior Milson comes out of nowhere and grabs the left boot of Hayden, restricting him to get inside. The triple champion tries to reason with the middle-aged man, but Ian is not giving up just yet – he wants the young noodle to win. After a few seconds of reason, Hayden tries to yank his boot out of the grasp of Milson Sr. and in turn, kicks him right on his ribs, sending him to fly away from the spot. The Hardkore one then turns his attention to his foe, but the distraction had already done its trick – Jones is up on his heels and is making a beeline toward the champion. Hayden couldn’t even move a muscle to save himself as Adam charged at him with an outstretched arm and topple him off the apron with a stiff forearm to the nose, sending him back to the barely padded floor.
“Adam is in it to win it and he’s proving it with his determination. I’m sure he must have gulped down a box of donut on his way out here.”
“Oh yeah? I thought I saw Milson Sr. grabbing onto Hayden’s boot and distract him for long enough to give Adam the chance to get up. The Wannabes are simply nothing but a bunch of wannabes; they’ll never be able to clinch the championships!”
“Milson Jr. was the television champion twice, you know…” *smirks*
“Guess donuts actually increase the size of your brain… I thought you won’t even bring up that bit.”
Dumping the champion back to the floor, Adam reels backward and bounces off the ropes, heading off toward the other corner with new-found momentum. Meanwhile, back at ringside, the behemoth is trying his best to pull his mass up, trying to get a vertical base. He stirs up to his feet and spots Adam to shoot himself over the top rope, arms outstretched like a squirrel. In no time, the Hardcore Hero finds himself within the clasp of the giant, who holds him like a baby – in a scoop. The Juggernaut known as Havok then lunges backward and throws Adam over his head, sending him to fly and crash against the ramp with a thud. The back of the Massachusetts native arches up right upon the impact, and he screams out in pain, deafening the ears of the fans sitting by the bleachers. Milson Sr., who has recuperated, rushes off toward Adam to check on him and nurse him back to his heels. With Adam taken out like a bag of garbage, Havok locks his eyes onto the champion and marches up to him, before hurling him up on his heels.
Even though the Kiwi tries to throw a few punches at the abdomen of the giant, it simply doesn’t do any harm to Havok, as if he was wearing a body-armour underneath his skin. Pulling his opponent up on his heels, Havok sends his hand to crash against the ribs of Hayden, blowing the air out of his lungs. Draining the champion down, the former enforcer of Necro Armata shifts his grip to the back of the skull and ushers Hayden toward the steel post, with intentions to blast his crown against the pole. But as they draw near, the Jackass sticks his boot up and tries to evade the attack, bringing much-unwanted grimace upon the Hell’s Kitchen resident’s face. The Psycho Giant thrusts his monstrous claw to the neck of Hayden and tries to choke him down, as if he was going to kill the champion to win it. The choke simply gets Hayden’s face to take a tinge of red to purple, and gets him down on his knees, with his nails trying to dig away the claw to save his dear life.
“Hayden is slowly losing it, but I guess he would hold on. I have faced that guy right there and I must say he’s a legend in the pool of the active Fighty fighty persons right now.”
“I remember Hayden to come into the biz too. He wasn’t awesome in the beginning but he surely picked up his laces. I guess it was the donuts I shared with him… hmm…”
“I doubt if he had a donut before I walking out here!”
“Still – the ingredients are still running down his veins! Have you ever seen a Kiwi fly except Hayden? No? That’s ‘cause they don’t have donuts for the kiwis back in the Kiwi-land!”
“The place is New Zealand, Hyper…”
But Havok already had his plans chalked; he grabbed the mouth of the tights of Hayden and yanks him up in the air, before throwing him against the steel pole. The face of Hayden contorts in pain as he crashes against the pole with a clank and slowly slides down off it, screaming in pain. Caring less of how the move might have broken a few cartilages or so, Havok grabs onto the neck of Hayden and throws him inside the squared hell, before getting right atop his torso, putting him in a pinfall predicament in the process.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-AAWWW!!
Before the score could be settled and the final whistle be blown, Adam swiftly slides inside the ring and shoves Havok off the champion, breaking the pinfall attempt. The referee quickly gets up and holds his fingers up high – it was just a two. But the world simply could care less – Adam continues to hammer away on the face of Havok, trying to drain the monster down for good. While Adam continues his rain of fist on the New Yorker, the Wellington’s pride shakes his head and starts to stir up on his heels, being totally unnoticed. Using the ropes as his steps to get up, Hayden regains his vertical base and starts to stalk Adam, with his face reddened up in frustration. Moving as silently as a cat, Hayden situates himself right behind the Wannabe and throws a boot right at his spine, getting him to feel jolts of pain to move up his spine. Frustrated enough, the triple champion grabs the skull of Adam and pulls him back, before wrapping his arm around the neck. He then kicks his legs and dives backward, letting his stomach and the back of Adam’s skull to take the collision. The ring nearly shakes up as the two crashes over the canvas with a thud, with Jones on the receiving end of the diving reverse DDT.
“For a moment we thought it was Havok who was gonna win, but Adam came into rescue and now we have Hayden taking him down with a reverse DDT. What a match this has been, Hyper? Back and forth action, much?”
“Twisted and turning like a loop of donut, Matthew! I doubt if I had seen such matches over the weeks and I’m glad that I was here on the best seat of the house.”
“I’m sure Big Al and Collin are currently ripping their hair over the fact.”
“Wait… Mulligan has hair?! Ohh.. I get it! You mean on the bottom, right?” *smirks*
With his opponent grabbing his head in trauma, Hayden pushes the ground around him and gets up to his feet, rage written all over his face. He grabs the Hardcore Hero’s arm and drags him over the colossal frame of Havok, dumping the lifeless bodies’ one over the other. He then marches up to the corner and starts to ascend the turnbuckles, giving crowd the idea that he’s going to recreate the same situation again. Once he reaches the top, he turns around at his foes and stands over the top turnbuckle, before leaping up in the air. The Kiwi that can fly soars through the air with his arms resting on his sides, charging down like a bomb dropped from a fighter jet. The crowd gasps, and then bursts into cheers as Hayden crashes atop the former EVPW-ian with a diving headbutt. The Boston Hero, in immense pain, grabs onto his sternum and rolls away while Hayden sits up holding his dome, nursing the region he hurt while pulling the move. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Milson gets up on his heels and stares at his partner's state being flabbergasted, clearly not expecting him to be on this state.
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Apr 29, 2011 4:23:18 GMT -5
Millson reaches into the ring and pulls his team mate out of danger, as Hayden lies on the canvas rubbing his cranial dome, Havok lying supine on the mat, all the wind taken from him as the combined weight of The Jackass and The Boston Brawler crashed down on him. With AJ currently recuperating with help from The Wannabe's, HardKore's championship disadvantage disappears and he realises that he might not receive a better chance of retaining his title than right here. HardKore forces himself to his feet, drags his heavy legs to the turnbuckle and in one leap, manages to reach the top rope. The Triple champion raises his arms, with the Boston crowd lapping up the Kiwi as he prepares for his Flying Kiwi maneuver. With deftness unheard of in a man as large as Havok, GHW's Worst Nightmare springs to his feet and pushes Hayden off of the turnbuckle, The Jackass flying through the air and colliding head-first with the barricade. Seeing his title fall away from his grasp, HardKore's eyes start to close, the collision having dented his conciousness. Meanwhile, inside the squared circle, Havok lets out a guttural scream and batters his chest, the crowd booing as he does so.
Havok looks to be in complete control, but he shouldn't be wasting time like this.
Definitely. I bet I could have had one whole donut in the time it takes for him to get back on track.
I second that notion.
As Hyper Elf actually digs into his donut box to see if he can back up his claims, Havok slides out of the ring and approaches the three Wannabe's. Scared as to what the big man will do to them, Millson Junior and Senior leave AJ where he lies and skirt around the ring, leaving Havok alone with Jones. The Hell's Kithcen Native grabs Adam by his long locks and rams the Hardcore Icon face-first onto the steel turnbuckle post, a reverberating clang hitting the arena. AJ stumbles around after the impact, but has no time to recover as Havok yet again grabs the hair and launches Jones into the ring underneath the bottom rope. The 298 pounder slides back into the ring as well, with The Boston Brawler quickly backing into the corner in a vain attempt at scarpering. The Monster of GHW simply smiles and raises a right hand as if to punch Jones, but is attacked from behind by the tenacious if not stupid Ian Millson, who unloads fist at the back of Havok. More annoyed than hurt, Havok turns around and grabs Millson Sr. by the throat, stopping all fists from flailing. With only a slight pause for a sick smile to envelop Havok's face, the Monster of GHW lifts Millson into the air by the throat and throws him down to the canvas with a thundering and impactful Chokeslam. Havok turns to face Adam Jones again, wanting to focus his concentration on the wounded animal in the ring with him, but unbeknownst to Havok, AJ has been passes Hayden HardKore's Television title, courtesy of the smart Mighty Man Millson II, and as the Hell's Kitchen Native turns, he's met with a title shot to the nose by the Hardcore Warrior that actually manages to floor the big man.
Oh, come on. When will The Wannabe's ever fight fair? This is just a travesty of justice.
Calm down, Matt, this is after all, a No-Disqualification match. If this was unfair, they'd have been DQ'ed, right?
Well, try saying that to Havok and Hayden when they lose this match.
After Havok's close and personal clash with the Television title, AJ seems stuck with what to do, seemingly dividing a pinfall attempt with a signature move, but after a few shouts from the Mighty Man, AJ falls on top of Havok and hooks the far leg, forcing down the big man's shoulders. The man in the zebra stripes slides in to make the count, but before he can even slap his hand to the mat once, Jones is bench pressed off the canvas by GHW's Worst Nightmare, causing a few gasps from the crowd. However, in desperation, Jones starts to thrash about and manages to slide off Havok's hands and drops both of his legs onto the thick skull of the 298 pounder. Having managed to gain some time for thought, AJ signals to his team mate, who nods and roots around under the ring, before pulling out a baseball bat and tossing it to the Hardcore Warrior.
Jones catches the bat neatly and places it on the canvas, before slowly lifting Havok to his feet and slapping on a front facelock. With immense effort, struggling to move the 298 pounds of dead weight in his arms, AJ rotates around, still with the front facelock intact, forcing Havok around so that the two men are back to back, with AJ holding the Monster of GHW in a now inverted facelock, both competitors standing over the baseball bat. After a short pause for the crowd to comprehend what's coming next, The Boston Brawler drops down to the mat, pulling Havok down with him, the big man's neck careening into the wooden bat. The crowd gasp as the match turns into a Hardcore contest, and quickly, realising that even a man as large as Havok won't get up from a Neckbreaker onto a baseball bat, AJ pushes Havok onto his back and laterally presses the Hell's Kitchen Native so his shoulders are pinned. The referee slides in and slaps his hand to the mat once, twice, and thr-. Just before the official can judge the match in favour of Adam Jones, the champion himself slides into the ring with his last vestige of energy and pushes the hometown hero off Havok, saving the match and his prestigious title.
Ohh, I thought we had a new Television champion, but HardKore comes out of nowhere to save the match.
I've never seen a Triple Threat as good as this one. We're seeing absolutely everything in this match.
I have to admit, I'm impressed with Havok and Jones. Hayden might not be walking out of here tonight as a Triple champion, only a double.
As Havok rolls out of immediate danger and hangs on to the bottom rope of the ring, Jones looks at the fallen HardKore, who is laying prone on the ring mat, still feeling the effects of the barricade collision. AJ gets to his feet and grabs The Jackass by the hair, lifting him to his feet, before shouting abuse at the legendary performer and slapping HardKore straight back down to the mat, jeers erupting from the fans. Jones simply looks down at the champion and plants a boot into Hayden's midriff, that sends HardKore to his knees, clutching his sternum. Having played with The Jackass enough, Jones grabs Hardkore by the scruff off the neck and shoves the Triple Champion's head between AJ's legs. The Boston Brawler executes a throat cutting gesture and then wraps his arms around the body of Hayden, lifting The Kiwi into the air so that Hayden's legs are on Jones's shoulders, body hanging perilously in mid-air.
Showing incredible resilience and abdominal strength, The Jackass lifts his chest up and once withing distance of the Hardcore Icon's face, Hayden starts to deliver right hands to the nose of Jones. AJ keeps hold of HardKore, even despite the blows, but with no momentum, he can't throw down Hayden and complete the Powerbomb, leaving himself prone to punches. However, with punches not on his mind at present, HardKore wraps his arm around Jones's head and lifts his left leg off AJ's shoulder, before spinning both legs around the Boston Brawler's head again and again, tilt-a-whirling as if his life depended on it. The crowd rush into a frenzy of 'Hayden' chants as he finally warps both legs around the head of Jones and on his spin up, he grabs the left arm of the Boston Brawler, dragging both men to the canvas, with The Jackass on top. The Flying Kiwi then keeps hold of AJ's arm and bends it the wrong way, the Hardcore Icon crying out in pain immediately. The referee comes into the action and asks if AJ wants to quit, but before he can respond, Triple M runs in and clubs the referee down from behind. Hayden breaks his finishing hold and gets upto his feet as Millson stares down with a smile at the stricken official, his smile disappearing as Hayden kicks Millson straight in the jaw, the sudden impact flooring the Ultimate Ego and forcing him to roll out of the ring.
Oh, come on. Hayden had the match won with his Arm of God submission hold, but Millson has to take out the referee.
You'd do the same, Matt. Now calm down, have a donut, and relax, before you pop a vein.
For once, Hyper, shut up about donuts. This is serious. How can anybody but Adm Jones win this Television title match with The Wannabe's constantly interfering?
GHW's Triple Champion watches as Millson rolls out of the ring, and content with the pain that the Whitby Wonder is in, HardKore focuses on AJ once again. HardKore takes a second to view the carnage but quickly stares up at the crowd with a smile, pointing to the top rope. The crowd erupt in more cheers, as The Kiwi once again strides over to the turnbuckle nearest AJ and hops onto the top rope in one fell swoop, facing the crowd as he prepares for his Flying Kiwi. However, the crowd are fated not to see one in this match, as the forgotten element in this bout raises to his feet and grabs The Jackass's arms, lifting HardKore into the air. After all he's taken in this match, Hayden can't compete with the strength of Havok, and as Havok looks away from HardKore and into the centre of the ring, preparing for his Crucifix Powerbomb, the crowd will on the GHW legend to fight out of this predicament, but Havok is too strong and he takes a short run up, before throwing Hayden over his head and onto the canvas, a sickening thud echoing around the arena.
Last Nail to Coffin! What a devastating move. That's surely it now.
And with Millson unable to run interference, Havok only needs to lie on top of The Jackass.
And of course, the referee needs to wake up.
As if hearing the Hyper One and the Hardcore Genius, Havok crawls over to Hayden, still feeling his neck as he does so, and the GHW Monster drapes himself over The Jackass, hooking a leg as he does so. Havok shouts at the referee, who starts to revivie, but still remains groggy during the first three seconds. With HardKore down on the canvas for 10 seconds, with no action emerging from the referee, Havok gets frustrated and starts to shout even louder at the official, but eventually, the man in the zebra stripes slides into the action and slaps his hand to the mat painstakingly slowly. One...Two...Thr-! A mere millimetre from the canvas on the third slap of the referee's hand, and the most resilient competitor in GHW history does it again, raising his shoulder despite the pain from the Crucifix Powerbomb. Havok lies on the floor, exasperated from the sheer effort this match is taking, and the crowd lap up the ability of their Jackass.
TBC-
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