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Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 10, 2010 21:04:58 GMT -5
Pre-Match Promo: Click HereThe Death March Instrumental by Andrew Lynch begins to blare from the PA system prompting the crowd into motion, signalling to them that the main event is but a few moments away. Big Al: "You know what I don't get Fuzz, why even now they make Walker come out first. Traditionally it's the champions place to come out last, keep the challenger and the crowd waiting."
Fuzz Jennings: "Well, Hayden is the New Age champion."
Big Al: "And Dominik...?"
Charlie Coors stands in the center of the ring, drawing the fans attention to the tables stacked in the area around which. Some in folded bundles while a few stand open, giving even the dimmest of fans a fighting chance at guessing atleast one of the match types that lie ahead. ~~Charlie Coors~~ "The following match-up is the Glory Versus Honour: Full Circle main event and it is for both the King Of The Deathmatch Championship AND the New Age Championship! The titles will be contested in a best of three setup wherein the winner will be crowned when they score not one but two falls over their opponents. Introducing first...!" On that note Thomas struts to the stage with a smug grin stretched across his pasty white chops and a look in his eyes showing a confidence not atall daunted by the prospect of having to come through another triple threat to retain his title. Yet again changing his dresswear especially for the PPV Thomas has gone with an altogether gilded crust signalling his intent for the evening by dawning gold elbow & knee pads, gold trimmed white boots, silver & gold trunks and as usual a crown at a slightly titled angle on his head. His usual red waistcoat has been abandoned in favour of a Roadkill team t-shirt available in stores everywhere from October 24th. His prized championship is hooked over his left arm, glistening in the flourescent arena lighting only exentuates its beauty. ~~Charlie Coors~~ "Making his way to the ring. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds...Hailing from Huntsville, Alabama...He is the current KING of the deathmatch...Thomas WALKER!"
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Picture of perfection..."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Oh please!" Thomas makes his slow march to the ring but not before planting a kiss on the face plate of his title, his relaxed pace gets under the skin of fans who through all manner of things in his direction--from programs to empty cups he shrugs this off as nothing more than rowdy fans getting too emotionally involved in the product until he sees a familiar face in the middle of the chaos. Between the general spot faced fans are two leather clad rough looking, built for trouble biker types, one with an impressive MoHawk who remains relatively calm while his more aged assocate flies off the handle and darts for the guard rail. Thomas steps back and manages to laugh as he sees the street rat restrained by his friend, though not gagged as the angry tirade of foreign abuse doesn't exactly make for child friendly television. Getting the attention of one of the stewards, Walker instructs them to remove the men from the arena which they happily oblige with at first until the "fans" produce their tickets and wave them under the security personnels noses. Shaking his head in disbelief Thomas continues on til he reaches the ring, climbs the apron and steps between the middle and top rope. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "What the hell was all that about!?"
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "No idea Al, but those two do not look happy. Doesn't surprise me really, Thomas and his brother aren't known for making friends." Taking his belt and hanging it over the turnbuckle furthest from the entrance Ramp Tommy then removes his crown and places it on the top of the same post. Distracting Charlie, pointing away from the ring, he quickly pulls his shirt off and pulls it down over the announcers head before forcing his arms through the sleeves and telling him to keep that on. Locking eyes with the roadkiller Charles knows better than to disobey the king and reluctantly keeps the top on. Getting a mark of approval for style from Thomas means nothing to Charlie who looks up the ramp in anticipation of the next entrant. To Be ContinuedNote: Someone else will want to have Charlie announce the first match type.
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Post by Hayden on Oct 11, 2010 5:55:10 GMT -5
The Following promo airs in the build-up to the main event, Read and comment if you would like. gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=promos&thread=11485------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thomas glares out over the waves of crowd that had gathered for the main event. He does not have long to wait, however, as CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" soon blares out of the PA system around the arena, signalling the entrance of the New Age Champion. The song plays through well into the verse before any sign of life is seen on the entrance stage. As the familiar song of the Jackass plays, the lights around the arena flicker, dozens of searchlights sweep randomly over the crowd. All eyes are drawn to the ramp, but still, the entranceway remains clear. "With my perceptions in a mix Down twenty miles through the Styx To the cloudy town of Hellview: population 96
Excessive vacancy, well maybe In the shadow of an eye All the strangers passing through it Where the rules just don't apply"[/b] Finally, after much labouring and tense waiting, a familiar sillouette appears against the backdrop of the entrance ramp. The shadowy figure stands with his arms outstretched, the smoke billowing out around him helping to keep his identity hidden. Hanging from his arms are two unidentified objects, one from each arm. It is not until Hayden steps into the bright light that the objects become visible. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Well, the second competitor to arrive is the second champion! I tell you what, the fireworks will fly tonight and it might not even wait for Dominik Santiago to start.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Well, a dissapointment from Hayden last week as he had the chance to take the King of the Deathmatch belt from Walker, but all he could muster was a victory over his older, non-champion brother.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ It seems like a dissapointment on the surface Fuzz, but it has served to even out the playing field. The loss eliminated James Walker from tonight's main event and eliminated him from the championship picture. Now it is mano-e-mano-e-mano, and that plays right into the hands of both Hayden and Dom. Still, it is impossible to call this one. [/center] In his left hand, Hayden holds his coveted New Age Championship. The eyes of those around the arena follow Hayden's as he looks down at the shimmering gold that glows up at him proudly. In his right, an all too familiar object hangs from Hayden's hand. An object that had seen Hayden through many-a-deathmatch, and helped him to seal many-a-KotDM Championship. The steel ball dangles, swinging to and fro in the night air. The ball is suspended from a long chain, wrapped around Hayden's fist to ensure it does not escape. The steel ball is stained red from the blood of its claimed victims, and Hayden's eyes flick to the right in order to draw attention to his favourite weapon. ~~Charlie Coors~~ Introducing secondly...
He hails from Wellington, New Zealand and weighs in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety Three pounds. He is the man known as the Jackass. GHW legend and your current New Age Champion.
Hayden Hard-Kore. [/center] Hayden wears a smile on his face as he ventures down the ramp. As he walks, the Jackass fastens the New Age Championship around his waist, while eyeballing his nemesis inside the ring. With the belt fastened around his waist, Hayden reaches around inside the waistline of his pants. When he retrieves his hand, a third object can be seen; another object that Hayden is no stranger to. The New Zealand Legend raises the microphone to his mouth, eyeballing the man in the ring as he begins to talk. As he talks, he continues walking toward the ring, each step bringing him ever closer to the squared circle and the business end of the night. ~~Hayden HardKore~~ Cut my music guys... Thanks.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. You know what I kept thinking about in my build up to tonight? I'll tell you... The same thought kept running through my head. "Hayden, you've done this all before." Yes, it is with a strange sense of deja-vu that I come here tonight. I am one of only two Undisputed GHW Champions in history. That belt that you stole off me, it should be mine right now. I earned it, and I didn't need a brother's help to get it.
But, I'm not here to bitch and whine, I'm here to take what is mine. This is time to put up or shut up. Three falls, three matches, three reasons why there are no excuses.
Whoever walks out of here tonight with his hand held high is undoubtably the best on the GHW roster. And you know what else crossed my mind this week? It's going to be me. [/center] By the time he had finished his spiel, Hayden had taken the steps, slipped inside the ring and was proceeding to walk over to Walker. The pair stand poised and ready, mere inches away from each other. Hayden looks up at the bigger man, not backing down. Similarly, the King of the Deathmatch looks at his smaller opponent with hatred in his eyes and a smirk on his face. As the pair continue to unleash torrents of unheard smack talk at each other, the fire in their eyes burns. Nose to nose, the pair stand, the air around the arena becoming tenser and tenser while the entire scene threatens to prematurely explode. TBC Dom
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Oct 12, 2010 22:04:55 GMT -5
The two champions, the two combustible elements were set to explode as both men were only meer feet away from one another; each man was spoiling for a fight, allowing their truculent dispositions to flourish. And the crowd was eating it up; on the edge of its seat after a night of brilliance. With all eyes fixated on the entryway and hearts pulsating with anticipation, the sudden blaring of "Coming Home" by Alter Bridge becomes music to the arena's ears. On cue, the dimming of the lights, the building of grey smoke from the vents, and the hushing of the entire spectrum.
The swaying of the velvet curtains signals the emergence of the second challenger, and former champion. Standing before thousands in the jam packed GHW arena, and witnessed by millions worldwide, the Assassin and Lord of the Flies arrived to the grandest stage of them all.
Charlie Coors: "Introducing lastly, from Hollywood California, standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at 235 pouinds, he is the former New Age Champion, the man known as the Assassin and Lord of the Flies.... DOMINIK SANTIAGO!!!"
Leaned slightly forward, head tilted askew with his blond locks covering his face, the Californian slowly crossed his arms across his body in his trademark 'X' posed before snapping his head back, igniting a brief display of pyrotechnics across the stage platform above him. As the breathtaking fireworks display comes to a cease, Dominik takes a breath, focusing himself on the task at hand; recapturing his beloved New Age Championship. And with that at mind, he began his saunter to the ring, each step marked with a disposition of beliigerence, and a sheer desire to dismantle his competition.
Colin Jennigns: "Dominik has been quite off his game since losing the very belt he's competing for last month. A usual favorite in this type of enviorment, how do you see it playing out for him Al!" Big Al: "One things for certain, he feels robbed. Hayden Hardkore in the eyes of many, stole his New Age Championship. In some countries, they cut your fingers off for theft, in this one, you get your ass kicked!" Colin Jennings: "He'll have to worry about Thomas Walker to be victorious tonight. Roadkill have been in the neck of the New Age Champion, and you've got to believe Thomas would want nothing more than to bring the World Championship home to his brothers." Big Al: "So many storylines, and three different behomoths can only equate to one thing... " Colin Jennigns: "A lot of blood!"
Dom had taken exception to Hayden's earlier declamation, and it was evident as he slid into the ring and approaches Hayden first. The New Age Champion refuses to backdown, shooting a confident grin at the former champion, sparking the cloud of abhorrence to overshadow the Californian. Stepping back at the decree of the referee, Santiago retracted, standing in his respective corner, awaiting the ringing of the bell. As his theme tune became a distant memory in the night, the referee quickly raises the New Age Championship into the air before handing it to the nearby ring attendant who then carried it to the time keeper's table.
With cheers in the background, the three competitors hit the center of the squared hell as the bell chimed thrice. Hayden found himself in a vulnerable position, with Dom and Thomas each on the same level, both facing the champion, neither looking like they mike strike the other. In an odd display of cohesiveness, the two villians begin unloading on the helpless champion; their onslaught sparked by a kick to the midsection by the King of Deathmatches and consequent fists to the cranium by the former champion. If either man was gong to emerge the victor, they were going to ensure it wasn't the man who walked in the champion.
TBCB
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Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 13, 2010 13:37:43 GMT -5
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "It is the mark of a triple threat for the strong to first pick off the weak before deciding a worthy victor between themselves." Walker, Santiago, Walker, Santiago. Repeatedly the two men take turns slamming aggression driven right fists into the Jackasses skull, unsteadying him and subsequently forcing him to edge very slowly across the ring til he hits the ropes. Finally Thomas and Dominik relent on their assault for a few seconds while they each take hold of one of the Kiwi superstars arms and press his back further into the cable confides before sending him running across the ring to the opposite set where, upon reaching which, he rebounds towards the blood thirsty king and the former new age champion who both turn side on with the champ and raise a flexed elbow in a fruitless attempt to level Hayden but he just barely manages to lower his head on time and squeeze between the two baying challengers. Running on he hits the first set of ropes again and comes round for a second pass on his opponents but this time they cut him down before he gets within range to mount a counter attack by leaping vertically upwards in unison and kicking their legs out into the New Zealanders chest. As he collapses to the mat Dominik and Thomas both revel in the torrent of abuse sent their way by a strictly pro-Hayden fan base. Naively assuming the new found loyalty between the two is a standing unspoken agreement until the Jackass is eliminated from the equation, Thomas ignores the imposing lord of the flies behind him and heads straight for Hayden. Giving no time for whatever dastardly deed he had in mind to transpire, Dominik shoots his left arm up under that of Walker to link with his other on the kings neck as it is used similarly to violently restrain Mrs.Walkers baby boys right arm. Twining his fingers allows Santiago to retain a tight grip on his hold even as Tommy thrusts his upper body forward trying to free himself. Showing his remarkable strength he pulls the Fighty fighty person of comparable size to himself to the rope set nearest the commentary table where he hoists one of the two current champions in the ring up and part way over, only stopping himself from being removed by hooking his left leg over the middle rope. Quickly changing tact Dominik complies to Thomas' wish and doesn't throw him from the ring though pushes him into a sitting position on the rope rope, his crotch supporting the bulk of his two hundred and twenty five pound frame. Taking the cable in two hands the devious former new age champion proceeds to bring it up and down, up and down, up and down. Gaining speed the rigidity of the rope loosens and before long it has enough kick in it to elevate Tommy a few inches in the air each time it reaches its peak. Showing mercy for the champs shattered jewels the Hollywood hardman scales the nearby turnpost in seconds--contemplating the next step, or leap if you will, as he has his pick of opponents at his mercy. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Dominik has shown why he was the last RIGHTFUL New Age champion in the opening moments."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Lets not get too presumptuous Al, I'm sure in time Hayden will show us why he's the current New Age champion and why he BEAT Dominik at Code Blue."
~~"Big Al Mulligan~~ "Anything is possible I suppose but not to forget he has been in two matches with Thomas Walker and has yet to get one victory over him, nevermind three, add to that the drive Dominik has to get back the title stolen from him by the jackass and I find it hard to see light at the end of the tunnel for Hayden past the massive bullseye on his chest." Coming to a decision the assassin leaps towards Tommy boy, extending his left leg to one side as he comes in line with the current king, hitting it into the roadkillers chest with just enough force to send him toppling to the apron and beyond to the ring floor--taking a hard landing as has no time whatsoever to get his hands up. Bending his knees as soon as he lands Dominik tilts his head and smiles at Walkers writhing body on the arena floor before turning back to the now risen Hayden who has perhaps oversold the twin dropkicks he received earlier in order to dupe the two less popular Fighty fighty persons into turning on each other as the vibrant sprint he makes for the lord of the flies in no way reflects the prone crumpled state he was in seconds before. Nonetheless he manages to catch the assassin napping with a stiff back short arm elbow jab, repeated three times with only a momentary stagger between each. Forcing Santiago to one corner he hooks the assassins arms over the ropes and unleashes a brutal open palm shot to the exposed chest of the former champ, the stinging pang from which can be heard over the ruckus crowd. Holding his right index finger to his mouth the crowd hush as he retracts his arm and gives a second chopping slap to the opponents chest, leaving a visible red hand print and emitting the same high frequency clapping sound. Anger overriding the throbbing pain in his sternum pushes him to pull his arms free and hook the Kiwi Jackass by the neck and throw him into the corner and administer the same mocking slaps though not receiving the same measure of adulation from the crowd for it. Giving two he follows up by planting one foot on the middle rope at either side of the champion and pulling himself into a dominating position towering over New Zealands most Hardkore Fighty fighty person. His intent to rain blows down on the champion (the premise of the match so far as bursting your opponent open is alot easier with rugged backstreet manoeuvres than gym trained techniques) is clear by the way he balls his right fist and the grip he takes on Haydens fringe. It's all academic though as Walker has since got his wits about him and climbed to the apron just outside Dom's peripheral vision range, infact by the time Santi has seen the cunning king the Alabama born Fighty fighty person has already swung the jackasses favourite weapon at the full extent of its leash around his back. The length of steel torts as the ball reaches the end of its limitation and begins to curve round, slamming into the crazy eyed fiends stomach before being wrenched back to Thomas waiting the receive it. Caught as much by surprise as by the searing pain in his stomach Californias son collapses back to the mat with a grimace contorting his face giving atleast a measure of the hell he's going through at present. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "It's not the first or, I'd proffer, the last time that item has been seen in a Hayden Hardkore match. As much as it goes against the grain to say it when I see the pain Dominik is in this is relatively one of the more tame uses we've see."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "True. Though I doubt a gut shot is the extent of Tommys intentions for a weapon of such promise. He's too good for that." As if reading Thomas mind Al's predictions could not have been truer with Walker, only seconds later, swinging the ball over head and slamming it into the padded buckle of the turnpost though that was not the intended victim. Hayden avoided getting his skull shattered by a weapon of his own creation by a little under a foot as he dived into the waiting arms of the canvas to avoid the raging TW. Scrambling to his feet the jackass hunches his shoulders and bends his knees in an attempt to make himself as small a target as possible for Tommy who steps into the ring, ball and chain in tow. Eyeing each other up both keep a deathstare on their opponent, each looking for a moment of weakness hesitation or the slightest sign of fear but as two weathered veterans of the circles neither gives an inch. Frustrated by the stand off Thomas swings the steel ball in the 180 degrees range free to it, missing the jackass it does however give the kiwi the chance he was looking for as Walkers guard drops for a brief moment as he winds in the steel chain. Slamming his heavy boot down on the cord jerks the upper half of TW's body downwards where Hayden hooks his arch nemesis head in one arm while using the other to hook the relative rookies waist line. The jerk sent through Thomas' body as Hayden lifts him from the mat and turns 180 on the spot causes him to relinquish the hold he has on the chain. Straightening the youngest of ol' daddy Walkers sons body out horizontally infront of him double H drops to a sitting position guiding Tommy face first into the mat between his legs. Breathing a sigh of relief that the weapon is now out of his opponents hands Hayden decides it's best to discard of it until he's ready to use it, so drops it stiffly into the concrete floor round ringside. Surveying the scene he notices while Thomas is down Dominik is now just rising so focuses his attention on the blessed California born Fighty fighty person. Meanwhile the striped official takes a second to check that the hard fall Tom took didn't produce any blood, which it didn't. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "You know, I had high expectations coming into this but I'm going to go ahead and say it will surpass all of them." To Be Continued
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Post by Hayden on Oct 13, 2010 23:17:34 GMT -5
Clearly, the referee has his hands full. The official crouches over the battered figure of the single Walker brother, ensuring that there is no sign of blood to cause an early fall. As he does so, he misses the action behind him. Turning his attention to the man he took the belt from, Hayden does his best to gain an advantage over Dominik, swinging a foot aimed at the ribs of the recovering former champion. Before the boot can land home however, Santiago launches himself forward, pushing off his legs and driving his shoulder into the already off balance Kiwi, mid-kick. As a result, Hayden's feet leave the mat completely, while Dom does his best Jerry Collins impression and drills the New Zealander into the mat in a harsh looking rugby tackle. Winded, Hayden's face turns up into a wince, while Dominik finds his feet. Smiling at his achievement, Dominik balls his fist before straddling the New Age Champion. With brutal fists aimed at his forehead with the sole aim to open a point winning gash, Santiago starts laying into the Kiwi. He lands three or four decent strikes, threatening at any moment to land a blood letting punch, but before he can, the quick thinking Jackass brings his feet up to his torso, pushing Santiago away with the soles of his Chuck Taylors plush against Dom's chest. Dominik soars backward across the mat, but lands on his feet and instantly charges at the Kiwi again. Not wanting the Assassin to return to his head pounding offense, Hayden retaliates, kipping up off the mat before launching himself into the air. Hayden spins his body around one and a half rotations while in the air aiming a kick mid-spin at the chin of Santiago. Santiago, still hurtling toward Hayden, is unable to react in time and the Kiwi's Tornado Kick catches him squarely on the chin. Dominik is once again launched into the air, this time landing flat on his back, the back of his head bouncing lifelessly off the canvas. In return to the spectacular aerialist showing, the crowd erupt into a new volley of cheering and chanting aimed at the reigning New Age Champion. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Good lord almighty, he nearly took Dominik's head off with that Tornado Kick! Just to think that a few moments ago, Hayden was on the brink of loosing out to the Assassin, my oh my, the Jackass can stage a comeback.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ If there is one thing I have learned about Hayden HardKore over the years, it is that you can never, ever count him out. He will fight for every inch, every step of the way until that bell rings.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Yes, and if there is one thing I have learned about this business over the years Fuzz, it is this... Watch your back! [/center] Having seen the scene unfolding before him in the ring, Mulligan's call comes in perfect timing to see Thomas Walker sneak up behind the Jackass. With the agility of a man half his size, Walker leaps up into the air, reaching and grabbing Hayden's head into his clutches. He uses a combination of his own strength and the assistance of gravity to slam Hayden backward into the canvas, the Neckbreaker executed with a bone chilling crunch as the King of the Deathmatch stomps another exclamation point on the match. Walker is quick to find his feet after sending Hayden to his demise, letting out an almighty war-cry at being the only man left standing. While the ref dashes from side to side, checking on both of his opponents, Walker simply casts a cockily confident eye over the scene. As he surveys, Thomas makes a decision in his mind as to who he will set his targets on, in the hopes of gaining the first fall. Without too much of a surprise, Walker sets about continuing his punishment over the writhing Jackass. Hayden is lying on his back, his feet stomping alternatively into the mat as if trying to march away the pain. The feet are soon stopped in motion as Walker steps in, planting a large boot over each of Hayden's custom Chuck Taylors. Walker then proceeds to reach forward, grabbing a hold of each of the New Zealander's wrists. With a single wrench, he yanks Hayden's arms nearly out of the socket, and the Kiwi's body comes to stand at a near vertical base in response. Walker is waiting for the dazed New Age Champion, and he meets the Kiwi with a balled fist, catching Hayden square in the face. Hayden is quick to sink backward again, the force of the punch causing him to fall back from where he came. However, Thomas Walker has other ideas in mind for the fate of the New Zealand Legend. With his hands still attached to Hayden's wrists, he stops the Kiwi from falling to the mat, once more pulling him up with the hopes of finishing the job and busting Hayden's nose into a bloody mess. A second punch receives the same result as the first, with the Jackass falling backward, only to be stopped by the clutches of his opponent, but still no blood to be seen on the New Zealander's face. Knowing the crucial moment to be mere strikes away, and with an opponent who would struggle to tell you what day it is, let alone defend himself, Walker yanks on the hands of the New Zealander a third time. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ How quickly the tables can turn! All three of these men have looked promising in the early stages, and still there is no blood. Hayden has taken a beating, and yet he still seems to be holding up.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Yes, but for how long. The human body is not designed to be a punching bag Fuzz. Sooner or later, something has got to give. I'm guessing sooner rather than later.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Perhaps, yet again. Aren't we forgetting about something? [/center] Walker sees the figure of Dominik Santiago approaching, and yet, he is powerless to defend himself. With his hands tied, all the Roadkill member can do is drop Hayden's lifeless carcass before the Assassin is barreling down on top of him. As Hayden's body slumps to the mat once again, Walker's head is nearly knocked clean off his shoulders by a wildly Swinging Clothesline distributed by the former New Age Champion. Soon, Walker's body hits the canvas as-well, falling to land parallel to the body of the Jackass. Santiago turns on his heel, the momentum of the Clothesline leading him into the turnbuckle, before his eyes narrow once more as he acquires his target. Walker tries to stagger to his feet, but his efforts remain in vain, as Dominik screams across the ring at him once again. Walker had only managed to get to his knees when Santiago closes in on him, using the platform presented before him to step off, spinning his body around to catch Thomas across the side of the head with a knee strike. The Shining Wizard connects, much to the delight of the capacity crowd, and once again, the Assassin threatens to come ever closer to scoring the first point. Walker flops to the canvas, his head dangling over the side of the ring. With minimal effort, the King of the Deathmatch smartly pulls himself out of the ring, avoiding the rampaging Lord of the Flies as best he can. With one of his opponents disappearing from view momentarily, Santiago turns his attention to the discarded figure of the Jackass, still lying motionless before him. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Walker, Hayden, Santiago... Walker, Hayden, Santiago. The momentum in this match is becoming more and more like a revolving door with every second. Nobody can seem to gain the clear advantage over the other, although, not through lack of trying!
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Although this match is best of three falls, none of the men in the ring are willing to let themselves bleed and give up a point to the other. The all important first fall is going to be hard to gain, and the advantage that it will give to its victor may just push him over the edge into a victory in this match. [/center] TBC Dom
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Oct 14, 2010 17:06:48 GMT -5
Standing tentatively triumphant over his competition, Dominik sneers down at his nemesis Hayden Hardkore with a glimmer of malevolence. The Lord of the Flies wastes no time in exploiting his current state of supremacy, lifting the enervated Kiwi Legend to his knees. Santiago turns his back and shifts his body weight to his rear, whilst swinging his right arm and simultaneously bending it. The fist packed with malice lands across the chin of the living legend, and the flawless execution of the blistering right hook was efficacious in dazing the defending champion. With his chin almost dangling precariously from his face, Hayden doesn’t even have time to whether the storm, as Santiago follows up with a stiff kick, swinging his leg through the atmosphere and connecting across the legend’s soft cranium. The look in the eyes of the Assassin relay the story of a superstar draped in a cloud of hatred; one having slipped into a barbaric, remorseless disposition, and as the California born star takes to the skies, his efforts to spill crimson across the mat don’t go unnoticed. Bringing his knees inward, the former New Age Champion suddenly extends them at the apex of his leap, rigorously blasting his vulnerable rival in the mouth with a withering Dropkick.
Jennings: “A deadly combination from the Assassin. It doesn’t draw blood, but it definitely takes the champion down a peg!’ Big Al: “More importantly, it softens the champion up in the future stages, where in his current condition, he’ll be easy Pickens.” Jennings: “Hayden Hardkore, under any circumstances, is never “Easy Pickens!” ” Big Al: “That’s your opinion. One things certain, he can’t hope to put Thomas or Dom through a table, or even submit them if it comes to that, if he can barely stand?”
The cold, cunning, and calculating Thomas Walker slithers into the ring, having had time to recuperate and pick his spot. Quietly taking to his feet, the King of Deathmatches skulks behind the narcissistic Californian who had lowered his defenses to gloat and pad his ridiculously large ego. Salivating at the mouth due to the circumstances, Walker moves ever so closer to his target; patiently waiting for the Assassin to turn around before pouncing. The oblivious Assassin obliges, inducing a raised knee from the youngest Walker brother, one that lands square in his solar plexus. The air and confidence sputters from the mouth of the doubled over Assassin, allowing Walker to execute another aspect of his textbook gameplan. Grappling Dom’s head, Thomas strategically places his head beneath Santiago’s chin before dropping to his knees, rattling the former New Age Champ’s brains, as he stuns him with an excellent Jawbreaker.
Due to the force, the Assassin staggers into the nearby corner, his eyes cringing, teeth gritting, trying to alleviate the pain and get the bad taste out of his mouth. He doesn’t have much time to recover, as Walker rises to his feet and comes stampeding toward him like a linebacker from the Alabama Crimson Tide. Despite his befuddled state, Dominik has enough wherewithal to swing his legs, driving his boots into the face of the King of Deathmatches, sending him retreating in pain. With Walker attempting to shake the cobwebs, Santiago takes a deep breath, before charging out of the corner, aspiring to take back control of the contest. As Dominik comes incoming, Thomas backpedals a bit before deftly, side stepping. At the last moment, the proverbial eleventh hour, TW gives his adversary a mighty, well placed shove. The momentum is too much for Santiago to handle, as the Assassin arches his body and slams into the turnbuckle padding. Consequently, the influence and impact carries Dominik into the air, ultimately sending him over the rope and out of the ring where he crashes down unceremoniously.
“The King of Deathmatches eliminates Santiago from the equation for the time being.” “And it’s smart strategy, as it allows him to pick apart the wounded champion!”
With Hayden commencing to stir, Walker wastes no time in moving to his position, looking to gain the decisive first fall at the champion’s expense. Standing behind the rising Kiwi Legend, TW seizes a handful of hair before jerking the champion to his feet. Brandishing his free hand overtop of the helpless Jackass, the Alabama native suddenly begins raining down across Hayden’s throat with a barrage of forearm shots, taking a more savage approach in his attempt to draw Hardkore’s blood. On the receiving end of a beating, Hayden takes desperate measures, quickly thrusting a back elbow into the abdominal region of his aggressor, before lifting his leg back, planting it in between the legs of the King of Deathmatches. Walker’s grimace tells it all, as the low blow liberates the champion and impairs his foe’s strength and vitality.
Having challenged his opponent’s testicular fortitude, Hayden scurries for the ropes, quickly rebounding off with a sudden jolt of adrenaline and momentum. Lifting and bending his leg, Hardkore plants his knee into the temple of the leaning Walker, shifting his brain and further dazing him in the process. The force behind the Knee Lift not only reverberates through TW’s head, but also leaves him staggering like a drunk, leaving the champion a window of opportunity to exhibit his athleticism. Grasping the ropes, New Zealand’s finest quickly leaps onto the middle rope before using the cables elasticity as spring to launch himself into the air. Turning in mid flight, Hayden captures Walker’s head, placing it in his armpit before violently swinging his body toward the canvas; subsequently, the King of Deathmatches is coerced off his feet, forced to free fall on his head with a resounding thud.
"Brilliant Tornado DDT from the New Age Champion. He almost drove his head through the mat." "Just when you think you have the Kiwi Legend figured out, he pulls another gem out of his arsenal, seemingly out of nowhere." "Your saying he has hemorrhoids?" "I said aresenal not... oh god never mind you bumbling idiot."
With the ball in his court, Hardkore slowly climbs to his feet, shooting a glance at the nearby corner. With Thomas inert and sprawled, the former EVPW Godfather and Mafia Boss makes his way to the ropes, slowly slipping through the middle and top and exiting onto the apron. Slowly, pacing himself, Hayden makes his way along the apron before gradually ascending the corner. Just as he reaches the summit, his progress is precluded by the pesky Assassin, as Dominik comes into camera view and pulls the ropes, forcing the Kiwi Legend to lose his balance and crotch the top turnbuckle.
Having forced the champion into a perilous position, the California born Assassin enters the ring before scaling the top rope in pursuit of his foe. Just as Dominik reaches the top, the King of Deathmatches comes to, opening his weak, weary eyes and setting his sights on his two opponents. Inserting hismelf into the mix, Walker plods toward the corner, before joining both Dominik and Hayden at the top. With the fate of the former Undisputed Champion in their disposal, the two antagonists lock Hardkore's head in their armpits, before draping his arms over their respective shoulders. While hoisting the battered champion upside down and into the air, the two superstars recline backward, falling from the turnbuckle and pancacking to the mat.
The spectators jump from their seats in captivation, as Hayden Hardkore's plight comes full circle; his head colliding with the unforgiving canvas and sending the ring into a slight tremble.
"Double Avalanche Brainbuster! We saw early cohesion from Walker and Dominik earlier, and though it was inadvertent, it may have put the New Age Champion out of commission." "And after that sheer drop fall on his forehead, Hayden might be busted wide open!"
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Post by newgm on Oct 15, 2010 4:38:52 GMT -5
Dominik wins fall 1 after quickly removing Walker from the ring, and pummelling Hayden's already tender head until blood is drawn from the Kiwi's scalp.
Next fall - Tables (Only need to out one opponent through)
TBC Whoever
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Post by Hayden on Oct 17, 2010 3:26:44 GMT -5
Dominik Santiago only stops laying into the skull of the New Zealander when the ring bell rings; a single tone to signal the victor of the first fall. The referee turns to Santiago, confirming his score and changing the mood in the Assassin's vengeful eyes enough for Dominik to stand down momentarily. As he turns to walk away, he leaves the pulverized form of Hayden HardKore lying in his wake, his face a bloodied mess. He shakes his fist, as if sore from the pounding it had taken from the Kiwi's head before attempting to locate the third combatant, James Walker, who had seemingly disappeared. He need not have bothered looking, for no sooner had his eyes wandered about the arena in search of the disappearing Walker, than Santiago's ears perk up at a scraping sound. The sound seems to be coming from below the ring. By the time Dominik had walked over to the ring rope in search of the source of the noise, Walker had already slid the table from underneath the depths of the squared circle. He slides it into the ring, staring up into the eyes of the "Lord of the Flies" as he does so. The pair meet in a cool, untrusting stare. With the table inside the ring, Walker bends down to pick up a second weapon. With Santiago holding the higher ground, the quick thinking Walker hauls himself into the ring clutching at a steel chair to even the odds. Before he had even managed to find his way into the ring, Santiago was trying to stomp foot holes in his back, he lands two good boots to Thomas Walker's hand, but the King of the Deathmatch Champion holds the chair firmly. Walker weathers the onslaught from the challenger, steadying himself on all fours before charging at the pesky Santiago, shoulder tackling him in order to free himself of the Assassin's strikes. Taking the chair in both hands, he drives it forward after th reeling figure of Santiago, stabbing him in the guts with the top edge of the steel frame. This causes Santiago to double over, expelling the air from his lungs like a wand from Voldermort's fingers. Before Santiago had time to react fully, Walker was raising the chair high up over his head. He swings the weapon downward and across the back of Dominik's head, causing the triumphant first-fall victor to flatten himself against the mat, deflated. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ I was about to congratulate Dominik Santiago on gaining the first fall, but it looks like Thomas Walker has already moved on.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Thomas was quick to act. He knew that Santiago had picked up the "First-Blood" so to speak, and as quick as a flash, he had changed tacts, putting himself in table match mode.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Indeed, the victory tonight will not come to who scores first, not necessarily. Victory only comes to the man who can transition between these three vastly different match-forms. We have seen blood, next we will see the splinters. [/center] With his opponent sufficiently dealt with, Walker discards the dented chair, not even bothering to look as it skids across the canvas and clangs to a resting place on the lightly padded floor outside of the ring. Instead, Walker turns his attention to the table sitting patiently and waiting to be swept up into somebody's arms. Only too happy to oblige, Walker hoists the table up off the canvas and leads it to a new home, wedging it up against the turnbuckle so that it can look out over the match as it unfolds. He casts one last look at the table before retrieving a friend for the table to play with, albeit a battered and semi-conscious friend. Dragging Santiago across the ring, he hoists him to his feet when the "Lord of the Flies" is close enough and pushes him forward so that he will land back first against the table. Walker then backs up across the ring, stomping his feet like a bull about to charge, and charge he does... That is, until a defiant hand reaches up from the mat, grabbing Walker by the ankle and tripping the big man so that he lands flat on his face. Seeing his opponent hurtling toward an impending and vital point, Hayden summons the strength within him to reach up his hand. Through the red film of blood that had tainted his vision, Hayden watches as his hand finds its target. He watches as Walker skids to a halt, his face red with fresh canvas burns from acting as a brake to stop the big man half way across the ring. Half-grinning with amusement at seeing Walker sliding across the ring on his face and half-wincing with the strain of effort, Hayden pushes himself up off the mat. He reaches two hands to his face as he reaches his feet, pulling them away to find them stained with his own blood. Wiping the mixture of sweat and blood from his brow, Hayden sets his sights on the target of the big man laid out before him, howling in frustration as he rolls over to find his footing once more. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ I felt for sure that Thomas had it. Somehow, Hayden managed to fight through his pain and gatecrash Walker's party.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ For Hayden's sake, it it just as well that he did. Dominik Santiago is on dream street after taking a steel chair to the head. But now the odds seem to have even themselves up somewhat.
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ And Thomas Walker has the burn marks on his forehead to prove it! But as for evening the odds, you seem to forget, Dominik Santiago is still one point ahead of the other two men in the match. [/center] Walker easily identifies his target, being that Hayden identifies himself rather abruptly. With his opponent still trying to figure out how exactly he ended up on the canvas, smelling the stench of burning flesh instead of rolling about playfully in a pile of broken table and mangled Assassin limbs, Hayden charges at Walker. The smaller man leaps onto Walker's back, steering him like a wild stallion toward the ropes. Thomas grits his teeth in anger, throwing the Cruiserweight to the side, uncaringly. Hayden lands on all fours, the wild fire still burning in his eyes as he hurls himself at Walker for a second swoop. This time, Thomas intercepts the flight of the Jackass, swinging an arm out in front of him and catching Hayden across the neck. Walker proceeds to drive Hayden viciously into the mat in an STO, placing his foot behind Hayden's leg to aid his fall. Like a bird being plucked out of the air by an air rifle pellet, Hayden drops to the ground with a small squawk as the mid-air STO hits home. Once more, Thomas Walker feels the adrenaline coarse through his veins, and once more he lets out a cry as he returns to his original plan of sending Santiago through the waiting table to claim the second fall. Walker charges across the ring a second time, no hands reaching out to trip him and eyes up the waiting figure of Santiago. Dominik sees him coming with enough time to react and rolls out of the way and under the bottom rope, momentarily escaping the ring. With the lack of opponent waiting ahead of him soon becoming a problem, Walker executes a sudden change of direction to avoid the table completely. Following the trail of Santiago, Walker uses the speed he had gathered to dive into a Baseball Slide, his heels catching the chest of Santiago fully and launching him backward till he comes to an abrupt halt, thanks to the waiting steel of the crowd barricade. Walker, having held onto the ring ropes to stop himself following Dominik's path of destruction, touches down with his feet outside the ring. Walking with a confident swagger, the Roadkiller ignores the jeering of the ringside fans as he bends town to hoist Santiago up into the air. True to his nature, Thomas lifts Santiago high up into the air, before dropping him across the steel barricade, sternum first. The gasps from the crowd in the vicinity confirm the painful appearance of the slam, and Dominik seems to hang in limbo, balanced half on the ring-side of the barricade and half on the crowd-side. With a smirk, Walker snatches a half filled cup from a fan standing in the front row, having gained too much of the action for his liking and gulps down a mouthful. He swallow the liquid, before tossing the remains of the cup back in the fan's face, making a comment about 'sissy's drinking diet'. Confidence oozes out of Walker's body as he walks back toward the ring, before lifting the apron and searching underneath it again for hidden treasure. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ This is where Thomas Walker gets very, very dangerous. HE has built up his momentum. He has done away with both of his opponents and god only knows what he is searching for under that ring!
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Really Fuzz, you haven't figured that out yet? What is the one object that Thomas Walker might be needing in the next few minutes of this match?
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Oh, right... A table, that makes sense. [/center] Indeed, to confirm Big Al's suspicion, Thomas Walker soon drags out a second table. However, instead of setting this one up inside the ring, he quickly flicks the legs into position and stands the table up right next to the ring. He flashes a look inside the ring to locate the third guest at the party, but Hayden is nowhere to be seen. Shrugging at the sudden lack of competition, Walker proceeds to grab Dominik Santiago by his head and hurling him back into the arena safely. He then lifts him up into a fireman's carry and transports him over to the awaiting table. For a second time, Thomas Walker lays Santiago out across a table, the smirk now permanently placed on his face. He backs away, slipping into the ring to gain enough leverage. Only when inside does he bother to look ahead of him, and almost drops dead out of surprise. Inside the ring, Thomas Walker nearly trips over the structure. His eyes catch sight of steel braces and steel supports leading up into the air. From high above him, he can hear an all too familiar voice breaking into amused laughter. Hayden stands atop the ladder he had constructed in the time Walker had been away. Before Walker can react, Hayden capitalizes on Thomas's hard work in preparing Dominik for the sacrifice. As Thomas reaches out to topple the ladder and Hayden with it, the Jackass takes to the air, executing a picture perfect Swanton Dive. Hayden seems to soar in slow motion, the entire arena seeming to hold a simultaneous breath. Walker watches helplessly as the Jackass nears his target, turning his body to land safely in a Swanton Bomb. In vain, Walker reaches out a hand, a cry escaping his lips as he sees his chance slip between his fingers. Hayden closes in on the waiting table, Dominik's body still laid out on its surface. In a strange twist of events, Santiago's eyes shoot open, with just enough time to lift his feet up. With a grunt as Hayden's Swanton Bomb touches down, Santiago kicks out and uses HardKore's own momentum to Monkey Flip the high flying Kiwi Legend harmlessly out of the way. Hayden continues to soar, the table creaking under the sudden strain of an extra body landing on top of it, but the extra weight is discarded so rapidly that the crack created does not result in the table breaking completely, and Santiago dodges the metaphorical bullet. Hayden, however, is tossed back into the air, only coming to rest when he slams shoulder first into the waiting crowd barricade. In a scene that would mimic Webster's dictionary definition of "crash and burn", Hayden lands upside down, head and neck first into the unforgiving ground, before the rest of his body catches up with him and topples the lightweight New Age Champion to the concrete floor. The faces of the onlookers tell the story, as they contort and twist themselves into all manner of shocked and amazed faces. After a few moments of stunned silence, the bloodthirsty crowd break the tension around the arena, leaping into a hearty round of chanting: "This is awesome... This is awesome..."In no shape to acknowledge the crowd for their approval of his 'body-on-the-line" offense, Hayden simply coils up into an almost fetal position, the chanting falling on ears that do not hear. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Where the hell did that come from? I know Hayden HardKore is full of surprises, but we were all too pre-occupied with what Thomas Walker was up to to worry about what the Jackass was constructing in the ring!
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Well, one does not get any closer than that without scoring a fall Fuzz. I swear I heard that table crack from Hayden's Swanton Bomb attempt, but once more, Hayden falls close... "Close but no cigar".
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ If that move had landed plush, we would be looking at a two way tie right now. Nevertheless, how Hayden managed to pull that off without Walker even noticing is beyond me. The look on Thomas's face was absolutely priceless.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ He did look as if somebody had just told him Santa was not real, I'll give you that, but Hayden is no closer to gaining a victory than he was before he put his body on the line. They don't call it high risk for nothing! [/center] Walker looks on as Santiago rolls off the table to reveal a large crack that spans the entire width of the wooden surface, from frame to frame. With an exaggerated "whew", Santiago wipes his brow from the sweat before turning his attention to the increasingly frustrated looking Walker brother who remains in the ring, glaring down at him. TBC
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Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 17, 2010 20:56:08 GMT -5
Baiting the former world champion to join him in the ring, drawing his hands towards his chest and out again, Walker slowly edges to the further set of ropes from the rabid assassin. Dominik obliges by slowly resting one knee on the apron with his eyes fixed firmly on the cunning deathmatch king flashing him a cocky grin. Confident he'll get into the ring unchallenged Santiago pulls himself to a standing position before climbing through the ropes to join Walker in the ring. Any reservations he had were truly alaid as Thomas dropped to the mat and rolled out the ring almost immediately as Dominiks second foot planted on the mat. Circling the ring the two find themselves having switched roles with the lord of the flies now beckoning his opponent into the ring but TW is for having none of it, instead he heads straight for the rising Hayden on the other side of the barrier and clocks him with a stiff right hand to the bloodied forehead, the new age champs already unsteady base makes him easy pickings and he drops back to the mat after two further shots. Frustrating Dominik in the ring brings great joy to the Roadkill brother but he finally decides to put the challenger out his misery and climbs to the apron--not before collecting a steel chair from the crowd however. Mimicking Santiagos actions he cautiously sets one foot through to test the water if you will, making sure it's safe to pass before climbing completely in. Being allowed free entry is the only courtesy spared by Hollywood superstar who charges at him despite the impending threat of another skull shattering chair shot. Thomas is forced to bow his head and jog forward to avoid a short arm clothesline by the Californian and get himself in a more prime position centre stage, the chair now raised at his side. Dominik comes to a stop with his chest resting against the ropes, breathing heavily and snorting ferociously he immediately turns his head to set his sights once more on the devious champ--then turning his body to meet. Like a Kenyan on speed Dominik comes battering out the stalls at a breakneck speed, arching his back and angling his body moments before impact so as to drive only one shoulder into his adversaries stomach. Taking the slightly larger man off his feet with the impact Santiago carries him a foot or so across the ring before kicking his legs out from underneath himself and driving Tommy backfirst into the mat. Using Walkers body to cushion his own fall Dominik is instantaneously back to his feet lurching over the current deathmatch king, his rippling pecs and bulging biceps glisten from the sweat glazing his skin. Meanwhile ringside Hayden has gotten himself over the guardrail and onto the apron undetected by the men in the ring. Climbing onwards to the top turnbuckle he gives away his position voluntarily by releasing a primal roar at the top of his lungs with the sole intention of getting Dominiks attention though as a side effect the crowd begin to cheer and chant in his favour. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Dominik just now managing to placate Walker and now he has to deal with Hayden again. I'll tell you, despite how their bodies may scream at them otherwise, none of these men want to be out of the action for a second because like THAT someone can be put through a table."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Especially so when Dominik is in the position he is now with one fall to his name already, a second would be the worst outcome for the champions."
~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Agreed, neither want to be left in the final round as the only man without a point but if the other champion taking the second point means getting to see that final round I think both Hayden and Thomas would be as relieved as they would disappointed." Bending his knees before pressing out and launching himself across the ring Hayden spreads out horizontally, hitting the assassins chest full on with his own to take the larger man off his feet. Rolling off Dominik and clambering to his feet the resilient champion delivers a handful of flat footed stomps to both challengers chests before collecting the pre cracked table from ring side. Setting it up in the corner facing that which Walker set up earlier he props the King of the Deathmatch against it before doing the same with Santiago in the opposite, having the two men staring each other in the eyes from across the squared circle though in their current state its unlikely they're aware of the fact. Standing in the middle our current new age champion plays the showman and raises both hands overhead, pointing them to Tommy he gets an explosive burst of applause from the feral crowd who would like little more than to see the younger Walkers body in a broken heap amongst shards of wood. Turning his hands to the assassin gets a cheer of comparable hatred but not quite as loud. Having the decision made for him by his adoring audience Hayden sets locks his sights on the roadkiller and gears up--meandering like a baby deer from one side to the other he finally charges forth towards the true deathmatch majesty, giving the cold shoulder to convention and looking to go head first into the Alabama natives stomach. Unfortunately for him though Thomas uses the ropes aid on his left side to pull himself from the course of impact, throwing himself to the mat in the process. Having built up too much steam Hayden can't stop and careens haplessly head first through the weakened table, further aggravating the closing wounds that need little excuse to re-open. The only solace for our champion is that, as no offensive manoeuvre was involved, the journey through plywood will not result in a point for either of his opponents. Climbing to his feet TW is not content to let the sleeping dog lie and instead wrenches him up a handful of hair looking to turn his 193 pound frame into a weapon of mass destruction, taking firm control of its movement by tightening the hold on his hair and affirming it with another on the kiwi jackasses waist band. Running him across the ring the roadkiller lets out an animalistic scream of his own before throwing Haydens legs up over his head like a rag doll and releasing his broken body--simply observing as it flies through the air on a collision course with the other combatant. Connecting head-to-toe with Dominik his body perches at an obscure angle upside down while the challenger to his title slowly drops to a sitting position behind him. Infuriatingly for Tommy the table doesn't break and instead cracks down the middle like the other. Frustrated? Yes. Discouraged? Never. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Sweet baby Jane, Hayden has went through one table and dented his skull against another in as many minutes and we're still not clear of this round! When this match started I though each of them had a thirty three percent chance of taking the win. Even when Dominik took the first fall I still thought they were all in it but after THAT Haydens odds have fallen dramatically in my book. He has come back from worse in the past but can he do it again!?"
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "I don't know Colin but one thing I do, this is one for the highlight reel. When the people look back on GHW and ask about defining moments, about what made the company great, this is what they'll see. Three Fighty fighty persons! Two titles! One goal!"
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Those are big words Al. Not atall calling it an over statement but tonight alone we've seen the first ever Liberate To Live match not too mention an earth shattering Asylum Cage between perhaps two of the biggest names to ever come through GHW! They won't see this match, they'll see GHW coming Full Circle from what it was a year ago to what it was today. Sure we still have our problems but through all that we still put out, unrivalled, some of the best matches on the best card of 2010...and you can take THAT to the bank!" The mess of Hayden and Dom's broken bodies strewn atop of one another doesn't make a pretty sight but the sweaty blood laced heap does little to dampen Tommys spirits as he's instantaneously back on the offensive. Collecting the ladder utilised earlier by our torn faced champion he bridges the distance between the apron furthest from the announce table and the guard rail running parallel. Taking the fight to both his opponents he first retrieves Haydens shattered remains and lifts them over his shoulders, carrying the battered new zealander to the ladder and laying him face down across the rungs. Heading back he takes Dominik by the hair and leads him to the same side of the ring though his place is not on the ladder with Hayden, its in the front row where he is abruptly tossed by Thomas after a short to and fro. Climbing to the apron our king attempts to pump up the crowd with his own "Wal-ker" chant but few get involved, as if he cares whether they love him or hate him a few of the more ruckus fans throw abuse his way but he brushes it off and moves on. Carefully stepping onto the ladder so as not to fall through the holes he places one foot on Haydens chest testing that the structure will take his weight before putting his second foot up and balancing precariously on the smaller man. Feeling his balance start to go he quickly walks down HH til he reaches the Kiwi stars ankles where he throws himself into the audience. Tucking his head under and executing a picture perfect 270 degree flip midflight before crashing the upper half of his body into that of Santi, collapsing them both back into a section of recently vacated chairs, Thomas is sure to land on the larger man in order to break his own descent. As both of the men writhe in pain amongst the buckled metal seats the pressure of Tommys weight force convulsions to shoot through Hayden and force him to drop to the unforgivingly solid arena floor. The crowd erupt in a resounding chant, repeating the three letters time and time again: G-H-W, G-H-W, G-H-W! Having took the least of the assault Thomas is first to his feet and he's determined to keep it that way, piling chair after chair onto the fallen Dominik Santiago until finally not a shred of the Californians tanned skin is visible under the blue steel. Content the former new age champion is out of the picture for the time being Thomas clambers back over the guard rail to Haydens side where he hooks the champs collar and pushes his head back so it rests under the florescent lights and more importantly the metal bars of the ladder. Getting to his feet TW holds Haydens legs to either side of his waist and falls back--catapulting the jackass head into the underside of one of the rungs, cracking his chin before his body is allowed to collapse backfirst into the padded mats. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Ding dong."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Really Colin, really? Thats the best you could come up with to mark that move? Really?"
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "What? It was fitting."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Yeah just shut up and watch!" The majority of his own torment center on the abdomen, Thomas lays back and exhales, happy that he has control of the match even though the lower half of his body is currently entwined with that of the unresponsive Hayden Hardkore. A few feet to the left separated by but a steel fencing grid Dominik Santiago pulls himself free from the mass of fans trying to get their hands on him and the spiked metal vines pressing his skin to the point of bruising but failing to break the skin. Pulling himself to the barricade he sees the over confidence oozing from the deathmatch champs blinded the zealous king to the point of foolishness where he closed his eyes if only for a few seconds. Seizing the first opportunity to come his way in quite some time Dominik silently unlatches the section of railing infront of him from the others and just as quietly raises it overhead. Tommy opens his eyes just in time to see the impending doom that awaits him but not long enough to take any preventative measures. One final insult from the Californian insult in the form of a brash grin serves as the perfect segway from him to slam the riveted steel down with as much force as he can muster across the chest and face of Alabama born Walker. Lifting it again he repeats the motion, drawing blood from the villainous fiends nose and mouth simultaneously as the rigid steel connects with skin and bone. Attempting to raise it a third time he's only stopped when Thomas wraps his arms around the bars in a vein attempt to keep the structure from causing further harm but alas the ingenuity of the Hollywood native shows no bounds as he allows Walker to keep the object strapped to his chest only so he can ascend the apron and literally throw himself chest first across the steel frame--Sandwiching the champ between the metal and concrete with a 227 pound weight ontop. The crowd erupt in a confusing fit of empathy for the fallen champions, hatred towards the dominating Santiago and a surprising new found measure of respect for all three men involved even if two aren't the most "by the books" type of Fighty fighty persons. Even they can see the temporary impasse reached at the moment with Walker incapacitated by the recovering Dominik, Santiago himself still recovering from the hefty dose of punishment inflicted upon him and their champion Hayden Hardkore only now rising from the facial disconfigurement applied by Mr.Walker. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Would it be 'unprofessional' for me to start a 'That Was Awesome' chant? Don't answer that Fuzz, I don't really care what you think. That Was Awesome!...That Was Awesome!..." To Be Continued
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Oct 18, 2010 18:00:07 GMT -5
Having recuperated from his most recent sequence of offense, the Assassin scans the area for the New Age Champion. He doesn’t have to look far, as the Jackass advances to his position, exhibiting his glare through his crimson mask. Looking to catapult his foe into the cold grips of oblivion, Hayden swings wildly at the susceptible head of the Californian. Just able to get his arm up, Santiago parries the attack, allowing himself to come back with his own shot, plunging his fist into the belly of the New Zealander; both expelling air from his lungs and causing his confidence to deteriorate in the process. The stiff shot to the solar plexus had caused the champion to double over, giving Dominik another opening he was unhesitant to exploit. From his knees, he grappled the already swollen head of the kiwi legend, before turning and lifting his forearm from his stationary position beside his body. The befuddling blast to the chin sent shivers through Hayden’s entire body, sending him staggering back before rolling into the squared hell. With his punch-drunk adversary sprawling quiescently in the ring, Dominik climbs to his feet, quickly giving the downed Walker sibling a stomp to the cranium for good measure. Now digging under the ring cover, Dominik withdrawals another table from the GHW weapons depository, before setting it up beside the ring.
Sliding into the ring, the confident Assassin saunters toward the New Age Champion, whom had risen to his knees and commencing crawling toward the corner in search of solace and refuge. Looking down with contempt at the defending champion in his pitiful position, Dominik seizes down and grasps the jackass by his hair before swiftly snatching him to his feet. Further dazing him, the Lord of Flies forces Hayden’s head forward, burying his face into the turnbuckle padding, inducing more fatigue, and another heap of blood which cascades down the gruesome gash on his mug. Spinning Hardkore around, the Hollywood Native quickly encircles his arms around his waist before clasping his hands together; applying a waistlock, allowing himself to hoist the champion into the air before sitting him on the top turnbuckle, leaving the feeble legend perched at the top of the proverbial mountain. A sadistic smirk cracks along the GHW Icon’s face, while a tinkle of malice flourishes itself in the former New Age Champion’s eyes, clear evidence Dominik is stricken with elation by his new ambition; and aspiration to completely obliterate his hated rival.
Slipping through the ropes, Dominik steps onto the apron, before slugging his adversary just as he seemed to stir and come to. The Assassin quickly climbs onto the ropes before stepping over the top, keeping his feet on either side of the middle to ensure balance. Locking Hayden’s head in his armpit and throwing his arm over his shoulder, Santiago looks primed and ready to finally extirpate the Kiwi Legend and come into the possession of two gold prizes. The only thing precluding his destiny, the defending New Age Champion, who desperately grasps onto the ropes, preventing himself from being lifted into the air to meet his demise. Taking his fate into his own hands, the Jackass slams his fist into the ribcage of his rival, before taking a shot to his antagonists’ noggin. The latter coerces Dominik into losing his grip, giving the New Zealander a window of opportunity to escape his perilous predicament. And he does just that, leaping from the top rope with absolutely no regard for the repercussions, whilst wrapping his legs around the head of his nemesis. Falling backward, the former Masked Saint jerks Dominik off the ropes, sending him into a forward somersault which ends in the Assassin slamming supinely into the canvas below.
Jennings: "Hurricanrana from the top rope! Good God!" Big Al: "The belligerent bastard still has some fight left!" Jennings: "Testament of the champion’s resilience Al. If he's going down, he's going out swinging!"
As Hayden and Dominik remain inanimate, Thomas Walker gradually stirs himself to his feet, having recovered and regained his bearings. The first thing he sets his eyes on is the wooden table which beckoned him into action. After unsetting the table, the King of Deathmatches slid it into the ring before reacquainting himself with the nearby steel chair. Brandishing it overhead, the youngest Walker evoked a chorus of boos from the capacity crowd before rolling into the squared hell. Wielding the chair with a fierce determination to wreak havoc, the Alabama native set his sights on the rising Kiwi Legend, who though found the wits to stand, was still greatly fatigued from his most recent feat. Stalking behind his foe, Thomas cocked the chair back, almost begging for Hayden to stick his head out. When Hayden did, TW reacted with sheer impulse, swinging the chair with reckless abandon. The metallic weapon failed to meet its mark however, as the adept champion managed to circumvent the attack. The force sent Walker off balance, allowing Hayden to regather himself and formulate a plan of attack. The contemplation didn't take long either, as the Jackass left his feet and rolled through the air, swinging his legs and landing his boots into the chair that Thomas had carelessly lifted in self defense. The blast echoed through the spectrum as the chair found its home across the tarnished mug of the dominant King of Deathmatches, sending him falling into the ropes.
With Walker afflicted with bewilderment, Hardkore took a ready stance, preparing himself for Thomas' final stand. After tightening his muscles, the jackass clenched his nearest fist, a prerequisite for a southpaw sandwich one would never want to digest. Amidst his state of vertigo, Walker climbs to his feet, stumbling forward into the New Age Champ's embrace. Reacting instantly, Hardkore rotates his body violently, swinging his arm across the electric atmosphere while meticulously guiding his fist like a missile. The missle fails to explode on its target however, as the bleep on the radar that is Thoams Warker manages to duck at the last second, before hooking his near arm across Hayden's shoulder before swinging himself under the legend's armpit and around his back, effectively maneuvering himself behind his adversary. After quickly capturing Hardkore's head, the King of Deathmatches spins another 180 degrees, ending him back at the starting position, only this time having his foe trapped in a front facelock, with all the possible leverage.
After draping Hayden's arm over his shoulder, TW plants his feet into the ground, while simultaneously grabbing his opponent's torso, hoisting him vertically into the air. After loosening his grip, Walker falls to a seated position, twisting Hayden during his descent in the process, maliciously driving the New Zealander into the unforgiving canvas with authority.
"Countered! And into his patent Falcon Arrow. Thomas is now in the driver's seat!" "Too bad he'll be steering through rugged terrain without Four Wheel Drive!" "As long as he gets to his destination...victory!"
Having temporarily silenced Hayden and his supporters, the reigning King of Deathmatches plods toward the table which lies dormant on the canvas. After picking it up, he strategically places it into the nearby corner before turning to the inert Kiwi. Gripping the fallen legend by the wrist, Thomas drags the inert carcass across the ring before leaning his broken, battered, lifeless body across the table, making his intentions evidently clear; he was not only intending on winning the next fall, but he was gonna make sure Hayden would not have a say in the final stage. With images of the New Age Champion's final curtain call and sheer extermination playing through his mind, Thomas made his way to the far corner before slowly scaling it.
Just as he reached the top, the former New Age Champion rose from the ashes, first glancing at Hayden, and then looking around for Thomas. After locating the youngest Walker, Dom set out to hinder his progress, making a beeline for the corner. Upon reaching it, the Californian opened up with a flurry of benumbing blasts to the forehead, successfully stopping the King of Deathmatches in his tracks. With opportunity knocking, Santiago opened the door, turning his body and grappling Walker by the head. With the crowd climbing to its feet in preparation for one of the deadliest finishers in the business, the tenacious Thomas denies them their awe, lifting his fist in desperation before hammering it down across the vulnerable throat of his aggressor. After following up with two more vicious shots, Dominik is forced to relinquish his hold, dropping to his knees, gasping for air like a dying fish. With Walker repositioning himself on the top turnbuckle, Santiago looks ahead of him, his eyes locking onto the steel chair just sitting lonely. Introducing himself, Dominik crawls forward and grabs the chair by its handles before stumbling to its feet. Holding the weapon playfully in his fingertips, the Lord of the Flies makes a swift turn for the corner, before swinging the chair upward, blasting Walker in the head with a thunderous shot that shifts his brains and threatens to cause concussion like symptoms. Having accomplished what he set out to do, which was weaken his opponent, Dom tosses the chair aside before once again pouncing on the Alabama born King of Deathmatches. With his back facing his victim, Dominik climbs the top turnbuckle before lifting the faint Walker across his left shoulder. After wrapping his right arm around his neck and the left around his torso, the GHW icon pauses for dramatic effect, the ultimate suspense builder, before suddenly leaping from the top rope.
As he comes plummeting to a seated position, he flips the helpless, languid Thomas Walker forward, delivering him into his fate; a painful collision of mass versus mat, leaving the arena a perfect pandemonium filled with die hard fans cheering "THIS IS AWESOME!"
"Emerald Flowsion and I tell you what, after that flawless execution, the wrestling gods are smiling!" "I tell you who's not, the rest of Roadkill. Thomas Walker's chances of winning tonight have just been driven into the canvas!" "It was an all or nothing attempt, and it may pay off in divedends for the beltless challenger. " "One man is leaving the Undisputed Champion, and we may be that much closer to figuring that out!"
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Post by Metal Dragon on Oct 20, 2010 13:58:03 GMT -5
Hayden wins this fall.
*thinks of a way to make this match more interesting*
Superplex on Dom from the top turnbuckle through a table. Walker is now the only man without a fall scored, however neither of the falls have come at his expense.
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Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 23, 2010 10:10:37 GMT -5
Broken bodies litter the ring, scraps of shattered tables are swept under the bottom rope by the caring official and the metaphorical electricity being pumped from every pore of the fans lights the stage for the third and potential final round. Their bodies intertwined the current and former new age champions could not be less alike if they tried yet in this moment their consciousness may aswell be one, their minds melded, their very souls running in synchronously neither of them allow any thoughts other than how they're going to celebrate their victory they can practically taste by this point to circulate the oh so precious grey matter likely to be scrambled by the time this night is through. A few feet away Thomas tries to will himself on despite the pain racking his core, his proximity to the ring veterans in body not mirrored in spirit as the thoughts of failure swirl around his head being the only of the three not yet to have scored a fall, the best he can hope for now is a tie break situation not the glorious appraisal of his friends and loved ones he expected. The bell striking three may be muted by the barbarous crowds but something in the metallic chime stirs Mrs.Walkers baby boy on and with a flex of the elbow he makes it to one knee. Surveying the scene he sees the blood soaked challengers to his crown whom he could not view with more contempt in an equally vulnerable position but willed by the desire to end more than the match our Deathmatch Champion vacates the ring in search of the tools to facilitate just that but he is side tracked by the sight of his own championship and that which Hayden has paraded for the last month. Heading to both he plants his chapped lips on the faceplate of each once and whispers to them as if they'd respond 'Soon, soon'. Refocusing the fast rising king collects but two items: Number one being a table left over from the previous round which he slides in the ring while number two is a tad more unique, leading one to believe it was planted in its resting place under the ring by Walker in anticipation of such an opportunity. Shimmers in the fluorescent lights the war battered red toolcase put to good use in the H-Games final hangs from Tommys right hand and a devious smile creeps across his weathered face. Climbing in the ring Thomas lets it drop into the canvas and split open, shilling out a handful of the bounty it holds within giving a small measure of what it has instore for any who may be unfortunate enough to fall victim. The prospective champion reaches within in search of the first to tool to etch his name on the New Age championship. Spoilt for choice it holds his attention long enough for Hayden and Dominik to stagger to a steady footing on either side of the ring before he finally reveals a spirit level. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Two rounds have came and gone just like that, it's now literally do or die for Walker; if either of his opponents get this point he loses his title, even if he remains untoppled."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "No danger, the man thrives in crunch situations. When the chips are down you see a quality, a will to survive that is really special and only comes around once in a while."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "I'll give you that but keep in mind what Thomas has in drive to avoid losing at all costs, Dominik and Hayden have also got in their push to win by any means necessary. Couple that with their years of experience and it doesn't look good for the Walker family from where I'm sitting." Looking left Walker looks Hayden in the eye before swiveling his head and seeing Dominik an equal distance from him on the other side, both similarly aided by the ropes the ruling champs confidence swells as he darts towards the Assassin and swings the green tinted yellow chamber into his stomach, emitting a slap as the plastic ricochets off flesh. Immediately darting to the other side of the ring Tommy echoes the gut shot he delivered to Dom on Hayden, producing a reminiscent groan also. Marching back to Santiago once more the roadkiller raises the instrument up overhead to bring it down in a cutting motion, before he can though Hayden pulls the weapon from his hand with relative ease and as he attempts to defend himself the weapon he introduced is wrapped around his laboured lower back. He arches forward but does not go down, the perfect position for the lord of the flies to get a tidbit of retribution in the form of a high knee to the Alabama Fighty fighty persons jaw. Again he refuses to go down, instead straightening up with both hands cupping his nose as its profuses blood but the coalition shows as much mercy as he would if the roles were reversed and continue their assault in the form of an earth shattering crack to the back of the skull from Hayden with the spirit meter splattering the spoonful of ethanol across the chest of Santiago but it doesn't dampen his smile forming at the sight of TW finally hitting the mat. On that note our reigning world champion runs at the Californian with both arms outstretched, looking to dive forward any second, however Dominik bows his head in a heartbeat and driver his shoulder into the Kiwis gut and immediately straightens up so as to allow the jackasses own momentum to carry him over the top rope--missing the apron completely on his descent--and hit the canvas back first with no chance to brace for impact whatsoever. Feeling the time slip by and each precious second fade away Dominik hastily collects a contorted chair from the corner to set up center stage. Carefully balancing the deathmatch champion on the fragile framework the assassin uses papa Walkers toolkit to his advantage. Starting with perhaps the most brutal of them all he pulls out a hand held planer and places it on the exposed nape of Tommys neck before silencing the crowd with a mocking overplayed 'shh' motion with one finger over his mouth to amplify the unspeakable horror that takes place next. Running it from left to right in one fell swoop the stomach born screams of the H-Games winner are only rivaled by the horrified gasps and yells emitting from the GHW faithful. Tommys skin turns a bright shade of red having had two or three layers of skin removed even Dominik is taken aback by his own handywork but it doesn't deter him from dropping the planer in lieu of something more interesting within the box. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Even Tommy might not be able to keep this up if there is anything more in the form of that within that old Toolbox."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Even if there isn't I'm sure he'll find something, with Tommy boy in a position like this he can't pass up the chance to tear the champion limb from limb."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "...Two questions Fuzz. One, where do YOU get off calling Thomas Tommy Boy and two, do you get all your lines from the Jim Ross encyclopedia of crap commentary phrases!?"
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "One, it's his name and two yes. No need for elaboration, yes." Reeling from the pain Walker is too shocked to move from the seat not too mention exhausted by the contest so far, running at 100 mile an hour into a brick wall for the dozenth time seems to have taken all that was left from the champion as he sits slumped in the rickety chair staring into the blood pooling beneath him. Dominik, however, is only getting started as he now produces a heavy torch from the case but discards it just as quick though not before rattling the kings dome with it once. Repeating that procedure with the otherwise useless items within the box (bag of bolts, tape measure, roll of electrical tape, socket set) until only a few precious but deadly weapons remain. Starting with the Phillips head screwdriver the assassin lives up to his name and jams it into the creased forehead of Walker until the skin breaks which is when he pulls it back and drives it stiffly into the wound rapidly time and time again whilst holding his opponents head inplace by a grip of the tufts of hair on the scruff of his neck, further exposing the wound. Moving on he trades the screw driver for a staple gun which he immediately presses into the untarnished corner of Thomas' brow just below his fringe and unloads a rapid succession of two jagged stapled which break the surface and stick in the roadkillers head. His harrowed cries make the crowd grow evermore rowdy and baying for blood, if that were indeed possible. The unlikely salvation for young Walker comes in the form of Hayden Hardkore having climbed to the apron off Dom's radar and slipped through the ropes with the grace and stealth you'd expect of someone his size. Before that though our valiant champion has collected the new age championship from ringside and brought it with him, using it to blindside the former ruler of the GHW world he smashes the steel plating into the Hollywood Hellraisers jaw and sends him staggering to the side though not falling til within range of the ropes where he collapses into the stiff embrace of the middle boundary marker chest first. Looking to capitalize on the hardwork done so far by Dominik and topples the chair back on itself and hooks TW legs about a foot or so apart, the gap allowing him to step his left foot through and plant it at the waist of his adversary before overlapping the Alabama natives legs. Holding them inplace with one hand he uses the other to excite the crowd while he steps across and rolls Tommy onto his stomach, bends his own knees and wrenches back causing an unnatural stretch in the relative rookies lower back stirring the crowd into a frenzy. They peak as Hayden lets out a satanic cry for the referee, repeatedly demanding the striped official present Thomas with his options: Bear the pain searing his spine with no end in sight or tap the mat three times and give away the title he fought so hard to win. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "I don't think I, or anyone else, would think of Tommy or indeed any of these three if they were to submit. Their bodies have been took to hell and back there can't be much more they can do."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "WE wouldn't think less of them but when the dust has settled I'm certain they sure would." Coming to Thomas rescue like Hayden had done not long before, Dominik wraps his right arm around the strained throat of the current champion from underneath and coupling it with his left behind the kiwis neck he uses his bicep muscle to squeeze the oxygen from the legendary jackasses lungs. Haydens face turns a shade of unholy crimson before he releases the hold he had on Tommys legs in an attempt to prise his hands under Dom's arms and cause some separation but it's no use, almost instantly after the cruiserweight released his grip Dominik pulled down with enough force to roll the three time king of the deathmatch head over hells forward into a seated position. Wrapping his legs around Haydens left arm he presses his entire 227lb mass onto the reigning champs back to force him flat out on the mat where he lay across the sure fire hall of famers shoulders and hooked him under the jaw with an odd (rash) locked finger tort and pulls back--to the great displeasure of the crowd. Haydens feet kick out wildly and he tries with all he can muster to squirm free but like a Chinese finger trap the more he struggles the tighter the hold becomes it'd seem, so he relaxes his body for a second to regroup. Meanwhile Tommy, unaware of that which is happening behind him, makes a tediously slow crawl up the trouser leg of the zebra striped officiator as the only way he can see of getting to his knees. If only he knew what was transpiring a matter of feet behind him he may still have a chance of salvaging the match but he's too concerned with the agony ravishing his body to see Haydens repeated attempts to free himself scuppered time and time again. Having refocused his energy Hayden is rocking back and forth trying to get himself ontop of his rival but it's no use Dominik has him outweighed by a good 34lbs. Indeed, his predicament is so dire to the point that he hovers his free arm a few inches from the mat contemplating ending the match but something inside him screams no, something inside screams that he must carry on so somewhat reluctantly the so-called hero of the story uses the hand to press the right side of his body from the mat and after some hemming & hawing one final push upwards from the extremity toppled the collective weight over--flipping the bodies and pushing Hayden into a much more advantageous position now on his back atop the vying former champions stomach, the challenger manages to retain the bind he holds on Haydens left arm and affirms it with a tight lock armbar applied on the jackasses right with the arms Double H was able to break free from in his resurrection attempt. The fans cry in shared agony with the champion, the commentators break professional bounds and get to their feet anticipating the end is near with Al understandable more pleased than Hayden and the referee presses the kiwi for a decision on whether or not he wants to plead mercy. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "There is only so long Hayden can hang on in a hold like this! He only just free himself from the crossface now he finds himself in a worse predicament with no where to go and no free hand to facilitate a rise!"
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "This should prove to any of his detractors that Dominik deserves as much as anyone, if not more, the flawless flow from the headlock into the crossface was beautiful THEN even when his offense was countered it took him no more than three seconds to pull the advantage back onto his side."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Neither I, nor the majority of these fans, want Dominik to be the champion. He is the worst man for the job, even if he could wrestle better than every other person on the roster that still doesn't excuse his actions. Hayden has all the same attributes and he doesn't feel the need to break the rules!"
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Post by newgm on Oct 24, 2010 16:36:23 GMT -5
Thomas has scaled the most westernly ringpost and balanced himself over the writhing mass of his opposition. Pressing his feet down the alabama born bounces a little on the top rope without ever getting any air time before launching himself headlong forth across the ring to the other two and straightening out within a meter of the former & current new age champions who he uses to break his fall. Connecting stomach on stomach with the defenseless jackass he subsequently crushes the assassin under the combined weight. Dominik relinquishes his hold freeing Hayden to roll under the bottom rope in a feat of self preservation though his shoulder blades and stomach are visibly racked with pain making him a sitting duck for potential submission holds but overlooking this Tommy focuses his attention on Santi whom he drags to the center of the ring by the ankles. Collapsing the Hollywood heavy hitters left leg under his right and holds them in place at his side, using this grip to roll his opponent face down before perching the tip of his knee in the challengers lower back. Wrenching back on Dom's legs he struggles to maintain the hold but miraculously manages to keep the grip, even increase the pressure being applied by pulling more. One last glance to Hayden, attempting to pull himself up on the apron, is academic because before he can even contemplate mounting a coup the resonant sound of Dominiks palm battering the mat seven times in rapid succession fills the arena with confusion and excitement.
Big Al - "YES! From the brink of disaster Thomas has shown why he won the KotDM title back in August and why he still deserves to hold it. One all."
Fuzz - "What happens now?"
Big Al - "Ain't it obvious? TIEBREAK!"
As Al predicted the ring bell is followed almost immediately by the sound of The Lonely Island's “Like a Boss” and the sight of the newly appointed GM Smarky Smark marching to the stage, microphone in hand, business intentions clear by the lack of fanfare he's so accustomed to. The Shaman of Sci-Fi walks in an authoritative manner, with his personal secretary Erin Rajkowski in tow, seemingly shadowing her boss. Smarky raises the microphone to his lips, and addresses the three battle-weary combatants.
Smarky - “This- This is not over! There is no way that I am letting the biggest Pay Per View of the year end the night on a draw! Chip! Nacho! Come on out!”
Confusion ensues, just as Hayden crawls in to the ring, exhausted. At the top of the stage are indeed Chip Diddy and El Nacho Grande, but each man is carrying a ten foot long ladder as they troop towards the ring. The fans begin to cheer, knowing what is about to be announced.
Smarky - “THAT'S RIGHT! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A FOURTH FALL, AND IT WILL BE A LADDER MATCH! GOODNIGHT MASSACHUSETTS!”
On that note, Smarky leaves the battlefield, with Erin following close behind. Chip and Nacho set their respective ladders up on the western side of the ring, before following suit. A hook is lowered from the rafters, and the match official latches both the New Age and King of the Deathmatch belts on to it. The hook is then raised, as all three men trade hard looks at one another, knowing that they have to duke it out one more time.
TBC Whoever
(This is a free for all, and will end this time next Sunday unless all of you post beforehand. Good luck guys.)
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Post by Hayden on Oct 25, 2010 17:13:57 GMT -5
Three weary, battered, bruised and broken bodies stand in the center of the ring. Each man stares up at the now raised belts hanging above them. The blood flows freely now from all three men, the sign of a hard fought match on all accounts. Hayden, having taken the brunt of a fair amount of the damage in the match, lets the mixture of sweat and blood drip down his forehead from the large gash under his hairline. The drip continues down his nose and falls off the tip, slashing to the already stained canvas of the mat. Dominik Santiago sports a gash across his back, splinters of wood from the table that had caused the wound still jutting out from his body. The third man in the ring is the only not leaking blood, yet the toll the brutal match had taken on Walker is non the less evident. As his other two opponents also do, Walker stares up at the belts through eyes that scream of agony. His chest rises and fall exhaustedly as he processes the fact that the match is not yet over. As one, the three men lower their eyes till they lock themselves in a three way staring competition. The shining dual belts above them serve as a timely reminder as to what they are here for. Silently, while the contest of wills continues, the three warriors search within themselves. Each asks themselves the same question- "How much do I want this?" A single glance at the eyes of each of the competitors would tell the answer. Neither is willing to back down a single inch. The match is past breaking point, into the danger zone; where careers are shortened... or ended. Needless to say, the tension in the air is unbearable. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ This has come down to the fabled "fourth fall"!
I knew these three were evenly matched coming in to this, and each one has had their areas of strength throughout the match. Each has picked up a fall, but now we will see just who wants this more.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ This is a classic, plain and simple. The winner of this all important fall wins far, far more than two championship belts. This will cement their name into the GHW history books.
As for me, well, I can't look past the fact that none of the three falls so far have come at Thomas Walker's expense!
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ And two of them have now been at Dominik Santiago's, but that means nothing right now. Each of these men are here, standing toe to toe. All three of them could be the one to walk out tonight with a title over each shoulder. [/center] The staring contest rages on, with the air between the men becoming denser by the second. The din around the arena rises to meet the level of tension, before all hell breaks loose. As one, the three men launch at each other; an almost cartoon-like furious ball of unidentifiable fists and limbs ensuing as wild swings hit home. With neither of the three men putting much of their precious energy into defending themselves from incoming punches, the riot soon sorts itself out, with the reigning King of the Deathmatch Champion first flooring Hayden HardKore with a solid right hook, before being staggered himself by the man he had forced to tap out mere moments earlier. Dominik approaches the dazed Walker, following up on his brawling success by launching into his revered SKO. The quick attack by Santiago sees Walker taken by surprise, yet the KotDM Champ manages to push the 'Lord of the Flies' to one side, Santiago's attempted SKO clutching nothing but air before Dominik crashes back to the mat. Knowing that he had just dodged another bullet, Walker's face becomes awash with relief, yet this turns to surprise as he feels himself being dragged down from behind by an unseen force. Hayden, in the time it had taken Dominik to stagger Walker and launch into his SKO, had managed to crawl around behind his nemesis. Waiting until the opportune time, Hayden had leaped up behind Thomas, and dragged him backwards to the mat in a Neckbreaker that appears to have carried a similar impact to that expected of the dodged SKO. Walker slams into the canvas, clutching at his neck, while Hayden kips up quickly to his feet, the trademark smile reappearing on his face. The smile does not last long, however, with Santiago lining the Jackass up as soon as he had found his feet. Hayden ducks under an incoming Thrust Kick, feeling the wind from Santiago's foot as it sails mere inches above his head. The quick thinking veteran takes advantage of the near miss, hooking Santiago's remaining leg with his own and Sweeping it out from underneath the Assassin. As a result, Santiago is sent once again crashing into the mat with nothing to show for his efforts but a sore back. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ The fury that these men have attacked each other with is a testament to each and every one of them. This is the fourth quarter, and each and every one of them wants to win.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ This is where the physical conditioning will come in to play. We will see who has done their work, and who deserves this the most.
But, with three very weary looking bodies, I expect that this is also where we will start to see some mistakes coming in to play. How costly these mistake will be, only time will tell. [/center] Knowing the impact of the Leg Sweep to be insufficient in keeping Santiago down, Hayden is soon standing over his opponent, looking to continue his assault. However, he is met with a poor reception from the Assassin, who flicks his legs up and wraps them around the neck of the Jackass. Santiago topples the Jackass with the hold, hooking his arm into the foot hold as well and locking in his coveted "15 Seconds of Fame" hold. In an instant, the groans of agony erupt from Hayden's mouth. Santiago grits his teeth as he applies the pressure, knowing that Hayden cannot escape the move via rope-break nor even tap-out. With each second, the cries of pain gather in intensity, wearing down the already battered body of the New Zealander. As the pair inside the ring do their best to break each other, Thomas Walker slips outside, unnoticed. He takes his time in gathering resources. A steel chair is swept up and slipped under the bottom rope, followed by the first of the ten foot ladders. With both items safely inside the squared circle, Walker rolls back into the ring. Thomas clutches at the chair as he rolls, picking it up into his right hand and approaching his opponents. By this time, Santiago's hold had become unbearable for Hayden, the Jackass feeling his shoulder tearing itself apart from within. Walker lifts the chair, first swinging down with pin-point accuracy to attack the shoulder in question and receiving yet another yelp of agony from the New Zealander. This is enough for Santiago to look up and take notice of the unwelcome interruption, although he soon wishes he hadn't. All Dominik sees is a flash of metal as the steel chair hurtles toward his head. With a clang, the chair connects. Santiago relinquishes his hold on the Kiwi, the chair shot having caught him across the back of his head, and slips off into dreamland. In no fit state to mount any type of retaliation, Hayden does not even register that the hold had been broken, his shoulder still crying out at him. Walker simply smiles, tossing the chair aside and making his way over to where the ladder lies. With ease, the current KotDM Champion lifts the ladder, setting it up in the center of the ring, directly underneath the waiting titles. Another glance at his opponents sees both men incapacitated, bringing yet another smile to his face as he begins his ascent. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Here he goes Fuzz. What did I tell you? Walker has this thing in the bag!
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ Well, both Hayden and Dominik Santiago seem to be out of action at the moment, so yes, it would appear that he does. And judging by the smile on his face, I would say that he knows it too.
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ It is a ten foot climb Fuzz, and it is going to be the longest ten feet of Walker's life, you can bet. His body will be screaming at him, his lungs on fire, but those two belts that he is reaching for make it all worth it. You can believe that! [/center] Walker climbs to the very top of the ladder, seeming to move in slow motion as he does so. It is not until he reaches for the belt that he feels the ladder wobble for the first time. Thinking that he had simply shifted his weight too far, Thomas adjusts his stance before stretching out a hand for a second time. He stands, ten feet in the air, fully stretched and unaware of the danger he is in. The first wobble of the ladder is caused by a defiant pair of hands, reaching to the steel for support as a battered body hoists himself to his feet. With his shoulder still on fire, his eyes burn with agony as he reaches a vertical base. When Walker reaches out for a second time, another wobble comes over the ladder. This second shake is much stronger, and unmistakably caused by a human source. Walker looks down, helpless and too late to make any difference to his situation. As the ladder topples over from Hayden's shoulder charge, Walker catches a glimpse of the defiant Kiwi. The ten foot ladder launches Thomas out over the ring-ropes in a collision course with the unforgiving concrete outside of the ring. While the ladder comes to rest harmlessly on top of the ropes, Thomas keeps falling and crashes into the ground back first. As one, the crowd rise in appreciation with the fall from grace. Walker, in turn, does not rise. He lies very, very still in the exact position that the ladder had ejected him into. Hayden surveys the scene, planning his next move mentally as he does so. Santiago is still lying on the mat, yet stirring. The top of the ladder had come to rest on the top rope, stretching from the ropes down to the mat at an angle. A smile appears on Hayden's face as he looks at the shape it had created. He takes no interest in setting the ladder up and climbing toward the belts, knowing that Santiago would soon come-to. Instead, Hayden takes off running. He bounds off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to where Walker had crashed and burned, before running up the steel make-shift ramp created by the ladder. Rung by rung, Hayden runs up the platform as if it was a solid platform. When he reaches the top, he does not hesitate, not even stopping to think. He simply launches himself into the air. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Good god almighty! That was one hell of a drop. Who knows what kind of damage that could have done to the Walker brother? How in the world does Hayden keep coming back like this? He's taken such a beating in this match. Bleeding all down his face, shoulder possibly torn apart from Santiago's "15 Seconds of Fame" and still...
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ I don't think he is intending to use that ladder for climbing Al. I don't think he is intending to use that ladder to win just yet, and I don't think he has finished with Walker just yet!
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ No! Hayden, he's just fallen more than ten feet onto concrete... [/center][/color] Hayden soars beautifully through the air, rotating himself over into a Swanton Bomb after leaping from the platform. Walker does not react to the approaching flying Kiwi, he doesn't even see him coming. With enough impact to jar his already injured shoulder into an agonizing reminder of Santiago's finisher, Hayden lands perfectly atop Walker's incapacitated body. As he does so, the already riotous crowd erupt into a fresh bout of chanting, the Main Event surpassing the expectations of even the most avid fan. "G-H-Double-ya... G-H-Double-ya..."[/i] Bodies lie strewn throughout the arena, shown through a wide angle shot on the Titan Tron. Walker lies unmoving, untold damage having been dealt at the hands of his nemesis, Hayden HardKore. In turn, the Jackass himself has found himself to a seated position, but appears in no better shape. Agony has etched its ugly imprint on his already blood-red face as he clutches at his troubled shoulder. Santiago, in the ring, is crawling desperately over to the ropes, still trying to shake the dizzying effects of the chair shot off. The shot zooms out to show the belts, hanging high above the ring and glinting in the lights while the trio try as best they can to pick up the broken pieces of their bodies and reassemble them into something that resembles a functioning human. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Swanton Bomb, Swanton Bomb! Hayden has surely driven a nail into the coffin of Thomas Walker with that. But how on earth can he climb a ladder now with only one good arm?
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ He may not have to... If he cannot get back to his feet in time, Dominik Santiago might steal this from under his nose. The Assassin is stirring, he can smell victory in the air.
~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ Can he be the one to capitalize on Hayden's destruction? [/center] TBC
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Post by Thomas Walker on Oct 27, 2010 20:27:43 GMT -5
With the aid of the ropes Dominik pulls himself to a vertical base and staggers to the center of the ring, the imbalance atleast casting the shadow of doubt on his ability to wantonly climb the ladder when he so chooses but this will not stop him from trying. Raising clenched fists before his face he spins in circles, having trouble locating his opponents at first and when he does finally pinpoint them he sees neither in a position to mount a challenge to his ascension to glory. Feeling victory is only a short distance from reach Dominik pulls the ladder from its resting place on the ropes and sets up it center stage, taking specific caution for it to be balanced perfectly, before making the painstakingly slow climbs 11 rungs up one step at a time. His calloused hands burn from the sensation of steel digging into his wounds but nonetheless the challenger makes it to the very peak but sadly for him his hands don't get to so much as brush on the leather straps before Hayden comes stumbling through the ropes. The new age champion presses his weight against the ladders open side tipping it towards the ropes in a similar fashion as he had done to Walker but having more time to consider his routes of escape than the current King of the Deathmatch Santiago leaps to the one side and even manages to land on his feet before the ladder has reached the ropes. Gaining his balance Santi takes perhaps a second or two more time than was advisable thanking his lucky stars as the kiwi immediately closes on his position thrusts forward, kicking both legs forth square into the challengers chest and literally shooting him back first into the middle turnbuckle--watching in awe at his own handywork as the Californians head snaps between between the middle and top pads. Clearing the chair and ladder from his path Hayden makes a direct route from the turnpost opposite Santiago and stalks his victim from afar while the Hollywood superstar pulls himself to as much of an upright position as he can muster, leaning at an angle downwards from his back which rests against the top buckle. Spitting the blood accumulating in the corner of his mouth to the mat, the hardcore jackass sprints the distance to Dom and hyper extends his right leg higher than his own head while still in motion, driving it under the lord of the flies jaw as the larger man tilts his head back anticipating impact. A muffled moan of anguish escapes Santiagos shattered mouth as he slumps forward towards Hayden who side steps the former champion and lets him fall into the light paddings embrace. His advantageous positions lasts about as long as it took to set up unfortunately and before Hayden can retrieve the ladder to set up Walker has gotten himself on the apron. Sticking his head between the middle and top rope our exhausted king has his sights fixed on the ground below him as he tries to maneuver his ill responsive left leg up and over the middle boundary marker, so he has no pre-warning of the kiwi jackass who slams the already bloodied steel chair across the apex of his opponents skull spraying a thin stream of blood across the canvas directly below the roadkiller as he slips into a comatose state slumped over the middle rope. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "In little under a minute Hayden has potentially fractured Tommys skull with a brutally stiff chair shot and possibly shattered Dominiks jaw with a stiff take on the yakuza kick. It certainly looks like he's on his way to unified gold."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, in their current condition neither of his opponents look fit to mount any attempts to stop him but then again, I would have said the same about Dominik a few minutes ago."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Indeed, that is how quickly things can turn here in the GHW. Blink once and the momentum can shift, twice and we can have a new champion." Knowing that statement to be all too true Hayden sets his sights on destruction, collecting the ladder first and laying it in the center of the ring flat out before gathering Dominik and dragging him over to the apparatus. Separating the top legs from the bottom he easily guides the assassin into place between them with ease, coordinating his movements so the tanned technician is face down across one set of rungs with his head positioned closest to the ladders feet. Keeping him in place our champion slams the other strip of steps down across his back before pulling the roadkiller forth into the ring by his short blonde hair and laying him ontop of the steel sandwiching Dominik below, as Tommy can do little past open his eyes at this point. Meticulous about every action Hayden retrieves the second as of yet unblemished ladder and sets it up in the corner facing the metal/flesh concoction before him. Taking one last look to the fans for inspiration and drawing a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, mentally preparing himself for what lies ahead as his nerves grow more with each step he ascends on the ladder. Finally reaching the top the kiwi jackass stretches his arms outward at either side like a professional diver preparing to launch. Leaping forward Hayden tucks his head under and tucks his arms as tight to his sides as possible to accelerate himself as he effortlessly rolls around the 300 degree mark before coming crashing back to earth. In one perspective the flight looks timelessly slow for all in attendance while in another the speed gained by the hardkore heretic would be hard to beat or even match from a comparable which makes it all the more painful for him that his intended soft landing across the gullet of Thomas Walker is aborted when the roadkiller rolls himself clear of the carnage moments before the jackass careens leg first across the steel supports crushing the already weakened body of Santiago trapped below between 10ft of riveted metal bars while absorbing an incredible amount of punishment in the back of his own knees and his coccyx. Writhing in agony the new age champion is only able to quell his screams by biting the blood stained canvas, a luxury not afforded to Dominik pinned motionless and crying out for help. As Walker shakes the blood and sweat from his brow he breathes a heavily laboured sigh of relief realizing what could have been his fate, a thought which brings a slight smirk to his torn face though it quickly fade as his mind turns back to business. Scooping Hayden up in his arms he hoists the kiwis battered and broken body to a vertical base before resting the smaller mans slumped torso against his own, soaking in the fans appreciation for the night for a second or two before turning to face the ladder still concealing within its bounds the former new age champion. Hooking the current possessor of that titles head under his left arm Walker then drapes that of the jackass across his own shoulders before hooking the New Zealand born stars waist line and pressing his body high overhead from the mat, almost 100 percent vertically flipped by the time he reaches his peak allowing the Jackass blood to drain to his swollen head and subsequently pump freely from his open wounds. Letting him fall back the way he came Tommy guides his adversaries body stomach first directly across the central beam of the apparatus, applying a brief period of pressure on the lord of the flies within which before Hayden instinctively rolls to one side, shielding his rib cage as his body goes fetal. ~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Time and time again we've seen Hayden come into reach of capturing those titles, quite literally, and time and time again we've seen Hayden sacrifice his own body to hurt his opponents or satisfy these fans. It begs the question, if he does become the undisputed champion will he lose the first time he has to defend the belts because he wants to do a belly flop off the top or prove himself some other way to these people?"
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Hayden doesn't need to prove anything to anyone, he's the three time King of the Deathmatch, two times New Age Champion, he's torn himself and others apart putting on the best matches consecutively year on year and this is no different, he wasn't trying to prove himself or get respect he was simply eliminating the opposition."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Didn't do a very good job, though."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "Well no, not this time." Surveying the carnage the delayed response from well over thirty minutes of brutal punishment catches up with the king and he drops to the knees though, crying at himself in anger, is able to find the will to clamber back to his feet. Spreading Haydens arms over head and his legs below, Tommy collects the fresher ladder and sets it up over his opponents torso binding another competitor between the steel legs, albeit in a less violent fashion while he makes the hallowed journey to victory. Reaching the top Walker takes a seat on the thick platform and hooks his legs under the third rung down on either side, affording him perfect balance as he attempts to unhook both belts from the wire--a task made more difficult by the sweat glistening him from head to toe. While he wrestles with the belts clasp Hayden comes round somewhat to his surroundings and starts a fruitless attempt to free himself but for his complete lack of rang he makes up for it in the violent convulsions shooting through his bodies and unsteadying the ladder strapped tightly to his chest. Determined to carry the championships away from Full Circle though Walker manages to keep his balance long enough for Dominik to crawl loose from his own imprisonment and silence the jackasses rebellion with a cutting drag of his boot from heel to toe across the bridge of the kiwis nose followed by a quick hipped stamp on the same spot. The structural integrity being returned to the apparatus spurs Dominik to climb, through the pain wracking his core with enough intensity to blur his vision and screw his face but somehow he makes it a few rungs from the top, being given the space to climb by Thomas who swings his right leg round to both move it out of the assassins reach while also giving him a leverage advantage. Affirming his position on the ladder Santiago uses his forearms rather than his hands to grip the bars as he eats punches from the reigning champ for ten to fifteen seconds before finally launching his own fist upwards and connecting with the Alabama natives jaw. Rattling the champions confidence as much as anything else, Dominik follows this with a second stiff right hook to make way for him to climb to a level on par with Tommy. The level playing ground sets the stage for both men to unleash an unholy series of blows, neither bothering to take the defensive route and instead suffering everything thrown their way in a reckless display of ferocity until the less weathered roadkiller is staggered by a bone cracking uppercut unbalancing him to the point where he needs to cling on for dear life to stop himself from taking a nasty ten foot drop onto the unprotected wooden ring floor. Taking the champion by his collar and slamming the crown bearers skull into the steel platform he holds the crimson painted dome in place long enough to climb higher and hook his arms around Walkers waist, directing his weight forward serves as enough to flip the Californians body midair bringing him close to a vertical base before his feet hit the floor. The tug from 227lbs of Hollywoods finest screeching to a halt below him tears Tommys fingers free from the steel ladder leaving no option but for him to contract as much as possible and minimize the impact zone as his regal frame comes crashing down ten feet, back first, into the unforgivingly solid floor. Upon impact the kings body begins to double over on itself from the shoulders downwards, stopping only as his knees reach his chest. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "God damn, folded up like an accordion."
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Indeed, I doubt we'll be seeing ANY of these men on TNT for atleast a few weeks no matter who wins, a fair few beds will be taken up at the local infirmary when this one is said and done."
~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "That's for sure, I don't think any of the fans would blame them either for not being able to compete two nights after this." Standing over his buckled opposition Dominik slaps his own chest in a gesture for the fans benefit, telling them something unheard by the microphones before looking back to the objects of his obsession which now swing slightly over head. His eyes darting downwards he watches with a coy smirk as Hayden frees himself from the ladder with ease, now that its not got one (or two) 200+ pound athletes weighting it down, and then using the same tool to help him to a vertical stance. Not noticing the imposing assassin approach him from behind the jackass starts attempting to climb the ladder but predictably he only gets two steps up before Santi hooks him by the collar and leads him to the set of ropes nearest the announce table with an ever growing deviancy glinting in his green eyes, forcing the kiwi legend onto the apron. Swiftly rejoining his opponent on the thin crust of the ring Dominik pulls Hardkores arm across his own chest, forcing the new age champion to comply with his every whim by delivering short back elbows to his torn shoulder muscles, and holds the arm in place while wrapping his own free hand around the jackasses jaw and pointing his sight in the direction of his destination. Staring through sluggish eyes at the commentary team as they scatter to either side of their station knowing full well the lord of the flies intention as much as Hayden himself. The three time king of the deathmatch struggles violently but its no use, he's simply too tired to struggle free from the loose grip applied by his foe who presses both their backs into the set of ropes for a boosted spring before jumping forward with HH in tow. Their flight takes an age as both the aggressor and victim let out a cry as they drift through the air, causing the fans jaws to slowly gape at the sight. Finally an almighty crash rips through the tense silence as everything from Haydens chest up breaks through the table forcing the wind from his chest and a groan from his lips. In no better shape Santiagos flight was just as hazard torn and he himself attributed to the tables destruction as he crashed through it just right of the jackass. Immediately following are the ever familiar chants from a peaking crowd of those three letters by which this was all made possible. Rightly so Colin and Al have pressed themselves as close to the security barrier as possible to avoid any residue from the wreckage.The stench of blood from the ring is ripe, thick enough in the air for those fortunate enough to be in the front row to have the sensation of taste thrust upon them though it goes little way to masking the putrid scent of sweat from three physically and mentally exhausted champions. Titles are little more than that to these three: for the thrill, for the fans or for some sadistic pleasure all three have given this match everything they had and more. ~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~ "For the love of god! Talk about sacrificing yourself for the greater good! I don't know what to tell you folks, Hayden and Dominik are somewhere in that mass of splintered wood, Thomas Walker is yet to rouse in the ring from that hellish sunset flip and these fans LOVE IT!"
~~"Big" Al Mulligan~~ "Ofcourse they do Fuzz. THESE are the greatest Fighty fighty persons in the world, on the greatest show in the world with the greatest commentators in the world! These fans, the fans at home, couldn't ask for more!"
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