Post by Jack Tracks on Sept 11, 2011 3:19:56 GMT -5
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The ref's hands fly up for the final count, which would put an end to the championship match. The sound of many breaths being taken and held washes through the crowd, many of them sure that the effort was for naught. But in mid-motion, Jack Track's body crosses the very edge of the bottom rope, and the hands that were just about to spell out his defeat cross each other wildly in the direction of the time keeper.
"No! He made it! Don't ring it!"
O: "With not even a second to spare, the challenger has managed to roll the champion and himself back in!"
H: "What a bitch that would've been to lose your big chance by knocking the other guy out TOO hard!"
Having barely made it back into the ring, Tracks looks down at the laid-out champion. He wasn't moving an inch, but he was still a bit too close to the ropes for comfort. He wasn't making that mistake again. Not with a chance like this. While still on his knees, Tracks grabs the Mexican by his legs, dragging him towards the center of the canvas. The challenger drapes his body over the champion's, hooking both legs for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
The ref signals for the bell, and with that, the victor's music kicks in right at the ring.
The crowd explodes the moment the song hits. And so does Jack, quickly rolling off of his opponent, ending up back up on his knees. His face at first a look of disbelief, which quickly gives way to shut eyes and a roar of triumph, heard even over to cheering crowd. He leans over and slaps the mat with both hands, before jumping to his feet, fists clenched as another bellow escapes his chest.
"Here is your winner....and.....NEEEEEWWWW GHW Television Champion.....Jaaaaaaaack....TRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKSSS!"
The referee grabs Tracks' hand and places the title belt in his grabs, before raising that hand high into the air, so all the crowd can see the victor's prize.
O: "And it's all over! After one hell of a back-and-forth, Jack Tracks pulls off the victory, and is now your new Television Champion!"
H: "I can't believe it! Three matches in and already he's won a title?! Who the hell let that happen?!"
Jack, belt in tow, rushes over to the nearest turnbuckle and takes a hold of the top rope with his free hand. The opposite-side foot goes on the middle buckle, and Jack gives a couple head-bangs, his hair flying all about, before pulling himself up to stand on the buckle, raising his new title high in the air with both hands. He yells out to the rowdy crowd, many of whom have been clapping along in rhythm with the music.
The new champion jumps down from the corner, taking a moment to make sure he doesn't lose his balance after using so much energy. He stays stable, though,and walks over to Coors, patting him on the chest and talking into his ear. Coors nods, and Tracks slings the strap over his shoulder, as the announcer hands him the microphone.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on! Cut the music for a second!"
The sound crew does as they are told, and when it cuts out, the crowd bursts into a simple, but telling, chant.
"TRACKS! TRACKS! TRACKS! TRACKS!"
Jack stands in the middle of the ring, belt over his shoulder, looking over the crowd. He soaks in the chanting for a good 10 seconds, before finally speaking again, with some heavy breaths between sentences.
"I'm gonna keep this quick. I just wanted to say...thank you to all you fucking maniacs out there! These last few weeks....they've been the most awesome weeks I can remember! And it's because of crowds like you! And hey....don't you people worry that I'm gonna become complacent just because I've got this belt!"
Tracks looks down at the belt on his shoulder with a big grin, before looking over the crowd once more.
"It sure is pretty though, ain't it? But this is just the start! I'm in the fast lane to the top, and I'm gonna ride it all the way to the top of GHW! This win tonight is just adding more fuel to the high-performance engine running in this body, and it's gonna run me all the way to Full Circle and beyond!"
The crowd cheers the confident declaration, as Jack nods a few times in the center of the ring, his chest heaving from catching a few big breaths.
"But that's something to worry about starting tomorrow and on. Right now...it's time to GO GET FUCKED UP! WHO'S COMIN' WITH ME?!"
The biggest cheer yet since he picked up the mic, and the new champion laughs and throws the mic over his shoulder. His music hits once again, and he climbs out of the ring. Raising the belt over his head with one hand, Tracks jumps the rail, and makes his way through the crowd, his prize high in the air, as the audience starts to follow him to the stairs leading back to the streets of New York, and most likely one hell of a celebration.
O: "And that's the end of this week's GHW Live! We've seens some heated competition, new Death From Above entrants, and the crowning of a new Television Champion! Who, from the looks of it, is going to take our entire audience out to take over New York!"
H: "And I think I'm gonna join 'em! Tracks isn't my favorite guy in the world, but I'm not about to say no to a party!"
The sound of a headset hitting the table cuts off the very end of Hyper's sentence.
O: "Oh god. I better go after him before he does something stupid. Again. Anyway, that's this week's GHW Live! See you next week, everybody!"
The ref's hands fly up for the final count, which would put an end to the championship match. The sound of many breaths being taken and held washes through the crowd, many of them sure that the effort was for naught. But in mid-motion, Jack Track's body crosses the very edge of the bottom rope, and the hands that were just about to spell out his defeat cross each other wildly in the direction of the time keeper.
"No! He made it! Don't ring it!"
O: "With not even a second to spare, the challenger has managed to roll the champion and himself back in!"
H: "What a bitch that would've been to lose your big chance by knocking the other guy out TOO hard!"
Having barely made it back into the ring, Tracks looks down at the laid-out champion. He wasn't moving an inch, but he was still a bit too close to the ropes for comfort. He wasn't making that mistake again. Not with a chance like this. While still on his knees, Tracks grabs the Mexican by his legs, dragging him towards the center of the canvas. The challenger drapes his body over the champion's, hooking both legs for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
The ref signals for the bell, and with that, the victor's music kicks in right at the ring.
The crowd explodes the moment the song hits. And so does Jack, quickly rolling off of his opponent, ending up back up on his knees. His face at first a look of disbelief, which quickly gives way to shut eyes and a roar of triumph, heard even over to cheering crowd. He leans over and slaps the mat with both hands, before jumping to his feet, fists clenched as another bellow escapes his chest.
"Here is your winner....and.....NEEEEEWWWW GHW Television Champion.....Jaaaaaaaack....TRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKSSS!"
The referee grabs Tracks' hand and places the title belt in his grabs, before raising that hand high into the air, so all the crowd can see the victor's prize.
O: "And it's all over! After one hell of a back-and-forth, Jack Tracks pulls off the victory, and is now your new Television Champion!"
H: "I can't believe it! Three matches in and already he's won a title?! Who the hell let that happen?!"
Jack, belt in tow, rushes over to the nearest turnbuckle and takes a hold of the top rope with his free hand. The opposite-side foot goes on the middle buckle, and Jack gives a couple head-bangs, his hair flying all about, before pulling himself up to stand on the buckle, raising his new title high in the air with both hands. He yells out to the rowdy crowd, many of whom have been clapping along in rhythm with the music.
The new champion jumps down from the corner, taking a moment to make sure he doesn't lose his balance after using so much energy. He stays stable, though,and walks over to Coors, patting him on the chest and talking into his ear. Coors nods, and Tracks slings the strap over his shoulder, as the announcer hands him the microphone.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on! Cut the music for a second!"
The sound crew does as they are told, and when it cuts out, the crowd bursts into a simple, but telling, chant.
"TRACKS! TRACKS! TRACKS! TRACKS!"
Jack stands in the middle of the ring, belt over his shoulder, looking over the crowd. He soaks in the chanting for a good 10 seconds, before finally speaking again, with some heavy breaths between sentences.
"I'm gonna keep this quick. I just wanted to say...thank you to all you fucking maniacs out there! These last few weeks....they've been the most awesome weeks I can remember! And it's because of crowds like you! And hey....don't you people worry that I'm gonna become complacent just because I've got this belt!"
Tracks looks down at the belt on his shoulder with a big grin, before looking over the crowd once more.
"It sure is pretty though, ain't it? But this is just the start! I'm in the fast lane to the top, and I'm gonna ride it all the way to the top of GHW! This win tonight is just adding more fuel to the high-performance engine running in this body, and it's gonna run me all the way to Full Circle and beyond!"
The crowd cheers the confident declaration, as Jack nods a few times in the center of the ring, his chest heaving from catching a few big breaths.
"But that's something to worry about starting tomorrow and on. Right now...it's time to GO GET FUCKED UP! WHO'S COMIN' WITH ME?!"
The biggest cheer yet since he picked up the mic, and the new champion laughs and throws the mic over his shoulder. His music hits once again, and he climbs out of the ring. Raising the belt over his head with one hand, Tracks jumps the rail, and makes his way through the crowd, his prize high in the air, as the audience starts to follow him to the stairs leading back to the streets of New York, and most likely one hell of a celebration.
O: "And that's the end of this week's GHW Live! We've seens some heated competition, new Death From Above entrants, and the crowning of a new Television Champion! Who, from the looks of it, is going to take our entire audience out to take over New York!"
H: "And I think I'm gonna join 'em! Tracks isn't my favorite guy in the world, but I'm not about to say no to a party!"
The sound of a headset hitting the table cuts off the very end of Hyper's sentence.
O: "Oh god. I better go after him before he does something stupid. Again. Anyway, that's this week's GHW Live! See you next week, everybody!"