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Post by Ryan Hughes on Jun 2, 2010 6:47:32 GMT -5
As Tuesday Night Triumph returns from a commercial break, the camera pans around the sold out arena, with many a fan trying their hardest to grab the cameraman’s attention and have the rare honor to mouth “Hi Mom! I’m on TV!” towards the screen for the folks back home. As soon as the commentators are ready, the production team in the back switches the feed, so it portrays the two commentators, smiling at the camera.
Fuzz- "Welcome back to Triumph. Our huge main event is moments away from commencing!”
Big Al- "It certainly is huge, as it involves our two magnificent champions in Ryan Hughes and Darth That Guy, as well as the charming Alex Night, of course.”
"Lest we forget who they are facing, Al. The returning Metal Dragon, Wolverina AND Domink Santiago, who is chomping at the bit after just missing out at NeXuS!”
Soon enough, the commentators are silenced by the beginning of “Tomorrow” by Ozzy Osbourne which plays through the PA system, signalling the arrival of one Chief Batmanite. This time however, he brings his friends to the playground. The fans give out a tirade of boos as Ryan Hughes, Darth That Guy and Alex Night push through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, but the trio shrug off the negativity. Smiling at his shining New Age Championship, he leads the men down the entrance ramp, with Darth and Alex taking their time to stir up the hatred, slapping away the fans that try to touch them.
Living in the thunder, driving me insane,
Can I get a witness to take away the pain,
Walking on water, going nowhere fast,
Feeling like I'm walking with no shoes on broken glass.
Charlie Coors- "The following contest is a six-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first team, at a combined weight of 746lbs, the team of Alex Night, the GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion Darth That Guy, and the GHW New Age Champion, Ryan Hughes!"
"You have to wonder whether Hughes is fully recovered from NeXuS.”
"Whatever Hughes is feeling, Santiago has it worse. I mean, Hughes had enough in him to win last Sunday, while Dominik didn’t."
You don't have to leave the lights on,
I'm so used to being blind,
No more goodbyes or yesterdays, so it's,
I'll see you tomorrow
I'll see you tomorrow
The fearsome threesome continue their slow walk to the ring, Hughes making sure he stays ahead of Darth and Alex throughout the journey to the squared circle. One by one, the three men enter the ring, before they huddle momentarily. Looking pleased with themselves, the three men stand three abreast facing the crowd, before simultaneously raising their fists in to the air. This little uniform taunt riles the crowd up, much to the delight of Hughes. As the three put their hands down, Alex looks saddened, obviously due to the fact that Hughes and DTG raised titles, whilst he had nothing. Nevertheless, the three huddle again to talk tactics as they await their opponents for the evening.
TBCB The other guys.
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jun 2, 2010 14:41:14 GMT -5
"Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive hits the PA and the crowd begins to cheer. Dominik Santiago parts the curtain in front of him and steps under the lights, looking around at the masses providing fanfare for him and his two partners.
"And the first member of the opposing team, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 227 pounds, he is the Hardcore Assassin, DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"
Santiago stands a few feet down the ramp and crosses his arms, not entering the ring. The Assassin's music fades out and "Zombie" by The Cranberries picks up. The cheering continues as Wolverina steps out in her regular ring attire. Haven simply walks out and stands next to Dominik, both of them waiting.
"I like this new entrance she has. I liked 'You're Going Down' too, though. Can't decide which is better."
"Your mother was a zombie after she went down on me."
Colin simply responds with a middle finger.
"One of his partners, from Blair, Nebraska, weighing in 150 pounds, HAVEN CASSADY!"
Al: "What're they standing there for?"
Fuzz: "I think they're waiting for the third man..."
"Zombie" fades out and silence takes over in Boston for a second. A small section of the fans begin chanting "Dragon" to the delight of the two people on the ramp and the dismay of the three in the ring. Another few seconds pass, and finally "Stillborn" by Black Label Society hits, provoking what could simply be described as an eruption from the crowd. Stepping out in his "Metal Dragon: It Satisfies" t-shirt, long black tights, and a Boston Red Sox cap on his head is the Southern Suplexer himself.
"And from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, the Metallic One himself, THIS IS METAL DRAGON!"
"LISTEN TO THIS CROWD, AL!"
"Sounds like a large bleating of sheep to me, Colin. How many times has Dragon abandoned this company just because he felt like taking time off or the competition was supposedly better in a little bungalow in California or something else like that? GHW has been SCREWED by this man!"
MD walks into the aisle with arms raised, soaking in the appreciation of the fans. He begins walking forward, meeting Haven and Dominik halfway down the ramp and putting his arms out, one hand on each of their shoulders. A pep talk is provided to both of them, although incoherent to the crowd and TV cameras amidst the music and thunderous applause.
"This is a man who helped train Wolverina and get her to where she is today. As for Dominik Santiago, you know the impact Metal Dragon has had on him if you've been a fan of wrestling for the last couple of years. Dragon and Dominik have had several classic battles, whether they be in GHW or EVPW, and they've both learned a lot from each other, which has finally evolved into respect."
"Good, they are friends, big deal. You've got two people who LOST at NeXuS tagging with a guy who has shown recently that he's about as reliable as a lottery ticket."
The three fan favorites walk to the ring and spread out slightly once they reach the apron. Dominik Santiago steps up the steel stairs and stands on the apron, then Wolverina grabs the middle rope and jumps onto the edge of the ring. MD opts for a different destination as he removes his hat and shirt, proceeding to slide into the ring and charge at the New Age Champion. The former champ jumps and tackles the Mancunian to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. Several closed fists meet the face of Ryan Hughes, making the crowd go wild once more as the bell rings.
TBC Team Hughes
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Post by ultraviolent on Jun 3, 2010 22:03:28 GMT -5
Ryan falls to the canvas, MD is quick to mount him and begins to pummel him with blows to the face. Ryan does the best to cover himself, but the Metallic One slips a few in through the cracks. From behind, both of the Champs’s teammates, who have yet to leave the ring, join in. Darth comes from behind with a kick to the lower back,, while Alex throws a stunning boot to the side of his head. MD rolls off, holding his head in pain, allowing the cowardly champion to slip under the bottom rope. Darth and Night have MD backed in the corner in a sitting position. They each takes turns stomping on the former champion, until Darth signals for Night to leave. Ryan, from the outside throws a punch of his own in, hitting MD in the same spot Night delivered his kick to. Anxious to begin the bout, Darth reaches down and pulls up Dragon, as Night and Ryan acquaint on the apron.
“That‘s right teamwork baby. They need to give this man a serious betting for all MD‘s has done to negatively effect GHW!”
“Teamwork? Negative? Are you talking out your ass here? What they did could get them disqualified, and I don‘t know why they haven‘t been. Maybe the ref is just as naïve as you!”
The larger Fighty fighty person drags the weary MD to the center of the ring, then throws a sharp bicep into his jaw. The European Uppercut staggers MD, but the well trained athlete is able to keep his ground. MD answers with a leaping punch, resembling that of a Superman punch. Instantly, DTG hit’s the canvas like a sack of potatoes. There is a large pop from the fans, all glad to see MD has stole the ball and took it to his side of the court. However, the ball is soon dropped as Darth swings his feet and clip MD’s legs. Metal Dragon falls on his back adjacent DTG, and instantly, Darth is on top with his leg hooked.
“ONE.”
“KICKOUT!”
“Did he really expect a victory there?”
“Well, an A for effort. ‘Cause in my eyes that was a good move, you never know, MD could have not been expecting it. He has to be a little rusty, don’t you think? ”
Collin doesn’t answer the seemingly rhetorical question, and instead focuses on the competition.
Both competitors climb to a vertical base virtually at the same time. Darth drawls back, creating distance between him and his opponent. MD smirks, then yells “It‘s gonna go down like this?” across at his adversary. Together, the two close the gap and instantly lock up in a traditional Collar-and-elbow hold. The Sith Lord quickly exploits his height and strength advantage, pushing the former New Age Champion back with his great might. In one swift movement, the Metallic One throws himself under DTG’s arms and works his way behind DTF then instinctively locks his hands in front of Darth That Guy’s waist. By now, the once confident expression of Darth is replaced with one that is much more worried. It quickly changes to a look horror as his is lifted off the canvas. Quickly, MD reclines backwards and drops Darth on his head and shoulders. As soon as the German Suplex is delivered, MD releases and rolls away, using the ropes to bring himself to a stand. Looking over his shoulder, he catches some very eager Fighty fighty persons wanting in on the action. So, while Darth is writhing on the canvas in pain and holding his head, MD casually strides to his teams corner and extends his hand. Dominik is quick to do the same and tags himself in. Full of exuberance, the Middle Weight charges at his adversary, who has now reached his feet, then throws a heavy, impact filled elbow right into his head knocking him right back down. The crowd is wild by now, which just adds to Dominik’s energy level. Darth climbs to his feet almost instantly, then runs towards Dom. Santiago is on too much of a roll, and doesn’t let his adversary gain control. He runs towards his forthcoming opponent, extends his arm and knocks down the Sith Lord with a Clothesline. Immediately afterwards, Dominik cups his mouth then yells “WOOO!“ at the top of his lungs causing the buzzed spectators to cheer even more.
“Dominik is making a lethal mistake here. Letting his opponent heal while he plays to the fans. He’s fallen into the trap of the fans, something that always ends up dragging down the champions. Which is why Ryan, Alex AND Darth walked out of NeXuS victorious and Dom didn’t!’
“Ever think it just wasn‘t Dom‘s day?”
“Oh, you think it‘s just a coincidence? I'll ask you that when ever you pull your head from you ass.”
The disgruntled champion slowly climbs to his feet, and by this time Dom is done interacting with the fans and is completely aware of his opponent’s location. Dominik goes and reaches for DTG, but abruptly, the Sith Lord reacts with a stiff right hand to the abdomen. Dom stops in his tracks to hold his injured area. This allows Darth to capitalize, as he throws a boot into the midsection, doubling over the fan-favorite. Darth doesn’t waste any time, and relocates his opponent’s head under his right armpit. With his other arm, Darth swings it down across Dom’s back reassuring himself that he’ll stay there. After rolling his shoulders to prepare himself for lift off, Darth grips the tights of Santiago and hoists him overhead. A quick moment passes and Darth flings the Middleweight forward, leaving him to plummet face-first to the canvas. A slight yelp is heard from Dom subsequent to the impact. The fans throw a wave of boos towards Darth, not at all liking how he took control. Darth, panting, struggles to his feet then staggers to his corner, tagging in Alex Night. The Crybaby blushes, then steps through the ropes and marches towards Dominik. With out delay, Night begins planting boot all over the back of Dom, each one Dom absorbs but not with out it’s toll. After half a dozen, Night takes advantage of his foe’s long hair, and picks him up by his brown locks.
Dom is greeted with a stiff right hand, clouted by the Crybaby himself. Dominik is sent reeling following the slobber knocker of a blow. The shot knocks Dom against the ropes, leaving him to wrap his arm over the top rope. Night grips his rival’s wrist then pulls him off the ropes and sends him flying towards the pair parallel to the ones he was occupying. Night takes a few steps, then as Dom rebounds, the Californian Crybaby hunkers over, facing the canvas. At the right time, when Dom is close enough Night pops into a vertical base, launching his former rival for the Solid Core Title high in the air. At the peal of his forced-leap, the middleweight flips, then comes crashing down on his back with agonizing force. The fans cringe as the sickening sound of his body hitting the canvas echoes. Looking to secure his team the win, the Crybaby pounces on top of his adversary and hooks the leg.
TBC: Team MD
OOC: Will color it up later.
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Jun 5, 2010 16:03:53 GMT -5
"1!"
"2!"
Despite Alex's efforts, Santiago musters enough strength to kick out of the pinfall. The Night Light keeps on the attack however, quickly lifting the Assassin to a vertical base. Lifting his knee, Night drives it forward, maliciously plunging it into Dom's solar plexus, softening him up and coercing him into leaning forward. From there, Night blasts the vulnerable Californian in the forehead; the force of the blow to the head sends Santiago staggering into the ropes. Consequently, Dominik uses the ropes' elasticity to build momentum, rebounding off the cables and firing back on his fellow Californian with a stiff, vile, jaw realigning elbow shot. With the Night Light tentatively disoriented, Santiago charges across the far ropes, aspiring to take back control of the contest and whilst swinging it into his corner's favor. Unbeknown to the Solid Core Champion, is the sly, New Age Champion, Ryan Hughes, who lurks in the wings. As Dominik turns his back, Hughes quickly slugs the Assassin in the back of the head with a full clenched fist. Dominik immediately staggers forward from the cranium crushing blow, and subsequently doubles over. With the opportunity laid before him, Night pounces on his prey, hastily tucking Dom's head in his armpit, and completing it's captivation by locking his arm around it. Swinging inward and simultaneously diving to the ground, Night plants Santiago into the canvas with fierce aggression as the two crash down supinely.
Leaping to his feet, Night contorts his face in a bitter grimace, the product of his surfaced, feral rage, and his sheer adrenaline rush. As Santiago writhes in pain from the malignant Neckbreaker, Ryan Hughes legally inserts himself into the equation, slapping Night across the back. Night turns his vindictive disposition toward the New Age Champion who smugly enters the ring. After directing traffic, and reassuring Alex who the team captain was, Ryan gets Night to comply, as Alex reluctantly exits the ring and joins DTG on the apron. With a disturbing, nefarious grin plastered on his face, The Batman slowly advances on the sprawled Assassin.
Colin Jennings: "Night did the dirty work, but here comes Hughes. And wouldn't you know it, he takes over when his opponent is hurt! What a coward!"
Big Al: "It's called picking your spots Colin. He picked his spot at Nexus, picking up the victory, and now he's about to expose Dominik for who he is. An overrated, lowly Assassin!"
Rising in defiance, Santiago attempts to climb to his feet, his eyes darting from his comrades and then to the cold-blooded, indurate Englishman. Before he can protect himself, Hughes commences his assault, opening his offense with a malicious boot to the skull. As the shot reverberates through Dom's head, he is forced into the corner, cut out from the potential reinforcements in the form of Wolverina and Metal Dragon who are spoiling for a fight. Both slowing down the tempo and battering Santiago in the process, Hughes lifts his leg up and extends it, burying his boot into the throat of the wounded Assassin. As he successfully constricts Dom's throat and keeps him from breathing, the referee wastes no time in bringing Hughes' madness to an end. After a quick four count, Ryan relinquishes his hold, leaving Dominik panting, and gasping like a dying fish, desperately in need of oxygen. Ryan further deprives Santiago of air, as the New Age Champion winds back his hand. Swinging it through the tense atmosphere, Hughes' hand clashes against the Assassin's bare chest, leaving the Californian wincing in complete agony.
As Dominik stumbles out of the corner, Hughes quickly sizes him up before scooping the former New Age Champion onto his shoulders. Avoiding a seemingly inevitable extermination, Santiago evades catastrophe, sliding down Ryan's back and landing in a position of dominance. With the match hanging precariously in the balance, Hughes turns to his foe and swings wildly. Enervating his adversary, Dominik seizes Hughes' arm before strategically pulling it behind his back. Having been immobilized by the Hammerlock, Ryan can only pray for mercy from his potential RWB challenger. The callous Assassin dismisses Hughes' plea, swinging around Ryan's body only to lock Hughes in a front facelock with his free arm. Sweeping Ryan's legs, he compells his nemesis forward, thrusting him into the mat skull first.
"Santiago flourishes his technical prowess. Legsweep DDT transitioned out of the Hammerlock submission hold! Ryan just got busted up folks!"
"Dominik's had flashes of brilliance in this bout, and in his career for that matter, but at the end of the day, he constantly drops the ball."
"Drops the ball? Santiago is a human-highlight reel! He always steals the show!"
"And ends up empty handed. Who's the New Age Champion again? Case closed!"
With the two rivals lying inert following Dom's impressive counter, the referee steps in between the two lifeless, exhausted bodies before starting his ten count. On both sides of the ring, the two sides attempt to will their partners to their feet. Wolvie and Metal Dragon are more animate in their efforts, stamping on the apron and clapping at the crowd, attempting to get the rowdy spectators involved in the epic struggle. The crowd obliges, cheering both fiercely and vociferously. Crawling toward their corners, the two superstars slither to safety and solace, each man slapping the hand of an eager ally. On one side, Wolverina leaps into the squared hell, followed by Darth That Guy who climbs in between the middle and top ropes.
Immediately, Darth attempts to behead his hated foe, vigorously swinging his nearest arm. Ducking the Clothesline, Wolverina charges at the ropes. She quickly leaps onto the second before exploiting the cables flexibility. Turning, she springboards off the ropes like a propelled rocket. Amidst her flight, she lunges at the the dominant King of Deathmatches. Landing straddled across his shoulders, the belligerent broad from Nebraska reclines backward, dragging Darth off his feet and sending him somersaulting forward. As he crashes on his spine, Wolverina quickly springs to her feet, stretching her offense as far as he can. She leans into the ropes, quickly building up momentum before dashing at her supine antagonist. Leaping forward, Wolverina plummets through the air, dropping 150 pounds straight across the sternum of the Sith Lord. The Senton Splash effectively compliments the Hurricanrana, and is efficient in subduing the King of Deathmatches and giving Wolvie the opportunity to secure the victory. And with Darth's shoulders pinned down, the ref drops to the canvas and begins his count.
"1!"
"2!"
Victory for the Nebraskan proves quite elusive, as fate throws her a curve ball in the form of the New Age Champion who dives onto her carcass and drops a mammoth forearm. After breaking up the pinfall, Hughes isn't given an opportunity to recover or capitalize, as Dominik quickly charges across the ring and clubs the Englishman across the back, sending Ryan to the canvas. As the New Age Champion unceremoniously rolls under the bottom rope, Santiago turns to meet the incoming freight train. Alex Night quickly sends Santiago packing, Clotheslining the Assassin over the ropes. The force and momentum of the blow sends both superstars to the outside. Alex Night lands feet first, contrary to EVPW's longest reigning Television Champion who crashes across the lightly padded floor.
With all the combustible elements exploding before him, Metal Dragon quickly gets him some, bouncing off the far ropes and charging straight at the egocentric Cry Baby who taunts the fallen Assassin. Oblivious to the rampaging redneck, Night is the next to be leveled, as MD dives through the ropes. Like a torpedo he shoots out the ring before violently colliding into the Californian. Laid out, the two join Santiago and Hughes on the floor.
"All hell has broken loose, and the fight has spilled to the outside!"
"That ref has to restore order to this thing! That so called professional Metal Dragon had no business attacking Alex Night! He wasn't tagged! He should be disqualified!"
"Dragon rarely goes airborne, but when he does he makes sure it's painful. Nice Suicide Dive that has evened the odds!"
"Evened the odds? Are you forgetting who's in that ring? Wolverinas trapped in there with the savage King of Deathmatches, Darth That Guy. He's gonna use the force to grab Wolvie's perky little ass... and kick it!"
TBC
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Post by Ryan Hughes on Jun 7, 2010 14:38:46 GMT -5
Despite the din outside the ring, Darth is pretty pleased with what he has going on inside of the ring. Before him is Wolverina, the woman who fell to the Sith at NeXuS, the woman who is about to fall once more. Wolfie holds her back from where the 241 pound Ryan Hughes flopped on to her before, but the fire is still present in her eyes. She shoots a stony glance at Darth while she recovers, but this only incenses the King of the Deathmatches in to an early attack. He grunts like a bull, before setting off at a sprint towards his prey, hoping to land a spear on her fragile body. Any hopes he has are dashed though, as the Nebraskan Cutie sidesteps, allowing Darth to continue- all the way in to the ring posts. The man from ‘A Galaxy Far Far Away’ moans as he flops to the canvas on his stomach, clutching his tender shoulder and checking whether any dislocation occurred. Wolfie is quick to capitalise, sitting on top of the champion’s back and clutching the arm in question, before wrenching it upwards. DTG screams out to Hughes and Night, who are still preoccupied with their adversaries on the outside. Some evasive action has to be taken, before the pain becomes too much for the Sith. He writhes and wriggles, but the People’s Princess has the advantage, applying all her weight to the lower part of Darth’s back, rendering him immobile.
On the outer perimeter of the ring, Hughes and Dragon are locked in a brutal fistfight, both men not giving an inch to the other. The NeXuS 2010 Winner manages to duck underneath one of the Tennesseean’s punches, feeling the resulting wind rush through his brown hair. Seizing this opportunity, Hughes cocks his fist right back, landing an uppercut to the exposed chin of MD. The Man of Golden Words staggers back against the barricade, relatively punch drunk, which allows the Batman to get away from his captor, and help his comrade. Turning on his heel, the Mancunian slides in to the ring, taking a chance to line up the target in front of him. Wolfie is oblivious to the sneaky Bipolar Briton behind her, seeing as she is too busy screaming “TAP, YOU CREEPY BASTARD!” at her victim. Hughes steadies himself, before sprinting towards the perky fighter. In the matter of a split second, Haven’s whole world collapses. As well as the side of her skull. Ryan lowers his boot, knowing that the job is done.
“BFK2H! BFK2H! DID YOU SEE THAT COLIN?”
“Yes, I did, and it was downright cowardly. The nerve of the OH MY GOD DRAGONFIRE!”
Colin’s exclamation says it all. As Hughes was running at Haven, Metal Dragon snuck in to the ring, much like Ryan did moments earlier. Almost using Haven as a human sacrifice, he waits for the GHW New Age Champ to execute his kick, before jumping in to action himself. Barely giving the gloating Hughes a chance to turn around, Dragon sprints at him, almost breaking the Mancunian Mauler in half with the velocity of the DragonFire. Unfortunately for MD, the resulting momentum causes both him and Hughes to topple through the ropes, crashing to the ground below in a heap of pain and suffering.
Back in the ring, Darth clutches at his arm, moving it in a slow circular motion to ease back in to use. Once he has done that, he crawls over to the lifeless Cassady, hoping that whatever just happened has given him the victory he needs. Tired out, he collapses on Haven, willing the referee to come and count the pinfall. 1...2...and amazingly, the Cornhusker Cutie gathers the strength to kick out of the attempt. Darth just looks up, almost pleading with the ref to change his decision. He gets to his feet, holding three thick fingers up at the man in the zebra stripes. He simply shakes his head, and tells Darth to get on with the match. The KotDM champion reluctantly turns around in a state of anger, striding over to the fallen Wolverina. Darth bends down to pick up the supine girl, but this gives Wolfie the perfect chance to roll the Sith up. DTG wriggles his legs in a panic as he is rolled up by the Nebraskan, but still he manages to kick out of the surprise hold, much to the dismay of the packed in crowd. Quickly springing to his feet, he boots Wolfie in the ribs, causing her to roll over, hunched up in pain. Continuing the sly assault, he stomps on the Cutie once more, causing her to cough and splutter.
“Now Darth is taking it to the already hurt Wolverina.”
“Brilliant tactics if you ask me. Pick a target, and keep chipping at it until it is immobile.”
Wolfie curls up; trying to protect her whole body, but it doesn’t faze Darth one bit. He continues to plaster her with the sole of his boot until she rolls over to the ropes. Once there, Darth positions her so her face and neck are on the apron, while the rest of her shapely body is in the ring. After this, the Sith grabs hold of both her legs, lifting them up/ He then falls back without a care, causing Wolfie to be guillotined on the bottom ring rope. She clutches her neck, coughing and choking all the while. Before she can take a gasp of vital oxygen though, DTG drags her supine form in to the center of the ring, before covering her. Once again, she kicks out. Few can deny her spirit, not even Darth. Despite this, he pounds the mat in frustration, hoping for some sort of other force to come to him. Nothing happens though, and he simply grabs Wolfie by her flowing brown locks, making her wince as she gets to a vertical base. Staring at his prey, he smiles as sickening smile, before violently headbutting the Nebraskan Native, causing her to stagger towards the turnbuckle.
The Sith raises his fist, and lands squarely on Haven’s nose, causing her eyes to well up with involuntary tears, which drible down her cheeks. DTG cracks his smile, which distorts his face paint somewhat, but he carries on regardless. Thrusting his boot in to Haven’s abdomen, he continues the vicious assault. The Psychotic Spaceman clutches Wolfie’s head as she doubles over, and half-guides, half-drags her to the benter of the ring- a DDT clearly in mind for the KotDM champ. He taunts the fans by raising his fist in the air, which causes the GHW faithful to rain their boos and jeers down to the squared circle. This little sidetrack is all Wolverina needs, as she uses what’s left of her upper body strength to lift Darth up and over her head, so he lands back first due to the surprising suplex. Both fighters lie on the floor, with their energy totally sapped. Darth, clutches at his back, arching his body to try and ease the pain, meanwhile, Wolfie simply lies on her back. After a few seconds, both Haven and Darth crawl ever closer to their corners. Alex Night leans right over the top rope, simply begging for the tag and the chance to shine with the lights on bright. Darth stretches every last muscle in his body to reach the excited fingertips of the Hollywood Hunk, and after one final push, he slaps Alex’s hand. On the other side, Wolverina leaps, slapping the hand of the Assassin, Dominik Santiago.
“The tag has been made! Night and Santiago get to duke it out!”
“As if they didn’t do enough of that outside!”
“Santiago will want to send a message loud and clear to the New Age Champion, and what better time than right now!”
Straight out of the blocks comes Santiago, and he pummels Night with a hard clothesline. The Charming One gets up quickly, only to receive the same treatment for a second time. Alex is up again, although this time he seems a little jelly legged. Dom rocks him with a left hook connecting sweetly on the jaw, sending Night staggering. Dom follows up on his momentum, swinging his right fist, hitting the Hollywood Hunk in the side of the head. Alex falls back on the ropes, only for the Assassin to launch him to the opposite set. Dom waits for Night as he bounces off the ropes, lifting the youngster up before slamming him on the mat with authority. The crowd pops while Night has to suffer the painful after effects of the spinebuster he just received. Keeping on his toes, Dom quickly covers Alex, hoping that the powerful move is enough to put this kid away, give Team Dragon the victory, and further improve his title credentials.
“Dom going for the cover, is this it?”
1...
2...
TBC Team Dragon
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jun 7, 2010 23:01:47 GMT -5
The Crybaby manages to throw his shoulder off of the mat, keeping the match alive for some more time. The Assassin smirks and slithers away on all fours, patiently waiting for Night to get up. Alex Night rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up with their help, then stumbles toward Dom. Santiago jumps and turns around, reaching back in an attempt to grab Alex's head, but his target slips away. Dominik's feet touch the mat once again and he is shoved to the ropes. Santiago rolls with what happens, running into the ropes and leaning back into them, then rebounding off in a full charge at Alex. The World's Whiniest Athlete crouch and sticks his shoulder and hands into Dom's midsection when he is in reach, then lifts him up and flips his fellow resident of California over with a Back Body Drop. Dom thuds onto the mat, but simply sits up and scrambles to his feet, staring a hole into Night as the Crybaby turns around. Dominik cocks his arm back and throws a massive haymaker in the direction of Night, but the Philadelphia Cryer manages a quick kick to the stomach that halts its progress. Alex grabs his adversary's hair and turns him toward the corner from where Darth That Guy and Ryan Hughes observe the match. Night leads Dom over to that corner and lifts the Assassin's head up, then slams it into the top turnbuckle. Santiago's face mashes against the padding, bouncing him off of it straight back into the Bawling Brawler's clutches. Dom's visage is thrust into the turnbuckle once again, but this time he is allowed to stumble back while Alex tags in the King of Deathmatches. Darth steps through the ropes and approaches his weakened prey, grabbing the long hair of the Assassin and then swinging a knee up into his face. The Sith Lord stands tall as Dom's body swings back and slams onto the mat.
Fuzz: "Hard knee to the face from Darth That Guy! Dominik Santiago needs to make a tag soon!"
Al: "Team Hughes is gonna make sure that doesn't happen! You gotta wear out your opponent on your side of the ring like this, so there's no escape!"
Darth picks up Santiago's left ankle and lifts it high, exposing the back side of his whole left leg. One kick strikes the inside of the thigh, then another follows, two quick blows before the Sithiest Fighty fighty person Alive turns around with the leg still in his grasp. The Hardcore Assassin is turned over onto his stomach before DTG sits back, stretching the leg into a Single Crab that induces a rush of pain to the thigh and hip of its victim. Dominik Santiago lets out an agonized growl of pain, to which Wolverina immediately responds by entering through the ropes to assist. The Cornhusker Cutie charges at the King of Deathmatches, then jumps and kicks both feet into Darth's back. DTG lets go and drops onto one knee next to the man he just applied that submission hold to. Ryan Hughes steps into the ring to dispose of Haven Cassady, who rolls away and slips out of the squared circle. Alex Night and Ryan Hughes both begin pursuit, the former dropping from the apron while the latter slides under the bottom rope. Wolverina backtracks, now seeing two heavyweights approaching her. As the People's Princess backs up, her foot clips the ring steps, nearly tripping her up. However, Metal Dragon has patiently waited at the nearest corner while Hughes and Night approached, and he has begun climbing in the corner. The two members of the other team fail to notice MD's presence until it's too late, as the Man of Golden Words jumps and somersaults forward, wiping out both the Batman and the Crybaby as the three men spill to the floor.
"THE DRAGON'S GOT WINGS!"
"What an underhanded tactic by Haven! She lured those two guys back there for MD to take them both out from above!"
"You kidding me? It's their fault for getting on their side of the ring in the first place!"
Back in the ring, the two legal men have both begun getting up, Darth obviously much more energized than the battered Santiago. DTG stands tall while Dom remains incapable of standing up straight. The Sith Lord grabs the long hair of the Assassin and thrusts his own head forward, knocking skull into skull and sending Dominik to the canvas with a headbutt. The Lord of the Flies rolls over and begins crawling to his corner, Wolverina now standing on the apron in wait for him. DTG manages to snag one of Santiago's ankles and pull him in. The Californian begins to kick his free leg back in an effort to break free, but he is too close to do any damage and therefore can do nothing about Darth getting his other arm wrapped around Santiago's free leg. The King of the Deathmatch Champion takes a deep breath, then lifts Dominik up and falls backward, swinging Dom overhead before the Assassin hits the canvas on the back of his head. The Wheelbarrow Suplex proves to be effective as Santiago lies sprawled out, DTG rolling on top of him and hooking a leg to perform a cover. The referee slides into position and begins the count:
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The Assassin bucks his body off of the mat to break the count, putting another spark of life into the crowd, the majority of whom had given up most or all hope of a Team Dragon victory. Darth That Guy grows tired of his foe's tenacity and grabs his hair, pulling the Master of the SKO up to wobbly feet. The Sith Lord turns his opponent around, then slips an arm under Dominik's chin in preparation for Death Star Number 3, a move that would undoubtedly finish the contest. However, Dominik balls up a fist and punches Darth in the ribs, managing to stop the move from coming to fruition. Santiago then wraps his arm around the KOTDM Champion's head and runs forward, then drops into a sitting position to drive DTG's face into the canvas with a Bulldog. The thud provokes fanfare from the spectators, but begins another stalemate as the two legal men simply lie in the ring now, too exhausted to make a move at this moment.
Outside of the ring, Ryan Hughes and Alex Night stand on opposite sides of Metal Dragon, both waiting for him to make a move. MD throws an elbow into the Batman's face, but it is immediately answered by a sucker punch from behind by Night. The Crybaby then grabs the Orchard Stoner's hair and slams his head into the ring apron. Ryan gestures toward his team's vacant corner as he takes MD. Night makes his way back to that side of the ring while the Chief Batmanite leads the Man of Golden Words in the same direction that the Crybaby is walking. Alex Night climbs onto the apron and looks at the two legal Fighty fighty persons in the match, both of whom stir on the mat. The New Age Champion slams Dragon's head into the steel ring post as memories of the most recent match involving the two swirl through his head like a waking nightmare. Those thoughts only enrage Hughes more, and he then catches the staggering MD before delivering a knee to his midsection, turning him around, and throwing him head-first into the guardrail. The Batman dusts his hands off while the crowd jeers, then steps over his fallen opponent and returns to his corner.
"I think Dragon's been taken out of action for a good minute from that assault! Hughes, Night, and Darth are at a huge advantage now!"
"Metal Dragon's head must be throbbing. There hasn't been a headache that prominent since your mother woke up with a hangover to find me in bed with her last night."
"One day you're going to be in a back alley by yourself, only to find out that I'm there too. And I have a knife."
Darth That Guy and Dominik Santiago both have their eyes on their allies, and they manage to get up and approach them. Wolverina and Alex Night are tagged in at nearly the same moment, entering the squared battleground and instantly charging at one another. The much larger Alex Night swings his arm forward to attempt a Clothesline, but it is ducked as Haven now runs into the far ropes and bounces off. The People's Princess rushes at Alex, who has now turned around, and then jumps at the heavyweight. Cassady's legs wrap around Night's head, then the Cornhusker Cruiserweight swings her body around to perform a Headscissor Takedown that pulls the Crybaby forward and makes him land on his back. Haven crawls on top of Alex to perform a cover, but Ryan rushes into the ring and dives onto the Nebraskan beauty with his fists interlocked to break the pin. Weary but determined, Dominik steps back through the ropes to even the odds before they can stack against Wolverina, making a beeline toward Hughes as he stands over the beloved diva. The Briton hurls trash-talk while the referee attempts to get him out of the ring, but that is interrupted when the diving Santiago blindsides the New Age Champion with a Shoulder Tackle, bringing both men down to the mat. The Hardcore Assassin rolls out of the ring before Ryan does the same, and a second later they find themselves brawling next to the commentary table. Metal Dragon makes his way back to his corner, climbing onto the apron in wait for Haven. Wolverina sees the groggy state of Alex Night as she gets up, then she knows exactly what move is required as she approaches MD. The two Heartlanders' hands slap together, and the Tennessean gets into the ring, immediately crouching down. In a daze from the whiplash caused by the move he just received, Alex Night is oblivious to Metal Dragon waiting for him to turn around.
End of Match, I'd assume.
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Post by Wolverina on Jun 8, 2010 2:17:28 GMT -5
If Darth can get his up I'll try to get one up from myself in time. I tried to post the other day, but I think it was "Be A Mean Canadian Day" in Canada, cause Mattles wouldn't let me post it cause Ryan nor Darth had posted yet.  |
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