Post by Dustin Delta on Feb 27, 2012 19:55:58 GMT -5
Nicholas Carson's fingers tighten their grasp on the cold, merciless steel of the wrench. Bloods drips from the head of the tool, covering the taped-up hand of Nicholas Carson which had been bandaged in between rounds, after he had been crucified in the ring. The crimson seeping into the pale bandages seems to make Nicky feel more sadistic, as the baneful expression on his visage grows more sinister. Jack, well aware of Carson's presence, reaches for the ropes, so that he may have some support to utilize to properly rise to a vertical stance. Firmly locking his hands around the ropes, Tracks tugs on them, rising to a dazed standing position, facing away from Nicholas. The champion smiles his mutilated smile as it sets in that he is moments away from retaining his King of the Deathmatch Championship. The Walking Apocalypse goes to swing the weapon, but Jack is able to exit the ring, over the ropes and directly to ringside as if eliminating himself from a Battle Royal. The wrench is sent flying out of Carson's hand, and falls to ringside, not too far from the Indianan, who turns around in panic as his chest heaves, his heart racing from that near encounter. Frustrated and aggravated, the Asylum Patient releases a lion-like roar which is cut short by a stiff forearm to the spine by Mighty Man Millson, who has finally found the strength to stand. Before the gargantuan champion has a chance to turn around and face his offender, Triple M follows it up with an elbow to the back, knocking the monstrosity to his knees, his jaw placed on the second rope. For an instant, Millson and Jack both agree to put aside the schism that stands between these two men--one who despises the fans and one who needs them. Jack, although pain surges throughout his being, steps up onto the apron and uses his left arm to hook the neck of Nicky. The Whitby Wonder takes a deep breath and turns around, running the ropes and making a sprint towards Carson. Jumping to lift off his heels up, Millson connects to the upper back with a dropkick, giving the deadweight corpse of Nicholas a burst of forward momentum. Using it to his advantage at the precise moment, Tracks pulls Carson out of the ropes and plants his head onto the concrete on the outside with a DDT, which inflicts some recoil to the back of Jacks, but the Indianan is able to stand fairly quickly. The Red Flag Revolutionist takes a moment to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, but in the blink of an eye, he is sliding back into the ring, closing in on the Wrestling Enterprise.
Tracks is not late to any tea party, as he stands up and immediately stiffens his arm to connect with a clothesline to Millson, knocking him down to a prone position. Feeding off the adrenaline running into his kidneys and from there to the rest of his body, Jack runs the ropes and moves in towards Triple M, who slides under the feet of the Indianan. Instead of continuing on and rebounding off the opposite set of ropes, Jack stops dead in his tracks and turns to face the Tag Team Champion, but finds himself on the receiving end of a Pele Kick. The middleweight staggers back into the north-east corner of the ring, his back on the turnbuckle padding. A grin smudging the face of the English Egotist, he dashes forth and turns at the opportune moment, driving a back elbow into the chest of young Jack Tracks. With his control in full throttle, Millson pushes Jack up, planting both his feet on the second rope. In hot pursuit, the Whitby native steps up as well, locking his arms around the torso to attempt a Belly-to-Belly suplex. Jack still has fight in him, delivering a forearm to the head of Millson. It subdues him for a moment, but Mighty Man's grasp is still tight. Tracks struggles, but continues to drive a series of elbows into the shoulder of the former Television Champion, weakening the arm more and more. Finally, the grip that Triple M II had on the torso is broken, and with a shoving-motion by the sole of his boot, Jack pushes Millson down to the mat, where he lay supine. Allowing his daredevil side to show, the Indiana prodigy ascends a rope, standing with boot feet planted on the top turnbuckle. Taking a moment to soak in the spotlight, Jack looks out into the audience of thousands upon thousands, taunting. But this may have been too much of a distraction, as Nicholas Carson rolls under the bottom rope and steps up to the second rope just as Tracks turns back and expects to see the Whitby Wonder. The Devil's Wingman pummels the temple of Tracks with a closed fist, and catches the torso of the smaller superstar. He lifts Jack and rotates into a Double-A Spinebuster off of the second rope, dropping the weight of himself and of Jack onto the fallen body of Mighty Man Millson II. Jack and Millson seem to be out cold as Nicholas rises back to his feet and roars, an audible portrayal of his dominion.
However, one factor had not been counted.
The fox-like Dustin Delta rolls into the ring behind the current King of the Deathmatch Champion, leading the crowd to a bit of a pop--perhaps not for Dustin Delta, but for an end to Carson. Brimming with confidence, Double D delivers a swift right kick to the back of Nicky Boy's thigh. The entire leg seems to quake, and the Apocalyptic One falls to his knees. The Sleepwalker takes a step back and quickly takes two forward before jumping and planting the point of his knee into the back of the champion's head, causing him to fall to all fours. The crowd gives a decent pop for the Kingship Courier, who runs to the ropes and rockets forth towards Carson. Delta steps up, placing both feet on the back of the Super Heavyweight, using him as a launchpad. The Courier of Controversy springs up, adjusts his body whilst in flight, and descends with his bicep and forearm perpendicular. The elbow falls right onto Carson's head, which falls into the canvas and gruesomely bounces back up before finally resting on the mat. Using all of the strength his body has access to, Dustin pushes on the side and torso of Nick Carson, flipping him to a supine position. Double D, being a smaller combatant, isn't strong enough to hit "Malice in Slumberland" or flip Carson over again for "Through the Looking Glass." All he can do now is hook the leg and hope for the best. The crowd chants along as the referee counts the pinfall.
"1!"
"That creative elbow drop may have been the end of Carson's reign! The champ is out like a light!"
"2!"
"This may be it!"
And in what some may call a Kodak moment, 20,000 cameras flash from different corners of the famed GHW Arena, as the final conclusive call was made in Dawn of Destruction's extreme main event. In that moment, time slows done and history finds itself at a crawl. Even those who once called themselves the Gods and Heretics of this company are in awe as they saw what they never thought they'd see.
"3!"
The minuscule underdog, Dustin Delta, earns his second King of the Deathmatch Championship, after pinning the Walking Apocalype that mere mortals know as "Nicholas Carson." Dustin finds himself at his knees, fists clenched in front of his chest and tears rolling from his eyes as he revels in his miraculous victory. Blood pours out onto his skin like signs of the fierce battle that has finally come to a close. The entire audience has ended up popping well rowdily for a man they never thought they'd cheer after his debut match. Time came to a standstill as the marquee that lit up underneath the nosebleeds read: "DUSTIN WINS!" The hard cameras zoom out, revealing the entirety of the GHW Arena, on their feet, behind and around the Tower of London structure, as Delta remained in his victorious pose in the ring. A picture perfect moment. The referee retrieves the coveted silver and leather that Delta once knew as familiar, handing it to the overjoyed superstar as the tears fall from his face. The Sleepwalker stands and throws up the belt over his head, his hands clutching the strap as if it meant the world to him.
Simply because it did.
"The winner, and your NEW King of the Deathmatch Champion..."The King of Hearts", DUSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIN DELLLLLLLLLLLTAAAAAAAAA!"
The belt slid down the right arm of Dustin Delta--past all the tattoos, each of which retained a significant meaning to him personally, claiming it's rightful spot on his shoulder--symbolic of how the title too meant something to him. Comforting his head with his left arm, Delta rolls out of the ring and bursts out of the sixty-foot-tall chamber, finding himself on the small incline towards the darkened stage, which still is out of power due to Track's shenanigans with the generator. Double D approaches one side of fans and holds up his title, standing right beside the steel barricades where an abundance of attendees try to pat him on the back or chest to wish him congratulations. The championship seems to have a special glow to it when in Delta's grasp. "Alice" walks to the other side of the ramp and continues the celebration among the GHW Faithful, who are still in shock and awe, and a new-found respect and admiration. Moving back towards the center of the ramp, Dustin Delta undoes the steel straps on the belt's ends, and fits it properly around his waist, re-snapping them into place. He stands in the part of the arena that is still lit for a moment, exasperated as the entire situation soaks in.
"Attention, production booth, we have found a back up generator--connecting it right now, show will end with some functioning lighting."
"Great, turn that bad boy on!"
"I cannot believe my eyes or ears! Dustin Delta has emerged victorious in the first-ever Tower of London deathmatch, and he is our NEW King of the Deathmatch Championship! And to add to that, the fans are cheering him! Dawn of Destruction 2012 will not be a night soon forgotten by anybody in GHW or the world!"
"We've got to thank everybody for tuning in to Dawn of Destruction, have a good night folks and we hope you enjoyed the show! We'll see you next Tuesday on Triumph!"
Dustin walks up the ramp and into the darkened part of the stage, seemingly fading to black as if the show was over. But then, the lighting and stage return to functionality as the second generator is connected, and the earlier Dawn of Destruction set had been swapped out for a colossal medieval set, built to represent the Royal Castle as portrayed in Alice in Wonderland. Dustin stands, facing the stage for a moment, the entire arena in awe at this extravagant celebration for the victory. Double D, in one swift movement, turns around and throws a fist forward, and a pyro blasts off from the stage and from the set-up below the rafters, just adding to complete eruption within the arena. Fireworks are set off all around him and the capacity crowd as Dustin falls to his knees and streamers are thrown in from the stage and from the bottom of the ramp, and he finds himself to be a decorated hero. A decorated champion.
Dustin Delta had truly become the King of Hearts.
(EoT)
Tracks is not late to any tea party, as he stands up and immediately stiffens his arm to connect with a clothesline to Millson, knocking him down to a prone position. Feeding off the adrenaline running into his kidneys and from there to the rest of his body, Jack runs the ropes and moves in towards Triple M, who slides under the feet of the Indianan. Instead of continuing on and rebounding off the opposite set of ropes, Jack stops dead in his tracks and turns to face the Tag Team Champion, but finds himself on the receiving end of a Pele Kick. The middleweight staggers back into the north-east corner of the ring, his back on the turnbuckle padding. A grin smudging the face of the English Egotist, he dashes forth and turns at the opportune moment, driving a back elbow into the chest of young Jack Tracks. With his control in full throttle, Millson pushes Jack up, planting both his feet on the second rope. In hot pursuit, the Whitby native steps up as well, locking his arms around the torso to attempt a Belly-to-Belly suplex. Jack still has fight in him, delivering a forearm to the head of Millson. It subdues him for a moment, but Mighty Man's grasp is still tight. Tracks struggles, but continues to drive a series of elbows into the shoulder of the former Television Champion, weakening the arm more and more. Finally, the grip that Triple M II had on the torso is broken, and with a shoving-motion by the sole of his boot, Jack pushes Millson down to the mat, where he lay supine. Allowing his daredevil side to show, the Indiana prodigy ascends a rope, standing with boot feet planted on the top turnbuckle. Taking a moment to soak in the spotlight, Jack looks out into the audience of thousands upon thousands, taunting. But this may have been too much of a distraction, as Nicholas Carson rolls under the bottom rope and steps up to the second rope just as Tracks turns back and expects to see the Whitby Wonder. The Devil's Wingman pummels the temple of Tracks with a closed fist, and catches the torso of the smaller superstar. He lifts Jack and rotates into a Double-A Spinebuster off of the second rope, dropping the weight of himself and of Jack onto the fallen body of Mighty Man Millson II. Jack and Millson seem to be out cold as Nicholas rises back to his feet and roars, an audible portrayal of his dominion.
However, one factor had not been counted.
The fox-like Dustin Delta rolls into the ring behind the current King of the Deathmatch Champion, leading the crowd to a bit of a pop--perhaps not for Dustin Delta, but for an end to Carson. Brimming with confidence, Double D delivers a swift right kick to the back of Nicky Boy's thigh. The entire leg seems to quake, and the Apocalyptic One falls to his knees. The Sleepwalker takes a step back and quickly takes two forward before jumping and planting the point of his knee into the back of the champion's head, causing him to fall to all fours. The crowd gives a decent pop for the Kingship Courier, who runs to the ropes and rockets forth towards Carson. Delta steps up, placing both feet on the back of the Super Heavyweight, using him as a launchpad. The Courier of Controversy springs up, adjusts his body whilst in flight, and descends with his bicep and forearm perpendicular. The elbow falls right onto Carson's head, which falls into the canvas and gruesomely bounces back up before finally resting on the mat. Using all of the strength his body has access to, Dustin pushes on the side and torso of Nick Carson, flipping him to a supine position. Double D, being a smaller combatant, isn't strong enough to hit "Malice in Slumberland" or flip Carson over again for "Through the Looking Glass." All he can do now is hook the leg and hope for the best. The crowd chants along as the referee counts the pinfall.
"1!"
"That creative elbow drop may have been the end of Carson's reign! The champ is out like a light!"
"2!"
"This may be it!"
And in what some may call a Kodak moment, 20,000 cameras flash from different corners of the famed GHW Arena, as the final conclusive call was made in Dawn of Destruction's extreme main event. In that moment, time slows done and history finds itself at a crawl. Even those who once called themselves the Gods and Heretics of this company are in awe as they saw what they never thought they'd see.
"3!"
The minuscule underdog, Dustin Delta, earns his second King of the Deathmatch Championship, after pinning the Walking Apocalype that mere mortals know as "Nicholas Carson." Dustin finds himself at his knees, fists clenched in front of his chest and tears rolling from his eyes as he revels in his miraculous victory. Blood pours out onto his skin like signs of the fierce battle that has finally come to a close. The entire audience has ended up popping well rowdily for a man they never thought they'd cheer after his debut match. Time came to a standstill as the marquee that lit up underneath the nosebleeds read: "DUSTIN WINS!" The hard cameras zoom out, revealing the entirety of the GHW Arena, on their feet, behind and around the Tower of London structure, as Delta remained in his victorious pose in the ring. A picture perfect moment. The referee retrieves the coveted silver and leather that Delta once knew as familiar, handing it to the overjoyed superstar as the tears fall from his face. The Sleepwalker stands and throws up the belt over his head, his hands clutching the strap as if it meant the world to him.
Simply because it did.
"The winner, and your NEW King of the Deathmatch Champion..."The King of Hearts", DUSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIN DELLLLLLLLLLLTAAAAAAAAA!"
The belt slid down the right arm of Dustin Delta--past all the tattoos, each of which retained a significant meaning to him personally, claiming it's rightful spot on his shoulder--symbolic of how the title too meant something to him. Comforting his head with his left arm, Delta rolls out of the ring and bursts out of the sixty-foot-tall chamber, finding himself on the small incline towards the darkened stage, which still is out of power due to Track's shenanigans with the generator. Double D approaches one side of fans and holds up his title, standing right beside the steel barricades where an abundance of attendees try to pat him on the back or chest to wish him congratulations. The championship seems to have a special glow to it when in Delta's grasp. "Alice" walks to the other side of the ramp and continues the celebration among the GHW Faithful, who are still in shock and awe, and a new-found respect and admiration. Moving back towards the center of the ramp, Dustin Delta undoes the steel straps on the belt's ends, and fits it properly around his waist, re-snapping them into place. He stands in the part of the arena that is still lit for a moment, exasperated as the entire situation soaks in.
"Attention, production booth, we have found a back up generator--connecting it right now, show will end with some functioning lighting."
"Great, turn that bad boy on!"
"I cannot believe my eyes or ears! Dustin Delta has emerged victorious in the first-ever Tower of London deathmatch, and he is our NEW King of the Deathmatch Championship! And to add to that, the fans are cheering him! Dawn of Destruction 2012 will not be a night soon forgotten by anybody in GHW or the world!"
"We've got to thank everybody for tuning in to Dawn of Destruction, have a good night folks and we hope you enjoyed the show! We'll see you next Tuesday on Triumph!"
Dustin walks up the ramp and into the darkened part of the stage, seemingly fading to black as if the show was over. But then, the lighting and stage return to functionality as the second generator is connected, and the earlier Dawn of Destruction set had been swapped out for a colossal medieval set, built to represent the Royal Castle as portrayed in Alice in Wonderland. Dustin stands, facing the stage for a moment, the entire arena in awe at this extravagant celebration for the victory. Double D, in one swift movement, turns around and throws a fist forward, and a pyro blasts off from the stage and from the set-up below the rafters, just adding to complete eruption within the arena. Fireworks are set off all around him and the capacity crowd as Dustin falls to his knees and streamers are thrown in from the stage and from the bottom of the ramp, and he finds himself to be a decorated hero. A decorated champion.
Dustin Delta had truly become the King of Hearts.
(EoT)
