Post by Dustin Delta on Apr 26, 2012 22:23:37 GMT -5
Millson takes a swing with the championship belt, putting everything he values on the line as he opts to use a prized possession of his, as opposed to relying solely on his wrestling abilities as he tended to in past battles. Time seems to slow down as he does, and all eyes are on Dustin Delta now. Will he be on the receiving end, or will he be able to escape the fatality in gold? Such questions race through the minds of the millions as the championship slowly inches closer and closer to the Deathmatch Champion. Dustin, widened eyes and open mind, ducks his head down, taking a long step forward and swiftly passing under the swinging Tag Team Championship. Time seems to resume a normal pace, and Millson's wild shot in the dark fails to connect, sending Millson's upper body plummeting down, his chin hitting the ambulance's back bumper, laying there. With a wide grin spreading across his face, Double D makes a quick dash and jump up to the apron, bouncing off of them for momentum, and he hops off the apron and bends his elbow, driving the point of the joint into the raised back of the Mighty Man. Elective Insomnia hits! The move that ended the career of Nicholas Carson and even put an end to Ryan Hughes in record time! The Bostonian fans go wild, and by the sound of their reaction, they're practically begging the Sleepwalker to give Millson a nap in the ambulance. The doors are already opened wide, just begging for a body to be shoved in. The King of Hearts picks the Wrestling Enterprise up, one hand holding the waistband of his tights and the other holding his collar. Delta takes two steps back and then rushes forward, tossing the body of the Whitby Wonder into the open ambulance, screaming "INTO THE RABBIT HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!" as he does. With a final effort, the King of the Deathmatch Champion pushes the doors closed, and the bell rings and the doors lock into place, sealing the Daddy's Boy inside.
"Delta's done it! It's over!"
"Your winner and still the King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dusssssssstiiiiiiiiiin Deeeeltaaaaaaaaa!'
"Bravo to the kid. His fourth successful victory in a King of the Deathmatch Championship bout, and not against any push-over opponents. Hayden HardKore, Matt Violence, Nicholas Carson, Jack Tracks, Mighty Man Millson, Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, Kahlan Clarkson...All opponents who Delta has beat in those four matches."
"Dustin Delta has proved tonight that he is the better man. His career had run parallel to Mighty Man Millson's until this point. Tonight, history is changed as Double D proves that he is the future of this company and of the Deathmatch's kingship."
A ringside official approaches the victorious contestant, holding his retained King of the Deathmatch Championship belt. Dustin doesn't allow much time for a celebration--he doesn't allow his music to play. He quickly snatches his championship from the arbitrary employee and then rolls into the ring as fast as he can with the remaining energy he has after that long-fought match. No expression of relief or happiness crosses the face of the King of Hearts, but instead, his face reads waves and speaks volumes about agitation and annoyance. Double D pushes Charlie Coors aside, robbing him of the microphone and thus entitling himself to his voice. The audience is still rewarding the young 2-time Deathmatch Champion with an honorable applause after the masterpiece of a defense that he had just given them. But seemingly, the Blitz didn't care for such a nostos, such a reception. No. Instead, it seemed that there was some concept in the mind of Delta which was ripping away at his very insides, something he could no longer hold in. So, the King of the Deathmatch pursed his lips, wrapping them around the words as he leaked his mind out to his admirers.
"I could've sworn that the annals of Glory and Honor Wrestling were haunted. I swear, this place is haunted, because all I see are ghosts. Figures from past lives looking to live out their wildest dreams because they were never good enough to do so the first time around. It's a problem, a conflict of such a colossal size that no simple exorcism could heal."
"I could swear this place is haunted, because all these apparitions are rattling their chains and causing a ruckus which deprives many of sleep, as they will on June 10th. When it will not just be chains that rattle as these ghosts flutter about, but it will be cages. Asylums. Prisons of the infamous NeXus Deathmatch. And now I believe it's clear as day that these ghosts that I speak of are none other than the GHW Legends and Veterans we've seen running around and teasing returns. If you remember, I was hung up on Ryan Hughes and the injustices he performed, which you were all eyewitnesses to. Ryan returned after claiming to have retired, practically mutilated poor up-and-comer Freddy McGavin, and stole the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago using a stolen Golden Ticket. I thought that THAT misdemeanor was disgraceful. But what is truly atrocious is the example he's provided for all the others."
"I could swear this place is haunted because of the faces of the damned and dead I see in the locker room or in the vignettes. Thomas Walker returned earlier tonight, to face Jack Tracks. An employee of death's vise come to reap the soul of that child new to the valley. Not to mention all we've heard of Brad Windsor and the despicable monopoly man himself, Hayden HardKore. Amongst other rumors. All these ghosts think that they can be like a star in our precious night's sky. They hide in the shades until they see fit, and when they do, the cloud passes and they can be seen again and I find it absolutely disgusting. These men think that they can return because NeXuS could serve as a gateway back to the glory days. If they can win NeXuS, they have a chance to climb to our industry's apex again and hold high the GHW Championship. Meanwhile, here I am, the future that holds together the two columns of Glory and of Honor, holding this championship that shows barely more than I could use a weapon to physically break any man who steps in my way. This title has been in the hands of many of these ghosts. Hayden. Dominick. The Walkers."
"Vladimir."
"The history behind this championship is indeed a rich and beautiful one, but even with all of that considered, it's just not enough for me. I want to move up and use my potential and my momentum and do whatever I must to show that the sands of time are my puppets and win the GHW Championship on my own, for the first time, by no luck. And when I do, I'll sure as hell still be holding this championship. Because even with this hauntings and even with those new to our valleys, there is no visible competitor good enough to strip me of it. But the naked eye fails to see all. So I've come up with a fool proof way to find the one person sly enough, powerful enough, worthy enough to face me next. And Jamie Graves will agree to my terms because no matter how much that black heart that writhes in his chest cavity despises me, he knows how important I am. He knows I am the King. But the King isn't doing well lately with all these distractions..."
"I could swear this place is haunted. I could swear that I see ghosts. I could swear this place is haunted, I could promise I'm the host. Say night-night, naptime, sleep tight. By mourn, all wrong will be right. For no mortal man, none of night's jesters, could ever be Dustin Delta's better."
[/i]"Delta's done it! It's over!"
"Your winner and still the King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dusssssssstiiiiiiiiiin Deeeeltaaaaaaaaa!'
"Bravo to the kid. His fourth successful victory in a King of the Deathmatch Championship bout, and not against any push-over opponents. Hayden HardKore, Matt Violence, Nicholas Carson, Jack Tracks, Mighty Man Millson, Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, Kahlan Clarkson...All opponents who Delta has beat in those four matches."
"Dustin Delta has proved tonight that he is the better man. His career had run parallel to Mighty Man Millson's until this point. Tonight, history is changed as Double D proves that he is the future of this company and of the Deathmatch's kingship."
A ringside official approaches the victorious contestant, holding his retained King of the Deathmatch Championship belt. Dustin doesn't allow much time for a celebration--he doesn't allow his music to play. He quickly snatches his championship from the arbitrary employee and then rolls into the ring as fast as he can with the remaining energy he has after that long-fought match. No expression of relief or happiness crosses the face of the King of Hearts, but instead, his face reads waves and speaks volumes about agitation and annoyance. Double D pushes Charlie Coors aside, robbing him of the microphone and thus entitling himself to his voice. The audience is still rewarding the young 2-time Deathmatch Champion with an honorable applause after the masterpiece of a defense that he had just given them. But seemingly, the Blitz didn't care for such a nostos, such a reception. No. Instead, it seemed that there was some concept in the mind of Delta which was ripping away at his very insides, something he could no longer hold in. So, the King of the Deathmatch pursed his lips, wrapping them around the words as he leaked his mind out to his admirers.
"I could've sworn that the annals of Glory and Honor Wrestling were haunted. I swear, this place is haunted, because all I see are ghosts. Figures from past lives looking to live out their wildest dreams because they were never good enough to do so the first time around. It's a problem, a conflict of such a colossal size that no simple exorcism could heal."
"I could swear this place is haunted, because all these apparitions are rattling their chains and causing a ruckus which deprives many of sleep, as they will on June 10th. When it will not just be chains that rattle as these ghosts flutter about, but it will be cages. Asylums. Prisons of the infamous NeXus Deathmatch. And now I believe it's clear as day that these ghosts that I speak of are none other than the GHW Legends and Veterans we've seen running around and teasing returns. If you remember, I was hung up on Ryan Hughes and the injustices he performed, which you were all eyewitnesses to. Ryan returned after claiming to have retired, practically mutilated poor up-and-comer Freddy McGavin, and stole the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago using a stolen Golden Ticket. I thought that THAT misdemeanor was disgraceful. But what is truly atrocious is the example he's provided for all the others."
"I could swear this place is haunted because of the faces of the damned and dead I see in the locker room or in the vignettes. Thomas Walker returned earlier tonight, to face Jack Tracks. An employee of death's vise come to reap the soul of that child new to the valley. Not to mention all we've heard of Brad Windsor and the despicable monopoly man himself, Hayden HardKore. Amongst other rumors. All these ghosts think that they can be like a star in our precious night's sky. They hide in the shades until they see fit, and when they do, the cloud passes and they can be seen again and I find it absolutely disgusting. These men think that they can return because NeXuS could serve as a gateway back to the glory days. If they can win NeXuS, they have a chance to climb to our industry's apex again and hold high the GHW Championship. Meanwhile, here I am, the future that holds together the two columns of Glory and of Honor, holding this championship that shows barely more than I could use a weapon to physically break any man who steps in my way. This title has been in the hands of many of these ghosts. Hayden. Dominick. The Walkers."
"Vladimir."
"The history behind this championship is indeed a rich and beautiful one, but even with all of that considered, it's just not enough for me. I want to move up and use my potential and my momentum and do whatever I must to show that the sands of time are my puppets and win the GHW Championship on my own, for the first time, by no luck. And when I do, I'll sure as hell still be holding this championship. Because even with this hauntings and even with those new to our valleys, there is no visible competitor good enough to strip me of it. But the naked eye fails to see all. So I've come up with a fool proof way to find the one person sly enough, powerful enough, worthy enough to face me next. And Jamie Graves will agree to my terms because no matter how much that black heart that writhes in his chest cavity despises me, he knows how important I am. He knows I am the King. But the King isn't doing well lately with all these distractions..."
"I could swear this place is haunted. I could swear that I see ghosts. I could swear this place is haunted, I could promise I'm the host. Say night-night, naptime, sleep tight. By mourn, all wrong will be right. For no mortal man, none of night's jesters, could ever be Dustin Delta's better."
Dustin forcefully hands the microphone back to Charlie Coors, but before his music could play him out, before the color commentators could get a word in edgewise, before he could even be giving a reception following his address, an agonizing shriek is heard from the ambulance at ringside. The sirens begin to go off, but it is perplexing how, for only Millson is inside and he is unconscious. The headlights turn on, the ambulance doors fly open at godspeed, and out falls a bloodied, battered corpse of the Mighty Man, who's painful cries for help echo throughout the silenced arena. None dare to approach the vehicle, fearful for what terrors lie within. As the air is still and nout a sound is made, the arena lights turn off. And now, the only light in the building is omitting from the ambulance's headlights, and from the opened back compartment. The braveheart of Dustin Delta is tempted to move forward, but fearful of what cryptic being lay within, waiting for prey.
(To be haunted by he-who-shall-not-be named...)[/center][/size]
