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Post by Hayden on Apr 16, 2013 5:27:25 GMT -5
The arena is set and ready for the climactic match of the night. The fans have been building throughout the card, the anticipation of what might be creating a sense of anticipation that runs rampant around the arena. With the time for revelation being upon us, the arena plunges into darkness. All that remains are a shower of golden pyrotechnics that draw their way across the back of the entrance stage, either side of the Titan Tron. The screen itself fires into life, a giant countdown timer intruding its presence upon the arena. The countdown starts at "5" and proceeds to very slowly work its way to zero. When it reaches the count of "1", the screen falls silent once more and golden shower of pyrotechnics stops abruptly; the arena is plunged into complete blackout. The blackout lasts for a good ten seconds, enough time to build further anticipation around the arena. "Here we go again, main event time... and we wait the arrival of the Jackass, Hayden HardKore."
"Hayden is known for building anticipation during his entrances, he wants to make sure that he has the fans in the palm of his hand by the time he shows his face here. That is the reason that he gets them on his side, not by his skill as an in ring technician, of course."A familiar sound breaks the silence, one that sees the capacity crowd raise to their feet. The PA System and Titan Tron parade into life once more to the fanfare of Hayden HardKore, CKY's '96 Quite Bitter Beings'. As the song plays through well into the first verse, Hayden appears just inside the entrance curtain. He has his trademark smile on his face, trademark aviator sunglasses atop his head and a confident swagger about him that comes with the territory. He takes the time to walk to each side of the stage, greeting fans that populate each side of the arena with a wave. "Ladies and gentlemen - this is your main event.
Introducing first... hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety one pounds. The legend himself and the man with more gold stashed away in his trophy room than Fort Knox.
He is the man known as the Jackass, Hayden Hard-Kore!"[/b] The light catches Hayden's face, a face that is weathered, yet full of life. His eyes do not give away his emotions, smiling away with the rest of his body. His demeanour is upbeat, nobody able to see through the veil to the nervous wreck of a man that hides within - unable to forsee who he is about to face. "Hayden looks to be in good spirits. It doesn't appear that he is fazed at all by the mystery surrounding his opponent. Usually mystery opponents are a bit of a curveball, this is not going to be a walk in the park for the Jackass.""Ignorance is bliss Fuzz.""Funnily enough, I find myself agreeing with you for a change."[/i] Hayden picks up pace as he nears the end of the entrance ramp, enough to slide into the ring. He slides into position, coming up onto one knee as he goes, until he is kneeling in a marriage-proposal-like stance at the feet the referee. An inquisitive look tapers its way across his face, as if the official holds the answers to the night's mystery. The referee simply shrugs and the pair wait for the tell-tale arrival of the opponent. TBC
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Apr 16, 2013 5:37:45 GMT -5
"Oh shit!""HIT THE DECK!"The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally
We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind
Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy's line So it shall be written And so it shall be done so it shall be done Twin trials of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp as the music hits, the house lights turn an unearthly red. Fog starts emitting from behind the entrance curtain, it fans out and starts its march down the ramp, covering up the area. Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy's line So it shall be written And so it shall be done so it shall be done
Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing a single, monstrous figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts its descent down the ramp. With fire raging at both side, the Time Killer breaks through the fog, his mask is stitched back up, a few pieces are missing along the right side. Jaggeroth looks around as the crowd vents the frustrations of the common man on him. The Time Killer gets on his knees as a spot light shines on him, the white light has a covering over it projecting a maroon pentagram which Jaggeroth kneels in the center of. A camera man gets in front of Jag as he bows to all that is evil and wrong. As the Psycho King raises his hands in the air again the lights completely go out except for the insignia of evil, a strong up flow of fire rises from both sides of the entrance ramp. The arena is lit up from the fury of the raging hell fire as Jaggeroth raises from the ground and slowly walks to the apron. Become your oooooooooown congregation Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration
We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength
"Introducing next! From the haunted cornfields of NE-BRAAAASKA, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing six feet six inches. He is the owner, CEO and only member of the board in GHW,...THIS-IS-JAAAAGER----ROTH!"A mic was lethargically taken out of Jaggeroth's pocket and clicked on with a loud hiss. "Hayden, Hayden...Oh Hayden. You're leaving us too soon it seems. And I didn't want to let you on a good note. While we haven't done much together, we've done some things. We've tagged up back in EVPW for like, two matches and never got our title shot before the place went up faster than a Burger King in a grease fire....but, I'm not here to give the fans what they want. I'm here to destroy everything Wolverina ever cared about...and the first step I must take in this...is hurting you. So don't be angry for the shit stomping that's coming your way...you should feel bad about your previous choices..."The mic was slammed down against the as Jaggeroth ventured closer to the ring. The war frame of the Psychotic Mastermind walks up the steel steps, his eyes stay fixed at the Kiwi as he slides between the top and bottom rope. Once inside the ring, Jaggeroth began the awkward stare down with Hayden. This match had no meaning to it, except complete annihilation. TBCB: The Kiwi.
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Post by Hayden on Apr 18, 2013 2:07:07 GMT -5
Hayden and Jaggeroth exchange words unheard by any of the microphones around the ring. As the discussion heats up, Hayden’s face becomes more and more animated. He breaks the stare-down with a swift left hook, catching Jaggeroth on the side of the head. The Time Killer stumbles backwards, the punch catching him off guard. Hayden takes the opportunity to attack, closing the gap between the two men and driving a knee into his opponent’s mid-section. The force is enough to double the Masked Psycho over and leave him wheezing for air. With a pull of the mask, Hayden yanks Jaggeroth’s head backwards and spins him into a Swinging Neckbreaker, taking the heavyweight down and driving him into the waiting canvas.
”Hayden just let loose. I don’t know what was said between the pair, but it seems to have really put the fire in the Kiwi’s belly.”
”It appears that maybe this match means a little more to Hayden than Jaggeroth let on in his spiel.”
”If Hayden wants this match more, it might just swing in his favour.”[/i]
Jaggeroth’s head bounces off the canvas, driven into the mat by Hayden’s Neckbreaker. The Jackass tears off towards the ropes. Hayden aims his lightweight frame at the downed body of the Time Killer. However, when he rebounds off the ropes for his return trip, Jaggeroth had scrambled to his feet. The 280lb Psycho cuts Hayden off at the pass, tossing the Kiwi into the air and letting him drop unceremoniously to the canvas. Hayden soars through the air before falling out of the sky like Chicken Licken’s acorn. The Time Killer watches as the Flying Kiwi loses his wings, bounces off the mat and comes to rest under the ring ropes.
Cracking his knuckles in preparation, Jaggeroth sets to picking the Kiwi apart – limb by limb. Under the mask, he smiles as he approaches the downed Jackass. Hayden is still gasping for air after his heavy landing from the Body Press Drop. Jaggeroth grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet. The Kiwi yelps in pain as he is towed across the ring at the mercy of the heavyweight Psycho. Jag grabs Hayden by the neck, lifts him in the air once more and drills him back to the canvas once more with a Blue Thunder Bomb. Hayden’s head bounces off the mat as the New Zealander comes to rest, the crowd rising to an uproar.
”Jaggeroth showing his superior strength, tossing the Kiwi around the ring like a rag doll.”
”The Time Killer is just having fun with Hayden HardKore. Much like a cat toys with a mouse before eating it.”
”I must say, Hayden looks out of his depth here. He started off with a hiss and a roar, but his offense has simply petered out now.”[/i]
Still feeling the after effects of the Psycho King’s Blue Thunder Bomb, Hayden arches his back and writhes about on the canvas. By the time he comes to rest, he is sitting up with his back resting on the ring ropes. Keeping the momentum of the match moving, Jaggeroth charges at the Kiwi with fire in his eyes. He drops down onto his back, aiming a boot at Hayden’s head with a Yakuza Kick. The foot catches Hayden on the chin, knocking the New Zealander between the bottom and second ropes. He slides out of the ring and lands in a crumpled heap at ringside. Jaggeroth stands to his feet, looking down at his opponent and raises his hand in triumph.
By the time Jaggeroth manages to drop his large war-frame down to the ring apron and slip out of the ring to where his opponent lies, Hayden is beginning to stir. Jaggeroth grunts as he bends over to lift Hayden to his feet. With a second grunt, the Psycho King whips Hayden into the crowd barricade. The Kiwi slams into the metal barricade back first and is instantly swamped by a gaggle of eager hands, reaching over the barricade to cop a feel of Hayden’s sweat riddled chest. Jaggeroth is able to free Hayden from the swamp of fans groping at him by wrenching him wrist first. He looks to fling Hayden across ringside and slam him into the side of the ring, but Hayden’s body resists. The Kiwi reverses the Irish Whip, transitioning the Irish Whip into a Spinning Heel Kick. Hayden’s heel catches the Time Killer in the back of the head. Jag takes two steps forward before tumbling face first into the ground. In turn, Hayden falls backwards into the crowd barricade once more and is again swamped by a sea of eager fan-hands.
Inside the ring, the referee has managed to reach the count of “4…” from his ring-out ten count.
”Boom! Hayden comes out of nowhere and drops the Time Killer with a well-placed kick to the back of the head.”
”I tell you what, the little man can sure take a beating. He has been beaten like the proverbial mule and still manages to get his own back.”
”Hayden must get back into this thing… Now. Otherwise, he is going to suffer all night at the hands of Jaggeroth.”
Having reveled in the energy his fans had instilled in him, Hayden hurls himself back into the fray and looks over his opponent once more. By now, Jaggeroth is trying to stand to his feet, swaying like a drunk at Christmas. The Kiwi takes Jaggeroth’s head under his own arm and lifts both of Jaggeroth’s arms behind him. Flashing a wink at his fans at ringside, Hayden slams the Time Killer skull into the lightly padded concrete underneath them with a patented Double-Armed DDT. With Jaggeroth’s skull pounding into the ground, Hayden gets ever so slightly closer to his long awaited victory.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the match official had worked his count up to an anticipation filled count of “6…”
TBC Jag
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Apr 20, 2013 23:39:23 GMT -5
The Psycho King crawled to a stand still, his breath heavy and his head light from the sudden impact Hayden had delivered onto him. A leak had sprung somewhere under his mask, the eye holes were crying red tears as the Demon of Elkhorn Valley tried once more to regain his footing. The count had almost reached the point of no return as the Zebra Shirt raised his hand for the count of nine. Hayden had rolled himself under the ring ropes and back into the ring, ready to claim his hard fought DQ victory, but it was not to be as the ref just stopped counting. The Hardkore Kiwi looked up from his knees at the referee, gazing on with pleading eyes for the man to raise his hand one more time, only to receive nothing.
"What's the ref doing!? He has to count Jaggeroth out!"
"Did you forget already? The ref is on Jag's payroll...we all are."
"You've got to be kidding me here! Do the right thing and count that bastard out!"
The Kiwi Warrior stood in defiance of the Zebra Plaid man, his left arm cocking back as far as it could before slingshotting the fist with the energy he had compressed inside his shoulder to deliver the Power of the South Paw into the Ref's pretty mouth with an awe inspiring clack.
"What is he doing!? He just knocked the ref out!"
"No shit!? It's called payback!"
The HardKore Kiwi had reached his breaking point as he bolted from the ring and back towards his loving fan base to instruct them on their next plan of assault. A steel chair had been hand delivered to Hayden, and he wasn't planning on using it to sit out the rest of the match. Jaggeroth had been crawling up the ring apron, his hand over the mask of flesh that had been bleeding out the holes and sides. A thunderous crack was planted against the Ringleader's lower back, echoing out through the arena along with hymns of curses following right along with it. With no visible referee in sight, Hayden took the liberty of adjusting Jaggeroth's spine for him with the folded sheets of sitable steel. Bomb after bomb was slapped against the back of the Psycho King as he tried to scurry away along ring side with Hayden in hot pursuit of finally being able to bring the Time Killer's reign of destruction to an end. Finally, the King escaped into the ring, rolling away from the vicious Kiwi in a last ditch effort to escape the painful thwacks to his back.
"Finish it Hayden! Put this man out of his twisted misery!"
"We need a ref! That bastard has lost it! He's going to kill our Glorious Leader!"
"Kill him! Hang him up by this entails!"
The Demon of Elkhorn Valley was rolling around the ring, his arms crossed in an X as he continued to bleed out from underneath the mask. Hayden had followed inside, the crowd chanting his name and screaming their little heads off as another thunderous thump downed the Psycho King, ceasing any and all movements. A stiff kick to the ribs rolled Jaggeroth over onto his back, and a quick gaze towards the entrance ramp told him no one else was coming. The steel chair was laid flat across the body of the prone Demon while the fans looked on in wonderment towards the HardKore legend for his next actions. The Kiwi Warrior floated over to the turnbuckle, his eyes never really Jaggeroth's unmoving body as he started to ascend to the top with no ref still in sight.
"He's going to do it! No one can stop Hayden now!"
"Oh, ye' of little fight. This is nothing to Glorious Leader!"
"This isn't the North, dude. We're in the Midwest right now."
The Kiwi stood above his perch, looking down on the decimated body of the Psycho King, his arms raised while the soles of his feet prepared for just the right moment. Hayden bounced on top of the ropes, giving it a few springs before the Flightless Bird of New Zealand decided it should do as the others, soaring through the sky before going stiff as a board, his body rotating against the four winds before the inevitable descent. The full force of Hayden's jump slammed across the steel chair laying over Jaggeroth's body, resulting in a scene that can only be described as a car crash. The Psycho King became animated for a few moments as his body was racked with the unending pain the Kiwi was bringing to this fight. Hayden crawled with everything he had left inside of him and laid over Jaggeroth's corpse, hooking the leg and hoping someone would come and end this bout.
"The Kiwi flew! The Kiwi flew! We need a damn ref out here now!"
"Settle down! This doesn't mean a damn thing!"
"He's been pinned for the count three times over by now!
The crowd erupted as another Zebra Printed man dashing like a crazed lunatic down the entrance ramp, a spotlight leading the way for him to slide into the ring. His hand raised up, beating the mat twice as hard and fast as he could, but a sudden bolt of energy came as Jaggeroth's arm raised into the air to stop the count. The fans cried in dismay while Hayden rolled away, his hands holding against his face in anger. The fury of being so close, yet so far, overcame the Kiwi who had gotten up to argue with the new referee. All the while, a dark storm was rising behind him. The mask of flesh was ripped away from Jaggeroth's head to reveal the red splotch that had caused the facade to drip blood resting between his eyes, the nose on the scarred up face seemed bent across the middle, more life juice flowing from it as well. An unexpected roar came from behind Hayden, causing eyes to pop open before they turned around. The maskless King was stomping his way forward, his two fist pounding against one another with a crack.
"No! Hayden has won this damn match twice! How can that deranged bastard even call this a fair fight!?"
"It wasn't supposed I suck cocks
Hayden turned fully around, ready to take the Psycho King on another coaster ride of agony if need be, but something was off this time. Jaggeroth's neverending strength had returned with authority, two palms pushing away from his corpse into Hayden's body, the shock wave forcing the Kiwi back into the turnbuckle, a rain of fists reigning down on his smaller frame. A sledge like fist smashed into the Kimi's ribcage and followed up with a stiff elbow across his cheek, slicing open Hayden's pretty face along the bone. Knife hands were next, Jaggeroth was having a walk in the park by now, his emotions now fully visible without the mask while he turned The Kiwi's chest into a bright shade of red. The New Zealand sensation was allowed to stumble away from the corner with hands over his bludgeoned body. A wing was taken from the Kiwi and twisted around his neck, Jaggeroth lurched down and put his free arm between Hayden's leg and lifted the HardKore Legend up onto his pulsating shoulders. The torture rack from which Hayden hung from wasn't a very suiting position as he hung there, howling for his freedom. The Psycho King stomped over to the middle of the ring before The Kiwi's body was rotated off the shoulders, his arm being used to position his head down as Jaggeroth's legs kicked up to unleash the pestilential fury of the BileDriver! Hayden's head slammed against the mat, his body bouncing from the force of the blow.
"BileDriver! Hayden's down!"
"No! Not like this! It can't end like this!"
The Ref's arm came up as the Psycho King laid across Hayden's prone body, the leg hooked and ready to claim his victory.
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TBCB: Hayden Hardkore.
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