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Post by gnarfflinger on Sept 3, 2007 1:25:05 GMT -5
Gnarfflinger the Butcher regains his feet, as does Skull. TC is not far behind them. Gnarfflinger has retrieved a Singapore Cane, Skull has a length of chain, while TC grabs a steel chair. The three pick a GHW member and go to work...
Gnarfflinger approaches Matt, kicks him below the belt and proceeds to strike him with the cane, while Skull chokes Dave Carter. TC slams the chair into the head of HWB. Rurouni grabs the Hand Sickle and turns to where the Butcher is starting to see the cane splinter, but is stopped as Lrey bites the calf muscle of the Wandering Samurai. Rurouni turns to attack Lrey, punching him with the chain on his fist then preparing to cut into his head with the sickle. Meanwhile, HWB is doing his best to minimize the damage from the chair shots from TC, eventually gets off a drop toe hold, the Chair going into the back of Skull to break the choke, and knocking Skull down as Carrol's face hits the steel chair immediately afterwards. HWB then turns to the Butcher, spearing him, enabling Matt to stagger to his feet. As Gnarfflinger and Wreckingball Lock up and trade punches, Matt sees Skull and TC both down. Dave Carter is getting up slowly, regaining his breath. Matt and Dave both grab TC and hoist him up to shoulder height. Then then drop him face first on top of Skull who is trying desperately to regain his own footing.
JP: Team GHW has a pronounced advantage now!
Ray: Nothing SWF can do will stop GHW from prevailing!
About this time, Dave Carter and Matt continue to kick at their downed targets, when Skull grabs Dave's tights, pulling him onto Matt, and TC grabs Matt's leg, putting him off balance so the two fall to the canvas. Gnarfflinger manages to grab a beer bottle and slam it into the head of HWB, dazing him momentarily. The Butcher then comes up with a front face lock, and hits a DDT on a frying pan. Skull and Gnarfflinger then Climb the cage while TC grabs Rurouni from behind. As Rurouni tries to resist the suplex attempt, Lrey spots the opening and turns an attempted kip up into a dropkick to the torso of Rurouni, sending him over and falling on HWB. At this point, Gnarfflinger and Skull both hit Shooting Star Presses off the cage, Skull hitting Matt and Dave, while the Butcher lands on Rurouni and Wreckingball!
Crowd: *Holy Shit chant*
JP: Team SWF has turned the tide of this match yet again!
Ray: It took teamwork and the fact that they are totally insane to do it. SWF has sure picked the right four for this match!
TBC: Anyone.
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 3, 2007 9:35:10 GMT -5
Wreckingball struggles, but fails to move the bulk of Gnarfflinger off him. He does manage to slide out from underneath, and lies on the mat breathing for a moment, before lifting Gnarfflinger up as much as possible allowing Roruni to escape. Roruni crawls over to Skull, Dave and Matt, but is taken down by a dropkick to the knee from Lrey, and the two men go crashing to the mat together. Dave and Matt easily escape from under Skull, and Dave stands up waiting for Skull to get to his feet. As soon as Skull is on his feet, Dave jumps, tucking his legs underneath to get extra height. At the apex of his jump, he twists in the air and sticks out the legs, catching Skull on the cheek, and the two men go down to the mat. The crowd roar in joy!
Crowd: Boom Headshot! Have a nice day!
Matt and TC give each other a hate-filled look, and slowly stalk each other around the ring, but break off to help their team-mates. After taking Roruni to the ground, Lrey rolled forward onto his chest and began to deal a series of resounding slaps to Roruni's face, leaving red weals on his face. Roruni simply stares at him, eyes full of impassive loathing, and whispers one word up to him..."Sickle." A smile then breaks out on Roruni's face, as he sees Matt stagger across the ring wearily, and grab Lrey by the hair pulling him back off Roruni. Matt twists his hands around and wrenches his arm to the side, and Lrey is thrown to the mat with a shriek of pain as Matt rips out a little hair. Matt kicks Lrey once in the ribs, and goes back to watching TC Carroll without checking to see if Roruni is unharmed. Roruni then heads for the bin containing the sickle, but Lrey grabs his leg and drags him away. Roruni finally manages to kick away from Lrey, but the moment has gone, and Skull has begun to hunt through the bin.
Gnarfflinger has spent much of the time locked in a grapple on the mat with Wreckingball, and neither man has found success. Wreckingball was spending time attempting to apply a sleeper hold to Gnarfflinger, after crawling from underneath, but Gnarfflinger managed to roll over and bring Wreckingball down to the mat on his back, landing on top of him and hooking his arms under Wreckingball's own. Gnarfflinger then locked his hands together and pressed down on Wreckingball's neck and back of head, applying a reverse full nelson from which Wreckingball was unable to escape. However, Wreckingball spent the time locked in the reverse full nelson pulling his arms around, and ramming his extended thumb into the side of Gnarfflinger's throat, cutting off the air supply. Gnarfflinger's face slowly turned purple, but Wreckingball remained stuck in the hold and was groaning in pain until TC Carroll arrived.
When TC Carroll arrived to aid Gnarfflinger, he simply grabbed Wreckingball's thumb and wrenched it back, leading to a howl of pain from Wreckingball, and the thumb was now at an un-natural angle. Gnarfflinger breathed in, and simply rolled back, revealing the back of Wreckingball's head. TC Carroll just picked up a chair, smashed Wreckingball's head with it, and Gnarfflinger released him, barely conscious.
Ray: Ooh, that's my boy TC!
JP: You do disgust me sometimes Ray. Actually you disgust me all the time Ray.
Dave rushes over to the big bin o'weapons which Skull is taking a look through, but before he can grab anything Skull swings around with a hastily-grabbed two-by-four and slams it straight into Dave's stomach. Dave doubles over, grunting in surprise and pain- and Skull jumps. Skull twists ninety degrees in the air, and brings his leg down onto the back of Dave's head, sending him to the ground. Dave rolls before his face hits the ground, though, so he escapes relatively unhurt. Matt simply walks past, and while the two men are on the ground, picks up a bat from the bin, looks at it and throws it to one side. He then looks at the triumphant TC Carroll, and a faint, psychotic grin appears on his face. He slowly walks across the ring, towards him...
TBC
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Post by Rurouni on Sept 3, 2007 9:59:39 GMT -5
(My God we are brutal LOL CZW has nothing on us LOL)
As Matt continues to make his way toward TC the bat in hand. TC looks over seeing Matt with the psychotic grin on his face and wearily notices that he has bat. TC goes charging at Matt and is met in the stomach by top of the baseball bat being driven into his gut doubling him over. Matt smiles and says Batter Up! Then Matt swings for the fences hitting TC in the side of the face full force a sickening crack sound is heard as TC feels his jaw shatter and is spun around from the force crashing to the mat blood pouring out of the mouth of TC as he lays there a couple of teeth appear to be mixed in with the blood as well. Matt's victory is short lived though as he turns around and has his head taken off by Lrey who braced a two by four onto his arm close lines Matt the wood smashing into his trachea causing him to gasp as he is knocked to the ground. Lrey looks down at Matt and spits on him as Matt continues to gasp for air with his hands on his throat. Lrey turns to focus on Rurouni who has been laying on the ground doubled up into a ball. Gnarffinger has HW wrapped in the ring ropes and is smiling as he takes the end of his frying pan and continuesly drives it into the sternum causing HW's heart to skip while forcing HW to spit out blood mixed with Phlegm which hits the mat and semi splatters. Dave and Skull are going at it both men trading blows back and forth. Dave ducks under a blow and goes behind wrapping his arm around Skulls and pulls back as he brings the knee up smashing the back of Skulls head onto his knee before then falling forward smashing Skull face first into the mat. Dave though is spent and lays there next to Skull as Lrey approaches the doubled up form of Rurouni.
JP:Oh my god what carnage! I think Matt broke TC's jaw with that baseball bat did you see the force with which that made contact. Then Lrey almost decapitates Matt with a two by four braced against his as he hit a closeline. Gnarffinger and Skull seem to be having fun with HW. Lrey appears to be stalking Rurouni who has been laying there quiet a while.
Ray:its a good thing I brought a bag with me. There have been several times where I thought I was going to need it. Right now it looks Team SWF stands on top Team GHW are all sprawled out and Lrey is making his way towards Rurouni I wonder what Lrey has in store?
Lrey gets over to Rurouni and looks down at him before taking the two by four and driving it down across his ribs several times which causes Rurouni to twitch from the hit and then see's Rurouni laying on his back as LRey begins to climb to the top rope and turns his back to the ring unaware of the fact that Rurouni has gotten up and is holding a BBQ lighter in his hand. LRey looks back before jumping and gets hit with a huge fire ball that comes out of Rurouni's mouth causing LRey to lose composer and falls to the mat face first his hands over his face as he writhes in pain. Rurouni smiles as he pulls the chain that is attached to his sickle and stands over the back of LRey smiling as the sickle gets closer. Rurouni grabs the sickle and picks up LRey by the back of his head and bends down to whisper Sickle Rurouni then takes the sickle and digs it into the forehead of LRey and slowly swipes the point across LRey screams in pain as he feels the sickle move across his forehead. Rurouni drops Lrey's head to the mat and stands up a satisfied smile on his face as he turns his attention to Gnarffinger. LRey lays there a puddle of blood forming around his head as he wills himself to get to his feet he falls and lands in the puddle of his own blood. Too tired to move. Gnarffinger continues his abuse as HW looks up seeing Rurouni coming with the sickle in hand and smiles at Gnarffinger who stops what he is doing wondering why HW is smiling. Gnarffinger turns around and as he does he is met with a yazuka kick to the jaw that spins him around and sends him crashing to the mat. Rurouni unties the ropes to let HW out who falls to the mat as continues to spit out blood mixed with phlegm. Rurouni stands over Gnarffinger and then bends down smiling at Gnarffinger before standing back up and lifing the sickle high above his head and bringing it down into the stomach of Gnarffinger which sends a shower of blood as the crowd gasps Ray is seen turning his head and throwing up into his barf bag which see's JP just turn his head to the other side. Rurouni then begins twisting the sickle into Gnarffinger's stomach causing blood to come out more. Rurouni stands up a beaming smile on his face as he looks over the work he has done to both Gnarffinger and Lrey. HW by this time has gotten to his feet and looks down at Gnarffinger and then looks over to Rurouni where he says You enjoy this don't ya? You sick bastard. Rurouni smiles at HW and shakes his head yes. Both men begin to make there way over to where TC and Matt are still laying and have just begin to stir.
JP:Oh my god! Ray did you see the blood spray out of Gnarffingers belly from that sickle stab? I hope Gnarffinger doesn't bleed to death. I mean he is still a member of GHW.
Ray:Uhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I think I am going to be sick again...(retching sounds are heard) Ok I think I feel better now. I thing these guys that wanted to bring back SWF deserve what they get. Though TC and Lrey can come recover with me as can Dave and Matt. I will take care of all four of those sexy men and nurse them back to full health.
HW picks up Matt who is still having trouble breathing and leans him against the ropes then goes over to where Rurouni has picked up the form of TC. Rurouni lets go of TC who falls back to the mat and then slides out of the ring to grab a chair. HW looks at Rurouni with a puzzled look but picks up TC and tucks his head between his legs and lifts him before releasing him into the turnbuckles for a turnbuckle powerbomb the force rattles what ever remains of TC as he slumps to the ground. Rurouni slides back into the ring and motions for HW to pick up TC out of the corner which HW does. Rurouni then proceeds to set the chair up between the second and third rope in the corner and HW begins to smile but then loses the smile when he sees Rurouni take the sickle and prop it up onto the chair so that the blade points up toward the ceiling of the arena. Rurouni motions for HW to throw TC into the chair which causes HW to pause for a bit and then try and bring a voice of reason into it about how this could kill TC and we don't need dead Fighty fighty persons. Rurouni ignores HW and takes TC tucking his head under his arm and lifting him up onto the turnbuckle before pushing him down so that the sickle is lined up with the spine of TC.
JP:No! There is no way that Rurouni would do something like that. That could kill TC! Rurouni listen to HW don't do it! Don't do it!
Ray:Oh I can not bare to watch JP. Tell me if HW is able to talk sense into Rurouni.
Rurouni smiles as HW continues to try and reason with Rurouni both unaware of Lrey who has managed to get up to his feet and has made his way over to where HW and Rurouni and TC who is hanging upside down are. LRey grabs HW spinning him around which catches HW by surprise who is whipped across the ring into the far turnbuckles. As Lrey turns his focus to Rurouni the blood running down Lrey's face Rurouni quickly grabs Lrey flinging him into the corner which causes him to smash into TC who was upside down with the sickle near his spine. TC is heard uttering a blood curdling scream as blood begins to form a puddle into his mouth before dripping out of his mouth and to the mat below as TC is still hung upside down.
JP:OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! LRey was just whipped into TC that could have killed TC! I wonder if LRey realizes what happened? Dear god that could have killed and or seriously injuried TC!
Ray:Oh god! I have seen some sick stuff that has been done here but oh my god! That has got to the be the worst thing I have ever seen. Look at how the blood is (Retching sounds)
Crowd:Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! This is Awe-some!(stomp, stomp, clap, clap, clap)This is Awe-some(stomp, stomp, clap, clap, clap)GHW! GHW! GHW! GHW!
Lrey who felt when his body made contact with TC's only realized after he made contact with TC why TC was upside down. LRey staggers off TC and quickly trys to untie him from the tree of woe, after he does LRey is horrified as he sees where the sickle was driven into the spine area of TC which now has a big gash which has TC bleeding all over the place. The crowd looks on in horror as they finely see what has happened and are stunned not sure if they should have cheered. Rurouni not wasting time closelines Lrey in the back of the head sending him into the blood of TC. Rurouni stands over Lrey and begins to wipe his face into the blood a maniacal laugh can be heard coming from the lips of Rurouni as he continues to wipe Lrey's face into TC's blood. Matt looks over and is aghast as he sees the sickle in the corner propped in the chair and the big gash on the back of TC who is laying in a puddle of his own blood. Matt looks down and see's Rurouni rubbing Lrey's face into TC's blood almost while singing a song, which causes Matt to shake his head. Dave and Skull have both gotten to there feet and they can hear a maniacal laugh as they turn to see the same thing that Matt saw. They both stand there watching Rurouni continue to rub Lrey's face into the puddle of blood smearing it all over the place. HW gets out of the corner and he now notices the sickle in the chair in the corner and TC unmoving in a big puddle of blood and Rurouni rubbing Lrey's face through it.Gnarffinger is the last to get up and he is aghast as he see's TC laying in a big puddle of his own blood and the bloodied sickle that was propped against the chair. Dave shakes his head and turns his attention to Skull who is still dazed from what he just witnessed that he is sent across the ring and as he bounces back he is met by Dave jumping up in the air and hitting a enziguri that sends Skull down to the mat again. Dave then locks in a modified chicken wing and tries to get skull to give up. HW and Matt look at Gnarffinger who looks for his frying pan picking it up he charges but not at either HW or Matt but instead brings the frying pan back and swings with all his might as a loud crack is heard and Rurouni is seen falling to the mat blood coming out of the back of his head. HW and Matt shrug and as Gnarffinger turns around his met by two hands around his throat which is then followed up by Matt and HW lifing Gnarffinger up off ground and double chokeslamming him. HW and Matt look around the ring not sure what to do next as HW mounts Gnarffinger and begins to pound into the face of Gnarffinger. Matt makes his way to the garbage can and begins rummaging through the can as Lrey is slowly beginning to get onto his hands knee's TC's blood mixed with his own all on his face.
TBC
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Post by Lrey on Sept 3, 2007 13:02:47 GMT -5
(Man calling this match hardcore would be insulting it lol. This is taking hardcore and deathmatches to a new level man.)
Lrey raises off his feet slowly, his face bloodied, most not even being from his own body. As you look at him, you would think he just committed mass murder. His face seems to mesh together the blood shining beautifully on his tan, scarred skin. Lil Rey Ray lays his feet to the canvas, spitting to the side of him, only blood falling to the ground. Lrey looks across the ring, seeing Matt Oliveira and Human Wreckingball standing high above Gnarfflinger, laughing heavily. Lrey looks on in rage, and bursts out in a run. He runs by, slamming his outstretched arms into the sides of Matt and HW's blind sides. The two turn around in an instant, not knowing what is going on. As they do, Lrey runs in between them, jumping onto the ropes ahead of him.
Lrey bounces back off them, using all the momentum to flip backwards, his legs going under his body. On his way back, he grabs both men by the neck, slamming down to the canvas with a sickening Moonsault DDT. Lrey keeps rolling with the momentum afterwards, rolling off his back onto his hands and finally onto his feet. Lrey reaches to his feet, picking up the fallen frying pan, walking to where Dave holds Skull in a modified chicken wing. Lrey raises the frying pan high overhead, slamming it down quickly, only to meet the back of Skull's cranium. At the last moment, Dave rolled out of the way, the frying pan weaving from him. Skull lets out a heavy scream, as Dave whips his feet around himself, kicking Lrey's legs from under himself.
Dave jumps atop Lrey, flinging wild fists into his face, landing many into the top of his head and the sides of his cheek. Lrey tries his best to block them, but is severely beaten and bruised, unable to do anything about it. As this keeps going, TC raises slowly, every inch his muscles move making a world of pain for him. Blood runs heavily down his back, beads and puddles of the substance making him think heavily about each movement. He still pushes up to the best of his ability. He finally reaches his feet, the crowd screaming and yelling 'GHW, GHW, GHW' to him. TC looks to his side, his eyes laying on Rorouni, his body lifeless. As he looks to the right, a baseball bat lays feet away, bloodied. He grabs it, and limps slowly to Rorouni, rising the baseball bat high into the air.
The blood gleams sickly off the bat. In only a moments notice, the bat slices through the air quickly. "CRACK!". The bat slams with a sick impact into the side of the head of Rorouni, a shudder running through the crowd as he does. Ray cringes from the hit, as Jimmy only blinks easily, not surprised in the least. Blood leaks slowly from the back of Rorouni's head, the bat raising once more, slamming into Rorouni's back now. TC Carroll goes crazy, just slamming the bat wherever it may land on Rorouni, the pain of the hits being more than anyone could take. TC raises the bat as high as he possibly can, and starts to swing. Halfway through the swing though, the bat is caught. As he turns around, he is hit with a super kick to the face, contrary of Human Wreckingball.
J.P.: This match is becoming more brutal than can be contained. All these men are making this match just a giant event. I can't believe that anyone would do some of the things these men are doing. All these people are loving the match, and I don't think anyone cares that it is a GHW vs. SWF much anymore. This has become way to personal than a federation against a federation. Men hanging from sickles, GHW being tacked into Lrey's chest and carried around like Jesus on the cross. There are limits in the world, and I do believe that one or two, or maybe all of them have been reached here tonight.
Ray: Reached? REACHED?! I think they have been more than reached. I think they fucking broke the limits, and then came back laughed, fixed them, and broke them again. You can't put four sexy men, and four un-sexy men in a match like this. The un-sexy men have nothing to lose, and out of the sexy men, Lrey thinks he has nothing to lose. He fights like someone who wants to kill himself, and from what I have heard, he has come pretty damn close many, and I mean many times. He has already shown some of this hardcore style he created so long ago, hell he even created his own wing of hardcore. Suicide is practically a new style of hardcore, and Lrey is one of the inventors.
Lrey fights frantically to get the heavier Dave "The Lightning" Carter off of him. Lrey gets a good shot into the frantic, slamming a heavy fist into the side of Dave's face. Dave rolls off Lrey, blinded, in a sense, by the hit. Lrey rolls away, breathing heavily. He scurries to his feet, and walks over to where the scaffold is. He hops up, grabbing the piece of wood and raising himself up. Dave quickly reaches his feet, and follows after Lrey. Lrey sits knee's and arms atop the wood, breathing heavily, blood running down his face. He raises off his knees, stepping up into the scaffold, and leaning against one of the support beams. Dave raises up next, much quicker. He hops up the board, and steps into the scaffold.
As soon as he gets into the scaffold, he begins throwing heavy lefts and rights at Lrey. Lrey tries to dodge them, but the blood in his eyes makes it to where he is unable to do anything but take them heavily. Lrey starts throwing them back, not knowing where he is or what he is doing. The chants come pouring in "GHW, GHW, GHW" "SWF, SWF, SWF". Dave has a clear advantage, Lrey being nearly and completely out of his mind. Human Wreckingball stands high upon the other men in the ring, his humongous muscles bulging with power. He looks around the ring, only one man stands, ready to stand up to the pure essence that he is. That man standing, is the former Charging Glory Champion, Skull.
HW laughs at Skull, the smaller man walking up to HW. Hw reaches down, about to flick Skull off like it is no problem. As his arm comes down though, Skull kicks under is, slamming is foot into HW's upper arm and bone. HW reaches down and grabs his arm in pain, and just as he does, Skull jumps over him. Skull jumps at the ropes, springing on them. He fires of backwards, making his body flip backwards as well. As Skull falls onto HW, he places HW head between his legs, and wraps his arms around HW's stomach. Wreckingball slams sickly into the canvas with a modified pile driver, Skull being the reason why. Skull rolls backwards, breathing heavily, as HW lays groggy and confused on the mat.
The chants of "Holy Shit, Holy Shit" and "It came from hell," begin to sound. Skull gets from the ground, raising to his feet slowly, and throws an arm into the air, showing his solemn triumph. He walks slowly to the nearest turnbuckle, slowly climbing it, as HW reaches his feet. Skull gets to the top, and jumps as far out as he can. Skull arches his back, and tries to hit a flying mule kick on HW. However HW ducks the legs, and catches Skull on his shoulders, Skull facing upwards. Hw only keeps like this a fraction of a second, using the momentum already in play to spin Skull around, and grab him by the neck, hitting an inverted F-5. The impact rattles the entire ring, a giant 'BOOM' coming in the process.
J.P.: God this is turning into a giant match. Everything in this match is just becoming bigger and bigger. That moonsault piledriver was just beautifully brilliant. SWF deserves no credit, but damn, they are making GHW sweat heavily. I am starting to wonder what can make this match tone down at all. All these men are doing their best, and no one expects any less. All these men are top rate athletes, they all may not have the greatest records, the biggest titles, or the best feuds, but they are some of the best of the best. Look at them. Skull the first ever Undisputed Charging Glory Champion. Lrey the first ever Charging Glory Champion, and Silver Devil Champ. HW probably most powerful man in history. Rorouni, sickest man alive. Matt Oliveira, Nexus winner. Gnarff, former Charging Glory Champ. TC, one of the best their has ever been. And last, but surely not least, Dave Carter, the first, and the only New Age Champion in history.
Ray: Yes, but Jimmy, how many of these guys have been overlooked? So many of these men have not gotten all the credit deserved, some more, and some the right amount. Look at some of the histories, and look at some of the matches. Rorouni should be soo much bigger and badder than he is taken. Yes, he is ugly, yes he is feared too a point. But, around his feared waist should be some gold. I haven't seen a man who can stop his rampages yet, now that is saying something. Each of these men are great, but on different levels. In my mind, each and every single one of these men are on the same level, and are capable of making a statement.
The camera shoots back to Dave and Lrey, the fists flying crazier than before, both men heaving and gasping for air. Lrey falls to a knee from the exhaustion he feels. This becomes an immediate mistake, as Dave Carter hops into the air. He thrusts his feet out, slamming a drop kick straight into Lrey's mouth. Lrey flies back, his head crunching into the steel linked floor of the scaffold. Dave's back lands on the linking as well, it just springing him back up to his feet gingerly. Dave stumbles a bit, unbelieving that somehow he sprung up to his feet. His legs bend slightly, the weight popping up suddenly and unpredicted. Lrey holds his mouth, his lip busting from the kick, blood seeping through his fingers. As he takes his hand away, blood seeps in his teeth, the camera picking up this very visible pain.
Skull lays in pain on the canvas, sitting up on his elbows and knees. HW stands high above Skull, reaching down at Skull. He grabs Skull by the hair, and looks to where the sickle in the corner is. He grabs Skulls arm and flings him at the corner, Skull turning his back to the turnbuckle. In a moment, Skull lets out a blood curdling scream, his back arching. HW smiles, and cuts out in a dead on run for Skull, aiming to take him out. Just as he gets there, Skull puts his feet on the second ropes and jumps over HW. HW runs stomach first into the sickle, a game of possum played by Skull making him ram into it. Skull lands on the canvas, watching as HW screaming in pain from the sickle. Skull only takes a step back, and runs forward, ramming his right foot into HW's back.
Crowd: Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit! *start stomping we "We Will Rock You", making two stomps and a clap* Holy Shit, That Was Awesome!
Lrey begins sitting up from the drop kick to the lip, pain withering away at his face. Dave sees this, and slams his boot into the back of Lrey's back. A loud grunt falls from Lrey's mouth, his blood soaked teeth cringing in pain. Dave places his foot by his side once more, and goes for another kick. Out of flexibility, Lrey leans forward best he can, the foot flying over his head, snapping a few hairs on its way. Lrey rocks backwards, placing his hands back, then rocking forward, pushing off his hands. He arches his back, and lands on his feet. As soon as he does, he turns to Dave, who is standing by an opening in the scaffold, trying to get his feet set from the miss. Lrey rocks his body to one side, swinging it back, as he plants one foot in Dave's stomach, the other slamming the back of his head.
Dave falls forward, through the opening. He does a front-flip, falling into the million tacks bellow his back slamming sickly into them. "Holy Shit, Holy Shit!" Blood pools around Dave, he almost unconscious now. Lrey breathes heavily, scurrying to his feet. He walks to one of the slanted steel link walls beside him, slipping his hand through the holes. He then places the other hand higher, planting his feet on the fence as well. He begins ascending the cage. He reaches the top, the wall wobbling unsteadily. He pulls himself atop it, holding onto a support beam for balance. He looks down into the ring with a pool of tacks, and takes one last deep breath. Lrey throws his hands back, to one side, then throws them forward, jumping off the wall. Lrey's body twists and turns vividly through the air, his body flipping forward as it does. The crowd begins to count the flips, their eyes marveling at only two flips. Lrey's body slams sickly into Dave's, Lrey hitting a 630 Corkscrew senton splash onto Dave.
J.P.: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHAT THE HELL! HE DIDN'T! HE COULDN'T HAVE!?! Lrey just hit a 630 Corkscrew senton splash on Dave, that had to have been at least 20+ feet. I think the canvas may be cracked, or broken or something. He just did that into a pit of death, he just hit the sickest, most suicidal move I have ever seen, and into a ring filled with a million tacks non-the-less. My god this man is sick, what the hell was he thinking?!
TBCB whoever
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Sept 3, 2007 20:42:04 GMT -5
Both Lrey and Dave lay in a heap again, covered in blood, tacks and other things abundant in this gladiator's challenge called the Cage of Death. Matt is seen looking on, out of the cage to the thumbtack ring 20 feet away. He rolls his eyes, mouthing something along the lines of "stupid sons of b*tches" before turning his attention to the men in-ring, his teammates: Human Wreckingball and RK Kobashi, and the remaining opponents: TC, Skull, and Gnarfflinger. He wipes his brow with his t-shirt, taking a quick dig through the trash can to find nothing of his interest. With that note, Matt picks up the can and dumps it out, deciding to use the trash can itself for his use. He turns around, backing himself into the corner, across the ring stands Skull and Gnarff, with TC slumped dormant in the corner. Kobashi lay adjacent to him between the bottom rope and the side of the cage, trying to nurse the flurry of bat-shots from Carroll previously. Human Wreckingball gets up as the now-four men are in a standoff. The quartet charges toward each-other, HW pairing with Skull once more, and Matt meeting with Gnarfflinger and his frying pan for another occasion.
Wreckingball and Skull lock-up, HW using his power to press Skull to his heels, before jolting his arms around his opponent's rib-cage and lifting him off the ground with a stiff Bear Hug. Skull lets out a gasping groan, trying not to release the air in his lungs so the hold grows no tighter. HW holds on, angling Skull's body a bit more so it near has the positioning of a Fireman's Carry. He squeezes more, not an idea of submission but to plainly wear Skull out by constriction. Then, he charges, Skull slumped over-shoulder, towards the side of the cage. In a clash of human-and-steel, Skull is slammed against the cage, his head concussing against it and his body rag-dolling off the ropes and down to the mat.
While this happened, TC slowly gets to his feet, the gash in his back letting the blood spill over his body. He takes a small, blurred survey of the participants and decides now would be the opportune time to call it a day and score a point for his team. He hoists himself up the turnbuckle, taking cautious and nauseous steps up the cage and onto the scaffolding leading back to the entrance. With such arm strength left, he pulls the rest of his body onto the walkway, exhausted from the torment of the match. He lays on his stomach against the cold chain-link, resting his chin, his eyes gazing down the aisle to the promised land. Is head falls back into the days of SWF, thinking of all those small things that made that company what it was, that paved the road to this match itself. He sighs, staining to his hands and knees, and begins crawling to the end.
Gnarfflinger swings overhead with the frying pan, Matt blocking with the can with a "clink" of an acoustic connection of weaponry. Oliveira jabs the side of the can into the Butcher's gut, taking little toll on the maniacal Gnarff. In a small desperate act, Matt turns the can sideways and thuds the bottom of the can across Gnarff's face. He takes a small step back, a little off-guard from the shot. Matt sequels it with an overhead shot from the can, a "clunk" of sorts stemming from a thick skull hitting aluminum. This causes Gnarff to drop the frying pan, Matt turning the can to an undented side and whacking him overhead with it for a second time. Again, another absorbent blow hits and Gnarff's head kicks back a bit. Matt steps back, questioning what in the hell his opponent's brain is protected with, let alone an alloy metal? Anyways, Oliveira reels back the can, sneaking in a quick kick to the gut of the Butcher. Gnarff keels forward, allowing Matt to slam the can across his back, the shot sending him to his knees. Still, Gnarff doesn't go down. The Genius places the can over Butcher's body, darkness and sheet metal surrounding him. He steps over and picks up the tattered thumbtack chair, roughly a quarter of the tacks and glass remaining from the onslaught. Matt returns, lifting up the chair and slamming it over the end of the can containing Gnarff's head, the cylinder crunching and giving way from the hit, accompanied by a lighting-strike of a sound. Much to his relief, the pile of Gnarfflinger falls onto his back, giving him breathing room.
JP: "You can see now more than ever, Ray, that the participants in this match that took the lesser risks are -damn near literally- the survivors. I STILL haven't seen Carter or Rey Ray move an inch since his last stunt, and the brawlers: such as Matt, Gnarff, HW, and even TC, are in much better shape in comparison." Ray: "Well, with all these drug scandals going on in this world today, it makes me wonder if this whole company is addicted on pain-killers."
TC continues his dazed crawl, stopping now just over the thumbtack ring. He drops again to his stomach, peering through the caging at the bodies of Dave and Lrey. He looks at them, shaking his head in what god-awful idea they had before catching his breath, bearings, and staying were he is.
Oliveira tosses his chair into the corner of the ring, basically discarding it for a while. He turns around, finding Wreckingball pointing out TC half-way to the exit. HW begins to scale the cage, Matt stopping him and pointing to his own head, to say "No, I've got a better idea." With that, he jogs over to the small bottle of lighter fluid and the barbecue torch Kobashi had left. He puts the fluid in his back pocket, and places the torch to his mouth, holding it across with his teeth. Matt begins the chase, climbing up the cage with his left leg still a little sensitive and up onto the bridge. He staggers, a case of vertigo present from both the height and blood-loss present to his body. One after the other, he takes somewhat-coordinated steps on the crossbeams -choosing the stronger part for stability. Closer and closer, catching up with TC, both men above the thumbtack ring. He stomps on TC's hand, Carroll screaming a bit from the pinch in his nerves. Matt drags him up to his knees, gracing TC's forehead with a right hand, causing the SWF Captain to fall back -closer to the edge. Oliveira kicks Carroll in the ribs closest to the sickle wound, TC groaning once more in agony. With that, Matt reaches into his back pocket, removing the bottle of lighter fluid and unscrewing the lid. With lighter in hand, he stalks as TC pulls himself up by the cables. Oliveira takes a few predatorial steps to the side, slowly...his mind dances back a few weeks...words.
Matt fiercely grabs TC's hair, looking straight into the SWFer's eyes.
Matt: "IT'S MATTHEW F*CKING OLIVEIRA!!!"
With that, he swigs back the lighter fluid, tossing the bottle aside and lighting the torch in-front of his mouth. He spits forth the fluid, it igniting and fireballing into TC's face. It engulfs Carroll's head completely, the captain falling backward off of the bridge into a full backflip until crashing to the ring below, face-down, the tacks puncturing his body. A wave of shock falls over the crowd, the SWF fans in horror, the GHW fans a little scared. Oliveira stands on the bridge, staring down through the floor at the back of TC's head. He flips off Carroll, screaming "F*CK YOU!!!" and dropping to his knees in exhaustion. The audience remains quiet, HW and the rest of the participants in the ring gazing in a bit of awe and concern.
JP: "I...I think...erm...Matt just snapped..." Ray: "Okaaay, that means 7 hospital beds and a nice padded room for Matty."
(OOC: I have TC's permission to do that, and he is now out of the match. I REPEAT, TC CARROLL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.)
TBCB anyone
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Post by gnarfflinger on Sept 3, 2007 21:34:02 GMT -5
With the apparent injury to TC Carrol, officials come out to stop the match. EMT's swarm the battle zone, TC Carrol is extinguished, bandaged up and placed on a stretcher and taken to a waiting Ambulance, which takes off like a bat out of Hell for the nearest Hospital.
Officials ensure that the competitors are separated, EMTs also check on their wounds.
EMT: Mr. Gnarfflinger, you have to leave this match right now. This wound in your abdomen is deep.
GtB: Are all the internal organs still there?
EMT: Well, yes, but...
GtB: Are they still intact?
EMT: Yes...
GtB: Give me some bandages, some duct tape and get the f*** out of my way!
With that, the EMT's bandage up the Butcher's wounds.
Security has surrounded Matt armed with Tasers.
Security: Mr. Olivera, please come down and get some medical attention...
Matt: F*** you!
Rurouni is struggling, but is being held on a stretcher. They are trying to inject him with a sedative, but he is fighting it off. Meanwhile, Gnarfflinger grabs his frying pan, finds a place on the top rope and hits an Arabian Skull Crusher with the frying pan on Rurouni, scattering the EMTs and collapsing the stretcher. Skull and HWB have been bandaged up and lock up trading punches.
Ref: You have to stop this match!
GtB: Like f***, this is a f***ing war now!
With that, the EMTs, security and extra officials vacate the area. The Match is set to resume...
JP: This is madness!
Ray: We certainly have the right guys for it.
JP: I'm not arguing that one...
Ray: But the real problem is that Team SWF is one man down to the GHW team.
JP: How do they compensate for that loss?
TBC: Anyone...
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Post by bomber on Sept 4, 2007 9:34:17 GMT -5
JP: Well, ladies and gentilemen here's where we stand so far. The match has been halted due to several injuries sustained by SWF captain TC.
Ray: What a way to go!
JP: I have word that the burns suffered by TC are not as bad as first indicated and he should make a full recovery.
Ray: But a recovery like that is gonna take some time!
JP: It looks like the SWF may be the underdog now-
BOMBS AWAY!!!!
JP: WAITAMINUTE!
'Set Me Free' By Velvet Revolver rips through the arena as the crowd is pulled to thier feet. Pyrotechnics and flashbubs light the entire arena. The Bomber rushes out from behind the curtain as the crowd continues to go nuts!
Bomber is all decked out in SWF gear including his SWF baseball jersey, the Bar Room Brawl Title belt around his waste and his Louisville Slugger.
JR: Now Hold on! He's not on the card!
King: I don't think he cares much!
The Bomber makes his way down the ramp as chants of "SWF SWF SWF!" grow even louder.
JR: I think we may have found our equilizer!
King: Now the sides are even! Are they actually going to allow this?
Bomber walks around the cage to where Skull and Gnarff are standing and bleeding.
JP: Look at them standing there! Down a captain and here comes the only man in the locker room crazy enough to join in this match!
Ray: They certainly look like a team again!
JP: Absolutly! A united front! A force to be reckoned with! SWF of old!
Ray: Don't you start now!
TBCB: Anyone(I hope I'm not stepping on toes here...)
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Post by Dave Carter on Sept 4, 2007 16:26:35 GMT -5
OOC. Sorry for my absence in this match and in GHW guys, I really wanted to post badly, but some issues just came up... Sorry...
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 4, 2007 17:04:36 GMT -5
An unpleasant situation now lies for GHW inside the ring, as Wreckingball and Rurouni alone have to go face to face with Skull, Gnarfflinger and completely fresh Bomber. Still, the two doesn't seem to have lost confidence and quite bravely jump straight to the attack. Yet, the strength now doesn't just lie in numbers, but in account of energy as well. Still, caught by surprise, Skull misses a quick right hook to the side of the face from HW, while Rurouni uses his running momentum to try and knock The Butcher down as he lifts up his leg as high as he can for Yakuza Kick, but the last second Bomber somehow manages to catch his leg in the air and Gnarfflinger using the situation, steps couple steps back into the ropes, bouncing of them and taking him down with a strong clothesline.
Gnarfflinger then turns his attention to Wreckingball and with united power, he and Skull start to nail HW with a rush of punches. Bomber was ready to join him, but Matt drags himself to his feet and shuffles along the bridge with an exhausted, hateful and disgusted expression on his face, and drops into the cage, landing close to Bomber and grabb the back of Bomber's shirt, pulling the man down with him. He drags Bomber away from Wreckingball and Roruni...
Skull and Gnarfflinger continue hammering Wreckingball with punches, but Wreckingball sidesteps a uppercut from Gnarfflinger, and grabs Skull's fist, pulling him in sharply and kneeing Skull in the stomach. Skull doubles over, but before he can get back up Wreckingball grabs Skull around the stomach and lifts him up onto his shoulders, into a powerbomb position. Wreckingball staggers to the tipped-over bin of weapons...BANG! Wreckingball brings Skull right down onto the bin, back-first...and lifts him up again, this time squeezing on his throat before using that hand to push him back onto the bin, harder than before. Skull's face twists as a wave of nausea and agony spreads across it, and Wreckingball himself collapses with the effort onto the mat. He lies there, breating shallowly and bleeding from the nose and chest.
JP: It's the Wreckingball Bomb! I didn't think I would see that for ages!
At this time, Matt is still struggling with Bomber, trying to get him up onto the bridge but Bomber is fighting back, and the two men are fighting with one another. Matt manages to get Bomber onto the bridge, and tries to force him off, with little success. Gnarfflinger and Roruni are having problems, as Roruni had managed to keep Gnarfflinger away from Wreckingball by holding onto the back of his leg, but Gnarfflinger was kicking backwards and Roruni had to constantly dodge the blows. After several tense moments, Roruni managed to twist Gnarfflinger's leg around enough to cause him to fall, but Gnarfflinger stuck out his elbow and landed, elbow-first onto Roruni. Roruni groans in pain, but grabs onto Gnarfflinger's hand, and begins pulling back on the fingers in an attempt to dislocate them, causing a great deal of pain to Gnarfflinger. Eventually, the index finger gives way, and a roar of pain causes Roruni to smile sickly before dragging his body away.
Ray: Oh Roruni you are so mean. Teehee.
JP: Stop it Ray, you silly little man. He probably hates your suits and would not mind getting you with the sickle.
Up on the bridge, things are getting brutal. Matt and Bomber are fighting with both men trying urgently to knock the other off the bridge onto the ring full of tacks below. A lucky punch to Bomber from Matt opens Bomber up for a brief second, just long enough for Matt to wrap his arms under Bomber's own and lock them behind his back. Matt jumps, and flips Bomber so he is head down, and falls to the side, off the bridge and down onto the mat below bringing Bomber with him, head-first onto the tacks.
JP: ......That's not pretty.
Ray: That's not pretty at all...it's Awesome!
The howl of pain from Matt echoes through the arena, as he lands on his butt, and the tacks drive into his behind. The howl drowns out any noise Bomber makes, and as he hits the mat, Matt releases him and Bomber drops again, face pale. Matt crawls slowly away as Dave and Lrey look on in surprise, barely able to do anything else.
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Post by emblem on Sept 6, 2007 7:17:52 GMT -5
Emblem and Ricky are sepeated time and time again, but they still seem hellbent on taking each other to the limit, and going over it. Emblem now has a hold of his singapore cane, and slams it to knock his guards to the ground, then rushes at Ricky, who is being restrained by the guards. Emblem hits him on the head, making him go to his knees. The guards split up, and grab Emblem, taking him down too..
JP: Cant believe these maniacs are continuing their match, while the other side of the cage is full of blood.
Ray: Think thats what you call Hardcore...
JP: Its what you call Insane!
Emblem and Ricky both get up, and fly at each other, double clotheslining, falling, and then rolling to hit each other again. All the guards now jump on them, and separate then by putting them on the ground, and keeping their hands on their back.
JP: Its almost like an arrest...
Ray: Bet they get out in half a minute..you cant stop two guys, who are known for their anger...
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Post by Rurouni on Sept 6, 2007 7:48:34 GMT -5
Lrey and Dave turn there attention to each other both men tired and sore from the match but neither man willing to give up. Matt and Bomber lay there before Bomber being the fresher of the two men begins to stir first and is slowly getting up thumbtacks buried in his head and back. Skull and Gnarffinger see the carnage and they both look at HW who is slowly getting up. Skull runs and hits a wheel barrel kick catching HW sending him to the mat and is quickly followed up by a senton splash which sees Skull continue to roll and he climbs to the top turnbuckle after which he comes off with a shooting star press making contact and rolling off HW as Gnarffinger had made his way to the ring apron and using the ropes and his frying pan flings himself back into the ring hitting HW with an arabian face buster. The sound of metal on bone is heard as Skull and Gnarffinger smile to each other. Emblem and Ricky continue to try and get to each other as more security guards come rushing out to try and break up the madness. Guards are seen falling to the floor as Emblem and Ricky end up being able to get at each other before being separated once again by the guards. Rurouni surveys the scene and spies a wooden handle with metal teeth which Rurouni proceeds to pick up and makes his way over to Skull and Gnarffinger smiling. Skull and Gnarffinger turn there attention and looks for Rurouni who neither one sees till Gnarffinger feels something sharp hit the back of his head dropping him, Skull turns around and is met with by the metal bristles of the object to the forehead and it sends him down. Rurouni stands over Skull and bends down picking him up by the head before saying to Skull"I think your teeth are dirty let me brush them for you!"The next moment Rurouni is seen using what appears to be a metal toothbrush which is being ran across Skull's forehead the bristles rip off chunks of skin and cause Skull to bleed even more. Rurouni lets go of Skull who falls to the mat. Rurouni makes his way over and stomps on Gnarffinger several times before mounting him and picking him up by the head and with a sadistic grin begins to run the metal toothbrush across the forehead of Gnarffinger chunks of his skin begin to tear off and he gets opened up in the forehead even more. Rurouni smiles as he lets Gnarffingers head fall to the mat blood splattering all over. Dave gets the advantage and falls to the ground pulling a surprised Lrey toward him before taking his feet and putting them into Lrey's stomach before pushing up and back which flips Lrey over and onto his back with a thud as the pain sets in even worse. Dave makes it to his feet and leans into the ropes trying to gather some energy and strength.
JP:What Carnage! What madness! We have bodies all over the place. Between Ricky and Emblem who seem to wanna continue to go after each other and Rurouni using what can only be described as a metal toothbrush on both Gnarffinger and Skull and the sickness that Matt did from off the scaffold. I tell you, if anyone survives this match without dieing I will be surprised. We have already seen TC get carted off due to severe blood loss.
Ray:I know JP. This match has gone beyond any limits of humanity. I mean only thing we have not seen is burning flesh.
Rurouni slowly makes his way over to where Dave is resting against the ropes as he spies Lrey slowly getting up as well. Rurouni runs and soccer kicks Lrey in the ribs as he was on his hands and knees sending Lrey rolling onto the mat the pain numbing and sending tingling sensations through his body. Rurouni holds up the toothbrush before standing over Lrey and bending down and brushing the already busted open forehead of LRey with the toothbrush chunks of skin sticking to the brush as it appears that there is bone from the skull beginning to appear. Dave turns his head and goes over to help HW up as they both struggle and look down at the mess that is both Gnarffinger and Skull. Bomber has made it to his feet and he easily picks up Matt and tucks Matt's head between his legs before making a slit throat motion and picking up Matt and powerbombing him back to the mat onto the tacks driving more tacks into his back and neck area. Bomber then turns his attention to the other ring where he sees Rurouni swiping something across Lrey's forehead, Dave and HW are picking up the almost lifeless forms of Gnarffinger and Skull before tossing them to the outside. HW and Dave turn there attention and look at Bomber who smiles and begins to make his way over to the other ring as Rurouni gets off Lrey content holding up the metal toothbrush which shows small chunks of flesh hanging off the bristles. Rurouni drops the toothbrush and looks for his chain which he finds and begins to pull the sickle towards him. Once he has the sickle in hand he notices Dave and HW making there way to Bomber so Rurouni makes his way over to make it a three on one. HW and Dave both charge across the ring not sure how there bodies are holding up at Bomber who charges himself and hits both men with a pair of closelines sending them to the mat. Dave and HW get back up and again are sent to the mat with closelines. The bloodied form of Bomber laughing as he picks up Dave who needs support before tucking his head under his left arm and with his right arm grabbing the tights before picking up Dave into a cradle position and then dropping him on his head with a cradle pile driver. Bomber bends down to pick up HW who also falls to one knee the pain and blood lose effecting his mobility. Bomber tries to tuck HW's head under his arm and then grabs the tights of HW but before he can attempt to lift he feels a sharp pain in his back and a warm sensation that runs down his back. Bomber lets go of HW and arches his back in pain as he screams, he turns around and is met with a sickle shot to the gut which doubles Bomber over HW somehow is able to grab Bomber and holds him as Rurouni smiles and says "Welcome to my playground!"Before taking the sickle and sticking it into the chest of area of Bomber and slowly drawing it across his chest at a downward angle, Bomber screams as he feels the sickle cutting into his flesh, Rurouni smiles and stabs the sickle into the other side of his chest starting at the breast and again makes a slicing motion going down and across so in essence Bomber has a big X on his chest. HW passes out and falls to the ground as does Bomber who falls face first the pain from the sickle finely setting in. Rurouni looks around and then slides out of the ring and lifts up the ring apron before crawling underneath it.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Sept 7, 2007 0:22:16 GMT -5
Matt Olivera staggers back into the cage. He moves over the Gnarfflinger, who is ready for him as he throws a white powder into Matt's face. The Butcher then gets to his feet, hoists Matt Olivera on his shoulders and Cleaver slams him on the Frying pan.
JP: Gnarfflinger played possum long enough to get a second wind back.
Ray: The winner won't be determined by skill but by sheer determination. This won't determine who's right, only who's left!
The Butcher then goes to look under the ring for a table, but recoils his hand fast with a puncture wound in his right forearm. The Butcher recognizes the wound pattern as Rurouni's Sickle, and grabs his Frying pan and heads under the ring to confront him. Loud Crashing and cursing are heard from under the ring. A few seconds later, a Frying pan is seen being sent out from under the ring, with blood covering it.
Ray: Rurouni has killed that damned Troll!
Then Gnarfflinger and Rurouni roll out from under the ring, Gnarfflinger using a Willy the Whale puppet to apply a Mandible Claw to Rurouni, while the Wandering Samurai tries to choke the Butcher with the chain of the Sickle. Rurouni has manages a top mount, then tries to use the Sickle to cut the Butcher, but Gnarfflinger, with the left hand resisting the the sickle, the right hand in Rurouni's mouth, still bleeding steadily from the fresh sickle wound, manages a knee to the groin of the Wandering Samurai. Rurouni rolls off the Butcher, who has lost his grip of the Mandible claw, but seized Rurouni's Hand Sickle. The Butcher then pins Rurouni and starts carving the letter "S" in his chest, when, in another burst of karma, Rurouni reaches the frying pan and clonks the Butcher in the noggin with it.
JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher and Rurouni nearly destroyed each other a couple weeks ago in Saturday Night Revelation, and are picking up where they left off here now...
Bomber sees Human Wreckingball stirring and kicks him in the ribs. Skull is slowly regaining his feet as well. Bomber lifts HWB into a front face lock, Skull reaches his Singapore Cane and lands three stiff shots into the chest of HWB. The tandem then execute a double DDT on a steel chair to stun HWB, so they can turn their attentions to Matt Olivera, who is again getting to his feet. Dave Carter grabs a Steel Chair and tries to aid the Hardcore Genius, who has again been dropped to his hands and knees from a double team , but is caught with a missile dropkick from Lrey, driving the chair back into his face. Lrey then mounts Dave Carter and rains right hands into his face while Bomber and Skull both kick at Matt Olivera, HWB lays motionless across the ring and outside, Gnarfflinger and Rurouni brawl with each other's weapons...
TBC: Anyone...
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Post by bomber on Sept 7, 2007 8:24:44 GMT -5
Bomber, chest still bleeding, finally removes the title belt from around his waist. Wreckingball staggers to his feet and begins to look around in confusion. Bomber charges his and collides in a thunderous collission connecting the belt with the face of the Human Wreckingball. Blood spurts from Wreckingball's nose as both men fall to the mat.
The Human Wreckingball holds his face as blood pours from his nose. Bomber writhes clutching his chest.
Skull runs over to help the Bomber to his feet. Skull pulls Bomber to where Matt has made it to his feet. Skull swings at Matt connecting with his chin. Matt staggers around like a drunk, falling agenst the turnbuckle. Skull climbs up and gets Matt in position.
JP: Stinger! Skull's going for a Stinger!
Ray: It was only a matter of time!
Skull points to another turnbuckle as Bomber climbs up.
JP: What are they going to do?
Ray: I don't know, but it's a long way down.
Skull puts Matt up on the turnbuckle and wraps his legs around his neck. As Matt hits the ground, the crowd erupts.
JP: A perfetly executed Stinger! WAIT!
Bomber, on top of a different turnbuckle suddenly leaps off. Time slows to a crawl as he seems to fly across the ring. Cameras flash all around them as he comes crashing down right on Matt.
Ray: DIVE BOMB! DIVE BOMB!!
JP: Oh my god! Thier heads collided! it sounded like two skulls being crushed!
Ray: I got news for you! I think it was!
Both Bomber and Matt lie motionless on the mat bleeding and barely breathing.
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Tyson Smith on Sept 7, 2007 18:08:28 GMT -5
(ooc:You guys are F'n Crazy! But its a hell of a match)
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 8, 2007 14:32:37 GMT -5
Wreckingball manages to recover himself slightly, after several seconds of blissful unconsciousness, and begins to drag himself over to Matt and Bomber. With a gargantuan effort on his part, he drags Bomber off the top of Matt, allowing Matt to wriggle out from underneath. Wreckingball releases Bomber, dropping him to the mat before sitting on his back and locking one hand around his throat while pulling back with the arm. Wreckingball's other hand is balled up in a fist, and the knuckles are being ground into the sore part of Bomber's head from his diving headbutt. Bomber groans in pain, but quickly loses breath. However, before Bomber loses consciousness Wreckingball suddenly loosens his grip as Skull's feet slam into the back of Wreckingball's neck. In the dizzying few moments that follow, Skull manages to pull Wreckingball off Bomber and flips HW onto his chest. Skull jumps, and lands both knees on Wreckingball's chest winding him for long enough for Skull to sit down there, and begin punching Wreckingball in the face and throat. After one particularly hard punch to the face from Skull, Wreckingball turns his head round and spits onto the mat...a mouthful of crimson with a gleaming, white but bloodied tooth. Wreckingball roars in pain and begins rocking wildly until he manages to dismount Skull, who lands to one side. Matt walks up, grinning sadistically with a hockey stick...
JP: Eugh. Did you see that?! Skull broke one of Wreckingball's teeth out!
Ray: Yeah, I knew he'd never be a looker anyway. There's always reconstructive surgery but they would have to reconstruct his face. Now that Skull's a lovely-looking lad...and as for Vlad...if only he were here. Ooh yeah.
Ray continues to stroke his Vlad locket while Matt smashes his hockey stick down onto Skull, causing a painful red marking across his back. Skull rolls away, and the next shot misses clearly as Skull gets to his feet, before setting a ladder up at the side of the ring closest to the hatch down into the cage. Skull and Lrey manage to grab a struggling Dave, and with everything they got manage to drag him up the ladder and out of the cage. Skull drops back through the hatch, and Lrey tries to push Dave off the top of the ring, but Dave grabs hold of Lrey and falls with him, landing on the thumbtack-strewn ring below. A howl of pain is sounded from both men as they land, and both men are punctured many times by the tacks. As the men roll over, it is blatantly obvious that many of the tacks have stuck in the skin... Dave and Lrey are struggling on the thumb-tack strewn ground. Both men are trying to either get to their feet, or climb onto their opponent to escape the omnipresent thumbtacks while forcing their opponent into the mat- and their thumbtacks into their body. Dave grunts in agony as Lrey rolls on top of him, but shifts his weight enough to get him back down onto the thumbtacks before turning him over, so he is lying front-down on them. Dave manages to crawl onto Lrey's back, grabbing both legs and crossing them, before hooking Lrey's feet under his armpits and lying back full-length on Lrey's back, forcing more of his chest and stomach onto the tacks while stretching his stomach and leg muscles out.
JP: A smart move from Dave there, he's escaped the tacks for now, while also forcing Lrey to suffer them as much as possible. A round of applause for the R-1 everyone. A horrible motorbike, but an excellent submission.
Ray: I would give anything to have Lrey face down by now...
JP: I'm sure you would.
Gnarfflinger and Roruni are fighting, Gnarfflinger defending against sweeps and stabs from Roruni's sickle. Fortunately, few of the attacks even brush Gnarfflinger's skin, but each successful sickle sweep opens up a small, bloody cut. After one, highly aggressive attack that Gnarfflinger manages to sidestep, he grabs the wrist of Roruni's sickling hand and pulls Roruni in. Ducking his head slightly, Gnarfflinger breathes heavily into Roruni's face- and Roruni jerks back, the area around his eyes stained with brilliant, blood red powder and fluid. Gnarfflinger then manages to wrench the sickle out of Roruni's hands and throws it away. The sickle clatters as it is lost underneath the main cage.
TBC anyone?
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