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Post by Dustin Delta on Jan 11, 2011 19:16:09 GMT -5
The cameras fade in from black, returning from commercial. The world-famous GHW Arena has undergone an obvious change. Now, the ring has four poles jotting up from the turnbuckles, and from them are tight-ropes shaped like an X, connecting the four corners of the ring. In each corner of the squared circle are trash cans, full of various weapons available for the superstars to use. Outside the ring, tables, ladders, and various larger tools of destruction lay, waiting to meet human flesh and tear it open and apart. The camera zooms in slowly on the King of the Deathmatch Championship hanging above Charlie Coors head. It shimmers in the limelight of the universally popular stadium, and every person in the arena sets their eyes on it.
"The following match is an Extreme Elevation match and it is for the GHW King of the Deathmatch Heavyweight Championship! It can only be won by a combatant making his way to the center of the hanging 'X' above me and retrieve the King of the Deathmatch Championship belt. This bout will have no holds barred, no submissions, and no pinfalls. By the orders of the Tuesday Night Triumph General Manager, Smarky Smark, this match will not conclude until a winner is crowned."
The arena lights begin to flash with great quickness, strobe lights absorbing the arena. Over the P/A system, "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes begins to play. The MiniTron fades to black from his original white and red T.N.T. graphics, and a city skyline comes into view. As the horizon catches fire, a fighter jet zooms across the MiniTron, and in big silver text is the name "Dustin Delta." The GHW Faithful erupts with enthusiastic clamor as the entire set-up on the scene lights up. The Floridian Falcon himself steps out through the velvet curtain, stepping into the spotlight. He's followed by the lovely Amanda Brooks, who has an ecstatic smile upon her face. The Everglades Exemplar falls to one knee with a grin, and puts both arms above his head, crossing them like an 'X'. Amanda puts a hand on his shoulder as pyrotechnics come down from the top of the set, raining down like gold from the sky. The One Man Regiment rises to his feet still smiling as he and Amanda begin to walk down the ramp.
"Introducing first, the challenger...He hails from the rooftops and skies of Everglades, Florida...He weighs in tonight at a total of 194 pounds...Being accompanied to the ring by Amanda Brooks, he is "The Everglades Exemplar"...DUSSSSSTINNNNNN DELLLLLTAAAAAA!"
"For months now, Dustin Delta has been trying to get a shot at the King of the Deathmatch Championship, vowing to tear apart the reigning champ and reap the rewards of silver and leather. Now, after months of rising through the ranks, the man from Everglades, Florida has his title match."
"It's not like he doesn't deserve it. He's developed a hit-list of sorts since he debuted over half-a-year ago. He's taken out legends of this ring and former world champions. Dustin has taken out the likes of Ryan Hughes, Metal Dragon, Dominick Santiago. Now, tonight, he's going to take on Hayden HardKore in an attempt to add another impressive victory to his resume of accolades as well as to win the King of the Deathmatch Champion."
Dustin Delta jumps to the right side of the ramp, stopping to high-five all the fans who are lucky enough to be in the front row of the arena for what's sure to be a phenomenal Pay-Per-View quality main event, and on a regular Tuesday Night Triumph! The young and sexy Brooks follows behind him happily. The Deathmatch Majesty runs up the south-west set of steel steps, stopping upon the apron to observe and study all the weapons lying around at ringside. The up-and-coming superstar nods approvingly as he looks up to the crowd. With a smirk that is brimming with confidence and pride, the Human Fighter Jet jumps over the ropes and turns himself in mid-air, pressing his foot down against the bottom rope, holding the ropes open courteously for the young EVO rookie as she enters the squared circle behind the contender.
"Dustin Delta has destroyed so many people along this rising path to success. He's shown no remorse, decimating and eradicating people for months, even his own brother Damien sustained a career-threatening knee injury at the hands of the Aerodynamic Blitz. And I'm positive it will be no different for Hayden HardKore tonight."
"This match will continue until one of these superstars is able to retrieve and unhook the King of the Deathmatch championship from that hanging 'X'. No matter how much this duo of destruction incapacitates each other, the match WILL continue until we have a victor."
Dustin Delta does a small spin as he approaches the corner. He climbs up slowly, but quickens his pace as he jumps up, standing on the tightly-tied ropes, standing high above the floor-level audience and the mat. Smiling, the Floridian Falcon taunts a bit, and then looks down at the array of weaponry at his disposal. With a determined look in his eye, the Everglades Exemplar flips back, landing feet-first on the canvas. Amanda whispers something in his ear quickly and gives him a kiss on the cheek as his music fades from the P/A system and they await for the arrival of Hayden HardKore. |
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Post by Hayden on Jan 12, 2011 5:29:25 GMT -5
An eerie and tense silence fills the air around the arena. Dustin bounces from heel to heel as he waits for the arrival of the Champion. As per his usual tendency, Hayden keeps the up and comer waiting long enough for the nervousness to eat away at him, till Delta practically screams ion frustration. With wild eyes burning a bee-line up to the top of the entrance ramp, a familiar sound finally hits the arena. With the first sound of CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings", the lights fade away, and only a scattering of searchlights remain flickering their way around the arena. Eager to get a glimpse of the GHW Legend, fans practically scramble over themselves to close in on the crowd barricade, resulting in a mini-stampede. While the squabble sorts itself out, the searchlights converge in the center of the entrance ramp, slowly scanning their way up toward the entrance curtain. They stop short enough to illuminate a shadowy figure, but far enough away to keep the figure's identity hidden. The shadowy man is kneeling, arms stretched out to the side. A flash of gold glints in the light, dangling from one shoulder, an unidentified object strung over the other. Hayden lifts his head as the light catches him and looks up directly into the eyes of Dustin Delta, a confident smile on his face. ~~"Fuzz" Jennings~~
The Champion has arrived!
Hayden has been out of action for the past few weeks, recovering from numerous assaults by Pavor Nocturnus and his cronies, but what a away to come back.
~~Big Al~~
Biting off more than he can chew methinks. This is not the kind of match one comes back to test the waters with, this could shorten or end the careers of either one of these men. [/center] Hayden stands to his feet, stepping into the light. With the King of the Deathmatch Championship hanging above the ring, he is down to a solitary belt, which is draped proudly from his shoulder. Replacing the spot where the KotDM Championship usually hangs from is a second, all too familiar object. True to his fashion, Hayden carries his blood-stained, trusty Ball'n'Chain flail to the ring. The object is simple in design, with a single steel ball hanging from a long chain, wrapped around Hayden's hand, but history would prove the object effective in its job, as shown by the smattering of past victim's blood over the once black coloured ball. The Kiwi Legend pats the Ball'n'Chain as he walks to the ring, a smile formed on his face. As he walks toward the ring, where the imposing structure beckons him forward, he flicks the Aviator sunglasses off his head, placing them over the head of an unsuspecting fan at ringside. Hayden continues on his way, still smiling confidently as he walks. Dustin waits, his patience diminishing by the second as the rampant Champion makes his way slowly toward the ring. ~~Charlie Coors~~
Introducing secondly, the current King of the Deathmatch Champion.
Weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Eighty Seven Pounds. He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. The current GHW Undisputed Champion, holding both the New Age and King of the Deathmatch Championships.
The man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore! [/center] With his name sounding, Hayden takes off, picking up speed. He slides through the ropes at full speed, coming up onto one knee in the process to finish in a proposal-like stance mere feet away from his opponent. Without taking his eyes off Delta, he takes the belt off his shoulder, handing it to the referee to give to ringside. Both men lock into a battle of wills, neither taking their eyes off the other. Hayden stands to his feet without blinking, the Ball'n'Chain flail dangling at his side now as the pair stand toe to toe, locked in a staring battle. Helplessly, the referee stands back to watch the scene unfold before him. Around the arena, the eager fans cheer for their respective favourites, sending the place into an uproar as Hayden's music also fades out to nothing, leaving the referee in charge of the proceedings. TBC DD |
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Post by Dustin Delta on Jan 12, 2011 20:14:08 GMT -5
The bell sounds, and the GHW fans in attendance go absolutely crazy, anticipating this bout all night. The pair of adversaries in the ring head toward the center of the ring, prepared for anything. The duo enters a traditional collar-and-elbow tie up. Surprisingly, the Floridian Falcon overpowers the reigning King of the Deathmatch and New Age Champion, extending his left arm all the way out with a standing armbar. Delta swings his left leg up, connecting with a very stiff kick to the upper trunk. Thrown a bit off balance, the Jackass stutters back, resting his body against the eastern set of ropes. Taking advantage of his now-vertiginous opponent, the Human Fighter Jet Irish whips Hayden across the ring, causing him to bounce off the west set of ropes. As the champion makes his run back, Dustin jumps up into the air. With a variation of the mushroom stomp, the One Man Regiment launches himself even higher. He mounts both of his feet upon the tight-ropes above the ring. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to retrieve the championship strap, he flips back with a high-risk, high-angle moonsault! His inverted airborne body collides with HardKore’s unbalanced body, sending them both over the ropes and to ringside. The audience cheers cries in exuberance as this match, not even a full two minutes in, as already had one of the high spots of the night. The cameras watch as Dustin grabs the rungs of the steel columns of the Extreme Elevation structure, using it to gain the upper hand. The Heroic Hazard stands, a bit bewildered himself. Showing no remorse, Dustin grabs the HardKore Icon by the collar and rolls him into the ring head first, being very careful to smash his head into one of the trash cans within the ring as he forces him in. With a dark smile, the Floridian Falcon slides in after him, looking to cause more carnage. Vicious intentions in mind, Delta topples over the steel trash can, allowing the armaments from inside to spread out on the canvas. The challenger kicks most of the weapons aside and out of the ring, only leaving a light tube. A grin inches its way onto the face of the Innovative Incarnate.
“Look out here, Al! Dustin Delta has picked up a reputation in recent months for the types of complete destruction he’s been able to put people through with light tubes! He caused several injuries with light tubes, putting people like Damien Delta and Reeves in hospital beds!”
”I’m well aware. He’s even attacked Ryan Hughes backstage for no obvious reason! Ryan was just trying to give him some advice, but Dustin didn’t want any of it! He smashed a light tube over the Mancunian Mastodon’s head! What is he gonna do with it in an actual match environment?”
Dustin turns back with a quickened pace. To his discomfort, Hayden is back up on his feet, and looking pretty pissed off. Delta swallows nervously, and out of the blue, runs at HardKore. Hayden swings for a clothesline, but the Floridian Falcon ducks under, and rebounds off the south ropes. The New Age Champion attempts to show why he is the Undisputed Champion of GHW, picking Dustin up for a scoop slam. With a look of shock on his face, Dustin braces himself. The audience lets out a very loud and clamorous “OH SHIT!” as they see the dust and shards of glass go flying, the light tube completely crushed under the weight of Dustin Delta. The champion rises up to his feet, proud and smiling. The One Man Regiment rolls himself over, grabbing the bottom rope as he pulls himself to a sitting up position. Taking deep, long breaths, Dustin tries to relax. Blood hits the mat as he begins to bring himself up. He manages to get himself to a doubled over stance before HardKore runs up and dropkicks him in the side of the head. The force of which is so great that the minuscule superstar is sent through the ropes and down to ringside. Half of those in attendance shout enthusiastically, the crowd split between Jackass fans and Blitz fans. The reigning and defending champion heads to the south-west corner of the ring, stepping up the corner pads. Once on the third, he begins a slow climb up the metal column supporting the ropes above the squared circle.
”Hayden trying to gain a victory here! He has sent Dustin out to the floor here at ringside! If he makes the sacrifice to grasp that barb wire, he may be able to make it to the Deathmatch championship and return to his locker room as the reigning champion!”
”Will Hayden be able to make it all the way over before Delta can return to his feet? We’re only a couple minutes in, I doubt Dustin will be down for too long…”
Hayden reaches the top of the column, and at this point is fifteen feet above the ring. The New Age Champion looks over at the barb-wire laced ropes. He takes a deep breath, and hesitantly, he reaches out and grabs the ropes. Once he has a good grip with his right hand, he brings his left hand over, and releases his legs from their position wrapped around the column. Now hanging, Hayden brings his right hand forward, making his way slowly but steady. The half of the crowd that are supporting the challenger pop huge as Dustin Delta jumps up to the apron. HardKore turns his head to see what’s going on, and as soon as he catches sight of the Everglades Exemplar, he releases his grip and lands on his feet in the ring. The defending champion yells “BRING IT!”, provoking the young high-flyer. Dustin grins and bends his knees down. Pulling on the ropes, he propels himself right over, and is sent at Hayden faster than a fighter jet. In an attempt to counter the slingshot attack, HardKore jumps up and tries to grab the Floridian Falcon in a DDT. But the contender evades the headlock and is able to knock the breath out of the champion’s lungs by taking him down with an aeronautical Spear! The sound of the Jackass and Dustin both hitting the canvas acrimoniously echoes within the GHW Arena, and the din is just undoubtedly disturbing.
”OH MY GOD! Colin, did you hear that? It sounded like a hollow tree meeting the front of a Hummer goin’ 95!”
”I suppose that’s one way to describe it, Al. The sound that those men just made was absolutely frightening! If I was facing away right now, I would’ve thought it was a chairshot!”
Apparently, the sound of the impact was far worse than the actual effect, as Hayden is back on his feet rather quickly. One must question though, whether it was his strength or his body bouncing off the floor like rebounding off the ropes that got him off his feet. Regardless, the Wellington War Machine quickly scans through one of the last two trash cans still standing in the ring corners. He pulls out a baseball bat, smiling contently as he admires the wooden weaponry in the palm of his hands. The New Zealand native turns his attention to Delta, whose recoil must have been worse than the damage he dealt, as he is now leaning against the eastern ring ropes. He takes a deep breath and turns around towards the ring with a sprint, obviously knowing that Hayden was on his feet. Unfortunately for the challenger, HardKore uses the baseball bat to bunt him in the torso, taking him down with the weapon as if it were a common clothesline. Hayden tosses the weapon down to ringside and pulls the Human Fighter Jet up to a vertical base. The Undisputed Champion takes a step back in preparation, and almost as soon as he does, dashes forward in an attempt to hit a running knee lift. Surprisingly, the One Man Regiment bridges back, the leg of Hayden swinging just over him. Dustin returns to a normal stance, HardKore turning around to face him now. Delta takes several quick steps, swinging himself around Hayden with a sleeper hold headlock, and slamming him down with authority in a beautifully executed Sleeper Slam. The Innovative Incarnate smiles proudly and steps out to the apron. He walks over to the corner and grabs onto the steel column, beginning his rushed ascent to the top. |
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Post by Hayden on Jan 15, 2011 5:47:06 GMT -5
Dustin scrambles as fast as he can, clawing his way up the turnbuckle and onto the imposing structure that holds the title high into the air. He does not get far. Merely two hand holds into his ascent, a weight tugs at his ankle, pulling him down. Without looking, Dustin knows exactly what the source of the resistance is. He kicks out at thin air, hoping to catch the Jackass in the head, but misses. As a result, Dustin's balance is thrown of somewhat. Hayden simply smiles to himself as he yanks the foot one more time, stronger this time and pulls his young opponent to the ground. Delta is quick to scramble away from Hayden, given the Kiwi's sudden shift of momentum. The Everglades Exemplar backs across the ring, till he almost trips over a forgotten steel bin. He keeps his eyes trained on the Jackass while reaching behind him and feeling for a solid object to give him an advantage. When he does come charging at Hayden, it is with a Kendo stick in hand. Hayden slinks to one side to dodge Delta's running attack, before booting the challenger in the rear to send him sprawling to the mat. The kick, doing more insult thank injury, only serves to heighten Delta's temper. Soon, the Blitz sweeps in for a second strike. This time, Hayden does not dodge the strike, meeting it head on instead. As the Kendo stick slams into the side of his head, Hayden unloads his wound up left fist. The Haymaker catches Delta square in the face with enough force to spin Dustin's head around backward on his shoulders. Instead, Delta simply drops the Kendo stick where he stands, takes two steps forward and collapses to the mat. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Power of the South-Paw! My god, Hayden just pulled that out of nowhere.
~~Big Al~~
He might have knocked Dustin Delta into next week... But it comes at a cost Fuzz.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Indeed it does, Hayden took a pretty hefty shot with that Kendo stick as he was delivering the Haymaker. [/center] A second time, Hayden looks up at the belt, and the x-shaped string of barbed wire that holds it in place. He shakes his head, knowing that the match is far from over. Like a true veteran, he turns his attention back to Delta. The young challenger is beginning to stir, much like a hangover sufferer beginning to wake from a binge induced slumber. Before Delta can even begin to remember where or who he is, Hayden had hoisted him to his feet. The Jackass hurls him in an Irish Whip toward the turnbuckle, a fate which Delta unknowingly careers into. With Delta right where he wants him, Hayden's eyes narrow into a look not seen in a long time. The look suggests of evil and twisted intent, but with a hint of playfulness. Theatrically, bantering to his fans, Hayden removes his belt, complete with "Jackass" skull and crutch-bones belt buckle. The New Zealand Legend wraps the belt around Delta's wrist, then around the ring rope. When the Kiwi tightens the notch, Delta is trapped. As his opponent begins to come to, he starts thrashing about, livid at the predicament he is in. In turn, Hayden proceeds to fish through the trashcan for a worthy weapon to continue his tirade. He buries himself deep within the confines of the steel can, pulling out a few objects and discarding them after a short examination. With each one, Delta's eyes grow larger in worry. Finally, Hayden gets fed up with the whole situation and decides instead to simply up-turn the rubbish bin and scatter its contents all over the ring. He takes the upturned bin and places it in front of where Dustin Delta stands, trapped in his prison. Hayden then takes a seat. ~~Big Al~~
Now what in the hell is he doing? Hayden is not beating on the guy, is he going to have a little heart to heart instead?
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Clearly, Hayden has Delta where he wants him. Dustin cannot go anywhere, why not just go for the belt? This is madness.
~~Big Al~~
Madness? Yes, quite possibly... This is Hayden's world now. [/center] Hayden sits on the upturned trashcan, both opponents eyeballing each other. However, instead of maintaining the staring contest with his trapped opponent, Hayden unzips a pocket in the leg of his pants. He takes out a small steel object, slipping it over his hand so that it sits just right and flexes his hand muscles threateningly. Hayden then gets right up into Dustin's face, whispering words into his ear that would forever remain unheard by anybody but the two men. The look on his face hints at the message behind the word, however, his eyes threatening to leap out of their sockets and start tearing Delta apart by themselves. Hayden utters a few more words at the challenger before slapping him across the cheek with the back of his hand, complete with steel knuckle dusters. Delta's head turns to the side, his eyes shut tightly in pain. Again, Hayden unloads with a strike, this time closed fisted, and catches Delta in the head. Dustin weathers a barrage of five or six punishing blows to the side of his head, enough to open up a large gash above his right eye, that begins to bleed down his face in a long trickle of blood. Dustin looks as if he about to lapse into unconsciousness, spurring Hayden to remove the knuckle dusters, which he casts aside. The Kiwi Legend flashes another quick glance above him, while his section of the capacity crowd egg him on. The New Zealander scrambles up the turnbuckle, climbing the towering structure, till he is high enough to grab onto the barbed wire. The Kiwi takes a deep breath before reaching for the wire. He grabs it with both hands, letting out a yell of pain as the barbs tear the flesh on his palms. ~~Big Al~~
Hayden HardKore could do this, a few brutal left hooks with knuckle dusters, a Power of the SouthPaw, and the Jackass proves why he is simply the KING of the Deathmatch.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
As much as I respect Hayden, don't count those chickens just yet Al. I can see a little spark of life left in Dustin Delta yet! The yell is enough to awaken the unconscious Delta, who instantly turns his head to the source of the noise. Knowing he needs to act fast, Delta fiddles with the catch on the belt, till he manages to release himself from his prison. By the time he steps shakily out from the turnbuckle, Hayden is half way across the ring, dangling from his hands, the blood from his barb wire torn hands now dripping down his arms and off his elbows, leaving a trail of blood splotches on the canvas to cover his journey, much like breadcrumbs to Hansel and Gretel. Delta acts without though, his instincts kicking in as he uses the ring ropes to springboard himself high into the air at the dangling figure of Hayden HardKore. The youngster Delta reaches Hayden in mid-air, wrapping him up in a Spear-Tackle-like attack and dropping him some ten feet to the canvas below, where Delta proceeds to drive Hayden back first almost through the floor of the ring. Both men lie side to side, each on bleeding out of the different various wounds on their bodies. Delta's head bleeds like a stuck pig, while Hayden hands and forearms are cut to ribbons from the barbed wire, a large gash opening up on his right forearm from a barb catching on his descent from the heavens. With the brutal match type taking its toll on both bodies, the men are slow to their feet. But when they do manage to find a vertical base, it is Delta who beats the Jackass. With Hayden having upturned the trashcan earlier, the weapons are a dime-a-dozen, and it is little effort for Dustin to pick up two matching light tubes. It is even easier for Delta to capture Hayden's attention by smashing the ends of the light tubes together to cut them to jagged-edged half tubes, showering the Kiwi with glass in the process. Dustin begins circling Hayden, looking to add substantially to the gash on his forearm. Needless to say, Hayden takes notice. The New Zealand native doesn't so much as blink, fearing to take his hands off the evilly intended Dustin Delta for fear of his own career and possibly his own life. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Jesus. This just got real. Screw the match, Delta could do some serious, serious damage with those light tubes. And what's more, Hayden knows that.
~~Big Al~~
This is not Hayden's first walk in the park. He's been cut up by light tubes before, so he knows how much it is agonizing. With two light tubes and a look that crazy in his eye, Delta could really put a damper on the Jackasses day! [/center] TBC DD |
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Post by Dustin Delta on Jan 16, 2011 20:05:04 GMT -5
The Kiwi breathes heavily, the glass of the shattered tubes grazing his forearm. Dustin smiles darkly, disastrous thoughts running rampant in his mind. Using his agility to his advantage, the young challenger does a spin, pressing the heel of his boot into the gut of the champion, doubling him over. Delta places one of the half-tubes in his hands on the mat, pushing it a bit out of the way. The Deathmatch Majesty quickly unscrews the circular metal end of the tube, and at the same time keeps an eye on the Wellington War Machine. Completing the task at hand, the Blitz smiles and chucks the end out of the ring, carefully grasping the remaining component; a shattered glass tube. Hayden stands now, shaking off a small sensation of dizziness. The defending champ glares at Delta, and speeds ahead toward the 194 pounder. Double D turns around and his eyes widen gravely, dropping the glass tube. The Jackass hops up and twists his tiny body clockwise, aiming his right elbow with great precision, in an effort to smash it into Dustin's face. Fortunately for the minuscule superstar, his natural instincts take over and react quickly, tossing the New Zealand native overhead with a high angle Japanese Arm Drag, planting him to the mat with authority. The One Man Regiment scan the ring to find the broken half-tube he had dropped. It glistens in the lights of the GHW Arena, sitting in the center of the squared circle, practically begging to rip away mercilessly at human flesh. The Blitz stands over the prone, motionless champion, thoughts processing rapidly in his head. Finally, he livens up again, squatting down and pulling on the hair of the Undisputed Champion, bringing the fellow high-flyer to his feet. Although everyone in attendance knows that the EVO2 Pro just wants to knock Hayden back down again.
"Y'know, ten minutes ago, I would've said that Hayden had this match in the bag, but it ain't lookin' good for the champ right now."
"You gotta respect the resolve of Dustin Delta here. He's been busted open and is bleeding pretty badly, but Delta is giving the 110% we would expect after months of waiting for this chance."
"As much as I hate to say it, you're right. I gotta give credit where credit is due. This young man is taking the Undisputed Champion to and past the limit."
The up-and-coming combatant finally brings HardKore all the way up, although the champion is still in a daze. The Floridian Falcon Irish whips the Jackass, sending him to the southeast corner of the ring. Delta retrieves the destroyed light tube before following Hayden, obviously wanting to keep it close to him. The former Television Champion places the tube upon the ring apron, then turns back and gives his opponent his undivided attention. Delta grips the top rope with his right hand and swings up his left leg, smacking the Kiwi in the torso. With a villainous smirk, he repeats the swift kick several times, sending painful vibrations through the champion's abdomen every time. The rising star completes the combination with a knee to the thigh. Hayden is thrown off the little balance he has left, and drops to his knees. The Everglades Exemplar quickly snatches the shattered tube, eyes widened. He delivers a powerful kick to the chest of the defending Deathmatch champion, and as Hayden opens his mouth to release a pain-induced moan, Double D slides the tube into the mouth of his foe as if he were a canine gnawing on a bone. The challenger steps away listlessly, only to come back speedily with a Superhero Slayer! Dustin's heel presses into Hayden's jaw as the devastating superkick connects, and this forces the Wellington aborigine's mouth closed, biting down on the glass tube. A collective "OH SHIT!" come from the GHW Faithful as shrapnel from the cylindrical glass flies everywhere, including into the mouth of Hayden HardKore. Blood slowly seeps over the bottom lip of the reigning champion as he falls onto his back, possibly unconscious.
"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! Did you see that? That light tube completely shattered in the mouth of Hayden! I may sound like Joey Styles, but OH MY GOD!"
"That may be it! Hayden HardKore may be out of it here, folks! Dustin Delta may be leaving here tonight as your NEW King of the Deathmatch Champion!"
The Human Fighter Jet smiles, proud of himself. He limbs back to the southeast turnbuckles, and begins his steady ascent. Dustin leisurely steps up the turnbuckles, taking his time almost mockingly. The half of the crowd supporting him cheers wildly, whilst the Jackasses in the arena keep up a resonant disapproval. Delta navigates up the rungs of the steel column, now high above the floor, the audience, and Hayden. He climbs up to the top of the structure and looks down with a smile which did all of the boasting for him. Glancing over at the TitanTron, that smile fades away and is replaced by an expression of disbelief. The camera feed on the Tron shows the ring below, where a bloody pulp of a man known as Hayden HardKore is using the ropes to pull himself up, desperately attempting to reach a vertical base. The Innovative Incarnate grips the barbed wire laced rope, now hanging above the canvas, rushing towards the shining title belt dangling in the spotlight. Barb wire thorns dig into the palms of Dustin's hands, and the torment is apparent by the look on the young man's face. The fans erupt in cheers as the New Zealander below regains his balance. Breathing deep and soaked in his own fresh blood, the champion snags the baseball bat which he had utilized earlier in the ongoing battle, before stepping out to the south side of the ring's apron. Hayden takes several steps to his left, approaching the base of the steel column which suspends the ropes and championship. After sticking the bat in between the metal rungs, he uses it as a stool, climbing up after his enemy. HardKore reaches his hand up, gripping the rope tightly. Wire thorns cut into his flesh, but he doesn't let it hurt. He simply pulls down on the rope, shaking it and, more importantly, messing up Dustin Delta's balance. The Hunter from Down Under does this again, and to his delight, Double D isn't able to sustain his grip. The Human Fighter Jet goes down in flames, crashing into the canvas below.
Focused and stolid, the four time King of the Deathmatch hops down to the apron, sliding the bat out of the steel column. Eyes bloodshot and face bloody, he gives a rage-fueled glare to the resilient superstar who lays motionless in front of him. Hayden steps through the ropes, his eyes not moving from his target. In slow, methodical steps, he circles the fallen acrobat, awaiting the opportune time to strike. Dustin plants his hands firmly on the mat, trying to push himself up from his supine position. Hayden staggers back, standing behind the One Man Regiment with widened open eyes. Delta slowly rises, trying to sit himself up, but HardKore stands ready, his foot bouncing anxiously as he prepares to physically punish Double D as he never has been before.
"Look at that demented look in Hayden's eyes! It's like he's locked on to Dustin Delta and is prepared to blast him relentlessly!"
"I've seen that look before, Colin. It's animosity, it’s frustration, it's desperation, all at the same time."
Dustin, dazed and unsteady, rises up to a sitting position. Hayden dashes several steps forward and connects with a mind-boggling enziguri from behind. The Undisputed Champion rolls with the bat still in hand, and stops himself knelt on one knee. He stands over the drunken Human Fighter Jet and mercilessly swings for the fences, the bat nailing Dustin hard in the abdomen; the impact of which was so great that the young challenger coughed up blood, leaving the edge of the wooden bat a deep red. The Kiwi dons a twisted smile at the sight of the sickly superstar. He completes his relentless attack by jabbing the bloody baseball bat into the gut of Delta, who coughs up blood again as a result, and Hayden goes to ascend to the ropes to end this war. The Jackass mounts his foot on the second turnbuckle and grips two of the lowest rungs, pulling himself up on top of the third rope, doing his best to balance. The champion reaches up as high as he can and attempts to climb, but before he could even start to bestride upwards, Amanda Brooks begins shaking the ropes, Hayden now unstable. The capricious champion isn't able to maintain his steadiness, and falls down to the canvas below. Both superstars are bloody messes, their bodies painted a fine scarlet hue. Dustin Delta lays on his side, rolled over against the bottom ropes. He reaches an arm up, loosely grasping the second rope. The Floridian Falcon musters up all the strength he can and pulls himself up to an erect stance, dizzily standing on his feet. Hayden rises up to one knee rather quickly, blood pouring onto the mat from his mouth, dripping out ever so slowly.
Dustin Delta takes several steps over and grabs the wrist of this seemingly invincible enemy. He Irish-whips him across the ring, HardKore bouncing off the southern set of ropes. Off the rebound, the man formerly known as Santo Masceras hits a dropsault, which takes himself down, but sends the One Man Regiment staggering back into the northern-most set of ropes. Hayden quickly kips up, and runs at Delta to spear him out of the ring. With lightning-fast reflexes, the Innovative Incarnate locks in a vertical standing Anaconda Vise, and lifts Hayden and himself over the top rope, soaring above the world like a shooting star. They roll back in mid-air, and both of their bodies are sent crashing through a table that lies waiting at ringside. The GHW Faithful has a huge reaction, going absolutely insane as they see what may just be the spot of the night.
"VALKYRIE'S ACOUSTIC CHORD! DUSTIN DELTA CONNECTS WITH VALKYRIE'S ACOUSTIC CHORD THROUGH A TABLE! THAT'S IT! THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY THESE MEN CAN CONTINUE!"
"They have to, Colin! It is the orders of our General Manager Smarky Smark that this match will end with a victor! No EMTs, no medical help, not until we have a certain King of the Deathmatch Champion. He will not accept this match to be a no-contest!"
"There is one thing I know for sure! The GHW fans who are here tonight are getting much more than their money's worth! There is no arguing that this is the match of the night!"
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Post by Hayden on Jan 16, 2011 23:37:01 GMT -5
It takes a long, long time for any sign of life to show from the messy rubble of wood and bodies that once was a table. The restless fans around the arena liven the mood with a hearty round of a 'That was awesome..."[/i] chant while all eyes around the show peer at the wreckage for any movement. The only movement to be seen around the place is that of Amanda Brooks, brought out to ringside for the brutal match by Delta. By now, Brooks is busy pulling away chunks of wood and bent metal framing that once was a table in search of Dustin. Once enough crap had been cleared out of the way, she grabs a wrist and an ankle. With all that is within her, she pulls, dragging a lifeless looking Dustin Delta away from the carnage and leaving Hayden HardKore to his fate. The replays show over and over from different angles on the Titan Tron. The show Double D's high-risk, body on the line style that Hayden himself would be proud of, while Delta himself is busy being nursed back to consciousness by Amanda Brooks. By the time Delta is standing on his feet under his own strength, Hayden would have had time to climb the "X" Structure, retrieve the title and shake hands with most people in the arena. Instead, the Jackass lies motionless, battered, broken, bruised and bleeding amids a mess of splintering wood shards and piercing metal framing. Ever so slowly, but with a confident smile that goes with completely destroying one's opponent, Dustin Delta begins the body draining ascent to the King of the Deathmatch Championship. Only the gold beckoning him drives him, his reserves, energy and strength all diminished, but it is enough. Delta climbs to the top of the ring extension. The youngster places one hand over the other on the razor sharp barbed wire, feeling the barbs cut into the soft flesh of his palms and fingers. With determination and desperation, he steadies himself to make his way to the title, taking time only to look down at his decimated opponent. What he sees nearly takes his breath away. Delta blinks five or six times in rapid succession, just to ensure his tired brain is not playing tricks on him. Hayden HardKore is standing, a gash down his cheek that is spilling blood, his forearms cut to ribbons from the light tubes and a monstrous slice taken out of his back where he had met the steel framing. Weary, as though he looks, the Jackass is on his own two feet. He wipes the sweat and blood mixture from his brow, picks out to rather large splinters of wood that had dug their way into his shoulder and looks up at his challenger. His eyes are screaming in pain, but it is a pain that shows a new found respect for the man. His second glance is to the KotDM title, hanging still in the center of the ring. ~~Big Al~~
I don't believe it... I simply don't believe it. How in the hell is Hayden even standing right now?
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Clearly Delta doesn't believe it either. I think his jaw nearly touched the ground, and that is impressive when he is standing atop that structure.
~~Big Al~~
Hayden HardKore was on death's doorstep, put through a table thanks to Valkyrie's Acoustic Chord. But somehow, somehow... The man liveth. [/center] Amanda tries to stop Hayden, but the Kiwi Native barely notices her as he brushes her aside on his way to the ring. Delta is glued to the spot, flabbergasted, but as soon as Hayden rolls inside the ropes, he comes to life once more. Knowing that Hayden has him covered, and that trying to reach the title would be a bad decision, Double D does the next best thing. He turns around so that he is facing into the ring. As he does so, he sees Hayden hoisting a familiar object up off the mat. Delta grits his teeth, knowing what needs to be done. Even before he had jumped, Hayden begins swinging the Ball'n'Chain flail around his head. Only when he is in mid air does the youngster Delta realize just what a bad idea it was. Taking a page out of HardKore's own book, Delta tosses aside the chances of winning the title for more punishment. He leaps off the turnbuckle, aiming a Cross Body at the Kiwi from the top of the "X" Structure. In one swift motion, Hayden swings the Ball'n'Chain around above his head and flings it through the air like a Hammer Throw. The steel ball catches Delta right in the chest, stopping his forward momentum dead in its tracks. Both Delta and the flail crash to the ground together in a heap, right at the feet of the Jackass. Hayden puts one foot up on the lifeless carcass of his opponent, before striking a muscle pose for the cameras that flash about the arena, adding insult to injury. Delta stirs, ever so slightly and groans in pain. It is enough to let Hayden know that fun time is over. He retrieves his Ball'n'Chain from the tangled mess of limbs that is Dustin's body. The jackass takes the length of the chain, wrapping it around Delta's neck. He tightens the hold until he heard the tell-tale gasping and spluttering sound emanating from DD's throat to suggest that his air supply is being cut off. With eyes flickering with fire, Hayden drags his gasping opponent to the turnbuckle. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Hayden HardKore's flail claims another victim Al. He threw it like a hammer and it damn near put a hole in Delta's chest. He's not the King of the Deathmatch for nothing.
~~Big Al~~
And he's not quite done with it yet, is he?
Its getting hard to tell whose blood is whose. And with these two trying to out-do each other with bigger and bigger moves, somebody's career is going to end before this night is out.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Hayden has the Choker Chain applied. Good lord almighty, what is he doing? A sleeper hold is one thing, but he's going to hang the poor guy from up there! Hayden climbs the first and second turnbuckles pulling Delta to his feet in the process via the chain around his neck. In vain, Dustin claws at the choker, trying to release some of the pressure, but only manages to tighten its vice in the process. When he climbs to the top turnbuckle, Hayden holds onto the ring extension for support, struggling to lift the extra weight up to the sky. Delta's spluttering and choking sounds grow louder as his feet leave the ground, dangling out from the turnbuckle. The Jackass then proceeds to wedge the steel ball of the flail inside the "X" post, leaving Delta to hang with his feet a few feet off the ground. Hayden moves quickly to retrieve his next weapon of choice, hopping off the turnbuckle and into the ring. He makes a beeline for a discarded baseball bat, in among the objects scattered all over the ring earlier. He picks up the Louisville Slugger and stands in a left handed stance. With one hand, he mockingly covers his eyes, swinging with the other blindly as to mimic Dustin as a pinata. He catches the youngster with the bat, spinning him around with a gargle of pain. A second strike, two handed this time, hits Delta a lot harder and the Blitz lets out a low guttural sound of agony as a result. For good measure, Hayden swings a third time. The third strike, however is kicked away by a desperate Delta. As the bat goes sailing out of Hayden's hands, Dustin finds a footing on the second turnbuckle. Within a few seconds, he had slipped out of the confines of the Choker Chain and gasps a giant breath of precious air. The marks left from the chain around his neck serve along with the tearing agony that flows in waves through his body as a reminder of the power of Hayden's flail. Nevertheless, Delta stands defiantly. ~~Big Al~~
Delta has freed himself. There's some fight left in the kid yet!
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
And I can see him lining up the Jackass again. Hayden got greed, went for the third strike of his mocking pinata. Now the only thing left to see is how badly is it going to cost him? [/center] Delta jumps off the turnbuckle, leaping over Hayden's body, but grabbing the head on his way down. As he falls, Delta drives Hayden into the ground with a second-rope Neckbreaker. Once more, the arena rises as the momentum shifts again. Hayden lies in the center of the ring, surrounded by a mess of broken weapons, glass shards. Delta stands to his feet, grabbing a hold of the empty trashcan and walking back over to Hayden. The Jackass lies motionless, the effects of a hard fought match taking its toll on him. Delta approaches, banging the trashcan for good measure as to draw attention to his intentions. He approaches Hayden's feet and raises the trashcan above his head. It is then that Hayden kicks out, catching Double D in the abdomen with both feet. Delta reels backward, lowering the trashcan and giving Hayden another target for a second kick. The second kick crushes the trashcan into Delta's guts, sending him to the mat. Hayden takes the opportunity to exit the ring, scanning its underside for the next part of his plan. The trashcan kick had not kept Delta down for long however, and the youngster decides to make a break for it. Climbing as fast as his body will carry him, Delta heads over to the turnbuckle and once more begins to make his ascent. Hayden pulls his head out from under the ring, sensing that something is wrong. Acting fast, the Jackass pulls out a full sized ladder. He turns the ladder horizontally, bracing it between the crowd barricade and the ring. With that, he leaps up onto the ring apron and begins climbing the other side of the same ring extension as Delta. The youngster is slightly further up the structure than Hayden, but the Jackass plants a solid punch to the guts through the scaffolding that slows his opponent down. Both men climb right to the very top of the tower, exchanging blows as they reach the tip. All around the arena, everybody knows that the only way to go from where they are is down. ~~Big Al~~
Oh my, these men have gone to hell and back tonight Fuzz. I have a feeling another trip is about ready to take off.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Hayden has no fear, no sense of self preservation. How he is still going is beyond me, and now he wants to throw Delta off the top of there. Presumably int the ladder he has so precariously positioned for the occasion?
~~Big Al~~
the guy is plain crazy. I'm sure they're going to be fitting him for his straight-jacket sometime soon. Just as soon as he regains consciousness after this all goes down. [/center] A soft hush falls over the arena as the inevitable finally comes. In one last ditch effort, Hayden climbs up onto the very top of the structure, kicking Delta in the chin as he goes. It is enough to daze the youngster, but not to throw him off, so Hayden sets about lifting him higher. When both men are perched precariously atop the ring extension, Hayden closes his eyes. He doesn't bear to look at his target as he Suplexes Delta. With a flick of his hips, both men soar through the air toward the waiting ladder. From the very top of the "X" Structure, both men crash through the steel ladder, snapping it in half. The crowd fall silent as the carnage erupts before them, an eerie feeling filling the arena. As the dust settles, not a remark is heard around the arena. The King of the Deathmatch Championship still hangs above the men, looking down on the wreckage that is strewn through the arena. Silently, and with an air of worry, the crowd wait for some sign of life, a flicker of a finger, a twitch of a foot, a groan, anything that suggests the men are still breathing. As the replays begin pouring over the Titan Tron, the crowd begin to chant once more, breaking the tension in the best way they know how. "Holy shit... Holy shit"[/i] ~~Fuzz Jennings~~
I.. I don't quite know what to say right now.
~~Big Al~~
We all knew it was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch. For sure, whoever gets up from this is going to be the winner. Surely, for the sake of my damn heart, the had better be.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
I don't think I can stomach much more of this either Al. TBC |
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Post by newgm on Jan 17, 2011 5:10:31 GMT -5
Extension granted. Just edit your post in.
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