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Post by Hayden on Jul 5, 2010 7:07:26 GMT -5
~~Read the interview first, would have taken place earlier in the night, prior to this match~~The ring bell sounds, grabbing the attention of the GHW arena as it does so. Charlie Coors is standing in the center of the ring, grinning stupidly out into the crowd with a plastic smile on his face. He raises the mike to his mouth, trying in vain to hide the excitement in his voice as he announces the next match. ~~Charlie Coors~~ Ladies and gentlemen... The following match is for the King of the Deathmatch Championship! [/b] He waits for the raucous cheering to die down before continuing his announcement. ~~Charlie Coors~~ This will be an "I Quit" match, where the only way to win is to make your opponent utter the words "I Quit". No disqualifications, no holds barred, all weapons legal.
Without any further ado... Charlie had barely uttered the words before the all too familiar music of CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blares out of the P.A. system, sending the crowd around the arena into a blood-lust fueled frenzy. As the song plays, the lights dim down, with the quick flickering of rapid searchlights scanning over the crowd, building the tension and anticipation to the air. The song plays into the verse, as the searchlights all seem to connect together simultaneously at the bottom of the ramp. Slowly but surely, the connected spotlight makes its way toward the top of the ramp, to where the Jackass will make his appearance. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ The lights are bright, the scene is set. Lets see just what surprises Hayden HardKore has in store for us tonight.
~~Big Al~~ He's going to need a bloody miracle to get through this one tonight Fuzz. I know Hayden HardKore has overcome some obstacles in his career, but this is something else. He has said on more than one occasion now that he 'expects' the Circus to being all they have got...
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Lets just hope for the sake of a good match that whatever Hayden has got is bigger and better than an army of maniacs.
~~Charlie Coors~~ Introducing first, the challenger.
He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety Seven Pounds. Two time King of the Deathmatch Champion and former Undisputed GHW Champion. The man known as the Jackass, Hayden... HardKore! As the verse plays, the smoke that had begun to fill the stage is picked up in the lights, creating beams of light, as the white mist fills around ankle level in the entranceway. Before Hayden can be seen, he is heard, as a screeching neighing sound is heard. "With my perceptions in a mix Down twenty miles through the Styx To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96
Excessive vacancy, well maybe In the shadow of an eye All the strangers passing through it where the rules just don't apply"Instead of the usual solitary figure in the silhouette of the lights as per Hayden's usual entrance, the shadowy figure hidden just inside the entrance curtain sits atop the saddle of a silhouetted horse, rearing its front legs in the air as it lets out another cry. When all four legs of the creature are planted back on the ground, Hayden nudges the horse forward into the light. He sits triumphantly atop the saddle of a symbolic pure white horse. The veteran former Champion is kitted out in full 'cowboy' attire. He wears tan coloured chaps over black jeans, brown boots complete with spurs on the heel, a brown vest over the top of a white and blue checkered shirt and tan coloured riding gloves that hold the reigns with one hand. The other hand is extended into the air, holding the icing on the cake, a tan 40 gallon hat with the "Jackass" 'skull and crutch-bones' on the front. On his face sits Hayden's trademark aviator sunglasses, glinting in the bright lights as he leads the white horse toward the entrance ramp. Only when his hat is placed back on his head does the Jackass remove his aviator sunglasses, tossing them out to the crowd with a smile on his face as he watches the riot that follows, before a burly looking man hoists the shades victoriously into the air. He continues down the ramp, jingling and jangling as he goes, gun holsters and all heading toward the squared circle in front of a flabbergasted crowd, not to mention commentary crew. "At the fork turn left a store But on the right stay free from sight 'Cause 96 quite bitter beings Like to stack the bodies high
The only way to ever leave is Over-flooded by the storm And entanglement in Hellview Brings you fear in fifty forms They've deleted all the tourists At the bottom of the lake And not one supports the cause To leave the blood stay in the veins"~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Pinch me Al, am I dreaming. Surely... I'm not seeing this for real am I?
~~Big Al~~ Well, you're not hallucinating Fuzz. Hayden really is riding a horse down to the ring. He really is dressed as a cowboy, really.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ And not just any horse Al, a white horse. Look at that creature, it is magnificent. How on earth did a guy like Hayden borrow a horse like that?
~~Big Al~~ If one doesn't ask, one doesn't tell. Who knows? [/center] Hayden rides the horse around the ring counter clockwise, stopping to the side of the commentary desk. The Jackass tips his hat and shoots a grin in the direction of the pair at ringside, who simply look at him with bewildered looks on their faces as he expertly flicks his legs out, flinging his body sideways and off the horse in the process. He lands with both feet on the ground, jingling and jangling as he does so, before proceeding to tie his horse up to the crowd barricade, the tame creature simply snorts his approval, given a ringside seat to the spectacle. A few fans at ringside wolf-whistle at the Jackass in his new kit, while more reach out to pat the horse or the Jackass, whichever is nearer. Hayden lifts up the flaps of his horses saddle bag, nodding with satisfaction as to its contents. He gives his white horse a final stroke to calm it. With the horse settled, Hayden continues toward the ring, and only then does the belt he wears become clearer, and more importantly, the attachments to his belt. As he takes one jingling stride after the other, one can see fully laden gun holsters (one at each hip), a lasso rope hangs from his left side, a set of three pairs of handcuffs dangling from his right. Hayden smiles as he takes the steps, moving rather lightly on his feet despite his extra attachments. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ This is his plan? He's enlisting the help of a horse? Clearly somebody has been spending his free time playing a little bit too much 'Red Dead Redemption'... Available at all good gaming stores.
~~Big Al~~ What, are you taking endorsements now?
I don't know about this Fuzz. There's more to it than meets the eye. This is not just a flashy uniform, those cuffs look mighty real. And lord only knows what Hayden has stuffed into those saddlebags!
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ I have a funny feeling that we will not have to wait long before finding out. "Here, three miles back is where we are All we ever wanted was an answer Civilized are close but way too far All we ever wanted was an answer
Footprints giving clue to where we are All we ever wanted was an answer Civilized are close but way too far All we ever wanted..."[/color] Hayden takes to the ring, sliding under the ropes to stand within the squared circle. He readies himself for the match, taking off his gloves first, then hat, vest and shirt. He tosses the extra attire pieces towards a waiting official, who struggles to catch all the clothing before placing all of the items at the time-keeper's desk. Hayden then unhooks the three pairs of handcuffs in sequence, hooking each pair to a different ring rope, leaving the rope facing the entrance ramp free. Only then does the Jackass begin his warm up, cracking his neck on either side, before flexing his knuckles in front of himself. He nods to the referee, noting that he is ready for the champion's arrival. Patiently, Hayden waits for the "Sith Lord" to grace the arena with his presence. TBC DTG Edit: Have added my contract to make things easier My Contract
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Post by TPK on Jul 5, 2010 12:23:01 GMT -5
Big Al: That damn horse better be house broken Fuzz, no telling what the hell Hayden's been feeding it.Fuzz: Hey, house broken or not...least Hayden Hardkore arrived in style. How many Fighty fighty persons ride down to the ring on a horse? It's completely epic Al! As Al and Fuzz are just about to go into an argument of the "epicness" of horses the arena lights begin to flicker, and eventually die out all together. The crowd tries in vain to cut through the blackness in the arena with no luck, the most that is seen is a few flashes to even indicate the show is still live. After a brief pause in the show Duel of the Fates blasts over the PA to a highly negative response, the shadowy figure of DTG, dressed in his usual Sith garbs, appears atop the ramp and begins his slow decent down the ramp and towards the ring.Coors: And introducing the champion, from a Galaxy Far Far Away. He stands six feet four inches tall...and weighed in this evening at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is the reigning King of the Deathmatch, and Lord of the Sith...DARTH...THAT...GUY! Darth reaches the end of the long metal ramp and makes a small gesture with his left hand, this prompts the ring crew to turn back on the lights. DTG slowly takes off his cloak and tosses it onto the ground near the ring along with his trademark weapon, the lightsaber. Darth paces back and forth along the apron for a minute, taking the time to survey his opponents demeanor. After assessing the situation Darth grabs one of the ropes, pulls himself onto the apron, and steps through the ring ropes leading into the ring. He eyes the ref and slowly takes off his belt before holding it up into the air for all to see, he then hands the strap to the ref who shows it to Hayden, and then to Darth, and then holds it up before taking it over to the time keepers table. Darth tries to stare down Hayden, but Hayden just grins at the Sith who then starts to crack his knuckles. Big Al: Darth, trying to intimidate Hayden here. Hayden doing a very nice job of shielding his fear at the moment.Fuzz: You ever think that MAYBE, he's not afraid? I would venture to guess that Hayden has been in far more frighting situations than this. Darth didn't even bring back up to the ring, which is a bit of a shock.Big Al: Nah, not really. Darth usually flies solo, sure he brought back up to his match last week...but if you'll notice he didn't call for them, and they only came due to Reeves having his buddies with HIM. The ref reenters the ring, asks the two men if they are ready to get things started, and upon getting confirmation from both of them gestures to the time keeper who rings the bell signaling the start of the contest. TBC (OOC: Best of luck man.) My Contract
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Post by Hayden on Jul 5, 2010 20:27:11 GMT -5
Hayden and Darth That Guy stand face to face with each other, about six feet apart. The pair line each other up in a show down that mimics a bizarre cross between star wars and the Wild West. Hayden's hands are at his sides, twitching eagerly near his gun holsters while DTG's lightsaber hangs ready at his belt. Almost simultaneously, the pair draw their respective weapons, Hayden quick drawing his left pistol with one hand, cocking the pin with the other while he raises it to bring DTG in his sights. Darth That Guy reacts a little slower, and is still pulling his lightsaber out when he sees Hayden line him up for the shot. The Sith Lord closes his eyes as the gun goes off, a loud bang echoing throughout the arena. Inside his head, the Sith Lord summons the almighty force, willing the oncoming bullets to stop in their tracks. When a few seconds pass and he does not feel any pain, DTG opens his eyes once more. A smirk appears on his face as the Sith Lord realizes he had just stopped a bullet. He looks over at Hayden, who now has both cap-guns pointing into the air and is firing them off at will, laughing to himself as he does so. When he sees DTG ready his lightsaber to strike, Hayden turns his attention back to the match, tossing one of the two "guns" at DTG's head. The metallic cap gun glances off the side of the Sith's skull, but does little damage as is skids harmlessly out of the ring. Darth raises the lightsaber to strike and swings it at the cruiserweight legend. Hayden ducks under the swipe and brings the butt of the second pistol up under Darth's swinging arm, striking him in the ribs. The shot is enough to cause the Sith Lord to drop his weapon, which clunks to the ground, the plastic saber collapsing in on itself until only the holster of the kid's toy remains, the rest of the weapons hiding inside. ~~Big Al~~ Not quite the start I was expecting. These two have turned up to the ring with more toys and trinkets than weapons, and these fans paid to see blood.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ I have a funny feeling that they are going to get what they paid for Al. You know that neither man is going to back down any time soon.
~~Big Al~~ I hope you're right Fuzz. Ad I hope it happens sooner rather than later! [/center] Hayden tosses his second pistol aside, squaring off with his opponent hand to hand. This time his hands don't twitch at his sides, but form fists that come up in front of his face in a boxing stance. DTG's hands remain ready for action, poised somewhere between his hip and shoulder. The Sith Lord's hands move in small circular motions absently as the pair size each other up, each one willing the other to leap in first. Never being one for patience, Hayden is first to act, swinging a fist in Darth's direction. The Sith leans slightly to the right and watches as the fist sails past his head. With Hayden committed to the punch, Darth steps to the side and lifts his foot, slamming it into Hayden's forehead with a Shuffle Side Kick that launches the lightweight legend into the air and scuttling across the ring on his hindquarters. Darth uses his mind to lift Hayden from the mat, motioning upward with two fingers as Hayden steps to a vertical base. Satisfied that it was his the force that brought the Jackass back to a vertical base, the Sith closes in on the New Zealander. Hayden is waiting for him, having gathered himself quickly and sprung himself back to his feet after the Kick from the Sith nut-job. Darth The Guy scampers across the ring to Hayden, locking his arms into a Belly to Belly hold. He flicks his hips and launches Hayden into the air, tossing him high over his shoulders in a Release Belly to Belly Suplex, but Hayden catches the Sith with his arm as he is passing, swinging the Champion around and slamming him into the ground in a Modified Swinging Neckbreaker. The move leaves Hayden kneeling beside the body of his opponent, chest rising and falling quickly as the adrenaline flows through his veins. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ A beautiful reversal by the Jackass there Al. Hayden really had the Sith Lord scouted on that occasion.
~~Big Al~~ Nobody is disputing that Hayden is good, and you don't just rush in on the two time King of the Deathmatch Champion like that. But how is the old man going to keep this up for a whole match?
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Where there is a will, there is a way. And there is a will Big Al! [/center] With the Sith Lord recovering on the mat, Hayden's face had turned from a mocking grin to an expression of determination and focus. The Kiwi slips out of the ring, heading over to where he had 'parked' his horse. He wastes little time, heading straight for the saddle bag at the rear of the saddle. Flipping open the leathery cover, he fishes inside the pouch. Hayden's eyes light up with what he finds, the twinkle returning to his face. He retracts from the pouch a long and familiar chain. The Jackass wraps the chain around his right hand as he pulls it out of the saddlebag. Soon, the metallic ball that hangs on the end of the chain comes into view. It is a dull metal that does not glint in the light, or reflect one's appearance in its chrome. The darkened, red stained metal simply hangs in a lump at the end of the Ball'n' Chain flail that Hayden had brought to the ring. The Kiwi looks satisfied, the crowd rise in anticipation as he makes his way back into the ring, where DTG rises to his feet, still unaware that Hayden had upped the ante somewhat. The Sith Lord hears a clunking and jingling behind him, turning round to see the spurs on the back of Hayden's cowboy boots jingling back across the ring at him. It is not the boots that catch the Sith's attention, however, moreso the metallic ball that hangs from Hayden's hand on a long chain. It circles the air around Hayden's side, waiting to find it's target. Hoping that his "force" might come in handy once more, DTG keeps his eyes trained on the ball. He ducks as Hayden swings for the first time, the Ball'n'Chain whooshing over his head. When he returns his gaze to the lethal weapon, he sees the Jackass swing it a second time and just dodges out of the way in time, before being collected by the flail that had already claimed so many victims. Before Hayden can return for a third swipe, Darth That Guy takes matters into his own hands, charging at Hayden, inside the danger zone of Hayden's flail and hooking himself to Hayden's body. The Sith then proceeds to lift Hayden into the air, spinning him around 360 degrees before slamming him into the mat with a bone crushing Spinebuster, that sends the momentum back into the Sith's court. ~~Big Al~~ What impact from that Spinebuster. My god, he might have just...
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Busted his spine? Hayden's Ball'n' Chain proves ineffective in the early stages of the match. We will have to see what kind of shape his equalizer takes as the match progresses.
~~Big Al~~ Well, it is a Ball and chain, so I'm guessing... Ball shaped. [/center][/color] Hayden arches his back in pain as the Sith laps up the shift in momentum, taking but a few seconds to pander to the crowd, who are jeering loudly back at him. When he focuses his attention back to Hayden, the Jackass had turned onto his front, his back facing the Sith Lord. Darth That Guy shakes his head, amused at Hayden's bizarre antics, but all becomes clear when he bends forward to lift Hayden off the mat. The Jackass pushes himself up into a press-up stance, but brings one spurred heel up with him, planting a well times Mule Kick to Darth's chest. The spur catches in the right hand side of DTG's tank top, tearing out flesh as Hayden retracts his foot. Darth That Guy reels backwards across the ring, while Hayden kips up quickly to his feet, smiling once more as his cowboy boot does its job. Again, he jingles across the ring, the spur of his left boot not leaving a small dotted crimson trail across the ring as he walks, like a child tracking mud back through a freshly cleaned house. Hayden closes in on DTG, flail once again swinging at his side. He stops, mockingly bringing up the boot behind his back and spinning the spur that had caught the Sith off guard. With the twinkle in his eyes, Hayden then takes another step toward Darth That Guy, looking to regain the control of the match. TBC DTG OOC: Good luck to you too man
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Post by TPK on Jul 6, 2010 13:17:40 GMT -5
DTG stands across from The Jackass, tending to his light spur inflicted wound. Hayden continues to mock DTG, scrapping the back of his boot across the mat like a bull readying for a charge, causing the spur to spin faster and faster each time. The Circus member leers at Hayden, looking ready to tear the smaller man's head right off of his shoulders. Hayden just chuckles lightly at this causing DTG to stomp across the ring towards him, Hayden quickly flicks the metallic ball forward drilling Darth in the gut dropping him to the ground in a matter of seconds.
Fuzz: Talk about taking someone's breath away Big Al. If anything could do it, it would be that. Hayden is just so crafty here, using Darth's blind rage against him, DTG needs to mellow out and quit letting Hayden dictate the pace.
Big Al: Sure, Hayden is controlling the action right now, but Darth That Guy is going to come back strong. He's bigger, and quite frankly I think he's better than Hayden.
Fuzz: Yeah right, Hayden Hardkore is a legend in this business, whereas Darth That Guy is just some brute with enough back up to start a small scale army.
Darth lays on his stomach, his breathing quickened as he tries to get more air back into his lungs. Hayden, rather than follow up on his crippling blow, begins dancing a jig around the prone Darth That Guy whipping the crowd into a delighted frenzy. Hayden lifts his right leg into the air and dangles the heel of his boot above Darth's back before looking to the crowd for approval, a "Do It" chant begins to sound giving The Hardkore Icon all the legend he needs to drop a shiny metal spur down into the middle of The Sith's back. Darth quickly perks up from the shot and rolls frantically around the ring, pain shooting through his back. Hayden, seeming to be enjoying himself a great deal in this match, begins to slowly twirl the ball and chain at his side once again, he pick up speed slowly until he eventually shoots his arm forward aiming the ball once again at DTG, Darth however manages to roll away from the shot leaving the ball to come crashing heavily into the mat with a dull thud getting a chorus of boos from the fans.
Big Al: After all that, he missed? I'm telling you Fuzz, it's things like that that'll be the undoing of Hayden in this one. Hayden will oly be able to miss so many times with that weapon before Darth picks up on it and renders it useless.
Fuzz: Maybe, maybe not. But until then I say go ahead and swing that thing like a madman. The more shots he lands the more Darth will be worn down.
Big Al: True, and that would be effective if he had to PIN That Guy, but that isn't the case. Hayden has to make Darth say that he quits...and trust me that'll be no easy accomplishment.
Darth, now back to a stand, keeps his gaze focused on the ball and chain as if mesmerized by it. Before Hayden has a chance to start picking up speed on his swing again Darth cuts him off and slams a heavy elbow down into the top of Hardkore's head causing him to stagger back towards the ropes. Darth, now back on the offensive, follows Hayden as he grows closer and closer to the ropes. Darth rears back and gets ready to throw a hard right fist at his opponent but Hayden slings the at Darth and gets the chain to wrap around his arm. Hayden plants his feet and tries to pull his much larger opponent towards him, Darth stands his ground and forces his arm back whipping Hayden towards him, and then catches him with a booming lariat that floors The Jackass. Darth shakes the ball and chain attached to his arm off causing Hayden's arm to fall limply to his side, Darth then walks towards Hayden who rolls onto his stomach and crawls away in a ploy to draw Darth in closer, once Darth is close enough Hayden throws another spurred heel up catching Darth in the groin area getting a groan from both DTG and the fans.
Fuzz: Oh sweet Jesus. I sure hope Darth wasn't planning on having a party tonight...seriously doubt he's going to be using his love tackle for awhile.
Big Al: That's wrong, some things a man just doesn't do to another man...spurring him in the balls is most likely ranked number one! If it isn't...it really should be!
Hayden rolls under the bottom rope and detaches the ball and chain, drops to a knee, and begins rummaging around under the ring. He comes out with a tool box that he sets in the corner, he starts to get back in the ring when the fans begin trying to warn Hayden about something. Unbeknown to Hayden, a figure stands from the first row of the crowd, shoves a couple of security guards out of the way, and climbs over the railing before nailing Hayden from behind with a lead pipe he had concealed in the arm of his leather jacket. The camera quickly shoots around to catch a shot of the face of Collin "Irish Storm" Fitzpatrick, a member of the original Psychotic Circus. Meanwhile in the ring DTG, having recovered the best he could from a spur to the junk, looks out at the scene unfolding outside of the ring, a look of confusion plastered across his face. Darth climbs out of the ring and looks at Collin, then down to Hayden, and then back up to Collin who motions towards Hayden and backs away, a smug look across his face. Darth starts to pick Hayden up but Collin yells something, lets the length of pipe roll out of his sleeve, and holds it out to Darth who reluctantly takes it.
Big Al: Oh hell yes! Business is going to pick up right here and now, Collin Fitzpatrick seems to have had quite enough. Guess he didn't quite like the way Hayden was mocking The Circus.
Fuzz: Well, why the hell would that matter to him? He's not Circus anymore Big Al, he's not even employed by GHW anymore! That might of well been a plain old fan jumping Hayden, he's lucky he isn't being swarmed by security!
Darth backs slowly away from Hayden and waits for him to get back to his feet, Collin doesn't seem to want to play the waiting game however and drags Hayden to a stand and shoves him back first towards Darth who lands another devastating pipe shot, this time drilling Hayden right in the kidneys. Darth points at a mic which Collin hands to him, Darth now plants the pipe on the ground, using it like a crutch, and then holds the mic to Hayden's face.
Fuzz: Way too early for this, no way Hayden is going to say those "magic words."
TBC
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Post by Hayden on Jul 7, 2010 22:33:23 GMT -5
The mike hadn't been near his face more than a few seconds before the Kiwi legend sends his response, by spitting in the general direction of Darth That Guy's face. The fountain of phlegm flies from the mouth of the Jackass, shimmering all different colours in the light, but missing DTG entirely. The microphone, however is not so lucky. Dripping with Hayden's spittle, the Sith King of the Deathmatch drops the mike as if it had begun to burn his fingers. Shooting an angry glare at Hayden, Darth picks up the steel piping once more, as Colin Fitzpatrick looks on. The Sith Lord swings the steel pipe at Hayden's skull, looking to keep the lightweight HardKore on the ground, but the wily veteran has other ideas, rolling out of the way of the first, second and third strikes. When Hayden is on his knees, standing in front of a disgusted looking Fitzpatrick, DTG changes tact, and swings at the Jackasses head with a baseball swing. Having duped his opponent into a wild swing, Hayden ducks out of the way and tunes his ears into the sound that follows. He hears a dull thud as the steel connects with a solid mass behind him, then a muffled grunt coming from the same direction. The next sound Hayden hears is the clanging of steel meeting lightly padded concrete, as the steel pipe is dropped from the Sith's hands. Rolling away from the danger zone, Hayden looks over at Colin Fitzpatrick, who is by now doubled over in agony. When the Irish Storm looks up, he looks directly over at the apologetic looking Darth That Guy, who had swing the lethal blow, shooting daggers out of his Irish eyes at the Circus Inmate. Colin Fitzpatrick's mid-riff had taken the full impact of a hate filled swing, intended for the Jackass. Not wanting to listen to Darth's pleading, he takes a few steps over toward the KOTDM Champion, but never makes it. Instead, he feels a force pulling at him, holding him back. Looking down at his waist, he sees a length of rope had suddenly found its way around him. Fastened tightly around him, the Irishman traces the rope back to its source, an ecstatic looking Hayden HardKore. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Yeehaw! Hayden just caught him a big one. I must say Al, I have never seen the likes of this in a wrestling ring before.
~~Big Al~~ Well, technically they are outside of the ring, but I catch your drift. And I never knew that the Jackass could throw a lasso. He is a man of many talents, I suppose wisdom comes with age.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ I just wonder what kind of tricks he still has up his proverbial sleeves. [/center] Hayden replays the moment in his mind as he looks at the bewildered Colin Fitzpatrick, tangled up in his lasso rope and fuming. Much like his Ball'n'Chain flail, Hayden had swung the lasso above his head, finding the similar motion easy to pick up. He recalls the feeling of ecstasy as the he flung the rope, watching it sail in slow motion through the air. Picture prefect, like something off a Clint Eastwood movie. As he tugged on the rope to tighten it, he knew that he had snagged the Irishman, using the lasso as an advantage to pull the Irish Storm to the ground. Smiling, Hayden held onto the other end of the rope, climbing into the ring with it, the Irishman still attached to the other end unwillingly, trying to pick himself up off the ground outside the ring. Hayden shortens the rope, all the while looking down at his opponent to keep an eye on him. Darth That Guy advances on the Jackass, beginning to see the Kiwi's plan forming in his mind. He leaps up onto the ring apron, but the awareness of the veteran surprises him, with Hayden catching the larger man in the throat with a boot, the spur coming dangerously close to cutting him a third time. It is enough to stagger the Sith, but he hangs onto the ring ropes to keep himself from falling. The second strike sealed the deal, with Hayden socking DTG with a punch to his nose. It was enough to send the Sith Lord flailing and falling to the ground outside the ring once more. With the coast clear, and an angry Irishman now smelling blood in the water, Hayden continues with his plan, keeping the Irish Storm on a short leash and tying him tightly to the top ring rope. After completing a series of loops what would rival the Gordian's Knot, Hayden takes his leave, standing back and watching the scene unfold. Colin's feet touch the ground, and he has approximately a two step radius before the lasso tightens and stops him going any further. The Jackass smiles and waves down to the trapped Irishman, freeing himself to focus on the match at hand. ~~Big Al~~ I am starting to see a purpose to all this showboating and cowboy antics by the Jackass. Effectively, Hayden's lasso has just evened the odds once more, taking it back to a one-on-one match-up.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ And that rope looks pretty strong, Colling Fitzpatrick is held firmly and at the will of Hayden HardKore.
~~Big Al~~ We'll see if Hayden can capitalize on the situation now. [/center] With his opponent recovering, Hayden turns his attention away from his lassoed guest and back to the man who matters. DTG was now standing and moving toward the ring once more. Taking the fast road inside this time, the Sith slides under the bottom rope, grabbing his discarded light-saber in the process and flipping the shaft back out to full length. The quick to action Jackass springs to life, ducking under one light-saber swing and dashing off toward the ropes. Hayden takes to the air, spring-boarding off the ropes to come back at DTG with a Crossbody, but the Sith cuts him out of the air with his light-saber and Hayden falls to the ground clutching at his side where the weapon had struck him. Feeling the force filling his mind and veins, Darth That Guy holds out his hand as Hayden staggers to his feet. He proceeds to mimic a choking motion with his black wrist taped hand. Hayden looks at him, tilting his head to one side as DTG summons the force. Cocking his head in a puzzled look, Hayden stares at the delusional champion before his body reacts. His breath shortens, as if he is struggling to suck in air to his lungs. Hayden brings his hands up to his throat, instinctively pointing out the source of the discomfort. Slowly, his knees begin to buckle, with Darth That Guy's eyes almost popping out of his head in excitement as he sees the 'force' working through his body. An evil grin comes over DTG's face as he watches the Jackass suffer, until he sees a similar look spread over Hayden's own face. A look of mocking, a look of jest. Hayden straightens up with a chuckle, before balling his left fist and once again socking Darth That Guy in the nose. This time, the nose spurts blood, as Hayden attempts to flatten it half-way across the Sith's face. Darth That Guy tastes his own blood with an aura of disgust. He looks back at Hayden with hatred, wiping the blood from his face as he continues to shake the blurriness from his vision. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ For a moment there, I really thought that Darth That Guy had Hayden in a Force Choke Hold. I really thought that DTG was using the fabled force!
~~Big Al~~ That is because you're an idiot Fuzz. Hayden played him for a fool, and Darth nearly got his brains splattered out over the mat as a result.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Hayden seems to be enjoying himself right now, and why not. The Jackass feels that this is his time to shine, and shine he is! [/center] Hayden attacks once more, kicking the light-saber out of DTG's hand and watching the 'weapon' soar out of the ring, landing at the feet of the frustrated Irish Storm. He then kicks out the back of the Sith's knee, causing it to buckle and the KOTDM Champion to fall into an almost marriage-proposal like stance. With that, Hayden charges across the ring once more, bounding into the ropes and coming back at his opponent like a runaway freight train. The Jackass steps off the buckled knee of the champ with his right foot, taking to the air. While airborne, Hayden swings his left foot around lining up Darth's temple as his target. The kick never connects, as the frustrated Champion picks Hayden out of the air with a hand to the throat, this time for real. Hayden is stopped dead in his tracks as the Sith Champion slams him down onto the mat with a Chokeslam Reversal. The impact is enough to even jar the bones of Colin Fitzpatrick standing at ringside, let alone the body of its target, Hayden HardKore. As the fans around the arena voice their disapproval of DTG's success, he plots his next move, licking his lips and tasting his blood once again. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Darth That Guy almost chokeslammed Hayden through the mat with that. My god, I think his mother would have felt that one.
~~Big Al~~ Screw his mother... No actually, don't Fuzz. I felt that one, my goodness. Can we see a replay of that? [/center] As the replay rolls on the Titan Tron, the fans are treated to a second helping of Hayden's attempted Shining Wizard, and a second dose of Darth That Guy's defiant stamp on the Jackasses success. DTG readies himself, hoisting the lightweight legend off the mat with ease and focusing his mind to his next steps. TBC DTG
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Post by TPK on Jul 8, 2010 22:23:17 GMT -5
Darth cinches Hayden up and whips him straight up the air, he holds Hayden there allowing the blood to rush down into his brain. Hayden doesn't go quietly however, The Rootin' Tootin' Jackass thrusts his knee downward and nails Darth in the top of the head rocking him just enough for Hayden to slip behind him and roll out of the ring to put some distance between The Sith Mauler and himself. Darth, still reeling from the hard knee to the cranium, looks aimlessly around the ring to locate Hayden, not once thinking to look behind himself. Darth's attention is suddenly grabbed by Hayden who cups his hands around his mouth and does his best impression of a pig call, DTG turns toward him and Hayden smiles at him and does his best to lure him to the ropes.
Big Al: He should seriously consider Canning the shenanigans here, he's going to screw around and push Darth too far...I pity him if he does that.
Fuzz: Oh, i'm sure Hayden can take care of himself. In fact, I think he knows damn well what he's doing, throwing Darth off of his game, his "help" already got taken care off.
Big Al: Hey, you saw Darth's face when Collin came down here. He was just as surprised as you and I. Look at That Guy, does he seem like he NEEDS help? Ya know what, don't answer.
Darth calmly leers at Hayden who continues to call for him like he were an oinker, Darth finally gets fed up and storms towards the ropes. Hayden, seeing his plan hitting home, hops up onto the apron and rams his shoulder into Darth's gut as he nears the rope. This causes That Guy to double over, Hayden then pulls the head of DTG through the ropes. As soon as The Sith Master's throat is lined up with the middle rope The Hardkore Legend drops back down to the ground causing Darth to land throat first onto the ropes, Darth snaps backwards and lands back first near the ropes. Hayden skips around in a small circle for a few seconds before rolling himself under the rope and into the ring right next to his downed opponent, who is gasping for air. The Kiwi Sensation sees Darth roll onto his stomach and get onto all fours when an idea springs to mind, a whimsical look crosses Hardkore's face as he slowly circles around to Darth's back, he yells "GIDDY UP!" Before The Champ knows what's going on he feels the weight of his opponent leaping onto his back, he starts to stand and likely would have if not for the metal spurs attached to his opponent digging repeatedly into his sides. All Darth can do is crawl around the ring on all fours, giving Hayden the ride of his life. Hayden shoots one hand into the air and with the other uses Darth's hair like a rope to keep him planted firmly in place.
Fuzz: Oh my god, this is GREAT! Darth That Guy is literally getting rode around the ring like a bronco. This has to be the best example of showmanship I have witnessed in ages.
Big Al: Sure, showmanship it is. But it's a pretty piss poor example of wrestling Fuzz, that isn't going to win the match for him.
Fuzz: I don't know, that would make me say "I Quit."
Darth The Makeshift Horsey eventually manages to throw Hayden off, at this point he scrambles quickly to his feet as small droplets of blood begin to fall from his side down onto the mat below from Hayden's furious spurring. Hayden takes a bit too long to get up and catches the bottom of a boot from DTG in the small chest, Darth follows up and goes for another stomp but misses when Hayden rolls out of the way and kips up. Hardkore, taking advantage of Darth's misstep, fires his leg past the legs of his opponent, he then brings it back heel first and catches Darth in the right calf. Darth, having just had his leg swept out from under him falls to his back, he then quickly rolls under the bottom rope, not wanting a repeat performance of Hayden's wild ride. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Collin Fitzpatrick, not seeing any action in his immediate future has popped a homemade cigarette in his mouth and begun smoking away to the dismay of the fans in his general area. Darth paces back and forth next to the apron as Hayden feints a frown, it doesn't last long however and is soon replaced by a jovial chuckle. The Man From A Galaxy Far Far Away stops in his tracks, slowly cranes his neck towards Hayden, and steps calmly up onto the apron before getting back into the ring. Hayden inches towards Darth who bolts forward and grabs his shoulder before slamming him back first into the corner.
Big Al: Not good for Hayden, Darth has him backed up into a corner and he does NOT seem to be too happy. I hope Darth gives The Jackass what he has coming.
Fuzz: Not sure this is such a smart move on Darth That Guy's part, Hayden is one of those types who are at their most dangerous just when you think they have nowhere to go.
Big Al: Yeah, well what is he going to do to Darth here? He is backed into a corner, I just don't seem him making much of an offensive stand here.
Darth balls up his right fist and lashes forth landing a heavy shot into Hardkore's ribs, Hardkore begins to slump but is stopped by Darth who pulls him back to a stand and throws another clenched fist. Darth goes to do this once more but Hayden surprises everyone by grabbing Darth's fist and attaching the pair of cuffs that were attached to the ropes in the corner trapping Darth to the ring ropes. Hayden scurries out of the corner whilst all Darth can do is place his back in the corner so as not to get attacked from behind by Hayden who has gone for the mic. Hayden retrieves the item and slides back into the ring.
Hayden: Time to put the Circus garbage where they belong, no better place to start than with That Guy! C'mon Darth, you haven't anywhere to go now, DO YOU QUIT!
Hayden walks up to Darth, who is now pulling wildly at his cuffed arm trying in vain to break free of the bond that holds him firmly in his little corner of the ring. Hayden reaches Darth and pushes the mic in his face as the fans cheer loudly hoping Darth will quit and don Hayden the NEW champ.
TBC
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Post by Hayden on Jul 9, 2010 7:55:14 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, Darth shoves the microphone away from his face quicker than a jolt of lightning, his teeth clenched defiantly as he struggles to break out of the handcuffs that trap him to the ring rope. He glares at the Jackass with fire in his eyes, while the Kiwi legend smiles back at him, amused at his opponent's predicament. DTG's writs is soon rubbed raw from struggling, but he is no closer to breaking out of the cuffs than before. Still smiling, a smile that shows a hidden agenda, Hayden wheels away from Darth That Guy and slinks out of the ring. Darth, not knowing or liking what is going on, looks slightly worried as Hayden makes his way around the ring. He passes the still 'tied-up' figure of Colin Fitzpatrick, easily dodging a wild grapple attempt by the Irishman, and chuckling to himself when the "Irish Storm" twists himself up into the lasso rope and trips himself to the ground once more. Hayden passes the commentary desk, looking at his destination. He rounds the final corner and strokes the mane of his white horse, who had been patiently waiting for him. With the horse calm, Hayden flips open the second saddlebag and digs his hand around inside. When his fingers grasp the shape that he was looking for, the Kiwi's eyes light up. With a worried Darth That Guy and a frustrated Colin Fitzpatrick looking on (not to mention a curious audience around the sold out arena), Hayden lifts his prize out of the saddle bag, an electric Cattle Prod. The smile on his face is edged with a mean streak as Hayden turns his eyes upon Darth once more, the Sith still trying in vain to escape the handcuff's clutches. He shakes his head at the sight before sliding back into the ring and picking up the mike once more. Darth can hear the faint electric buzzing of the Cattle Prod as Hayden addresses him. Firstly, he points out the cuffs that DTG is wearing, before addressing the scene properly. ~~Hayden HardKore~~ There's not point in trying to get out of them Darth. These are not handcuffs you buy from the local toy store, no. They are authentic police issue cuffs, designed to keep vermin like yourself from escaping.
So, I say again, do you yield?
If you give up now, I will let you go. If not... It might get a little messy. [/center] Hayden fishes into the pockets of his jeans, retrieving a key. He holds both the key and the Cattle Prod up in the air, motioning for Darth that the man has a choice between the key and the cattle prod. As an answer, DTG barks a string of strange insults at the Jackass, about the New Zealander being a "filthy jedi" and such. Hayden simply smiles back at the champion, placing the key on the ground, just out of Darth's reach. He also places the mike on the ground, next to the key and takes up the Cattle Prod with both hands. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Al, Hayden has a Cattle Prod. This can't be legal!
This is bordering on torture.
~~Big Al~~ And Hayden gave him a choice. Go free and escape the torture, or suffer the 'consequences'. Personally, I'm interested in what the 'consequences' will look like!
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ It's going to look like a guy getting electrocuted, that's what they'll look like! [/center] With Darth unable to properly defend himself, he is an easy target for the Cattle Prod. The screams start as Hayden jabs at the Sith's chest with the metallic prod, the electricity flowing through DTG's body. Darth That Guy does his best to instinctively leap out of the way, but is held firmly by the handcuff, which serves only to injure his wrist as well as his chest in the process. When Hayden relinquishes the prod, DTG's knees are buckling. The Jackass yells at him to give up, but is met with another defiant shake of the head. Hayden shrugs at Darth's choice and winds up for a second strike. This time, Hayden jabs the cattle prod into the small of DTG's back. As a result, the Sith's legs spasm and he looses control, tumbling to the ground. Still Hayden continues, poking and prodding the defenseless champion. With every prod, Darth That Guy lets out a blood curdling scream, and his body convulses with the electric waves the fill it. Only when "Irish Storm", Colin Fitzpatrick yells at DTG from his rope-bound prison to "just give up" does Hayden stop his attack. He turns to Colin, prod extended, his head titled slightly to one side. The smile had gone from Hayden's face, replaced with a look of indignation at the sight of the Irish intruder. The pair lock eyes for a moment, neither one backing down from the other, while the smell of DTG's burning flesh wafts slowly into the air. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ This is just barbaric! Hayden has a wild look in his eyes, as if he is just enjoying this!
~~Big Al~~ The Jackass is always dangerous when he is hungry. And he wants his title back. It think its clear from this that he will do anything to get it back. [/center] The small break in Hayden's onslaught gives DTG a chance to roll into the corner, sitting himself against the turnbuckle. The cuff follows him along the rope, sliding as far as it is allowed before meeting the padded steel barrier. With the former Circus member, Colin Fitzpatrick tied to the perpendicular rope an idea forms in DTG's mind. He tries to get Colin's attention but does not have the strength to yell. He tries to stand, but can only manage a kneeling position. All the rummaging about had caught the attention of not Colin, but the rampaging Jackass instead. Hayden shoots his attention back to his opponent, telling Fitzpatrick that he will deal with him later before charging off across the ring. Hayden swings the prod once more, aiming this time at the throat of the Sith Champion, but the strike never reaches home. With all the strength he has left, DTG reaches out to stop the strike, mere inches from his flesh, but far enough away to escape damage. With his more powerful frame, it is not long before the Sith overpowers the lightweight Jackass, turning the cattle prod around on Hayden. The New Zealand native's eyes bulge at the sight of his weapon turning uncontrollably in his hands, and almost pop out of his head as the cattle prod is promptly aimed and thrust into his own chest. This time it is Hayden's turn to convulse, reeling backward across the ring before falling flat on his back, the prod dropping from his hands in the process. With the onslaught broken, Darth That Guy calls out again for Fitzpatrick, beckoning him to slide his rope over. Colin looks up a the rope trapping him in place and spies the horizontal ring rope. Seeing what DTG has In mind, he nods, leaping up onto the ring apron and grabbing at the detailed knot that holds him in place. He does not try undoing the knot, simply sliding it along until he and DTG share the same turnbuckle. With the pair still trapped but now in the same corner, the pull their heads together to plan their next move. ~~Big Al~~ Hayden gets a taste of his own medicine there Fuzz. Still, Darth That Guy got the worse of that exchange, but things are looking up!
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Well, they are still both trapped Al. Until somebody gets themselves out of the corner there, these two are both still sitting ducks to Hayden.
~~Big Al~~ Yes, but two ducks are harder to kill than one duck. And who knows what is going on in their mini huddle? [/center] As the pair finish their committee meeting, they set to work. Colin Fitzpatrick slides under the top rope and into the ring, while DTG sets to work on his knot. With the Jackass recovering, he set his eyes upon the pair, fire burning in his soul. Hayden charges across the ring, aiming a kick at Darth That Guy to stop him fiddling with the rope, but is cut down short by Fitzpatrick, who hammers him with a brutal clothesline that almost knocks the brains right out of Hayden's skull. Hayden falls backward, still out of reach of the frustrated Irish Storm. Darth continues to struggle with the knot, making little headway as Hayden tries to battle past the Irish bodyguard. The heavy-set Irishman denies him a second time, this time hurling him up and over the ropes as the quick-paced Jackass comes flying at him. Hayden sails through the air, landing awkwardly on the hard and unforgiving ground outside of the ring. By the time Hayden recovers from the fall, DTG had managed to free Colin from the clutches of the ring rope, but he is still lassoed around the waist. Colin heads straight for the keys on the ground, tossing them at the Champion before he feels a tell-tale tug at his rope. From his knees, Hayden had managed to grab the end of the lasso rope and was proceeding to pull it toward the outside of the ring. Darth cannot move quick enough, and Hayden pulls the larger man down from the ring, watching him crash into the padded concrete at his feet. The New Zealander wastes little time, wrapping the rope around both of his hands, then tying his hands to his feet in a hog-tie. Colin yells obscenities at the Jackass as he works, unable to fight back or even more his limbs to scratch his nose. By the time Darth That Guy frees himself from the handcuff and assessed the subsequent damage to his wrist, Hayden had tootled off back to his horse once more. Grabbing the rope he used to tie up the horse to the crowd barricade, he pulls the quick release to the knot and ties the length to his hog-tied Irish Victim on the ground. Colin Fitzpatrick is still yelling obscenities at the New Zealander when Hayden had finished attaching him to the horse like a small, unmoving trailer. The insults fly thick and fast as Hayden slaps the horse on the hindquarters and watches it rear up on its hind legs. By the time DTG is able to side-swipe the Jackass, shoulder charging him into the very crowd barricade he had tied the horse to, the white stallion had already made off, galloping up the ramp with a screaming Irishman in tow. Hayden's forehead cracks into the metal barricade, opening up a gash across his face, but it is a small price to pay for evening the odds of the match once more. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Well, there goes Colin Fitzpatrick... Welcome back to GHW, I guess.
~~Big Al~~ I bet its about now that he starts regretting his decision to make his presence felt in the match. Hayden's horse is carrying him off into the sunset, I just hope they don't go over any big bumps.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~ But now it is Darth That Guy back firmly in control of the match. Right in front of us in fact, I can see the damage to Hayden's head, and it looks bad.
~~Big Al~~ A little blood, a giant sideswipe from DTG, and Hayden is left looking for the license plate number of the truck that hit him. [/center] DTG now has a more determined look on his face than ever. He sizes up the Jackass once more, hatred filling his face. He shakes his head at the man who had trapped him, cattle prodded him, slammed him with a Ball'n'Chain and ridden him like a pony. The insults hurt almost as much as the pain tearing through his body, and it serves to create a shroud of red anger in front of his eyes, controlling his judgments and the brutality of his retaliation. Finally, he has Hayden HardKore where he wants him. TBC DTG
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Post by TPK on Jul 12, 2010 23:30:23 GMT -5
That Guy stands above his prey, an imposing figure as he glares down at Hayden anger overpowering the most simple of thoughts by this point. Hayden palms the gash on his head, brings his now bloody palm to eye level to see his own blood. Hayden's reaction is unclear as Darth, who has stepped over the railing into the fans, bends down and drags him to his feet with relative ease. Darth pulls Hayden towards him but Hayden's survival instinct kicks in, Hayden simply falls backwards dragging his Sith Oppressor forward where he crashes into the metallic structure with his ribs dropping him to his side in the crowd.
Big Al: Somebody needs to step in there and keep these "fans" off of Darth That Guy. Where the hell is a security guard when you need one?
Fuzz: Huh? Big Al, nobody has as much as laid a finger on Darth other than Hayden, and MAYBE the ref. They may not like Darth, but I seriously doubt they'd try to go and fight him.
Hayden cracks a slight grin as he lays on his side and asks one of the ring hands for a towel, a white blur flies at Hayden from off screen. Hayden catches the towel and wipes his head down turning the white garment blood red before getting to his feet and looking down at Darth. Darth sees Hayden standing on the other side of the barrier and juts his hand once more out, Hayden raises an eyebrow and shakes his head before jumping over the barrier. Darth balls up the hand into a fist and lashes forth with a thunderous punch to the abdomen of The Hardkore Kiwi knocking him for a loop and dropping him to his knees. Darth, still on the ground, goes for another clenched fist shot but Hayden deflects the shot and counters with a hard left of his own, a wad of Sith Spit flies out of Darth's mouth and drills a nearby fan in the side of the head getting a groan from him.
Big Al: And one lucky fan is walking away with a souvenir tonight.
Fuzz: Yeah, not sure how "lucky" that guy is. If it were me I would be livid, but hey that's the price you pay to get that close to the action Big Al.
Big Al: Indeed it is partner, indeed it is.
Hayden, with Darth still recovering from the head punch, throws another quick left hitting his mark once again. Hardkore slowly gets to a stand and scans his environment, thinking twice about a crowd fight Hayden hops back over the railing and slides into the ring. Moments later Darth is back to a stand, spotting Hayden in the ring That Guy calls Hayden out but The Kiwi shakes his head no and proceeds to mock Darth by taking a seat in the corner of the ring. Darth scowls at his opposition and slowly steps over the railing and heads towards ringside, as he is about to step up onto the apron a glint of light flashes off of the steel pipe that had been discarded earlier in the match, The KotDM Champ snatches the pipe up and steps up on the apron. Hayden, having witnessed this whole thing, has rolled to the outside of the ring and picked up Darth's most valued possession, his Lightsaber. Hayden, Sith Lightsaber in hand, rolls back under the ropes and gets to a stand, he then points Darth's very own weapon at him causing him to stop dead in his tracks, The Current King's eyes bug out and seem to grow two sizes as he mouths something.
Big Al: Brain him Darth! Knock Hayden into next week!
Fuzz: Wow, this is nuts. Darth That Guy has Hayden dead to rights right now, it's plastic toy versus lead pipe. Does he think that toy is real or something, because that would be the only reason to stop.
Big Al: Maybe, maybe not. Who knows, maybe he thinks Hayden is going to break it...I don't see what the big deal is though, it's a piece of plastic.
Hayden, who half expected Darth to throw a hissy fit, is somewhat surprised by this reaction from DTG. DTG, practically begging Hayden to just put the Lightsabre down, does everything but get down on his hands and knees to convince the unyielding Jackass. Seeing Hayden isn't going to negotiate he storms Hayden who simply leaps to his side and circles around behind Darth, Darth turns around and Hayden extends the "blade" of the toy causing Darth to hold his hands out in front of him. Hayden's mind now racing, does he point this thing at Darth That Guy or does he threaten to break it. Making a split decision he extends his arm towards Darth pointing the red plastic blade at DTG, That Guy growls at Hayden, seeing he made the wrong choice Hayden now raises the sabre above his head and threatens to break it. Darth freaks out and rushes Hayden, hitting him with a spear before Hayden could make good on his promise, the toy flies out of Hayden's hand and slides back out of the ring and lands next to the apron next to the announce booth.
Big Al: What...the hell? Darth needs to quit worrying about his toys, and start worrying about the more pressing matter here, Hayden Hardkore.
Fuzz: Maybe, but I feel for him. That's his pride and joy, nothing in the world he values more, I think he'd sooner lose his belt than his Lightsabre.
Rather than capitalize on his move, The Sith Lord crawls on his hands and knees towards the ropes to check on the condition of his prized possession. Seeing the Lightsabre unscathed DTG lets out a sigh under his breath and pull himself to a stand. Hayden, having had time to recover from the spear rolls over on top of the pipe and clutches it to his body before playing opossum. That guy, unaware of what Hayden has up his sleeve, turns to face The Challenger and slowly starts toward him, fueled with rage Darth storms towards Hayden, Hayden rolls over onto his back and slashes at DTG's legs with the pipe landing a flush shot against his opponents knee caps gaining a huge pop in the process. Hayden rolls out of the way of the falling Sith and watching on as he falls to his knees, and then to his side groaning as pain shoots through his legs. Hayden bursts to a stand and slaps Darth's legs with another pipe shot, this causes Darth to roll onto his stomach at which point Hayden mounts his back and places the pipe under his chin. Darth tries to tuck his head down but is unable to stop Hayden from getting the pipe up against his throat, Hayden rears back and begins choking Darth causing him to claw at the pipe and sputter as his lights seem to start dimming.
Big Al: Ha, Hayden can't win like that. If he knocks Darth out...won't be able to say "I Quit."
Fuzz: Well, that maybe so. But he can sure as hell soften him up this way. The more damage a man takes the more likely he is to flat out quit.
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Post by Hayden on Jul 14, 2010 6:37:14 GMT -5
The metal piping digs deep into DTG's esophagus, his eyes blinking rapidly at first before slowing. As the blinks become longer, the weary look on the Sith Lord's face deepens, with Darth threatening to slink off to sleep at any stage. Hayden yanks back on the steel pipe choking Camel Clutch, but he does not receive the yelp of agony that he expects. His own eyes are closed, teeth gritted from the strain he is putting his own body through, as the edges of the pipe begin to cut into the palms of the Kiwi's hands from his deathlock grip on the precious steel. Puzzled by the lack of activity beneath him, Hayden opens his eyes only to find DTG's head drooping below the level of his body. Hayden shakes his head bemusedly, dropping the Sith Champion with a thud before stepping off his lifeless carcass. For good measure, Hayden slogs the KOTDM Champ across the back of the head with the length of piping before continuing his search for the holy grail of "I Quit" Matches, the fabled microphone. He spies the solitary black figure lying on its side toward the farthest reaches of the ring, underneath the ring rope opposite him. The microphone seems to call the Jackass, and the New Zealander is only too happy to oblige. He strolls over toward the mike, clutching it into his grasp before spinning back around to look at his battered and broken opponent. Darth That Guy still lies face down, his arms reaching out for nothing in particular, his body rising and falling steadily with each rhythmic breath. Hayden interrupts the perfect harmony, lifting the Champions head once more by the hair. It is enough to show the still lifeless face of DTG, and subsequently grow the smile on the face of the GHW legend. Hayden growls into the mike, his words seeming to almost flow together through a haze of fatigue and anger. ~~Hayden HardKore~~ You chose the hard way Darth... How long do you want the pain to go on? Just two words, that's all you need to say to stop it right now. [/center] Hayden lowers the mike toward DTG's mouth, getting it close enough to pick up even the faintest whisper of a submission, but the whisper never comes. All that flows through the microphone is the soft, horse-like breathing as the Champion continues to slumber. Hayden, realizing his mistake in taking the Camel Clutch too far and cutting the circulation off for too long, stands to his feet and drops the mike, a betrayed look on his face. He pulls at his own hair in desperation as he looks down at his out-cold opponent, seeing the Champion in a completely different light now. Suddenly, it dawns on the Jackass, he cannot win without a conscious opponent! As the notion sets in, Hayden gathers himself, thinking of the best course of action. A quick survey of the fans at ringside gives the Jackass his answer, a telltale look of relief flowing over his face as he makes his way toward his target. A brief conversation and bout of pointing allows Hayden to acquire what he had been searching for. The mid-twenties looking man at ringside happily hands over the water bottle to the GHW legend. With the conversation being lost, Hayden's body language shows him politely thanking the man, pointing out his quality taste in t-shirt choice (with the man wearing a "I'm a Jackass" merchandising shirt) and turning back toward the match at hand, and his still motionless opponent. He tosses the water bottle between his hands as he walks, sliding under the ropes once more and darting over toward the Champion. For a second time, Hayden lifts up the head of his opponent. However, this time, instead of shoving a microphone to Darth's mouth, the Champion's face is soon doused with a refreshing cool blast of bottled water, in an attempt to wake him from his slumber. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ There's something you don't see every day. Hayden's physically trying to wake DTG up, just so he can inflict more punishment on him while conscious! ~~Big Al~~ Oh, get a life Fuzz. Hayden knows that he can't get a victory here unless Darth That Guy says those two words, and he's not going to do that unless he is conscious. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Either way, Darth has got to try and turn this around, or Hayden will be the next King of the Deathmatch Champion. [/center] The splash of water has the desired effect on Darth That Guy, and then some. The Sith's face lightens up with the touch of the cool liquid, and instinctively, Darth kicks his feet out. He just so happens to catch Hayden in the side of the head with his big boot as the Jackass bends down to pick up the microphone again, looking for the victory. When DTG opens his eyes and sees the stumbling and dazed Jackass, he does not question how his opponent came to be in his current state. Instead, he pounces. As quick as the heavyweight's body can carry him, he propels himself forward, his powerful right hand extended out in front of him and targeting the bleeding face of the Jackass. Before Hayden can see what his opponent is doing, Darth That Guy already has the Iron Claw locked in, his fingers digging into the side of Hayden's head, his powerful grip threatening to crush the Kiwi's skull. Hayden's knees bend in submission and the rest of him soon follows. DTG is able to reverse the tables, with Hayden flattened out to the mat with the move and himself towering over the bloodied body of the Jackass. He continues to exert his power, the Iron Claw looking to be the deciding factor for the Sith, but even he knows that it wouldn't be enough. Inevitably, Hayden's hands find their way to Darth's writs, his nails clawing into the flesh of the Sith Lord. Before DTG is able to swat away the hands of the Jackass, Hayden had already torn hunks of flesh away with his nail-grip, breaking the hold from the Iron Claw. Hayden is quick to move from the mat, despite his weary head and dizziness, but is soon snuffled up once more into the clutches of the King of the Deathmatch. ~~Big Al~~ The Iron Claw wasn't enough to put Hayden away, with the tough veteran scraping his way out, but judging from the look on the Champ's face now, I don't think he's going to claw away from this one. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ That's a look that I have not seen before Al. A mixture of the frustration of the wily veteran escaping his clutches again mixed with anger and pain from the match so far, mixed with evil intentions... ~~Big Al~~ He didn't become King of the Deathmatch Champion by handing out roses Fuzz. This is a fight, in its rawest form. No rules, no excuses. Only one man walks away tonight the winner, and DTG wants to make sure that is him. Not wanting to waste any time, Darth That Guy flings Hayden up off his feet, horizontally, placing an arm underneath the New Zealander's leg, the other steadying his torso as the Sith Sets his opponent up for his Sith Lord Slam. Sensing the impending doom, the crowd rise to their feet, voicing their disapproval at DTG. Hayden looks helpless, his face screwed up and turning red from the position he is in, and waiting for the incoming pain to wash over his body, but the pain never comes. Instead of simply hitting his finisher, DTG looks to punish the Jackass, turning toward the ropes and the waiting concrete outside of the ring. Screams erupt from the crowd as the see what Darth That Guy has planned in his mind, Hayden's head being lined up and aimed toward the waiting concrete. With a flick of the wrists, a grunt and an almighty throw, Hayden's cruiserweight body is sent soaring into the air, up and over the ropes. Like a lawn dart hurled high into the air, Hayden sails toward what looks to be a rather un-pretty end. With his senses still about him, the New Zealander reaches out for the top rope, while still fully upside down and hurtling through the air on a now downwards trajectory. He misses the top rope, sending a wave of panic through his body. The New Zealander catches the second rope, however, grabbing onto it for dear life. His body slams into the steel framing of the ring, both of his knees taking the brunt of the blow. As he cries out in agony from the injury, the Kiwi still knows in the back of his mind that things could have been much, much worse. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Somehow Hayden managed to stop himself from becoming sidewalk mush! ~~Big Al~~ Yes, but at what price? The New Zealander's knees took the full impact of the blow there, and from the sound of it, that was a heavy one. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ I don't need to hear it to tell you that Al. The look of it was bad enough! [/center] Frustrated once more, DTG slumps his shoulders, like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum at the supermarket after not getting the cereal that he wanted. Naturally, his eyes look down in the process, looking down right at his most prized possession that sits at his feet. Thinking it must be a sign, DTG hoists the plastic lightsaber up, holding it into the air like Excalibur before shooting an angered glance back over at the Jackass, who by now is pulling himself up onto the ring apron, gingerly testing his battered knees. DTG strides over to Hayden, swinging the saber without care, but the wild swings are once again easily dodged by the Jackass. One such swing strikes the ring rope, sending the strike veering off course and opening up the mid section of the Champion, just enough for Hayden to strike. From outside the ring, Hayden kicks out, catching the Champion in the hand. With a small yelp, the lightsaber is thrown into the air. It seems to fly in slow motion, twisting and turning in its flight until Hayden grabs it out of the air, turning the lightsaber on its own owner. Hayden bops DTG about the head with the hilt of the plastic toy and Darth reels backwards in shock more than anything. With the bigger man out of the way, Hayden slinks into the ring once more, catching a second strike about the neck. As soon as the plastic of the saber's blade touches Darth That Guy's skin, the Sith falls to the mat in a fit of delusional screams, as if he was just struck by a real sword. Hayden looks on amused, but a little stunned. Hayden busies himself scurrying about the ring to retrieve the microphone while DTG writhes about. By the time DTG realizes that he is uninjured, Hayden is staring at him once more. A smile has spread across his face as he holds the mike in one hand, the lightsaber in the other. He speaks, once again growling into the mike at DTG. ~~Hayden HardKore~~ Say it Darth... Say it! Two words, or I dispose of your little toy here. [/center] Hayden tosses the microphone at Darth, watching it glance off the leg of the kneeling Sith. Hayden holds the saber horizontally with two hands, one on the hilt, the other across the blade as he waits his reply. A worried look comes over Darth's face as he scrambles for the mike. ~~Darth That Guy~~ I will never bow down to you, inferior. You wouldn't dare do anything to the lightsaber would you? [/center] Hayden smiles as he looks down at his opponent again. He shrugs his shoulder, knowing that he has received the answer he desired. Without another word, Hayden takes the toy lightsaber and slams it into his knee, breaking the plastic weapon in half. An almost primal cry emanates from DTG's mouth as he sees his precious lightsaber broken, halves tossed unceremoniously to either side of Hayden's body. A rage comes over the Sith like never before. An uncontrollable red film guiding his body as his eyes begin to well with tears. Darth That Guy leaps forward and catches Hayden off guard, wrapping both hands around the Kiwi's neck and beginning an attempt to choke the life out of the disrespectful GHW legend. ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Hayden broke Darth That Guy's lightsaber! Good god, heaven only knows what kind of demon he may have just unleashed on himself! ~~Big Al~~ Jesus, it was just a plastic toy. How delusional can DTG be? ~~Fuzz Jennings~~ Um, we are talking about a member of the Psychotic Circus... DTG looks like an animal, I don't even think he cares about the match any more Al. He wants Hayden's head on a platter! [/center] TBC DTG
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Post by TPK on Jul 16, 2010 20:10:32 GMT -5
The Pissed Off Sith Master keeps his death grip tightly held around Hayden's throat, Hayden gasps for air and claws at Darth's wrist in an attempt to free himself from Darth's grasp. A faint gurgle escapes Hayden's lips when all of a sudden the fans start buzzing loudly. Out of nowhere a woman in her mid to late twenties with light blond hair slides into the ring with a small canister, she yells something and points the canister at Darth before pressing her finger down on the top of it spraying a fine mist into The Sith Master's face. Darth groans and gets off of Hayden, he staggers around the ring blindly, moaning in agony as security rushes the ring and tackle the crazy fan to the ground, they get the woman secured and carry her up the ramp kicking in screaming her love for Hayden Hardkore.
Big Al: Wow...talk about your crazies. That woman just bum-rushed the ring and sprayed Darth That Guy in the face. What the hell was that?
Fuzz: Pepper Spray would be my guess.
Big Al: I didn't mean what was in the bottle I...nevermind.
Darth, still blinded by the Pepper Spray, stomps blindly around the ring and begins swinging at random connecting with nothing but air. Meanwhile, Hayden remains on the ground, his chest moving up and down in rapids succession as he gets some much needed air flowing back into his body. The ref checks on Hayden, seeing he's fine he then starts to go check on Darth without thinking and gets taken out with a wild punch. Darth's face lights up upon impact, not sure what he hit but not quite caring either. Hayden now mostly recovered gets to his feet, having just seen what he did to the ref Hayden steers well clear of Darth, That guy opens his eyes widely but this only serves to cause them to sting more than they were before. Hayden smiles a whicked smiles as he slowly creeps towards the backside of Darth, once he gets to his mark he taps Darth on his left shoulder and then quickly jumps to the right. Darth swings to the left with full focre, expecting to fully connect with something. Upon missing Darth stutter steps in the direction of the shot prompting Hayden to quickly leave his feet and plant the soles of both shoes into That Guy's back. Darth shoots forward and bounces chest first into the ropes, his forward momentum is just enough to carry him that much further causing him to flip over the ropes and land on his back right next to the apron.
Fuzz: Hayden may not have asked for the help, but he's taking full advantage of it. He just better hope he can get Darth to say "I Quit" before he gets full sight back. Because Darth is one pissed of King of the Deathmatch Champ right about now.
Big Al: That aint no joke, Hayden made a giant mistake. He broke Darth That Guy's lightsaber and toy or not he's really not taking it very well.
Fuzz: Which I still protest is bat shit crazy, who flips out that badly over a toy? I hate to think what Darth would have done had that crazed fan not jumped in the ring.
Hayden now shakes the ref lightly until the zebra comes to, once he sees the official will be ok Hayden turns his attention back to Darth who is in the process of sitting up on the outside of the ring. Hayden lightly rubs his throat and waits, Darth gets to his feet and calls for some water, a ring tech walks slowly over and reluctantly hands over a small plastic bottle, Darth snatches it out of the man's hands at which point the tech high tails it out of there. Darth makes a cup with his right hand and empties a small amount of water into it, he then splashes a little of the life giving liquid into his face taking the sting away and slowly returning his eyesight to normal. Back in the ring Hayden mocking taps his wrist, he then mocks yawning. Hayden starts chanting "Quit Stalling", it doesn't take long before the whole arena joins him in his chant which only serves to fuel Darth's anger. Darth splashes himself once more for good measure and turns back to the ring, he climbs up on the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. The Hardkore Legend quickly reacts, Hayden rushes Darth and smashes him in the back of the head with a forearm as he bends down to step through the ropes. Hayden's quick thinking stuns Darth long enough for Hayden to lock in a front chancery, Darth tries to react but Hayden's movements are just too quick, Hayden falls to his back causing Darth to fall head first into the canvas.
Fuzz: Hayden knows he has to stay on Darth, and that's exactly what we're seeing here. He's not letting up on him, and for damn good reason.
Big Al: That's all well and good, but if you thought he had trouble getting Darth to quit before...you haven't seen anything yet. That Guy wants to destroy Hayden, I doubt the match is even on his mind right now. I imagine if he does make Hayden say "I Quit" it'll be by sheer coincidence.
Hayden gets hastily to his feet, he then starts to fire hard right feet into Darth. Hayden ends up throwing one too many however as Darth rolls out of the way of the last one and throws a hard bicep into Hayden's other leg cutting both legs out from under him in the process. The Seething Sith Champion now rolls to a kneel next to Hayden, Hardkore starts to raise to a sit but is caught in the chin with a closed right fist of Darth shooting him back down to the floor. That Guy pushes off of the mat and paces next to Hayden for a moment, his eyes transfixed on his challenger, Hayden doesn't give him what he wants however, his face remains fixed in an almost permanent smile. Darth now drops down over Hayden's chest, he straddles Hayden and now begins to hold his throat with his left hand and throw a rapid succession of tightly balled right fists. Each of Darth's shots aimed at the already bleeding forehead of Hayden, Hayden tries to cover up but has no choice but to take each shot due to his arms being pinned down to his side by the legs of That Guy, Hayden keeps his smile however pissing Darth even more. Darth finishes with one last hammer like blow to Hayden's skull widening the cut on Hayden's skull even further. Darth gets off of Hayden and goes straight for the mic.
Hayden: I promise you Hayden, this is nothing compared to the pain I WANT to inflict on you. Save yourself the pain and just GIVE UP!
Hayden slowly lifts his head to the mic as DTG lowers it slowly into his face. The fans now chanting "Don't Do It!" Darth That Guy snarls at Hayden as he glares into his eyes awaiting his decision.
Big Al: Well folks, was a good match. But this pretty much does it. On to the next one.
Fuzz: Bullshit Al, Hayden hasn't said anything yet. He may still have fight yet. In fact, i'd bet on it.
TBC
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