Post by Thomas Walker on Sept 27, 2010 15:18:56 GMT -5
The referee checks Skull for weapons and he comes up clean and the striped official tries the same with the king of the deathmatch but he's too busy retrieving a microphone from the announce stand to let the referee in for a closer look.
Thomas Walker: "Hold up! Whats your little boyfriend doing here? This is supposed to be me and you, the conclusion of a thousand reasons to hate. The end of ones career and the propulsion of anothers. I came here all alone and I THOUGHT you'd do the same for me but obviously not. Are you too scared to take me on alone?"
Skull: "I will never fear you Thomas, Matt is here because we know the second I get you down long enough to win my necklace back your brother will be down here trying to force me into retirement. Not today Walker, not today."
Thomas Walker: "On my honour, James will not lay one finger on you at any point during this match. Everyone thinks he's the dominant one, that I can't handle myself even though I beat Desperado and Darth in the Code Blue main event and I'm here to prove that's not true. Just...give me the chance."
Skull considers what Tommy is saying, fixing his eyes with those of Walker he may sense some sincerity in his foes words or simply let his guard drop momentarily but he turns to Matt and asks him to wait backstage. Seeing through Thomas' seemingly transparent facade, Violence climbs to the apron and tries to reason with the pureblood. but to no avail. Skull convinces him to head back up the ramp.
Thomas Walker: "Good boy. One last thing you should know though, Matt..."
Thomas waits for the object of his speech to face in his direction before finishing his sentence.
Thomas Walker: "I have no honour!"
On that note two "fans" jump the guard rail, one at either side of Violence and each in hooded sweatshirts zipped up to the collar. Showing determined coordination and a wrestling influenced offense the larger of the two throws his right arm into the ultraviolent superstars throat while the other drops behind Matt and drives his flexed elbow into the popliteus tendon and assist in bringing Matthew to the floor. The assailants pull down their hoods and reveal themselves, predictabley, as James Walker and Roadkills self appointed managerial figure Eric Steele before continuing their assault with a series of well placed boots around Violence' head and shoulders. The Pureblood pushes one leg out through the ropes but stops as two thirds of Roadkill pull steel poles out from under their tops and leap onto the apron, forcing Skull to backtrack into the ring. Finding himself in the center of the circling sharks as they bare down on his position, looking for weaknesses and any opportunity to get a leg up on the JS member. Thomas grabs his attention and inquisitvely asks (before tossing the mike to him):
Thomas Walker: "Any last words?"
Skull: "You son of a...!"
The hall of famer drops the microphone, causing a nasty static emition, and charges at the KotDM champion with his right arm drawn but showing his usual cat like wilyness Tommy manages to avoid contact. Lowering his head the champ runs into the corner closest to the ramp and shields himself behind the other members of Roadkill as they flood the ring, overpowering Skull. Throwing him to the mat the two non commissioned entrants begin their hamfisted battery, rattling all unguarded areas of Skulls body with the weapons until he stops moving. Sadly for him though the attack doesn't stop there, the vicious brothers and their friend are only riled further by a thick stream of blood pumping out of his forehead which leads them to pull him to a standing position with one of the thick metal rods pressed against his neck, choking the life from him. Thomas holds him up as James and Eric form a line to take turns, Eric going first as his is ofcourse the lesser of attacks. First throwing a six thick right-left combo into the purebloods stomach he follows up with three left jabs to the former charging glory champions jaw and finishing on a massive right hook.
Bringing one knee up to try and minimize the impact zone, Skulls whinces in pain as the last shot produces some measure of blood from inside the former champs mouth. His left eye starts to swell but his look of determined optimism remains even as he is released into the care of older brother James who grips his throat and waistband to hoist him high overhead. In a brash display of his strength Walker struts around the ring. The roadkiller pushes the purebloods lowerbody higher than the rest before letting it drop towards the mat. During the veterans lifeless descent James hooks his head and falls along with him, guiding his head to slam against the canvas before the rest of his body letting his weight add to the impact and multiply the damage done tenfold. A misshapen splatter of blood darts across the ring from Skulls shattered nose to Tommys boots giving him the greatest joy, emphatically showing it with a wide tooth baring smile. Acknowledging the work done by his partners with a pat on the shoulder for each he guides them to first prop Skull against the ropes and then leave the ring and stop the slowly rising Violence from getting anywhere near. They pin Matt to the floor and force him to watch the goings on in the ring as Thomas demands that the official kick off the contest. The zebra striped worker shares glances with his second in command at ringside who communicates through an earwig to backstage before giving a nod to man in the center who calls for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
*Ding! Ding! Ding!*
Thomas stands center stage and beckons Skull forward, baiting him with insulting derrogatory remarks and gestures. When the pureblood finally steps forward Tommy draws his arm back and balls his fist gearing up to knock his opponents lights out but one look in the hall of famers eyes tells it all, tells us that the story is almost done. Confident he needs not to sign off on his work Walker gently presses his hand into the former SCW stars chest and lets him fall gently to the comfort of the mat. His eyes roll back and his mouth drapes open leaving it to Thomas to simply push the sole of his boot down on the purebloods chest prompting the ref to slide in and start his count. Banging the palm of his hand once the crowd begin to boo at the prospect that this is how such an illustrious career is going to end, staying firm in their conviction that this result is against all that the GHW name stands for they persist with their jeers as the referee repeats the motion and counts two. Once more and the match is over, the Justice System is over and much more importantly Skulls career is over for good.
Big Al: "Signed, sealed and delivered. Bye bye birdy!"
Fuzz Jennings: "You can't seriously be happy that Skulls career has been taken from him!"
Big Al: "Oh, you continue to underestimate me Fuzz."
In their two on one situation Eric and James easily manage to pull Matt to his feet, disposing of him by running him through the guard rail. Letting him barrel through the steel sheet into the front row of fans they allow him to lay there while they join the other two in the ring.
All three motion to the top of the ramp, raising their hands overhead and drawing them in towards themselves palms first. Soon follows a pair of stage hands darting to the ring carrying between them a large wooden constructed throne like chair, leather ankle and wrist straps affixed give it an all too familiar electric chair look were it not for lack of any electrical cabling. Hoisting it as far as their arms can stretch they tilt it to the side and let it fall into the waiting arms of the walker brothers just inside the ropes. They place the chair in the center of the ring and procede to strap Skulls lifeless body into it though it may simply be a precautionary measure considering the punishment he has went through. While they do which Eric Steele is sent on a mission to retrieve a black case from the announce table and bring it into play. Slapping the pureblood he rouses a little but is unable to raise his head, much to the brothers delight. Reaching in the case the three Alabama natives pull out a pair of scissors each and proceed to chop small parts clumps of hair from the hellbound hellions head but nothing substantial until Thomas stops them in lou of an apparent idea flashing to him.
Fuzz Jennings: "I think that is quite enough! Someone do something!"
Big Al: "Ah shut up Fuzz, you don't need to pretend to like him anymore he doesn't work for GHW. Popcorn?"
Going back in the case Tommy reveal a battery operated harry clipper kit, fully charged and ready to go. With the flick of a switch the insufferable buzzing makes up for the stunned silence from the usually overly vocal crowd who can't believe what theyre witnessing. In a matter of a minute only a few untidy tufts remain on the pink skull of the former GHW superstar who has yet to put up any struggle since getting decimated by James' cutter. Proud of their handywork all that is left for Roadkill to do is collect the necklace and leave but not before they get one final word in. Gather three microphones they stand side by side and drape their arms over each others shoulder, begining to sway slightly they encourage to get the crowd to join in as they bellow at the top of their lungs:
Roadkill: "Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey-ey-ey! Good-bye! Everybody!"
The threesome repeat the same four lines as the stage lights cut off and the house lights come on, even as the fans start to stream out of the arena. A few stragglers hang around to join in but most leave disheartened by the shocking and downright deplorable actions allowed to go down this day.
End Of Thread
Thomas Walker: "Hold up! Whats your little boyfriend doing here? This is supposed to be me and you, the conclusion of a thousand reasons to hate. The end of ones career and the propulsion of anothers. I came here all alone and I THOUGHT you'd do the same for me but obviously not. Are you too scared to take me on alone?"
Skull: "I will never fear you Thomas, Matt is here because we know the second I get you down long enough to win my necklace back your brother will be down here trying to force me into retirement. Not today Walker, not today."
Thomas Walker: "On my honour, James will not lay one finger on you at any point during this match. Everyone thinks he's the dominant one, that I can't handle myself even though I beat Desperado and Darth in the Code Blue main event and I'm here to prove that's not true. Just...give me the chance."
Skull considers what Tommy is saying, fixing his eyes with those of Walker he may sense some sincerity in his foes words or simply let his guard drop momentarily but he turns to Matt and asks him to wait backstage. Seeing through Thomas' seemingly transparent facade, Violence climbs to the apron and tries to reason with the pureblood. but to no avail. Skull convinces him to head back up the ramp.
Thomas Walker: "Good boy. One last thing you should know though, Matt..."
Thomas waits for the object of his speech to face in his direction before finishing his sentence.
Thomas Walker: "I have no honour!"
On that note two "fans" jump the guard rail, one at either side of Violence and each in hooded sweatshirts zipped up to the collar. Showing determined coordination and a wrestling influenced offense the larger of the two throws his right arm into the ultraviolent superstars throat while the other drops behind Matt and drives his flexed elbow into the popliteus tendon and assist in bringing Matthew to the floor. The assailants pull down their hoods and reveal themselves, predictabley, as James Walker and Roadkills self appointed managerial figure Eric Steele before continuing their assault with a series of well placed boots around Violence' head and shoulders. The Pureblood pushes one leg out through the ropes but stops as two thirds of Roadkill pull steel poles out from under their tops and leap onto the apron, forcing Skull to backtrack into the ring. Finding himself in the center of the circling sharks as they bare down on his position, looking for weaknesses and any opportunity to get a leg up on the JS member. Thomas grabs his attention and inquisitvely asks (before tossing the mike to him):
Thomas Walker: "Any last words?"
Skull: "You son of a...!"
The hall of famer drops the microphone, causing a nasty static emition, and charges at the KotDM champion with his right arm drawn but showing his usual cat like wilyness Tommy manages to avoid contact. Lowering his head the champ runs into the corner closest to the ramp and shields himself behind the other members of Roadkill as they flood the ring, overpowering Skull. Throwing him to the mat the two non commissioned entrants begin their hamfisted battery, rattling all unguarded areas of Skulls body with the weapons until he stops moving. Sadly for him though the attack doesn't stop there, the vicious brothers and their friend are only riled further by a thick stream of blood pumping out of his forehead which leads them to pull him to a standing position with one of the thick metal rods pressed against his neck, choking the life from him. Thomas holds him up as James and Eric form a line to take turns, Eric going first as his is ofcourse the lesser of attacks. First throwing a six thick right-left combo into the purebloods stomach he follows up with three left jabs to the former charging glory champions jaw and finishing on a massive right hook.
Bringing one knee up to try and minimize the impact zone, Skulls whinces in pain as the last shot produces some measure of blood from inside the former champs mouth. His left eye starts to swell but his look of determined optimism remains even as he is released into the care of older brother James who grips his throat and waistband to hoist him high overhead. In a brash display of his strength Walker struts around the ring. The roadkiller pushes the purebloods lowerbody higher than the rest before letting it drop towards the mat. During the veterans lifeless descent James hooks his head and falls along with him, guiding his head to slam against the canvas before the rest of his body letting his weight add to the impact and multiply the damage done tenfold. A misshapen splatter of blood darts across the ring from Skulls shattered nose to Tommys boots giving him the greatest joy, emphatically showing it with a wide tooth baring smile. Acknowledging the work done by his partners with a pat on the shoulder for each he guides them to first prop Skull against the ropes and then leave the ring and stop the slowly rising Violence from getting anywhere near. They pin Matt to the floor and force him to watch the goings on in the ring as Thomas demands that the official kick off the contest. The zebra striped worker shares glances with his second in command at ringside who communicates through an earwig to backstage before giving a nod to man in the center who calls for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
*Ding! Ding! Ding!*
Thomas stands center stage and beckons Skull forward, baiting him with insulting derrogatory remarks and gestures. When the pureblood finally steps forward Tommy draws his arm back and balls his fist gearing up to knock his opponents lights out but one look in the hall of famers eyes tells it all, tells us that the story is almost done. Confident he needs not to sign off on his work Walker gently presses his hand into the former SCW stars chest and lets him fall gently to the comfort of the mat. His eyes roll back and his mouth drapes open leaving it to Thomas to simply push the sole of his boot down on the purebloods chest prompting the ref to slide in and start his count. Banging the palm of his hand once the crowd begin to boo at the prospect that this is how such an illustrious career is going to end, staying firm in their conviction that this result is against all that the GHW name stands for they persist with their jeers as the referee repeats the motion and counts two. Once more and the match is over, the Justice System is over and much more importantly Skulls career is over for good.
Big Al: "Signed, sealed and delivered. Bye bye birdy!"
Fuzz Jennings: "You can't seriously be happy that Skulls career has been taken from him!"
Big Al: "Oh, you continue to underestimate me Fuzz."
In their two on one situation Eric and James easily manage to pull Matt to his feet, disposing of him by running him through the guard rail. Letting him barrel through the steel sheet into the front row of fans they allow him to lay there while they join the other two in the ring.
All three motion to the top of the ramp, raising their hands overhead and drawing them in towards themselves palms first. Soon follows a pair of stage hands darting to the ring carrying between them a large wooden constructed throne like chair, leather ankle and wrist straps affixed give it an all too familiar electric chair look were it not for lack of any electrical cabling. Hoisting it as far as their arms can stretch they tilt it to the side and let it fall into the waiting arms of the walker brothers just inside the ropes. They place the chair in the center of the ring and procede to strap Skulls lifeless body into it though it may simply be a precautionary measure considering the punishment he has went through. While they do which Eric Steele is sent on a mission to retrieve a black case from the announce table and bring it into play. Slapping the pureblood he rouses a little but is unable to raise his head, much to the brothers delight. Reaching in the case the three Alabama natives pull out a pair of scissors each and proceed to chop small parts clumps of hair from the hellbound hellions head but nothing substantial until Thomas stops them in lou of an apparent idea flashing to him.
Fuzz Jennings: "I think that is quite enough! Someone do something!"
Big Al: "Ah shut up Fuzz, you don't need to pretend to like him anymore he doesn't work for GHW. Popcorn?"
Going back in the case Tommy reveal a battery operated harry clipper kit, fully charged and ready to go. With the flick of a switch the insufferable buzzing makes up for the stunned silence from the usually overly vocal crowd who can't believe what theyre witnessing. In a matter of a minute only a few untidy tufts remain on the pink skull of the former GHW superstar who has yet to put up any struggle since getting decimated by James' cutter. Proud of their handywork all that is left for Roadkill to do is collect the necklace and leave but not before they get one final word in. Gather three microphones they stand side by side and drape their arms over each others shoulder, begining to sway slightly they encourage to get the crowd to join in as they bellow at the top of their lungs:
Roadkill: "Na na na na! Na na na na! Hey-ey-ey! Good-bye! Everybody!"
The threesome repeat the same four lines as the stage lights cut off and the house lights come on, even as the fans start to stream out of the arena. A few stragglers hang around to join in but most leave disheartened by the shocking and downright deplorable actions allowed to go down this day.
End Of Thread
that being said, good post. Karma
