Post by Hayden on Jun 30, 2010 5:45:33 GMT -5
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The quick pin catches the veteran Hayden HardKore off guard. Matt Violence, sensing that he is mere seconds away from a huge victory, lifts his head from Hayden's torso and looks over at the ref. All he sees is the image of Magnus Gunner flinging himself across the ring toward him. In Gunner's hand is a metallic lunch tray, the type one sees in a buffet line. The grimy metal softly glows in the light as the metal tray is swing, connecting with Matt Violence's head. Almost instantly, blood begins to seep out of a gash that is carved into his forehead, and the Guru of Violence is thrown off the body of the wily veteran as a result of the impact.
Matt's hands reach for his face, feeling the sticky crimson liquid absent mindedly while Gunner surveys the damage donw to the tray. A face impring is dented into the surface, a red tinge left on the spot that had impacted with Violence's head. What the Rock Messiah doesn't see is the figure of te Jackass scramble to his feet, until it is too late. Gunner looks up as Hayden faces him head on, and brings the metal tray up to swing it at his rival's head, to follow the same fate as Matt Violence. Instead, it is Hayden who acts faster, winding his left fist up behind him and waiting for the opportune moment. The Two Time King of the Deathmatch Champion waits until Magnus has raised the tray directly in front of his face before unloading his "Power of the South Paw".
Hayden's left fist smashes into the tray, sending the combination of metallic lunchtray and Haymaker screaming into his once protege's skull. The impact is enough to break a hole in the center of the lunch tray, which Hayden's fist slides right through. Shards of jagged metal tear off from the fist sized hole, slicing Gunner's face down each cheek. As the crimson mask flows over Magnus, Hayden reels his own hand in, noticing the large gash along the wrist that also flows freely with the crimson river, having cut himself on the lethal lunch tray. His nemesis stumbles about, Hayden's brutal Haymaker scrambling his brains like a well cooked breakfast.
With Magnus Gunner still reeling backwards absently, Hayden charges once more. Wasting no time, he hooks both of the Rock Messiah's arms, slinging Gunner's head underneath his own armpit. With a grunt, strainign at the effort, Hayden lifts Magnus Gunner into the air before slamming him head first into the canvas again with a Double Armed DDT. Gunner comes to rest just inches from the metallic lunch tray that had claimed his vigour and awareness. He does not notice, his eyes being closed. Hayden hooks the leg of his unconscious opponent and the ref slides in to count once again, his once pristine uniform stained with sweat and blood from the hard fought match.
"1..."
The crowd aroudn the arena once more rise to their feet, looking on with interest at the latest predicament.
"2..."
Hayden glances to the side, looking over at Matt Violence. The youngster still holds his face, trying to mop up the blood that is escaping from his wounded head. He doesn't so much as notice the pinfall happening around him.
"3..."
The ref's hand slaps the canvas for the last time. With no further ado, he leaps to his feet and calls for the bell to stop the bout. The dinging of the ringbell comes as music to Hayden's ears, the veteran turning to his knees, resting for a moment. His chest heaves with exhaustion, but he had survived. Both of his opponents, blood caked on their faces, barely even look on as Hayden stands to his feet. Matt Violence glances over, noticing his loss and slamming his fists into the mat. Magnus Gunner does not move, the only signs of life from the brash rocker being his heaving chest. As an answer to prayer, the gate of the prison is swiung open for Hayden to make his escape, but he waves the officials away, deciding instead to take the scenic route.
Matt Violence makes his way out of the cage, his tail between his legs, glancing back through weary eyes as Hayden climbs to the top of the cage, the wall nearest the commentary desk. The exhausted limbs slow his ascent, but soon the Kiwi Warrior reaches the top of the cage. Sitting in the corner of two connecting walls, Hayden looks out over the fans packing the Ryan Center. Nodding in approval to the cheering mob, Hayden points with a bloodied hand his sign of respect to the people who brought him this far. When done, the GHW legend calls down to ringside for a microphone, choosing to address the masses from his perch at the top of the cage.
A mike is thrown up, barely gaining enough height to reach his fingers, but Hayden catches it, his blood soaked fingers gripping around the shaft of the mike as he prepares himself to talk. Hayden breathes heavily into the mike to begin with, a sign of his hard fought match. His words are uttered through a breathless exhaustion.
Hayden shifts his weight on his perch, looking out over a different section of the adoring crowd. He continues his address, as the medical team begin to assess the battered body of Magnus Gunner well below him.
With that, Hayden drops the mike off the top of the cage, listening as it smashes on the ground with a loud pop and crackle from the P.A. system. While CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play, Hayden climbs down the exit side of the cage and plants his feet on the ground. Nodding confidently as he examines his belleding wrist, Hayden begins the long walk of victory to the backstage area.
TBC Circus or EOT
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The quick pin catches the veteran Hayden HardKore off guard. Matt Violence, sensing that he is mere seconds away from a huge victory, lifts his head from Hayden's torso and looks over at the ref. All he sees is the image of Magnus Gunner flinging himself across the ring toward him. In Gunner's hand is a metallic lunch tray, the type one sees in a buffet line. The grimy metal softly glows in the light as the metal tray is swing, connecting with Matt Violence's head. Almost instantly, blood begins to seep out of a gash that is carved into his forehead, and the Guru of Violence is thrown off the body of the wily veteran as a result of the impact.
Matt's hands reach for his face, feeling the sticky crimson liquid absent mindedly while Gunner surveys the damage donw to the tray. A face impring is dented into the surface, a red tinge left on the spot that had impacted with Violence's head. What the Rock Messiah doesn't see is the figure of te Jackass scramble to his feet, until it is too late. Gunner looks up as Hayden faces him head on, and brings the metal tray up to swing it at his rival's head, to follow the same fate as Matt Violence. Instead, it is Hayden who acts faster, winding his left fist up behind him and waiting for the opportune moment. The Two Time King of the Deathmatch Champion waits until Magnus has raised the tray directly in front of his face before unloading his "Power of the South Paw".
Hayden's left fist smashes into the tray, sending the combination of metallic lunchtray and Haymaker screaming into his once protege's skull. The impact is enough to break a hole in the center of the lunch tray, which Hayden's fist slides right through. Shards of jagged metal tear off from the fist sized hole, slicing Gunner's face down each cheek. As the crimson mask flows over Magnus, Hayden reels his own hand in, noticing the large gash along the wrist that also flows freely with the crimson river, having cut himself on the lethal lunch tray. His nemesis stumbles about, Hayden's brutal Haymaker scrambling his brains like a well cooked breakfast.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Power of the South Paw!
Power of the South Paw!
My god, Hayden sacrificed his own hand to decimate his protege there. Needless to say, he won't be using that tray to pick his lunch up with after this is over.
~~Big Al~~
What impact there from the Has-Been legend. Now lets see if he has enough in the tank to drive a nail in the coffin.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
That aught'a have done it Big Al... Very few people kick out of Hayden's Haymaker at the best of times, but when it comes gift wrapped in metal, 'forgett'a'boutit'
[/center]Power of the South Paw!
Power of the South Paw!
My god, Hayden sacrificed his own hand to decimate his protege there. Needless to say, he won't be using that tray to pick his lunch up with after this is over.
~~Big Al~~
What impact there from the Has-Been legend. Now lets see if he has enough in the tank to drive a nail in the coffin.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
That aught'a have done it Big Al... Very few people kick out of Hayden's Haymaker at the best of times, but when it comes gift wrapped in metal, 'forgett'a'boutit'
With Magnus Gunner still reeling backwards absently, Hayden charges once more. Wasting no time, he hooks both of the Rock Messiah's arms, slinging Gunner's head underneath his own armpit. With a grunt, strainign at the effort, Hayden lifts Magnus Gunner into the air before slamming him head first into the canvas again with a Double Armed DDT. Gunner comes to rest just inches from the metallic lunch tray that had claimed his vigour and awareness. He does not notice, his eyes being closed. Hayden hooks the leg of his unconscious opponent and the ref slides in to count once again, his once pristine uniform stained with sweat and blood from the hard fought match.
"1..."
The crowd aroudn the arena once more rise to their feet, looking on with interest at the latest predicament.
"2..."
Hayden glances to the side, looking over at Matt Violence. The youngster still holds his face, trying to mop up the blood that is escaping from his wounded head. He doesn't so much as notice the pinfall happening around him.
"3..."
The ref's hand slaps the canvas for the last time. With no further ado, he leaps to his feet and calls for the bell to stop the bout. The dinging of the ringbell comes as music to Hayden's ears, the veteran turning to his knees, resting for a moment. His chest heaves with exhaustion, but he had survived. Both of his opponents, blood caked on their faces, barely even look on as Hayden stands to his feet. Matt Violence glances over, noticing his loss and slamming his fists into the mat. Magnus Gunner does not move, the only signs of life from the brash rocker being his heaving chest. As an answer to prayer, the gate of the prison is swiung open for Hayden to make his escape, but he waves the officials away, deciding instead to take the scenic route.
Matt Violence makes his way out of the cage, his tail between his legs, glancing back through weary eyes as Hayden climbs to the top of the cage, the wall nearest the commentary desk. The exhausted limbs slow his ascent, but soon the Kiwi Warrior reaches the top of the cage. Sitting in the corner of two connecting walls, Hayden looks out over the fans packing the Ryan Center. Nodding in approval to the cheering mob, Hayden points with a bloodied hand his sign of respect to the people who brought him this far. When done, the GHW legend calls down to ringside for a microphone, choosing to address the masses from his perch at the top of the cage.
A mike is thrown up, barely gaining enough height to reach his fingers, but Hayden catches it, his blood soaked fingers gripping around the shaft of the mike as he prepares himself to talk. Hayden breathes heavily into the mike to begin with, a sign of his hard fought match. His words are uttered through a breathless exhaustion.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
This, right here, is what I live for.
This, right here, is what I crave.
This, right here, is what I have been dreaming about for two years now.
Ladies and gentlemen. There is no mistake, Hayden HardKore is back, and he is more Hard-Kore than ever!
I have never been stronger, never been faster, never been so hungry. Red, White and Bruised... An aptly named Pay-Per View, because that is exactly what I am going to leave Darth That Guy.
Red- Soaked with blood from head to toe.
White- White with fear, at having to face the legendary TRUE King of the Deathmatch, and loosing his precious title as a result.
Bruised- Well, that is self explanitory now isn't it. But I'm not talking Saturday afternoon rugby bruises, oh no. I'm talking "Jake the Muss; Uncle Bully" bruises, the kind you get after a true ass kicking.
This, right here, is what I live for.
This, right here, is what I crave.
This, right here, is what I have been dreaming about for two years now.
Ladies and gentlemen. There is no mistake, Hayden HardKore is back, and he is more Hard-Kore than ever!
I have never been stronger, never been faster, never been so hungry. Red, White and Bruised... An aptly named Pay-Per View, because that is exactly what I am going to leave Darth That Guy.
Red- Soaked with blood from head to toe.
White- White with fear, at having to face the legendary TRUE King of the Deathmatch, and loosing his precious title as a result.
Bruised- Well, that is self explanitory now isn't it. But I'm not talking Saturday afternoon rugby bruises, oh no. I'm talking "Jake the Muss; Uncle Bully" bruises, the kind you get after a true ass kicking.
Hayden shifts his weight on his perch, looking out over a different section of the adoring crowd. He continues his address, as the medical team begin to assess the battered body of Magnus Gunner well below him.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
I have been wanting to get my hands on the Circus ever since my return. It starts with Darth That Guy. But before I am finished with them, by god as my witness, they will have something to really sit in the Psychologists chair and blab about for Two Hundred Dollars an Hour.
By the time I am finished with him, Jaggeroth will have developed another personality to his already full line-up.
I hope you're there to support your buddy Jag, because I'd love to take you out aswell. You're going to need an entire army to stop me, because I do NOT quit... EVER!
Darth... Bring your A-Game, you're going to need it.
[/color]I have been wanting to get my hands on the Circus ever since my return. It starts with Darth That Guy. But before I am finished with them, by god as my witness, they will have something to really sit in the Psychologists chair and blab about for Two Hundred Dollars an Hour.
By the time I am finished with him, Jaggeroth will have developed another personality to his already full line-up.
I hope you're there to support your buddy Jag, because I'd love to take you out aswell. You're going to need an entire army to stop me, because I do NOT quit... EVER!
Darth... Bring your A-Game, you're going to need it.
With that, Hayden drops the mike off the top of the cage, listening as it smashes on the ground with a loud pop and crackle from the P.A. system. While CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play, Hayden climbs down the exit side of the cage and plants his feet on the ground. Nodding confidently as he examines his belleding wrist, Hayden begins the long walk of victory to the backstage area.
TBC Circus or EOT
