Thomas Walker (c) vs. Darth That Guy vs. Desperado

[Thomas Walker]

Charlie's usual spot in the ring lies bare as he makes his announcement from the commentary position given the overflow of weapons. Surrounding the ring and piled high within are stacks of chairs, lighttubes (cracked and uncracked), broken & full glass panes, lengths of chain with dog collars attached to one end, Singapore canes, barbed wire boards, light bulb boards, thumbtack chairs (and indeed black sacks likely to contain more tacks), staple guns, tables, ladders, baseball bats (some laced with barbed wire) and perhaps most ominous of all a coffin similar to that used in week two by Bud Whiser and Vlad Strife though notable for the lack of C4 charges.

Charlie Coors: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an "Anything That Remains" match for the King of the Deathmatch championship! Introducing first, he is the current King of the Deathmatch, fighting out of Huntsville Alabama...THOMAS WALKER!"

Big Al: "Here comes the champ! Lets hope he's come prepared, as Charlie gave allure too this match will implore the competitors to use any and all of the items left over from the previous three weeks of H-Games contests plus they have free reign to use anything they feel fit within this match."
Fuzz Jennings: "It is certainly is set to be a brutal contest."

Refuse To Be Broken by Travis Perry blares out of the PA system, prompting a chorus of boos to rain from the effervescent audience. Tommy struts onto the stage with a black toolbox in hand and his ever present smile plastered across his face serving to hide any fear which may be present. Wearing his regular wrestling gear, he trims the number with gold Elbow & Knee pads to contrast the silver belt strapped round his waist and crown on his head. Exercising on the spot to show off his physical fitness, having only played a supporting role in the previous three matches, Tommy then runs the length of the ramp--stopping only inches from the ring.

Fuzz Jennings: "He certainly seems confident for a man facing Desperado and Darth in only a few minutes."
Big Al: "He has every right to be confident, he and his brother have carried that belt through hardcore maniacs and GHW hall of famers, this is just another day at the office for this guy."
Fuzz Jennings: "Except, this week its not him and his brother; it's just him! That may prove to be the biggest factor tonight, having to fight the match fair and square."
Big Al: "Lets get one thing straight Fuzz, there were no rules to be broken in those matches. Thomas and James were smart to work together, there was nothing stopping the justice system getting involved last week or Kahlan the week before or to stop Hayden finding back up in week one."

Thomas chest passes the toolbox over the top rope into the ring before circling the squared circle, shaking the hands of Al Mulligan and the few fans who appreciate him. Eventually he climbs one of the sets of ring steps and steps between the middle and top rope. From the center of the ring the young champ patiently waits on his opponents.

To Be Continued
Notes: From here on out I'll be swapping Al's Beige for Coors Baby Blue as it sits better next to my white text.

[Desperado]

'Voices' by Revs Theory hits the PA system as the attention of everyone in the arena turns towards the entrance. The lights go dim whilst smoke begins to rise via the ventilators.

The titantron flickers on to show the words 'Deadly By Nature' before fading away to show 'Desperado' in a golden font. The screen fades away to display many clips of Desperado wrestling whilst switching to him training in an old empty gym. The whole clip is in black and white.

::[~~Charlie Coors~~]::
"Introducing next … making his way to the ring, ... hailing from Brooklyn, New York, ...standing 6'3", ... Weighing in at 228lbs, ... He’s the Technical Tornado, … The Deadly and Dangerous, … DESPERADO."

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You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have the voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

Desperado breaks through the layer of smoke, his long black gown draping the floor, the golden lining shining under the flashing lights of the cameras. He moves through the sides of the screaming fan as he advances to the ring. In his hand is a black baseball bat.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste the blood that's drying
I feel the tension rising

He reaches the stairs and climbs them in rhythm, each foot hitting the steel at the right time, his hooded gown flapping in the air behind him. When he ascends the stairs completely, he tilts his head back, removing the hood to reveal his psychotic smile and lifts his arms to his sides. The lights suddenly go back to full strength. Desperado removes his gown and lets it drop to his feet before entering the ring in his black trunks with golden, silky stripes along with his matching black and gold boots. His hands are strapped with white tape whilst tattoo's cover most of his arms and shoulders. A lot of cuts and bruises are present on his body. His brown hairs are spiked with golden-brown highlights running through them.

I hear voices in my head
The council me
They understand
They talk to me!
They talk to me,They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you

They talk to me,
(talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me!

They talk to me,
(talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me!

Desperado stands in the middle of the ring as the music dies down and the chanting of the crowd quietens. He has taken a microphone to address his opponent.

::[~~Big Al~~]::
"This is the man who has given Vladimir Strife his first ever defeat on GHW. Can you see the determination in his eyes, I can't look beyond him in this match."

::[~~Fuzz~~]::
"Lets not forget the former champion Darth. He's also managed to fight off the competition and has reached the final stage."

::[~~Desperado~~]::[/u]
“Last week I claimed I would defeat the man who took GHW to the top of ladder. The man who put GHW on the map of the wrestling industry, the man who carried this federation. Last week, I defeated that man. Vladimir Strife's era is OVER! I have proclaimed it. The moment everyone was waiting for is here. Its time to determine a new era in this federation under a new king. At first I had no reason to compete for this match but now I do for this federation needs a new direction and a new leader. I will become that new leader, that new king that will lead us to glory. The revolution has won!”[/color][/center]

Desperado drops the microphone and stares at his opponent with an eager smile across his face.

TBCB Darth

[TPK]

The fans, wait patiently for the third and final Fighty fighty person in the match to enter, they don't wait long as Entry of the Gladiators blasts over the PA getting a slight chuckle from the crowd. Carny Asada skips from behind the curtain with a grimace on his face, and a police style megaphone painted red in white in his hands. Carny waddles down the ramp as he quickly brings the megaphone to his lips.

Carny: Well now, here...we...GO! It's main event time kiddies, so put your parents to bed and break out the booze! This is what it all boils down to, THE King of the Deathmatch title. We have The "Champ", the man who beat Strife...and we have the guy who is going to win it all, the MAN who is going to destroy any and all comers...for those of you not paying attention the other guys in the ring, but hey...if you didn't know that just get the fuck out...seriously get out. So without further delay, I give to you YOUR NEXT CHAMPION! DARTH...THAT...GUY!

The arena then goes black as Duel of the Fates hits, the former champ pushes his way past the silky black curtain a shopping cart full of random weapons in front of him. While not generally his style to bring toys to the mix, Darth wanted to come prepared, his pace quicker than normal he makes it down the ramp in almost no time at all not even waiting on the lights to fire back up before getting in the ring and preparing himself for the fight of his life.

Big Al: Why bring the cart, if you are just going to leave it...I guess he's thinking ahead but still, he needs to be ready. Desperado and Walker sure are!

Fuzz: Yeah, he'll need more than luck. That's for damn sure. And what's with the freakshow of a manager bringing the megaphone? What is he, Jimmy Hart? Come on.

As the lights raise back to normal Darth slides his robes off his shoulders, an aluminum baseball bat in place of his usual lightsaber. Darth pulls the bat out and points directly at the champ, as if trying to send a message. The ref now steps in and signals for the bell announcing the beginning of the contest.

TBC
My Contract
*Sorry for the delay, but like I said have been without the net*

[Thomas Walker]

Tommy unbuckles the belt around his waist, letting it dangle infront of him. The glint of the prize sparkles in the eyes of his opponents who all but salivate at the prospect of getting their hands on the jewel. Having let the other two men bask in the beauty of the strap for long enough Tommy turns his back to them both and holds it high overhead. The champion then hands his championship over to the referee who himself shows it to each of the competitors before passing it out to the timekeeper and signaling for the bell.

The sound of the bell penetrates the deafening crowd, kick starting the violent conclusion of what has been the most brutal four weeks in the GHW calendar so far. The assault on the senses that calls itself the GHW faithful is not mirrored in the ring which sits eerily silent as each man sizes up his opponents, trying to fathom what lies ahead. Not communicating, not needing too, Darth and Desperado first glance at each others pitch black bats then to the unarmed champion. Tommy backs away as far as the confines of the ring will allow but ultimately he only serves to corner himself, razor sharp flesh hungry barbs to his left brush against his ribs. DTG and Desp slowly ebb their way across the ring to the champ, weapons drawn and menace in their eyes. With Desp being the first to approach he tauntingly extends the bat infront of him and presses the rounded tip into Tommy's chest to tease the defenseless champ. Pulling it back he gears up to drive it into the roadkillers face but he is barely fully cocked before Darth steps in and levels the strife slayer with a stiff shot from the aluminum pole of his own. Dropping the offending object and clutching his stomach as it envelopes DTG's weaponry, Desperado folds under his own weight.

Big Al: "Heh, first rule of the universe, never trust a sith."
Fuzz Jennings: "What?"
Big Al: "..."

Thomas body convulses as he erupts in a fit of laughter at the prone state of the challenger to his crown Desperado, though Darth doesn't see the funny side. Not sharing in the joke with Tommy the Psychotic Circus member takes a firm grip of the Alabama Natives gold locks and runs him the length of the ring to one of the two roped sides where he projects Walker up and over the cable boundary, his ascent short lived as he swiftly crashes to the padded concrete on the other side. Carny's lack of concern sees him crouching over the grumbling Walker and berating him through the squealing megaphone about his lack of finesse and inability to withstand the challenge posed by Darth while back in the ring Desperado is rising to a reception from the former champion. DTG drives the sole of his boot into the back of Despys skull before pulling him to a vertical base and pressing his back against the ropes, overhooking each of the Brooklyn stars arms over the top of which to expose his broad toned chest. Pulling his left arm as close to his own chest as is possible, the larger Fighty fighty person sends his hand forward cutting through the air at break neck speed. Slamming the palm of said hand into the former world champions exposed flesh, he leaves a very visible red hand print and garners a yelp of pain from the bookies favourite.

Freeing Desperados arms from the ropes, Darth hooks one loosely enough to propel his fellow finalist across the ring into the opposite set and rebound back again. trudging out to meet him in the center DTG extends his forearm to one side but is taken by surprise as Despy hastily leaps forth and turns himself side on to collide chest on chest with the bigger Fighty fighty person and take him to the mat. Quickly and cleverly Desperado immediately hooks That Guys legs and calls for a pin but the brawler manages to kick out before one. Back on the outside Tommy has managed to get to his feet but with no reason, other than to escape the attention layered on him by Carny, to get back into the ring he takes his time doing so. Shaking off the effects of being dumped from the ring and choosing a weapon from the many available on the outside seem more pressing issues for him. Finally settling one of the chain link dog leashes he burls it overhead and proceeds to sprint at Carny to chase the loudmouth manager off, the expletives raining through the megaphone as Asada flees for his life not fit for a family show. Letting the much smaller manager escape with his face intact, Walker drapes the chain over his shoulders and slide in the ring to Darth & Desp who are both risen and each holding the other by the collar slugging it out.

Big Al: "Why is it always that case in three-ways two of the Fighty fighty persons go and do their own thing and let the third guy jump in when he feels like it? Not taking anything away from Thomas but Darth and Desperado are experienced enough that they should know they have to stay on the guy."
Fuzz Jennings: "It's called getting lost in the moment Al, when you're embroiled in a fight with someone like DTG or Desp' you don't really have time to think about much else."
Big Al: "How the hell would you know?"

Crossing the ring in no time atall, the younger Walker squeezes himself in the gap between his two opponents as fast as his legs will carry him and raises an arm on either side to drive the ridge at his elbow into both Desperado and Darth That Guy's throats. Darth staggers while Despy goes down so Tommy hurriedly pulls the chain from his neck and wraps it round his right fist to use as a form of knuckleduster, very effectively infact as one shot from the ham fisted steel ball takes Darth to his knees before a second sees him spread horizontally across the mat. With little time to work with, the champ unclips the collar and slides it over Desperados neck before closing it again. Supported by nothing but the leather digging into his throat the former world champion is dragged to a vertical base by the coy Thomas Walker who seems to be deriving some sort of sick pleasure from seeing the pressure put on his opponents breathing. Tommy rattles off a few kicks to Darths back to keep the circus member down and give himself time to lead Desperado to one of the barbed wire nets replacing the ropes. Though facing fierce opposition from the former tag champion who trys with all he can muster to keep himself away from the sick barbs, TW somehow manages to roll the chain over and under the wire spikes several times before knotting it together.

Pacing back Walker stands just outwith Desperados reach so he can mock the strife slayer as he violently thrashes back and forth in vein attempts to get some sort of retribution, all the while being careful not to impale himself on the spikes sitting impatiently behind him. TW has his attention torn away from one challenger by the other who, which Tommy sees a second or two too late, hop-steps intoward him and tucks his right leg in next the other before extending it outward into the reigning champions stomach doubling the Alabama born Fighty fighty person over. Quickly getting himself over the black hearted champ, Darth pops Tommys shoulders up and links his own arms together under those of Walker. Dropping back first to the mat sees Thomas unprotected forehead slam into the thinly padded wood and jack back, evoking a gasp to emanate from the crowd before they erupt in applause. Darth rolls the prone champion onto his back sprawls across his chest, getting a count started by the referee.

To Be Continued

[Desperado]

The man officiating the match held his breath as the stench of the blood dripping from the competitors was foul and not very pleasant to the eyes or nose. His hand struck the match for the first call, followed by a quick second but before the third could be called, the high-flying hunk showed exactly the reason why he was called so as he vaulted off the substituted ropes, formed of barbed-wires, having escaped from their clutches to land on top of both members involved in the pin, breaking the fall in a theatrical fashion which brought a much awaited loud cheer from the crowd as the favorite had finally made his move.

The three competitors get back on to their feet one by one. The fiercest of the three and the favorite going into this match stalked both Thomas and Darth with the bead of his eye as he found the ground beneath his feet. If they made a move for him, he would be ready. Thomas and Darth seemed to be doing the same. They had already wasted enough energy so far in this match as it was. It was Darth who finished in the runner’s up spot leaving Thomas at the losing end and for that very reason found himself being tugged by the back of his trunks and through the middle rope and onto the cold concrete that ran the perimeter of the ring.

“And the current champion has just been flung out of the ring.”

“Now the big boys can play. Despy can get payback for that earlier attack from Darth. And it looks like he’s getting onto it right away.”

Desperado immediately sprung forward for the opportunity. With Darth’s back turned for the slight few seconds, Brooklyn’s Opportunist nicked a foot into the back of the former champion’s left knee, the leg buckling from the pressure and pain forcing Darth to drop onto one knee. Desperado slipped his hands in between Darth’s arms as he attempted a full nelson but his experienced opponent used his environment wisely, grabbing onto the ring-ropes before him with both hands, hanging on for dear life. Desperado continued to insist, tugging and pulling against Darth’s grip, trying to pry him away from the ropes of security. Daniels tried going for ‘Plan-B’ as he wrapped his arm around Darth’s neck and began choking the H-Games Finalist. The referee pulled against Desperado’s bicep, pleading for him to release the illegal hold. Eventually, James gave in to the combined force of the referee’s nagging and Darth’s persistence, ending his efforts but not without a parting gift. Desperado took a few strides back, picked his spot in the middle of Darth’s spine and then skipped forward with his right knee raised, driving it into the specified spot. A smile of satisfaction replaces the disappointment that had ridden Desperado’s face after both Plan-A and B failed.

Darth’s legs were suddenly pulled from beneath his feet as he was swept through the bottom rope and laid out onto the ground outside the ring. A couple of sharp boots to the stomach made sure he stayed down as an eager Thomas Walker returned to the ring for action. Desperado had watched with intent from within the ring, hoping the two could continue their bout and wear one another down but for some reason, he was the target in this match. It was something the former Imperial Champion had expected following his surprise victory over Vladimir this past week in the finals stage of this competition. Everyone wanted a shot at him now that he toppled the king’s reign and wanted to prove themselves. If they could beat the man who defeated Vladimir, then they too were on the same wavelength as the two GHW legends.

“Thomas wasn’t having any of the bullshit. They ain’t leaving him out of his own match.”

“Let’s see how he fares against someone of Desperado’s caliber.”

Thomas wasn’t happy with the fact Despy and Darth were keeping the match between the two and ignoring the fairly new addition to the GHW roster. He stood his ground for the short while, trying to think of a way to take down the Deadly & Dangerous superstar. The Road-killer made a quick dash for the baseball bat covered in barbs that lay a few feet besides him but Desperado had also been tracking that very weapon and upon the slightest movement from Thomas, the Demon Hunter was ready. Desperado’s right leg moved forward at the exact moment Walker’s hand clutched the weapon. The front of Despy’s black leather boot connected against the rib-cage of the crouching Thomas but his rival was just as quick and had struck the bat against Desperado’s left leg in unison. Desperado’s weight became too much for the single injured leg to carry and he found himself crashing to the ground meanwhile Thomas fell to the ground clutching his rattling rib-cage with both hands, the weapon released from his hands.

Desperado watches in anger and agony as the incisions in the skin of his left leg begin to fill up and pour out with crimson liquid. He wipes away the excess blood in an attempt to reduce the bleeding as he regains a stance. Thomas grabs hold of the bat again before Desperado can take another step forward. The step forward suddenly becomes a step back as Brooklyn’s Finest anticipates his antagonists move. Thomas keeps his eyes focused upon those of Daniels as he begins to get back on to his feet, the formidable weapon in his hand. Desperado looked around in search for something to use but knew better than try something stupid with his opponent in a more advantageous position. He saw something tweak in the Road-Killer’s eye, as if a signal of intent. Before the strike could be made, Desperado turned on his heel and slipped through the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring. Thomas went for the strike regardless, hoping to catch Desperado with the end of his barbs but his effort went in vain. The KotDM Champion rushed up to the ropes as Desperado took a few steps back, not willing to enter the ring whilst the weapon was stacked up against him.

“That shot from the bat Desperado so proudly carries has just given him a right hack on the leg and he’s not having any more of it. Desperado’s staying well clear from all of this.”

“Well he’ll have to confront it sooner or later. Perhaps he doesn’t want to cause any further damage to his body. We all know Desperado comes into matches like these with a game-plan.”

Desperado concern suddenly turned into a smile much to the confusion of Thomas. It was a little too late when he finally did realise as the aluminium pole hit across the champions head. The face of the Sith Lord becomes a blur as Thomas begins to ditz around the ring, dazed by the shot to the head but not willing to give in, he remains on his feet. He takes a wild swing but misses completely, giving way for Darth to take another hit, this time into the abdomen of the current champion. Thomas can longer hold his own and before Darth can bring his bat down for the third time, Thomas collapses to the canvas. The little bout allows Desperado to slip back into the ring again, taking hold of a chair as he does so but before he can make any use of the weapon, Darth had already disposed of Thomas and was ready for the Strife Slayer.

Desperado didn’t want to linger any longer. It was time for the action to get going. Without wasting any further time the Yankee rushed further, the front of the bat aimed for That Guy’s mid-section but the shot was blocked off by the metal pole in Darth’s hand. Desperado pulled his baseball bat back and went for another home-run but again the light-sabering skills of Darth seemed no match for the technically gifted superstar. Back and forth they went as if caught in a Star Wars moment, it was Darth however, who came out on top. His wielding of the pole was exceptional and after a parry off Despy’s bat, he struck the Deadly and Dangerous Superstar across the face with his elbow, catching him off balance. Desperado tried to get a shot in but Darth’s foot was too quick as it dug it into the pit of Despy’s stomach followed by a whack to the back of the Yanks head.

“Whoa! This dude has gone crazy. Darth’s swinging that pole like a light-saber. Maybe he’s a real Sith Lord after all.”

“He’s the former King of the Death-Match Champion; he’s bound to have some tricks up his sleeve.”

TBC...

[TPK]

That guy stands amidst the fallen bodies of his foes, a bloodthirsty stare on his face. The metallic tube hangs loosely at his side, his gaze shifting from opponent to opponent looking for the slightest movement. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees the stripped shirt official, a wicked smile crosses his face as he turns on his heels, and drives his bat towards the zebra's skull, stopping within inches of contact causing the official to jump back and yell angrily at the former King of the Deathmatch.

Big Al: See that fucker jump back, he's got Jedi reflexes...no wonder Darth took a swing at him. They are natural enemies you know, kinda like you and...women.

Fuzz: Hey now, I have plenty of luck with the ladies Big Al. Besides, that ref is no Jedi...I just have a very strong feeling about it.

As Darth slowly moves his bat away from the ref Despy stirs slowly behind him, the Brooklyn Born Bad Ass silently slinks to his feet, he then takes aim and unloads with a clenched right fist straight to the kidney of The Sith Lord, causing Darth's eyes to grow about two sizes larger from a mix of shock and intense pain. Despy then grabs Darth's shoulder preventing his forward progress and forcing him to spin around to face him, Despy at this point drives a big knee up into Darth's sternum driving much needed air from out of his body. With Darth almost at his beck and call Despy grabs a chunk of his hair and leads him towards the middle of the squared hell, at this point Despy scoops Darth up, slams him down, and follows quickly up by driving a stiff elbow downward into his chest. Meanwhile Thomas has taken this opportunity to take leave of the action and regain composure. Thomas turns to see Carny bounding towards him, megaphone in hand, he causes him to stop however when he threatens to take the megaphone and stick it someplace unpleasant if he came any closer. Carny flashes a shit eating grin, lifts the megaphone up, and hits the siren button before scampering backwards getting a chuckle from the crowd and a blank stare from Thomas. The Roadkiller then sees something that catches his fancy in Darth's "Kart-O-Goodies", Walker quickly snatches up an aluminum paint tray and slides in the ring behind Desperado. Thomas, knowing a good target when he sees one, holds the tray over head and then proceeds to bring it crashing down atop the Strife Slayer's cranium getting an "OOOOOOOO" from the fans.

Fuzz: Yeouch, I hope that's not lead based paint. Because I see some residue in that thing.

Big Al: I don't know that beating Vlad is such a good thing, this has proven nothing but bad for Desperado so far. Both the current, and former champ seemingly want Desperado taken out by their hand.

Fuzz: Yeah, that may be true...but you can't overlook the fact that Thomas Walker is the man standing tall with the King of the Deathmatch belt around his waist. That is after all what this tournament has been about, really anybodies guess who the biggest target in this thing is.

Walker now holds the aluminum tray, now with a head sized dent in it, out to the side with both hands, waiting to see if one shot was going to be enough. Desperado simply lowers his head and spins to face Thomas, almost immediately getting a shot to the face from the tray, The Brooklyn Native cringes and steps back almost tripping over Darth in the process. Thomas Walker goes to deliver one last shot but falls short as Despy instead punches the tray sending it flying outside of the ring. Desperado, looking to seize his chance, wraps his arms around Thomas' waist, he goes to lift Walker into the air but a pair of hands smash together with Desperado's head in the middle. As both palms of Thomas Walker nail Desperado in the ear, Desperado drops him and staggers away dizzily. With Desperado neutralized for the time being, Thomas turns his attention to the rising Sith Lord. Walker balls up his fist and brings it crashing down into the side of DTG's face, That Guy reacts violently, rising abruptly to his feet and ramming shoulder first into Thomas, driving him back first into row after row of sharp metallic barbs. Thomas grimaces and the crowd groans as he pulls away from the ropes, barbs ripping at his flesh as he moves away from them. Darth starts to go for another shoulder ram but Thomas craftily moves to the side, this causes Darth to fly to the outside of the ring where he nearly crashes into his own manager.

Big Al: Crafty little bastard, I will give him that much. That guy had murder on the mind but Thomas Walker didn't bite. One move to the side and it's barbed wire city for That Guy. I know that had to scrape at least a little as he passed through.

Fuzz: That's what she said...what? I had to, a set up like that...you bet your ass. But on a more serious note, yeah I have to agree with that, you don't fly through that much barbed wire unharmed. Darth will definitely have some nifty scars from that exchange.

The Sith Lord is a bit scratched up from this, but thanks to the shirt he was wearing it took most of the damage. That guy pulls himself to a stand and glaces at Carny, back at the ring, and then to the cart. Rather than go for a weapon he folds his arms against his chest and leers at Thomas who begins daring him to climb back into the squared circle. Meanwhile Desperado has pulled himself back together and has positioned himself behind Thomas. As if able to sense what's about to go down Thomas turns to face his fate, Desperado hoists Thomas up onto his shoulders, turns one hundred and eighty degrees, and falls to his back slamming The King of the Deathmatch into the canvas with a defining thud. Years of experience scream at Desperado, beckoning him to cover Walker, the ref sees the pin and slides easily into position beside the two men. His hand flies up into the air and drills the mat once, he yells "ONE!" His hand goes back up for a second time, but just as his hand hits the mat Walker manages to roll his shoulder up and break the pin attempt at a two.

Big Al: Two count in the ring, meanwhile Darth's gone to his weapon cache and he's got...wait is that, is that an Emmy Award? Where on earth did he get "that"?

Fuzz: No telling, though now adays they'll give them out to just about anybody. It's become quite ridiculous to be honest.

TBC

[Thomas Walker]

Desperado clambers off Tommy and out the ring, setting Darth in the center of his eyeline before lifting a broken section of a glass table and beckoning the sith lord to meet him. Looking at his own weapon Darth would be a fool not to notice it is heavily outmatched so he hands the award off to Carny to free himself to rummage amongst the cart of dreams once more and come up with a ceramic flower pot, free of greenery ofcourse. Approaching one another, the two more experienced of the three competitors stop only a few feet from each other and each survey their opponents condition for apparent weaknesses--Desperados torn leg stands out above all else so without warning Darth plants the sole of his boot on the ripped flesh sending shockwaves of sharp pain coursing through the deadly & dangerous superstars impressive six foot three frame. Repeating this three times over he forces the uncrowned king to his knees in a desperate attempt to get something, anything, in between That Guy and his injured limb. A desire which Darth happily complies with and turns his attention to Despy's head, slamming the thick clay pot across the apex of the enthusiastic Strife Slayers dome. Surprisingly given the deadly force it was driven down with, the pot cracks but doesn't shatter though the same rigid resolve isn't mirrored by the prospective champion, on his knees stemming a light trickle of blood seeping from beyond his hairline downwards over his eyes.

To some it'd look like Darth has time to breathe and relax a little but the former champion knows complacency is the reason he let the title slip through his fingers the last time, an unfortunate series of events he will do anything to assure won't repeat themselves tonight. To his right a dazed Thomas Walker crawls to the rings edge and pushes his upper body between the middle and bottom ropes so he can take a grip of That Guy by the collar but before he can make any sort of fight the sith lord echoes the shot on Desperado by shattering the damaged flower casing on Walkers cranium. A dust cloud of clay particles engulfs both men causing Darth to cover his eyes and back away, Tommy on the other hand limply slumps forward across the bottom rope. The split flesh spills blood at an alarming rate, soaking the champs face and the concrete below in a matter of seconds. Given no time to bask in the decimation of his acclaimed opponent, That Guy returns to Desperado as the Brooklyn brawler is staggering to a vertical base--Darth cups the scruff of his neck and seizes hold of the waist line on his black trunks to roll him in the ring. Snatching the glass plate Despy earlier tried to bring into play, the Psychotic Circus' muscle follows him into the four sided circle. DTG stalks his opponent around the weapon strewn ring as the deadly and dangerous superstar staggers back and forth trying to find a comfortable footing.

Big Al: "That Guy has taken firm control of the match and he looks set to finish Desperado off right here."
Fuzz Jennings: "The former champion definitely looks like he's enroute to reclaiming the title."

Desperado stops on the spot, albeit unsteady on his feet, and stares out into the crowd. His eyes widen and his cheek muscles twitch as he straightens up, seemingly sensing the imposing threat leering over him. That Guy quickly bursts forward with the jagged glass pane cocked back behind him but his diabolical plans to terminate Despy's involvement in the match are quashed when the match favorite throws himself to the mat, letting Darth pass seamlessly over the top of him on a collision course with the striped official. Once again stopping inches from the authority figure he smirks as the unremarkable worker recedes into himself in fear. The nagging velleity to hurt anyone in sight, involved in the match or not, holds his attention long enough for the quickly recovering Desperado to throw one arm up between the dark rulers legs and pull him to the mat--driving his elbow into the more aggressive Fighty fighty persons groin in the process. The referee drops into position and checks That Guys shoulders before banging his hand against the mat once, raising his hand again and signaling the first count. Darth struggles violently to kick out but the surprise and panic gripping him coupled with Despys 228 pounds manages to keep his back pinned to the mat long enough for a second count by the ref before throwing James off from ontop of him.

Despite being on the backfoot not ten seconds prior, Darth is first back to his feet though he is joined there by Desperado in a heartbeat so has no chance whatsoever to take any sort of advantage. Not only does the Brooklyn star rise with him, he thrusts upwards--Tommys toolbox in hand--and slams the metal container into the sith lords jaw. The recoil effect catapults the messiah of the dark side back into the wire barbs, wincing in agony as they hungrily tear flesh the length and breadth of his back even through his shredded attire. He calls out for help but a half hearted rescue attempt by Carny is cut off before it starts with a few choice words of advice from Desperado. Rattling the already potentially shattered jaw of That Guy with a series of stiff right hands, Despy has plans to spare no part of his adversaries body from the torment he endured earlier. Plans he puts into effect by taking the tensed arms of former champ Darth and wrapping them round the top layer of spikes, then repeating the motion further down to DTG's partially exposed legs. The pain is unbearable but for now, his movement heavily restricted by the bloodhungry barbs, all he can do is try to focus on formulating an escape route. With one opponent down, for the time being, Desperado is free to vent all his aggression on Tommy and hopefully get the win he feels he deserves.

Fuzz Jennings: "Despite having a bigger target on his back than ever after beating Vlad, Desperado seems to be taking this match in his stride."
Big Al: "For now. All it takes is one second, one maneuver and BAM the momentum changes. I'll reserve judgement on who deserves to have won this til this thing is over, Desperado has the advantage now but in the blink of an eye it could change, BAM!"
Fuzz Jennings: "Why are you yelling?"

With time to spare, Brooklyns son pulls the champ from his prone position on the rope to the center of the ring where he lays Walker on his back staring up at the florescent lights. Foolishness, arrogance, anger? Whatever his motive, Desperado surprises the audience by not going for a pinfall at a time where (it'd seem atleast) there is nothing to stop him from getting the three. Instead he fetches the toolkit he used to practically decapitate That Guy and struggles in through the dented casing, eventually opening it to reveal an array of items more suited from a builders yard than a wrestling ring. Fishing through the dozens of tools he eventually pulls out only three items: A staple gun, a spirit level and a small tube of superglue. The latter is the first he chooses to use. Breaking the seal with his teeth he spits the lid across the ring before smearing most of the gel inside the small tube onto each of Tommys hands and squeezing the rest on a rear section of his golden locks. To no resistance whatsoever from Walker' Desperado holds the champs left hand on the back of his head til it sticks then pressing his right hand ontop of that. Slapping down the quick rising champ he slams the in and out sides of his right hand into either side of Thomas' face to rouse the younger Walker brother into battle.

While Desperado watches Tommy struggle to get to a vertical base without the use of his hands, on the outside of the ring Carny is able to follow Darths orders unmolested. Scurrying to the shopping cart he fetches a pair of bolt cutters and proceeds to crop away the mesh of wire barbs connected to the southern most turn post. As the last snaps free from its bounds, the spiked wire loses all rigidity and That Guy is free to fall to the mat, albeit still entangled in the the deadly rope replacement. Cutting away the links at the other side of the jagged strips allows Carny to usher the bloodied Darth up the aisle where he begins the laborious duty of removing each of the barbs without further bursting of the skin. For this he has the aid of a pair of gardening gloves found within the cart though its still a painstaking process.

Big Al: "This is exactly what I was telling you was going to happen earlier Fuzzy, Desperado is wasting time on Thomas. He could have won the match and THEN did this but now Darth is free and he has to deal with two of them again."

Tommy staggers across the ring, confused as to why his hands are locked in place behind his head and barely able to see through the blood congealed over his eye lids. Looking up he sees Desperado laughing at him but he knows without the use of his arms any chances he may have in battle will be practically eliminated so instead of charging headlong into a fight he tries to pull his hands free but the searing pain that tears through his skull as he yanks his arms back is too much so he relents. Daniels knows Thomas can do little to defend himself so he confidently swaggers up to the champion and spits in the Alabama natives face before rapidly hooking both arms behind Walkers back and hoisting him from the mat. Dropping to his own knees, Despy forces the roadkiller into the ring floor--his upper back and head (or more appropriately his hands) taking the bulk of the damage as they bounce off the hard wood. Again, inexplicably, The Desperado doesn't try for a pinfall and instead pulls Thomas to his feet once more. Leading him to the roped side of the ring he uses a firm grip on Walkers fringe to keep him standing up straight. Offering a sly smile to the champion, Desperado bends his knees and contracts himself to as tight a ball as possible before shooting upwards and slamming his balled right fist into TW's jaw with a violent uppercut that has been known to render opponents unconscious on occasions past.

The blow doesn't knock Thomas out but it might as well have, his lights are on but truly no-one is home. The champions only support is the set of ropes behind him, austerely planned by Desperado to stop the roadkiller from going down, he obviously has a more permanent end in mind for Thomas. Our apparent soon-to-be champion has backed away to the middle of the ring where he watches Walkers every move from one knee, waiting for his barely conscious opponent to be unfortunate enough to unwittingly stagger in his direction. Setting that ball in motion, Tommy's body convulses forward off the ropes and he slowly traverses the space between the two active competitors. Almost within range to pounce, Desperado can hardly contain his excitement (physically expressed by repeatedly banging his fists on the mat). Straightening up to jump for the signature end to most of his matches, the deadly & dangerous superstar hears rustling behind him but is only able to turn in time to see Darths torn face snarling at him before doing that which Desperado was shooting for himself. Leaping forth That Guy hooks his opponents head and leads his body directly to the mat, driving Despys face directly into the lightly padded mat.

Fuzz Jennings: "DKO! DKO! DKO! DKO!"

Having took an overdose of his own medicine Desperado fails to move, simply laying where he fell--face buried in the canvas, back arched and legs ajar. Even the assailant seems pretty spent following the potential match ending maneuver having spent an unholy length of time wrapped up in the vicious barbed wire ropes. Thomas is the last man left standing but only momentarily, before long his legs give way and he himself crumbles to the mat, leaving the referee and fans alike to look on in awe at the fact these men are even clinically alive after such punishment. The crowd show their appreciation with a simple but resounding chant of the three letters for which these three men have put themselves through hell: G.H.W.

To Be Continued

[Desperado]

The match had taken another unexpected turn in momentum. That was what triple threat matches were meant to be fought. The fans were waiting all night for the final match of a thrilling Code Blue to commence and boy was the wait worth it. So far they hadn’t been disappointed. The three finalists lay down on the ground, exhausted, worn out; unable to get back onto their feet. Despite the cheering, Desperado remains knocked out after finding himself on the receiving end of the DKO. That Guy forces himself up into a kneeling position before throwing his arm over Despy for a cover.

The referee makes the call, ... One ... Two ... Desperado gets the shoulder up before the third count can be made. The fans are enthralled by the resilience of their favourite as he survives his own deadly manoeuvre. Meanwhile, Thomas had begun to stir and once again realised his hands were immobilized, stuck to the back of his head. He pulls against the force that has them glued in place but stops immediately as the pain of his hair being pulled from their roots is too unbearable. The younger member of Road-Kill begins to panic, having become fully aware of the troublesome situation he was in. Without the use of his hands, there was little to no chance he would be able to defend the title his brother had carried for him.

“Looks like Thomas has got himself in a sticky situation.”

“Ha-ha. Yes, indeed he has. What a bizarre circumstance. I wonder if he’ll be able to get himself out of it.”

“At this rate, he’ll be pulling his hair out before he gets anywhere.”

“Hah, that’s two in a row for you. But seriously, you should stop now. Anymore and you’ll tear the joke apart.”

“We can always use the glue on Thomas’ hands to stick it back together.”

“I told you, you were gonna blow it.”

“Come on, that works. Like you said tear and I said glue...”

“...”

After an agonizing few seconds and a whole lot of willpower, the KotDM Champion is finally able to free his hands from one another however the problem remains with his other hand still stuck against his locks. His eyes come across the tool box as he tries to conjure up a way to get out of this mess. Thomas carefully leaves the ring beneath the bottom rope, organising the movement of his body and hands to make sure he doesn’t receive any damage from the barbs. Taking a sharp blade from within the toolbox, Thomas takes it to the golden tresses he so proudly combed every morning and finger by finger, released his hand from his head, taking chunks of hair with it before finally pulling his palm free with sheer power. A groan of sheer pain is released from deep within Tom Walker’s throat as he tries to deal with the pain.

“And he’s finally ‘cut’ himself loose.”

“...”

“Seriously, you don’t find that funny. You just don’t have any sense of humor”

Back in the ring, Darth had began dishing out a beating on Desperado once again, following up from the not so effective DKO from earlier on, although it had done enough damage for Desperado to still not have fully recovered from it. The man billed from a Galaxy Far Far Away, trapped his foe’s head below his right arm with both his opponent’s arms hooked within his own. Letting the natural force of gravity run its course, Darth simply tilted his weight on to his back foot and embraced his body to meet the canvas flooring of the ring whilst he buried Desperado’s head within it. What followed on from this was more than delusional, it was plain out stupid but something the Dark Sith Lord felt he must do. Lifting Brooklyn’s finest to his feet; he dragged the Strife Slayer toward the corner of the ring before placing him against the turnbuckle. Revealing his right hand in a mysterious manner, Darth takes it toward the neck of his rival as if he were about to choke him, however he stops a few inches short and begins to distort the shape of his hand as if he were actually choking Desperado through some kind of force. The audience weren’t quite sure what to expect for Desperado wasn’t stirring and it was hard to tell whether the unlikely possible and supernatural manoeuvre was actually working or not.

“That’s the Sith Choke right there. Desperado’s in a real mess right now. I don’t think he’ll last much longer.”

“Are you serious? He’s not really doing anything. That move is nothing but a foolish tactic employed by Darth to fool the audience into believing he has some sort of force. Pfft.”

“But he does though...”

“...”

Thomas had re-emerged into the ring and put himself back in with a shot to walk out of this match with the gold strapped around his waist. Strolling in behind the Sith Lord unnoticed, he utilized the blade he had used to give himself a hair-cut to shred the back of That Guy. Turning to face the man who once again drew the dark crimson blood from his body, Darth quickly struck his palm into the Champion’s face whilst the surrounding fingers grasp tightly around it. His phalanges force themselves against the frame of Walkers features like a vice, before squeezing against it; digging their way through the skin and against the bones that form his face. The pain forces Thomas a few feet back but the razor in his hand allows him to break free of this unusual but painful hold as he slices it against the former KotDM Champion’s forearm. Darth releases his fingers and pulls his hand away to reveal five deep red scars in the Road-Killer’s face. Thomas was ready for the counter-attack as he disposed of the weapon and instead resorted to wrestling, pushing forward his toe into That Guy’s gut before executing a front-face lock. He follows up by draping the right arm of his opponent over his shoulder before hoisting him in the air as if intending to implement a suplex. The Alabama man holds Darth in mid-air for a moment as he shifts the Sith Lord around. The force then comes down on Darth as Thomas sends him crashing down into the mat.

The KotDM Champion is in two minds, whether to attempt a pinfall or not. He decides to go for the latter as he notices the deadly and dangerous superstar missing from the spot he had earlier possessed. Looking around the ring and surveying the outside area, Thomas becomes paranoid as his opponent is nowhere to be seen. Little does he know, Desperado is crouched; hiding against the curtain of the ring below the apron. As Thomas glances past him unaware of his hiding position, Desperado carefully slips in behind him and remains on all fours, his body lifted off the floor via his fists. The smile of a predator is drawn on his face as he hounds his prey like a demon sent from hell. Thomas finally makes a full 360 degree’s turn to face the direction where he had missed Desperado’s hidden frame and upon doing so falls for the Yankee’s plan and victim to the most unpredictable and painful maneuver in Desperado’s arsenal, the DKO. The leap was precisely timed through years of practice, the execution was perfect and Desperado experience and superiority was beaming just like the smirk on his face.

“He’s got him. Desperado has just nailed Thomas Walker, the current GHW King of the Death-match champion with a DKO. I don’t see any way out of this one Al. Do you?”

“I don’t think Thomas has it in him to go through all the wear and tear he’s received through-out this match, despite being in a more favorable position compared to his opponent’s. Unless Darth can somehow regain consciousness and break the count, according to my book this match is over.”

This was it; game, set and match. He’d waited for the right moment, biding his time to drop the final bomb and before him lay his opponent, knocked out, immobilized, his mind floating in a world of its own. All that stood before his crowning as the new king of GHW were three seconds, three measly seconds that the referee had to confirm for the match to be officially declared over and he be crowned the winner. When Desperado had returned to GHW a few months ago, he had not expected things to turn out so well. He had risen through the ranks, defeated the best in the business and found himself in the final stage of the most ruthless and hardcore games known to man.

The self-proclaimed new king dropped to his knees beside the laid out body of his rival and sprawled himself over the unconscious superstar for the cover. The man in black and white was already in position. Having witnessed enough carnage for one night, the befoul smell of the blood becoming a nauseas gas to those that were in its presence. The hand of god came down to call the first strike. The referee raised it and struck it down a second time. He raised it once more for the final time to call it a day and mark out the end of Code Blue. In that moment, that split second, that smallest of milliseconds, the world showed its true colors and displayed the harsh reality of the unexpected and unknown. The arena was suddenly engulfed in darkness; the lighting went down, the sound of the commentary died; only the pitch black abyss remained. As if the arena had entered a time shift and was frozen in a parallel universe for a brief moment in time. The sound of confused spectators breaks the silence just before the lighting returns to its almighty glow, unfazed by the sudden blackout it experienced. The fans, the commentators, referees and even the camera-men all look around in utter and complete confusion.

“What in the world just happened? Desperado had the match won yet somehow, ... somehow the lighting switched off. What kind of sick conspiracy is this?”

“Not only that, it seems somebody has interfered in the match and knocked Desperado out cold. There is a steel chair placed besides him and I’m sure that dent was caused by a connection with Desperado’s head.”

The three men lay grounded once again as an exasperated and enraged audience looks on in bewilderment. Unaware of what had gone down in the ring in that momentary black out.

TBC ...

[TPK]

The three men all looking smashed to hell limit movement for a moment, the fans now buzzing in an attempt to figure out what just happened. The ref even looks like he's out of it right now, but quickly comes to and gets back to a stand as Darth begins to stir and attempt a stand mere moments later.

Big Al: What the hell? Who turned out the lights, don't get me wrong...I like that the match will go on, but what the hell was that all about? Somebody obviously doesn't want Desperado to win this thing.

Fuzz: That is complete bullshit. Desperado should by all rights be the NEW champion as we speak, somebody stole the victory from him and I for one don't like that.

Big Al: Ah man up ya sissy, it's wrestling this kind of shit can and WILL happen.

Darth, rather than getting to a stand, crawls over and plops down on top of Despderado. The ref quickly slides into position and implements his count. His hand strikes the mat once, twice, but just as he starts his descent for a third time Despy's instincts kick in and he rolls his shoulder up off of the match breaking the pin. Darth rolls off of The Brooklyn Native's chest and onto the mat. All three men breath heavily, each of them finally start to move around. Darth is the first to his feet, young Walker rather than standing rolls under the bottom rope, where he lands in a kneeling position down by the apron where he catches his breath. At this point the Code Blue crowd goes crazy, a "Despy Rules" chant quickly filling the arena. This stirs something in the seasoned vet, Desperado slithers up to his hands and knees, almost hissing at Darth as he does this. That Guy leers at the fan favorite and goes to throw a punch but gets knocked back by the body of Desperado as he pops up and throws all of his weight into Darth. Darth staggers back slightly but recoils right back towards Despy, this however was unwise as Desperado was ready for him. Desperado lays into Darth's gut with a loaded right fist that bends him over, he then places both hands on the back of Darth's head and slams a knee up into the right cheek of Darth knocking him back and cutting his face open a bit more in the process.

Fuzz: Desperado, getting back into his stride. But he needs to remember he's also fighting Thomas Walker here. The whole time he's laying into Darth, Thomas is getting more and more time to recover.

Big Al: Thomas doesn't NEED to recover, he's the champ here. He can end this match right now if he wanted, but I do agree Desperado really needs to keep an eye on him. Those Walker Boys sure are a crafty brood.

Back on the outside of the ring Thomas has spotted his trusty tool box and starts to dig around, he takes out one entire tray full of fishing hooks and lures and flings them at the ring, making sure to keep a grip on the tray thus causing only the lures and hooks to land on the mat. Thomas then sees something in the box that catches his eye, he reaches in and comes out with a can of WD-40. The fans chuckle a bit, this causes Walker to raise an eyebrow and slide into the ring. He points the can at Desperado and waits, as soon as The Yankee turns around he is met with a face full of WD-40 that instantly blurs his vision. Thomas takes full advantage and lands a strong boot to Desperado's gut, getting the desired result Thomas then scoops Desperado up onto his shoulder and aims him at the pile of lures and hooks, he then slams Desperado back fist into the mat driving the fishing equipment up into his back shooting torrents of pain through his body. Desperado quickly sits up off of the mat, arching his back out and letting out a howl of sheer pain. Walker, wanting to make Desperado suffer for his little glue trick, slams his shin into Despy's chest flooring him once again. Walker then leaps up into the air and brings all two hundred and twenty five pounds down on Desperado's chest driving the hooks further into the flesh.


Big Al: Ah holly shit, did you see that? Desperado has got to be in pain right now. Those hooks are digging in and they don't seem to be coming out soon.

Fuzz: Yeah, I imagine he now knows what a fish feels like. He'll never look at fishing the same way again, that's for sure.

Big Al:...

Walker remains atop Desperado, the ref slides over catching a stray hook to the right knee, he winces a bit and manages to start his count only to see Desperado kick out at a one count. Thomas curses under his breath and gets to his feet, Despy follows close behind and glares angrily at Walker. His gaze, however, is broken away as Darth moves behind Desperado and grabs the end of one the lures, he then rips it forcefully from The New Yorker's back taking a hunk of flesh in the process. Despy winces in pain as Darth is able to remove one more lure by force. As Desperado turns to face Darth he is leveled by a devastating lariat. Darth, seeing Walker still standing, opts out of the pin attempt and instead focuses on Thomas. Thomas feints a run at Darth, Darth takes the bait and is off guard just long enough for Walker to jump into the air and wrap himself around Darth taking him down. Walker then begins to lay into The Sith Lord's face with a stinging barrage of left and right fists, each one more powerful than the last. Walker ends his combo by driving the top of his head down to meet the bridge of That Guy's nose getting a small trickle of blood from the inside of the nose. Walker then shifts his position on Darth and goes for a quick cover. The ref gets down into position and begins his count with authority.

Big Al: Darth can probably kick out of this one, only question is...will he?

ONE!

Fuzz: Well, if Desperado has a say in any of it he won't have a say. He is within range, all he has to do is make one short jump and the pin is broken.

TWO!

Just as predicted by Fuzz, Desperado manages to pull Walker off of Darth just in the nick of time negating his pin attempt in the process. Darth sits up and rubs his nose as Despy and Thomas argue back and forth. Carny signals to Darth and then quickly throws him a pair of pliers, Darth holds them and plays opossum while the other men argue amongst themselves, unaware of what just transpired. The Vet and The KotDM Champ both now rise to their feet, rather than continue the argument however Desperado takes Thomas down by locking in a double underhook, lifting Thomas into the air, and throwing him over head where he lands on his side before rolling back under the bottom rope. Desperado then turns to Darth and approaches him quickly, he bends down and grabs some hair, he then starts to pull That Guy up but is stopped by a surge of pain. Unseen by Desperado Darth snaked around the pliers and gripped one of the hooks with the pliers, Darth then pulls slowly away from the skin, Desperado's eyes fill with water as the pain becomes almost too much to handle. That guy at this point rips the hook out and shoves Desperado down to the mat, That Guy now towers over Desperado, the bloody pliers now holding the hook that was in Desperado mere moments earlier.

Fuzz: Oh sweet Jesus, that is just gruesome. Look at those pliers, that is his opponent's flesh dangling off of the hook, it's his blood that have stained those pliers red. Darth must REALLY want that belt back.

Big Al: I don't know about that, I think he just likes to cause pain. He's a sick sick man...and you really gotta love him for it, it also really ups his chances in this kind of environment. Though at this point it's really anyone's game.

TBC

[Thomas Walker]

Darth gets to one knee over the deadly & dangerous superstar seemingly getting ready to try for the fall but Desperado has no such luck, That Guy is merely getting himself in a prime position to inflict more pain. Opening the pliers as far as they'll go, the fish hook drops to the mat before Darth can drive the metal tool into the crotch seam of Despys trunks, clamping the metal teeth into what may lie below and applying pressure with both hands. The fan favourite wriggles and writhes in agony, kicking his legs and bucking back and forth Desperado struggles violently to free the family jewels but DTG squeezes the handles tighter. Meanwhile, a battered and bruised Thomas Walker drops from the apron to the floor below and staggers around the ring--careful to avoid the bundles of barbed wire left behind by the former champion. Reaching the Kart-O-Goodies he pulls out several nonsensical items (A Bra, can of coke, notebook, etc) and discards them into the crowd before stumbling across some more serious items.

Big Al: "That Darth is one crazy sumbitch!"

The champ notices Carny slowly approaching behind, a string of barbed wire in his glove covered hands, so before Asada can fulfill whatever devious notion he has in mind Walker pulls a cookie tray from the cart and slams it down across the managers dome knocking his lights clean out before dropping the metal sheet. Frustrated by the lack of items to his taste, Tom pours them all to a bundle on the floor and resolves to use the cart itself though his time to do so effectively would seem to have ran out as That Guy, leaving Desperado center stage to plunder the mess that is his tattered nether regions, comes barreling out the ring and immediately to the roadkiller. The former champion is half a step too slow though and Tommy uses his own speed against him by delivering a stiff knee shot to Darths gut while he's still in motion, bringing him tumbling face first into the cart. Yanking the Psychotic Circus enforcer up by his hair the Alabama native bundles his fallen foe into the cart and proceeds to wheel him up to the top of the ramp. Turning 180 Thomas carefully positions the weapon of destruction on line with the turnpost facing the walkway. Picking his heels up to a sprint the rookie king guns it past the fans at either side til maybe six/seven feet from the ring where he releases the cart and lets gravity do the rest. Darth can do nothing but look on and pray for a relatively safe landing as his carriage batters into the ring. The front buckles and compacts around his already shredded legs while the back bounces up and propels the upper half of his body from the wreckage before once again Sir Issac Newton spits in his face by forcing him to slam down into the metal grid once more. Once settled, the waves sent through the cart by the impact see way for two of the four wheels to break off and the trolly to keel over to one side.

Fuzz Jennings: "We haven't seen much in part of wrestling from the Walker brothers as of yet but they certainly know how to pick apart their opponents and the rule books."
Big Al: "Ofcourse they do, they wouldn't be the kings of the deathmatch if they didn't know how to decimate opponents and the matches they've had so far haven't called for wrestling as we usually know it, they've called for brutality and that is exactly what the brothers have given us. When the time comes I have every confidence they'll be willing and able to go toe to toe with any of our other top guys in a straight wrestling match."
Fuzz Jennings: "Well I'm glad YOU have faith..."

Thomas looks to the ring and sees Desperado is still down so seeking revenge for his tattered locks the encumbered champion takes one of the light bulb boards and slides it under the bottom rope into the ring. Starting to pull himself up to the apron with the ropes a thought hits the Walker brother and he drops back down. Mouthing to the crowd "You'll love this" Tommy lifts the tarp covering the space below the ring and produces a kitchen sink, basic in its set up with hot and cold taps, a small basin and a side panel for drying dishes but there is more: within the belly lies two unsprung mouse traps. Taking the weapon with him he finally joins a slowly rising Despy in the center of the ring. For lack of any graspable hair Tom clenches the deadly and dangerous stars forehead to hold him in position for beration and a number of stiff right punches, re-exposing part clotted wounds letting the blood run free. Tending to the bulb board, Walker balances it at a downward angle from the ringpost furthest back from the ramp before fetching the challenger to his crown and holding him upright inches from the tough glass . Draping Despys right arm over his shoulders, Tommy hoists the fan favourite from the mat and takes a step back to give himself some room to maneuver. Lunging forward once more the Alabama born star drives his adversaries back into the light fittings, the unmistakable shatter of glass cuts the tense air in the arena not too mention splintering the wholes left by Darths fish hooks moments earlier.

Almost like a childrens puzzle, the large gashes on the Brooklyn stars back link the dots left in the pin cushion that was his skin. Not content with the damage done so far Tommy lifts him in an identical fashion to before and repeats the cycle of torment, further lacerating the former tag champions flesh though its notable that this time the shattering sound is replaced by a more crunching effect as only the jagged stubs of the bulbs are in place. Relenting for the time being Tom lets James' broken body crumble into the glass shards as he returns to his kitchen sink. Watching Despy pull himself from the rubble our fiendish champion steps forward and fires the metal underside into the challengers stomach before first pulling it upward to connect under Desperados chin, then pulling it back down again onto the top of the strife slayers dome. The deadly and dangerous superstar doesn't drop to the mat but his legs to bend under him and his balance is levied enough to cause him to staggers across the ring--only stopping when he hits the ropes. Putting out a clearly forced laugh, Tommy follows Despy the length of the ring and stalks the fan favourite with the sink drawn at his side ready to strike again as soon as the man turns.

Fuzz Jennings: "He's throwing everything at him but the kitchen sink...OH WAIT...Ha ha!"
Big Al: "You're not funny you know? I know YOU think you are but I can guarantee no-one else laughed at that."

Before Tommy can shatter Despy's skull though his attention is snatched away by a searing pain wracking his spinal column as That Guy slams a two foot long metal poker across the young Walkers back. Dropping to one knee, Thomas cries out in pain but his wretched calls go unanswered and instead Darth runs at Desperado as he turns and uses the pole stretched across his arm to add force to the stiff forearm shot to the Brooklyn star that bends the top rope below him and allow his torn body to tumble to the apron then further to the mat covered floor. With Tommy completely at his mercy Darth has time to decide what route he wishes to take, musing between weapons in the ring as Walker can do little but crawl back--knowing full well That Guy could very well end the match with his poker. Eventually settling on a thumbtack chair he raises it high overhead for the crowd to see before pointing it at Thomas and toying with him, telling him to get up. Carefully and cautiously Walker obliges, all-the-while pleading with the sith lord for some form or mercy but even he knows its futile but that doesn't stop him trying to prevent the inevitable as when Darth lunges into drive the spiked chair into his already crimson painted head he dives to one side and lets the metal seat bounce off the top rope though Darth simply repositions himself and tries again. Again Thomas manages to preserve his fragile skull from further damage and the chair hits the top pad of the turnpost behind him and gets stuck. That Guy pulls at the chair to free it but before he can get it free Walker is on him from behind unleashing rights and lefts.

More annoyed than hurt by Tommys attack Darth pushes back and sends Walker tumbling back to the center. He's quick to his feet but when there That Guy tries once more to use his sith powers but this time, it'd seem atleast, they are working. Holding his right hand out, everytime he contracts his fingers Tom clenches his throat and gasps--coughing and spluttering his face starts to take a shade of red and it looks very possible that the air is being choked from him. Darth twists his hand inward and balls his fist, pulling it towards himself has a mirror effect on Walker who slowly traverses the ring to the Psychotic Circus enforcer.

Big Al: "You've got to be kidding me..."
Fuzz Jennings: "Told you he had powers Al!"
Big Al: "...Shut up Colin!"

Darth is as shocked as anyone that his move is having an effect but he persists until Thomas is within kicking distance, literally. Having got inside the siths defenses Tommy drops the act and releases his throat before swinging his right leg vertically upwards into the challengers groin, flooring the PC member. The champ taps his temple with his index finger while flashing a coy smile to the livid fans who respond in kind with a tirade of boos.

Big Al: "You were saying Colin?"

To Be Continued

[Desperado]

The crafty and cunning Thomas watches as Darth doubles over and collapses from the pain, the smirk on his face nothing less than despicable, leading the Sith Lord on to believe he actually had the power of the force. Just to stay on the safe side, Thomas lands both his knee’s into That Guy’s chest, crushing the upper-body with the pain shearing through to the lungs of the darksider prior to covering his suffering body for the pin. Darth is in recovery mood, still groaning and in no position to push the 225 pounds of Thomas Walker off of himself. The referee was eager to end this and had called two counts in quick succession. Fortunately for Darth, the fans and himself, Desperado was lurking beside the turnbuckle and in similar fashion to that in the beginning phase of this match, Desperado jumped onto the ropes and using them as a springboard to launch himself through the air like a missile to crash land on top of both his opponent’s to break the fall.

“Even at this latter stage of the match, the athleticism and agility of Desperado is still sparkling. You have to admit, this guy is in the form of his life.”

“It’s all about the fitness. Desperado has been training dearly for the past few months and it’s shown in the ring during his participation of the Hardcore Games.”

Desperado drags Thomas by his glue covered hair, taking him off That Guy and throws him into the center of the ring. As Despy approaches the fallen champ, Thomas pounces forward and throws a right fist into the challenger’s face, rattling Desperado’s teeth and flooring him in the process. The Brooklyn Homie sends a stern look toward his antagonist as he gets to his feet, emitting a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the ground as he does so; not taking his eyes off Thomas throughout. The Huntsville resident replies with a shallow smirk as he casually regains his own stance, inviting Desperado to a one-on-one bout. The fans let out a huge cheer as the prospect comes to their mind. With no weapons in hand, the two middle-weights were going to fist it out.

Desperado lunges forward without warning and using his arsenal of Mixed-Martial Arts skills, he goes in for a hard low kick, one that Thomas anticipates and avoids through a timed jump back. Desperado follows back with the same leg and upon Walker’s landing he swipes the ground from beneath his feet. Before James can act upon the opportunity, the grounded Alabaman traps Despy’s legs within his own and invites the former Imperial to the ground beside, an invitation Daniels is forced to accept. Thomas immediately spins around onto his knees and dives an elbow across Desperado’s chest but the agile veteran rolls away from the attempted strike just before the connection could be made, instead, having the pleasure to witness Thomas holding his joint in agony.

Desperado rolls back onto his feet and sets charge as soon as he finds the ground beneath his shoes. With Thomas still attempting to regain his stance, he is left in no man’s land as the incoming knee strikes against the temple of his head, punting him to the ground. Despy goes for the cover, ... One ... Two ... Walker with the shoulder up and with enough power to force Desperado off his body. With the left side of his head still rocking from the punt, Thomas decides it’s best if he scampers to the outside of the ring for some shelter. Desperado wasn’t willing to allow his opponent that kind of time and space to recuperate himself and goes in pursuit. Thomas beats Desperado to the outside of the ring by a couple of yards as he slides beneath the bottom wire of barbs. The Brooklyn Assassin knows there is only one way to take his rival out. Grabbing hold of the chair that was used to knock him unconscious during the blackout, the Strife Slayer bolts behind the current champion, diving in between the barbed wire roping with the steel chair held in front as a shield. He blitzes through the barbs that scrape across his bare skin and rams right into the young Walker, driving him into the barricades surrounding the ring.

“Whoa! These two have really put on a show tonight and that was just an icing on the cake by Desperado. He was so hell-bent on taking Thomas out; he was willing to risk his own body.”

“Mind you, that was a handy technique with the use of the steel chair as a cushion. Sometimes I wonder how quickly his mind works under circumstances like that. Normal people tend to not be able to think properly when facing pressure.”

The two exhausted men lay on the ground for the moment, trying to get accustomed to the newest additions of cuts and bruises placed upon their bodies. The chanting of the arena soon sinks in through their temporal lobe as the silence that was ringing through their ears is broken. Desperado having experienced less of the damage begins to move first and as he gets onto his knee’s, using the barricades as support, Thomas also begins to stir. Both competitors are torn between the decisions whether to continue their scrap from the ring right away or wait at least until both men are ready. A mental, mutual agreement takes place as they decide to go for the latter option. Breathing heavily, hearts exhausted and muscles full of fatigue, the two warriors are ready to continue their bout, wanting to settle the difference once and for all. Their plans however are scuppered as the Dark Force falls over them literally. Out of nowhere, the Sith Lord soared from within the ring and threw himself over both of his opponent’s to leave all three men tasting the cold concrete flooring.

“Where the hell did he come from?”

“Darth isn’t too keen on being left out of the party. If he can’t be a part of it, he’s crashing in.”

Darth was the first to his feet and immediately took hold of the KotDM Champion’s hair, pulling him to his feet before body checking the lighter superstar and dropping him back to the ground with a spine-buster, taking out the frustration of having been humiliated earlier on. To make up for the earlier mishap, That Guy puts the force to the side and physically grabs Thomas by the throat and chokes him manually. The guy that was suffering from the bad hair day is now struggling for a breath of air, trashing about like a drowning child, fighting for survival. Ignoring the other superstar almost cost the Dark Lord but fortunately for him, Desperado’s legs suddenly give away just as he was about to throw a heavy kick into Darth’s back, causing him the drop back onto the ground clutching the muscle beneath his right leg.

“I think Despy’s pulled a leggy.”

“It’s probably just cramp. When you keep giving it your all for such a lengthy match, fatigue tends to get involved.”

The former champion doesn’t even notice the fact that Desperado collapsed beneath. His mind is fixed upon choking the current champion until he can longer fight back. His plan fails on that note as Thomas begins desperate enough to become frantic and begins humping like a maniac. Although his arms are lacking strength, he makes up for it by putting Darth off, eventually pulling the dark-siders arms away from his neck. Catching his breath back, the two begin exchanging blows, one against the other. Thomas throws the first few punches in and although they’re not as strong as they could be, they manage to put in some damage. Darth then takes the advantage as he reigns supreme with heavy punch followed by another heavy blow. Thomas shields his face with his forearms and tries to block as much damage as he possibly can. In a position where he can’t battle out from due to exhaustion and the heavy body of Darth crushing his spleen, help comes from an unlikely source although not with the slightest of intentions to be of aid to the Walker brother. Brooklyn’s Finest has finally fought off his personal battle against his own body and upon recovery puts it to full test as he rushes past Thomas and Darth’s before turning on his heel and returning at full pelt in their direction. Darth attempts to move out of the way but Thomas manages to trap his arms within his own grasp in the confusing moment of what Desperado is planning to do. The Revolutionary Leader, with tricks up his sleeve through every corner of the match steps over Thomas Walker’s head, raising both legs in an enzuigiri fashion, connecting with the Sith Lord skull, leaving it rattling like a bobble-head.

“Desperado with a running enziguiri also known as the shining apprentice...”

“I thought it was called a shining wizard.”

“Same thing but different set-up. Either way, Despy’s laid him out. Now he’s just got Thomas to deal with.”

With Thomas still holding onto Darth’s hands, the moment is a comic one for the audience around as a knocked out Darth remains in a seated position, unable to fall backwards. To add insult to injury, Thomas gives a quick head-butt to the third competitor before allowing him to fall back, too dazed to even tend to his potentially broken nose. Thomas gets back to his feet in time to catch Desperado aiming a kick in his direction. Thomas sticks his hands out in time to grasp the incoming strike and rotate the leg causing Desperado to spin 120 degrees in the air in which he attempts a swipe at the Roadkiller’s head in the process, but an attack the older superstar had seen coming. Thomas immediately locks in the ankle lock causing Desperado to scream out in pain. The youngest competitor in the match trashes about wildly but his unable to break out as Thomas wraps his legs around that of the Yankee switching to a grapevine ankle hold. Desperado still flailing about manages to catch Thomas in the face with a lashing kick. It allows Desperado to flee from the champion and re-gather himself. Deciding it would be better to compete within the safety of the ring, Desperado returns to where the action is meant to be taking place and beckons Thomas to join, who upon returning to his feet, agrees.

Desperado knowing well enough that Thomas wouldn’t return to the ring without having being in a healthy enough position to put up a fair fight, puts his hands up and takes a few feet away from Walker’s direction. Thomas slips back into the ring but has to back track immediately as Desperado rushes forward. Thomas knowing well enough, being out of range isn’t a problem for Desperado dodges to his left as a baseball slided effort from the Brooklyn Brawler goes off target. Thomas sees his chance and grabs both of Desperado’s legs before swinging him back to the outside of the ring, flinging him across into the barricade the two had earlier hit.

“I guess this is like round 5 between these two. A real rivalry building up here.”

“Thomas is just one of those guys, you just can’t help but hate and I guess Desperado’s exactly the same. Not like he wasn’t before but ever since he beat Vladimir, everyone’s got a bone to pick with him.”

Desperado struggles back on to his feet, arching his back from the pain but there is a cheeky grin across his face. One that comes from knowing your competition is just as good as you are.

“This has been going on way too long. It’s time we end this. Bitch, it’s either you or me.”

Desperado notices Darth beginning to stir.

“Or That Guy...”

TBC ...

[TPK]

The three men stand and stare, a veritable Mexican Standoff taking place at the time. Each Fighty fighty person looks at the other, each fires off a list of strengths in weaknesses in their minds eye, hoping to get the upper hand at this crucial juncture.

Big Al: These three men have all gone through hell here tonight, and now this far into this brutal BRUTAL contest...each of them knows that it is nearly over. The question now is, who wants the win more? Who is hungrier?

Fuzz: I could eat...but I wouldn't sit down at the table with either of these guys right now. It'd be like Alex Night taking on Takeru Kobayashi in a hot dog eating contest.

After what seemed like an eternity the stare off was broken, Desperado, filled with the desire to posses Thomas' title, gets his second wind and explodes at Thomas. Walker, not expecting Desperado to attack so suddenly, is caught off guard and barely puts up a fight as The NY Native wraps him up, and drives the small of Walker's back into the apron. Walker lets out a forced groan and bends back from the blow. The Strife Slayer pulls away and smashes the already battered face of The Roadkiller with a tightly clenched fist. Just as Desperado connects with his shot he is quickly spun around by The Sinister Sith Lord, Darth hooks the arm, falls to his back, and forces Desperado over his body. Desperado meets the ground with a deft thud, Darth gets right back up, and then snaps to the side and falls downward driving a flashing elbow into the ribs of Brooklyn's Favorite Son. Darth lets out a long sigh and turns his attention to the champion. That Guy rises to his feet and leers at Tommy Boy as he slowly approaches, Walker watches Darth through a half squint, surprisingly aware of the approaching Sith. Darth gets into range and goes to grab a handful of Walker's already messed hair but is forced to stop when a heavy boot lands against the side of his knee forcing him to a kneel. Darth, now almost prostrating himself before the King of the Deathmatch is grabbed by the shoulder by a rising Walker, Walker slowly lifts him to a stand and rolls him under the bottom rope following slowly behind and laying across The Sith.

Fuzz: The current champion is seemingly in the driver's seat right now, he took out the kneecap of Darth That Guy, and is looking to go for a cover.

Big Al: Yeah, but somehow I doubt it's going to be enough. After all that's gone down in this one...a simple leg kick, not a fitting end. I'm just saying.

The ref gets into position to make a count, he zealously slaps the mat once, he does so a second time, but just before the magic three count is called Darth musters up the energy to roll his right shoulder off of the mat and break the count. Thomas punches down on the mat and barks at a nearby ring tech to slide him his toolbox, the tech snaps too not wanting to incur Walker's fury. Thomas hastily opens up the box and fishes out some fishing line, he rolls out the desired length and cuts the remainder away with a box cutter that happened to be in the box. Walker, now donning a sinister grin, ties off one end of the line around his arm and then approaches Darth and forces his mouth wide open, Walker then proceeds to dig in the back of Darth's mouth and ties the other end of the line around one of The Sith Lord's back teeth. The fans pipe up, not sure what to think, mothers shield their children, fearing what might come. Thomas makes their nightmares come true as he drags Darth to his feet and walks back until the floss like line is taut, Walker then pulls Darth to him and exlpodes through him with a lariat popping the line, and one of Darth's teeth out of his mouth in the process.

Big Al: GOOD GOD! Did he just perform some impromptu dentistry!?

Fuzz: Wow I, I don't know...I think. I think we need to go to the tape on this one, I just have to see this again, if not only to believe it actually took place.

The screen suddenly splits in two, one half showing a slow-mo of what just transpired. Walker is seen making contact with Darth, as Darth falls down to the ground and Thomas continues forward Darth can be seen spitting blood as his own tooth flies from his mouth and hangs loosely from the string around Walker's arm. Meanwhile back on the live feed Walker is attacked using the same weapon he used on Darth moments before, Desperado who lurked his way back into the ring uses the string to pull Thomas into the remaining barbed wire lined side of the ring getting a huge pop from the capacity crowd. Thomas yelps as his skin makes contact with hundreds of tiny barbs that cling to his skin with relative ease, he tries to move away and what had stuck him so easily fought furiously to remain embedded into his alabaster epidermis. The Former Imperial walks with Thomas as he makes his way back towards mid ring, once satisfied with the champion's position in the ring Desperado pounces, using a little bit of MMA Expertise Desperado spins around and drills Thomas Walker in the back of the skull with the back of his fist causing him to stumble a few steps forward, then fall to the ground next to Darth who is still clutching onto his jaw from the amateur tooth extraction.

Fuzz: Spinning back fist, and with that Desperado really just has to make a choice, does he pin Thomas Walker or does he go after Darth That Guy, because I seriously doubt either are getting up in much of a hurry.

Big Al: Yeah but Thomas is The Champ, the King of the Deathmatch, his belt is what it's all about in this one.

Desperado, wanting to make a statement by pinning the King in his own court drops to a kneel and drapes himself over Thomas Walker prompting the referee to slide over and make a count. The zebra eagerly slaps his hand into the mat once, he raises it and it lands a second time, the ref raises his hand for a third and final time and...

TBC