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Post by Dustin Delta on Oct 10, 2010 19:28:12 GMT -5
The crowd falls silent as the AJ Scally/Young Gangsta match comes to a close, the opening bout exciting and thrilling. The HD cameras, which are feeding live to the InDemandPPV channels throughout the U.S.A. and various channels around the world, zoom in on the delighted face of Charlie Coors.
"The following is a Liberate to Live match, and it is for the GHW Television Championship! The combatants in this match will be surrounded by a steel cell, with a 6 ft x 6 ft chunk removed from the roof. As well as the cell, the fighters shall be surrounded by lumberjacks, whose sole intention is to keep the action in the ring. The only way to win is by climbing a rope ladder which is thrown from the hole in the roof at a superstars request."
"Chasing the Rapture" begins to play over the P/A system, the song by 10 Years inspiring cheers from the audience in the famed GHW Arena. The first verse plays, testing the patience of Glory and Honor Wrestling's fans.
Putrid words from sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We’re just making sounds
The pride of a lion is your disguise But the fear of a coward’s in your eyes
The curtain opens, and James Walker comes out first. He stands on the right side of the stage, smiling. Ryan Hughes follows, and moves to the left side of the stage. Damien Delta walks out, a huge arrogant smirk on his face. The house lights go red and start flashing in a strobe light-like manner, and Dustin Delta jumps out of the tunnel, joining his brother in the center of the stage. The Floridian Falcon leads them down the ramp. Delta high fives some fans in the front row as they approach ringside. Delta stops at ringside and looks at the environment before him, the cell, and the ring with the north and south sets of ropes removed. He smirks at his devilish creation as the party of four walk under the cage, which is elevated above the floor until the match is prepared. Dustin slides feet-first into the ring, while Damien, Ryan, and James stand at ringside.
You’re chasing the rapture Praying for a Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves
We need more then miracles We need to answer For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves
Out sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime
The end is running late tonight
The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes Careful what you’re asking for [/color] Dustin jumps up, both feet on the top of the south-west turnbuckle and third rope of the west set. He points up, grinning into the cheering audience. The Human Fighter Jet backflips off, landing in the center of the ring. He paces around, waiting for the match to begin. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Oct 11, 2010 9:24:08 GMT -5
The arena is jam packed tonight like it is every week and everybody is excited. Suddenly the crowd’s excitement turns into anger as “Patience” by Nas and Damien Marley begins to blare over the P.A. system. The titantron replays highlights throughout Reeves’ GHW career as the lights begin to dim. There is shuffling behind the velvet red curtains before The Sketch Kid comes walking out with a smug looks on his face as usual. He is sporting a red, short-sleeved shirt that has “Prepare to be Sketched Out!” labeled on it as well as the Television Championship wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Here comes the champion!”
“He seems to be back in step after regaining his championship.”
Here we are... Here we are...
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye Ni kêra môgô Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni Ni kêra môgô
Some of the smartest dummies Can't read the language of Egyptian mummies An' a fly go a moon And can't find food for the starving tummies Pay no mind to the youths Cause it's not like the future depends on it But save the animals in the zoo Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money This is how the media pillages On the TV the picture is Savages in villages And the scientist still can't explain the pyramids, huh Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids Stereotyping the image of the images And this is what the image is You buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known Put the worst on display so the world can see And that's all they will ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like they could be at home Dem get tricked by the beast But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown? Solomonic linage whe dem still can't defeat and them coulda never clone My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord
Only seconds later, The Revolutionaries come walking out from behind the curtains sporting their cocky grins. They position themselves behind El Negro with their arms crossed looking like an intimidating and cohesive group. Reeves pays no attention to them and begins walking down the ramp ignoring the jeering fans, leaving them to Eli who verbally reprehends every single one of them. Within seconds he reaches the bottom of the ramp and takes his time walking up the steel steps with no intention of rushing things. The New York Native peers around the arena at the audience and shakes his head in disappointment as if they had done something wrong before he turns right along the ring apron and patiently waits. Eli Young climbs up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope holding the ropes open for his boss. The Sketch Kid just nods his head before climbing between the top and middle ropes with his bodyguard following shortly after.
“Reeves still isn’t touching the ring ropes. What a prince!”
“Colin, he’s the champion.”
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye Ni kêra môgô Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni Ni kêra môgô
Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all? We growing wiser, are we just growing tall? Can you read thoughts? can you read palms? Huh, can you predict the future? can you see storms, coming? The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh The average man can't prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of And still won't research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they're smart and cunning Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that's when their nose start running And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you read stars? Can you make peace? can you fight war? Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh Can you survive, Against All Odds, Now?
The moment Reeves enters the ring he climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and gazes among the masses once again. The only difference this time is that he points at his shirt while mouthing something that can not be picked up by the cameras. After a few seconds of playing to the crowd, he climbs down from the turnbuckle and turns toward the next turnbuckle that is completely adjacent from the one he just mounted. The Young Legend crosses the ring at a quickening pace before climbing up that turnbuckle and this time raising his arms into the air as if he had just won something. Even though his approach was different the crowd’s reaction remains the same but he couldn’t care lass about what they think.
“Last month Dustin Delta won the Television Championship from Reeves and then two weeks later Reeves had won his title back. Now they battle once again at what seemingly is going to be their final bout for quite a while.”
“I think it's safe to say that whoever wins here will not have to worry about defending their title against the other for some time.”
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye Ni kêra môgô Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni Ni kêra môgô
Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an? And was it a lightning storm That gave birth to the earth And then dinosaurs were born? damn Who made up words? who made up numbers? And what kind of spell is mankind under? Everything on the planet we preserve and can it Microwaved it and try it No matter what we'll survive it What's hu? what's man? what's human? Anything along the land we consuming Eatin', deletin', ruin Trying to get paper Gotta have land, gotta have acres So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson Watch niggas play the game like the lakers In a world full of 52 fakers Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders Make a wish for the day cuz Like somebody got a doll of me Stickin' needles in my arteries But I can't feel it Sometimes it's like 'pardon me, but I got a real big spirit' I'm fearless.... I'm fearless Don't you try and grab hold of my soul It's like a military soldier since seven years old I held real dead bodies in my arms Felt their body turn cold, oh Why we born in the first place If this is how we gotta go? Damn
After dismounting the second turnbuckle Reeves turns his attention to Charlie Coors, who is standing innocently in the middle of the ring. The GHW announcer raises the microphone in preparation to speak but before he can utter a single word his microphone is snatched away by Eli Young who then pushes the announcer out of the way. He takes his place in the center of the ring and begins to speak as the music dies down.
“Hypocrites and parasites of all ages! Allow me to introduce to you the greatest thing to have ever happened to professional wrestling! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds of pure greatness! He hails from New York City, New York! The Sketch Kid…Reeves!”
“Is it me or does Eli Young sound more professional every week?!”
“Trust me, Al, it’s just you.”
Reeves raises his right arm into the air after hearing his name announcer. The crowd takes a different approach and begins to boo him once more. It even comes to the point where the crowd begins to shower the ring with their garbage sending a message to the two men in the ring even though they choose to ignore it. Reeves removes his shirt from his back and tosses it to his bodyguard before taking his place in the nearest corner and jumping up and down in preparation for his match. Meanwhile, Eli Young exits the ring to the outside where he leaves the shirt lying on the steel steps and takes his place near the apron to cheer on his boss.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Oct 13, 2010 17:10:52 GMT -5
Several spotlights flash as the cell descends upon ringside. Every lumberjack watches as the cage falls to the floor, but Reeves and Dustin keep their eyes on each other, a deep hatred found in their glares. The cell is prepared, and now an official climbs to the top to man the rope ladder. The official is in place, and he signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell.
DING DING DING!
Both superstars circle around the ring, and the move slowly towards the center, and the combatants enter a classic collar-and-elbow tie up. Reeves easily takes over, manhandling his minuscule opponent. The New York Native lifts the Floridian up into the air, as if he was in the middle of delivering a suplex. He tosses Delta into James, Hughes, and Damien, who catch him mid-fall and toss him back into the ring. The Everglades Kid connects with a crossbody, taking down the Television Champion. Dustin returns to a vertical base, with his fists clenched. He mounts himself atop the chest of Reeves, throwing a barrage of punches at the head of the Young Legend. Delta rolls off, and demonic smirk on his face. The Human Fighter Jet picks Reeve up off the floor, and tosses his doubled over body to Hughes, Damien and James, who rapidly crush the Television Champion. Dustin grins as he watches the decimation and downfall of Reeves, but The Revolutionaries enter the ring and begin a beat down on Dustin Delta, knocking him down and mudhole stomping away. Dustin is now down, bruised on his back and torso as his backup tosses Reeves back into the ring. The Revolutionaries return to ringside as both superstars lie in the ring, unresponsive. Reeves reaches for the east set of ropes, which are, luckily, just within reach. The Sketch Kid grabs the second rope and quickly pulls himself up to his feet, and notices the brutalized condition Dustin has been put in so quickly into the match. Believing he can spit in the face of the EVO rookie, he signals for the rope ladder, so he may beat his opponents own creation in record time. The crowd boos as the rope ladder is rolled down at El Negro's command.
"Reeves is looking to end this match quickly and humiliate Dustin Delta!"
"This is so unfair! Did you not see what The Revolutionaries did? They got into the ring and beat down Dustin, which is strictly against the rules!"
"In a Liberate to Live match, there are no rules, Al, just like any other contest contested within a cage." [/b][/color] Reeves begins to climb up the rope ladder, with quickness and agility. Dustin returns to his feet and takes a look at the scenario at hand. He quickly runs across the easternmost ropes and off the rebound jumps up, connecting an elbow to the temple of Reeves, knocking the GHW Television Champ off the ladder and down to the mat. Dustin holds his elbow in pain, as he landed on it, and Reeves cuddles his head as he rests on the squared circle. With no one to climb up the ladder, the official rolls it back up, as is the way the match works. Delta backs up against the ropes and locks his arms around them, taking a breather, as the action has picked up rather quickly in this match. Reeves wipes a hand across his temple, checking for bloodshed. Fortunately, the skin has not been breached. The New York Native musters up a small bit of strength and kips up to his feet. Delta, who is still wrapped around the ropes and dazed, watches as Reeves runs at him, connecting with a shin to the chest and a knee to the face. Dustin unwraps his right hand and holds his nose after the devastating knee strike. Reeves couldn’t care less, as he grabs the arm that the Floridian Falcon is using to hide his nose and pulls him to his feet. He puts Dustin’s arm around the back of his neck and lifts Delta up into a suplex position, most likely going for a Vertical suplex. As Reeves swings Delta down, the Everglades Native hooks his arms around Reeves’ neck and hits a falling cutter. “Nice reversal there by the quote un-quote rookie, Dustin Delta.”[/color] “I actually gotta say, Dustin doesn’t deserve the title of rookie. He’s much better than that! Last month at Code Blue, he took Reeves to hell and back. And to Delta’s advantage, he has so much momentum going into this match—he beat Shawn Dreamer and TNT, and he won the KFC in the Sky ladder match on EVO.” Dustin holds his nose in pain for a moment, checking for blood. A small nosebleed had started, but he knew this wasn’t his primary concern. He went over to the New York Native and pulled him up to his feet, Reeves doubled over. Dustin took a few steps back, and faced him and his battered foe who was in his grip towards the east side of the ring. He looked over at Hughes and the crew, and they all headed to the east side. Ryan went under the apron and pulled out a sharp knife, Hughes smirking. “Knives like that are not usually placed under the ring. One of Dustin’s backup soldiers must of planted that there before the match!”“It’s not important that it was planted there—it’s important what they’re going to do with it. Speaking of which—what’s going on right now?”[/b][/color] Damien took the knife out of Ryan’s hand, cutting the middle and bottom ropes on the east side, leaving only the top rope and the western most set of ropes. Dustin snarled a bit and tossed Reeves forward and out of the ring, feeding him to the feral dogs. James and Delta pinned him to the wall while Ryan furiously tried to keep The Revolutionaries away from them. Dustin turned back to the west ropes and ran forward. Off of the bounce-back, Dustin runs at the east side. He grabs the top rope and swings his feet forward, and releases his grip on the rope. He delivers a catastrophic kick to the jaw of the Television Champion, which inspires an “OHHHHH!” in the audience.[/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Oct 16, 2010 0:22:38 GMT -5
The impact of the springboard style kick leaves an aching pain in Reeves’ jaw as he crumbles to the ground in pain once released by his opponent’s two lackeys. They dust their hands off and help Dustin to his feet but the sound of Ryan Hughes’ head being slammed into the cage wall catches their attention; it is no surprise that he was unable to handle the three-on-one odds. The currently able Fighty fighty persons from both stables collide with one another in attempt to protect their ally.
“And it’s on!”
“These two stables absolutely hate each other.”
The brawl does not cease despite the hollering from the officials located on the outside of the ring. Mighty Man Millson II has the upper hand on Dustin Delta but is caught of guard when the EVO Rookie’s fingers dig into his eye sockets damaging his ocular vision. The Deathmatch Majesty desperately stumbles away and turns his attention to his opponent who has just rolled under the top rope into the ring. Reeves’ intentions are not clear as he stands to his feet with his back toward the western ropes and turns toward Millson waiting for him with a grin on his face. He had done something when the camera was focused in on the fight but nothing seems to have changed except for the look on his face.
“Reeves seems suspiciously happy. What did he do?”
“Haha, that sly dog!”
Dustin Delta slides into the ring and rises quickly to his feet quite conscious of what Reeves had done or is planning to do. He looks around once more to see if anything has changed but nothing seems odd, not that he would have noticed anyway because of the odd state that the ring is in now with its peculiar design. Double D has picked the wrong time to investigate as Reeves takes advantage of the distraction and dashes toward his opponent, bending forward, and driving his right shoulder into Delta’s gut, sending him spine first into the nearest turnbuckle. The EVO Rookie quickly begins to hammer down on his opponent’s back in an attempt to break free but his effort is futile as Reeves takes a slightly step back before quickly thrusting his shoulder right back into his opponent’s abdominal area with even more force than the first time.
“We are witnessing ruthless aggression from Reeves. He still might be fuming after that kick from earlier. I don’t think he expected such a high-risk move so early in the matchup.”
The second shoulder thrust is all that Reeves can get in before Delta clasps both of his hands together and slams them down against El Negro’s spine with all of his effort. Reeves jerks away from his opponent grasping his back with his left hand while slightly bent forward to allow himself to do so. Delta catches his breath after receiving two direct blows to his gut but is already back on the offensive not wanting Reeves to get the opportunity to strike once again. He charges out of the corner and uses his right hand to grab at Reeves’ dreadlocks before leaping forward; driving Reeves face-first into the canvas with a bulldog much to the audience’s delight.
“The self-proclaimed Breakout Star is in control once again.”
The fighting seems to have dispersed on the outside of the ring as both stables retreat to their respective sides while throwing insults back and forth. Now that they are not fighting one another they are cheering for their teammates to motivate them to victory, so far it appears that only The Corps’ cheers have gone through. Delta rolls quickly to his feet and eagerly readies himself for his dark-skinned opponent to stand. His expectations are soon met as the New York Native stumbles to his feet, holding his head, rocked from the bulldog. Double D grabs his opponent by the wrist and sends him into the western ring ropes with authority, preparing himself for the return trip. As Reeves comes dashing back he gains control of the momentum and leaps high into the air with his legs spread prepared to kick the EVO Rookie’s head off but Delta catches him perfectly in midair and drops to a kneeling position slamming him back first onto the canvas.
“Dustin just reversed the leg lariat attempt by Reeves and turned it into a powerbomb! He’s getting more and more tactical in the ring every time we see him.”
“There are vast signs of improvement every time he faces off against Reeves.”
The crowd begins to clap to show their approval for Dustin’s ring awareness. Instead of rolling backward out of the kneeling position like most people would do after a powerbomb, Delta wraps his arms around Reeves’ ankles with the left ankle under his right arm and vice versa. The Deathmatch Majesty stands up and tries to turn his opponent over onto his belly but Reeves uses his leg strength to twist out of the grip and sent Dustin stumbling through the western ring ropes to the outside.
“Dustin Delta has just entered the danger zone!”
The Revolutionaries rush to where Double D is lying and begin to stomp away on his limp body while the opportunity still presents itself. It does not take long for The Corps to arrive on scene and another brawl breaks out between the two groups igniting another enthusiastic reaction from the crowd. While the two stables are fighting on the outside they pay no attention to the Young Legend who has stumbled back to his feet and is beckoning for the referee to drop the ladder rope for him to climb. The ladder rope falls from the ceiling within seconds and The Sketch Kid grabs hold and begins to make his journey to the top of the cell soon gathering the attention of his opponent.
“He started climbing too early. You’d better get down Reeves, you’ve been spotted!”
The champion ignored Big Al’s advice and ends up paying for it as Dustin Delta slides into the ring and grabs hold of the bottom of the rope ladder before giving it a good shake that causes the ladder to spin and twist. The shaking becomes too much and Reeves loses his balance and falls backward with his legs getting hooked up between two of the rope steps. The image of him hanging upside down from the rope ladder gets a big pop from the crowd; they laugh their butts off while he struggles to pull his legs free.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Oct 18, 2010 0:32:59 GMT -5
Dustin, still reeling a bit from The Revolutionaries beat-down, maneuvers himself around the opposite side of the rope ladder, and advances above Reeves. Delta looks up at the exit, still about a yard and a half away, and shakes his head, looking out into the capacity crowd. He yells just loud enough to be audible. "IT ENDS TONIGHT!" The challenger calls at the top of his lungs, and turns around so only his heel was on the rope ladder, but he kept one arm wrapped around the side. Reeves pulls himself up to a vertical sit-up position, so his chest is facing the roof of the cage. Dustin jumps a few inches forward, bringing his knees to his chest. He extends his legs down, pressing them against the chest of Reeves. Unfortunately, with no surface below the New York Native, the Human Fighter Jet goes into a nosedive, falling to the mat. He hit the canvas full-force onto his upper back, while El Negro was left upside-down on the rope ladder, his blood rushing to his head. The crowd begins clapping and applauding the efforts made so far by both combatants. Both superstars are motionless, trying to muster up the strength to move. Reeves moves first, attempting to pull his torso up like a crunch, so he could reach his ankles and fix his predicament so he could continue up the ladder, and to victory. The crowd boos as Reeves' legs swing out, and his arms hold onto the side of the ladder, now able to rise up to the exit. Slowly, ignoring the pain in his abdomen, he continues his effort. Those in attendance watched in horror as the infamous Sketch Kid made his way toward the exit, Delta rendered incapable of doing anything. Suddenly, one of the men at ringside entered the ring and began to pursue the Young Legend--it was Damien Delta, the callow sibling of the Deathmatch Majesty. The Archer Native grabbed the ankle of Reeves, desperately attempting to prevent the Television Champion from leaving the mew. The Revolutionaries entered the squared circle, as did Ryan Hughes and James Walker, and so carnage ensued, the canvas hosting an all-out riot! “Yeah, baby! This is classic GHW! Blood and pure chaos! This is what we need—match of the night already! (chuckle)”“No—this isn’t right! The lumberjacks are meant to keep the action in the ring, not get into it themselves!”"That doesn't matter--it's not like one of these guys can be disqualified anyway!"[/b][/color] Damien swung his legs up, kicking Reeves in the back, right in the spine. The New York Native loses his grip a bit, his left hand falling off the rope ladder. His right hand alone can't hold him and the younger Delta Brother, and so they both fall to the canvas. The horrific blitz in the ring continues--Reeves fighting Damien, Ryan fighting Millson, Ryder and Young double teaming against Walker. The sly kid from Everglades slides himself to ringside unseen by the kin of terror in the ring. Dustin checks himself for blood and injury, and upon realizing his current state is fine, he throws the apron up subtly. Moments later, he pulls out a package of light-tubes tied together. He looks them up and down, smirking as the excitement intensifies in the famed GHW Arena. The official a top the damned chain-link confine rolled the rope ladder back up as the Human Fighter Jet made his way over to the west side of the ring, the only remaining side of the platform with a full set of ropes remaining. Dustin shook off the last of the pain left in him from the fall and tossed the light tube package horizontally between the second rope--which for the most part, knocked down those in the ring, leaving only Damien and Reeves on both feet. The Floridian Falcon jumps to the top rope and springboards off like a trampoline, swinging a forearm forward full-force at Reeves, knocking the reigning and defending Television Champion down flat on his back. Dustin quickly returns to his feet, scanning the junkyard of fallen bodies. He walks over to Damien and quietly gives his vernal brother a command. The Archer Arsonist responds with a simple nod, and he steps out of the ring, and yells at an official outside of the cage to unlock the door. He quickly does, and Damien leaves, sprinting to the backstage area--leaving the audience in a state of confusion. "What the hell? Did Dustin Delta just COMMAND one of his lumberjacks to leave?""We don't know that he's leaving--we know that Dustin is not only a master in the ring, but he's a cunning strategist as well, Colin."[/b][/color] Following his instruction to Damien, the former Television Champion began to clear the lumberjacks out of the ring--some leaving on their own, others still downed and being forcefully removed. The ring was cleared, and all that remained was Dustin, Reeves, and half-shattered light tube, shards of glass scattered in the south-west district of the squared circle. Delta turned to face El Negro, who is now trying to sit up. The EVO Rookie takes a step back, and as the Young Legend sits up, Dustin runs forward one knee being placed on the chest, and the other foot kicking Reeves in the foot, a Shining Wizard connecting with a horrific impact. Dustin kneels on one knee for a moment, grinning. He turns his head back just in time to see Damien rushing back to the ring, wrist tape in hand. The adolescent sibling of the former T.V. Champ tosses the tape to Dustin, who quickly grabs some of the glass shards from the canvas, and places them on his fists, jabbing out, while he taped himself up--he almost seemed like Wolverine. Pure evil consumed his thoughts and eyes as he backed into the northwest corner, his feet stomping, anxious to pounce when Reeves was up. The crowd went absolutely insane at the thought of blood being shed yet again in what was sure to go down as a Match of the Year candidate. Reeves grabbed the second turnbuckle padding in the opposite corner of the ring, trying to use it for support as he steadied himself, rising to a standing position. As the New York Native reached a vertical position, the challenger reached a prone position, as Mighty Man Millson grabbed the heel of Dustin's foot and pulled back, knocking the rookie onto his stomach. Reeves had been out of it at that point, so it took him a moment to scan around and take note of the situation. He noticed the knife-like shards of glass hidden in the tape of Dustin Delta. The Young Legend slowly walked over to his fallen foe, smiling nefariously. Reeves looks into the mob of hypocrites and liars, locked behind inferior gaurdrails and the camera zooms in on the demonic look that is "sketched" into his face. El Negro lifts his left foot about a foot off the mat, and slams it down into the hand of Dustin, pushing the shards of glass into the skin of the Floridian. The kid screams in agony and displeasure as the white tape slowly turns dark red, blood pouring through, out on to the mat. [/center]
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Post by Sketch Kid on Oct 20, 2010 20:46:26 GMT -5
The last minute save by Mighty Man Millson does not go unappreciated as Reeves flashes him a grin. Knowing Reeves, a grin is one hell of an approval, which is why Millson can’t help but smile back. After driving the glass shards deep enough into Delta’s hand, Reeves lifts his foot off of it and takes a step back to watch his opponent’s right hand run wild with crimson liquid. The reprieve of pain that Dustin has been given is not long lasting as Reeves is already barking orders to his partner, Millson, to grab him a steel chair.
“The Television Champion is taking advantage of an opportunity. That’s what he does best, huh?”
“You say it as though you don’t already know. He is indeed the Sketch Kid and for a good reason, too.”
The crowd begins to boo and chant “You suck!” as they watch the Daddy’s Boy pull out a steel chair from under the ring apron and slide it in to his partner. Ryan Hughes does not stand idly by to watch as his rookie is about to be physically dissected and jumps into action attacking Mighty Man Millson with a barrage of punches that gets a pop out of the audience as they are getting a preview of what is going to happen later on in the night. Back inside of the ring, Reeves slightly unfolds the chair and places it on the ground with Dustin’s right hand place between the seat and the back of the chair. The Television Champion begins to have his hands violently into the air while letting out a large war cry before running and rebounding off of the western, and only remaining, ring ropes. On his return trip he leaps high into the air and brings his hands to his knees before spreading them apart and splashing abdomen first across the steel chair with his weight crushing Delta’s hand!
“Oh my-!”
“It looks like Reeves does not need turnbuckles to perform aerial moves. It’s no surprise seeing as how that guy has got some serious jumps.”
The Sketch Kid rolls onto his back and clutches his gut in pain while kicking his legs in the air as the pain of his body hitting the steel leaves him suffering. The grass is no greener on Dustin Delta’s side as he manages to pull his bloody hand out of the dented chair and hold it close to his chest. Neither man looks like he is going to be making an attempt for the ladder at the moment; too much bad blood has been spilled between the two, escalating the situation.
“Reeves could have just stomped on the steel chair but instead he decided to be all flashy and paid for it.”
“It’s not all about ‘flash’, Colin. If you knew anything about geometry you would know that a lot more pressure was put on Dustin’s hand when Reeves used all of his weight and got a good amount of air compared to just a regular stomp.”
Back on the outside of the ring the two of the lumberjacks who are set to square of later in the night, Ryan Hughes and Mighty Man Millson, are going at it. The battle is currently in Ryan’s favor as he is grinding the Daddy Boy’s prized face against the cold hard steel causing some damage to his facial features. The people on that side of the cage wall lean over the barricade to snap pictures; it is likely that those pictures would surface on Twitter and Facebook before the night is over.
“The unforgiving steel is tearing away at Mighty Man Millson’s face!”
“These two are set to square off later tonight in a number on contender’s match for the New Age Championship. It looks like neither could wait, it’s no surprise seeing as they both have been trading words these past couple of weeks.”
Both Eli Young and Robertson Ryder slide into the ring and make work of Dustin Delta, stomping mercilessly away at his body, targeting the injured right hand whenever the opportunity arises. Their intrusion does not go unnoticed as Damien Delta and James Walker slide in and intercept delivering a double dropkick that knocks both bodyguards down and sends them rolling to the outside of the ring. Seeing as Dustin had been attacked, James and Damien decide to even out the battlefield as they turn their attention to Reeves who is on his hands and knees attempting to rise to his feet.
“What’s going on?! Those two think that they’re sneaky, eh?”
“They’re simply evening things out, partner.”
The Sketch Kid stumbles to his feet clutching his gut in pain from his frog-styled splash from earlier. Within seconds he comes to realize that two lumberjacks are staring him down and he stumbles backward holding his free hand up in the air as if signaling them to stop. Neither Damien nor James can believe it, is he really asking for peace? An eager Damien does not heed El Negro’s plea and lunges toward him with the intention to make a name for himself. His eagerness costs him as Reeves side steps and Damien Delta runs right out of the ring, seeing as there is no ring ropes, and slightly falls forward before crashing into the cage wall.
“Damien might have gotten a little too far ahead of himself. He should have waited Walker’s orders.”
While Reeves turns to laugh at his opponent’s brother, James Walker comes from behind and clubs him on the back with enough force that he staggers the champion. Walker then bends him slightly backward and wraps his right arm around the neck of the Sketch Kid before dropping to a seated position, driving the back of Reeves’ head into the canvas with an inverted DDT. Feeling that his work is done, James rolls out of his seated position to the outside of the ring where he plays the role of spectator once more.
“One move and he’s out of there; if you’re going to cheat at least take full advantage of the opportunity.”
“I’d like to think that James was just giving Dustin more time to recover.”
The camera zooms in on Dustin’s right hand as the challenger stumbles to his feet after the exit of James Walker. It is still bleeding and looks a little swollen from Reeves’ vicious tactics. That does not stop the Deathmatch Majesty from taking advantage of the moment; he slams his right boot down against the side of Reeves’ head causing the champion’s body to slightly spasm as his eyes roll back. Dustin had successfully caused his opponent’s head to become clouded with pain and confusion. Taking advantage of the time given he turns to James Walker and beckons for some tape for his injured hand. James grabs the roll of tap from earlier that had been knocked out of the ring during the commotion and tosses it to Dustin who catches it with his left hand. Using his teeth to unravel the tape, Delta slowly but surely manages to wrap his hand in tape in an attempt to seal the wound, despite the fact that there are still shards of glass from the light tubes stuck in his knuckles.
“It looks like instead of getting his hand checked out, Delta is going to carry on through the match.”
“Taping his hand is about the best thing he can do at the moment. You’ve got to remember, Colin, this kid is no stranger to injuries.”
Once finished sealing up as much of the wound as he can, Delta tosses the tape aside and turns back to Reeves, who is now grasping his head with a throbbing headache. Double D reaches down and grabs his opponent by the dreadlocks before dragging him to his feet. Without releasing his grip, Delta brings his right knee up and smashes it against Reeves’ face before switching and doing the same thing with his left knee. He delivers one blow after another with malice intent as he is filled with rage and looking to express it. It is not until Reeves’ body becomes limp that Delta finally stops kneeing him and lets go of his dreadlocks causing the dark-skinned superstar to crash to the canvas completely out of it.
{TBC: Dustin Delta}
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Post by Dustin Delta on Oct 24, 2010 15:01:07 GMT -5
Reeves falls to a prone position following the hard-hitting knee by Dustin. Delta smirks evilly, standing over the Television Champion. The Everglades native looks towards The Revolutionaries so he can boast until the last breath of air escapes his lungs, but quickly realizes that Big Robinson Ryder is no longer there. Delta is yelling, demanding to know where he is, but Milson and Eli seem just as puzzled as the EVO Rookie. The camera tilts up to reveal an unconscious official. Ryder is securing a glass pane atop the cage, completely covering the 6x6 opening. The capacity crowd in attendance boos as Milson's partner in what was formerly known as Big Mighty Ltd. ruins Dustin's chances of winning--or so it seems. The entirety of the amphitheater bursts into cheers as Chip Diddy runs out of the crowd and begins scaling the cage. He sneaks up behind Ryder, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
"Of course, we shouldn't seen this coming-The Corps coming to Dustin Delta's aid."
"Quit complaining! We're watching one for the highlight reel, and all you can do is whine!" [/b][/color] Diddy jumps onto the back of Ryder and locks in Minute to Meltdown, drawing in a mixed reaction from the audience. Slowly, Ryder falls into a state of apnea, and Chip removes the glass pane, rolling down the rope ladder for Dustin, who runs to the west ropes and jumps off, grabbing the ladder before it's rolled out all the way. The Human Fighter Jet slowly begins scaling the ladder, making his way to victory, liberating himself from the confines of that hellhole. Reeves grabs the top eastern rope, the only rope remaining besides the west set. He pulls himself to a vertical base, and aloofly walks to the ladder. As the New York Native begins his way up, Dustin is taking immediate notice. He nods at Diddy, who hands Delta the glass pane. The challenger carefully turns around, keeping his balance. He slams the glass pane down onto the head of Reeves, who falls to the mat. El Negro rises to one knee rather quickly, trying to pull shards of glass out of his scalp. The crowd begins chanting to Delta--"ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!""This Boston crowd really wants to see Reeves get hurt tonight. It's kinda scary, if you think about it."Dustin smirks demonically. Damien, James and Ryan try to tell him to just leave, but of course the stubborn rookie doesn't listen. Delta put both hands behind his hand and jump up and rolls in the air. The capacity crowd in the GHW Arena pops huge a the kid goes for a 450 Splash. As the Floridian Falcon returns to the ring, Reeves stands and extends a leg up an back--a high impact superkick nailing Dustin in the jaw as both men fall to the floor, Reeves recoiling to one knee. Delta began couching up blood, which could not possibly be a good sign. In fact, the Floridian may be out cold, as Reeves crawls over to the bottom west rope, grabbing it so he may go up. [/center]
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