Shattered Dreams:

[gnarfflinger]

Fuz: What a match we just witnessed!

Big Al: It will be hard to top that one, but these two sure have that potential!

The crew starts setting up panes of glass, placing a ladder, a can of light tubes and a can of thumbtacks.

We have a Shattered Dreams Deathmatch for the King of the Deathmatch title now!

The Champion, Hayden Hardcore, has a reputation for being a Jackass.

And the Challenger, Gnarfflinger the Butcher, has a reputation for destroying anything his his path!

We have word that something is happening back stage!

Workers are scrambling to get out of the way as the Butcher and Hayden roll around in broken glass trading punches.

From what I hear, Gnarfflinger couldn't wait for the bell to get his hands on his opponent.

The Butcher just charged Hayden, driving him through a pane of glass while the crew was carrying it to ringside.

Gnarfflinger takes a side mount and begins raining elbows into the broken ribs that Hayden came into the match with until Hayden grabs a shard of glass and drives it into the forehead of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger recoils, allowing Hayden to create some distance, but Gnarfflinger finds a Frying pan and meets Hayden's advance, complete with steel chair. The Steel on steel clash causes both men to drop their chosen weapons, but does not deter their desire to destroy one another. They lock in a Collar and Elbow Tie-up. Gnarfflinger overpowers the Jackass, shoving him towards a table. Gnarfflinger drives a knee into Hayden's gut, gets his hands around the throat of his opponent, lifts him up and drives him through the table!

TBC: Hayden. Hope you like hitting the ground running...

[Hayden]

OOC: I love to hit the ground running. Perfect.

Hayden slams through the table and onto the hard concrete floor of the backstage area, sending piping hot cups of coffee and a coffee jug carefully presented for the backstage crew soaring in all directions. He screams bloody murder as the molten hot liquid sears into his face and the skin on his neck and shoulders. Gnarfflinger smiles as he watches the scene unfold, happy at his havoc so far. Not wanting to waste any time, Gnarfflinger picks up the glass coffee jug that had been sitting on the table, still half-full with the deadly decaf and smashes is over the head of the Jackass, sending more of the liquid down his head to mix in with the first lot. More screams escape the mouth of Hayden, who still has not summoned up the strength to roll out of the way.

Gnarfflinger delights in the agony he is causing the champion, and picks Hayden up by the scruff of his neck, tossing him aside into a concrete wall for good measure. Hayden slams head first into the wall, his forehead scraping along the concrete before he collapses to the ground again. Hayden scrambles away, getting to his feet to avoid more of the Butcher's title fuelled onslaught. Shards of glass and small bits of wood from the table are still managing to find their way out of his t-shirt, denim 3/4 length pands and his hair as he staggers along the corridoor out the back of the arena. The crowd cheer in excitement as the whole scene unfolds on the big screen, the pair slowly getting closer to the entrance curtain.

Fuzz Jennings:
These men are not content just to keep the match in the arena. Hell! The match isn't even officially underway yet and the Butcher has started unfuyrling his gameplan already.

Big Al:
Gameplan? And what exactly would that gameplan be?

Fuzz Jennings:
Basically just destroy anything and everything in his path until Hayden HardKore stops moving, I would think. The Butcher is not exactly a complex person.

Gnarfflinger catches up to the Jackass and hits him across the back of the neck with a stiff-armed clothesline, sending the Jackass sprawling to the ground again, his arms flailing out in front of him. The Butcher apporaches his downed opponent, picking a large stick on his way and slapping it against the concrete wall to test its durability. Satisfied, Gnarfflinger saunders over to the Jackass, who had rolled onto his back by now and swings the weapon. Hayden catches the stick with his boots, pushing the Butcher back with a double footed kick out of desperation to keep the marauding veteran off him.

Instead, Gnarfflinger charges at him, the stick held high. He swings it wildly as he approaches, but misses completely as Hayden shifts his body to dodge the move. In the same motion, Hayden brings his knees up and monkey flips the 280 lb Gnarfflinger the Butcher over his head. The butcher, and his stick, come crashing to the concrete floor afew feet away from where the Jackass lies. Hayden uses the opportunity to kip up to his feet, searching for something he can use to pay the butcher back.

Spying a mop and bucket discarded by one of the cleaners earlier, Hayden darts over to find it. He takes the mop by one hand and the bucket by the other. Gnarfflinger is now staggering to his feet aswell, and turns around to face his opponent, his eyes shooting daggers of hatred and looking for vengance. Hayden smiles inwardly to himself as the Butcher comes closer, obviously still thinking his heavier stick has the advantage over a mop and bucket weapon. What he is not counting on is the mind of Jackass, who tosses the dirty mop water at the face of the Butcher, stinging his eyes with the brown putrid mix of luke-warm water and scum. Gnarffliner instinctively drops his stick as he tries to get the stinging liquid out of his eyes. Hayden tosses the steel bucket at him, and chuckles to himself as it coasts off the Butchers head and clangs to a resting place on the concrete once more. This catches Gnarfflinger's attention, who looks up only to see the wood of the mop itself hurtling towards his head.

*CRACK*

The wooden end of the mop slams into the top of the Veteran's head, sending him stumbling backwards.

*CRACK*

Again, Hayden unloads with the mop, catching the Butcehr in the forehead again. By now Gnarfflinger has clutched his head in pain from the two shots. Hayden adds insult to injury, turning the mop around and rubbing the business end of the mop in Gnarfflinger's face. Gnarfflinger staggers backwards away from the putrid, disgusting mop and falls straight over the mop bucket itself, crashing down to the concrete floor and hitting his head hard. His eyes shut tightly from the knock to his head, giving Hayden more of an opportunity to jump on top of the momentum.

Fuzz Jennings:
Innovative offense from the Jackass there. Truly, you would have to say, Hayden HardKore can turn anything into a weapon.

Big Al:
He's the King of the Deathmatch... That is a requirement of the champion. And Hayden is at the top of his game!

Fuzz Jennings:
But do you think he plans that all ahead of time, or just kinda lets it happen?

Big Al:
Thats all part of the secret. If we knew that, we'd all be out there.

Hayden keeps the mop in his hand, twisting Gnarfflinger's ear with the other and dragging him along the ground by the ear. The Butcher howls like a stray hound in agony from having his ear nearly pulled off his head, and complies with Hayden's tugging to make it easier for himself. Hayden drags the Butcher further along the corridoor, Gnarfflinger crawling along behind him, until the level of the noise from the fans becomes louder and there seem to be more people around.

Hayden yells at a random stagehand to "Open that f**ing door", which is done so rapidly, and Hayden picks his opponent up off the ground, pushing him through the door into a room lined with black curtain material. Gnarfflinger tries to get away from the pain of the onslaught, the gross water still stinging his eyes almost beyond use. He staggers along the black-lined room, away from the Jackass and to safety, or so he hopes.

Suddenly, an all too familiar sound begins to play. 99 Ways To Die by Megadeth blares around the arena as Gnarfflinger steps along the black lined corridoor and out of sight. All of a sudden, the fans are cheering even louder, Hayden is smiling sadistically and Gnarfflinger is stumbling out into the Summer Ritual arena for the first time tonight, his eyes still barely working from the mucky water he had been subject to just prior.

Charlie Coors:
Uh... Ladies and Gentlemen. The following match is for the King of the Deathmatch championship and is a Shattered Dreams match...

Introducing first, the challenger.
Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eighty Two pounds and standing Six Feet, Two Inches Tall. Gnarfflinger the Butcher!

The fans cheer on the butcher but the celebrations are short lived and premature, as his suprised entrance is cut short when his is struck once again with the mop stick acorss the back of the head. Hayden comes careening into view, spearing the Butcher to the hard floor. When he stands up, 96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY had replaced the Megadeth song thast was playing for Gnarfflinger's entrance. With the gold still wrapped around his waist, Hayden stands to his feet, collecting his mop from the ground and approaching Gnarfflinger with it.

Charlie Coors:
And introducing the champion. He weighs in tonight at Two Hundred Twelve POounds. HE is the current King of the Deathmatch champion.

Self-Proclaimed GHW Future Hall-of-Famer. Hayden HardKore... the Jackass!

Fuzz Jennings:
Wow. These men have finally decided to take the fight to the ring. A very unorthodox beginning to this match, and I have a feeling that this is going to get stranger before this night is out.

Big Al:
Well these men just couldn't wait to get the match underway. The stage hands haven't even finished setting up all the panes of glass yet. These fans don't care though. They paid to see blood, and blood they will see.

Hayden steps up behind Gnarfflinger, holding the mop upright and pushing it into Gnarfflinger's ribs, mopping him towards the ramp. The scum infested bristles of the mop slide slimily all over the Butcher's body. Hayden pushes the veteran till he rolls a bit down the ramp, adding further insult to Gnarfflinger's plan. Thenm, having had enough of showboating, Hayden tosses the mop aside and goes in for the kill once more.

Big Al:
It looks as though Hayden is sweeping the floor with Gnarfflinger right about now, haha.

Fuzz Jennings:
Mopping the floor? He has a mop, not a broom you tool.

Hayden is mopping the floor with Gnarfflinger right now.

Big Al:
Yeah, that too.

Hayden moves in for the kill, hungry like the wolf is for sheep, but the veteran Butcher is ready and waiting for him, his eyes trained on his opponent. Slowly, cautiously, Hayden moves in closer...

TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

As Hayden reaches for the Butcher, Gnarfflinger grabs his arm, spins into him and flips him onto the ramp. The Veteran maintains an arm bar, looks around and eventually his eyes lock onto something off camera and an evil grin crosses his face.

Hayden is not going to like that look.

But the fans usually will.

Gnarfflinger switches to a wrist lock, pulls Hayden to his feet and runs off the far side of the ramp. He uses the momentum to add impact to an arm drag, forcefully sending Hayden into another pane of glass being taken to the ring. The Crew curses as they scatter from the battling brawlers. The Butcher cackles wildly as Hayden holds his right shoulder and writhes in pain amidst the broken glass. The Butcher finds a kendo stick and targets the ribs again with three punishing smashes.

Hayden is in trouble early.

I fully expect him to repay the Butcher's cruelty soon enough.

Hayden rolls to protect the injured ribs, sees the chance and makes a single leg takedown on the Veteran, dropping him on the broken glass. He finds a garbage can, smashes it into the head of the seated Butcher, scattering the assortment of weapons at the ground near the Butcher. Gnarfflinger grabs a step stool and drives it into the ribs of his tormentor as the Jackass brings the can into the Butcher's head a second time. Both take the impact, both drop their weapons, and both collapse. Gnarfflinger lands unceremoniously on his backside, only broken glass to cushion his fall to the concrete, Hayden crumpling, holding his ribs and cursing.

Both men taste the steel, and both men go down.

What a start to this championship match!

Hayden has a better position, and exploits this with one of Gnarfflinger's favourite tricks, locking a Boston Crab on the Butcher, grinding shards of glass into the Butcher's torso and hands. Gnarfflinger scrambles madly, but there seems to be little reprieve. Gnarfflinger eventually spots something. He finds a Nerf football, backhand tosses it into the back of Hayden, near the targeted ribs. There is just enough on it to cause Hayden to release the grasp on the legs of the Veteran. Gnarfflinger scrambles away from the Jackass, who holds his ribs. Hayden is furious as he finds the step stool, raises it high over his head and charged the Butcher, only to be met with a kick to the injured ribs yet again. Hayden drops the stool and holds his ribs. Gnarfflinger grapples his foe, pushing him towards a steel guard rail. Gnarfflinger gives him just enough lift to topple him awkwardly on the unforgiving steel...

TBC: Hayden.

[Hayden]

Hayden lets out a small yelp as Gnarfflinger the Butcher lifts him towards the guardrailing, and his lower back crashes into the cold hard metal. He grabs the top of the railing with one hand, trying to stop himself from toppling over it, but his efforts are in vain as the veteran Butcher grabs him by the ankle and tosses him over the railing himself. Hayden yelps again out of suprise as he falls head first across two rows of chairs and fans that line the side of the ramp, once safely seperated from the action by the guardrailing. Chaos ensues, as some of the GHW fans who had gotten a little bit more of the action than the ticket price try to create as much distance between themselves and the brawling competitors as poossible. Gnarfflinger climbs up onto the guard railing in order to follow his nemesis and leaps out over the crowd himself, all 280 lbs of the man crashing down across the body of Hayden HardKore as the Jackass tries to free himself of the mess of portable chairs that had engulfed him.

The rest of the crowd is cheering louder than ever, the sound hear loud above the screaming of the fans involved in the riot. Somehow, the Shattered Dreams Derathmatch seems like not enough to contain these two. The want to fight, they want blood, they want to inflict pain. Somehow, the arena itself suddenly does not seem big enough to contain these two men.

Hayden tosses afew chairs out of the away as he tries to scramble to his feet. One steel chair glances off the shoulder of the Butcher, who takes it in his stride, the blow barely fazing him. Hayden scrambles to his feet, a fold-up steel chair grip[ped firmly in each of his hands. He turns to face Gnarfflinger, only to see that his opponent had armed himself with chairs also. What follows next can only be described as pandemonium running wild, as both men begin throwing steel chairs at each other. Neither shows any regard for their safety, the safety of the opponent or the safety of the action hungry fans who are still watching the madness unfold. Steel chair after steel chair is hurled in everey which direction, Gnarfflinger getting the better of the bombardment exchange, pelting Hayden with two steel chairs in succession to the head, causing the Jackass to drop his arsenal abruptly. The Butcher walks over to him, kicking out a chair infront of him to clear the way between the two brawlers. With a steel chair in both hands, the Butcher crashes them like cymbals on either side of Hayden's head. The clanging of metal on metal reverberates through Hayden's entire body and he crumples to a heap in amongsts the pile of half broken chairs that now litter the side of the ramp. For good measure, the Butcher unloads with another shot of the chair across Hayden's head, before tossing the two chairs in his hands over the security barricade and onto the entrance ramp itself.

Fuzz Jennings:
Al, if these two men get much closer, I'm sure as hell out of here. There's no way I'm getting caught in this crossfire!

Big Al:
And STILL, the match hasn't even officially started Fuzz. These two are going to be half dead by the time they get to the ring to start the match!

Fuzz Jennings:
And these GHW fans are loving every minute of it. They're getting their money's worthy tonight.

Gnarfflinger picks up the broken looking Jackass, lifting him off the ground before placing him back down onto his feet roughly. He holds him from behind, his arms linked under the Jackasses armpits, like a bully would hold a smaller kid in school during a beating. With a sadistic smirk on his face, the veteran Butcher calls out to one fan, proudly wearing a black and white "GHW: Live the Dream" T-shirt. The rather bulky looking fan looks back at the veteran quizzitively, unsure why he would be being called over by the Butcher, but his intentions soon become clear.

Gnarfflinger yells out at the man again, and involving other fans around where the bulky looking man was standing. He speaks in a raspy voice, breathless and tough at the same time. It is a voice that does not ask, a voice that only demands.

Gnarfflinger the Butcher:
"Hey you... You want in on the action?

Come on, hit him. Sock him right in the face while I hold him. Give him your best shot.
Show Mr. Jackass how much you hate him. Punch him right in the face, you fat bastard."

Whether it was Gnarfflinger's tempting offer that got the better of him, or the "Fat Bastard" comment that enraged him it is not completely known, but nevertheless, the bulky man saunders over to where Gnarfflinger is holding the self professed GHW future Hall-of-Famer from behind and uinwinds his right fist. He catches Hayden HardKore right across the face, punching with all his might. Hayden's head turns to the side from the blow, a mixture of blood and spit being expelled in the process. Gnarfflinger smiles again as more fans line up to take their shots.
Another man, skinnier this time unwinds a right fist of his own, then a couple take their turn punching the Jackass. Hayden's face had become a punching bag, and with every shot, he looks more and more worse for wear, much to the delight of the Butcher, who really is not needing to do much of the work in this beating.

When the crowd looks as though they are about to riot, Gnarfflinger takes the match back into his own control and German Suplexes Hayden over his back and onto a waiting chair, still set up for an unfortunate member of the crowd to sit on. The chair bends dangerously, but dows not break as the Jackass is driven into its seat before bouncing off to the floor. He does not make an effort to tend to his wounds. Hayden's face lies almost planted into the concrete, his chest moving up and down with every painful breath, but he does not moan in agony, he does not make any noise at all.

Feeling the pre-match brawl fully in his control now and his opponent completely at his mercy, Gnarfflinger the Butcher once again helps Hayden to his feet, walking him back over toward the security Barricade. A huge "G-H-Dub..." chant follows them around the arena, as the fans express their love of the action so far in the match. When the veteran gets closer to the barricade, he grabs a hold of Hayden, lifting him up into a Military Press, towering high above his shoulders. With all the grace of an elephant on rollerskates, Gnarfflinger tosses Hayden over the security barricade and listens delightedly as he hears the man crash hard on the unforgiving steel of the entrance ramp on the other side. Hayden lets out a low moan this time, still not aware of where he is or the dangers he is facing. Hayden is on dream street and completely in the hands of the Butcher, the hands stained with the blood of countless victims. Hayden appears to be just one more on the list.

Fuzz Jennings:
A group beating session?
This is like a schoolyard brawl. And it looks like the Butcher, Gnarfflinger is getting the crowd involved on a individual basis tonight.

Big Al:
Each of those shots that the fans had given Hayden comes with an extra sting of humiliation. The once loved Jackass has certainly had a fall from grace this year, to irreputable levels for some fans. PEople still blame him for everything that has happened.

Fuzz Jennings:
And for some of the fans, they were able to vent their anger on the man himself. Thats gotta feel good!

Slowly and patiently, Gnarfflinger carries himself over the crowd barrier and walks over to where Hayden lies on the ground, unmoving. He picks the Jackass up once again, this time helping him on his way down the ramp. Hayden's legs drag behind him as Gnarfflinger carries the weight of both of them towards the ring, which has by now been set up completely for the shattered dreams match.
Panes of glass line two of the ring ropes, resting precariously on the ropes. A trashcan sits in each of the four corners of the ring, obviously filled with the goodies to be used in this match. Two long boxes sit on the floor just outside of the ring, labelled "Light-Tubes" clearly on the side. The scene looks more and more dangerous the closer the two men get to it. Suddenly, the final resting place for one of these superstars in tonights match may have been layed out for all to see.

Gnarfflinger walks Hayden to the ring and rolls him inside, whenre the Jacckass lies on his back, his closed eyes looking like he is in a deep sleep. Taking all the time in the world, Gnarfflinger saunders into the ring after him and hooks his leg in a pin. With both man in the ring, the match officially gets underway. The ref calls for the bell quickly, which rings as he slides into position to count Gnarfflinger's pinfall. The crowd chant along with the slapping of the ref's hand to the canvas.

"ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO!"

Somehow, Hayden had managed to get a single shoulder off the canvas. While not exactly energetic enough to be called a kick-out, it breaks up the pin count. This is all much to the dismay of Gnarffliner, who had just come a split second away from winning the coveted KOTDM title. The crowd, awed by the action so far, even befor eth ematch had begun cheer as the Jackass kicks out, safe in the knowledge that the match carries on.

Big Al:
This is still going. Somehow the Jackass kicked out of that.

Fuzz Jennings:
Officially, that would have been the quickest title match in history had the pinfall counted, but much to everybody's delight, this match is not done yet.

Big Al:
Well, except maybe for the Fighty fighty persons in the ring, I'm sure they wouldrather this match be over, and their hand raised. The champion is still yet to be decided. Talking of which, what the hell happened to Hayden's title belt, he was wearing it when he came out.

Fuzz Jennings:
Maybe it got lost in the crowd. One thing is for sure. He was wearing it before, and he is not now. Somewhere, somehow, it has fallen off along the way. And that is strange!

As Gnarfflinger reigns over the match with an iron fist, he does not give the Jackass an inch at all. Gnarfflinger looks to put this match away before it gets out of hand. He searches around himself, looking at all the possibilities for inflicting pain and choosing the one that will do the best job...

TBC

[gnarfflinger]

The Butcher selects a light tube and sizes up the Jackass. Hayden gets to his footing, in time for the Butcher to shatter the first one over his head. Hayden wobbles as the Butcher produces a steel spike from his boot. Hayden regains his wits but is unable to stop the Butcher from spearing him. Gnarfflinger takes a position on his chest and drives the Spike into the forehead, opening the cuts even deeper. The Jackass would have a reprieve however, in the form of another light tube, which he wastes little time smashing into the head of his Canadian tormentor.

A lucky break for Hayden, but we know that there will be a lot of breaking before this one's over.

And that'sw what the fans paid to see. Broken bodies, broken glass, and shattered dreams...

Gnarfflinger reels back from the shot. Hayden gets a trash can and smashes it into the head of the Butcher, scattering thumbtacks all over the ring. Gnarfflinger reels a second time. Hayden rears back and hits a second shot, sending the veteran into the ropes. Hayden bounced off the far ropes, rears back with the can, but the Butcher ducks, pulling down the top rope, flipping Hayden over the top rope and through a pane of glass on the outside! The Trash can fails to provide adequate shielding from the shards of glass.

Hayden took the worst of that exchange there.

It looks like the Butcher is not done yet! He's on the top turnbucle!

Hayden gets back to his feet, brandishes the trash can at a heckling fan, turns his head to see the Butcher on the top rope. Gnarfflinger hits a missle dropkick sending the can into Hayden's face, and the Jackass into another pane of glass. The pane breaks, two large pieces remain after the impact. Gnarfflinger picks up one of the pieces and smashes it over the head of the Jackass. As Hayden writhes on the floor amidst the broken glass, the Butcher finds a fan with a sign reading: Tonight's special! Butchered Jackass! The Butcher takes some of Hayden's blood on his fingers and autographs the sign for the fan.

TBC: Hayden

[Hayden]

The Butcher smiles a menacing smile as the autograph is complete, before stepping back to admire it, as if he had just completed a masterpiece. The fans around the kid with the sing begin to cheer at the gesture while Gnarfflinger turns away, looking back at his opponent. Hayden's body had quickly become more and more ripped to shreds from the glass, and with his back, arms and head cut like ribbons, the Shattered Dreams match looks to have taken its toll on the champion.

Hayden writhes around on the mat, desperately searching for a safe place to stand. The mess of glass, lighttubes and thumbtacks that now cover the ring and the surrounding area make for a potent combination. On the Titan Tron, Hayden's back is shown in a closeup shot, with large chunks of glass still portruding from his flesh. With the thoughts in his mind as twisted as a Serial Killer, Gnarfflinger takers a hold of the trashcan lid that the Jackass was waving around earlier and presses it up against the glass sticking out of the back of the Jackass. He applies pressure, pushing as hard as he can to drive the glass further into Hayden's flesh, deeper and deeper into his body. Hayden screams as if he had just seen Jason Vorhees approaching, knowing full well that his screams will only make the situation worse. The sound comes as music to the Butcher's ears as he mangles Hayden's back even further. Hayden searches for something to breaks up the pain, something to get him away from his tormentor. As yet, the search remains fruitless.

Big Al:
Hayden is screaming in vain at Gnarfflinger the Butcher to siese his torture, but the Butcher isn't listening.

Fuzz Jennings:
Hell, the Butcher is enjoying this too much. He is grinning from air to air. This is like porn to the Butcher, each scream that escapes Hayden's lips is like a cry of pleasure.

Big Al:
Its kinda sickening, twisted. I shudder to think what goes on in that messed up mind of Gnarfflinger the Butcher.

Hayden reaches out and grabs the steel pole oif the turnbuckle, using it to swing himself around the corner of the ring, putting distance between him and the rampaging Butcher. HIs face turns from agony to rage as the fire in his eyes returns. Gnarfflinger tosses the trashcan lid at him, but he swats it away like a bug, his eyes trained on his opponent. The pain he had suffered, the torment, the torture, is all bubbling away beneath the surface. Gnarfflinger closes in on him, inflicting more pain the only thought crossing his mind, but he walks right into a big boot from the Jackass, who had used the turnbuckle to launch himself forward into the air. The boot connects with Gnarfflinger's face, driving through his head in the process and nearly taking it right off his shoulders. The Butcher's body is still moving forward with momentum, and he bends awkwardly from the big boot, his head jolting backwards and following the rest of his body to the ground as it collapses, piece by piece. The scene is like watching a Rhino being shot with a Tranquilizer, playing out in slow motion.

Hayden takes the opportunity, walking back over to where the mess of shattered glass lies scattered about the floor. He picks up a large shard, weilding it like a knife and walks calmly back over to where Gnarfflinger lies, stirring on the ground. He drives the glass shard like a dagger into the chest of Gnarfflinger, who instantly starts howling in pain. The warm, crimson flow of blood begins to escape from the fresh wound in his chest, as Hayden uses the glass to cut downwards. Each inch that the glass moves is agony for the Butcher, each second that it cuts his flesh is an eternity. Gnarfflinger watches on, helpless from shock at the foreign object opening up a gigantic and deep gash across his chest. Hayden removes the glass shard only momentarily before driving it back into the chest of the Butcher, making a second gash that runs parrallel to the first. He continues the process till he has four parrallell gashes on Gnarfflinger's chest, the Butcher fading in and out of consciouness in between low, painful moans in a feeble protest of the torture he is being put through. With four lines drawn in blood across his chest, Hayden turns the blade of glass and crosses them, until he has two "H's" drawn across the Butcher's chest. The "HH" symbol, obviously representative of his initials, Hayden HardKore steps back to admire them, the same way that Gnarfflinger had admired the autographed sign written in Hayden's own blood. He leaves the shard of glass portruding out of thew Butcher's chest as a flag for his handywork, the camera closing in on Gnarfflinger's new body art.

Fuzz Jennings:
This think is just becoming brutal. That will scar for sure... Gnarfflinger the Butcher will have to waer that mark the rest of his life as a constant reminder of this day.

Big Al:
And a constant reminder of the man that calls himself a Jackass, the champion, Hayden HardKore. These two are not playing for cheap. Every move of their body has evil intentions written on it. I just hope they don't come too close to us here.

Hayden steps forward, kicking the blade of glass that he had left sticking out of the Butcher's body. It shatters on impact, tearing flesh out of Gnarfflinger's skin in the process and showering him with fragments of dangerous glass once more. Gnarfflinger opens his eyes, crying out in silent agony. With his artwork completed, Hayden turns his attention to a small group of fans that were proudly holding a Gnarfflinger the Butcher for President sign, and quietly trash talking the Jackass out of camera shot. Hayden steps up into one of the fan's faces and slaps him across the cheek. The stunned and shocked fan takes the blow in his stride, his jaw dropping open in suprise that a supersatar would dare slap a fan, let alone a champion. Watching the fan's face blub open and closed like a stunned mullet, a smile spreads over Hayden's face. For a moment, he had forgotten about the matchg, but comes crashing back to reality when he feels something sharp drive into his archilles tendant.

Gnarfflinger had grasped hold of his steel spike and driven it into the tendant, just above the heel of the Jackass, just out of proptective covering from Hayden's custom made Chuck Taylors. With the spike lodged firmly in his ankle, Hayden's leg collapses from the weight of his body. He hops along on his good foot for afew steps, before finding the pain too much to bear. Gnarfflinger trips him to the ground, driving his head into the side of the ring in the process. Hayden bounces off the ring and comes to rest once more on the grounbd. The mixture of blood from both of these men stains the ground, as Hayden reaches down for the spike, looking to take it out of his ankle. Gnarfflinger rolls over, the pool of blood flowing from his cvhest to the floor. He blinks his weary and tired eyes, trying to blink away the sweat and pain, before focusing his attention on the champion, focusing his attention on taking Hayden's championship.

Fuzz Jennings:
The Butcher works with the precision of a surgeon. He has taken Hayden's wheels away. And after a fall like Hayden suffered just a week and a half ago, it is amazing that the Jackass has gone this far without suffering a complete meltdown.

Big Al:
This is like an epic war. Its the Germans versus the Americans in World War Two. Its Mars versus Earth, its Goku versus Freeza...

Fuzz Jennings:
What in the hell are you on about fat-boy?

Big Al:
These two men have gone through hell and back, both of them. And still we are no nearer finding a champion to when we started. One of these men will have to die before they give up this match.

Fuzz Jennings:
And the rate they are going, that could be a possibility!

TBC Gnarff

[gnarfflinger]

Hayden pulls the spike from his ankle, and turns to the Butcher, but Gnarfflinger has caught him and flapjacks him through another glass pane. This gives the Butcher time to root under the ring, and find a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. AS Hayden rolls over, Gnarfflinger brings the barbed wire into the forehead of the Jackass. Hayden recoils back, and the Butcher keeps the pressure on him. The Barbed wire adds multiple scratches and scrapes. This forces Hayden to cover his forehead, exposing the Butcher's real target--the injured ribs! Gnarfflinger slams the bat head into the ribs, causing Hayden to flop like a dead fish.

Hayden is going to pay for humiliating the Butcher like he did tonight.

He knew that he would but he did it anyway. that's the Jackass for you...

Gnarfflinger slams the bat into the Jackass again. Hayden rolls under an unbroken pane of glass to seek cover from the maniac. This fails as the Butcher slams the bat through the pane of glass, shattering it over top of him, and eventually connecting barbed wire wrapped aluminum to the ribs again. Hayden pulls himself around the corner and back into the ring. AS the Butcher follows him in, he is met by a light tube to the head. The Jackass follows this up with a drop toehold landing the Butcher face first on the thumbtacks. Now it's Hayden's turn to get a sick grin on his face. He puts a chair on the canvas, kicks thumbtacks on it. He drags the Butcher's head onto the chair. He grabs a second chair, climbs to the top rope...

What the Hell goes through that man's head?

Probably a Frying pan if the Butcher has anything to say about it...

Hayden flies off the top rope with an elbow drop to drive the chair into the Butcher's head! Hayden flops to the side holding his ribs, but he is laughing maniacally as the Butcher lays there helpless...

TBC: Hayden. I have more in mind, but it's too early...

[Hayden]

Hayden keels over from the force of the shot to his injured ribs, but the manic smile and uncontrollable laughter that fill his face still remain in full force. Shakily, Hayden begins to claw toward his feet, a large twisted smile still plastered on his face. He looks around the ring to see the carnage of the match so far, uncaring about the amount of time it will take the cleanup crew to tidy the arena up. His focus is winning the match and destroying Gnarfflinger the Butcher in the process. And as he looks town to the battered and broken, bleeding carcass of the veteran, he seems to be well on track.

Hayden takes a bloodied hand and reaches out towards the ring rope, with his opponent out, he has time to set some wheels in motion for a polan that is quickly formulating in his head. Gingerly, Hayden steps out of the ring once more, and finds his footing on the lightly padded ground next to the ring. He lifts up the ring apron once more, searching for a specific weapon type. A type of weapon so easily distinguishable that when he begins to drag it out from under the ring, the already manic crowd erupts into a frenzy. Hayden is pulling out a table. Chants of "G-H-Dub..." and "Tables, Tables..." mix together to create a symphony of chaos around the arena, while Hayden sets to work, setting the table up underneath the turnbuckle on the outside of the ring. Looking up at the ring, he judges the distance from the turnbuckle to the table, and seems satisfied with the possibility of his plan working. Now for the second part of his plan...

Fuzz Jennings:
As if this match wasn't dangerous enough already. Now the crowd is screaming for Tables, and he is listening to the fans for once!

Big Al:
With all this glass around and the tables coming out, this match is getting more deadly by the second...

With Gnarfflinger still un moving on the ground, Hayden sets about to putting the second part of his plan into motion. Walking over to where the panes of glass lie resting between the ring and the security barricade, Hayden lifts one onto his back like a hermit crab and proceeds to stumble along, carrying it closer and closer to the table. Even though he strains from the effort, Hayden still has a sadistic smile written across his face, and the smile spreads even larger as he unbloads the pane of glass onto the top of the table, resting it across the wooden surface. Hayden stands back and looks at the setup.
The table stands on the ground just outside the ring, underneath the conrner turnbuckle just in fronto of Jimmy Pate and Ray as they still remian in their seats, calling the match. Spread across the surface of the table lies a pane of glass, glinting softly in the lights of the arena as it seemingly waits for somebody to fall through it. Looking up further, the turnbuckle stands stoicly like a guard outside Buckingham Palace, unmoving and unfaltering. Quietly, Hayden slides back into the ring and walks over to where Gnarfflinger lies.

Big Al:
You could write a bestselling novel with the thoughts that must be going on inside Hayden's head right now

Fuzz Jennings:
Im not too sure Al, I don't think anybody would publish something that sick and demented. The mind of the Jackass is a dangerous place, not for public viewing.

Big Al:
You're right about that.. Just look at what he has thought up here. This has bad news written all over it.

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Hayden stands Gnarfflinger the Butcher up to his feet once more, flinging him towards the turnbuckle as hard as he can. Gnarfflinger manages to hold onto Hayden's wrist, reversing the Irish Whip into one of his own, sending Hayden crashing into the turnbuckle. He hurtles into the corner at full tilt, connecting chest first with the steel and falling backwards to the mat again. The whole thing takes less than a second. It seems that Hayden's plan has been foiled before he could play it out. The Butcher comes over to him, dripping with sweat and blood and reaches out a weary hand to the champion. He picks the Jackass up by the neck, choking him in the process and seats him on the turnbuckle. With the weight advantage, Gnarfflinger throws his strength around and creates himself an advantage. It all seems to be rolling his way as he climbs the turnbuckle to follow the Jackass. The pair teeter and totter dangerously close to crashing into the table and glass pane set up below them, but both manage to hold firm.

Gnarfflinger stands Hayden up on the top of the turnbuckle, both of his hands wrapped around Hayden's throat, choking him as he stands on the second turnbuckle below him. With all the strength he can muster, Gnarfflinger lifts Hayden off the turnbuckle, so his legs flail wastefully in thin air, the loss of a solid ground to place his foot on worrying the dazed Jackass. Gnarfflinger holds Hayden out over the top of the glass/ table contraption he had set up himself, toying with the Jackass in the prospects of a double armed chokeslam through the table. The irony of the situation seems to hit home for the Jackass.

Armed only with desperation to avoid a sudden fall, Hayden reaches his own hand out and grabs Gnarfflinger the Butcher by the hair. In a strange turn of events, Hayden reels himself in by pulling Gnarfflinger's hair half out of his scalp, till the Butcher is within arms reach. With the veteran unable to put up a protest to the feisty Jackass, Hayden links his arms under the armpits of his assailant ina defiant "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me" motion. He finds a foothold on the turnbuckle once more and eagerly regains both feet onto solid ground. NOw the Jackass seems to hava an advantage, as he rains down an elbow to the back of Gnrafflinger's head, before pulling him up onto the top tunbbuckle with him. Both Hayden HardKore and Gnarfflinger the Butcher are now standing face to face, teetering high above the deadly table and glass pane below.

Fuzz Jennings:
Good god, I think my heart just stopped.

Big Al:
I can't watch Fuzz. Tell me when its over...

Fuzz Jennings:
You big fat wuss! This is getting great now, and you sure as hell are going to watch.

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Hayden further throws his emphasis on the momentum of the match, headbutting Gnarfflinger with all his might. Gnarfflinger's legs go wobbly from the shot, but the Jackass holds him up with his own strength. He does not have to hold him for long though, as he leaps backwards off the turnbuckle, twisting the pair around into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Gnarfflinger lets out a small groan of "NO..." as Hayden executes the move, the whole thing caught on the TitanTron. A hush falls over the arena momentarily as the pair crash through the p[ane of glass, shattering it on impact, then through the table, sending both glass and wood shards out in all directions. Gnarfflinger lands first, being driven back first through Hayden's contraption, followed by the Jackass himself. Both men fall into a heap, bodies and blood scattered amongst a wreckage of wood and glass. It looks like a trainwreck, it looks like a Shattered Dreams Deathmatch.

Fuzz Jennnings:
Belly-To-Belly Suplex through the table, through the glass. Good lord, he could have cut the poor man in half!

Big Al:
And an eerie hush fell over the crowd while the pair soared through the air, but that has been replaced now by a deafening din. I can barely hear myself talk!

Fuzz Jennings:
The fans are sure as hell getting their money's worth tonight. I would say it would be a miracle if even one of these men walks away from this match in one piece. There is so much on the line, so much to loose and so much to gain. These men will go through hell and back twice before loosing this damned match.

As the deafening noise of a yet another "Holy Shit!" chant rings out around the arena, replay after replay of the vicious fall is played on the big screen. Time after time, Gnarfflinger's back is shown being driven through the table. Time after time, the sickening sound of glass and wood cracking and shattering together can be heard. Time after time, the sounds and sights of flesh tearing and bodies breaking is shown on the TitanTron. The images, the sounds, they all make the fans more and more intense. They seem ready to riot.

TBC Gnarff

[gnarfflinger]

EMT's rush in to tend to the Challenger. They pluck shards of glass out of him as Hayden cackles maniacally. They sit him up to bandage him. The Butcher sees the spot on the big screen, Reacts approvingly, only to realize that he was the one that took that horrific bump.

GtB: Nobody out-butchers the Butcher!

Gnarfflinger shakes off further aid from the EMT's. He reaches under the ring, pulls out a glass table.

A Glass table? What the hell!

If it shatters, it fits the theme...

Hayden sees the glass table, gets an evil idea of his own, and sets up the table in the ring. Gnarfflinger returns with a black velvet bag and a brown bottle. Hayden greets him with a kick to the head. He sets the Butcher up as if to suplex him through the glass table, but Gnarfflinger hits universal counter number 2--the fist to the groin! As Hayden crumples, Gnarfflinger manages a flip over the top rope sending the Jackass through another pane of glass.

I'm not cleaning this up.

I still think we should have been given safety glasses and riot gear for this match!

Gnarfflinger spreads the contents of the bag on the glass table--more thumbtacks and broken glass. Hayden writes and looks under the ring. Gnarfflinger then pours the contents of the bottle--iodine--on the glass table. Hayden finds a disco ball and a mirror. Gnarfflinger then laaments the lack of barbed wire or an electric current, but is quickly returned to the match at hand as Hayden smashes the mirror over his head.

Seven years bad luck for Hayden Hardcore!

But it was the Butcher's head that broke the mirror...

Hayden whips the Butcher into the corner, charges to follow him, but is intercepted with a light tube to the forehead! Gnarfflinger grabs another one and smashes it across the right side of the head of the Jackass. Gnarfflinger then smashes a third tube across the left side. Hayden responds with Universal counter-move number 1--a thumb to the eye. He drags the Butcher over to the prepared table, lifts him for a powerbomb, only to find that the Butcher has grabbed the disco ball--smashes it into Hayden's face, pushing forward, dropping Hayden back first on more thumbtacks and broken glass.

That table is set but sits there ominously...

And one of those men is going through it, but which one?

Gnarfflinger grabs Hayden by the hair, drags him across the dangerously sharp debris towards the top rope. He ascends the top rope, lifts Hayden in a jackknife position--then delivers a spinebuster through the precariously set glass table. The table explodes on impact! Tacks and glass scatter around the ring and to the floor!

Holy Shit! The Table was rigged with explosives!

That sick bastard can never have enough carnage!

Gnarfflinger basks in the incredulous chants for a moment, finds some barbed wire in the can that was knocked over in the chaos, and wraps it around his right shin. He grabs a writhing and cursing Hayden, locks in a Meatgrinder and waits for him to tap like a little bitch...

TBC: Hayden.

[Hayden]

Gnarfflinger grits his teeth as he feels his barbed wire wrapped legs tearing the flesh off the shins of the Jackass. Low, blood curdling yells of absolute agony are heard coming from the lips of Hayden as his body wriggles around in vain, desperately searching for a break to the hold. The ref asks him if he wants to tap out, ending the pain, and Hayden answers with a reosunding "NO!" in between groans, yet his hands still hover in the air, twiching as if it was involuntarily motioning toward tapping out from the pain itself. Hayden continues to fight, his blood soaked face staring with eyes wide open into space to search for some inner strength.

With a sick smile on his face, Gnarfflinger leans back to dig the barbs even deeper into Hayden's flesh, a toothy grin showing the effects of many long and hard fought battles. His body is a mess, looking as battered and broken as the Jackasses. Together, both men look and feel like they have been through hell and back. Judging by the mess in the arena, it would be a fair assumption to make. Slowly, Hayden closes his eyes, his mind focused away from the pain searing through his body, away from the demented looking face of the veteran egging him to tap out. When he opens his eyes again, they are filled once again with the fire that has seen him become so successful in the business. They are filled with hope. He is not ready to quit just yet.

Fuzz Jennings:
Gnarfflinger the Butcher still has that Meatgrinder locked in. I don't think I have seen anybody go so long without tapping out to this...

Big Al:
Its just a matter of time Fuzz, delaying the inevitable. Thats barbed wire tearing flesh from Hayden's shins. It doesn't tickle!

With one final yell, half of agony and half of psyching himself back into the match, Hayden reaches forward to Ganrfflinger's face. He rakes both hands at the Butcher's eyes in an effort to break the hold. With the accuracy of a sniper, his effort is paid off, as Gnarfflinger is distracted just long enough for him to loosen the death grip he has on Hayden. Hayden strikes again, this time reaching for the Butcher's gaping wide open mouth. Without remorse or a second thought, Hayden reaches his left hand into the mouth of his opponent and grabs a hold of the Butcher's tongue. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger as to not let it slip out of his grasp, and watches the eyes of the Butcher almost well with tears from the both agonisingly painfull and strange feeling. Hayden pulls at the tongue, as if attempting to rip it out of the mouth of Gnarfflinger, giving him enough time to tear his legs away from the dangerous barbs, and tear they do, leaving nearly half of the flesh of his legs still trapped within the barbed wire mess around the shins of the veteran. Hayden rolls out of the way, letting go of the Butcher's tongue and escaping out of the ring to safety on the lightly padded floor beside the ring.

Big Al:
A unique way of getting out of a submission hold to say the least.

Fuzz Jennings:
Well, you've hears of the expression "Cat's got your tongue?"
This one is "Jackass got your tongue?"... Haha.

Big Al:
Think that up all by yourself huh? I can bet that your writers wern't involved in that one.

Fuzz Jennings:
Writers, what writers. I don't know what you're talking about. regarldess of which... The fact remains, this match is STILL going on, despite everything. What is going to have to happen to end this bloodbath?

Gnarfflinger, having regained his composure from the 'tongue incident', grunts loudly in fristration at Hayden worming his way out of his Meatgrinder, and stands to his feet, setting about searching for the Jackass. It does not take him long to find his opponent, as he follows the trail of blood that leads out of the ring to the floor below. Hayden is lying on his back amidst a mess of broken glass, thumbtacks and chunks of lighttubes, his badly belleding body heaving with every pain filled breath that he sucks into his lungs. The sick smile tweists its way back onto the Butcher's face as he looks down at his opponent. He steps through the ropes onto the apron, sizing up the Jackass yet again.

With the barbed wire still wrapped around his shins, Gnarfflinger the Butcher knows he still has a lethal weapon at his disposal, and does the most brutal think he can think of at the present time. He leaps off the ring apron, tucking his legs up underneath himself and dropping his shins across the face and neck of the Jackass. The modified Shin Drop-type manouver sees him land directly on top of Hayden, the barbs once again digging into his flesh, tearing chunks away from his throat and face, leaving Hayden once again as a mess of blood and pain. The momentum he carries through the move causes him to roll over the body of his opponent and onto the glass, picking up a large scattering of broken glass into his legs and shoulders. This only serves to drive him deeper and deeper into a frustrated rage.

Big Al:
Gnarfflinger the Butcher just doesn't care about his on wellbeing. The thought doesn't even cross his mind. He dives straight into a bath full of glass shards without even a second thought.

Fuzz Jennings:
And thats exactly what he needs to do. If you hesistate, you're gone. Act first, think second. Oh, and cause as much carnage as possible along the way.

Big Al:
And to make matters worse for the Jackass, Gnarfflinger looks to be working himself into a hulk-like rage right about now. I expect him to turn green and start smashing things any moment now.

Fuzz Jennings:
Not good news for the Jackass at all!

With the moentum of the match going his way and the feeling of victory firmly within his grasp, Gnarfflinger is up to his feet again quickly. He looks down to the battered and broken body of the Jackass, looking for a piece of flesh that he hasn't managed to rip apart yet. Glass lies around the pair, bits stained red with a mixture of Hayden's and the Butcher's own blood, a telling sign of a brutal match. Gnarfflinger loves every minute of it. He reaches an arm down toward Hayden, his hand grasping Hayden's wrist firmly and yanking him upward to his feet. Unbeknown to the Butcher, Hayden had had enough frame of mind to arm himself with a small, yet brutally effective weapon. He takes a glass shard from the ground on his way up and places it in the palm of his free hand. Seizing his opportunity, Hayden drives the glass shard deep into the wrist of his veteran opponent, stabbing the wrist that holds onto his own arm so tightly. The grasp on Hayden's wrist is instantly released out of reflex and Gnarfflinger snarls like a rabbid beast as the lethal bit of glass is driven into his wrist like a stake driven through the heart of a vampire. Hayden falls to his knees again after he is released, but only momentarily as the Butcher regains some of his composure, enough to turn his attention back to the match at hand.

Armed now with longer bits of glass, holding half of a broken light-tube in each hand, Hayden cuts the legs out from underneath the veteran Butcher. He spears each of the light tube fragments into the Butcher's thighs, just above the knee and listens to the Butcher howl in pain. With glass angling dangerously out of his legs now, Gnarfflinger collapses to the ground, the pain in his legs unable to sustain his weight any longer. He pulls at one of the shards, yanking it out of his leg with a silent gasp followed by a loud cry in pain. Blood begins to seep through the leg of his pants as the glass fragment is removed from his leg. Meanwhile the Butcher eyes up his opponent, silently vowing to get even with the sneaky Jackass, who had managed to slide back into the ring and is making his way over to the one remaining trashcan full of goodies.

Fuzz Jennings:
Gnarfflinger has once again had the tables turned on him by the ever watchfull eye of Jackass.

Big Al:
The wily champion turned Gnarfflinger's rage against him there, stopping him dead in his tracks and taking away the Butcher's legs.

Fuzz Jennings:
And he's not done yet. There can't be much left to break around here, but Hayden is making a beeline for that last remaining trashcan. Might aswell throw all of the toys out of the cot.

When Hayden looks inside of the can, his eyes instantly light up. He pulls out a scattering of lighttubes, lightbulbs and assorted glass bottles, tossing them aside, all over the ring around him. Then, licking his chops as he does so, Hayden reaches deep inside the trashcan with both hands and begins to pull out a new toy he has found to play with. Hiding iside the trashcan is a sledgehammer, which Hayden eagerly grasps into his hands. His eyes alight once mor as he thinks of all the carnage he can do with his new toy.

Almost to test it out, Hayden swings the sledgehammer and smashes one of the glass bottles that is scattered around the ring. It hold up about as well as paper, smashing into countless pieces, almost smashing to dust from the sledgehammer. Hayden licks his chops as he turns around. Gnarfflinger had slid back into the ring and was approaching the Jackass, looking to put a fast one on the champion and avoid being hit with the sledgehammer, but Hayden senses him coming and drives the sledgehammer into Gnarfflinger's guts with all of his might. The veteran doubles over as if he had just been hit with a battering ram and reels back into the ropes . Hayden follows him over, rushing forwars and kicking him directly in the chin with a Shuffle-Side Kick that catches Gnarfflinger by suprise and lifts him into the air. The force of the kick sends Gnarfflinger over the top rope and onto one more awaiting panes of glass, lying wedged between the ring and the security bannister, awaiting a visitor such as the Butcher himself. However, this time, the glass does not shatter on impact, but makes for a half-decent bed for Gnarfflinger to crash on.

Before the Butcher can recover enough to lift his head from the makeshift bed he had found himself on, Hayden had slipped onto the ring apron and stands just above Gnarfflinger, the Sledgehammer slung over his shoulder like a warrior would sling his battleaxe. With no mercy shown on Jackass' face, he leaps off the ring apron while swinging the Sledgehammer. The Sledgehammer is driven straight into the chest of Gnarfflinger the Butcher, who greets it with the eerily simple sound of "Oomph", before falling silent. The pane of glass he had been resting on now shatters into pieces, sending the Butcher falling through it to a resting place on the lightly padded floor below. Now covered in glass and his body cut to ribbbons, Gnarfflinger's head turns softly to the side, his eyes closed peacefully. His chest still rises and falls sharply, his body taking short, sharp, shock breaths. Hayden lands safely on his feet, his boots crunching a helpless lightbulb underneath them as he lands. The Sledgehammer, the ever-present equaliser had done its job and then some. Hayden looks on in delight as his opponent's breathing begins to slow.

Big Al:
Glass and sledghammers seem like a brutal combination, but Jesus H. Christ... In the hands of these two maniacs, brutal equals lethal.

Fuzz Jennings:
This is not just a win or a loss, it's not just pride. This is more than just a title on the line. This comes down to carreers, perhaps even lives in the balance. Its a fine line between a hospital and a morgue... I just pray to god that they don't cross it tonight.

Big Al:
you have to remember, just a week and a half ago, Hayden suffered one of the worst falls of his career. He shouldn't even be out here tonight. And in his damaged state, he has endure far, far more than most superstars would endure if they were healthy.

Fuzz Jennings:
Say what you want about the guy. He's an asshole, plain and simple. A criminal mastermind, maybe... Bt you cannot ever question the guy's heart. Its carried him this far, and it just might carry him to a win tonight. He might, maybe, perhaps... Just retain the title...

The cameras around the arena survey the damage, the absolute carnage caused by tonight's brutal Shattered Dreams match. On the Titan Tron, mixed with the images of destruction, a replay of the vicious Sledgehammer blow plays over and over while Hayden prepares his body for the next chapter of the match.

TBC Gnarfflinger