Magnus Gunner vs Human Wreckingball

[The Rock Messiah ®]

The lively crowd's jubilance suddenly ceases as "All Your Boyz" by Maximum Penalty hits the P.A. system. The curtains sway, and Magnus Gunner emerges into the atmospheric hatred. The "Rock Messiah" fiddles with his wrist wraps, his eyes which burn with content being unleashed upon the Solid Core Gymnasium. As he breathes in the oxygen poisoned with detestation, Magnus squints his eyes, his face being morphed into a condescending gaze. Now finished messing with his attire, Magnus begins his pretentious amble to the ring.

Won't you listen to what i got to say,
i've seen this happen almost every day,
people fighting in the streets with one another,
after all, i thought we were brothers

~Charlie Coors}- "The following contest is sheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Detroit Michigan, he is the "Rock Messiah"...MAGNUS GUNNER"

~Jennings}- "The Rock Messiah makes his GHW PPV debut, and he's also looking for his first win. After that brutal Prison Riot Deathmatch on TNT, what shape is Magnus in tonight?"

~Big Al}- "Perfet! He's a fine oiled machine and a well conditioned athlete. He's had minor setbacks thus far but tonight will be the night he get's his first W. His opponent has been out of action recently and lets be honest, what's the last noteworthy thing Human Wreckingball accomplished?"

~Jennings}- "He came up just short in capturing the GHW Tag Team Championships."

~Big Al}- "Yeah, and guess what. Young Gangstas competing for the Television Title. That goes to show who the weekest link of that team was!"

Gangs of kids just having fun,
fuck with me boy i got a gun,
You think you're bad come mess with me,
i'll beat you down and your whole posse,
...i'll beat you down

The Rock Messiah slowly climbs onto the apron before ascending up the nearest turnbuckle. Magnus hoists his fist into the air with utmost pride, spurring fierce disapproval from the audience. After his gesture, Magnus climbs points at the once dormant Goth who rises to his feet, ready to meet his rival face to face. The two have an epic staredown in the center of the ring before the ref steps in to prevent the commencement of pre-match chaos.

TBCB HW

(COPY PASTA ENTRANCES WITH EDITS FTW)

[The Original Demolitionist!]

This is Wreckingball's entrance theme, Metal Kombat for the Mortal Man by Powerglove.

A few excited moments pass before the arena darkens and a voice booms out across the packed audience

"It's time to get Wrecked, people!"

A peaceful tune, picked out by synthesised strings plays over the PA as a bright blue light sweeps through the mass of fans. The moment the music becomes heavy and metallic, the light finally picks out a man in the middle of the crowd, headbanging like crazy and trying successfully to incite a moshpit. After successfully inciting the moshpit, the man makes his way through the cheering crowd to the ringside area, shaking hands and hugging random fans as he moves.

"From Warrington, England... weighing an intimidating three hundred pounds of pure Wreckingball... the Human Wreckingball!"

Wreckingball vaults the security barrier and lands on the ringside apron with a cheerful, excited grin on his face. He continues to shake hands with the fans as he makes his way quickly around the side of the ring and up the entrance ramp. The Original Demolitionist is wearing his trademark sleeveless "Human Wreckingball- Demolishing opponents since 2006!" red and blue graffiti styled t-shirt, bright flame coloured baggy trousers, heavy steel-toed boots and a "blue and red, flaming taijitu" styled bandanna somewhat controlling his dreadlocked, long hair.

"Say what you like about him, he really does know how to make a good entrance..."

"Yeah, shame it's the only real ability he has..."

He takes his time in getting to the ring, picking up a microphone as he does so...

"I just want to say... welcome to Red, White and Bruised! You all rock! I know it's gonna be an awesome, awesome night! I'd like to wish Young Gangsta the best of luck in his championship match, I'm looking forwards to watching that!"

Wreckingball then turns to Magnus Gunner and stares him down before the bell goes...

"Anyways.. let's go, man! Let's go!"

Wreckingball throws the microphone to the floor as the bell rings...

[The Rock Messiah ®]

Clasping their hands together, the two superstars quickly match technique in a test of strength hold. The Wreckinator slowly begins to tip the balance, using his weight and strength advantage to gain the upperhand. With his foe forcing the issue, Magnus Gunner takes evasive action, quickly kicking away one of Wreckingball’s arms before rolling backward, whilst maintaining his grip. The Rock Messiah suddenly springs to his feet, bending Wreckingball’s elbow, and hyper extending his wrist, compromising his arm in the process. As HWB winces in agony from the Top Wristlock, Magnus abruptly swings around his adversary before strategically pulling his arm behind his back. The Wreckinator is left subdued and immobilized by the Hammerlock, leaving the Loaded Pistol in a position of dominance. Gunner smiles smugly as he holds the Wreckingball right where he wants him. Or so he thought, as the adept Warrington native spins out of the hold, ending up behind him the Michigan native before wrapping his arms around his torso. After applying the waistlock, the technical titan channels his might as he drags Gunner off his feet and hoists the former LDWA Champion into the air. Magnus flails his feet frantically, attempting to escape his peril and come back down to earth. Wreckingball grants Gunner’s wishes, as he pulls the arrogant rocker from the atmosphere in one swift motion before slamming him into the canvas. Having landed prone with a resounding thud, the Rock Messiah is completely vulnerable, allowing the Wreckinator to take control of the contest as he swings around to the top of Magnus’ body before trapping his head in his armpit, quickly locking in a front headlock. Despite having his head compressed in between his antagonist’s massive biceps, Hayden Hardkore’s former protégé keeps his composure, darting his eyes from place to place and scanning Wreckingball’s body for an opening. Lifting his belly off the mat, the window of opportunity presents itself to the conceiting Michigander, and Magnus doesn’t hesitate to capitalize as he sits through and rolls, simultaneously seizing Wreckingball’s nearest arm. Having escaped the headlock and holding Demolitionists’ arm, Gunner rises to his feet, dragging HB to a vertical base.

Before Wreckingball can even contemplate a way to protect himself, the Rock Messiah strikes, maliciously plunging his boot into the gut of the beast, forcing HB’s body to convulse and coercing him to double over. The dexterous grappler flourishes his technical prowess as he leaps into the air, draping his foe’s arm across his chest before falling supinely to the canvas, planting the Wreckinator face first into the canvas, and violently bending his arm across his body.

~Jennings}- “The Human Wreckingball may no longer be a formidable opponent if he’s fighting with one arm. And that’s likely the result after that vicious Arm Breaker by the Rock Messiah.”

~Big Al}- “It started as a chain wrestling exhibition, but Gunner’s elusiveness and technical mastery has given him the edge. No contest!”

~Colin Jennings}- “Since when did you become the expert. ”

~Big Al}- “Since I made your mom tap out from the missionary position. ”

Holding his arm and gingerly torquing it to try and alleviate the pain, Wreckingball slowly slithers toward the ropes. Magnus doesn’t allow HB to recuperate, as he pounces on the wounded Demolitionist like a shark smelling blood in the water. The vindictive Michigander quickly seizes the impaired arm before wrapping it under the bottom rope. Gunner suddenly jerks the arm upward, bending it over the ropes, using the cables as leverage to further debilitate the Wreckinator’s arm. Magnus’ blatant use of illegal tactics spurs the referee into action, as he slides down and reprimands the Rock Messiah. Gunner dismisses the referee, fully turning his attention to his opponent as he grits his teeth and pulls with tremendous force, almost aspiring to completely pull apart the joint. After threatening to disqualify the impudent egomaniac, the referee quickly begins his five counts. Gunner finally relinquishes the savage hold at four, completely using his five count and effectively accomplishing what he set out to do as Wreckingball shrieks in agony. Completely full himself, the self-centered Pistol regains a vertical base before turning to the irate referee, further intensifying his anger as he nonchalantly addresses him.

“I’ve got till five!”

Gunner slowly advances to his target, the Human Wreckingball who has risen to one knee, his injured arm lifeless draped beside him, seemingly completely enervated. Grappling his groggy and weakened foe, Magnus continues his slow, methodical approach to destroying his adversary, quickly shooting his arm up and under before belting HB in the chin with a blistering forearm shot. The lethal European Uppercut sends Wreckingball staggering into the nearby corner, completely dizzied and flabbergasted by the shot. The pompous pistol takes a moment to admire his work as he surveys the crowd, cracking an immodest smirk. After his ego deflates back to its normal fixture, the Loaded Pistol turns his attention back to the lethargic, battered Wreckingball looks as if he’s begging to be put out of commission. The crowd is quickly made aware of Gunner’s next plan of action, as the boisterous Michigander chants his infamous phrase “Who Wants a Submarine Ride” vociferously. With haste, Magnus charges at the corner, running full steam ahead. Just when it seemed hope had dwindled, the Wreckingball shifts out the corner before deftly sidestepping and extending his good elbow, blasting the ostentatious Messiah in the side of the head. Gunner recoils and retracts from the corner, repeatedly shaking his head in an attempt to shake the cobwebs. With Magnus dazed, HB quickly follows up, lifting his leg before driving his boot into the solar plexus of the reeling Rock Messiah, forcing the self proclaimed, Original Casanova to double over. With Gunner leaning, Wreckingball slowly grapples his head before lifting his knee, landing a thunderous blow to the head. Magnus’ skull cocks back awkwardly following the knee lift, leaving him utterly befuddled and hobbling in place like a drunk. Having forced himself back into the contest, The Wreckinator looks to build more momentum, falling into the ropes before rebounding and extending his arm out. Just as HB was about to connect with the Clothesline, adroit Rock Messiah quickly captures the Demolitionist’s arm before turning away from him and dropping to the canvas, whilst dragging his adversary over his shoulder and throwing him into the canvas.

Still clutching the supine Wreckingball’s arm, Magnus quickly seats himself beside his adversary before scissoring his injured arm with his legs. He suddenly commences to pull, violently hyper-extending HB’s shoulder and elbow, springboarding him into defeat’s embrace.

~Big Al}- “Crucifix Armbar. Just when The Wreckingball was beginnig his demolition derby, the Rock Messiah counters, and locks in a vicous submission.”

~Jennings}- “And he may have no choice but to tap out. That arm has taken tremendous punishment in this bout, and the longer he remains in that hold, the greater the potential of surfering a serious injury.”

~Big Al}- “He’s about to snap that arm like a twig. This is the Magnus Gunner I’ve heard so much about. Dominating performance!”

~Jennings}- “The match isn’t over yet Colin. If there’s a will, Wreckingball will find the way!”

With the fans rallying behind him, The Human Wreckingball slowly begins to channel his energy, and muster some strength as he gradually begins to rise, despite Magnus persistently holding on like a rabid dog. Out of desperation, Wreckingball winds his free hand, before unloading his aggression across the playboy mug of the Rock Messiah. HB quickly follows up with another stiff punch to the cranium, the latter of the shots causing Gunner to loosen his grip and recline backward. With Magnus’ shoulders pinned down, the Wreckinator leans over top of him, prompting the referee to make the count.

“1!”

“2!”

Before the three count, the near three hundred pound behemoth lifts the Rock Messiah into the air, displaying his ridiculous strength. The befuddled Michigander is completely helpless, unable to free himself in time as the Wreckingball suddenly dashes forward, tossing Magnus and thrusting the Loaded Pistol into the nearby turnbuckle. The crowd erupts with gasps, as the ring slightly shakes from the impressive counter.

~Jennings}- “Told ya so! Turnbuckle Powerbomb and the Wreckingball is back in the contest!”

~Big Al}- “Wrong! As odd as it may sound, that took much more out of HB than it did Magnus. He had to exert a lot of pressure on his injured arm to lift Gunner into the air, and that plays straight into the Rock Messiah’s hands.”

[The Original Demolitionist!]

I would have posted today, but I've been ill all day. Go ahead and post, and I'll reply to that ASAP