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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 29, 2010 20:56:04 GMT -5
The lights above the ring begin to flash as dramatic music plays over the P/A system. The steel cage is hit by the house lights and the crowd gives a big pop. The steel cage lowers from the ceiling, and the referee opens the door. The dramatic music and lights stop, and the crowd silences. "This is going to be a great match, Al. I can just sense it." [/b] "No doubt--Dustin certainly wasted no time making an impact, but Reeves has defended twice and can do it again.""Open Your Eyes" by Sum 41 hits the P/A and the audience begins to boo as Dustin Delta makes his way onto the stage. The breakout star has his normal ring attire on--obviously not focused on looking flashy just for a Pay-Per-View. Dustin smirks at the crowd and rolls himself forward onto the ramp, and begins to walk down. Dustin stops half-way down the ramp, and steps back as he throws his arms forward, his fingers made into guns, pointing towards the cage. Fireworks go off above the ramp, one on the left, nearest the stage, then on the right, continuously going, moving towards ringside. Once they reach the ring, they spin horizontally above the ring, making one full rotation, and then a final pyro going in all directions. Dustin shakes his head and continues to ringside."The following contest is a Steel Cage match...and it is for the GHW Television Championship! Introducing the challenger--from Everglades, Florida, weighing in at 184 lbs...Dustin....Delta!"Dustin walks up the steel steps. He stops and leans forward on the ropes, looking around at the chain-link steel cage. He nods his head in approval as he admires it. He steps in between the ropes and looks around a bit more. He looks out into the booing crowd, and decides to show them up. He runs towards the eastern side of the cage, runs straight up the ropes, and places both feet on the cage itself. He flips backwards making two rotations, and lands on one hand, as if he were break dancing. He spins himself around and changes his balance to his feet, landing them on the mat. Dustin smirks out at the audience as the Television Champion's music begins to play. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Aug 29, 2010 21:33:50 GMT -5
It’s another gracious night in the Glory and Honor arena with a sold out show. The arena is not only full with people but also with anticipation for the upcoming matches to happen during the evening. As the camera scans the audience from left to right they catch sight of people’s signs that are being waved in an exciting frenzy for people at home to see. Their cheery mood turns violent and nasty as “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco blares over the P.A. system.
If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh
The velvet red curtains shuffle for a moment before Reeves emerges from behind them with a smile on his face. He stands proudly at the top of the stage sporting his regular ring gear with the Television Championship wrapped perfectly around his waist. The dancing lights reflect in his sunglasses while he adjusts the bandanna on his head.
“And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds, from New York City, New York! He is the Television Champion…‘The Sketch Kid’ Reeves!”
“Here comes the champion, Colin! Try to keep your pants on.”
“Oh please, Al. You’re the one who’s acting all excited.”
Yea, uh A fresh cool young Lu Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2 Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue The world brought me to my knees What have you brung you? Did you improve on the design? Did you do something new? Well your name ain't on the guest list Who brung you? You The more famous person, you come through And the sexy lady next to you You come too And then it hit me Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me I'm too uncouth Unschooled to the rules And too gum shoe Too much of a newcomer And too uncool Like Shadow and Lavelle I battle with it well Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue Go back what ever you did you undo Heavy is heaven The devil on me two tons too
After performing a wrist check, Reeves begins to walk down the ramp with a cocky stride. He completely blows off the fans that are shouting rude comments and jeering him on his venture to the ring. His peaceful method of avoidance would have worked had it not been for that one fan waving the sign that says “Reeves’ greatest rival is Welfare!”. Enraged by the ignorant fan, he snatches the sign and rips it in two before tossing it behind him on the ramp.
“Some people are so racist these days, it’s disgusting.”
“I’ll admit, that was unnecessary for the fan to produce such a sign.”
And you better wear your shades The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage Down through the basement Past the Indian graves Where the dinosaurs laid And out through China Nearly misses air liners Magnified times five This is pointed at the rhymer Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze Now that's important to say Cuz even with all of that Most of us don't want it to fade We want it to braid Meaning we want it to grow Meaning we want it to stay Like the governor called And they told him to wait Un-strap him from the chair And put him back in his cage The audience ain't fazed And they ain't gon' clap and they ain't gon' praise They want everything back that they paid Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim
The Sketch Kid dusts his hands off and leaves the fan behind to dwell at the loss of his beloved sign. The smile returns to his face as his journey to the bottom of the ramp is complete and he quickly moves up the steel steps where he stops to star gaze once more at the packed arena. Once again ignoring the audience’s hatred, Reeves walks along the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes into the ring.
If you are what you say you are a superstar then have no fear the crowd is here and the lights are on and they want a show oh oh oh oh yeah
He removes his bandanna from around his head and bunches it up into a ball with his hands before tossing it over the top rope into the crowd. Within seconds the bandanna is thrown right back at him, hitting him in the chest and falling before his feet on the canvas floor. The crowd breaks out in laughter as an embarrassed Reeves picks the bandanna up and throws it back out into the crowd before giving them a good scolding.
“Come on, people! You just received a gift from the Sketch Kid and you throw it back at him like it’s a dirty rag?! You people don’t deserve it anyway!”
So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away Cuz I been standing in this line For like five whole days Me and security ain't getting along And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone So just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are grown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker Everybody gets a nice autograph picture One for you and one for your sister Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener Every song's a favorite song And mics don't feed back All the reviewers say you need to go and see that And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased Then they all take the stage and start performing for me Like ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha
When he realizes that his words are making no effect on the fans he just waves them off and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle. El Negro raises his right hand and points to the sky which leaves the masses in confusion to whether he’s calling himself number one or pointing to a loved one that has passed away. He leaps off of the turnbuckle and turns in mid-air so when he lands his back is to the turnbuckle that he was just mounted on.
“I wonder if Reeves’ middle name is Ego?”
“I know your mom’s middle name, it’s Widespread.”
“No, it’s Nancy.”
“Oh, that’s right. I thought that we were talking about nicknames, my bad.”
]If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's is here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh yeah If you are what you say you are Then have no fear…
Reeves removes the Television Championship from around his waist and kisses it before handing it over to the referee. He then jogs in place from where he’s standing in preparation for his match. The look of determination is in his eyes like always as he is not taking his opponent lightly tonight. It is on rare occasions that Reeves takes his opponent’s lightly since he’s not the biggest or strongest guy in the locker room, also because he had lost to a rookie before and is not going to make the same mistake twice.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
(Good Luck)
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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 30, 2010 0:12:53 GMT -5
The bell rings, and the crowd expects nothing less than an all-out brawl from these two superstars. The fans have split-feelings about this match--Dustin has an unsanctioned mindset that can't be matched, but Reeves has been Television Champion for quite some time and has defended successfully twice, so no one knows what to expect. The bell rings, and both superstars begin to pace around the ring. Reeves advances first, sliding around Dustin and locking in an armbar, pushing on the elbow of the rookie. Delta brings his hand over to his elbow, so fast it could be viewed as a reflex. Reeves keep the hold steady, not releasing his grip even in the slightest. Dustin moves down to kneel on his right knee and rolls forward, bringing his left leg up and around--this doesn't only break the armbar, but also delivers a kick to the shoulder of the defending Champ. Dustin runs the southern ropes, and runs back towards Reeves--at this point, you'd think he'd go for some kind of offensive maneuver, but instead somersaults around his opponent, and runs the ropes behind Reeves. Reeves turns around, and Dustin comes running, looking for a flying forearm. The Television Champion, with his lightning-quick reflexes, locks an arm around the head of the challenging Floridian and hits a DDT, driving Delta's head into the floor. Dustin rolls over to the ropes and glares back at Reeves. He quickly stands up as the crowd applauds at the good action thus far.
"Pretty good back and forth action so far from these superstars--but this is just the tip of the iceburg."
"Of course it is! This is a steel cage match! Who knows what these superstars are capable of?!" [/color] Dustin runs forward with a spinning wheel kick, and before he falls to the mat, wraps his legs around the arm of Reeves, and locks his arms around his head, locking in a cross-face on a vertical base. Reeves, helpless and not knowing what to do, stumbles around the ring with the Everglades native on him. Reeves looks around for a way out, but realizes that this is an escape-only steel cage match, and thus cannot tap out. The Champ then utilizes his resources and runs back, slamming Dustin into the cage wall. Dustin fell to the mat hard, landing right on his chest. Reeves, regardless, pulls the challenger to his feet and hooks both arms. He throws Delta overhead, hitting a double arm suplex. He brings them both back to their feet and follows it up with another one, wasting no time in trying to put this newcomer away. Dustin leans in the corner, temporarily out of breath. Reeves measures his opponent up, waiting for the perfect time to strike. The opportunity becomes cheer to the champ, and he runs forward, looking for a leg lariat. The swift and minuscule Dustin rolls over to the side, and Reeves' side and leg get knocked into the steel cage. Delta takes this chance to scale the chain-link wall. He goes to the northern ropes, where he is a good distance away from the Television Champion, who is catching his breath in the south-east corner of the ring. Dustin gets up to the third rope, and then flips forward, mounting his legs from the knees down on the top of the cage. At this point, he wants to do a sit up like motion, and pull himself up to the rim of the cage, but instead, is stuck hanging from the top of the cage. "Dustin isn't in a good place right now! He better do something quick or Reeves will do something for him." "It's almost as if Delta has put himself in a...super tree of woe!"Reeves pushes himself out of the corner and advances. He steps up, mounting his right foot on the second rope, and his left foot on the third. He pounds a fist into the chest of Dustin, and then wraps his right arm around the neck of the rookie challenger. Reeves prepares for an inverted DDT, but Dustin brings his lower legs off the top of the cage. This only makes it worse for the challenger, as Reeves turns it into a suplex, dropping Dustin onto the mat. This of course still had recoil on the T.V. Champion, who writhes a bit himself. Reeves pulls himself up using the eastern ropes, and waits for Dustin to get up to his hands and knees. The moment he does, Reeves delivers a hard kick to the midsection, causing Dustin to roll over. Dustin seems like he's out of it, so Reeves wastes no time attempting to scale the cage and escape with his championship. He slowly begins the climb, frequently keeping one arm around his midsection, which is obviously still in pain. Meanwhile, Dustin is beginning to pull himself up to his feet--and easier task than Reeves scaling the walls, as Reeve only has one hand available to him at a time. Dustin is on his feet when Reeves is half-way up. The up-and-comer goes to the door of the cage and yells at the officials to open it. A referee scrambles over to undo the hatch. Reeves becomes aware of this, and quickly jumps down to the mat. The New Yorker turns Dustin around, put instead of launching a barrage of attacks, Dustin delivers a kick to the midsection, and then tosses Reeves head-first into the wall of the cage. Dustin attempts to continue his way out of the cage, but Reeves shakes off the hit to head, and pulls Dustin back in, dropping him to the floor and locking in the Fourth Gate as the crowd pops. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Aug 30, 2010 15:15:17 GMT -5
Reeves’ signature submission is locked in tight on the rookie and the crowd is giving him and earful not wanting him to retain tonight. He watches his opponent flail his arms wildly in and attempt to turn over so he can reverse the pressure but Reeves just grabs onto the bottom rope nearby preventing Dustin from doing so. The sound of the Deathmatch Hairsty screaming in pain and agony leaves some people covering their ears while others cheering him on to break the hold.
“It’s smart for Reeves to target the legs of Dustin Delta. When a man’s legs are immobilized the venture up the cage wall will be quite difficult. The only easy option they have is the cage door.”
“You should know by now that Reeves is an in-ring genius; he possesses the experience of a decorated veteran.”
As tears begin to swell up in his opponent’s eyes Reeves sees that as a sign and breaks the hold leaving his opponent gripping his legs in pain. Thinking that he has all the time in the world the Television Champion grabs Dustin’s right leg, which was the one crossed over in the submission, and rips it from his grasp. He begins to mercilessly stomp away at the injured leg with such vicious intent that Dustin Delta begins to beg for him to relent. “You suck!” chants arise from the audience which gets under the champion’s skin causing him to stop his attack and turn his attention to his critics.
“He’s got such an ego, turning his back on his opponent because the crowd are simply expressing themselves.”
“Hey, Colin, shut up. What do you know about being a Fighty fighty person? You have never even been in a match and all I hear is your critique like you’re the god of sports entertainment.”
While the Sketch Kid is arguing with the crowd Dustin Delta limps to his feet using the ring ropes for assistance. There is no way in hell that he’s going to let this match be some kind of walk in the park for the champion. He angrily limps toward Reeves and stops only inches behind him, the crowd sees the irate expression on his face and cheers anticipating what will happen when Reeves turns around. Despite the crowd’s new found happiness, Reeves continues to shout at them telling them that they have nothing to be happy about because their lives suck and they will never be anything like him.
“Watch out behind you, Reeves! He’s right behind you!”
It is not until Reeves feels the warm breath against the back of his neck that he realizes his opponent is right behind him. El Negro quickly turns around and is caught with a hard right hook to the jaw that echoes throughout the ring and leaves the people in the audience with a lasting grin. Not wanting to give his opponent a chance to return fire, Dustin grabs Reeves by the head and runs him face-first into cage wall nearest to the announcer’s table which causes the wall to shake. “Do it again!” chants break out from the audience and even Colin Jennings chants along with them momentarily.
“Do it again! Do it again!”
“Colin, knock it off! You don’t see me chanting with the crowd, do you? Geez.”
The Deathmatch Hairsty complies with their request and pulls back Reeves head before forcefully slamming it into the steel cage wall once again. This time he lets go of Reeves head leaving the Television Champion to stumble around for a few seconds before falling backward onto the canvas like he just got punched out by Mike Tyson. Dustin stands over the champion not sure whether he was acting or really knocked out; he waves his hand in front of the Young Legend but seems to get no reaction. Deciding not to waste anymore time he shrugs and grasps the cage wall before making his way up toward the top with the crowd cheering him on.
“Look, Al, he’s going to make it!”
“You shouldn’t count Reeves out so early.”
Just as one of the challenger’s hands grasp the top of the cage wall he feels a tugging on his left ankle and is suddenly ripped away from the cage wall by Reeves who is just below him on the cage wall. The near twenty foot fall of Dustin’s ends with him landing crotch-first on the top rope and the expression labeled on his face telling the pain that he is experiencing. After watching his opponent’s neutering fall, Reeves laughs and drops down from the cage wall. He has no intention of wasting his time climbing up the cage wall when there is a door just across the ring from him. The Sketch Kid dusts off his hands and turns his back to his opponent before making way toward the cage door barking orders to the referee to open it.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 30, 2010 17:33:41 GMT -5
At this point, the world thought that the Floridian rookie was truly screwed. It was a near twenty-foot drop, right to the crotch--any guy would know, after a fall like that, there's no getting up. The referee marched over to the door and began to undo the hatch. The crowd began to chant "DUS-TIN DELTA!", hoping the challenger would make it to his feet. Reeves looked content, ready to exit through the door. He stepped through the ropes, and made his way down the steel steps. He looked around at the chanting audience as he reached the last step before the floor. Reeves stood there for almost a full minute, just glaring into the good-for-nothing fans. Reeves yelled at the crowd, things such as HE'S NOT GETTING UP or HE'S THROUGH! I'M CHAMPION! But regardless, the chant got stronger and stronger. Reeves, furious walked back up the steel steps and into the ring. The official at ringside closed the steel door, locking it again. Thus, the brawl continued. [/i] "What is Reeves doin' here? He could have just walked out and won, simple as that!""I think all he wants to do is just shut up the crowd, and unfortunately, Dustin has become the punching bag that Reeves needs to do that."[/b][/color] Dustin was leaning back against the western ropes, both arms wrapped around the third and uppermost rope. Reeves placed his left hand on the back of the head of Dustin. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and lightning quick, brought it straight into the face of the minuscule Delta. The New York Native took a few steps back, away from Delta. He measured the Deathmatch Majesty up for a superkick, hoping to but him away. As he brought his foot up, Dustin brought his head down, moving out of the way. In the confusion, the Everglades native unhooked his arms moved to his right so he could stand up at his full height, and not be stuck under Reeves' leg. The so-called "Breakout Star" ran the east ropes as Reeves brought himself back to a vertical base. Dustin ran back at the Young Legend, and hits a spinning wheel kick, knocking down the champ. Reeves brings himself back to his feet in almost no time, wanting to get his redemption on Dustin, who tries to connect with another spinning wheel kick. Reeves grabs his foot as it goes into the air. He throws it down so he and Delta are face to face, and immediately hits a Dream-Plex, sending the crowd into peril, and triggering a flurry of loud boo's. "That's the second time Reeves has left Dustin down on the ground. This time, the Unsanctioned Neophyte may be out of it."
"Unsancionted Neophyte? Why the big words? There could be kids watching, who aren't gonna understand a damn word you're saying." [/color] Reeves brings the rookie back to his feet, and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Reeves quickly moves to the side of Dustin, hooking his legs with his right arm, and wrapping his left arm around the neck of Dustin. The crowd boos as the reigning T.V. Champ goes for Sketched Out. He lifts Dustin into the air, turning him upside down. This may be it for the Deathmatch Majesty---but no! Dustin swiftly moves his legs around the neck of Reeves! The crowd cheers as "Sketched Out" transitions into a Hurracanrana in Dustin's favor. The sound of Reeve landing back-first on the mat is easily audible throughout the sold-out arena, drawing an "OHHHHH!" from the crowd. Dustin moves back over to the south set of ropes, using them to lean upon as he recuperates from the Dream-Plex that nearly took him out moments ago. Dustin yells "OPEN THE DOOR!" and the crowd pops as he does. The referee makes his way over, and unhatches the door. Dustin walks over to the door, and Reeves slowly begins to sit up, taken out for a moment. The Breakout Star steps between the ropes and down the steps. The crowd begins to chant--"T.V. CHAMP!" "T.V. CHAMP!" "T.V. CHAMP!" Dustin nods his head in approval, but doesn't but his feet onto the ground. Dustin instead places his left knee at ringside, keeping the foot itself on the steel steps. His other foot does indeed touch the floor though, as he throws the ring apron up. "This match is still underway folks! Both feet need to touch the floor to count as an escape."
"Dustin knows that, but he must have something special in-store if he won't just escape now with the Television Championship strap." [/color] Dustin reaches an arm under the ring, searching for something specific. He ravages through the objects, and eventually finds whatever he had been looking for. Dustin brings his arm out from under the ring, a sledgehammer in hand. The crowd cheers with joy as Dustin brings himself back onto the steel steps, simply unbending his left leg, and bringing his right leg off the floor. The challenger walks back into the ring, closing the cage door himself. Dustin goes to the center of the ring, and it looks like he's ready to bash Reeves' head in with the hammer. He looks around into the fans, who are going absolutely wild. He looks back at the sledgehammer that's in his hands, and then shakes his head. He walks back to the south side of the ring and bashes the hammer into the chain-link wall of the cage, JUST above the third rope. A feeling of confusion falls upon the audience, wondering just what the hell was going through Dustin's head. The rookie pulled the sledgehammer horizontally, ripping through the wall of the cage. He then steps up to the second rope, ripping through the gate vertically. He continues back horizontally, and then vertically downward again, making a square in the cage--big enough for a small person to fit through. As this was happening--unbeknown to Dustin, the Television Champion was bringing himself back to a vertical base. He's a bit dazed, but shakes it off and calls his attention to Delta, measuring him up, waiting for him to turn around. "Look out Dustin!""Look, the cheerleader is rootin' for the losing team."[/b][/color] Delta looks through the hole and nods in approval. The crowd is booing heavily, but Dustin is not aware why. He turns around, right into dropkick by Reeves. The Young Legend pulls him away from the ropes and hits a Russian Leg Sweep, knocking Dustin right down on his back. While he's down, Reeves picks up both legs of the Floridian, and begins to turn him over onto his stomach, locking in a painful Boston Crab, which only draws more boos in from the crowd. Reeves is perfectly aware that he can't win by tap out, but incapacitating the opponent--ESPECIALLY at the legs--is important to do in this kind of match. Dustin realizes then how close the sledgehammer is--not to him, but to Reeves. If the Television Champion could get his hands on the weapon, the results of the match may indeed be "Sketched Out." Dustin struggles for a moment, unable to escape the feared submission hold. Reeves is laughing at his opponent, who is now screaming in pain. Reeves releases the hold, and Dustin lies on the mat, the air knocked out of him. The Television Champion begins to deliver stomps to the mid-section, mercilessly letting out his rage on the challenger. He pulls Dustin to his feet, and doesn't even give him time to breath before hitting a double knee facebreaker. Dustin is knocked back to the southern ropes, right where the hole is ripped into the wall of the cage. Dustin almost falls through the hole, but only his neck and upper back are on the chain link, the lower parts of his body are on the ropes. It almost appears like he's hanging upside down. Reeves advances, evil intentions in mind. He steps up to the third rope and jumps onto the chest of Dustin--this pushes Dustin's lower neck into the ripped chain-link, causing Dustin's skin to be ripped through. "Blood is drawn for the first time in this extremely physical match-up!" "Look at the way Reeves is just driving that steel deeper and deeper into the flesh of Dustin Delta! That has to be one of the most painful things you could ever feel!""THAT'S Painful?! Have you been watching H-Games at all? People have been put through tables! People have had bones broken, have had their skulls fractured, and you call chain-link and some cuts painful?"[/b][/color] Reeves eases on the pushing, and steps off of Dustin. The camera zooms in on the deep cut in the back of the Floridian's neck. The pushing on his torso causes him to slide a bit more out of the cage. Reeves moves to the south-east turnbuckle, and ascends to the top rope. He looks into the audience, and this causes even more heat from the crowd. The defending champion glares down at the challenger and jumps off, turning to his side and extended his arm. He bends at the joint of his arm, and drops an elbow to the stomach area. This brings Dustin back into the ring, and down to a position where he's almost sitting down. The ripped-up chain-link steel rips up the skin all the way up the back and even up to the top of the neck of Dustin Delta. The crowd goes "OHHH!" as the camera zooms in on the long gash up the back of the so-called "Breakout Star."[/color][/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Aug 31, 2010 12:29:22 GMT -5
The crowd is shocked at the deepness of Delta’s scarring as well as the amount of blood that’s spilling out of his body. If he does not stop the bleeding soon he will surely pass out from the loss of blood. Reeves knows this and sports an evil grin with the satisfaction that his opponent has a time limit on this match before he can no longer continue the match. He just stands there chuckling as he watches Dustin sprawled out on the canvas struggling to get to his feet so he can continue the match through the pain.
“There are just some things that you don’t do in to your opponent and that is one of them. Reeves is…a monster!”
“No, he’s not. A monster would not give his prey a warning ahead of time but Reeves did. He warned Dustin that if he stepped into the cage with him nothing good would come of it and now you see what he is talking about. You may think that Reeves is all talk but he only speaks the truth.”
El Negro gets tired of watching Double D struggle and places his left boot on the back of his neck pushing him face first into the canvas and keeping him there for the moment. He raises his hands into the taunting the crowd who react quickly and swiftly with verbal abuse, one fan even resorts to hurling his cup of soda at the cage wall. That fan gets dragged out of the arena by security while Reeves just laughs and waves goodbye; it is not until Dustin grabs his ankle that he remembers he is still in a match. The New York Native yanks his foot away and steps backward watching a newfound will power rise through Dustin Delta, enabling him to get back to his feet with the scar of disrespect cutting through his ego.
“It does not look like the Deathmatch Hairsty will take any disrespect lying down!”
“Well, at least now we know that the kid has got some backbone left in him.”
The air is full of tension as the two superstars glare at one another. With the crowd’s constant cheering behind them the emotion of the moment takes control of the two and sends them charging toward each other like rabid beasts. Just as it looks like Reeves is going to tackle him, Dustin sidesteps sending his opponent face first into the cell wall. As the Television Champion stumbles back in a groggy state, the challenger takes advantage of the moment and slips behind him with the intention to end the match quickly because of the increasing pain of his injury.
“Watch out Reeves, he’s behind you!”
It’s too late for any warnings as Dustin leaps high into the air and twists sideways swinging his right foot with such force that it makes a loud cracking noise when colliding against the side of Reeves’ head. Both men fall to the canvas only seconds after the blow but for separate reasons. The Breakout Star crawls toward the nearest turnbuckle unable to fully stand because of the pain he’s gone through in the match with the injured leg and torn up back it looks like he’s been through a hellhole while Reeves has not spilled blood yet but is bruised enough to wish he had. Dustin uses the ring ropes near the turnbuckle to drag himself to his feet before slowly making his way up the turnbuckle. He is stopped when pain suddenly strikes his lower back momentarily preventing him from his venture to the top of the turnbuckle. Reeves had pulled through the pain to prevent Dustin from doing whatever he was planning to do knowing that the turnbuckle is always a nasty place when your opponent is on it.
“I wonder what Dustin Delta was going to do. Was he going to leave the ring or perform some kind of aerial attack on Reeves?”
“You’ll never find out, Colin, because Reeves stopped; him like any good Fighty fighty person would do.”
Reeves wraps his arms around Dustin’s waist and locks his hands prepared to suplex his opponent off of the turnbuckle. His underestimation costs him when he is caught by surprise from Delta’s back elbow that knocks him backward off of the turnbuckle and sends him crashing back-first onto the canvas. Not wasting anymore time, Dustin uses the cage wall to balance himself as he turns around on the turnbuckle so he can face his prone opponent. He takes a quick breather and raises his arms into the air getting the crowd behind him anticipating what kind of move he is about to deliver to the unsuspecting Sketch Kid. Dustin leaps high off of the turnbuckle into the air and does a back flip while at the same time moving forward before splashing right on top of him.
“That was a beautiful shooting star press, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Must you say that every time someone does a high-flying maneuver?”
The Deathmatch Hairsty quickly sits back on his knees clutching his abdomen after delivering such a high risk maneuver. Fighting through the pain he gets to his feet and limps toward the cage door requesting for the referee to open it. Having trouble with the lock, the referee begins to sweat and become frustrated with the lock being under the pressure of the leering eyes of the challenger. He finally unlocks the cage door and swings it open giving Dustin his ticket to victory. The challenger sighs in relief and begins to climb through the ring ropes when a well-dressed man from the front row jumps the barricade and slams the door closed while at the same time hitting Dustin in the face sending him falling back into the ring. Security rushes to escort the fan out of the arena but the man removes his hat revealing that he is Mighty Man Millson.
“I should have seen this coming, there is no way that Reeves would leave his posse out of this match. I just knew it.”
“Colin, I believe that one day you will become a victim of those men and that day will be a blessed day in my opinion. Maybe you’ll be so busted up that I’d need a new broadcast partner, a better broadcast partner.”
As security begins to back off and return to their posts in the crowd, Millson beckons up the ramp where Eli Young and Big Robertson Ryder emerge from behind the velvet red curtains both wielding kendo sticks. They make their way down the ramp and surround the cage prepared to smack the fingers of Double D if he dares to climb the cage. Meanwhile Millson takes the cage door key and relocks the door before pushing the referee away and sitting on the steps tossing the key up and down in the air with a smile on his face.
“The general manager made this match a cage match so none of Reeves’ buddies interfered. I don’t think he thought it fully through since there is no way that they are going to let Dustin get out of the cage which is the only way to win this match. The challenger is completely screwed!”
“Haha, are we in Montreal, Colin?”
Back inside the ring Reeves stumbles to his feet struggling from the abdominal pain. He notices the presence of his stable mates and an evil grin stretches across his face. The match has turned in his favor and now he was going to make an example of his opponent and show why he and his buddies are not a force to be reckoned with here in Glory and Honor Wrestling.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 31, 2010 20:27:57 GMT -5
Dustin paces around in a circle, looking around at the members of Big Might Ltd., who are now surrounding the ring. He takes a moment to glare at each one, running his left hand through his hair. The Breakout Star turns to look at Reeves, who’s standing tall and proud, donning a devilish grin that says silently—“You Lose.” Dustin has found himself to be prey to a pack of hungry feral dogs. The challenger has a tired and pain-filled look of distress on his face. The frown that shows nothing but worry slowly turns into an evil grin of his own. Reeves watches in confusion as Dustin raises both hands into the air, two fingers pointed outwards, and draws them in, as if beckoning for someone to come to his aid. When no one comes immediately, the defending Television Champion begins to laugh at Delta, finding his taunt hilarious, a real knee-slapper. But the crowd begins to cheer as Thomas and James Walker, the King of the Deathmatch Champion, enter the arena, dressed in ring attire. Members of Big Mighty, LTD who are surrounding the ring run up the ramp, trying to stop Dustin’s allies. The Everglades native is distracted, watching The Walkers fight off Big Mighty Ltd.
“This is obviously a ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ moment. Dustin helped The Walkers put away Matt Violence on Triumph, and this is how The Walkers are paying him back.”
“Maybe this kid doesn’t have backbone. He needs the King of the Deathmatch to come down here and fight for him!”
“What do you call what Reeves was doing them? He did the exact same thing!”
Reeves takes advantage of the distraction, hooking a leg around Dustin’s and sweeping him down onto his broken open back with a Russian Leg Sweep. The Champion mounts himself over Dustin and begins to throw a flurry of haymakers and jabs to the head of his smaller challenger, wearing him down for sure. The Young Legend stands back up, glaring down at his gutsy foe. He walks over and stands over the head of Delta, and then begins to drive a foot into the face of the Floridian, leaving an imprint upon the cheek of the miniscule Dustin, generating another scar of the battlefield. Reeves walks around the ring, laughing his ass off at the beaten down Dustin. As this happens, Big Mighty Ltd. Returns, surrounding the ring. The camera zooms in on Roadkill, who have become what their names suggest. The New York Native nods his head in approval. He casually makes his way over to the corner nearest Dustin, and slowly ascends to the top rope. He mimics one of Dustin’s signature taunts, and jumps into the air. He bends his arm, and drops an elbow onto the chest of the challenger, leaving him laid out on the mat, blood still pouring from him. Reeves pretends to brush himself off as if his business here was done.
“Just disrespectful notions on Reeves behalf!”
“What, is he supposed to honor his opponent while he’s laid out on the mat bleeding? Is he supposed to shake his hand and say “good-bye”? It don’t work like that, Colin.”
The defending Television Champion begins to scale up the ropes, ready to leave the cage and keep his Television title proudly around his waist. As he reaches the top of the cage and stands triumphantly, the crowd chants “REEVES SUCKS! REEVE SUCKS! REEVES SUCKS!” Reeves glares at the crowd as they begin to strike a nerve. He yells back at them “YOU WANT MORE? HE CAN’T WIN!” Regardless, the chant gets louder and louder. Reeves shakes his head in disapproval. He turns his head and looks down at the helpless, miniscule Dustin Delta, who is just know getting back to a vertical base. Reeves jumps down to the third rope, and then down to the mat, measuring up the unsuspecting rookie. The Breakout Star turns around unsuspectingly, and walks right into a hard-hitting leg lariat. The crowd pops, and the camera pans over to the ramps, and The Walkers have recuperated and are coming to ringside, staying on the northern side of the ring while Big Mighty Ltd. Is on the south side, almost as if this were a lumberjack match. Reeves looks for a way out in which he could avoid Roadkill, and notices the hole in the wall of the cage. He takes several steps back and runs forward, leaping into the hole. Big Mighty Ltd tried to pull him out of the hole, but Reeves was stuck, too big to fit. Feelings of distress entered the mind of Reeves as he struggled to release himself from the chain-link. Big Might Ltd abandoned him, running to attack The Walkers before they could unleash on Reeves.
“Reeves is in a really bad spot here. Big Mighty Ltd is the only thing standing between him and The Walkers—and what if Dustin gets up? He could break Reeves’ legs if he wanted to.”
The crowd pops as Colin’s statement is verified and Dustin begins to pull on the ropes, bringing himself to his feet, willing himself to keep going. Blood has slowed its flow out of its back and the blood stream is back to normal. The Breakout Star has his eyes set on the Television Champion who has caused him so much pain in the duration of the match. Delta wastes no time, stepping up to the second rope, and turning Reeves so that his stomach is upwards. Scratches and cuts from the chain-link can be seen as he’s turned upwards. The T.V. Champ has shed blood for the first time in the match-up, which makes the crowd go wild. Dustin lifts both legs of the champ, and turns him over again, locking in a Boston Crab that Reeves has almost NO chance of escaping. Blood sheds more and more on the sides and back of the Young Legend as he screams in sheer pain. The HD 1080p cameras zoom in on the demonic smirk that Dustin Delta hosts on his face. The rookie shows some mercy and breaks the hold, only to move on and throw a knee into the lower abdomen of the New York Native, who actually coughs up some blood.
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Post by Sketch Kid on Sept 1, 2010 13:22:27 GMT -5
Dustin Delta constantly throws one knee shot after another at Reeves’ wounded abdomen grinning at the screams of pain erupting from the champion’s mouth. Outside of the cage Reeves’ back-up gets the advantage on Roadkill because they not only have an extra person but Eli Young and Robertson Ryder are still wielding their kendo sticks. The sound of the sticks ripping through the flesh of the two brothers echoes throughout the arena as Ryder and Young chase them backstage.
“Now it’s just Reeves and Dustin….and Millson.”
“Haha, the odds are still in Reeves’ favor even if he did lose the two bodyguards.”
After watching the bodyguards chase off the competition, Millson rushes back to the ring and begins to unlock the cage door prepared to go in himself and help out his partner. Dustin hears the jingling of the lock and grabs the nearby sludge hammer before turning toward the cage door prepared to lay Millson out if he even thinks of stepping foot into the ring. There is a long stalemate as Mighty Man Millson stops playing with the lock and stares through the cage door right at the Deathmatch Haristy. Fortunately for Reeves the constant knee blows delivered to him loosened him up enough for him to pull backward and free himself.
“I knew that Reeves would break free in no time. Now we’re about to witness the full-fledged wrath of the Sketch Kid!”
El Negro does not bother to check the wounds on his abdomen but instead charges toward his opponent embarrassed and down right pissed off. When Reeves is only inches away from grabbing hold of his opponent, Dustin spins around and slams the sledge hammer into his gut dropping the Television Champion to the canvas. Something has changed in Delta’s eyes as he is now acting more ruthless than earlier before, the match has changed his attitude for what seems to only be momentarily. Dustin sinfully smiles and stands over Reeves, who is desperately clutching his abdomen in pain. He raises the sledge hammer high over his head like an executioner about to behead a criminal but suddenly Reeves’ right leg swings up and nails him hard in the gonads.
“That’ll show you to underestimate Reeves! He’s the champion for a reason, you know!”
“That was a nasty kick, Al. You don’t need to be a champion to do that, you just have to be one dirty son of a gun.”
Dustin Delta drops the sledge hammer and rolls over onto the canvas in a curled up position. The crowd sighs in disappointment because they wanted to see Double D smash Reeves’ head in. The Sketch Kid slowly rises to his feet and seems to be trembling but the moment he lifts his head he breaks out in laughter with a wide grin stretched across his face. Reeves pulls down his right knee pad and runs toward his opponent before leaping high into the air and driving his knee against Dustin’s temple.
“A Harley Race style knee drop by Reeves.”
He is not done yet, though. Reeves is back onto his feet and runs to the nearby ropes before rebounding off of them and coming back driving his knee into Dustin’s temple a second time with another knee drop. The New York Native rebounds off of the ropes once more and leaps into the air for a third knee drop but this time the Deathmatch Hairsty finds his head cleared up a bit and is able to roll out of the way just in time leaving Reeves gripping his knee in pain.
“Well, it’s just as they say, the third the time’s the charm.”
“One knee drop too many, Reeves. Come one, get a grip.”
Dustin Delta is back on his feet and watches the Television Champion helplessly gripping onto his right knee. He stumbles around the ring for a moment still in a dazed state of mind from the two straight knee drops then delivers a swift kick to Reeves’ skull as an attempt to immobilize him long enough. Dustin then uses the ring ropes to elevate himself up the cage wall and from there he begins to climb toward the top. The Deathmatch Hairsty should have picked off on Reeves a little more instead of rushing toward the exit and now he is paying for his mistake as El Negro climbs up the cage behind him.
“They’re both climbing the cage, things are about to become high-risk!”
It does not take long for Reeves to catch up to Dustin and the two begin to trade punches while hanging on the wall. Because they only have the option to use one hand the blows are less effective but enough to make a difference as the two go back and fourth. Reeves, who is on the right side of Dustin, brings up his left leg and kicks Dustin in his near leg’s knee cap which completely takes him out of commission for the moment. This is the perfect moment for Reeves as he grabs Delta by the back of the head with one hand before leaping off of the cage and dragging Double D down with him, driving him face-first into the canvas.
“A one-handed bulldog from the cage wall! That had to be at least a fifteen foot fall!”
“Reeves is taking this match back by storm. There is nothing that will get in the way of him and the Television Championship.”
Both men are laid out from the fall but Dustin is the only one showing movement as he is rolling around holding his nose in pain. The camera zooms in and shows that his nose is running with blood and there is a good chance that it might be broken. There are flashes throughout the crowd that show up on the camera lenses as they are taking picture of what is going on in the ring. The match has turned out better than most people thought and it is not even close to being over.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
(Reeves and Eli Young are not known as Big Might Ltd., that’s only Millson and Ryder.)
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Post by Dustin Delta on Sept 1, 2010 20:28:09 GMT -5
[Sorry, bro. I didn't realize that I was wrong. Also, it's Deathmatch Majesty, not Deathmatch Hairsty. My friend Jack didn't use the best font for the subtext...sorry.]
Both superstars are downed and bloody in the aftermath of the high-risk bulldog. Dustin is struggling with his possibly broken nose. He sets his bloody head on the second rope, trying to let everything settle down so he could recuperate and retaliate, bringing the match back to his control. The camera zooms in on Reeves, who pushes his head off the mat, and has a shocked, painful look on his face. He falls right back down, and tries to reach to nearest set of ropes. Dustin rolls over into the south east corner. Might Man Milson is watching from ringside, glaring at the Floridian rookie. Reeves grabs the bottom rope and begins to pull himself up, but only enough to sit up. Dustin is kneeling on one knee, trying to get his balance and strength back into him. His breathing is deep and hard, trying to get some air back into him. The crowd begins to clap, encouraging him to go on. Dustin shakes his head and grins, and runs the northern-most ropes. He runs at Reeves, an evil grin still living on his bloody face. He places his left foot on the Young Legend's chest, and smashes his right knee into the head of the champion. But he isn't done. Dustin brings himself down to the mat and rolls back with a Liger heel kick to the back of the head of Reeves, knocking the New York Native face-first onto the mat. The crowd cheers as Dustin looks into the insanely loud crowd, fist held up shaking, and his head shaking as if he was having a seizure, but it was nothing but the rage taking control.
"Dustin has had just about enough of Reeves beating him down, it seems."
"No shit! The Television Champ gave him everything he had, and now Dustin is just returning the favor."
Dustin turned around and pulls the Young Legend up to his feet, and drives a fist into the forehead of the reigning Television Champion. He follows it up with another strong first to the head. Reeves is knocked back to the ropes, and Dustin Irish Whips him to the opposite side of the ring. El Negro comes off the rebound and Dustin rolls forward in a Rolling Thunder-esque fashion. He propels himself upward to drive his heel into the temple of Reeves, who comes back into the game, grabbing Delta and lifting him into a powerbomb position. He tosses Dustin into the southern wall of the cage, rupturing the already ripped up back of the Breakout Star. The defending champ threw an elbow to the face of Dustin, and then hip tossed him over the top rope and onto the mat hard. Both men were down again, and the crowd was booing intensely at Reeves stealing back control of the match-up. Suddenly, movement began to stir in Dustin, and he kipped back up to his feet to a huge pop from the crowd. Delta tried to think of how he could put El Negro away, and something caught his attention. It was the piece of chain-link that was ripped off the cage wall by Dustin's sledgehammer. The Breakout Star somersaulted himself over to the fence material and picked it up, his famed evil smirk coming back into view. The challenger kicked Reeves in the lower back and his head raises up helplessly, as the hit to the spine caused an instinctive reaction. Dustin placed the chain-link on Reeves' face and pulled back, causing his layer of skin to rip, and let blood flow freely, out into the open. The Breakout Star brought his legs around hooked El Negro's arm in an armbar, making a modified hardcore crossface. The entire audience erupts in cheers as the New York Native screams in pain, blood raining down from his face.
"Reeves is in a really bad situation here! Dustin's finally getting some redemption for what the T.V. Champ has put him through."
"What's he doin' here? He can't do that!"
"He can, Al! It's a Steel Cage match, no disqualifications!" [/b][/color] Dustin keeps El Negro in the hold, making him scream in agony. Tears begin to fall from the eyes of the Young Legend, and that's when Delta realizes he's done enough. Just before he lets go of the hold, Reeves swings a leg back, and his heel just barely connects to the back of the head. The hold is released, and the Television Champ flips Dustin over his head and stands, holding him in an Inverted DDT position. The HD camera zooms in on Reeves' devilish grin, looking into the crowd as they boo intensely. He takes down the Everglades native, and then turns him over while he's still within Reeve's grasp. The Television Champion applies bodyscissors, making for a Guillotine Choke. The heat from the crowd gets louder, as muffled screams of Dustin's can be heard. The camera pans over to the ring mat as the Breakout Star repeadetly kicks his legs, struggling to get out of the submission hold. He places his hands down on the mat, trying to push himself up out of Reeves' grip. "Dustin just had Reeves in a nasty submission hold. Now the Television Champion is returning the favor.""Returning the favor?! If anyone should be returning the favor, it's Dustin Delta! He took a 20 ft. fall and a 15 ft. bulldog! You're saying Reeves needs redemption? You've got to be kidding me!"[/b][/color] Reeves keeps Delta locked in hard, causing apnea for the rookie. The struggling slows--doesn't stop, but becomes very weak. The Young Legend releases his foe from the hold and stands up, looking down at his handy work. He holds up one finger and mouths the words "one more". Reeves slowly makes his way to the nearest corner--which is the southeast corner. He scales it, and mocks Dustin's signature taunt as he stands at the top. He shakes his head, laughing to himself. He gets serious and jumps off, going for a leg drop. Just before contact is made, Dustin rolls himself over onto his stomach, just avoiding the attack. Reeves yells out in pain, as his legs were injured earlier in the match. Dustin gets up to one knee, only to be on the recieving end of one big kick to the head by Reeves, knocking him right back down to the mat. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Sept 3, 2010 11:42:02 GMT -5
The Sketch Kid rubs his bottom because of the aching pain from the missed leg drop. He looks down at Dustin Delta, who seems to be out of it from the kick to the head, and just shakes his head refusing to acknowledge him. Reeves walks toward the cage door and beckons for Millson to open it so he can get out. It does not take long for Millson to unlock the cage door but before he could open it, Dustin Delta comes running up from behind Reeves and leaps into the air before slamming both of his feet into the champion’s back, knocking him into the cage door while at the same time knocking the cage door into MMM II’s face.
“So, Dustin was playing possum? Good for him, he’s starting to think more with his head.”
“I think he just got up at the right time, Colin. I doubt he intended that but was just trying to prevent Reeves from escaping the cage.”
The cage door is wide open making it easy for anybody to enter or exit the ring at the current moment. Both Reeves and Millson are down on their respective sides of the steel cage yet Dustin Delta is stumbling to his feet unaware that the cage door has opened. He looks around confused as the crowd shouts at him all at once to get out of the cage but to him it just sounds like a bunch of rambling, it is not until he looks around that he realizes the cage door is open and smiles. Dustin points toward the cage door asking if they want him to exit that way and the crowd lets out a big roar of “YES!”, he then gives them a thumbs up with a dignified smiled before making his way toward the opened door.
“Does he really need to ask the crowd a stupid question like that? I wonder how he’s going to get around the ring when he’s not so well like.”
“Come on, Al, he’s just messing around. He should not be taking Reeves so lightly though.”
As Dustin nears he cage door he notices that his opponent is inching his way out under the bottom rope. This will not do for the Deathmatch Majesty as he grabs Reeves by the ankles and drags him back to the center of the ring while Reeves screams and bangs his fists in protest. Once Reeves is in the center of the ring, Dustin releases him and makes his way toward the cage door again but Reeves grabs his ankle his time and tugs so he falls face first into the canvas. Both men begin crawling over one another just to get to the cage door.
“This is like watching two kids fight over the television remote.”
“It’s do or die in the steel cage, Colin.”
Reeves is the first one to his feet and charges toward the door but Dustin leaps onto his back sending both men spiraling to the canvas. After laying out a few right hooks that daze the champion, Dustin gets back to his feet and nears the cage door when Millson slams it closed once again, locking it in Dustin’s face while laughing hysterically. This only makes Double D angry as he bangs against the cage door prepared to rips Millson’s throat out with his bare hands.
“I knew teaming up with Millson and Ryder was a good thing for Reeves to do. That reminds me, where is Ryder and Young?”
“They must still be fighting Roadkill somewhere backstage, I assume. Which surprises me since James Walker has a big match tonight, why would he meddle in the Television Championship affairs? It’ll only make his match later on tonight, and quite possibly lead to his downfall as King of the Deathmatch Champion.”
The blows delivered to Reeves’ head were not enough to keep him down for long, he stumbles to his feet unbeknownst to his opponent who is arguing with Mighty Man Millson. El Negro just smiles as he grabs the sledge hammer that has been a big game changer throughout this match. Evil intention flood the Television Champion’s mind as he locks his eyes on his prey and readies the hammer in preparation to take out the challenger’s leg. Dustin Delta turns the moment he hears his name being called and feels a jolt of pain in his right knee cap as the sledge hammer smashes right into it delivering inexplicable pain to shoot throughout his leg.
“Reeves must have evil intentions if he’s smashing a sledge hammer against his opponent’s kneecap. I think he’s trying to injure his opponent more than trying to win the match.”
“Shattering his kneecap? That’s unforgivable; he could ruin the rookie’s GHW career instantly. Reeves is not god, he can not play with people’s careers, their lives like that.”
Dustin Delta is on the ground clutching his seemingly smashed knee cap with tears flowing from his eyes from the enormous pain that had shot through his leg. The Sketch Kid lays his sledge hammer over his right shoulder and stands over his work of “art” with a smile on his face while the crowd is booing and jeering. He had attacked the knee on purpose and is showing no regret for the possible sidelining injury inflicted upon his opponent. Reeves tosses the sledge hammer aside and circles around his opponent examining the work he’s done, admiring his destruction.
“Reeves looks like a hawk circling it’s wounded prey. Who ever though that he would become this ruthless after winning the Television Championship? I think it gave him the confidence he needed.”
“Needed confidence? You know that you’re talking about Reeves, right? He’s had confidence from the start, I just think he’s stepping to the next level to eliminate the competition and remain champion.”
The Young Legend kneels down by Dustin’s side, watching his opponent grabbing his knee in pain farther then any man can fathom. He just smiles and slaps Dustin on the cheek a couple of times, demeaning his opponent and embarrassing him in front of the crowd. Reeves stands back up to a fully erect body posture and turns his back on his opponent before kicking backward as if knocking the dust off of his boots onto Dustin Delta.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
(Oh. That makes more sense, my bad.)
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Post by Sketch Kid on Sept 5, 2010 22:25:39 GMT -5
There is no way that Dustin Delta can perform at the same level as he did at the start of the match now that Reeves took out his knee. Knowing that, Reeves finishes dusting the soles of his boots off and raises his arms into the air like he had just accomplished something significant. The crowd responds by showering the Television Champion with ear-deafening boos. He pays them no attention, though as he turns back toward his opponent and grabs the bandana, ripping it away from Delta’s head. The once white bandana becomes stained crimson red with Reeves’ blood as he uses it to wipe his face.
“How disrespectful, he’s treating Dustin Delta like a dish rag. It’s sickening!”
“Hey, if Dustin had not selfishly cracked his head open earlier then this would not have happened. It’s a little something that we all know as karma.”
The Sketch Kid finishes wiping his face and drops the bloody bandanna over Double D’s face, veiling his eyes and shredding his dignity. The people in the audience continue to boo, not liking a single thing that the champion has done during this match. As usual Reeves does not care whether the crowd likes him or not, he didn’t join Glory and Honor Wrestling for popularity and expresses that by flipping the bird to everyone in the arena.
“Come on, this is a family show!”
“It’s really not…”
Instead of walking toward the cage door like he had done throughout the match, Reeves turns his attention toward the twenty foot cage wall and makes the decision that he will climb the wall which he believes is something that Delta can not do. Completely confident in his abilities, El Negro drags his bruised and numb body toward the nearest cage wall and struggles as he begins to climb it, using the ring ropes for support. Meanwhile, Dustin is refusing to give up and he reaches forward grabbing hold of the sledge hammer that Reeves had tossed earlier. Dragging himself to his feet, the hunched over challenger slides the head of the sledge hammer under his right armpit and uses it to support his right leg. Using the sledge hammer as a crutch Double D limps toward where Reeves is climbing as quickly as he can, even though the champion is not progressing up the cage wall at a fast pace because of the blinding blood in his eyes and the aching pain in his back.
“It looks like Dustin has found a way to stay alive in this match. I have never seen so much heart in a Fighty fighty person before. This kid really wants the coveted gold, he wants it bad.”
The Deathmatch Majesty finally reaches the cage wall and shifts his weight from the sledge hammer to the wall so he is leaning right up against it just below Reeves’ struggling body. The Sketch Kid feels the cage shake and looks down catching sight of his challenger, afraid of what’s to come next he tries to kick away his opponent but the feeble blows are nothing compared to what Delta has endured during the match. He grabs onto Reeves’ upper legs and yanks him down enough so that the champion is seated on his shoulders. Shifting all of his strength into his arms, the challenger tries to rip Reeves forward from the cage. There is a long struggle for dominance but as seconds pass by the New York Native’s grip weakens as he is pulled away from the cage wall and slammed back-first against the canvas with the back of his head bouncing off of the ring floor.
“No…noooo!”
“Powerbomb! Powerbomb!”
There is no sign of movement on Reeves’ behalf while Dustin Delta rolls over onto his back and breathes heavily. With Eli Young and Robertson Ryder away, Delta is free to climb the cage wall without getting his fingers smashed with kendo sticks but the injury to his leg makes it nearly impossible for him to climb the cage. Unfortunately the door is being guarded by Mighty Man Millson who refuses to give the key up to the referee so he himself can play the biased role of door keeper. Even now that he has eliminated the main problem for the time being, Dustin is still at odds which is exactly how Reeves planned it as his insurance policy just incase things went south for him.
“I must admit that The Television Champion planned this out well. He has been one step ahead of Dustin Delta this whole match, maybe not on the inside of the ring but on the outside.”
“Don’t take Reeves for a fool, Colin. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that but maybe this time will be the last.”
Dustin Delta attempts to get back to his feet but the stinging pain in his right knee causes him to fall backward into a seated position. The challenger lets out a sigh of disappointment and rubs his right knee trying to soothe the pain only for the moment. He looks over his shoulder to see that Reeves is still out after that nasty fall and finds peace for the moment knowing that the only thing he does have control over is the one man who has control over every other factor.
“This match has gone on too long, Colin. Both men are weary and look like sacks of crap. Reeves needs to wake up and put this guy down for good.”
“He’s tried. The Sketch Kid has tried everything possible for him to keep his opponent down but Dustin Delta has the heart of a lion, his will power is incomparable.”
Ripping his shirt from his torso, the Deathmatch Majesty ties it around his injured knee as a way to limit its movement so it would not hurt as much by moving around. Once reassured that the pain would not be less, Delta drags himself to his feet with his weight shifted onto his left leg preventing him from suffering the full extent of the pain but instead just the aftermath from the earlier pressure applied to his knee. Double D looks at the cage wall examining it and trying to figure out a way to climb it with ease.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
(48-Hour Rule)
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Post by Dustin Delta on Sept 6, 2010 20:57:12 GMT -5
Dustin decides it’s not time to scale the cage just yet. He wants to make sure Reeves is truly down for the count before he starts the long climb up to the top. The Breakout Star reaches down and pulls the Television Wrestling Champion to his feet. Delta rushes him, delivering an elbow to the temple of Reeves, and a high angle kick to the head, knocking Reeves into the corner. Dustin doesn't stop; he begins to deliver a series of knees to the gut of El Negro. After ten, the rookie falls to one knee and holds the kneecap that took the blow from the sledgehammer, the pain coming back to him. He shakes his head, refusing to let it bother him. The New York Native takes several steps away from the corner, going towards the center of the ring. Dustin limbs over to Reeves and slides down, delivering a forearm to the back of the leg, knocking the champ onto his back. The Floridian Falcon walks to the corner that Reeves was just knocked out of and scales it to the top. He could jump up and scale the cage, win the match. But no. He had been embarrassed, slapped in the face. Dustin glared down at the man who had caused him so much pain, and now was his time for redemption.
"Uh Oh! What's Dustin thinking here?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm sure it'll be worth whatever risk he's gonna take."
[/b] Dustin jumps off the top rope and throws his head down, compacting himself into a ball. He makes three full rotations, and stops, revealing his knees are in contact with his chest. He extends his legs, driving his feet into the spine of El Negro, hitting his famous "Silent Metronome" finishing manuever. The camera zooms in on his face--the expression was hard to describe--it was like he had just watched The Blaire Witch Project back when it was considered scary as shit. Reeves was laid out on the mat. Dustin fell on his side, clutching his knee in pain. Dustin reached for the bottom rope, which was JUST within reach for him. He pulled himself to it, and began to crawl to the north-west corner, pulling himself along with the bottom rope. He made it to the corner and pulled himself to his feet, slowly but surely. He finally made it, and realized now was the time to get out. His initial thought was to use the door, but with Milson at ringside and the officials knocked out, there was no chance of doing that. Delta took notice of the hole in the southern wall. Reeves wasn’t able to slip through it, but the Deathmatch Majesty was much smaller than the Sketch Kid. The rookie glanced over at the opening, and Might Man took notice immediately. He walked over to where Dustin would end up if he jumped through. Regardless, the gutsy challenger ran the north ropes and went for a suicide dive through the cage wall. He barely slipped through, and went right to Milson. The fans deafening cheers turned to despair as they realized that Milson had Dustin in his grasp. He slammed the Breakout Star into the outside of the cage, and then pushed him back in through the hole In the wall, ruining Delta’s escape plans. The Everglades native falls through the ropes, seemingly lifeless. Both superstars are down, but Reeves Is already stirring. “If Might Man Milson wasn’t at ringside, we would have a new Television Champion here!”“Yeah, but the fact is that Milson is there, and he isn’t leaving any time soon, so this match is gonna go on.” [/b] [/color] Surprisingly, Dustin kips up, but Reeves is up quickly as well. Neither superstar is done here, and it doesn’t look like anything can stop them. The rookie dashes forward with a punch to the head, and the Young Legend retaliates with a kick to the gut. Dustin kicks Reeves’ in the knee, and the champ returns the favor with a knee to the chest. The champ takes control, and Irish whips the Deathmatch Majesty to the eastern ropes. Dustin rebounds. Reeves bends over, expecting to toss Delta overhead, but the challenger kicks Reeves—or so he thought. The champ reverses it and tosses the rookie down to the mat, and locks in a Boston Crab, turning Dustin over onto his chest. Delta isn’t in the hold long though, as he rolls himself back, under El Negro’s legs, and up to his feet. Dustin goes for an STO, and begins to spin violently, hitting his signature move, The BreakOut. The challenger runs the ropes and looks to hit a Standing Shooting Star Press, but the Television Champion rolls out of the way, and the rookie hits the mat headfirst, botching the maneuver when he realized Reeves’ wasn’t down. The crowd let’s out an “OOOH!” when they here the audible slam of Delta’s skull against the mat as blood continues to poor onto the mat. The Champ looks around, noticing how the two of them have almost painted the cage and the mat red. The New York Native doesn’t spend much time distracted though, he immediately goes for the door, yelling at Milson to open it. Quickly, he scurries to unlock the cage door, and opens it. Reeves’ takes a moment to step up onto the turnbuckle, and yells at the crowd “WHO’S THE CHAMP NOW, EH?” He looks around at the audience, a dark grin on his face. Suddenly, a water bottle appears on the screen, and it flies through the frame of the cage door, and nails Reeves in the face. He falls down to the mat, and the crowd begins to cheer. The camera turns around to the fan who threw the water bottle, as everyone around him celebrates his action, even when GHW security comes to drag him away. “I guess sometimes it pays to have the audience on your side!” Might Man Milson is frantically calling for The Television Champion to get out of the cage, just shake it off. Reeves’ grabs the ropes and begins to pull himself up, but the crowd erupts in cheers again as Thomas Walker runs out through the curtain, King of the Deathmatch Championship in hand. Following him is a zebrashirt. Walker bashes Milson over the head with the belt, and when he’s down, kicks him in the gut. The referee tells Thomas to leave, so the Deathmatch Champion pulls Reeves’ crony up onto his shoulders and carries him backstage, the fans cheering as the referee takes his spot at the door. Young Legend hasn’t noticed, and walks to the door, thinking it’s still open. He’s dazed and confused, and the referee is closing the door—in a nutshell, the referee slammed the door into Reeves’ face, and the television champion fell back, through the ropes, barely aware of what was happening. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Sept 7, 2010 13:04:23 GMT -5
(The referee at ringside never got knocked out, just pushed aside.) “So, Thomas Walker left his own flesh and blood behind to get beat down by Young and Ryder while he himself escapes out here to help some rookie? Heh, how ironic! Almost as ironic as Reeves being knocked down by a plastic bottle. What in the hell is going on?!”
Both men are lying around in the bloody ring breathing heavily from the longevity of the match. Having taken less damage Reeves sits up and glares at the referee who closed the door on his face, thinking that it was Millson. With the Mighty Man nowhere in sight he begins to realize that he no longer has control on the outside of the ring. The champion bangs his fist on the canvas and rises to his feet with the intention of escaping the cage once and for all.
“It looks like the champ is done messing around.”
Reeves barks orders to the referee demanding that the cage door be opened while he himself begins to make his way over. The referee pleads his case of apology for what happened earlier while he begins to unlock the cage door but Reeves will have none of the excuses. Before the referee could get the door open, Dustin comes up from behind and wraps his arm around Reeves’ neck before falling forward, pulling Reeves’ backward and slamming the back of his head against the canvas floor.
“Sleeperslam by Delta!”
The challenger’s injured knee limits him from performing many high-risk maneuvers causing him to change his fighting style to more grounded and brawling techniques. He sits up on his knees and grabs Reeves’ right arm before falling backward and scissoring his legs around it. The Deathmatch Majesty begins to pull back on the arm with his scissored armbar in an attempt to dislocate the arm by all means necessary so his opponent would have and important limb injured just like him.
“It looks like he’s trying to take out Reeves’ arm in retaliating from the knee. I doubt it will be as effective but when you’re fighting a battle where you’re losing a lot of blood it’s kind of hard to think straight.”
“You’ve been in a lot of bar brawls, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but the number of bar brawls does not compare to the number of bedroom brawls that I’ve had with your mother.”
There is no sign of letting up from Delta as he wrenches Reeves’ arm with vicious intent. It comes to the point where El Negro is screaming in pain from the maneuver but his opponent refuses to let up. Not giving in, the Sketch Kid sits up and uses the strength in his body to slowly but surely drag himself to his feet with his opponent hanging onto his right arm. Only seconds after getting to his feet he shifts his weight and swings with all of his might slamming Dustin Delta into the cage wall causing the wall to shake and him to release the hold.
“I have to give Reeves’ props for using his surroundings to get him out of that painful submission.”
The Television Champion growls at his sprawled out opponent and drags him to the center of the ring. Not wanting to be outdone with submissions, he turns Dustin over into a supine position before grabbing hold of his left arm. Reeves then sits down at his side and hooks his right leg under the arm before placing his left leg over it in the shape of a four. He then clasps his hands over his challenger’s face and pulls back locking in the combination of his signature Fourth Gate submission on the arm along with a Crossface. Reeves wrenches back on the hold leaving Dustin no space to breathe but only to cry out in pain from the submission maneuver.
“A figure four armlock mixed in with a crossface! Reeves is throwing everything but the kitchen sink out on Delta. It looks like the resilient contender is starting to fall apart.”
“A man can only bare so much punishment before his will is broken.”
After moments of being in the submission maneuver Delta slaps his right hand on the canvas over in over while tears flood from his eyes. If this had been a singles steel cage match Reeves would have won by now but the only way to win is by escaping the cage meaning that the submission counts for nothing but supporting the champion’s ego. The camera zooms in on Dustin’s face as Reeves continues to pull back on his head and the expression of pain on his face tells the whole story. The pain on his face subsides as his eyes roll back showing that he is completely unconscious. Reeves keeps the hold locked in a little longer, jerking his opponent’s face from left to right before releasing the hold and getting to his feet.
“It looks like Dustin Delta is totally out of it. The pain was too overwhelming, I guess.”
“There is no way he could still be conscious after that. Damn.”
“Is that a hint of favoritism that I sense?”
The New York Native turns his back on his opponent and makes his way toward the cage door beckoning for the referee to open it once more. Behind the champion the challenger slowly begins to rise to his feet, he is no longer conscious but in fact he never was in the first place, he played possum. The reaction from the cheering crowd tells this to Reeves and he turns around prepared to drop his opponent once more with a clothesline but Dustin has the same intention and the two collide in the middle of the ring leaving both men stirring on the canvas.
“Both men are tired out to the point where they have become equals in this match. It’s no longer about skill in this contest but stamina, that’s what happens when a match goes on for such a long time.”
“This is one of the few times that I will agree with you, Colin. I don’t know how much longer either man can last.”
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Sept 8, 2010 20:44:20 GMT -5
The Floridian Falcon holds his left arm in pain, but manages to sit himself up. A look of discontent washes over the crowd, but just the fact that he is able to breathe is thrilling the audience. Delta reaches forward and grabs the second rope which he is barely able to grab. He pulls himself to his feet and rolls himself to the north-west corner of the ring as Reeves gets himself to one knee. Delta looks down at himself--his wrist tape is ripped up and blood is pouring out of gashes found all over his body. His left elbow pad has fallen off of him, and his kick-pads have been split into two. He wipes a hand on his face and looks at his now blood-soaked palm. He shakes it a bit as The Television Champion rises to his feet, out of it for a moment. He comes to, and glares menacingly at the rookie in the corner. Neither of them moves towards each other, it's just a stare-down, the action beginning to settle down, but the match is nowhere near close to the end. Dustin turns his head and looks out into the crowd as a supportive chant breaks out.
"REEVES IS GONNA GET HIS FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
"REEVES IS GONNA GET HIS FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
"REEVES IS GONNA GET HIS FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
Dustin laughs a bit, enjoying the support and clever reference made by the capacity crowd. He turns back to his foe, whom he expects is in the middle of the ring--to his surprise, Reeves stands only a foot or so away, and is closing in. The champ jumps up and delivers a forearm to his challenger, ending the chant and beginning a barrage of boos. Not caring one bit, the New York Native delivers a punch to the head of Dustin, and grabs him by the hair and pushes him out of the corner. Reeves scales to the top rope, and propels himself upwards. He turns himself backwards, perhaps looking for a moonsault. The Breakout Star reacts quickly, rolling forward. He extends a leg back, heel up, and that connects to the temple of Reeves, to a large "OH SHIT!" from the audience as the defending champion falls to the mat, possible knocked out. The Next Generation Neophyte looks down at what he's done, slightly more content. The crowd chant rises to an audible level.
"YOU JUST GOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
"YOU JUST GOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
"YOU JUST GOT YOUR FUCKING HEAD KICKED IN!"
"The crowd may be right--I don't see any signs of movement; no, any signs of LIFE in Reeves right now."
"You can't count him out--he's been in control for most of this match--one kick can't take him out."
"But did you hear the sound of Dustin Delta's heel connecting? The Champion's skull may be indented!" [/b][/color] Dustin bends himself over and says something to Reeves--due to the distance of the camera, the sentence is unable to be heard. The Young Legend suddenly springs to life, grabbing Dustin's left arm and wrenching him down to the mat. He steps back, waiting the perfect moment to pounce, like a feral dog hunting it's prey. The moment that the rookie sits up, El Negro runs forward, and connects with a knee to the jaw. Dustin falls in pain, using both hands to nurture his chin. Reeves runs to the western-most wall and begins to scale, ready to be done with this match. Up all three ropes, and then to the chain-link itself. After two steps off the ropes, he realizes he could have left via the door--but the top of the cage was so close now, so what was the point of going back to use the easy way out? He reaches for the top of the cage wall, when the audience erupts in cheers. Dustin Delta is back up, and he jumps up to the third rope. Using the spring-board like rope, he jumps up behind Reeves and dropkicks the champ in the back. The New York Native hits the wall, and the impact causes him to lose his grip on the fence-like boundary of the cage, and he falls to the mat, slamming back first. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for either superstar to return to a vertical base--pain is becoming second nature to them. El Negro rushes forward, looking for a clothesline. Dustin jumps over Reeves' arm, and turns around. The Champion turns quickly, and the Breakout Star tries to hit a spinning spear, but Reeves counters, hip tossing Dustin to the mat. He wasted no time dropping an torso of the kid, knocking the air out of him. The New York Native pulls the Deathmatch Majesty up and irish whipped him to the north-west corner. Dustin is still aware of what's happening though, so he walks vertically up the turnbuckles, using them as a stepladder. He backflips off, stopping several feet away from Reeves. He rolls back while turning himself to face the champ. He runs forward, as does the Young Legend, but Dustin jumps almost around Reeves, and hits a neckbreaker, bringing the defending champ down to the mat. He runs the ropes and goes for a Standing Shooting Star Press, connecting. "The action really picking up in this match-up now! Both superstars will stop at nothing to leave here the Television Champion.""No shit, Colin. The Television Title is of high prestiege--it helps superstars break through to the next level here in GHW, and both men want to make a big impact and make a name for themselves."[/b][/color] Delta goes for the wall, knowing the referee would screw-up under pressure. He begins to scale as fast as he can under the current conditions--he's bleeding intensely, crying a bit, his nose and knee may be broken, and his arm is hurt. When he's only a few feet from the top rope, Reeves is back on his feet, and thus back on the attack. Knowing he had no chance to scale the cage now, Delta leaped back and the champ grabbed him, placing him on top of his shoulders in an electric chair position. Dustin counters, rolling over in preperation for a DDT. El Negro counters Dustin's reversal, and slams the rookie down to the back, onto his ripped up back. The camera zooms in on Dustin, his eyes widen and blood still pouring out of him. Both competitors are breathing heavily and are struggling to remain conscious and aware. Reeves looks into the crowd, who for once aren't booing him. Instead, the chain of counters inspires a chant."THIS IS WRESTLING!"
"THIS IS WRESTLING!"
"THIS IS WRESTLING!""Fans are obviously enjoying themselves here, and who wouldn't be? Both of these superstars are putting him a 130% to win this match." "And they have good reason to do that--because they want to be one of the big shots. They wanna be a legend, like Ryan Hughes or Vladimir Strife or Metal Dragon or Matt Oliviera." [/b][/color] Reeves falls to one knee, holding his gut in pain. He looks out into the crowd, who's still chanting loudly. Reeves goes for an elbow drop, but Delta rolls forward and runs to the nearest corner. He scales to the top, ready to end the match. He jumps up and turns himself back. He rotates immensely, and goes for Toronto Airlines. The Sketch Kid counters, grabbing the Deathmatch Majesty's feet and pushing them back so he's about to fall on his chest. But Reeves grabs as he falls doubled over. He looks into the chanting crowd and smirks demonicly. He lifts Dustin Delta up and drops him--SKETCHED OUT CONNECTS! The chant fades away as soon as the sound of the rookie hitting the mat goes throughout the arena.[/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Sept 9, 2010 17:03:34 GMT -5
The arena becomes filled with complete silence as the people in the crowd are all awe shocked at how Reeves managed to counter his opponent’s aerial move out of nowhere with his own finisher. Sitting on the canvas with his opponent’s limp body lying between his legs, Reeves wipes the sweat from his brow before rolling backward away from his opponent. Time is of the essence in this match as the amount of blood loss is causing both superstars to lose control of their five senses while significantly weakening themselves.
“These two can not go on for much longer. I have a feeling that this match is coming close to an end.”
“I had that feeling five minutes after the bell rang, Colin. You can’t trust it.”
After rising to his feet the New York Native finds himself in a quite tiresome mood from the match and he begins to climb up the steel cage wall. The crowd watches in anticipation as the champion meekly drags himself up the cage wall with a look of desperation on his face. The camera zooms in on Dustin Delta who is still unconscious from receiving the Sketched Out only moments ago in the matchup. Meanwhile Reeves finally manages to grasp the top of the catch for the first time in the match and he begins to pull himself up on top of the cage wall where he lifts his leg over so he is sitting on it like he’s a cowboy riding a horse.
“Reeves has made it to the top of the cage and the challenger hasn’t even budged since he got nailed with the Sketched Out!”
“This is your chance, champ! Leave the cage now and put an end to this madness!”
Being on top of the cage gives Reeves the feeling of being on top of the world. He star gazes from left to right with a smile stretching across his face. He hysterically breaks out in laughter as he raises both of his arms into the air as a sign of victory even though he has not left the cage yet. Instead of throwing himself over to the other side, the Sketch Kid slowly but steadily stands to his feet facing toward the ring. The crowd looks up in anticipation as he pats his right elbow with a gleaming grin on his face. After a moment of anticipation he finally leaps off of the cage soaring through the air with his right, unpadded elbow extended from his body and bent at a ninety degree angle. Flashes of cameras are seen in the background as Reeves’ twenty foot drop is coming to an end. Only mere milliseconds before driving his elbow into Dustin’ gut, the challenger puts everything he’s got into rolling over causing Reeves to crash on the canvas with a loud thud.
“OH MY…!”
“Idiot!”
The champion lies unconscious on the canvas from the drop and seems to have injured his right arm in the process. Dustin Delta himself is still unable to move from being rendered nearly unconscious from Reeves’ signature special. Both men lie there beside one another breathing heavily as the crowd continues taking pictures while at the same time applauding the two for their performance. “Thank you!” chants begin to emerge with the sound of clapping between each chant as it builds a rhythm.
“These two men have tore down the house here tonight.”
“You should expect no less especially since there was a ladder match earlier that really had the people involved. This match is just as good and to think the night is far from over. There are three more matches left!”
The referee who is on the outside of the ring looks confused as he is unable to figure out what to do. Both men are down and neither is moving with exception to the expansion of their chests from the deep inhaling and exhaling that they are performing just to stay alive in a match like this. Worried about their condition the referee calls for the EMTs in the back to come down to the ring and check on the competitors. Within seconds a staff of professionals are charging down the ramp prepared to storm the ring. They wait patiently while the referee tries to unlock the cage door but the crowd begins to boo and shower them with their leftovers from the concession stand.
“You heard the crowd, idiots! Let the match go on so we can finally see who deserves to walk out of here as the champion!”
Overwhelmed by the negative reaction the referee goes against his earlier decision and puts the EMTs on standby to rush the ring when the match ends and check on both men’s physical condition. Back inside the ring, Dustin Delta struggles as he slowly drags himself toward the ring ropes expecting them to be able to help him drag himself to his feet. The challenger was right as he manages to pull himself to his feet mustering up whatever strength he has left to do so.
“He looks so…tired.”
“He’s lost too much blood and looks to e exhausted. The same goes for Reeves, as well.”
Double D peers across the cage toward the referee who is guarding the cage door. The look is all that’s needed for the referee to begin unlocking the door. Delta steps away from the ropes and limps toward the cage door bearing a grueling expression on his face. The cage door finally opens when Dustin is halfway across the ring and he smiles as his goal is within his grasp. Just as it looks like the Deathmatch Majesy is going to make it he suddenly stops as a jolt of pain shoots through his body and he falls forward collapsing onto the canvas. His will was not strong enough to allow him to endure the pain long enough to escape the cage.
“Did he just collapse?”
“I think so. Maybe the EMTs are not such a bad idea after all...”
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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