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Post by Brett Blaze on Oct 13, 2010 17:37:04 GMT -5
The crowd watched in awe as the previous match ended. They cheered loudly and waved their signs in anticpation for the next contest.
Fuzz: It has been an memorable night to say the least and this next contest should be just as intense.
Al: Wow! You may actually be right for once Colin. Ethan Hawke tried to get into the head of Stan Dreamer at Code Blue and shortly after that his wife died. How much you want to bet that psychopath Stan Dreamer will think Hawke had a hand in it?
Fuzz: Well Hawke shown no remorse for those actions and in my opinion by using everything that has happend to get this match he is showing his true colors. A egotistical, manipulative prick.
Al: Well that is all well and good...
"Don't you want to be me!"
The Head Hunter's music stopped the thoughts of "Big" Al and the crowd eagerly showed their contempt to the Evo Rookie as the following verse began.
"They call him Ryu, he's sick. And he's spitting fire. And Mike got him out the dryer he's hot. Found him in Fort Minor with Tak. What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine. He's a prick, he's a cock. The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot. Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow. Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe. He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope. You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat."
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First being accompanied to the ring by his Evo Pro "The Deadly and Dangerous One" Desperado. Hailing from Jacksonville, Florida. He weighs in to night at 225 pounds. Standing six feet one inch tall. "The Head Hunter" Ethan Hawke!
"He's not your everyday on the block. He knows how to work with what he's got. Making his way to the top. He often gets a comment on his name. People keep asking him was it given at birth. Or does it stand for an acronym? No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth. He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice. Him and his crew are known around as one of the best. Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent."
Ethan Hawke strutted out onto the ramp. The Deadly and Dangerous One following behind him slowly, shaking his head. Desperado was wearing his tradmark black with gold trim trunks and wrestling knee high boots with a shirt which read Evo Pro. Hawke wore a pair of two tone black trunks with a a red tribal bird on the front and his name on the back also in red, a pair of black kick pads, black knee pads, and black wrist tape. Hawke turned to his pro and mouthed the words "Don't worry I got this. I'm on a roll." Desperado shook his head again. Hawke turned, looking around at the crowd. He lifted up his hands slowly and began moving his fingers back and forth in a gesture of come on let me hear you. The crowd booed loudly and The Head Hunter continued his way down the entrance way. Ethan stopped a second time once he reached the ringside area, as Desperdo took is quickly becoming regular place at the commentary table. Hawke jumped onto the apron and slingshotted over the ropes. He landed both feet gracefully. The Florida native strutted to the closest corner and jumped onto the middle ropes. He began to point at the crowd yelling "You know you came to see me. You wanted it and you got it! So sit back and relax while I teach this punk a lesson!"
Fuzz: Hawke has been on a roll as of late. He defeated Chris Pyro, won the My Island challenge, and scored the win over Young Gansta in recent weeks. I think it is safe to say confidence is running really high on this night.
Al: Wouldn't you be just as cocky and confident if you had the looks and skills this young man has? I mean come on Colin, I believe he deserves to be a little sure of himself. And it is nice to see you again Desperado.
Fuzz: Sure kiss up partner.
The official attempted to check The Head Hunter, but Hawke just shoved him back, pointing at himself and saying "Don't touch me boy." The referee argued with the fact that he had to check the Florida native for hidden weapons. After a few moments of arguing back and forth, Hawke submitted to the brush down.
TBC: Stan
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Post by zee488 on Oct 22, 2010 23:47:46 GMT -5
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While the referee scrutinized Ethan for traces of any foreign objects, a high pitched disturbance filled the air causing everyone in the arena to hold their ears due to the screeching, disturbing noise. Ethan and the referee stood in the ring, their hands covering their ears and the commentary team feeling the same deafening, discomfort due to the unwanted noise.
”Jesus Christ Collins! What is this despicable noise, my ears…”, Al shouts at the top of his voice to be audible.
”I can tell you this much, it’s really discomforting, but what is going on?!”
Eventually the sound is replaced with the fluttering of wings which is even louder than the previous noise but that sound soon vanishes off the P.A. system to actually be replaced by the same sound somewhere within the arena. Everyone including Ethan has their eyes glued towards the entrance tunnel. Heartless by HIM suddenly bursts out through the P.A. system as the fluttering of the wings grows louder over the music and eventually the source of the noise is revealed as a crow flies down from the rafters. Every one turns their heads high staring at the bird that finds its prey in the form of Ethan Hawke, its dark eyes focused at the form in the ring.
”How did that bird get in the arena?”
The crow aims straight for Hawke’s throat, its talons pointing at Ethan’s carotid artery, but moments away from the death blow, the crow flies by right over his shoulder, scratching him in the process and moves onto rest over on one of the turnbuckles. This sudden attack causes Ethan to turn in the direction the bird flew off, i.e. towards the entrance tunnel and once he faces the other direction there standing within the ring, right in front of Hawke’s face, is Stan Trinity. Standing 5 ft some inches tall, a mic. in his hands, sporting black attire including a leather jacket.
A “fuck” escapes Hawke’s throat as he backs away towards the ropes.
"Chill out pal!! I’m not gonna’ hurt you, atleast not yet!" a grin forms over Stan’s visage as he tilts his head towards the right, scrutinizing Hawke.
"Oh you seem fazed! Did my “birdie” scare you, I’m sorry!!"
Hearing this Ethan quickly pounces towards Dreamer but he backs away a few steps before Hawke could get his hands on him.
"Not so fast Ethan! I have a few things to clear. I hear you’ve been trying your best to dig dirt on me eh! Well let me do the honors. I am indeed one selfish sonofabitch! The biggest asshole that could ever have existed on the planet, and well I have no regrets. I might have had some humanity once, but since that was taken anyhow, all that remains is this." Stan points towards himself.
"Someone who cares the least about what others think, this time I won’t be second fiddle to no one, but I promise all of you to make you my puppets. And now Ethan, this sonofabitch will prove to you that he can “take” anyone, anywhere at anytime!"
And with one swift movement, the mic, that was clutched in Stan’s hand moments ago, goes flying away towards Hawke’s skull courtesy of Dreamer, but obviously Hawke being clever enough slides to the right and out of the way of the object. Ethan smiles at his successful duck from the cheap shot, but he is unable to prevent the next move as Stan comes gliding towards Hawke, elbow raised in front of his chest, driving it right into Hawke’s adam’s apple, driving the Floridian down to the mat.
”And apparently the match is now on its way!”
”Finally!!”
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Post by Brett Blaze on Oct 23, 2010 0:39:56 GMT -5
Dreamer stared down at his fallen foe as Hawke grabbed at his throat and fought for oxygen. The widower quickly mounted the little birdy and began to rain down blows to his face. The official tried to talk some sense into the infuriated Stan, but his words fell upon deaf ears. The ref began to count. 1... 2... 3... 4...
Finally Dreamer stopped his assault long enough for the ref to end his count and then guickly went back to it. He stopped and started in rapid succession leaving Ethan defenseless.
Fuzz: Good show from Stan Dreamer. It is about time someone taught this egomaniac a lesson.
Al: What a cheap shot! Come on Hawke! This guy isn't even a man you said it and he knows it.
Hawke finally escaped the barage of blows from the smaller Dreamer. The Head Hunter slid out of the ring and started to pace back and forth. The official stood next to the ropes and yelled at the Florida native to return to the ring. Desperado sat silent at the commentary table, his head shaking. Dreamer reached over the ropes to a shout of "Keep him back ref!" from Hawke. Hawke stared at his opponets legs and quickly attempted to grab one, but Stan jumped back far enough to evade his grasp. A frustrated groan left the lips of The Head Hunter.
Fuzz: Hawke can't touch Dreamer. Irony or Poetic justice Al?
Al: Neither. It is just an rough start. C'mon Hawke.
The ref had already began to count-out The Head Hunter and was at five when Dreamer dove out of the ring, driving Hawke to the thin mat covering the arena floor. The sickening thud ignited a fury of chants from the crowd "Stan is gonna kill you, Stan is gonna kill you, Stan is gonna kill you". Hawke rolled around on the floor while Dreamer lifted up a section of the padding. Stan folded the dislodged piece over another and pointed at Hawke to a thunderous applause from the crowd. "Slam him, Slam him, Slam him". Stan forced the dazed bird of prey to his feet, but only recieved a kick to his knee before Hawke hooked his head. Hawke stared at the audience and shouted "I'm going to put him in a coma!". As the Florida native prepared to drop backward, however, his opponent had other plans. Dreamer swept the leg of his already falling opponent and Hawke snapped hard to the unforgiving concrete, with a loud smack. Stan lifted his foe and sent him toward the turnpost, before sliding back into the ring. Hawke stopped himself in the nick of time. He stared at Stan intensely as the zebra shirt restarted his count.
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...
Hawke listened and at that point shouted to the ref to back The People's Choice up. The official did just that and the Florida native slid back into the ring holding his back as he rose to his feet. Stan smirked at Ethan with a devilish glee. The bird of prey took flight and attempted a running High Knee, but was easily side stepped, Dreamer laughed. Hawke snorted as he began to clap, staring down the widower. A lightbulb flashed in his mind as Hawke got an evil idea. The Head Hunter smirked and pointed toward Stan to a chorus of chants from the disapproving crowd. Hawke shouted "Hey Stan I wanted you to know I did see your with before she died! Infact we made the water run until we damn near froze in my shower!". Dreamer's face shown no reaction, Hawke grabbed at his hair as he realized his attempt to rattle Dreamer had no effect. The little birdy ducked an attempt at a running lariat and followed with a spinning back kick.
Fuzz: I think Dreamer is getting into The Head Hunter's head more than Ethan is getting into his.
Al: Not for long. Hawke is smart. He'll figure out a way to out do Dreamer.
Hawke grabbed his opponent by the head and quickly began to throw punches. The crowd booed as the smacking sound of the blows echoed. Hawke followed by locking Dreamer into a three-quarter face lock and dropping to knee snapping The People's Choice over to a seated position. The Head Hunter followed by quickly running into the ropes and booting Stan in the face. Hawke glares at his downed adversary and mouths "I am more of a man than you'll ever be." while he pointed at his own abs. The Florida native tapped Dreamer in the face repeated with his foot. Hawke sat Stan back up and repeated the running attack he had just completed, busting Dreamer in the mouth.
Al: And finally Hawke is back on track.
Fuzz: Back on track? I think Hawke is officially off his rocker.
Ethan grabbed The People's Choice by his hair and began to shout at him, "Worthless! You step into this ring you play by my rules! And I say time's up! Rules have changed!" The Florida native followed by slamming the back of Dreamer's head into the canvas.
Al: I wonder what he means by that?
Fuzz: Nothing good I'm sure.
Ethan took a step back and began to stalk his opponent. As the The Peoples Choice returned to his feet Hawke hit him with a fore-arm to the face and followed up hooking his head and right arm. The Head Hunter played to the crowd. "Want it to end?!" he inquired. The Florida native followed by locking in a Cobra Clutch on Dreamer, but as he lifted Stan from the canvas, The People's Choice caught his arm and snapped foward. Hawke rolled and quickly returned to his feet only to recieve a punch to the gut, head, and a roundhouse kick to the skull. The little birdy fell to his knees infront of his opponent. Stan grabbed his head and began to throw some more wild punches. The official again scolded Dreamer for the closed hands shots and again it fell upon deaf ears.
Fuzz: Wow nice counter by Stan Dreamer. I think Hawke was looking for The Scrambler, but recieved an Armdrag and three hit combo. Hawke could be out.
Al: No! No! No! C'mon Ethan! Get back into this thing.
TBC: Stan
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Post by zee488 on Oct 25, 2010 1:15:49 GMT -5
As the match is going underway it seems that Stan has been able to find one way or the other to counter Hawke’s attacks. Stan continues to clobber down hard fists onto Ethan’s skull, his aim being to see some crimson pour out of Hawke’s tough nugget. Yet the referee prevails getting in way and pushing Dreamer aside. Hawke seems to be dazed by those showers of punches but when the referee moves into the check on the Floridian’s state, he ducks down, trying best to hide his face from view.
“What’s Hawke doing?! He’s acting as if it’s a first blood match or something. You think he’s seriously injured here?”
“The hell yeah I think he’s hurt. With that maniac Dreamer punching down countless punches down on you, you are sure to be hurt.”
The referee struggles to get a good look at Hawke but his efforts are blocked by the Floridian’s dismissal to reveal his current state. Stan eventually gets frustrated and moves into the situation to get him hands of Ethan but the referee once again turns his attention towards Stan, yelling at him and trying to push him away. This is when Ethan, well and alright, jumps into action, finding his way past the official and tackling Stan down to the mat.
“AHA! I knew there was something fishy going on with Hawke!”
“Tactics and theatrics Collins. That’s what it’s all about. Ethan putting his brain to good use I must say.”
Ethan laughs a maniacal laugh, mounted over Dreamer’s torso. Stan tries to push him off but the Floridian’s barrage of punches, one after the other showering down, prevent that from happening. Stan shrugs his head trying to escape the dizziness which is the result of all those punches Hawke just delivered. With a sly grin still visible over Ethan’s face he gets back onto a vertical base. Ethan continues to keep his attention on his foe as grabs both of Dreamer’s legs pulling him somewhat to the center of the ring and turning him over onto stomach. Stan helplessly stares at the mat, unaware of what’s going on behind him. This is when Hawke still holding onto Dreamer’s left leg, places his own right knee joined right over Stan’s left knee joint, entangling their legs in place and he drops down with exerted force slamming Stan’s knew onto the mat, still holding on.
FUCK!! screams Stan in agony, but the pain isn’t over yet. Ethan proceeds to reach for Dreamer’s neck and places his right arm right under his chin. For a moment Stan almost tries to bite on Hawke’s hand but Hawke already had a grip onto his neck. As Ethan pulls Dreamer’s neck a bit towards himself, he can feel the effects of the submission maneuver being locked in, in the form of his aching neck and the pressure and pain that his back was taking at the time. Loads runts and growls escape Stan’s mouth, as he tries to look back and determine Ethan’s position and maybe free himself from this perilous situation. When that fails, Dreamer’s cries of agony are replaced by some very profound curse words.
FUCK! CUNT! SONOFABITCH! MODAFUCKA! SHITBAG! FAG!...
The commentators stare at the ring wide eyed and then at each other
“Ahem! Makes you wanna put this show on a PG rating. What’s Dreamer exactly doing?”
“Shouting obscene words?!”
With the cursing still underway, Dreamer manages to crawl, inch by inch towards the ropes, pulling himself to safety and by the time he reaches there it appears he’s out of new curse words and so the abusing stops. The referee does his duty as he orders Ethan to let go of Dreamer, which the Floridian does, but after being informed twice again.
Ethan seems happy with the damage he’s caused. A final grunt makes its way out of Stan’s mouth as he turns himself towards the ring, still seated supported by the ring ropes. Ethan looks at Dreamer from the other side of the ring, devilishly smiling at him. Stan struggles his way back to his feet, and with his right middle finger symbolically raised towards Ethan, charges towards the Floridian with whatever speed he has left. Ethan manages to stop Dreamer in his tracks, doubling around him and grabbing him from behind and throwing Stan backwards, releasing him in mid air. Hawke wait for thud of Dreamer landing on his back and seems satisfied when the ring shakes just a bit. But when he turns around he finds Stan standing on his feet, supporting his weight more on his right leg. Before Ethan could motion Stan is the one tackling Ethan down this time.
“This match is getting really interesting every minute!”
“Not to mention, the momentum is constantly shifting from one to the other.”
In the ring, Stan is once again back on him feet, bent down over Hawke, shouting at him.
”YOU KNOW THE MYTHBUSTERS PROVED THAT CURSING REDUCED PAIN, YOU SHOULD TRY THAT. IT WILL HELP!”
With that said Stan positions himself such that his weight with much difficulty now rests mostly on his weak leg and the effort can be seen in his movement. Yet Stan manages to move around Hawke kicking him and driving his boot onto critical joints and parts of his body, every time yelling something new.
”THIS IS FOR HURTING MY WIFE!, THIS IS FOR INSULTING HER GRAVESITE, THIS IS FOR BEING AN ASS SO MANY TIMES, AND THIS IS CAUSE YOURE ETHAN HAWKE!
Stan delivers a last few blows till the referee tries to stop him, Stan in a fit of anger shoves the zebra stripped official aside almost pushing him off his feet. The furious referee returns, pinching on his shirt, reminding Dreamer who he is. Stan backs away with a disgusted look on his face and the official goes to check on Ethan.
“Each of those kicks had pure emotion backing them. I must say Stan is putting his heart and soul into sending Hawke to the hospital or worse.”
“Is solving a vendetta here or what? Get the goddamn show on the road, cuz’ I’m bored.”
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