Post by The Templar on Jan 27, 2011 23:49:58 GMT -5
{Writer's notes: Due to the site being down and the posts being back tracked after the unforeseen circumstances, I'm fast forwarding the match to a point where I can write an actual ending. Enjoy.}
Dustin Delta had the match in his grips. Positioned just behind the slowly rising Pavor Nocturnus, he had the masked man caught dead in his sights. Pushing himself up to his feet, his back turned, a dozen dizzy thoughts flash through the mind of the Masked Messiah until one so blatantly obvious thought flashes through his mind; he couldn't see the Floridian. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, Pavor watches as Delta side steps towards him before lifting his right leg, looking to decapitate the masked man with a super kick but, unfortunately, instincts kick in. Ducking under the attempted kick, Pavor's legs cock into his body like a loaded pistol before pulling the trigger and shooting himself forward with an out stretched hand. Turning around, the Everglades native sees the sight he was hoping he wouldn't come across; Pavor's hand slapping against the massive Beast's, pulling him into the match.
Knowing he really only had one chance to neutralize the fresh, monstrous man, Dustin Delta charged at the behemoth expecting to catch the big man off guard but that proved to be the beginning of the end. Underestimating the freakish speed of the Masked Monster, Beast instantly took a small run on the spot before tensing up his body and driving all three hundred and twenty pounds of himself into the far smaller Delta, knocking the King of the Deathmatch flat onto his back. Walking slowly and methodically, Beast looks down at the Fighter Jet before grabbing the champion by the throat and slowly pulling the man up to his feet. Kicking and swinging away, the strength of the massive man proved to be too much to bear as Beast instantly grabbed onto the top of his tights. Hoisting the man high up into the air, Beast stares out into the audience behind his mask before slamming Delta heavily into the canvas with a choke slam.
“Oh God, Beast just rocked the ring with that choke slam! Delta is down and out, there is no way to rebound after that one!”
Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“You know, I hate to say it but just pin him and get it over with... This three on one handicap match has got to end, just pull the trigger on him already...”
”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Templar has all of the momentum now moving into that big title match with Hayden at the pay-per-view and I mean- Wait, what's Kabul doing climbing into the ring? He's not the legal man!”
Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Oh no... Oh God no! Delta is already done, just pin him, you don't need to send any more of a message! Son of a bitch, what is Pavor doing!”[/center]
Like the rumble of clockwork as is the movements of the Templar. Climbing into the ring, Kabul ignores the pleads of the official while Pavor himself, knowing that the end is near, climbs off of the ring apron and makes his way to the announce tables, possibly to grab Amanda and bring her in. Pulling Dustin Delta up to his feet, Beast nods to Kabul and instantly sends the monster in an all out sprint to the ring ropes while the original minion lifts Delta up into a elevated bearhug position. Unable to stop the assault, the King of the Deathmatch is helpless as the Doomsday Clock ticks down to zero. Jumping up and rotating his feet like on an imaginary bicycle, Kabul hammers his massive boot into the chest of Delta while, simultaneously, Beast drops Dustin back first against the canvas while sitting down. On impact, the entire ring quakes and, unable to kick out, the champion lays spread out like a starfish as the reluctant referee hammers his hands down against the mat.
With the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match, both of the monsters stand on either side of the flattened Delta while ”From Heads Unworthy” by Rise Against blares throughout the arena. Engulfed by a hail of boos, however, Pavor doesn't seem to be done, sliding into the ring holding not his tag team titles but, rather, the King of the Deathmatch title. Standing over the downed Falcon, one leg on either side of the man, Pavor raises the title high into the air before pointing into the camera, a sign of possible things to come.
Lowering the title and stepping off of Delta, Pavor takes a step to the ropes before stopping and staring down at the King of the Deathmatch title, then the King himself before an idea ignites in his head like wildfire. Cocking the title back and turning towards him, Pavor orders his Templar to pull Dustin Delta up. He wasn't just going to beat him, he was going to bloody and batter him. The message was going to be sent to Hayden loud and clear that he was going to finish his reign; and finish it mercilessly.
TBCB They know who
Dustin Delta had the match in his grips. Positioned just behind the slowly rising Pavor Nocturnus, he had the masked man caught dead in his sights. Pushing himself up to his feet, his back turned, a dozen dizzy thoughts flash through the mind of the Masked Messiah until one so blatantly obvious thought flashes through his mind; he couldn't see the Floridian. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, Pavor watches as Delta side steps towards him before lifting his right leg, looking to decapitate the masked man with a super kick but, unfortunately, instincts kick in. Ducking under the attempted kick, Pavor's legs cock into his body like a loaded pistol before pulling the trigger and shooting himself forward with an out stretched hand. Turning around, the Everglades native sees the sight he was hoping he wouldn't come across; Pavor's hand slapping against the massive Beast's, pulling him into the match.
Knowing he really only had one chance to neutralize the fresh, monstrous man, Dustin Delta charged at the behemoth expecting to catch the big man off guard but that proved to be the beginning of the end. Underestimating the freakish speed of the Masked Monster, Beast instantly took a small run on the spot before tensing up his body and driving all three hundred and twenty pounds of himself into the far smaller Delta, knocking the King of the Deathmatch flat onto his back. Walking slowly and methodically, Beast looks down at the Fighter Jet before grabbing the champion by the throat and slowly pulling the man up to his feet. Kicking and swinging away, the strength of the massive man proved to be too much to bear as Beast instantly grabbed onto the top of his tights. Hoisting the man high up into the air, Beast stares out into the audience behind his mask before slamming Delta heavily into the canvas with a choke slam.
”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Oh God, Beast just rocked the ring with that choke slam! Delta is down and out, there is no way to rebound after that one!”
Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“You know, I hate to say it but just pin him and get it over with... This three on one handicap match has got to end, just pull the trigger on him already...”
”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Templar has all of the momentum now moving into that big title match with Hayden at the pay-per-view and I mean- Wait, what's Kabul doing climbing into the ring? He's not the legal man!”
Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Oh no... Oh God no! Delta is already done, just pin him, you don't need to send any more of a message! Son of a bitch, what is Pavor doing!”[/center]
Like the rumble of clockwork as is the movements of the Templar. Climbing into the ring, Kabul ignores the pleads of the official while Pavor himself, knowing that the end is near, climbs off of the ring apron and makes his way to the announce tables, possibly to grab Amanda and bring her in. Pulling Dustin Delta up to his feet, Beast nods to Kabul and instantly sends the monster in an all out sprint to the ring ropes while the original minion lifts Delta up into a elevated bearhug position. Unable to stop the assault, the King of the Deathmatch is helpless as the Doomsday Clock ticks down to zero. Jumping up and rotating his feet like on an imaginary bicycle, Kabul hammers his massive boot into the chest of Delta while, simultaneously, Beast drops Dustin back first against the canvas while sitting down. On impact, the entire ring quakes and, unable to kick out, the champion lays spread out like a starfish as the reluctant referee hammers his hands down against the mat.
”ONE...
TWO...
… THREE!”
Charlie Coors:
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match via pinfall... THE TEMPLAR!”
TWO...
… THREE!”
Charlie Coors:
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match via pinfall... THE TEMPLAR!”
With the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match, both of the monsters stand on either side of the flattened Delta while ”From Heads Unworthy” by Rise Against blares throughout the arena. Engulfed by a hail of boos, however, Pavor doesn't seem to be done, sliding into the ring holding not his tag team titles but, rather, the King of the Deathmatch title. Standing over the downed Falcon, one leg on either side of the man, Pavor raises the title high into the air before pointing into the camera, a sign of possible things to come.
Lowering the title and stepping off of Delta, Pavor takes a step to the ropes before stopping and staring down at the King of the Deathmatch title, then the King himself before an idea ignites in his head like wildfire. Cocking the title back and turning towards him, Pavor orders his Templar to pull Dustin Delta up. He wasn't just going to beat him, he was going to bloody and batter him. The message was going to be sent to Hayden loud and clear that he was going to finish his reign; and finish it mercilessly.
TBCB They know who
