[SINGLES MATCH] HAVOK vs. SOLSTICE

[HaVoK]

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TBC;

[Solstice]

Music,
Lights,
Camera,
Action ...

Enters.

Tbc.

[HaVoK]

With the combatants booked gathered inside the squared circle, the referee calls for the bell, marking the official start of the bout. Just as the bell chimes, the behemoth known to the world as Havok grabs the top rope and pulls himself up, getting up to his original height. The Hell’s Kitchen Monster marches up to the centre of the ring, getting Solstice to follow his opponent’s suite. The two meet at the centre of the ring, and stares at each other, in turn, giving the audience a chance to see the height difference between the two. Standing tall by a whooping foot over Solstice, the Death Squad enforcer snickers a little, getting the entire arena to boom into round of jeers. Seth, being on such ends before, stares at Havok with a scowl beneath the mask; he hates it when people look down at him, and Havok is doing the exact same. But then, before Solstice could even have a second thought, Havok grabbed the Swede by his throat, lifting him up in the air. With the massive claw of the New Yorker now cutting the oxygen supply to his brain, Seth shoots his legs around in all direction, trying to save himself somehow or someway. One of the flying boot catches the monster on the chest, and instantly, loosens the grip of the giant. Finding the much needed opening right there, the SCW veteran sends his boot against the ribcage of Havok twice more, freeing himself in the end. The behemoth backs up as Solstice lands safely on his heels, much like a kitten dropped from a great height.

Without wasting any time, the luchadore makes a beeline on the other direction, only to be bounced back by the ropes right at Havok, who has his arms crossed over his chest. Like a speeding bullet, the Swede strikes before the giant could even notice him coming; he slides down over the canvas once he draws near, and shoots his boots right at Havok’s shin, crippling the superheavyweight to one limb by a low dropkick. The swift-paced action garners a heavy round of cheers from the audience, building up the wall of confidence in the Swede. Seeking to continue the momentum, Seth springs up to his heels and charges at the other set of ropes, before getting out and standing right over the apron. Well placing the crosshair over Havok’s skull, Tyson pulls the top rope down and ricochets himself in the air, only to fly up to the height of behemoth’s skull and shove it down to the ground. Though it seemed that the act of the Swedish would go futile, it doesn’t; aided much by gravity, Solstice manages to put his plans to perfection, delivering a picture perfect springboard bulldog.

“Would you look that, Solstice just took out Havok with a springboard bulldog! It’s more like the battle between David and Goliath now!”

“I’m glad how we got a mix of styles here in GHW, Matt. We got high-fliers, monsters, amazing mat-Fighty fighty persons and women… damn, I feel proud to be a part of this company!”

“You should thank Smarky for all that, guys. That guy is a fuckin’ genius… for signing amazing guys like Havok. I swear he’ll be up in a bit and demolish that jumping asshole!”

Pushing the ground around him, the Swedish aerialist gets up to his feet once again, only to spot the Death Squad member stirring up to his heels. With the monster now rising, the cruiserweight looks at the world around him, trying to come up with something effective in the nick of time. His eyes hover around the ring before stopping over at the top turnbuckle, glistening up like a kindled flare. The masked luchadore quickly struts up to the corner and starts to ascend the buckles, before reaching the one of the topmost ledge of the ring. Once on the apex, the high-flying marvel leaps up in the air, much like a missile projected from the turret. Solstice, filled with confidence of all sorts now, blasts his soles right under the jaw of Havok, toppling the near-seven feet giant over. Roars of jubilation fires off from the audience as Solstice slowly rise to his heels and start to adjust his mask, with the mass of the Hell’s Kitchen native lying by his feet, panting for air.

“The veteran is resilient throughout, and is showing the world why they should mark for him! Damn, I love these luchadores!”

“Fuzz, look at that – a bigger ass kisser than you! I’m glad how we don’t have Matt on Tuesday nights beside us. I swear I would have punched his nose hard.”

Feeling all confident, the member of the Lord of Salem bends over to grab the massive skull of Havok and tries to yank the giant up. But then, it’s not long before Seth realises that it’s not going to work; the giant was too big for him to pull up. With his back now starting to ache, Solstice backs up in frustration, being only able to pull the giant up to a seated posture. But just as the Swede backs up, the light bulb atop his head goes lit, with an idea popping inside his cranium. He takes a proper look at his opponent – who is of course, lost in some other dimension – before making his march toward the turnbuckles, ascending them once again. Once up at the top, the little big man balances himself over the top buckle, before mouthing out a plethora of prayers to God. Done with his prayers and taking in a deep breather, the European sets himself in the air, only to be taken over by gravity soon after, and be taken down. In mid-air, the masked high-flier sets his mode of action, spreading his arms and legs around to the fullest to crash atop the chest of Havok.

“Havok is up, ladies and gentlemen and things really don’t look good for Solstice!”

“Ehahah, time to face the music, little guy!”

But then, right at the nick of time, the behemoth wakes up and catches the incoming cruiserweight. Grinning ever so deviously, the man known as Havok slowly rises to his heels with Solstice within his grip, like carrying a fragile infant. Once regaining the vertical base, the Tormentor of Hell drives the scooped luchador down, sending him back first against the dusty canvas with a comical thud. The SCW veteran screams out in pain at the impact, but the Death Squad enforcer wasn’t done right there. He once again rises up to his heels, holding the small frame of the masked crusader ever so tightly. The Swede tries his best to reason with the EVPW alumnus, but the butchery New Yorker simply doesn’t give a rat’s piss to it. He replicates his action once more, but this time places his left knee right under, pushing his knee cap into the space between his cartilages. The highflying maestro rolls off the knee of Havok and flops over the canvas, twitching and turning upon finding ground under him.

TBC;

((I know this is late, and I apologize for it. I've been busy with stuffs lately, and the little time-out I had, I got distracted. I know this is a real poor show, but meh, I really can't bother anymore...))

[Solstice]

Coughing while holding his ribs, Seth stares at the bright lights in the ceiling breathless wondering what it will take to keep hells behemoth down. Before he can ponder the question further, he is ruthlessly lifted into the air by two fry pan sized hands in a choke hold, his feet dangling in the air. Powered by fury and anger, Havok continues to choke the aerialist until the match official breaks up with a count of four. Recklessly, the enforcer throws the small opponent to the corner turnbuckle. Without even a pause of thought the big man chases down his prey and lays waste to the Luchadore with a series of devastating left and right fists. Unusually for a man of his size, the New York native steps to the second rope, wraps one arm under the shoulder of Seth then with out any effort picks up the Swede and throws him across the ring. Crashing to the canvas amidst a chorus of boos from the audience, Hells Giant stands snickering at there attempts of insult.

" Now things really don't look good for Solstice. So far it has all been a one way street for Havok. "

" There is now way that Swedish jumping bean can recover from this beat down now Havok has found his footing so to speak "[/center][/i][/color]
Grabbing the ankle of his small opponent, the New York sinner drags him across the rough blue stained canvas to the center of the ring. Once there the Demon Spawn continually without mercy drops knee after knee to the mid-section and sternum causing Tyson to scream and try to squirm out of harms way. Futile attempts fail as easily as the leg of the huge super-weight rain down inflicting pain and suffering much to the disgust of the witnesses in the seats. Some of the audience, on top of insults throw their drinks and half eaten food towards the ring, which only serves to bring a smile to the monster. As easily as picking up a paper clip, Havok returns the small athlete to a vertical position, only to violently throw him towards the northerly ropes. As he violently whiplashes off the ropes and heads towards the sin of New York who steps slightly to the side, near the ropes on the easterly side of the ring, a massive bicep wraps around the body just under the shoulder then before he has time to think, Solstice is body slammed to the mat with everything the behemoth can muster. Dropping to the canvas, the match official begins the count of the devastating running power-bomb, pin fall move.

Just as the hand of fate is mere millimeters from the canvas, a watchful referee spies a leg barely on the bottom rope breaking up the pin fall attempt. Furious at the supposed slow count, Havok gives the official an ear bashing of slanderous words that he will never forget. As if demonstrating how easy it is, Hells hound slams his hand to the mat three times. Still waving it off whilst trying to ignore the irate super-heavyweight, the frustrated ref gives Havok a mouthful. Gasping for air, Solstice rolls out of the ring to try recover and formulate a plan. Shaking his head in disbelief, the man from Hells Kitchen turns his attention back to the ring, where his opponent is no where to be seen. Looking briefly around him, as well as above him, Seth is no where in the immediate line of vision. Only realizing he must be outside the ring as the official has begun his count to ten. Initially breaking the count-out, Havok steps out of the ring looking for his intended prey. Hearing someone close to the security barrier saying " watch out dude "Tyson hides under the ring.

" That's using his brain right there. Can't see him, can't attack him. "

" Call it what you will Matt .. I call it cowardice, hiding from his inevitable fate. What kind of chicken does that ? "
" A smart chicken if you are facing someone near three times your size, and willing to cripple, or end your career. "
" Well he shouldn't of run his mouth off against the Death Squad if he can't handle the consequences. "[/center][/i][/color]
Just as the big man turns the corner, Seth pops out of no where, uses the surprise and momentum, runs toward the beast and sends his head into the corner steel post. Sliding into the ring as the referee reaches seven, the now pissed off Enforcer chases the aerialist back into the ring. Having shaken the worst of the exhaustion, Tyson easily dodges and steps to the side avoiding the arms of the Death Squad Enforcer. Anger now over coming sense and sensibility, Tyson easily counters a grapple by sliding between the legs, rebounding off the westerly ropes and nailing a drop kick to the back of the walking brick wall. Barely staggering the huge combatant, Solstice leaps off the nearby ropes, Springboards and brings a knee to the temple dropping Havok to a knee while holding his head cursing the agility of the Swedish Luchadore. Coming up behind the bad-ass brawler, Seth reaches around for the chin, utilizes his knee in the middle of the back for leverage and applies a rear chin-lock, the official checking that it is not an illegal choke hold watches for a possible submission.

Tbc.