Post by Mr. McCoy on Sept 6, 2011 21:33:58 GMT -5
Continued from Freebird vs Carson
Nicholas had a sprawled, motionless McCoy's leg hooked after the brilliant Suplex Powerslam which prompted the ref to begin his count.
ONE...
TWO...
Despite the devastating Jackhammer like maneuver, Freebird managed to roll a shoulder up to break the pinfall. Carson rises up to his knees, his frustration escaping in the manner of an elongated exhale. He wipes a heap of sweat from his forehead, beginning to show slight signs of succumbing to the fatigue. Both he and his opponent had put on a clinic; each man had given their all to emerge victorious in what was turning out to be a memorable main event.
.The Fuzz.]-:
"Freebird just want die. Nicholas Carson has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at him, and he still refuses to give up. What tenacity!"
.Al Mulligan.]-:
"Then I'll bet the rest of the house that he's about to toss in that sink! If he really wants to be put out of misery, he's facing the right man for the job."
Nicholas gradually climbs to his feet, continuing to breath slowly as he stares into the crowd. He slowly slides his thumb across his throat, signaling that the end is impending, eliciting a chorus of boos from the crowd; despite their displeasure, they somewhat believe that the Maniac Mauler may be approaching victory. Towering over his fallen foe, Carson leans over, grappling the Blue Collar Brawler by the head, and turning him to a prone position. From there he slowly begins to drag Freebird off the canvas. The Oklahoman is pulled to all fours as Nick straddles his head with his legs, the head of the Tulsa native going in between the aforementioned limbs like a train going through the tunnel. Nicholas wraps his arms around McCoy's waist as he pulls his opponent to full verticality, albeit he's doubled over. Demonstrating his might and stupendous strength, the former EVPW Imperial Champion hoists Freebird onto his shoulders, looking to implement the final phase of his devastating finisher. The undefeated hick has other plans however, beginning to wriggle and shake, causing Nick to lose his grip. With the loosened leverage created by his maneuvering, Freebird shifts his weight, falling back down to the mat, only the positions are switched, this time he is the superstar applying the standing head-scissors with his adversary now the one standing helpless. With haste the fan-favorite underhooks his foe's arms, staring into the crowd in front of him, getting lost in their cheers and applauding. For that brief moment McCoy feels godlike, immortalized by the spectators adornment. The moment passes, and McCoy lifts Carson upside down, suspending him in the air before falling to a seated position on the mat, drilling his cranium into the canvas, sending the GHW arena into a frenzy as the trembles from the emphatic impact.
Carson's body goes dormant as he collapses onto his chest, face buried in the mat, his body stretched like an eagle as a result of landing awkwardly on his dome.
.Al Mulligan.]-:
"OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES COLIN!"
.The Fuzz.]-:
"BELIEVE THEM! BLUE COLLAR BUSTER!!! He just laid him out with an incredible Double Underhook Piledriver. "
Amidst the crowd's adulation, McCoy rolls Nicholas to a supine position, commencing to drape his arm across the behemoth's shoulder and the most limp fashion. The referee slid into position, hand raised into the air to administer the pinfall.
"ONE..."
"TWO..."
"THREE!"
The bell tolls three consecutive times, coming as music to the Oklahoman's ears. It was a sweet symphony for Freebird who rolled onto his back, eyes staring up at the ceiling lights as he began to soak in the magnitude of what just transpired. And it was a great feeling, relishing in the satisfaction of his most impressive, storied victory to date. He had remained unbeaten for another week, his legend continuing to grow. Almost reassuring for him, "Straight Jacket Fashion" by Chevelle rumbles onto the P.A. system as the referee leans over, grabbing him by the air. The exhausted American slowly climbs to his feet with aid from the referee, his arm being raised high into the air, igniting the crowd which was on its feet in support of the epic feat.
.Charlie Coors.]-:
"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner....FREEBIIIIIRRRDDDD McCOOOYYYYYYY!!!! "
Freebird pulls his arm down from the sky, before plodding to the nearby corner, overcoming the enervation and physical trauma as he ascends the turnbuckle. He pumps his fist into his chest repeatedly before raising his arm hide and with utmost pride. The gesture garnishes a tremendous pop, as they audience is just as elated as he is. Freebird slowly climbs down, rolling out of the ring, before climbing over the guardrail. He marches into the crowd, beginning to celebrate his victory with the people who stood beside him.
Copyright GHW 2011
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ONE...
TWO...
Despite the devastating Jackhammer like maneuver, Freebird managed to roll a shoulder up to break the pinfall. Carson rises up to his knees, his frustration escaping in the manner of an elongated exhale. He wipes a heap of sweat from his forehead, beginning to show slight signs of succumbing to the fatigue. Both he and his opponent had put on a clinic; each man had given their all to emerge victorious in what was turning out to be a memorable main event.
.The Fuzz.]-:"Freebird just want die. Nicholas Carson has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at him, and he still refuses to give up. What tenacity!"
.Al Mulligan.]-:"Then I'll bet the rest of the house that he's about to toss in that sink! If he really wants to be put out of misery, he's facing the right man for the job."
Nicholas gradually climbs to his feet, continuing to breath slowly as he stares into the crowd. He slowly slides his thumb across his throat, signaling that the end is impending, eliciting a chorus of boos from the crowd; despite their displeasure, they somewhat believe that the Maniac Mauler may be approaching victory. Towering over his fallen foe, Carson leans over, grappling the Blue Collar Brawler by the head, and turning him to a prone position. From there he slowly begins to drag Freebird off the canvas. The Oklahoman is pulled to all fours as Nick straddles his head with his legs, the head of the Tulsa native going in between the aforementioned limbs like a train going through the tunnel. Nicholas wraps his arms around McCoy's waist as he pulls his opponent to full verticality, albeit he's doubled over. Demonstrating his might and stupendous strength, the former EVPW Imperial Champion hoists Freebird onto his shoulders, looking to implement the final phase of his devastating finisher. The undefeated hick has other plans however, beginning to wriggle and shake, causing Nick to lose his grip. With the loosened leverage created by his maneuvering, Freebird shifts his weight, falling back down to the mat, only the positions are switched, this time he is the superstar applying the standing head-scissors with his adversary now the one standing helpless. With haste the fan-favorite underhooks his foe's arms, staring into the crowd in front of him, getting lost in their cheers and applauding. For that brief moment McCoy feels godlike, immortalized by the spectators adornment. The moment passes, and McCoy lifts Carson upside down, suspending him in the air before falling to a seated position on the mat, drilling his cranium into the canvas, sending the GHW arena into a frenzy as the trembles from the emphatic impact.
Carson's body goes dormant as he collapses onto his chest, face buried in the mat, his body stretched like an eagle as a result of landing awkwardly on his dome.
.Al Mulligan.]-:"OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES COLIN!"
.The Fuzz.]-:"BELIEVE THEM! BLUE COLLAR BUSTER!!! He just laid him out with an incredible Double Underhook Piledriver. "
Amidst the crowd's adulation, McCoy rolls Nicholas to a supine position, commencing to drape his arm across the behemoth's shoulder and the most limp fashion. The referee slid into position, hand raised into the air to administer the pinfall.
"ONE..."
"TWO..."
"THREE!"
The bell tolls three consecutive times, coming as music to the Oklahoman's ears. It was a sweet symphony for Freebird who rolled onto his back, eyes staring up at the ceiling lights as he began to soak in the magnitude of what just transpired. And it was a great feeling, relishing in the satisfaction of his most impressive, storied victory to date. He had remained unbeaten for another week, his legend continuing to grow. Almost reassuring for him, "Straight Jacket Fashion" by Chevelle rumbles onto the P.A. system as the referee leans over, grabbing him by the air. The exhausted American slowly climbs to his feet with aid from the referee, his arm being raised high into the air, igniting the crowd which was on its feet in support of the epic feat.
.Charlie Coors.]-:"Ladies and Gentlemen your winner....FREEBIIIIIRRRDDDD McCOOOYYYYYYY!!!! "
Freebird pulls his arm down from the sky, before plodding to the nearby corner, overcoming the enervation and physical trauma as he ascends the turnbuckle. He pumps his fist into his chest repeatedly before raising his arm hide and with utmost pride. The gesture garnishes a tremendous pop, as they audience is just as elated as he is. Freebird slowly climbs down, rolling out of the ring, before climbing over the guardrail. He marches into the crowd, beginning to celebrate his victory with the people who stood beside him.
Copyright GHW 2011
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