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Post by The Rock Messiah ® on Aug 29, 2010 22:10:06 GMT -5
~Al Mulligan}- "Next is our heavyweight championship match. Dominik Santiago must defend against "The Rock Messiah" and the pesky "Mexican Saint" and he only has a 1/3 chance for retention."
~Colin Jennings}- "I hope your not counting out Dominik. He finished in the top four in the Nexus Deathmatch, and defeated Ryan Hughes in a No Disqualifications Match to win the New Age Championship."
~Al Mulligan}- "That's all fine and dandy Colin, but tonight he's facing Magnus Gunner, whom gave the champ a run for his money on TNT, and consequently beat the spit out of him afterward. And then throw in Santo who got a look at Dom's offensive manuevers in tag action, the cards seem to be stacked on the Assassin."
~Colin Jennings}- "If you've watched Dominik and seen his maturation into the icon and established main eventer that he is, you would know that no matter the odds, he's never out of a match."
As the lights in the arena suddenly begin to flicker in a yellow and white sequence, "All Your Boyz" by Maximum Penalty suddenly hits the P.A. system, bringing the crowd's jubilance to a screeching halt. The curtains sway, and Magnus Gunner emerges into the atmospheric hatred. The "Rock Messiah" fiddles with his wrist wraps, his eyes which burn with content being unleashed upon the arena. Basking in the moment, his challenging for the New Age Championship and opportunity to capture his first World Championship in the majors, Gunner quickly commences his saunter down to ringside.
~Charlie Coors}- "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Three Way Dance for the New Age Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Detroit Michigan, he is the "Rock Messiah"...MAGNUS GUNNER!"
Won't you listen to what i got to say, i've seen this happen almost every day, people fighting in the streets with one another, after all, i thought we were brothers
The Rock Messiah slowly climbs onto the apron before ascending up the nearest turnbuckle. Magnus hoists his fist into the air with utmost pride, spurring fierce disapproval from the audience. After his gesture, Magnus climbs over the turnbuckle and leaps into the squared hell. He ostentatiously removes his vest before handing it to the nearby ring-hand. As his music peters out, Magnus perches himself in the nearest corner, awaiting his opponent, ready to make his second GHW PPV a memorable one.
~Al Mulligan}- "Look at Magnus, he's oozing with confidence. Don't you think he would make a great New Age Champion Colin?"
~Colin Jennings}- "He's definitely got the athletic ability and wrestling mechanics, but his attitude and demeanor sickens me. A champion should be courageous, not cowardly. The unprovoked attack by Gunner a few weeks ago prove otherwise."
~Al Mulligan}- "This isn't a dance Colin, it's professional wrestling. He refuses to be punked, and I guarantee you, Dominik Santiago won't be taking Magnus Gunner lightly tonight!"
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Post by Santo Masceras on Aug 30, 2010 5:51:01 GMT -5
Magnus continues to showboat and rouse the crowd against him as he waits for the next opponent to enter the Code Blue arena. As the charade continues, the lights around the arena shut down to blackout. Apart from the thousands of camera flashes flickering like fireflies in a dark cave, the arena is plunged into darkness. Moments later, a sirenic voice calls out over the arena, hushing the crowd with its unexpected beauty. The voice is soon joined by a choir, as a soft blue light flows over the arena. The Code Blue backdrop glints as the ambiance around the arena causes the hairs on the back of one's neck to prick up.
On the TitanTron, a message flashes across the screen, reading
Matthew 28: Verse 19-20 "Id, pues, y haced discípulos a todas las naciones, bautizándolos en el nombre del Padre y del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo, y enseñándoles a guardar todo lo que os he mandado; y he aquí yo estoy con vosotros todos los días hasta el fin de la época."[/color]
As the words fade away, they are replaced by the English translation, which superimposes itself through the fading Spanish.
"Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”[/color]
A flash of pure white light hits the stage, before dying away, while the enchanting music continues to pierce the cool evening air. Breaking through the song comes a second voice, male, speaking in English. The man's voice sounds weathered and frail, yet with a hint of untapped strength through the thick Spanish accent.
"The dawning of a new day comes. The New Age, a simple belt, but a symbol of so much more. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations...
Baptize them in the name of el padre, hijo y espíritu santo.[/i][/color]
As he continues to speak, the soft blue lighting illuminates the stage, showing a solitary figure standing before the Code Blue backdrop. He is dressed in a brown robe, the simple white rope tie shining blue in the lighting. His white beard and reddened face also receive a tinge of soft, cool light. The man speaks into his raised mike once more, his strange entry now turning into some type of spiritual pep talk, aimed at an invisible student.
"Your time has come. Rise and take what is yours, El Santo Masceras... Rise and reveal your true identity.[/color][/i]
As the crowd digest what Padre Caton Mendez has just said, a hushed silence once again fills the air. This is followed moments later by a tumultuous applause as the crowd around the GHW arena realize what is about to happen.
:Colin "Fuzz" Jennings: What the?
Did I hear him right? Santo Masceras is about to reveal who he truly is, underneath the mask? His manager, Padre Caton Mendez, a man of the cloth... He wouldn't be lying to us would he?
:"Big" Al Mulligan: Oh, what does it matter? Santo was a one hit wonder anyhow...
I'm surprised the Pesky Mexican has managed to spin this out for so long![/b]
As the eerie swansong continues to wail in the background. A second figure emerges from the entrance curtain, his entry captured in another flash of white light. Santo Masceras steps into the light, still very much masked and his identity still hidden. He steps up beside his manager, bowing onto one knee as the priest bestows his blessing on him, placing a hand on the back of his masked head.
With the ceremonial blessing finished, Mendez's fingers find the laces that hold the Mexican Mystery Man's mask. With a determined tug, Padre Mendez loosens the tie, before standing aside to let the world have a better view.
Santo still has his head bowed, the mask, although loose, still held firmly in place to hide his identity. The kneeling figure reaches a hand hesitantly up to his head, knowing that the next few moments will define his short career so far. His hands run themselves over the golden mask, his head shaking slowly as the fingers fumble themselves in place.
Masceras pushes the mask from his face, letting it slide down and off his head. As cameras continue to flash, hoping to capture the unveiling, the Mexican's hands still hold themselves up to his head, containing the mystery for just a moment longer...
TBC the REAL Santo Masceras OOC: Don't enter yet please, all will be revealed soon
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Post by Santo Masceras on Aug 30, 2010 5:54:31 GMT -5
The crowd wait in anticipation, as the Spanish Mystery man lifts his head. The soft blue light casts a shadow over his facial features, and besides the spiky black hair, one has to strain to make out the Mexican's true identity. Padre Caton Mendez looks on, a proud smile forming on his face as the once hidden Santo Masceras rises to his feet.
:Colin "Fuzz" Jennings: Is that..? Wait a minute
:"Big" Al Mulligan: This makes no sense at all Fuzz. How?[/color][/i]
To confirm the commentary team's suspicion, a third flash of pure white light erupts over the arena, illuminating the man's face for the first time since the removal of the mask. Simultaneously, an all too familiar song hits the arena, confirming the identity for those who had not quite put two and two together yet. Instantly, the hushed and awed audience is awoken into chaos, with confused mumblings turning to avid cheers at the GHW legend's surprise.
CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" hits the arena as Hayden's face fills the TitanTron. Smiling, Hayden stands in Santo's ring attire, the golden pants complete with artistic crucifix down each leg. He is quick to do away with the golden cape, tossing it aside to the waiting priest as his music continues to blare out of the PA system, much to the delight of his loyal fans. Before continuing on his journey to the ring, he beckons toward his priest manager, who reaches inside his simple brown robe. The old man fishes around for a while before producing Hayden's trademark Aviator sunglasses. The Jackass is quick to snap them up, placing them on their rightful place on his face. With his smile plastered across his cheeks, Hayden struts off toward the squared circle, the soft blue lighting casting a strange aura about him.
:Charlie Coors: Introducing secondly, from Tijuana Mexico... Weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty Seven Pounds. The Mexican Mystery Man and Nexus Runner-up.
Santo... Mas-ceras![/i]
The confused crowd don't cheer straight away at the outdated information, before Charlie is summoned by the timekeeper at ringside. After exchanging words, which cause Charlie's cheeks to flush an embarrassed red, he returns to the center of the ring. With the mike still in his hand, Coors corrects the announcement.
:Charlie Coors: Ahem... Introducing the second challenger.
Weighing in at One Hundred and Ninety Seven Pounds and hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He is a GHW legend. The former King of the Deathmatch Champion.
The man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore![/i]
This time, the crowd rise to their feet, the surprise announcement going down particularly well with the sell-out crowd. The Jackass wanders to the ring, picking up speed as he goes, so that he slides into the ring at full speed. The New Zealander slides onto one knee, finishing his entrance to the squared circle mere feet away from his once protege, Magnus Gunner, in an almost marriage-proposal stance.
:"Big" Al Mulligan: Hayden HardKore is Santo Masceras. Well, that explains a few things, like how a nobody can come to be the Nexus runner up in his first outing.
:Colin "Fuzz" Jennings: It answers a lot of questions, but it leaves a lot more unanswered. Sure, Hayden has been successful as the Mexican Saint... But he's not from Tijuana. And he speaks damned fine Spanish for a New Zealander![/i]
Leaving the questions to ponder in one's mind, Hayden continues his warm-up, tossing his trademark shades out into the crowd as his swan-song carries on. With himself ready for action, he glances over at the unimpressed and cocky Magnus Gunner, shrugging his shoulders as he flashes a knowing smile at his opponent. outside the ring, Padre Caton Mendez had taken his position at ringside, almost blending into the background. He calls the GHW legend over to the corner, and Hayden takes a knee.
The Jackass listens intently to the old priest's words of wisdom, nodding in acceptance every now and then. When father Mendez taps him on the shoulder, Hayden completes the Catholic Cross across his chest with his hands, before springing up to his feet once more. With no mask to adjust on his head, Hayden spends his time bouncing like Tigger from foot to foot in anticipation of the Champion's arrival.
TBC Dom OOC: Thanks for the spoiler Rob... You can really be a douchebag sometimes. MD EDIT: Yeah, I didn't know that Santo was Hayden in-character. >.< People just asked me who you were, and I was thinking OOC, so I said so just so they'd get off my case. Apologies.
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Aug 31, 2010 22:31:53 GMT -5
While the fans become restless and impatient, the confident Hayden Hardkore and the arrogant Magnus Gunner remain spoiling for a fight, going through their pre-match preperations. As the lights suddenly dim, the audience erupts into cheers. When the cheers die down and the GHW Arena becomes deftly silent, a red spotlight shines down upon the stage. "Aftermath by Strapping Young Lad suddenly hits the P.A. system and the pandemonium of sound enthralls the spectators as the curtains begin to sway. The Assassin suddenly marches through the thin drapes, standing with a belligerent disposition, primed and ready for jihad. With his prestigious New Age Championship firmly wrapped around his waist, the champion glares at his competition through his replica SAW mask, before crossing his arms in his reknown 'X' formation taunt. After surveying the crowd for a moment, Santiago unstraps his championship before hoisting it into the electric atmosphere with utmost pride. As the arena erupts into a bedlam of adulation, the two time, defending New Age Champion commences his march down to ringside. Charlie Coors: "And the opponent- From Hollywood California, weighing in at two hundred, twenty seven pounds... he is the Assassin, and the GHW NEW AGE CHAMPION.... DOMINIK SANTIGO"Give us a reason for coming of war Fighting for Jesus through prices of oil See how your demons are forming a wall Burning and beating and raping them all Colin Jennings: "Dominik doesn't seem at all phazed by the sudden revelation that occured before us. He's ready to go toe to toe with Hayden Hardkore and Magnus Gunner tonight Al!"Big Al: "If Dominik doesn't fear his competition, he's an idiot. He's an even bigger incompetent fool, if he isn't cognizant of the situation at hand."Colin Jennings: "The champ will be at a disadvantage. He doesn't have to be pinned or submitted to lose his New Age Championship. He'll have to have eyes in the back of his head..."Big Al: "And a lot of luck if he hopes to retain tonight. In my eyes, he could barely beat either of his opponents in a singles contest, so there's no way he can overcome both these hungry challengers at the same time!"Dominik rolls into the ring and quickly springs to his feet before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and raising his prestigious prize into the air. The coveted New Age Championship slowly descends through the crisp atmosphere, along with the champion who climbs back down to the canvas. He removes his mask before tossing it into the pool of spectators. As his theme music pans out and becomes a distant memory, the Assassin turns hands the referee the New Age Championship. The official makes his way to the center of the squared hell, before hoisting the championship into the air in a ceremonial fashion, evoking a tremendous uproar from the crowd. After handing the belt to the nearby rind attendant, the zebra-clad offical calls for the bell.
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Post by Hayden on Sept 6, 2010 6:19:54 GMT -5
The sound of the ring bell tolling pierces through the air as the match begins. Neither of the three men are keen on charging on the offensive, and the trio circle each other cautiously. Three pairs of eyes dart backward and forward around the ring, each egging the other on to an early mistake. Three veterans, neither naive enough to take the bait. Slowly but surely, the circle closes in and the three men come within striking distance. Half hearted exchanges are easily swatted away, as the three veterans test the waters. However, old blood soon wins out as Hayden hurls himself at his protege, Magnus Gunner. The Rock Messiah is taken by surprise by the sudden change of pace as the Kiwi Legend topples him in a Lou Thez Press, managing to sneak in two right fists to the side of the Rock Messiah's head before he himself is hoisted into the air by the reigning champion. Santiago picks his moment to strike patently, lifting Hayden up from behind in a Full Nelson. The lightweight legend's eyes shoot open in shock as he feels his shoulders tearing themselves from the socket. The only relief from the pain comes as Dominik slinks a foot in front of Hayden's leg and drives him face first into the sternum of his downed opponent, Magnus Gunner. The pinpoint accuracy of the move causes both Hayden and the Rock Messiah to cry out in tandem, as the Full Nelson Facebuster hits home. Santiago simply smiles at his handywork, watching as his two foes fumble about underneath him. A quiet smirk forms on the Assassin's chops, yet he knows that things are far from over. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ My my, Dominik Santiago came to fight, and he doesn't care who gets in his way tonight Al.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ What a stupid thing to say... Of course he doesn't care who gets in his way. He is the champion, fighting in a triple threat match. Both of these men are already in his way.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Nevertheless, it would appear that the current New Age Champion is off to a rather good start. [/center] Having taken the brunt of Dominik's assault, Hayden rolls off the body of his frustrated rival, his eyes trying to blink away the blurriness that had overcome his vision. The Assassin is quick to continue his attack, grappling the Jackass and lifting him to his feet again, before the New Zealand native can regain his composure. Without too much of a fuss, or even an idea of what is going on, Hayden complies with Santiago and soon finds himself locked in the clutches of a hammer lock, with the champion looking to continue his wearing down of the New Zealander's shoulders. What Santiago does not see is the angered, beetroot red face of Gunner as the Rock Messiah slaps the mat in frustration. The Kiwi is helpless to escape the wrath, and is socked with a brutal right fist from Magnus upon the Messiah's rise to a vertical base. The shot is enough to drop HardKore to the mat, leaving a path of vision to the slippery champion. Santiago reacts too slowly to Gunner's comeback and is soon leveled by a shuffling Super Kick that catches him square on the jaw. The champ is almost knocked out of his boots as the kick connects, while Gunner simply regains his footing and re-assesses the situation. Cockily, the brash Rock Messiah swaggers across the ring, strutting his stuff before shooting a 'finger-gun' at a particular young lady in the crowd that had caught his eye. As true to form, the crowd around the GHW Arena show their frustration vocally, as a chorus of booing and jeering fall upon the Rock Messiah's ears. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Now there is a champion I could get behind Fuzz. Magnus Gunner is sure of himself, he knows he is the best and he makes no excuses about it.
~~Colin "Fuzz"Jennings~~ Are you saying that Dominik Santiago or Hayden HardKore do make excuses?
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Well, I don't want to point any fingers, but one of these men has been hiding behind a mask since before Nexus... You tell me that he is a true champion!
~~Colin "Fuzz"Jennings~~ Ok, Hayden is a true champion... As is Dominik and as much as it pains me to say, as is Magnus Gunner. These three each show their own particular strengths, and quite frankly, this one is not going to be easy to pick. [/center] With all of his pandering to the crowd, Magnus revels in the new found momentum, the adrenaline in his veins begins to pump and his smile looks to be holding firmly o his face. However, the Jackass had other intentions. Looking to gate-crash his protege's party, Hayden waits for the Rock Messiah to come within his grasp, lying face down on the mat. Magnus does so, swaggering over toward him to continue his assault, but is met with swift opposition. With the speed of a cobra striking from the grass, Hayden catches Gunner around the ankles with his own feet and trips him. Magnus is sent sprawling forward across the mat, leaving himself wide open for the taking. And take Hayden does. Like a flash, Hayden is on top of Magnus, wrapping an arm up underneath the Rock Messiah and locking in a Cobra Clutch hold. The veteran's expert hands lock themselves together, holding the move firmly, and he stands to his feet, straddling Gunner to stop him from moving. Knowing that he is at the mercy of the Jackass, the grunts of pain begin to emerge from the Rock Messiah's lips, only serving to make Hayden tighten his vice-like grip on his once protege even more. Struggle as he may, every time Magnus moves an inch, Hayden moves with him, correcting the shift of weight as he goes to keep the hold locked in. Gunner's face turns a different shade of red, as his body cries out in agony, so too does his mouth. The Rock Messiah shoots his eyes open wide, searching for a way out of the move, desperately searching for a break to the New Zealand's Cobra Clutch. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Hayden is a crafty veteran Fuzz. He knows the ins and outs of every move there is, and this is no exception. He doesn't just lock in the Cobra Clutch, he controls it. He becomes "one" with the hold.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ What have you been smoking before this match? Seriously, can you hook me up? Yes, Hayden is wily, he is crafty, he is a legend. But has had to be... Look at him, he's not even touching two hundred pounds, a strong southerly would blow the poor guy over.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ And he knows as well as anybody his weakness. Power...
All Magnus needs to do is summon up the courage to power out of the move, and the Jackass is helpless to stop him. You don't stop bullets with heart alone Fuzz. [/center] Hearing the agonized cries from across the ring, the still dazed looking champion starts off in the direction of the sound. As Hayden looks to tighten the hold even further, the Assassin blindsides him with a shoulder-charge that sends the wily veteran sailing out of the ring and splattering to the lightly padded concrete outside. The New Zealander lands awkwardly, plummeting to the floor and taking the brunt of the impact on his neck and shoulders, continuing the work that Santiago had started earlier. With the Jackass out of the way, Dominik Santiago sets his sights on the man he came to Code Blue to face in the first place, Magnus Gunner. The Rock Messiah lies before him on a silver platter, prepared, tenderized and freshened up by the work of the New Zealand legend, Hayden HardKore. Now all the Champion needs to do is to continue the preparation of the feast and seal the deal, albeit easier said than done. TBC
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Sept 8, 2010 21:11:16 GMT -5
As Gunner lied sprawled, the New Age Champion approached him with a face full of solitude and a desertion from clemency. With his fists clenched tightly and his body embracing his new disposition, Dominik seized the fallen Rock Messiah by his brownish hair before snatching him to his feet and dragging him toward the nearby ropes. His eyes narrowed and twinkled with an active malice as he suddenly bent his knee before burying it into the solar plexus of his adversary. After baffling the Loaded Pistol with a stiffened right cross to the cranium, the defending champion slowly backpedaled before measuring his nemesis. After the brief moment of contemplation, Santiago charges at the cocky Michigander. With an unswerving tenacity, the Rock Messiah suddenly hunkers forward, before exploiting the champion’s momentum and subsequently using it against him. Magnus lifts Dominik over the top rope, sending him plummeting to the lightly padded floor below. Exhaling in relief, Gunner wipes his sweaty forehead before boastfully pounding his chest, succumbing to his most recent triumph and in his own eyes, moving that much closer toward reaching the summit of GHW.
His former mentor and rival had other plans however, as the Kiwi Legend rose from the ashes with a determination to make Gunner’s ambitions atrophic. With his pleasure now troubled, Gunner advanced toward the three time King of Deathmatches, swinging wildly. His aspirations to connect failed to come to fruition, as the former Godfather artfully dodges the punches, setting himself up for his own strikes as he swings his leg through the electric atmosphere, slamming his boot into the ribcage of his former protégé. Amidst the withering impact from the former, Hayden follows up with a second, with the latter of the kicks holding an even greater purpose. That purpose was to further soften up the loud-mouthed rocker, and it was served well as the vicious strikes sent the challenger reeling. As Hayden attempted to capitalize, Magnus slipped into cowardice, quickly raking the eyes of his longtime rival and effectively impairing the New Zealander’s vision. With a quick, well placed lunging of the boot into Hayden’s midsection, Gunner had taken back control, and thus, placed himself back into the driver’s seat. Gripping the doubled over legend by his near arm, Gunner pulls Hardkore forward and whips him into the nearby ropes. As he rebounds, the Rock Messiah mightily swings his arm through the air. Despite having his vision tentatively tarnished, the KOTDM alumni manages to dodge the Clothesline, ducking his head before continuing his momentum forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the unmasked Saint dives through the ropes, violently colliding with the champion and sending him back down to the floor.
Having been upstaged by his former mentor, the seething Rock Messiah surveys the situation before staggering into the ropes. After bouncing off, the former LDWA standout makes a bee-line for his competition, quickly leaping into the air and soaring over the ropes, before descending through the air in a swan like heave. As he crashed into his adversaries, the crowd was moved to its feet in awe, completely captivated by the distances the superstars would go to ensure victory, and moreover, Gunner’s most recent display of one-upmanship.
Big Al: “Straight kamikaze offense from both Hayden and Magnus. Though those flashes of aerial brilliance may enthrall the fans, it also takes a toll on their bodies and hurts their chances!”
Colin: “Let’s not forget that the champion himself, was on the receiving end of both the Suicide Dive and Gunner’s placha. His chances for retention are greatly diminished as well.”
Big Al: “I’m not saying Gunner or Hayden won’t beat Dominik tonight, which they will, I’m just suggesting they do it in a manner that has less flash, and more violence.”
Colin: “Yeah, you get in there going in guns-a-blazing against the Assassin, and tell me how that works out for ya!”
The only superstar to have not held the New Age Championship is the first to his feet, turning the crowd’s jubilance to abhorrence as he hoists his arms rather ostentatiously over his swollen head. The prideful Michigander smiled a smug grin that conveyed his new found belief in his skills and abilities. Commandeering the vehicle that is the match at this point, Gunner approaches his former employer, the wounded legend before quickly dragging him to his feet. Magnus wastes no time in unleashing his fury on the former New Age Champion, forcing his head forward and slamming him face first into the side of the ring. As Hayden staggers back and leans forward, Magnus quickly grapples his head before cracking him in the chin with his forearm, delivering a deadly European Uppercut that was meticulous in its execution, and landed precisely across the Kiwi Legend’s chin muscle. The New Zealander inadvertently swallowed a heap of pride while his head snapped backward, leaving the remainder of his body shook to its very foundation.
Magnus captures the trembling legend and scoops him onto his shoulders, before turning toward the steel post. With a cloud of malignance casting a shadow of contempt over his body, the Loaded Pistol charges forward, looking to completely vanquish his rival once in for all. The wily veteran puts a wrench in Gunner’s operation, mustering enough strength to slide down the back of his former protégé before giving him a quick, well placed shove when he catches his footing. The clash resonates through the arena as Magnus’ skull crashes into the steel post, leaving him a former shell of himself and totally benumbed. Turning blindly to his adversary, Hayden quickly swings his leg upward, striking the Detroiter in the cranium with his boot, further shifting his brain and sending him rolling into the ring. Sliding in himself, the showman in Hardkore precludes him from taking a pinfall attempt, as he throws his arms into the air and forces the arena to rally behind him. Not looking back, the impulsive Kiwi legend charges at the ropes before quickly leaping across the middle rope. Using the elasticity of the ropes, the former masked Mexican suddenly leaps backward, giving into his new found reckless abandon. Climbing to his feet, the dizzied Messiah looks up and gazes at his incoming threat, the falling star that is the New Zealand legend.
What seemed like a beautifully executed Moonsault, turned out to be a brilliant counter, as the Rock Messiah, amidst his mental grogginess, quickly latched onto Hayden’s near leg and used his momentum to roll to the side as Hardkore crashed into the canvas. Captured in the arachnids web, Hayden can only pray for mercy from his former protégé. The spiteful rocker administers no pity, as he climbs to his feet and violently begins torquing the former King of Deathmatches' ankle, looking to not only capture the New Age Championship, but also cripple his longtime, hated rival in the process.
“Ankle Lock is locked in! He’s looking to snap that bone like a twig and finally reach superstardom!”
“That was an incredible counter Al! He scouted it beyond his years, and this could be the big payoff!”
“And there’s no reward like the New Age Championship! Tap out Hayden, tap out!”
Despite Al's decree, the Kiwi Legend doesn't oblige, instead battling his own physical anguish and crawling to one foot. In one swift motion, Hardkore tumble rolls forward, dexterously escaping the vicous submission hold whilst stending Magnus forward face first into the turnbuckle padding. As Gunner tries to gather his bearings, the Wellington native rolls on all fours, attempting to recuperate himself. Before either side can commence, the New Age Championship inserts himself back into the mix. Dashing with a clear purpose, the Assassin uses Hardkore's back as a step ladder, propeling himself into the air before bringing his legs inward. At the very last second, Dominik makes the full extention, planting his feet into the jaw of the Loaded Pistol. Saliva and possibly teeth sputter out of Magnus' gaping mouth as he slides down to the canvas, his head titled in an askew and his body completely quiscent. The dropkick had sent a clear message of destruction, and that message was well received by the Rock Messiah and the entire arena as they cheered vociferously.
"The New Age Champion takes advantage of the situation, and may have possibly taken Gunner out of the equation as well. What a lethal dropkick!"
"All three men are down, and neither superstar has a clear cut advantage. I'll tell you one thing, there's no fat lady singing, so this match is far from over."
"That's because your mother is on a hiatus, and you don't hear any of us complaining!"
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Post by Hayden on Sept 10, 2010 3:06:08 GMT -5
OOC: Running out of time, and it doesn't look like Magnus is posting, so I'm going to (Pretty sure its past time now anyway). With the sight of the Rock Messiah nearly be decapitated from Santiago's dropkick, the crowd rise to their feet in awe. Gunner doesn't even manage another step, slumping lifelessly to the floor from the force of the lethal kick. However, Dominik spends little time reveling in the moment, turning his attention to the groaning Jackass and his last hurdle to retaining the New Age Championship. The Assassin is quick to take the advantage, leaping into the air and spinning 360° before landing, dropping his thighs across the throat of the suffering New Zealander. With the Discus Leg Drop serving as an exclamation mark on his dominance, Dominik Santiago springs to his feet once more. Santiago takes one quick glance at Hayden, the Kiwi now looking like he is stepping through death's door, before eying up the turnbuckle. Without wasting time nor energy, the Champion climbs to the top, surveying the scene before him. With the crowd split between their support for the men, the reaction is mixed. Nevertheless, the din around the arena is set to overload when Santiago takes the precious few moments to signal Hayden's end, a simple cut throat sign made with his thumb. Knowing full well what is coming, a strange hush seems to fall over the arena, as seemingly the crowd had taken a collective breath. With that, Santiago leaps off the turnbuckle, aiming the soles of both feet directly at the chest of Hayden. The Jackass, however, has no intention of becoming a victim of Santiago's "Asthma Attack", rolling out of the way in the nick of time, so that the Assassin simply lands on both feet. The momentum that Santiago carries is negated with a well executed forward roll, and little is lost as Dominik swings around in time to see the wily veteran take to a vertical base once again. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ That would have been lights out Fuzz, I can tell you that now. Hayden dodged the bullet right there!
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Dominik went for the Asthma Attack, indeed looking to put this away for good. But as you eluded to Al, Hayden lives to fight another day...
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ For now. [/center] Both men square off right in the center of the ring, with the third lying face down underneath the ring ropes. Santiago, being the larger of the two, quickly exerts his dominance in the collar and elbow tie-up, forcing Hayden downward. An intense game of 'mercy' follows, with the pain clear on the New Zealander's face, yet stubbornly, he does not yield. Instead, Hayden twists out of the hold, turning Santiago around in the process so that Hayden is standing behind him. Like a flash, Hayden leaps into the air, reaching up to grab Santiago around the neck and drag him off his feet. Hayden drops down to a seated position as he falls, letting his opponent collide with venom into his shoulder, a 'crack' echoing out around the arena showing the Neck-Breaker almost living up to its name. The simple act pushes the pendulum of momentum into Hayden's favor, the veteran looking to capitalize on the chance presented before him. Magnus Gunner, having recovered enough to find his feet, charges at the Jackass, but is promptly sent soaring over the top rope and out of the ring, Hayden ducking his strike and pulling the rope down to aid his opponent's fall. As quick as he had come, Magnus was once again lying face down, this time having landed harshly on the lightly padded concrete in front of the commentary desk. The Jackass turns his offense toward the reigning Champion. Dominik had managed to rise to a kneeling position, the pain in his neck stopping him from turning his head fully to the side, so he does not see the lightweight figure of Hayden dashing across the ring toward him. Nor does he see the Jackass leap into the air, sailing feet first toward his skull. Another 'crack' sounds the connection of the move, with Santiago flopping promptly to the mat like a badly tossed pancake which had almost fallen out of the pan, only to be saved by the quick reactions of the amateur pancake flipper. Dom's eyes close tightly, as his head begins to pound, the blood pumping through his temple feeling like a road-work convention had taken place in his brain. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ And suddenly the tides are turning. That was a picture perfectly executed Low-Dropkick from the innovative Kiwi.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ As you would expect from a man like Hayden. He has 'been around the block'... So to speak.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Are you referring to his wrestling skills or his past relationship with Amanda Hallsworth?
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Well, lets just say that both track records have been impressive. But, that's all beside the point. There's a match going on here, you know! [/center] Having landed on his back, Hayden waits for a few moments before kipping up onto his feet, much to the delight of his loyal Jackasses. He glances down at Santiago, crawling about as if he had lost a contact lens, with his eyes still shut tightly in agony. With an idea forming in his mind, as the situation plays out before him, Hayden glances down at his taped left hand. Bringing it up into the air in front of him, Hayden balls his fist ceremoniously, cracking the knuckles on his hand in the process. Again, he looks down at Santiago, who had not managed to get any closer to a vertical base. This time there is menace in the eyes of the former King of the Deathmatch, this time there is determination plastered on his face. With the desire to win brewing within him, Hayden growls as he waits for his opponent to stand and fall into his trap. It takes what seems like an age, but eventually, Santiago rises to his feet, his eyes blinking open for the first time. As he blinks the glare of the lights out of his eyes, he turns around, unsuspectingly turning to face the waiting Jackass. The first thing that the Champion's eyes see is the wound up left fist of Hayden right in front of his face. With a dull thud, the fist lands, catching Santiago right in the middle of his face. Santiago's eyes roll into the back of his head as the "Power of the South-Paw" connects, the Champion's legs turning to jelly underneath him, yet he does not fall. Hayden winds up for a second strike, looking to put Santiago away for good, but instead, he simply pushes him lightly with the index finger on his free hand. It is enough to topple the Champion and send him crashing to the mat, like a mighty Rimu being cut down in the forests of his native land of New Zealand. Hayden smiles his amusement at the sight, the crowd joining in on the festivities, but abruptly, the cheering turns. A puzzled looks fall over the face of the New Zealander for a moment, before he puts two and two together, but it was too late. From behind, his disloyal protege, Magnus Gunner, sneaks up and clobbers the Jackass with a double Axe Handle that sends Hayden stumbling forward, into the ropes in front of him. Gunner follows his strike up with a brutal clothesline that catches Hayden from behind, repaying the favor to his former mentor by sending him sailing head first out of the ring. Hayden's shoulder slams painfully into the metal framing of the ring on his way down, the imposing crunching sound bringing a collective gasp from around the arena, before landing just as awkwardly and just as hard as Gunner had earlier. Inside the ring, Magnus turns his attention to the downed figure of Dominik Santiago, having been gift-wrapped nicely by the hard work of the Jackass. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Did you hear that? Did you see? My gosh, Hayden could have a separated shoulder after that. The frame of the ring there is steel, cold, hard, unforgiving steel. I'd be amazed if he gets up from that.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Aw, come on Fuzz. So, he may have a bruise. He's still got one good arm. Although it does seem that his left shoulder is quite the target tonight, if he's not careful, it might simply drop off...
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ And to make matters worse, the dastardly Rock Messiah, Magnus Gunner is going to capitalize on his hard work and pin Dominik Santiago.
He can't win like this, not this way! [/center] Indeed, Magnus had the twinkle of victory in his eyes. Dropping to the mat, he rolls Santiago up into a pinning predicament, hooking the champion's leg as the ref slides into position to count. "1..."The ref's hand slaps the canvas for the first time in the match. The vocal crowd rise as one, eager to share their minds with the despicable Magnus Gunner. "2..."Again, the hand of the ref slams into the canvas. People wait with bated breath as the Rock Messiah threatens to gatecrash Santiago's party. TBC
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Sept 11, 2010 20:23:37 GMT -5
Just when it seemed Magnus Gunner would be lifted from obscurity and bounced into prominence, the defending champion managed to roll his shoulder over, sending the arena into frenzy and flustering his challenger in the process. The irate Rock Messiah rises to his knees fuming at the mouth, violently snapping his head and shooting a glare at the official who holds his position and hoists two fingers in the air in defense. Clearly in a state of turmoil, and unrest, the enraged Michigander quickly drags the New Age Champion to his feet before forcing the issue with a malicious knee strike to the abdomen. With his foe tentatively stunned, Gunner takes a step back before rotating his hips and swinging his arm across his body. With the clenched fist incoming, the Assassin suddenly ducks, before firing with his own counter punch, delivering a looping, stupefying clout to the nose that sends the Loaded Pistol staggering into the center of the ring. Capturing Gunner’s nearest arm, Dominik reels his adversary in, looking the whip Magnus into the grips of despair. The rocker has other intentions however, exploiting the momentum and using it to adroitly roll and maneuver himself behind the Assassin. Having parried the move, Gunner turns the Irish Whip into his own, pulling Dom in and launching him toward the ropes. As Santiago turns and aspires to rebound, his barrier is pulled away from him as the crafty Kiwi legend strategically pulls down the ropes. The New Age Champion is unable to catch himself and preclude his plight, tripping over the ropes and crashing to the floor beneath.
Pulling himself to his feet and reveling in his most recent success, the former King of Deathmatches turns his attention to his former protégé, and is quickly thrown back into the fire. Magnus wastes no time in pursuing his newest target, throwing himself to Hayden’s position without much pondering. The impulsive decision making by the Rock Messiah plays into the New Zealander’s hand as he slips through the ropes. Ducking his head, Hayden lowers his shoulder, burying his shoulder blade into the gut of the Motor City native. Gunner takes a step back and looks to re-gather himself, and after doing so, attempts to retaliate. The latter attempt is also met with stiff opposition, as Hayden leans over the ropes and swings his elbow, cracking Magnus in the side of the head and leaving his body trembling tremendously. The Kiwi Legend is unable to take advantage of the vulnerable, languid state of the Rock Messiah though, as the New Champion desperately latches onto his foot and prevents him from going airborne. After administering a punishing blow to the hamstring, the Assassin climbs onto the apron and quickly encircles Hayden’s waist, trapping him in a waistlock. With sheer urgency, Hardkore clasps his hands around the top rope, stifling Dominik’s efforts as the champion attempts to lift Hayden off the apron. Noticing the epic struggle transpiring before him, the Rock Messiah quickly charges at his two adversaries before taking to the sky.
Once again fascinating the crowd with his riveting display of athleticism, Magnus leaps over both Dom and Hayden before quickly executing a reverse bodyscissors on the Assassin. As his feet slam onto the floor, Gunner uses the momentum to drag Dominik off the apron, thus causing a chain reaction to occur. While falling into cataclysm, the New Age Champion lifts Hayden off the apron and launches him overhead, sending the Kiwi Legend colliding into the padded floor with a resounding thud.
Colin Jennings: “Good God almighty! Do you hear those moans of agony?!”
Big Al: “A bittersweet symphony created by the maestro himself, Magnus Gunner! What a Powerbomb!”
Colin Jennings: “And the Kiwi Legend got his dues. German Suplexed halfway across the arena!”
Big Al: “We must see an encore of that! What a glorious performance from the “One Man Rock Band!””
The Rock Messiah is the first to his feet, smiling smugly and clearly emerging as the favorite to escape with the New Age Championship. Hoping to continue his dominating performance, Gunner sets his sights on his most enfeebled antagonist, his former Godfather who lies sprawled on the floor. The Loaded Pistol slowly drags Hayden’s lifeless carcass to a vertical base before rolling him back into the center of the squared hell. As the condescending rocker climbs onto the apron, Hardkore displays another jolt of resilience, as the former New Age Champion proves there’s still gas left in the tank. Waiting and plotting in the ready, Hayden anxiously awaits for Gunner to stick his head through the ropes, and when he obliges, he ultimately springs into action. Holding his injured shoulder, Hayden quickly rises before lifting his nearest leg and blasting the arrogant Detroiter in the face, closing his mouth full of vanity and conceit, and befuddling him in the process. The stuporous kick that tarnished the Michigander’s mug gave Hayden a window of opportunity to deliver a lethal blow, and he would not allow the winds of change to gust through the arena and blow away his chances. The wily veteran takes a half step to size up his adversary, before stepping forward and bending his knee, drilling Magnus in the temple with a knee trembler of a shot that threatens to shatter the very fabric of Gunner’s cerebrum.
They said the ones you didn’t see coming, always hurt the most, and the Rock Messiah could definitely attest to that saying as he was left motionless and flummoxed due to the dehabilitating knee lift. A glimmer of hope shined in the eyes of the Kiwi Legend as he sneered down at his fallen, former protégé, clearly feeling that he was closing in on his second New Age Championship reign. As the dizzied rocker began to stir, the opportunistic New Zealander stooped into a crouched position, cocking his fist back, narrowing his eyes, and completely blocking out the outside world. His focus was solely on his target, the wounded Magnus Gunner who rose in defiance but inadvertently spurred his adversary into action. Swinging with a fist packed with enmity, Hayden looked to be on target, but the clout failed to meet its target. Thanks to evasive maneuvering, Magnus successfully dodged the lightning strike of a haymaker Hayden patented as the “Power of the Southpaw,” coercing Hardkore into a stumbling state. As the Kiwi Legend tried to recover his footing, Magnus had already scouted the situation and began to strike. The Rock Messiah quickly grasped Hayden’s near arm and began wrenching it, before planting the sole of his boot into the sternum of his foe. As he attempted to climb his adversary and truly make him “Shagadelic”, the former EVPW Godfather escaped the jaws of defeat and what seemed to be his impending demise, freeing his arm before quickly and swiftly capturing Gunner’s foot in his armpit. As Gunner lands supinely and at a clear disadvantage, Magnus desperately begins kicking with his free leg. Much to his chagrin, Hayden captures that leg as well, perturbing the Rock Messiah and allowing Hardkore to complete his gameplan. The Kiwi Legend steps in between Magnus’ legs before wrapping them around his own. With the Loaded Pistol completely defenseless, the Wellington born challenger turns Gunner onto his belly, whilst stepping over him before reclining back, compressing his foe’s legs, and leaving him yelping in agony. With the crowd a perfect pandemonium, on the edge of it’s seats, all eyes turn to the ring, where Gunner’s protruding hand suddenly hovers over the mat, wincing in agony from the infamous submission hold.
“He's got it locked in! He countered the Shagadelic, and turned it into the Sharpshooter! What a counter by that washed up has-been!”
“And just to remind you Al, it’s with the Sharpshooter, that Hayden gained his first New Age Championship, making JOE tap out for the first time in his career. Could we see lightning strike twice in the favor of the legend?”
“You’d have a better chance of being mauled by both a polar and grizzly bear in the same day. If Magnus is anything like the competitor I believe he is, he won’t dare tap out! Hold on kid!”
“This could very well be it. Will the Rock Messiah reach his breaking point, and catapult Hayden Hardkore to the top of GHW’s food chain!”
With Magnus on the precipice of defeat, the New Age Champion would have a say in the matter, climbing onto the apron and capturing the attention of the fans. With no intentions to be a transitional champion, Dominik quickly leaped onto the top rope, using the elasticity of the cables to springboard back inside the ring. Gracefully soaring through the atmosphere, Dominik lunged straight at his oblivious target, the Kiwi Legend who was totally incognizant of his fate which was plummeting down upon him. The Assassin wrapped Hayden’s head in his armpit before falling to a seated position on the canvas, while simultaneously dragging his foe forward. In the blink of an eye, the Jackass and renown legend was removed from the driver’s seat, and buried into the mat with a wicked vengeance.
“And Dom has answered my questions rather emphatically. Springboard Bulldog that prevents what could have been the crowning of a new champion!”
“Magnus hung on just long enough. That’s just a testament of his determination to succeed!”
All three superstars lie dormant on the mat, each man panting heavily and completely exhausted, and pushed beyond their normal limits. They sit inert, holding one unified aspiration; to leave the New Age Champion. And as the match progressed, that dream and hope would remain hanging by a thread, ready to be cut by either man’s opponent.
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