Triple Threat Ladder Match

[haven]

The crowd knew the match card before hand and therefore stood tall, each and every one, their voices dialed up high and ravenous as Charlie Coors took his post dead center of the ring in all his stoner-boy glory.

Coors: It is time for the GHW Championship Match! It will be fought under Triple Threat Ladder Match rules, which means the first one to climb a ladder and retrieve the GHW Championship suspended above the ring will be declared the victor. There will also be an added stipulation. Johnny Simpson, Joshua Vandiver, and Shawn Dreamer are BARRED from ringside.

The crowd cheers even louder at the announcement. There surely won't be any shenanigans now. However, said cheers turn to jeers as "Sex and Candy" begins to play, Kahlan's most famous and acceptable music intros.

Coors: Innnnnnntroducing first. Hailing from Newcastle, England. Weighing in at, she says none of your damn business, she is the Ladder Queen herself.... Kahlan Clarkson!

After a good minute and a half no Kahlan is present, which sends the fans into dissatisfied boos. They had paid good money to see Kahlan get her ass kicked and now, like so many times before, it appears their Blue Haired Harlot would no show.

Fuzz: Oh great. Not again. Fans we apologize.
Big Al: Kahlan is about as reliable as a promise from Obama.
Matt O: I've been saying it a long time now, the girl is the female Alex Stall. I honestly think Alex died some time ago and has since come to possess Kahlan's body.

An awkward silence falls over the commentator booth. They were raking their brains trying to figure out a way to talk the situation up. Then, suddenly, Wolverina's very first entrance music cranks up full blast bringing the fans into a massive eruption of cheers.



It doesn't take long for their modern day Wonder Woman to appear, and what an entrance she makes. The Cutest of the Cute explodes from behind the curtain cloth in her American Gladiatoress ring attire, but this time she has an accessory. A long, thick chain. And attached to the chain is yet another accessory - Kahlan Clarkson herself.

Big Al: What the hell? Is that Kahlan?
Fuzz: You're damn right it is! Folks Kahlan is indeed going to compete tonight, by hooker or crook.
Matt O: After being humiliated and additionally crushed at the hands of Kahlan, who has been flaunting her 15-0 record against Wolfie lately, this doesn't surprise me a bit. And it might be the best way for her to go about it. Take Kahlan out before the match begins. Sometimes you just have to sink to another's level to succeed. She promised she was going to do just that!

The Blue Haired Bitch's tongue protrudes from her mouth as Wolfie pulls hard on the chain around K's neck, causing the Ladder Queen to crawl on her hands and knees like a dog. Haven tugs mightily and spins to the left, generating enough power to hurl the Brit Blitz into the crowd barricade to her right, then repeats the action to the barrier to her left. Each time Pretty K impacts the steel partition separating the paying from the paid, it drives into the shins and thighs of the rambunctious fans, but they don't seem to find. Their Princess was in full command. Nothing could ruin it for them. Having punished Miss Clarkson enough on the outside, the People's Princess bypasses some ladders strewn around and rolls Miss Clarkson into the ring and follows suit.

Kahlan has just enough wit about her though, and grips the chain with both hands as she scrambles to her feet in a haste. Being the cagey veteran she is, Pretty K lures the People's Princess into a false sense of security and shatters it by whirling around at the last second, nailing the charging lioness across the face with the chain. From there, the Queen of Ladders unravels herself from the rest of the links and begins lashing Wolverina across the back and legs with it mercilessly.

Fuzz: If Millson doesn't get out here soon, he find find himself losing his title before he's even officially introduced. I can't believe the referee hasn't tried to stop either of these women yet.
Matt O: That referee is probably the smartest zebra in the pack. He knows better than to mettle in affairs of two hellcats going at it.

TBCB MIllson.

[Millson and Simpson]

The now familiar theme of the despised GHW champion hits the PA system and as soon as the crowd begin to unleash their distaste at his arrival, Mighty Man Millson walks through the curtain. However, despite the urgency of the situation, Millson slowly walks down the entrance ramp, with a microphone in his left hand. Seemingly unflustered by the women's brawl inside the ring, Millson adresses the GHW audience and the General Manager.

Oh look, Kahlan and Wolverina are beating each other up with a chain. Dow Jones, I told you before the match that if these two trash-bag hoes were allowed to represent this company as the GHW champion, there would be anarchy. And here's a preview. But whether you like me or not, you have to respect my determination and perseverance, so despite being outnumbered in this match, I'm going to simply ascend the ladder and grab what's mine to prevent MY company from entering damnation. Because now more than ever, GHW...NEEDS...MORE...MILLSON!

Millson throws the microphone to one side and slides underneath the bottom rope, signalling the true beginning of the GHW championship contest. Kahlan, fresh from beating Wolverina to a pulp with the chain, turns her attention to the Whitby Wonder, throwing her fist at his cranial lobe. Triple M, expecting the lusty blow, ducks underneath the steel chain and throws his boot into the midriff of the Geordie Jezebel, doubling over Krazy K. Millson hits the ropes adjacent to Kahlan's eyeline and returns to throws his boots into the air, attempting a Dropkick to the side of Clarkson's head, only for Kahlan to sidestep the manouevre, the Mighty Man hitting nothing but the canvas. As Millson instincitvely rolls back to his feet, Kahlan leaps forward and throws her chain-covered fist into the bridge of the Mighty Man's nose, knocking the champion flat on his back in the centre of the squared circle. Millson rolls underneath the bottom rope to escape the immediate danger as Wolverina hauls herself back to her fullest verticality, Clarkson once more attempting a knockout blow with the chain. However, this time Wolverina pre-empts the attack and throws her boots into the kneecap of Krazy K, Kahlan's equilibrium shattering as she falls face-first to the mat. The chain wriggles free from her hand and falls to the outside as Wolverina mounts the back of the Geordie and begins to pull back on her long hair, lifting Kahlan's head skywards. From there, Wolverina begins to throw wicked crossfaces that rattle the bewildered brain of her opponent, showing brutality unbecoming of a lady.

Wow, Wolverina's amping up the ferocity tonight.
That's what fighting for the GHW championship will do to you. Once that adrenalin kicks in, there's no going back.
And Kahlan's finding that out the hard way.

Throwing an impactful crossface with finality, Wolverina decides enough is enough and dismounts, before kicking Kahlan underneath the bottom rope, whereupon she drops lifelssly to the concrete. The People's Princess takes a second to glance the GHW championship, hanging 20 feet in the air, before rolling out of the squared circle to grab a ladder, carefully placing the ladder in the ring. However, before the Nebraskan can follow the steel implement back inside the ropes, she is blindsided by the Mighty Man, who shoulder barges Wolverina with all of his weight. As Wolverina hits the concrete, Millson begins to unload with boots to the slim frame of the Princess, unrelentingly taking advantage of her positioning. As Wolverina tries to cover up on the floor, Millson re-enters the ring and sets the ladder up underneath the hanging championship. Instead of attempting to ascend the steel rungs, though, the champion simply waits for Wolverina to crawl back to the ring apron and begin to pull herself up, the Ultimate Ego grabbing Wolverina by the hair and helping her to her full 5 feet and 8 inches. Whatever Millson had planned never becomes apparent as Wolverina drops back down to the floor, grabbing the right arm of the Mighty Man as she does so, snapping Millson's arm off the top rope. Triple M immediately clutches his arm in pain as Wolverina slides back inside the squared circle, the Nebraskan leaping into the air and wrapping her legs around the head of the champion, before grabbing his injured limb with her free hands and hyper-extending it.

A Flying Armbar from Wolverina and Millson's in all kinds of trouble now.
That's how quickly Wolverina can turn the match in her favour and now she's targeting the injured right arm of the champion.
But unfortunately for Wolverina, this is a Ladder match. You can't win by submission.

Millson emits a short, sharp grunt of pain as he falls to one knee, the weight of gravity and the People's Princess too much for the Daddy's Boy. Wolverina cranks up the pressure as she begins to feel Millson's arm pull out of it's socket, but before any lasting damage can be done, the conniving Clarkson sneaks into the ring and begins to ascend the ladder, unbeknownst to her opponents. The crowd begin to warn Wolverina of the impending danger and Wolverina relinquishes the submission hold, instead focusing on sprinting to the ladder and battering the back of Krazy K with clubbing punches. Wolvie pulls the weakened Kahlan back to the mat but before she can react, Clarkson leaps into the air and shoots her boot straight into the dome of Wolverina's skull, executing a flawless Enzeguiri. As Wolvie crumples to the canvas, a smile reveals itself on the red lips of the Geordie Jezebel, but before she can move another muscle, the Daddy's Boy wraps his arms around her waist from behind and leans backwards, throwing Kahlan head over heels to the canvas, Clarkson bouncing neck-first off the mat. Triple M pounds the ground and scrambles back to his feet as the German Suplex takes the Ladder Queen off her feet, before throwing his arms up in the air and emitting a cocky smirk, the crowd responding with a chorus of boos.

TBC

[B&lly]

The boos soon turn to cheers as “The Final Countdown” by Europe hits the speakers. Millson’s cocky smirk soon turns to a look of confusion as AJ Scally appears on stage wearing an Australian cricket shirt and board shorts as well as skate shoes.

Al: What is he doing out here his title shot is on Tuesday?

Fuzz: I don’t know Al and by the looks of things Millson doesn’t either.

Matt: Is he heading over here?

That Scally is, as after high fiving the fans along the entrance way the Aussie makes his way to commentary booth upon which he sits in the chair and places a headset on.

Scally: Hey guys how’s it going?

Al: What are you doing out here?

Scally: Here to scout and give the fine fans at home some awesome commentary.

AJ shows a cheesy grin and thumbs up to the camera before it pans around to show a still somewhat shocked champ.

TBC

Note: AJ will crack jokes at all 3 competitors and show no real favouritism. However, he will compliment any nice big spots done, no matter the Fighty fighty person.

[haven]

The shock soon wears off the Champion. After all it is only Scally. What's the threat in that? The mightiest of the Millson clan takes note of him anyway and scans the surrounding area, finding Kahlan still out on the outside and Wolverina much the same way on the other side, having rolled out dazed and confused after that Enzeguri. With the ladder right in front of him, the match is his for the taking. Triple M speedily ascends the first several rungs then, as if suddenly paranoid, slows down and looks at his adversaries. They are stirring, Kahlan in the lead and already pulling herself onto the apron. The Wonder from Whitby keeps a eagle eye on her as he climbs, but in doing so loses sense of Wolverina. Mistake. Not only is Haven up, she's got a ready-to-use steel chair in hand, given to her by a loyal member of her Queendom at ringside. In no time the Queen of Extreme lifts herself onto the apron and springboards onto the upper most cable, the chair danging in her hand. In perfect position directly behind Millson, the People's Princess takes wing and powers the chair toward his back.

*CLAAANG!*

It connects, but not with Mighty Man's back. The sly devil had spotted it in time and jumped off, causing the seating instrument to collide with the ladder and ricochet back into her face. Wolfie lands with a thud some feet down and lays there unmoving, a crimson stream advancing from a gash on the bridge of her nose. The GHW Champion punts her through bottom and middle ropes to the outside for good measure, making it clear he doesn't think she belongs in the ring with him. What he should have done was ascertain Kahlan's whereabouts, because she too takes to the air and Drop Kicks the ladder, careening it into the Whitby Wonder's back. The impact jars him to a knee but he's a double tough customer and stands right back up, only to be met with a 122 pound blur speeding toward him. Clasp between her hands, extended east to west, is the same chain used earlier, and she lassos him around the neck with it as she leaps up and past his right side. Gravity's greed claims them both, snapping them down to the canvas covered pine, Millson's neck taking the full brunt of the sadistic chain assisted Neck Breaker variant, leaving him in a spasmodic fit on the mat. The Champion makes a fool of himself by scrambling back to his feet while the rest of his body is not ready to catch up yet. And down he goes again in the same manner as before. He even falls victim to it a third time before finally getting the hint to stay down.

Fuzz: Kahlan is ruling the roost now. She's got that chain and there's not a thing anyone can do about it.
Scally: Not even the mighty Wonder Woman, I mean Wolverina can stop her. She's tried 15 times before and couldn't do it and right now I don't see that changing.
Matt: Millson did the smart thing by staying down. He needs to get out of there and convalesce if possible. Kahlan is in beast mode and as I can attest to, she shouldn't be trifled with when she's like this.
Big Al: Kahlan is flat out crazy. She could even have a suicide vest under her attire for all we know. She's car bombed before remember?
Matt: ...... Let's not go there, Al.

In a odd turn of events, the crowd begins to cheer for the Gorgeous Geordie, if only for the fact she'd just downed the hated Millson. She plays up to it by wrapping the chain around her dainty little fist and cocking it back, before dashing headlong at the now lapper legged but standing Whitbyan. He suddenly snaps back to life though, and manages to shift out of the way whilst hooking his right arm under her nearest armpit and lifting up with explosiveness, effectively launching her into orbit over the top rope with a Hip Toss for the ages. Luckily for Kahlan, her body makes a detour onto Wolfie's before landing, affording her at least some small measure of cushion. The two women come to a rest next to each other, arms and legs sprawled over the other, but still showing signs of life. As for Millie inside the ring, it had not been a second wind that would carry him onto victory, it had been a act of desperation, as evidenced by his sudden drop to a knee and nursing of his mangled neck. After a few agonizing moments he wills himself to a stand once more and seizes the ladder to make use of it. In lieu of doing the logical thing, which would be to climb it to the title above, the Millsonator sets course for the two ladies, who have somehow gotten to a sloppy stand with each others hair held tightly in the other's grasp.

Triple M brings the climbing apparatus across his chest and hurries toward the divas on the outside. Once near the ropes he hurls the end of it through the middle and bottom cables, aiming to blast both of them in the side of their pretty little faces. As fate, or luck, would have it, the women catch his actions out of their peripherals and break free of each other as the device is launched at them like a torpedo loosed from a battleship. And in that small fraction of a second, it is Haven who takes advantage of the situation by leaping up and driving both feet into the side of the ladder, sending it slamming right into that bag of smashed assholes Kahlan calls her face. Pretty K drops like a sack of potatoes and commences to wallow around clutching her mandible. There's no time for the Cornhusker Cutey to relish in her arch nemesis's peril, because the Mighty Man, realizing his snafu, starts to retract the ladder back into the squared hell. He won't get it without a fight though. The Paragon of Virtue clings onto the end of it and plays tug-o-war with him but starts to lose. To counter Millie's strength, she places a boot against the apron and pulls with all her might, but he is going to win and she knows it. So, Wolverina does the next best thing and lets go just as the Champion pulls with immense force. The spectators roll with laughter as he lands comically on his buttal area with the ladder on his lap. Millson's blooper lends way for Miss Cassady to finally get into the driver's seat, and she takes him up on the generous offer by body splashing the remaining portion of the ladder still on the outside. The metal in the Daddy's Boy lap flies up and pings him right under the chin, popping his head up and back as if in whiplash, the sadistic sound of it audible even into the far reaches of the sold out arena.

Scally: Well that's going to shut him up for awhile.
Fuzz: Wolfie just outwitted the smartest competitor on the roster.
Matt: And she's left an indelible mark on Millson by doing so.
Big Al: And on his chin to be more exact. This is where Wolfie excels. Just when you think she's doneskis, she pulls a 49'ers and comes roaring back. The question is who will play the part of the Ravens tonight?

With her worshipers solidly behind her, the Queen of Extreme scurries up to the top turnbuckle on nimble cat feet, rejuvenated and looking to drive her elbow straight through Mighty Man's arrogant heart. She stands fully erect and pays homage to the Macho Man but before she can blast off, her feet are clipped from under her by the hands of the Bitch from Britland. Wolverina lets out a guttural groan as she lands straddled on the upper buckle, and can do nothing about the salvo of fists that begin to connect with the side of her head. Kahlan's onslaught gets Haven loopy enough for the Brit Blitz to continue onto her next plan unabated. Pretty K soon stands atop the buckle with her back facing the inside of the ring. From there she stuffs the Golden Girl's head between her legs then lifts up, straining some but succeeding. With no theatrics about it, she jumps off the top buckle and lands on her buttocks while driving the top of Wolfie's brain-case into the canvas with murderous resolve. Silence rings out at the sight of the already controversial move known as the Pile Driver, a maneuver that has been banned in many federations around the world. But to see it done from the top rope speaks volumes about the level of hatred the Blue Haired Hellion has for the most beloved woman in wrestling history. Haven, to her credit, sells the move as beautifully if not more-so than RVD once did many moons ago upon getting hammered with a like minded move. Tummy's churn and hearts drop as the world bears witness to the sight of Wolverina convulsing for a few seconds then resting into an un-natural posture.

TBCB Kahlan or Millie Willie Boom Bah

[haven]

72 Hours - GHW Championship on the line, you damn right I'm using it. Have not seen any post reservations either.

Lean and mean, shoulders squared regally and chin raised, Kahlan looked as pleased as a cat licking mouse off its whiskers. She had done it. She had possibly ended Wolverina's career. As the crowd's dismay manifests into a wall of fervent hate, the Brit Blitz turns to them and verbally berates everyone for their support of a woman that wasn't fit to lace her boots up. It is jealously at its finest, but in her mind's eye it was a justifiable end to such a nettlesome problem. In her zeal for justice, though, she'd forgotten about the third combatant, and perhaps her biggest threat in the contest. Just when Triple M registers on her mind, his forearm registers across the back of her head, coercing her forward into the strands of covered wires. They fling her back into the throes of the Daddy's Boy, who promptly leaps forward and corals her at the head before dropping on his haunches. Pretty K eats a helping of canvas from the Bulldog and begins to roll away in a bid to distance herself from her persecutor. Millson allows her to do this as he busies himself with the ladder, collapsing it closed and hefting it aside him with two hands. He waits patiently for the Geordie Jezebel to surface vertically, before rushing at her and plowing the end of the Home Depot item into her midriff. The impact is maddening and sends the ultra lightweight diva hurtling backward, like a thin piece of housing that's been blown away by a strong tornado. She winds up landing in the corner, her air expelled from her lungs. The pain through her stomach and chest sends out distress signals through her body, but it is all for naught. Kahlan is rendered helpless by the Millsonator, as he cruelly jabs her with the end of the ladder relentlessly, eventually folding her in between the top two corner pads. On the last thrust he leaves her pinned there with no avenue of escape.

Matt: What a clever man. Love him or hate him, there's no denying his ring generalship and unrivaled intelligence. Well, second only to my intelligence of course.
Scally: He may have not only cracked a few of her ribs, he may have busted one of her implants as well. Or is it Wolfie who has the implants?
Fuzz: You read too many fake articles, Scally. For criss sakes neither one of them have implants.
Big Al: How do you know, Fuzz? Have you touched them? Speaking of Wolverina, I think we have seen the last of her. She's being escorted away by staff and emts.

There's plenty of other ladders scattered about outside the ring, so he disembarks and finds one while also taking note that Wolfie is nowhere to be seen. Had she been carted out by medics? He figures it to be true and drives on about his task. With nobody around to threaten him, the mightiest of men seems almost tedious in his set up of the ladder, and even more non-chalant as he begins to ascend up a few of the rungs, his arrogance overwhelming him to the point that he yawns at such a lack of competition pitted against him this night. Somewhere down the stretch of aisle Wolverina stirs amid a group of concerned staff. Her ears hone into the cries of her loyal and she powers herself to a stand then forces her way past the crew trying to hold her back. The roof of the GHW Arena is blown to smithereens at the sight of her bravely coming back into the battle. Meanwhile, inside the ring, still trapped in the corner, Kahlan is inspired by her greatest rival's indomitable will and begins to squirm and jerk and push herself to freedom. By the time the People's Princess makes it wobbly into the ring, so too has Pretty K reached liberation, yet instead of ramming heads once again they both leap onto the same side of the ladder, having realized that Triple M was about to reach the top. And the race is on, each woman drilling the other with every conceivable flurry of offense, yet neither succeed in their endeavor. Before they know it, they're right under Millson on the opposite side of the ladder, causing them to bring an end to their hostilities. The Whitby Wonder appears aloof of what is going on below him and starts to reach up for the title, the tips of his digits grazing the very gold he holds. Then it hits him in the groin, two fists, a solidified front the likes of which has never been seen before.

Fuzz: Have my eyes betrayed me? Am I seeing this correctly?
Big Al: Damn right you are. Wolfie and Kahlan are working TOGETHER!
Scally: Snowballs are being thrown in hell right now! Holy crap!
Matt: Hell has indeed frozen over, Scally. Even in this type of match, where things like this do happen, I still never expected to see this.

The best frienemies grab his beans and frank and twist until he starts doing the pooched face look. The Whitbyian doubles over toward them, cheeks puffed out and all but falling off the ladder. In their shared lust to get rid of him so they may settle their score, the pretty pair wrap a arm each around his head then grab a handful of his tights at either side. Allowing their girl power to flourish, the two lift the 235 pound hunk up and over with surprising ease and fall backward from the tall ladder. The trio free fall without a parachute and land with an emphatic and quite sickening thud. Bodies bounce and flop into different directions upon landing, with each coming to a rest in a ruinous heap.

Fuzz: Holy Mary Mother of God! They just Double Suplexed Millson into oblivion. That had to be a 10... maybe even 15 foot drop.
Scally: A small part of me was secretly rooting for Wolfie to win this thing, simply because I beat her so easily she'd be the quickest way for me to get that GHW Title. But after seeing how much hell these three have been through, I'd say I have a good shot at any of them.
Matt: That's if any of them can actually show up come match time after this. Whoever makes out ring needs a raise. Those three hit it like a out of control comet yet it still stands.

[Nikki]

reserved

[haven]

The deadline has passed damn you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They may give you an extension though.

[Psychotic Circus]

Everyone has till tomorrow, we extended the ppv cause Millson and I felt like it cause of all the multi-man matches.