New Age Title FCA: HardKore vs. Hughes

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Blood Runs Cold has certainly seen it's fair share of blood tonight, proving to be a fitting tip of the hat to an up-and-down 2010. Luckily for the fans, there is one match left, and that happens to bbe the match that could start in the ring, yet finish by the hot dog stand! The camera pans around the sold out bleachers, with many a fan trying their hardest to grab the cameraman’s attention and have the rare honor to lift their novelty signs towards the screen for the folks back home. As soon as the commentators are ready, the production team in the back switches the feed, so it portrays the two commentators, smiling at the camera.

Fuzz- "Its finally time for our main event, as Hayden HardKore puts his New Age Championship on the line against Ryan Hughes. You know, this match could go anywhere. The bleachers, the concourse, even the-”

Big Al- "BUNKER HILL MONUMENT! Jeez, there is so many times you can hear that analogy before you realise the GHW needs to go touring. Anyway, say what you want about Ryan Hughes, but he has been there or thereabouts in the title hunt throughout this year. I think he could cap it off tonight with a third title reign!”

"But so has the man he is facing. Hayden has the veteran experience that Hughes just can't buy, and in a match which demands full utilization of everything around you, that could prove pivotal."

”But Ryan made Hayden tap in the NeXuS Deathmatch! Wait, Hayden was Santo, right?”

Charlie Coors- "The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the GHW New Age Championship!"

Coors' announcement is followed by the beginning of ”Seven Days” by Corrosion of Conformity which plays through the PA system, signalling the long awaited arrival of the Chief Batmanite. The fans begin to cheer the Mancunian, who seems to be gaining the adulation of the people once more- to an extent. Ryan pushes the last of the curtain cloth which clings to his shoulders, and stares straight ahead, wanting to get right in to this epic encounter. Hughes slowly walks to the ring decked out in sky blue trunks and his “Vintage Batmanite” t-shirt, ignoring all signs of life and looking straight ahead.

Over time mistakes were few but I believe they're mine
Faded mind youth was old and the years were so unkind
I'm the one I face the change I know that stands before me
Believe in me … CAUSE I DAMN SURE DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU!

Stopping a quarter of the way down the ramp, Ryan slowly adjusts both his hands in to the shape of guns, before spinning around, “blasting” the stage and causing sky blue fireworks to burst out in to the air at every “gunshot”, in a ironic tip of the hat to his hometown of Manchester. In the ring, Charlie Coors adjusts himself, before clearing his throat and wiping the sweat from his brow. Lifting the mic up, Coors announces Hughes' arrival.

Charlie Coors- "Introducing the challenger, from Manchester, England, standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 241lbs, he is the 2010 NeXuS Deathmatch winner... Ryan Hughes!"

“Hughes looks stoked. He knows that this could make or break his year- and next year for that matter.”

“What are the odds on the match leaving the ring within five minutes?”

I cannot deny myself my anger and pride
I cannot deny another lie
Waiting to find another spike right through my hand
Hope I'm killed before I die

He continues his slow walk to the ring with his band of merry men, going over his pre-planned match strategy over and over again in his head. He doesn't bat the hands of fans away, he simply embraces the fact that the fans are on the side of the Mancunian Mastodon. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel steps; the sound of clunking metal rings around the surrounding area as he ascends to the squared circle. He climbs the turnbuckle, looking up to the heavens. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, he walks over to the referee, listening to the man drone on about the rules of the contest. After the the man in the zebra stripes finishes, Hughes nods in understanding, before turning to face the stage, awaiting the biggest Jackass ever to hold the coveted title.


TBC

[Hayden]

Hughes goes through his pre match warm-up routine as he waits for the Champion to arrive. Trying to mask his nervousness with brash cockiness, the Batmanite glares up the ramp, expecting the arrival of the Jackass at any moment. The air is thick with anticipation for the much talked about contest. An awkwardly silent wait stretches out far longer than any of the fans would like, with Hayden's usual tactic of 'keep the people waiting' hoping to give him a slight psychological advantage heading into the main event. Eventually, the Kiwi Legend's music blares out of the speakers. As CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play, the lights around the arena dim down. Only a scattering of small searchlights scan the arena. Before long, the lights converge in the center of the entrance ramp, a thin whisp of smoke now filling the stage. The crowd rise to their feet as they see a familiar shadowy sillouette standing against the illustrious backdrop.

Hayden HardKore had arrived.

The shadowy man is kneeling, his hands stretched out wide as if asking the heavens for strength. Behind him, a second figure stands, his hands placed on the kneeling man's shoulders. As the light shines upon both men, it catches first on the simple brown robes of the man standing behind the Undisputed Champion. Padre Caton Mendez stands smiling proudly at his Champion, each of his hands placed upon the gold of the dual titles slung over Hayden's shoulder. His left hand is placed upon the New Age Championship, his right upon the King of the Deathmatch Title. Hayden lifts his bowed head up, staring into the lights around the arena as the illuminate his way forward.

~~Charlie Coors~~
Introducing secondly... Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He weighs in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety Three Pounds.

The current Undisputed Champion, holding both the New Age Championship and the King of the Deathmatch Championship. He is the man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!

~~Big Al Maulligan~~
Well, the critical critics are at it again. If Roadkill's comments of late are anything to go by, Hayden has something to prove again tonight.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
What more can he prove?
Hayden HardKore is the ONLY person in the history of GHW to hold the title of Undisputed Champion twice. I don't think people realise the significance of that.
Vladimir Strife, in all of his greatness, cannot even boast that accomplishment.

Here is a man that has fought criticism all through his career, and you know what... He has come out at the top of the mountain.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
If he wins tonight, I will believe in him. But this is the year of Ryan Hughes. Nexus Deathmatch... He has already won the title once, and clawed his way back to the top. He needs to come away with the win.

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"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 pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply"[/color]

With his manager, Father Mendez in tow, Hayden takes off running down the ramp. Wasting no more time than he already had, He dashes down the ramp, his aviator sunglasses still attached to his head and his charcoal grey "Jackass" merchandising t-shirt still covering his torso. As he does so, he slaps the outstretched hands of his fans down the left hand side of the entrance ramp, before sliding into the ring.

Mendez walks down the right hand side of the ramp, bowing respectfully to fans he greets along the way. With Hayden inside, he glares at Hughes for a number of seconds. The Jackass rips the sunglasses off his face to add to the drama of the scene. Neither man is willing to back out of the staring contest. Finally, Hayden breaks the gaze with a smile before turning away. He motions with his hands toward the sunglasses he is holding, before tossing them out to the hungry crowd. A small scuffle results in a rather overweight middle aged man hoisting the aviators high above his head in victory.
The whole scene is reapeated across the opposite side of the ring, where the Jackass whips his t-shirt off and tosses it into the crowd to a waiting gaggle of female fans. A more vicious scrap breaks out this time, with the scent of the Jackass enough to spur the ladies into madness. A bout of hair pulling and face slapping results in a feisty redhead making away with her prize, while the others attend to their wounds. All the while, the figure of Ryan Hughes waits more and more impatiantly, held back by the unseen powers of the referee. Hayden hands the man his dual titles, which are promptly handed to the time keeper.

With both men signalling their readiness, the ring bell sounds the start of the match.

TBC Hughes

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As the echo of the bell fades away, it is replaced by the rapturous sound of the GHW faithful's voices, who are all fired up and ready to witness a tremendous match. Hayden and Ryan lock eyes, neither moving from their spot. Simply, they stare at one another, waiting to see which man caves in first. After a few seconds, Hughes cuts through the terse atmosphere, as he addresses Hayden with one effective sentence, spoken in a snide, yet determined manner.

“Let the madness begin.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.”

And with that, both men make a beeline towards eachother, each man throwing a left fist almost simultaneously. Both punches land, but that doesn't faze the combatants as they continue to launch everything they have at one another. An especially powerful blow stuns the Jackass, causing the lighter man to stagger slightly. The Mancunian Mastodon takes full advantage, not giving HardKore a moments rest as he continues to fire blow after blow to the ribs of the Undisputed Champion. Left, right, left, right; the punches lands on their fragile target before Hayden has a chance to properly shield his ribcage from the barrage. The champion is resigned to leaning on the ropes, hoping for a ceasefire sooner rather than later. The peace that Hayden longs for arrives, but it is cruelly snatched away as Hughes whips the champ to the opposite set of ropes. The Kiwi rebounds from the cables, careering towards Hughes. The Batman bows slightly, preparing for a back body drop, but HardKore second-guesses and unceremoniously boots Hughes right in the kisser. The King of the NeXuS drops with a thud on the sweat-stained canvas, clutching at his face just to make sure it is still there. HardKore goes for a quick pin, but Ryan has enough about him to hoist his left shoulder up after two. Hayden removes himself from his opponent's body, and retreats, plotting his next plan of attack.

Hughes rubs his jaw before returning to a vertical base also, but he walks straight in to a boot to the midriff from the Jackass. Hayden grabs the doubled over Brit by the lining of his trunks, tossing him through the middle and top rope, letting the Mancunian tumble to the floor to the joy of the nearby fans. As Ryan struggles to his feet once more, Hayden steps through the ropes and on to the apron, awaiting the former champions attention. When Ryan does turn around, HardKore clasps his hands together; jumping off the apron and slamming his fists in to the crown of the Batman. Both men fall but Hayden keeps control, mounting his adversary and pounding his skull with his bare knuckles. After five strikes, the Kiwi covers Hughes for the first pinfall attempt outside the confines of the squared circle. Once again, Ryan powers out at two, leaving Hayden slightly frustrated that his early attempts have bared no fruit.

“Hayden will need to do more than that to get this one finished. Hughes isn't a man to be beaten by a few punches.”

“Granted, but you can see what he is trying to do, right? Get this one over BEFORE we reach the violence, because when the blood flows, it's open season.”

Before Ryan has a chance to tidy himself up, Hayden returns to the offensive, slamming his boot in to the stomach and ribs of the Mancunian Mauler. Finally the champion gives way, allowing Hughes to clamber to his feet with the help of the nearby announce table. HardKore notices this, and grabs the back of Ryan's head, before slamming it in to the desk, rattling the monitors, papers and drinks to the dismay of Al and Colin. Not content with just the once, Hayden forces the two-time champ in to the wood once again, only this time hard enough to make Hughes rebound and fall on to the side of the ring. The Briton's eyes roll in to the back of his head as he tries to shake off the throbbing headache, while Hayden soaks in the approval from this Boston crowd. Unfortunately, Hayden took his eye off the ball for too long, something you never do when you are fighting someone like Ryan Hughes. Taking full advantage of this window of opportunity, the former champion slaps Hayden with both hands on either side of the head, producing an effect much like a flashbang in the field of combat. The champion stands stunned momentarily, allowing Ryan to swing his right fist which crashes in to Hayden's cheekbone.

Hughes follows Hayden as he staggers away, easily catching him up. Wanting to cause as much damage as possible in these short moments of freedom, Ryan grabs the champ, and launches him in the the steel barricade, with the momentum causing HardKore up and over, and in to the floor seats which are filled with overexcited fans. The fact that the match has spilled out amongst them causes the fans to cheer wildly as Ryan slowly makes his way over the the vulnerable Kiwi. Hayden massages his ribs, as fans around him pat him on the back, trying to encourage the New Age champion in to continuing. Clambering over the steel barrier, Hughes stalks Hayden, while the Kiwi tries to create some space between himself and his tormentor. Spotting a relatively chubby fan nearby, Hayden closes in on the youngster, before taking the beverage he was enjoying. Hughes gets ever nearer, but Hayden cracks the plastic lid off the cup, before throwing it in the face of the Bipolar Brit, temporarily blinding him as the hefty fan bemoans “DAMNIT MY SODA!”.

“The action has spilled out amongst the fans, and Hayden is stealing kid's drinks. Your GHW Undisputed Champion, ladies and gentlemen.”

“He showed smarts, and that's why he is our top guy. Besides, his parents can buy him another drink.”

“BUT WHAT IF HE WAS AN ORPHAN, COLIN? WHAT THEN?”

Hayden makes tracks, pushing through the small gangway across the rowdy fans while Ryan rubs his stinging, soda-filled eyes. As the pain subsides, Ryan pushes through the fans, locking his blurred vision on to the jostling form of Hayden HardKore. He sees the New Zealander hop over the barricade by the entrance ramp, and quickly follows. HardKore ducks beneath the steel mesh, hoping that Hughes' lack of eyesight would give him enough cover. Ryan arrives, looking confused as to the whereabouts of his prey. His questions are soon answered with a strong uppercut to the face, which knocks the Mancunian for six. Hughes droops over the top of the barricade, seemingly unconscious from the sucker punch. Hayden stands, clasping Hughes' head in a three-quarter facelock. Using strength unparallel to his 193lb frame, the champ pulls Ryan's limp form over the guardrail, so only his feet keep him in mid air. And with a swift fall backwards, Hayden plants Ryan's head on to the steel ramp. If he wasn't out cold before, he certainly is now. Waving the referee over, the champion falls on top of Hughes, hoping that the impact of that ingenious DDT would put his challenger away.

“What a DDT! Hughes is out cold!”

“I think he may have lost several IQ points... and Ryan seems pretty banged up too!”



TBC

[Hayden]

The Dual Champion revels in his momentum, looking to seal the early fall at the Batman's expense. The ref scuttles over to the pair as Hayden hooks the leg of his opponent, slapping the steel of the entrance ramp twice before Hughes manages to roll his right shoulder, enough of a movement to break the hold, but not exactly the powerful kick-out seen earlier. Hayden smiles up at the referee, cheekily flashing a gesture with both of his hands as to how close he thought he was to winning. The match official shrugs his shoulders and holds up the usual two fingers in reply before beckoning Hayden back into the action.

Knowing that it will take more than steel and DDTs to defeat the NeXuS Deathmatch Victor, Hayden helps his opponent back to his feet again. With no count outs and not requiring the ring to contain his pinfalls, Hayden lets the Right Hemisphere of his brain begin churning as the creative flicker in the back of his eye turns on. He sizes up the arena, the scaffolding around the "Blood Runs Cold" backdrop and the Titan Tron. With Hughes in tow, he heads for the top of the ramp, before Irish Whipping the Batmanite ahead of him, so that the British Bawler hurtles straight into a thick metal pole used as part of the set backdrop. Hayden watches as Ryan's skull bounces off the metal and the Batmanite slumps forward lifelessly, his arms slowly falling to his sides once more. The Kiwi looks calm and relaxed as he followed up his onslaught, catching Hughes before the Number One Contender's Legs turn to jelly underneath him. With Hughes under the control of the Kiwi, Hayden drags him toward the impending entrance curtain.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
Hayden seems to have sent a message to Hughes. It is clear that the Champion intends to stay Champion tonight.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
Hayden is in his element, pure and simple. He has the entire arena to work with tonight, this is classic Hayden HardKore right here.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
This is a classic through and through. Don't forget that Ryan Hughes beat Hayden HardKore at NeXuS, even if it was under the guise of Santo Masceras. A win is a win. Hayden is "Zero and One" against the Batmanite.

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Escorting Hughes out of the arena by the scruff of his neck, Hayden can't help but feel in control of the match. As the camera crew struggle to keep up with the men and out of harms way at the same time, they capture amateurish images of Hayden tossing Hughes along the entrance corridor leading to the ring. Hughes is thrown the wrong way up the corridor, falling head over heels into a laundry cart that had long since been discarded against a wall. All eyes are glued on the giant screen as the action is all captured through a camera lens. As the seconds wear on, and the camera crew begin to get their bearings, the picture becomes clearer. Hughes is flailing about wildly, trying desperately to free himself of the stench of a mountain of dirty jockstraps and wet towels that now cover him.

Before he can do so, Hayden had set the cart in motion, pushing is along the corridor, much to his opponent's protest. Hayden breaks into a jog and slams his way through a two way door, much like that one would see in a television hospital series. The hallway opens up into a large garage-type storage area, full of packing crates, cameras, lighting rigs and other assorted technical gear. The Jackass picks the pace up into a sprint before giving the cart one last push and setting it on a collision course with a big rig truck, brandished with a GHW logo on the side and a smaller logo reading "Interactive Rigging Co". With a boom that echoes throughout the garage, and all over the arena with the aide of the PA system, the laundry cart slams into the side of the truck, spilling dirty laundry and a disheveled looking Ryan Hughes out and onto the concrete. Being the largest item inside the cart, the Batman's momentum carries him further forward, and he slams his head into the side the of the truck before collapsing to the ground in a heap of clothes.

Hayden watches the whole scene with a look of amusement on his face, obviously enjoying himself at his opponent's expense. He takes time to pick his way through the mess of laundry and lighting equipment, tossing aside jockstrap and towel alike before finally finding his way to his opponent again. However, he finds Hughes not in a comatosed state as expected, but fuming, with his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red as he pulls what appears to be a soiled pair of undergarments from his head. Hayden has little time to react to the Throat Thrust that follows, and hits home. The Jackass staggers backward across the storage garage, tripping over a beam of stage lights that had been left on the concrete floor. This time it is the turn of the New Zealander to fall on his behind, scrambling away from an especially pissed off looking Hughes. The Brit comes at him with fire in his eyes and bad intentions in his heart.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
Where in the hell are they now?
Some sort of lighting graveyard?

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
No Fuzz, I believe that truck belongs to our road crew... Who incidentally, do an amazing job I'll let you know. These two must have found their way into the roadies storage garage.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
Well technically Hayden found his way into the garage, on account of Hughes being belly up inside a laundry cart. And now the tables seem to have turned.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
Call it karma, Hayden plain embarrassed Hughes, this is the world's way of getting even. One thing is for sure... If these guys aren't careful, we are going to have some mighty pissed off roadies on our hands.

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With the concern of the road crew not exactly on the forefront of Hughes's mind, the British Batmanite pounces straight on Hayden again. He yanks the New Zealander onto his feet again and lifts him into the air. Hughes then proceeds to pace across the storage garage, to what appears to be a rather solid looking storage crate and hurls the Kiwi back first into the top corner of it. The small of Hayden's back lands squarely into the corner of the crate, causing the Jackass to yelp in pain before he crashes back to the unpadded ground. He rests his back up against the side of the crate, which only serves as an invitation for further punishment.

The further punishment comes in the form of a swift kick, driving the back of Hayden's skull into the solid black crate. The New Zealander's head droops as he lapses out of consciousness at the kick. Ryan is not done with the Jackass yet, however, as he sizes up his next move. He hoists Hayden to his feet a third time, sweeping him up into a Spinebuster. He turns around 180 degrees before slamming Hayden back to the unpadded concrete ground. Past the grunting of both man crashing into the ground, pas the slapping of bare skin meeting concrete, a very distinct crack can be heard. Hayden's lifeless body is lain out sacrificially for Ryan's picking apart. Hughes snaps up the opportunity to roll the lifeless carcass of the great Undisputed Champion into a pin. He relishes the sight of the referee sliding in to position to count the pinfall. Hughes closes his eyes as he heard the slap of the match official's hand slamming into the concrete for the first time. He heard the official calling out the first of three numbers, yet the whole world seems to move in slow motion.

"One..."

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
Wow, that sure put Hayden in his place. A huge kick to the head, driving the head of the Jackass almost through the side of that packing crate... And a Spinebuster that may or may not have snapped the Kiwi in half.

Stick a fork in him, this Roast Kiwi Bird is done.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
Uh, I'm pretty sure you can't eat Kiwi, much less roast it... But whatever. I sure don't see Hayden getting up from this one. Another short lived title reign from the Has-Been Champ I suppose?

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OOC: Wasn't sure if it was no-DQ as well, so I kept it relatively free of disqualification worthy events. FCA has always been a grey area for me.

[Hayden]

As one would half-expect, the referee's hand almost grazes the concrete floor for a third time before Hayden kicks out of the move, just enough to get a shoulder up off the ground. Hughes knows that he had just come frustratingly close to securing the win, and the anger is clear on his face. Giving Hayden no time to recuperate from his earlier onslaught, Ryan gathers the New Zealander up and lifts him to his feet. With little care for the well being of the dual Champion, the Batmanite hurls him toward the double doors they had crashed through in the laundry cart. This time it is Hayden's turn to slam through the doorway and collapse to the ground on the other side. The Kiwi scrambles to his feet as best he can in an attempt to escape the incoming Hughes, but Ryan easily catches up with him and stops him short with a balled fist to the side of the head. In turn, Hayden spins around and crashes into a trestle table that stands against a white washed concrete wall.

In a moment, Hughes had gathered the New Zealander up again, and is steering him toward a second pair of doorways. As the pair get closer, they see that both doors lead to different rooms. This doorway is much smaller than the first, one with a "male" sign on its wooden surface, the other with a "female" logo. Hayden's head is nearly forced through the doorway as Hughes tosses him in the direction of the male locker room. A cleaner shrieks and leaps out of the way as both men come hurtling through the doorway at him. With the brush end of a mop, the petrified custodian tries to keep the rabid Fighty fighty persons at bay. Hughes ignores him and pushes his way past, slamming Hayden's head into a towering metal locker.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
Ryan Hughes has lost it. I was sure he had the match won, and that pesky Hayden HardKore just would not stay down. Now, it is safe to say that he is ensuring the Kiwi is out for the count next time.

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
Hayden has no answer to Ryan's offense. I really do think that we are going to crown a new Champion tonight.

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Again, Hughes drags the dazed New Zealander to his feet, tossing him across the room again and back first into another locker. Hayden virtually bounces off the steel, but lands on his feet with a menacing look in his eyes. Hughes charges at him again, but Hayden is waiting for him. In one swift motion, the Kiwi Veteran drops to the ground, tripping the British Brawler with a Drop Toe Hold. Hughes crashes to the ground, his head bouncing off a wooden bench as he falls. Ryan's head snaps backward from the impact of the bench as Hayden stands to his feet again. The Kiwi walks over to the steel lockers he had been tossed into. His eyes light up as the plan unravels itself inside his head. The Kiwi grunts with effort as he reaches up to the set of lockers, groaning as he struggles to tip them over. Inevitably, the towering locker structure topples over, landing squarely on the battered figure of Ryan Hughes, burying the Brit underneath the weight of a fully laden set of lockers.

Hayden relishes the moment, before reaching underneath and dragging out an unconscious looking Hughes. Again, the referee is in a perfect position to capture the fall as Hayden drops to his knees before hooking Ryan's leg and locking him into a pinning predicament.

"1...!"

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
Good god almighty. Hughes might have some long term damage after that. Hayden just dropped a set of a dozen lockers on top of him!

~~Colin "Fuzz" Jennings~~
I guess enough is enough for the New Zealander. This is why he is the Champion, he can hurt you even when it seems like his back is against the ropes.

~~Big Al Mulligan~~
And he sure can take a beating, I'll give you that.

What the hell?

Mulligan's tone suddenly changes to one of confusion as the ref is suddenly blindsided by a shadowy figure. The mystery man turns out the lights o the match official with a solid boot to the head. Confused as to what the hold up is, Hayden feels a hand on his shoulder, pulling him off the top of the pile. The camera crew, unable to get into the best position, are unable to make out the mysterious figure who proceeds to break up the pinfall and toss Hayden aside.

TBC (He Knows Who)