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Post by Millson and Simpson on Aug 3, 2011 3:39:54 GMT -5
This match is your main event of the evening and it is for the New Age championship.
The crowd go quiet as they hear this unknown song, and as soon as the theme finishes...
Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussetts, weighing in at 225 lbs, Dow Jones.
The crowd go wild as their Hometown Hero, Dow Jones makes his way onto the stage and raises his hands, the cue for money to stream down from the rafters and onto the crowd below. Jones stares down at the ring and walks down the ramp, focused on nothing but the impending New Age title match and the culmination of all his life work. DJ slides into the squared circle and runs up the nearest turnbuckle, before raising his hands to another pop and jumping back to the canvas, staring at the titantron with nothing on his mind but concentrating on the match in hand.
What an entrance from Dow Jones, who stands here prepared for the biggest match of his career.
He's won a lot on the indy circuit, but this is a different sea than the one he's used too.
TBC- Hayden
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Post by Hayden on Aug 5, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
With his opponent primed and ready to roll, Hayden allows the crowd to warm up prior to the all important Championship match. Eager fans scream in approval as a familiar sound rumbles into the arena. CKY’s “96 Quite Bitter Beings” begins to blare out of the arena speakers, triumphantly announcing the arrival of the New Age and Charging Glory Champion. The song plays through well into the verse before any sign of life is seen at the top of the entranceway. ”Introducing Secondly… He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at One hundred and Ninety Two Pounds…
The man known as the Jackass… The GHW Dual Champion, holding both the New Age and the Charging Glory Championships. Hayden Hard - Kore!” [/center] The fans in attendance roar their welcome to the Double Champion, a sentiment echoed with the arrival of the man himself. When Hayden does appear, he does so as a silhouette, against the backdrop of Friday Night Combat. Dow Jones stares down the ramp at the Jackass, the King of the Mountain stepping triumphantly toward him. the Dual Championships hanging from his shoulders glint in the light as the Kiwi Battler makes his way toward him. The Jackass continues to walk up the ramp, greeting fans as he goes. His face is covered by aviator sunglasses, which he takes off and places atop the head of an unsuspecting fan. With his duty to the public done, the Kiwi Battler continues on, focusing the rest of his attention toward the mammoth man inside the ring. ”Hayden HardKore has once again been on a roll, those two championships seem to be glued to his shoulders.
And for one thing, that target seems to keep growing larger and larger each week.”
”Hayden's shoulders are only so big, the Jackass has got to buckle sooner or later.”
”It might just be sooner. Dow Jones could walk away with one of the Jackasses Championship belts tonight, he has got to be worried about that!” [/center] Hayden picks up speed as he approaches the ring, sliding inside the squared circle and moving up onto one knee in the same motion. He ends up his slide at the feet of his unimpressed opponent. But before Dow Jones could take advantage of the prone Champion, Hayden had rolled over backwards, leaping to a vertical base in the process. As a result, the pair soon find themselves standing toe to toe, with nothing but a zebra clad official in between them. Soon, too, the match official steps out of the way, calling for the toll of the bell. With its sound, the bell signals the start of the brutality. TBC Dow Jones |
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Aug 6, 2011 7:53:03 GMT -5
Both athletes stare at each other, each intent on out-witting and out-planning the other for the grandest prize GHW has to offer. As the bell chimes around the arena, Dow nods at his junior, Hayden refusing to acknowledge the gesture without a nod himself, HardKore refusing to back down to the indy veteran. Jones takes a few steps back and closes his eyes, trusting the integrity of the Undisputed champion, before snapping out of his trance and slapping his forearms, ready for action once again. The two Fighty fighty persons circle each other for a few seconds and by seemingly mutual consent, both stride forward and lock up in the standard collar and tie-up, both grabbing the lapel and the forearm of the other. Knowing his strength and weight disadvantage, the Jackass elects to spin out of the hold and slide behind the Bostonian, before dropping to the canvas and putting his arm inbetween Dow's legs, pulling the Hardcore Icon over him and to the mat, shoulders automatically pinned to the floor. The official slides in to make the count, but before he can even signal the first stroke, Dow kicks his legs and rolls to his side, breaking up the pinfall. The Hometown Hero quickly clambers to his feet and turns to face the Flying Kiwi once again, both men dropping their fighting stance as the crowd cheer. Hayden raises his left arm in the direction of the audience, garnering a huge round of applause and cat-calls from the Bostonian fans in attendance. Not having the desired effect on DJ, the Hardcore Warrior replies by mimicking the champion, this time earning himself an even bigger reaction from his hometown, causing a wry smile to emerge from Dow's lips.
Well, immediately, we find out a difference in this match from all other Hayden HardKore contests.
Yeah, for once, the crowd aren't completely in his favour. Dow's already found himself something to work with tonight.
HardKore's head drops a little as he realises the very notion that he's not the crowd favourite, the Jackass instead acting out of character by rushing the New Age challenger. However, anticipating the charge, DJ thrusts out a boot and kicks Hayden in the gut to wind the champion and follows the action up by draping his arm over Hayden's head in a Front Facelock, falling backwards to attempt a DDT. This time, Hayden uses all his experience and clutches both legs of the Bostonian, forcing Dow to the mat back-first, before rolling forwards over Dow's sternum, once again inflicting a pinfall upon Jones. This time the referee manages to slap his hand to the canvas a lone once before the Hardcore Icon pushes the 192 pounder off his sternum and to the mat. Yet again, both men scramble to their feet and put their bodies into a fight pose but lower their stances once again when they realise their evenness, the crowd's positive reaction for both men labouring the point further. Dow takes a breath and regains his focus on the task in hand, Hayden still staring at his challenger as he's done the entire contest so far.
Once again, the two competitors lock up, Dow not giving Hayden any time to slip out of the hold and execute another quick pinfall, instead forcing the Kiwi onto the turnbuckle pad and keeping the champion wedged between Dow and the pads for the official's count, releasing the Jackass at 4. Feeling a hint of disrespect, Hayden decides that discretion isn't the best part of infamy and he rushes at the Million Dollar Massachussan once again, this time catching the veteran unawares and connecting with a flurry of punches to the cranium, forcing Dow back to the ropes. Once DJ can't back up any further, Hayden grasps the right arm of the Hardcore Icon and whips him across the ring to the parallel ropes. Upon the Hometown Hero's return, HardKore sprints at his full pace and leaps into the air, spinning and thrusting out a leg so he collides boot to nose with Dow, who immediately goes down to the ground like he's been shot. Already having planned his offense, the Flying Kiwi sprints at the same set of wires that his challenger was forced into and leaps at the middle rope, letting his momentum push the rope as far as it will stretch. Once the elastic limit of the middle rope is reached, Hayden is sent backwards, the athletic ability of the Jackass allowing him to back-flip in mid-air and attempt a Lionsault on the already supine DJ. However, instinctively, Dow rolls his body out of the way and the Kiwi lands sternum-first on the hard canvas, all the air sucked out of him in a mere instant.
The Lionsault missed. And this could be an opening for Dow.
But can Dow keep reversing the attacks of the champion, who's a hell of a lot more experienced than him.
As Hayden recoils from the missed opportunity and clutches his chest, the Hometown Hero staggers over to the ropes and tries to regain his breath back as quickly as possible, before finding his composure and staring back at the downed Jackass, who gets up to one knee. DJ stalks the Undisputed champion until Hayden manages to find the strength to raise himself onto both knees and upon seeing the predicament of the champion, Dow sprints towards the Jackass and places his left foot in Hayden's right armpit, before swinging his right boot at the jaw of the champ, a crack resonating from the impact of the Enzeguiri. Dow disentangles himself from HardKore as quickly as he possibly can and almost as if it didn't want to be on his shoulders, Hayden's head falls to the mat, dragging his entire skeletal structure to ground and giving the impression of unconsciousness. Seeing an opportunity for greatness in front of his very eyes, Jones crawls over to the champion and rolls him onto his stomach, before draping his own body over The Kiwi's and hooking HardKore's far leg, the man in the zebra stripes slapping his hand to the mat once, twice...
And only inches away from the third count as Hayden raises his arm at the last minute, forcing his shoulder up from the canvas. The Hometown Hero puts his head in his hands as he realises that the contest isn't quite over, but instead of wallowing on the missed opportunity, DJ instead drags the Undisputed champion upto his knees and wraps his arms around the Jackass's head in a Side Headlock, exerting as much pressure as he can to make sure that Hayden exerts as much effort as possible to escape the hold, if he can at all. The crowd begin to split two ways as some cheer for the veteran that's served them so well over the years in Hayden HardKore, while others cheer for their Hometown favourite and will the ropes to move further away from the Flying Kiwi.
Side Headlock's are very energy sapping and this bodes well for the challenger in this match.
Yeah, but I doubt that a Side Headlock will put away Hayden after all he went through at Red, White and Bruised.
Which of course brings up the point that neither man is at one hundred percent, yet neither man is showing it one bit.
That's what the New Age title, means, Fuzz.
TBC- Good luck, Hayden
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Post by Hayden on Aug 8, 2011 5:41:27 GMT -5
”Hayden…” ”Dow Jones”A dual chant erupts around the arena, seeming to echo the names of both men as waves of fans try to voice their opinion louder than the other. The Hometown Hero, Dow Jones, desperately tries to hold onto the Side Headlock, gritting his teeth as he tries to steer the Jackass away from the ropes. On the other side of the coin, the veteran Champion does not panic. Although there is pain in his eyes, the Kiwi seems calm as he stretches his hand out toward the ropes. The Cruiserweight Champion fights with strength beyond his size in his battle against the vice-grip of the Hometown Boy. With the split crowd creating a noise loud enough to attract noise pollution complaints from the arena’s neighbours, the Legendary Jackass stretches out dramatically one final time. His right hand clasps the ring rope and the Kiwi holds on for all that he is worth. The referee instructs Jones to break up the hold and DJ reluctantly complies, freeing the Kiwi once more. ”Boy, oh boy… The noise in this arena is nearly lifting the roof off. Have you ever seen a crowd split so closely between two men?”
”What’s that Fuzz? I can’t hear you over the crowd right now. Hayden is used to being the fan favourite, but tonight, he has to work just as hard at it as the Hometown Hero, Dow Jones.”
”It really won’t matter who wins tonight, half the crowd will be happy, the other half will riot. That is the reality of the situation right now.”
”And we wouldn’t have it any other way, would we?” [/center] Both men rise as one, Hayden with a wince on his face. Eager to continue his control over the match, Dow Jones snaps Hayden straight back up into a Collar and Elbow Tie, flinging him violently into the middle of the ring. Hayden is at his mercy, and DJ wastes little time in showing the Kiwi that he has none. Grabbing Hayden by the neck, he is quick to drill the New Zealand native back into the mat in a Swinging Neckbreaker. Hayden’s head bounces off the mat, driven downwards with venom and sting. The Hardcore Icon smiles at his hometown fans as he dashes off across the ring, bounding into the ropes before charging back at his veteran opponent. Hayden had barely managed to push himself to his hands and knees before the Boston Brawler was back upon him once more. Taking his feet off the ground, Jones aims a low dropkick at the Kiwi, kicking Hayden directly in the ribs and flipping the GHW Legend onto his back. The wince on Hayden’s face returns, Hayden’s ribs obviously feeling the effects of a hard match so far. With no let up, DJ springs up to his feet and again closes his sights onto the New Age Champion, the gold in his sights and determination in his heart. Dow Jones sidles over to his opponent, standing him to his feet faster than Hayden’s body can cope with. Dow Jones grabs the Jackass by the wrist, flinging him in the direction of the turnbuckle . Unable to control the flow of the Irish Whip himself, Hayden simply goes along with the Hometown Hero’s will, bumbling across the ring and slamming shoulder first into the turnbuckle. The Jackass winds up with his back against the upright, his chest heaving as he rests against the turnbuckle. Dow Jones charges at the Kiwi, his eyes lit up with the desire to pummel Hayden through the turnbuckle and into the ‘loss’ column. The Hardcore Icon picks up speed from across the ring, charging at Hayden. Without so much as slowing down a notch, DJ drives the point of his knee into his opponent, the Running Knee Strike collides with the side of Hayden’s already tenderised ribs, seeing the Kiwi let out a groan of agony in reply. Dow Jones smiles as he backs up, looking at the weathered veteran’s pain-filled expression with the glee and confidence that says how close the hometown Hero just might be to claiming the title from the Jackass. ”Hayden is in a bad way here. Dow Jones is targeting Hayden’s ribs, picking apart the Champion piece by piece, and the Jackass has no answer to him.”
”This Hometown advantage may be the straw that broke the camel’s back as far as Hayden’s Championship is concerned. I think we may be seeing a changing of the guard right here. Dow Jones is only one big move away from putting Hayden out for the count.” [/center] The Brooklyn Brawler locks the smaller man in his sights one more time. With a twinkle in his eye, Dow Jones charges at Hayden again, looking for a second Running Knee Strike to his opponent. Hayden watches from his turnbuckle prison as his opponent hurtles toward him. Through gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes, Hayden watches. Only when Dow Jones is within striking distance does Hayden move. He bends forward, flicking his body up to launch DJ into the air, in the hopes of sending Jones up and over the ring. The Hardcore Icon, however, lands squarely on top of the turnbuckle, looking down on his smaller foe. The Hometown Hero smiles to himself as he sees the scene unfolding in his mind. Hayden takes a few steps away from the turnbuckle, giving himself some all important distance between him and the corner trap. When he is far enough away, Dow Jones takes it upon himself to jump. He lines Hayden up with a Cross Body shot, using both the elevation and the element of surprise to put the Champion away for good. When he is in mid air, Hayden turns around. With legs like springs, Hayden leaps into the air and wraps his legs around the neck of his opponent. Dow Jones lands safely on his feet, but with Hayden hanging off his body like a toddler hanging off a mother in the supermarket. Hayden twists his body around, rotating around the neck and torso of his opponent, before flicking his body weight around, sending DJ off balance and toppling to the ground. As the pair fall, Hayden transitions the move into a Fujuwara Armbar, locking in the final stages of his “Hand of God” Submission move. With the hold applied, Hayden pulls back on his opponents arm, trying to wrench the shoulder out of the socket. Hayden holds on for dear life, and for his dear title, hoping that the Arm of God is enough to deliver the Championship. TBC DJ
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Aug 9, 2011 4:57:22 GMT -5
The exertion is as clear as day on the usually smiling face of the champion, this match having already taken a lot more out of Hayden than at first anticipated. Dow finally regains his composure after the shock of the Cross Body reversal and begins to realise the danger he's in from this deadly submission hold, his arm already beginning to tear away from the socket. DJ flails around with the free right arm, desperate for a feeling of rope on his fingers, but like a man on a mission, the Jackass only amps up the pressure and asserts all of his strength into the Arm of God, the official already in position and asking the challenger whether he wants to call it a night. The Boston Brawler closes his eyes and grits his teeth, before slamming his right hand onto the mat and pushing the canvas, attempting to drag himself to the bottom rope. Using all of his vast experience, the Flying Kiwi releases the hold, knowing that the much stronger Jones will be able to reach the ropes, but Hayden refuses to relent his attack and springs to his feet, quickly stomping a mudhole into Dow's back to prevent the Hardcore Icon from regaining his much-needed breath back. Intent on the quick victory, Hayden clutches both legs of the prone Bostonian and pulls the 225 pounder back into the centre of the squared circle, before wrenching the arm past the natural angle of rotation once again, now simply locking in a Fujiwara Armbar, much to the same effect.
Now knowing that the ropes are out of reach and an implausible escape route, Dow instead begins to think of a counter to this hold and finding none, the Hardcore Warrior instead fights the pain and gets onto his knees, slowly raising his body like a vampire awakening from it's slumber. Despite Dow's approach, Hayden unwisely attempts to keep the hold locked in, hoping that Dow will quit before he can counter-strike, but Dow manages to get to his full verticality and drives an elbow into the already injured ribs of the Kiwi, doubling over the Cruiserweight Champion and breaking the Armbar. In a flash, Dow thinks of his next course of action and drapes his arm over HardKore's neck and head in a front facelock, before kicking out the legs of the Jackass and dropping to the mat back-first, spiking Hayden's head to the canvas. The champion's body follows his head and lines him up like an exclamation point for a split-second, before Hayden's momentum takes him onto his back. Dow falls onto the nearest turnbuckle in exasperation and earns himself a few seconds of separation, before his eyes light up and he formulates a plan, stepping between the ropes and beginning a climb up the turnbuckles, the pro-DJ crowd cheering their competitor on along the way.
It looks as if Dow's got a plan, and we could be about to see the crowning of a new champion.
It certainly looks that way after the huge DDT from Jones. But can he take advantage of this opening.
With the champion still resting motionless on the mat, Dow reaches the top of the turnbuckles and stands to his fullest, giving himself as much height as possible for the next move to be executed. Showing impressive balance considering the damage his equilibrium has taken, Dow raises his hands in the air, the fans cheering for the prospect of a high-flying, impactful move that could crown a new era in GHW. After the pop has reached it's climax, Dow throws his hands down to propel himself forward and the Bostonian flips himself forward 450 degrees, landing sternum to sternum with the New Age champion. The crowd go wild as Dow hits the Credit Crunch, DJ immediately hooking the far leg of HardKore to make the resulting pinfall as hard to escape from as possible. The man in the zebra stripes slides in to make the cover and slaps his hand to the canvas twice and when only mere inches from the third stroke, Hayden throws his shoulder up instinctively, ending the count and drawing gasps from the crowd, who believed the contest to be over there and then.
The Massachussan Millionaire puts his head in his hands, not quite believing the outcome of the Credit Crunch himself, now with only one thought embedded in his mind. What do I have to do to win the New Age title? Meanwhile, Hayden gasps for air like a fish out of water and clutches his bruised ribs, all the fight taken out of him. Jones stares for a few seconds at Hayden, not caring about the extra strength that the champion is drawing from these precious seconds and with a sigh, Dow jumps back onto the attack, picking up the almost lifeless New Zealander and holding his groggy opponent upright, before letting go of Hayden, stepping backwards, then shooting out his right leg, aiming for Hayden's jaw. Acting on instinct once again, the Jackass ducks and Dow's leg is left to kick the air. Once the Boston Brawler turns around to face his opponent once again, HardKore is no longer standing on the canvas, instead leaping in mid-air at the Millionaire with his right foot outstretched, this kick not missing it's intended target. Dow takes the proverbial bullet and remains rooted to the spot for a mere second, before falling to ground and staring at the rafters, his dreams of a New Age title seemingly about to be destroyed.
The Yakuza kick from HardKore, and Dow's in prime position for The Flying Kiwi.
And unlike the Credit Crunch, no-one gets up from that move. Looks like Hayden's going to be New Age champion a little longer.
As the commentators imply, HardKore does indeed have The Flying Kiwi in mind and HardKore drags his bruised ribs to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the front of the pads, reaching the top rope as quickly as he possibly can. HardKore stares at the sea of fans for only a few seconds and observes the mixed reaction from the Boston audience, before leaping off the top rope backwards, executing a 180 degree barrel roll while in mid-air and tucking his body inwards as he free-falls to the canvas, hitting the oblivious DJ back to sternum, crushing the challenger and sucking all the wind out of Jones's body. Some segments of the crowd cheer, others boo, but Hayden ignores them all and with all the energy he can muster, he throws himself onto the Boston Brawler's body, barely pinning the challenger at all. The referee slides in and makes the count, an easy two count resulting in only mere inches to decide the match-up. As the official's hand comes down for three, everybody, including the referee, think that Hayden's done enough to retain the title once again, but miraculously, DJ throws his shoulder up.
WHAT! Dow just kicked out of The Flying Kiwi. I'm almost speechless.
I...I've never seen that happen before.
Neither man is ready to quit just yet. What a great main event for the new Tuesday Night Triumph to start with.
Like I said earlier, that's the New Age title for you.
TBC- Hayden
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Post by Hayden on Aug 11, 2011 1:35:34 GMT -5
The Kiwi Legend kneels, his head in his hands and replays the vision of seeing Dow Jones kick out of what he was sure would be the final pinfall. DJ himself still looked in no fit state to put up a fight, but the extent of a hard fought match was beginning to catch up on the high energy Kiwi, slowing his frantic pace down a little. Hayden takes a deep breath, blowing off the apologies of the referee in search of yet another way to put the Hometown Hero away for good. Shaking his head as the failed pin attempt rolls through his mind once more, Hayden busies himself by hoisting Dow Jones to his feet. The Hardcore Icon cannot stand under his own weight, the effort of kicking out from Hayden’s Flying Kiwi sapping the remainder of his body’s energy. Hayden plays to the fact, and fires him into the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip, letting the turnbuckle do the work for him. Dow Jones crashes into the padded steel with his shoulder, an “oomph” of air escaping his lungs as he unsuspectingly turns back into the face of danger. Hayden, however, had backed up right across the ring and was preparing himself to charge like a wounded bull. The Kiwi skips a David Campese-like goose-step before firing across the ring like a cannon ball shot from a pirate ship. With a smile on his face, the Kiwi lines his opponent up, looking to aim a shoulder to the mid-section of the Hardcore Icon. As the Spear closes in, Dow Jones inadvertently falls to the ground, his weary body unable to hold onto the turnbuckle any longer. As a result, the Jackass flies over the top of his dropping body, sailing through the turnbuckle itself and slamming squarely on the point of his shoulder to the unprotected metal upright of the turnbuckle itself. The cracking sound of unpadded bone meeting unpadded steel echoes out over the arena, the crowd letting out a gasp of worry for the Kiwi’s safety before the New Zealand Legend falls to the canvas, clutching at his injured shoulder. He lands directly atop the body of his opponent, who is still trying to summon up the strength to find his feet. ”Hayden went for the Spear, but he ended up Spearing the metal pole of the turnbuckle instead.”
”At the risk of calling the Jackass a fool, ‘angels rush in’ Big Al… I bet Hayden regretted that the moment he saw Dow Jones falling to the ground.”
”It was a bit late by then, wasn’t it. Hayden virtually took himself out of this match with that. You don’t quite realise how much you use your shoulder until you injure it. Hayden is about to find that out right now.” [/center] By the time the dust had settled, both men vietually make it to their feet at the same time. Dow Jones, wincing over his sour ribs from Hayden’s unsuccessful finisher, sizes up himself against the Kiwi, who holds onto his shoulder as if it is simply hanging by a thread. The battered and broken pair lock horns once more, Dow Jones easily overpowering the Kiwi with his extra size and strength. When he has Hayden where he wants him, DJ twists his left arm around, targeting Hayden’s newly tenderised shoulder. One twist of the arm is enough to send shockwaves searing through Hayden’s body, and enough to cause the Kiwi Legend to yelp in pain. Hayden’s eyes well up from the pain, but the Kiwi blinks away the feelings of quitting. A second yelp is heard when Dow Jones drives an elbow into the shoulder joint, breaking up the hold, but sending Hayden spinning to the mat in the process. The Hardcore Icon watches as Hayden tries to push himself back up quickly, but the New Zealander’s shoulder gives way underneath him and Hayden once more flattens himself to the mat. Dow Jones smirks to himself as he sees his opponent’s weakness so blaringly obvious in front of him. Standing on the back of Hayden’s shoulder with one foot, the Hometown Hero capitalises on Hayden’s misfortune by wrenching the arm almost out of the socket. Dow Jones pulls until he cannot apply any more pressure to the arm. With Hayden screaming a sting of choice words at him, Dow Jones drops to the mat, turning the Arm Wrench into a modified Arm Lock that looks to make the most of the pain. He drives his knee into the Shoulder joint once more, wrapping Hayden’s arm backward around his body. With the Hometown Boy feeling that his opponent merely needs some encouragement to end the match, he tries his best to ‘persuade’ Hayden to give up. The smile had turned into a gritted teeth look of determination as DJ puts everything he has into making Hayden yield, or his shoulder break. However, the defiant Kiwi takes all the punishment that is dealt to him and still responds to the referee’s questioning with a stubborn “Hell No!” The veteran even begins swiping his free arm out at the rope, looking to find a way out of the hold. After no short amount of time locked up in the embraces of his opponent, the Kiwi finally grabs a hold of the rope. Hayden holds onto this rope for dear life, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turn white with effort. It takes until the referee’s count of “4” for Dow Jones to break the dastardly Arm Lock. When he does so, he does resentfully and with regret, knowing that a few more moments of pressure might just have sealed the deal. ”My goodness. Hayden was so close to going out there. Dow Jones was determined to make him quit, or break Hayden’s injured shoulder – Whichever came first”
”Well, neither did. Hayden, like always, found a way out of the predicament. But he is not out of the woods yet…”
”Not by a long shot. The Kiwi has one bad wing, and Dow Jones will make him pay for that for the rest of the night.” [/center] Both men reach their feet again, this time with DJ looking to take the all important control of the match and continue his assault on Hayden’s shoulder. He grabs the Kiwi by the wrist, looking to lock it up behind the Jackass into a Hammer Lock, but the veteran has other ideas. He spins out of the move, swiping a foot across Dow Jones’s face in the process, with a well timed Roundhouse Kick. DJ staggers back, stunned, but does not fall to the mat. Hayden follows up with a flurry of shots, looking to aid Jones’s fall. Using his speed and unpredictability, Hayden kicks out DJ’s left Knee with a swift targeted strike that sees the knee buckle and his opponent fall to his knees as a result. He follows the kick up with three rapid palm strikes, two to the chest and a third aimed as an Uppercut that nearly beheads Jones. Still, Jones remains upright. Like he would to a punching bag, Hayden continues his flurry, following up the Palm Strikes with a vicious Mule Kick, pushing up off the mat with his good arm and catching Dow Jones in the chest with the soles of both feet. This sends Jones flying across the ring and backs the Hometown Hero into the turnbuckle. But Jones is determined not to stay in the corner for long. While Hayden makes his way toward him, DJ looks determined to pick up where he had left off. Jones grunts as he forces himself to his feet. He is the first to strike, aiming a lobbing swipe at the Kiwi, which Hayden ducks. Hayden takes the small opening and sneaks past the defences of his opponent. He aims another low Kick at DJ’s knee, causing the knee to buckle again. This time, Hayden grabs the doubled over Jones by the head and drives the head in between his legs. The Kiwi grabs a hold of DJ’s pants, a smile forming across his face as he prepares the Hometown Boy for what the Kiwi hopes to be his final descent. With all the strength and effort he can muster, Hayden lifts Dow Jones up into a Powerbomb position. However, the planned move does not quite go as planned. About half way up, once Dow’s feet had left the mat, Hayden’s injured shoulder gives way once more. The Kiwi lets his opponent go with a growl of pain. The Jackass clutches at his shoulder in agony, and Dow Jones is let off scot free. Smiling at his luck, Jones closes in for the kill. He sets his sights on the Jackass, who had turned away in pain. Grabbing Hayden by the head, he spins the Kiwi around. Hayden, however, spins around with his left fist balled. With the quickness he had been renowned for, and instincts like the veteran that he is, Hayden slams his fist directly into the face of his unsuspecting opponent. This time Dow Jones drops to the mat, like a blow up doll that had just been punctured with a drawing pin. Jones lands in a crumpled heap at Hayden’s feet, letting the Kiwi simply flop down atop his body and cover the Boston Brawler for the pin. ”Power of the South-Paw! Power of the South-Paw! My god, how many men that move has claimed over the years.”
”Hayden’s shoulder had given up on him, so he did the next best thing and drove his fist into Dow Jones’s face. Dow didn’t see it coming and it may just have sealed his fate, finally!” [/center] TBC |
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