TV Title: Revolver Match

[Ryan Hughes]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Revolver match.

Now just for knowledge's sake, here are the rules, one more time.

After a draw for positions conducted by staff, two fighters will start the match, RPing against with one another as the other two combatants "await on the outside". The first two fighters will do an astonishing 5k-ish amount and a fall will be decided from that. The loser of that contest will move on to face the next man in rotation (like a Revolver gun, get it?) and they will compete in a 5k match. THEN, that winner will face the last man in said rotation.

Each match will be under singles-style rule, meant to be quick and entertaining and relieving you guys of stress for length. Therefore, the bracket is of such:

Match 1: First Fighter vs. Second Fighter
Match 2: Winner of 1 vs. Third Fighter
Match 3: Winner of 2 vs. Fourth Fighter
Match 4: Winner of 3 vs. Loser of 1
Match 5: Winner of 4 vs. Loser of 2
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Loser of 3

So that looks like too many matches, right? Well, in order to be actually eliminated from this match you need to lose TWICE. Therefore, say Millson takes a loss to RKP in Match 1, well he'll come back in Match 4 to face the winner of Match 3 in a MUST-WIN situation or fall victim to defeat.

In the case that Match 6 occurs and two men remain in the match, which IS possible, a 7th match will take place to determine your GHW TV champion.

This can, and should be fought in the same thread for the sake of space.

So on that note, here is the draw for the Revolver Match!


Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
Match 2: Winner of 1 vs. Kahlan Clarkson
Match 3: Winner of 2 vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Winner of 3 vs. Loser of 1
Match 5: Winner of 4 vs. Loser of 2
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Loser of 3


With every fall that is decided, this will be updated to show the current state of play.

Also, to promote quickness, we are gonna enforce this rule. If one of the fighters fails to post within 72 hours, they automatically forfeit the fall. If neither fighter posts within 72 hours, both superstars forfeit the fall, and the other two superstars continue. If there are any circumstances that arise which aren't covered here, staff will decide what happens.

Now, where were we?

Oh yeah.

*DING DING DING*


TBC Raj Kim-Po or Barta Bull

[Wyziner]

The bell tolls, Barta and Raja circle each other, each man looking to gain superior position. They ease in and lock in a collar and elbow tie, the power struggle begins. Bull is slightly bigger and tries to use his weight to force Raja back into the ropes, however, Raja is in better shape and the two are equally matched in strength. Once BB realizes that he cannot break the standstill by normal means, he resorts to a more unconventional tactic; The burly pugilist stomps down on Kim-Po’s foot with all his weight. Raja, who is not wearing any shoes, sends up a yelp and loses his footing. Capitalizing, Barta Bull takes hold of RKP’s wrist, bends his knees, and uses leverage to toss his opponent into the ring ropes. Raj rebounds off of the three steel cords and comes racing back toward Barta, thinking quickly RKP extends his arm and swipes wildly at Bull, who ducks in the nick of time and evades the clothesline.

BB reaches out and takes hold of Raj again, this time locking his hands around the Lancastrian Fighty fighty persons hips. With his belly to Raj’s back, he falls backwards and tosses his opponent over-head , releasing him. Raj executes a complete back-flip and lands on his feet. Noticing the lack of a gratifying thud , BB scrambles to his feet expecting the worst; he is greeted by Raj Kim-Po who emphatically high-fives his face with an open palm. Bull is taken aback by the explosive slap to the face, he stumbles a bit , Raj Grins; Barta wiggles his jaw to rid his ears of the loud ringing sound, he cocks back and in retaliation delivers a stiff slap of his own. Raj’s grin melts, he balls his fist and pelts BB on the chin, the impact knocks Bull clean off his feet. The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers, as RKP lifts his hands in appeal.

“Talk about power, Jesus Christ he hits hard!”

“One thing that any superstar here would be ill-advised to do, is to trade blows with Raj Kim-Po. A third degree black-belt, whose punches are backed by nearly two-thousand pounds of force.”

“ That punch landed like a ton of bricks Al, and Raj is looking to take control.”

Raj takes a handful of Barta’s hair and lifts him into a seated position, Raj then steps back, bends his knee, and drives his shin into Barta’s chest. With a loud smack and then a thud, BB is back on the ground. Raj runs to the adjacent ring ropes, leaps onto them and springs off, completing a full moonsault he lands belly first across the chest of Barta Bull. The Middle Way cause Barta to wince, Raj hooks his opponents leg for the pin, after the near fall, he drives his elbow into his opponents face and wraps him into another pin. Barta powers out a second time. Raj stands. Thinking momentarily, Raj pauses, takes two handfuls of Barta’s hair and proceeds to drag him across the ring and settles him in the corner against the ring post. Kim-Po walks away and climbs to the tip-top of the adjacent ring post, he claps his hands in a “warriors prayer”, bends his knees and leaps; now Raj hovers nearly twelve feet above the canvas, soaring for what seems like ages, he cruises effortlessly from one end of the ring to the other. At about halfway cross he bends his knees, and then a fraction of a second later, extends them; near perfect execution, and Raj almost connects with the biggest dropkick in GHW’s history.

At the last moment Barta drifts lazily to the side, just slightly, enough to avoid the brunt the attack and Kim-Po’s feet brush closely past Barta’s head, Bull is impacted instead by Raj’s hips, and the rest of The Wind’s lower body collides with the post and turnbuckles. A loud *clank* rings out over the arena as Kim-Po’s braced knee crashes against the cold steel of the ring equipment, this is followed by the thud of Po’s head careening into the canvas, as he is strewn hap-hazardously across the bulky frame of Barta Bull, who is generally non the worse for wear.

“There you have it folks, your first concussion of the match, and judging from the sound of it, possibly your first injury. I got to tell you Collin, that has to be one of the most painful things I’ve seen in a long time.”

The tech-guys show an instant replay.

“Yeah Al, you can clearly see RKP’s noggin bounce of the canvas, after that beautifully botched maneuver. The thing about high risk , is sometimes there’s no reward, The Wind just demonstrated that for us tonight.”

“Children, for the love of God, don’t try this shit period!”

Barta leans forward, and Kim is pinned. The two and a half second count ends as RKP rolls off of his shoulders and onto his sides. After a moment Barta muster the strength to stand. His chest is covered in a bright red welt, and a dribble of blood trickles down his lip. BB licks the rose shaded fluid from his mouth, and after delivering a stiff to his opponents kidneys, spits it down on him in a show of unsportsmanlike bravado. BB then lifts Raj by his raven colored locks, and drapes the motionless man over his shoulders. He positions RKP high over-head, and kneels down, tossing his opponent over his bended knee. He then allows the man to roll down onto his belly. Barta Bull then sits on the back of Raj Kim-Po, who lies limply face down on the canvas; BB places both of Raja's arms on his thighs, then locks his arms around his opponents head applying a chin-lock. Leaning back, he pulls his opponent's head and torso, further extenuating Raj's weakened neck and back, and applying unneeded pressure to his lower body as well.

Kim-Po is in an excruciating amount of pain, and in desperate need of relief he reaches out in all directions, but there is nothing to latch onto, Bull has the crafty veteran trapped nearly in the center of the ring. Under Barta's weight, Raja's body threatens to snap, the on-looking spectators lend their aid, and in unison begin to chant His initials "RKP...RKP...RKP!" at this point though, Kim-Po's pain is deafening, he hears nothing. By reason of strength alone, almost innately, he begins to battle back; fighting through his pain, he pries his arms free and begins to army-crawl toward the ring-ropes in front of him. Dragging BB with him Raj inches toward salvation, and Barta, having his submission hold disintegrate down to little more then a rear-mounted chin-lock, continues to wretch back in an attempt to subdue his opponent. Raj is nearly there, and the second power struggle begins.

"He almost has it, he almost has it! Just a few more inches. Can he break the hold or will Raj succumb to a submission victory?"

"He is plain crazy, the smart thing to do would be to just tap out, and save your body for the second match. No matter what happens now, this night is only going to get harder for Kim-Po."

TBC: Barta

[Public Enemies]

RKP's right index finger grazes the bottom rope. With one last gasp, Raj lunges his right shoulder forward and successfully clings to the bottom rope. As the rope jumbles, BB releases what's left of his hold.

::Al Mulligan::
"He made it!"

Po pulls himself forward further, joining his knees to his abdomen. BB seizes RKP by his short, dark hair, pulling him to a slumped, but standing position, with hope on the ropes. As he's pulled higher, RKP adjusts his hands to correspond with the three levels of rope. With both men at a loss for breath, BB wraps his hands around RKP's waist and tugs with all his might. Both men bounce back to the ropes; BB tugs again but to no avail, RKP's grip on the ropes is too strong. BB tries again, but is knocked back down to the mat by the force of the ropes. The crowd is very much amused by this turn of events, and by the look on RKP's face: He is as well.

::Al Mulligan::
"This is certainly a pleasing turn of events for Raj Kim-Po."

::Colin Jennings::
"Please...it's just Barta Bull's lack of talent!"

Raj Kim-Po walks casually back to the center of the ring, standing over Barta Bull. RKP lifts the cadaverous, corpse-like portly body of Barta Bull by the shoulders. Raj balls up his fist and delivers a shocking blow to the abdomen of Barta Bull. RKP leans back and unleashes a striking backhand-chop to the collarbone of BB. As RKP measures Barta Bull again, he's blinded by a thumb-to-the-eye. Po rubs at his eye ferociously. With The Wind temporarily blinded, Barta Bull sends RKP falling like timber to the mat with his both of his feet, tripping him. RKP lands on his elbows, face-first on the mat.

::Al Mulligan::
"Textbook maneuver there."

::Colin Jennings::
"Coward..."

::Al Mulligan::
"Call it what you want."

With no time to lose, Barta Bull heads around to Raj Kim-Po's shoulders. With BB's knees directly in front of RKP's resting head, BB seizes both arms with both hands and proceeds to meet his fingertips together. His hands interlock and RKP's shoulder blades grind together in the Butterfly Hold. BB places his knee directly into RKP's temple and pulls up. Po lays his head on it's side, glancing toward the near rope; his abdomen breathing in and out, touching the mat. BB raises himself to one knee and then back down to the mat carrying RKP's torso with him. Life appears in the fingertips of RKP as he attempts yet again to dismantle another hold by El Toro de El Paso.

::Al Mulligan::
"Grounding Po has worked so far for Barta Bull."

::Colin Jennings::
"...But you can't contain someone like RKP forever in a submission hold. Sooner rather than later you face him."

Raj Kim-Po presses himself to a standing position using his legs to help him rise up off the mat. With the force of a thousand mountain lions, RKP forces Barta Bull tumbling into the turnbuckle, breaking himself of a hold yet again. Po charges the corner, leaping into the air, knee first to the skull of Barta Bull. BB slumps down into the mat, rolling over onto his back.

::Colin Jennings::
"Did someone mention already that Raj Kim-Po is in great shape?!"

::Al Mulligan::
"I do believe so, but is this truly the end of Barta Bull!?!"

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Can you feel the tension!?...As always, To be continued by 'The Wind'

[Ryan Hughes]

Raj Kim-Po wins the fall. Close call, and well done guys.

Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
-Match 2: Raj Kim-Po vs. Kahlan Clarkson-
Match 3: Winner of 2 vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Winner of 3 vs. Barta Bull
Match 5: Winner of 4 vs. Loser of 2
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Loser of 3

Next match: RKP vs. Kahlan. Whoever starts this off, feel free to include Raj picking up the fall if you want.

TBC RKP/Kahlan

[Wyziner]

The impact of the flying knee sends Barta to the ground, where he rolls over onto his side. Seeing his opening, RKP wastes no time; The Wind rushes in, leaps five feet into the air, and brings his bare foot down into Bart’s face. The sudden impact causes Bull’s head to impress upon the canvas and his nose contorts violently to the left; his eyes glaze over, and before long a thick crimson liquid begins to flow freely from his nostrils and down his chin. The referrer realizes immediately that Bull is incapacitated, and calls for the bell. It tolls and Charlie Coors stands to announce the fall, as the ref rolls Barta out of the ring with his foot.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the first fall by way of knock-out , Raaaajjj Kimmmm-Poooo!“

“Lord almighty, what a finish. The mercy blow for the victory!”

“Up next it’s Kahlan against Kim-Po. Raj practically taught her everything she knows, and I got to say Collin I doubt she’ll be much of a fight against the seasoned veteran. Lucky draw for him, beating Barta took a lot of effort on his part, if he wants to survive, he will need to conserve the rest of his energy for Triple M.”

Kahlan steps through the middle ropes, and dose a few stretches to limber up. The two approach the center of the ring and embrace, they separate and begin to circle each other. Kahlan charges and shoots in, attempting a double leg take down; she is unsuccessful, as Raj leaps over her. She scrambles to her feet and turns just as Raj comes speeding toward her, he uses his oversized forearm and knocks her down to the canvas. He drops down and puts her into a pin.

"Raj looks to end her night early. Heres the pin."

"Now Collin, even I'm not willing to count her out this early."


Kahlan kicks out at the count of one, Raj rises and gingerly brings his opponent to a standing position; with a stiff knee to her abdomen Raj causes her to lean forward clutching her mid-body. Raja cuffs his hands behind Kahlan’s neck and arches his leg, he pulls down on her head and drives his knee upwards into her face. She grunts. Raj brings his leg down and prepares to assault the young lady again; Kahlan brings her hands to her face in an effort to shield herself, and Raj drives his surgically repaired patella upward a second time, Kahlan’s hands absorb some of the blow, the shot still lands with enough force to put down a grizzly. Ever the little fighter, almost with expert timing Kahlan shoots in as Raj is putting his foot back on the ground. She leans in, slumping her weight down on it until his knee hyper-extends painfully, and Raj falls to the ground.

There is a quick jerk of pain throughout his entire body, and then an unbearable feeling flows evenly through his leg. Kahlan shows no mercy, she drops to her tight bum and locks her legs around his and begins to torque it with a knee-bar. Caught again in the center of the ring with sense-numbing pain bursting his nerve endings, Raj is lying on his back and doesn’t have the strength to drag himself to the ropes. The sweat and blood on his face becomes mingled with tears, as hot salt filled droplets leak from his eyes; Raj tries everything in his power to break the hold, he tries tugging and pulling but this serves only to waste his energy. He sits up and tries hitting her in the thighs, but she is used to strange men doing strange things to her thighs, and his efforts go un-rewarded.

“ The Ladder Queen has in a perfect knee-hold, and the match appears to be well in hand.”

“That’s right Collin, Raj is battling with everything he has, but he has had that knee injury since his legendary bout with Ryan Hughes, and it has shown in every one of his matches since then. Kahlan his exploiting this latent injury, and by God she’s getting her moneys worth.”

Raj finally props up on his elbows and wiggles himself from side to side until he has rolled over onto his belly. Kahlan, being the technical genius that Raj has made her, transitions out of the knee-bar and is now applying a single-leg Boston crab; though the pain is terrible, almost like flap-jacking on pile of ghost chilies and glass, Raj musters the strength to drag himself once again half-way across the ring and he finds the ropes, by this time however, the leg is done for. RKP had been in the hold for about two minutes. Kahlan stands, and brutally she stomps down Po’s leg, she then takes hold of his ankle, and drags him to the center of the ring. She approaches the ring post and climbs it, She then stands at the tip top of it, and prepares to jump off. She raises her arms in appeal, and for a brief moment, the arena gives her a paradoxical cheer.

The split second of distraction allows Raj to gather his wits about him, and he forces out enough effort to get off of the ground, rush over to KC, and deliver a stiff right hook to her jaw. Kahlan plummets to the ring-side floor, and Raj collapses upright onto the near turnbuckle. Through great exertion of force he climbs the turnbuckle, the fickle crowd begins to chant his name now, but unlike Kahlan he doesn’t hesitate to jump; leaping he glides for a brief while, turns a back-flip, and flops down on KC belly first.

“Picture perfect moonsault Al!”

“Yes, but unfortunately, the jack-ass landed on the wrong side of the ropes.”

“Yeah well, you can’t blame the man for being proactive.”

“No, but I can call him out for being crowd pleaser, he has been catering to the arena and the camera all night, and he is making rookie mistakes, he’s not even pacing himself in this decathlon of a match. He throws him self out off ring, and to the mercy of the ten second count, but how does he get back in with his leg that way, just stupid!”

“Well from were I’m sitting Kahlan is in no position to do anything either, so this is still anyone’s match.”

The referee begins to count. One second in, and the two competitors lay motionless on the ground, neither man nor women moves an inch. Two seconds is the count, Raj takes a deep heave of air, and grunts some in-audible phrase. At three, Raj rolls off of Kahlan, who much to the joy of every soul in the arena, is also still breathing. Four seconds now and Kim-Po has begun another army-crawl, a move for which he will most certainly be famous for by the end of the night, and is making his way to the ring. At five seconds Kahlan recaptures her faculties, and she two crawls toward the ring right on RKP’s heels. Six seconds, and determined not to be undone, Kahlan extends an arm and latches onto Raja’s trunks slowing him down, and pulling herself closer. Seven seconds and Raja has reached the apron which he uses to bring himself to a standing position, and once he is up, Kahlan who still has a full grasp on the seat of his pants, uses him to bring herself to a standing position. There are only two seconds left, and Raj tries desperately to climb into the ring, however, he is too weak and KC easily pulls him down. Nine fucking seconds, Raj, who is all reaction now, turns and slaps Kahlan who immediately loosens her grip allowing him to roll quickly under the ropes.

tbc.

[Brad Windsor]

Kahlan also beats the referee’s count of ten by sliding in right after Raj. Coming up to her knees, she tries to shake the proverbial cobwebs from her head and so she misses RKP’s dash to the far side of the ring. When she does finally realise where her opponent is it is when she looks up to witness Raj leap from mid-way through the ring, descending on her like a flying monkey jumping off of a tree top. The middleweight athlete crashes into his considerably lighter foe across the body. The undisputed Slayer of the legendary Strife streak allows the momentum of the force to roll her back, using it to her own advantage. Kim Po has seen it before, Kahlan had proven time and time again in her matches for every move that an opponent had to use on her, she had a counter. As the rolling comes to a stop with Kahlan on top, Po’s answer to the pinning predicament is in the form of his ankle casually landing on the bottom rope.

Wild with bewilderment from not having scored a single count, the proud Geordie springs up to rush the shrugging referee with intimidation and abusive language. This proves to be a fatal mistake as her seasoned rival follows in her footsteps, sneakily swinging an arm around her neck from the rear. Kahlan lets out a silent yelp of pain before her face scrunches up, as she finds herself being choked to death in a hold that appears to be inescapable. The referee who is conveniently stood in front of her calls out to ask Kahlan if she surrenders. She manages to shake her head, shutting her eyes under the strain of pressure on her neck, refusing to throw in the towel. Just then the official’s full attention begins to waver because of the Mighty Man behind him, as his violent impatience to enter the ring results in the ref to turn around in warning. Kahlan is all claws as the devious diva pounces on the slim window of opportunity and takes desperate measures to escape with her skin intact. K’s back heel is quick to snap off of the canvas and dig into the softness in between Raj’s legs.

Collin: Wow! What would you even begin to call that?!
Al: Painful.
Collin: What we have here is an immensely witty mind used negatively in an illegal manner. Kahlan countered Raj Kim Po’s relentless Sleeper hold with an unforgiving back hill. And by unforgiving I don’t just mean the pain it must have exerted, but the hideous nature of its use. It’s Illegal to do that!
Al: This bout is going to be a big thing now. These two are by far seniors to Triple M, our champ and Poor ol’ M- Barta, and the winner in this episode could well be on their way to the ultimate prize here at stake, the Television title.
Collin: Dead on, Al. You can bet your bottom that both of these athletes are well accustomed to each other. They’re going to be looking out for each other’s usual repertoire and going to look to stop each other at every chance they get.

Escaping the loosened grip with an elbow shot aimed at the ribs, Kahlan swirls around to return the favour by coiling her arm around Raj’s head. The Ladder Queen pulls back to tighten her grip and she straitens the stooped man with her lock falling in place. Kim’s wincing features is all apparent but it doesn’t last long as K’s small, feminine figure is no match for the Philippines’ brute strength. Raj regains his freedom by exercising the hammer-and-anvil tactic. He simply throws himself backwards at the turn-buckles, allowing his 220+ weight to do the rest. By first rattling, then squashing ‘little’ K Raj is unravelled from his pestilent foe’s embrace. He sharply swings around on spot and grabs at K’s wrist pulling her out and then sends her flying across the ring as he follows in her shadow. Being wicked to the bone though, the Brit’s Chick outsmarts her former, albeit for a short period, mentor and gives to climbing the buckles with frightening speed. Once she hits the top she flips back, bypassing the oncoming and landing behind him.

The second Raj hits the empty spot and turns in surprise, Kahlan is up in mid-air punching both her legs out with menace. She makes contact with Raj’s upper torso, draping him on to the corner. Full of energy like a live wire, the two time Tag Champ springs up to her feet and quickly retreats a few steps, then runs to and up the buckles around RKP, coming to a stop only when her knee ‘WHACKS’ under Po’s jaw. The Ladder Queen remains knelt on top of her opponent and squints with smugness at the sexist crowd of people below her. Their indignant chants of “RAJ KIM PO” fall on deaf ears. The Cut Squad member is beaming with defiance and to rub it in more, she gets down and dirty. Licking the palm of her hand thoroughly, she bestows upon RKP’s face a loud and sticky slap that brings forth from the spectators a magnanimously traditional “whoooooo”. The soaking slap though works as an electric shocker, bursting life into Po. Stung with humiliation, RKP lifts Kahlan’s other leg up and places it over his shoulder as he lifts her scrawny body up, takes a step forward and detonates her wellbeing with a horrendous, power bomb.

Collin: And Raj Kim Po literally destroyed the opposition with just one move! I’m so used to seeing fast paced, continuous strikes into different parts of the body from the impulsive RKP, wearing his opponents down, that it is just plain weird watching him use such brutal force.
Al: Well, I mean, Kahlan just bitch slapped the man! She is going to taunt him with if for the rest of his career if not his life! That power bomb was backed with pure emotion. Pure rage! One should be always weary of the wrath of a prideful man, especially when that pride is mocked with.

[Ryan Hughes]

Kahlan wins this fall.

Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
Match 2: Raj Kim-Po vs. Kahlan Clarkson
Match 3: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Winner of 3 vs. Barta Bull
Match 5: Winner of 4 vs. Raj Kim-Po
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Loser of 3

And continue. Kahlan, Millson, you're up.

[Millson and Simpson]

Raj falls on top of Kahlan's legs, forcing the slender limbs of the Ladder Queen backwards, RKP holding on to try and force the pinfall and his second decision. However, the wiry Kahlan quickly rolls backwards and escapes the grip of her former mentor, who falls forward to the floor. As he scrambles back to his feet, Kahlan pushes down her knee pads, exposing her kneebones and charges at the Phillipino, throwing both knees up to RKP's head and clutching the back of the cranium simultaneously, pulling herself down to the mat, whilst not releasing RKP's head. As the Demonised Angel's back hits the canvas, both exposed knees slam into Raj's nose, and on impact Kahlan lets go of the veteran's head, throwing RKP to one side. Clarkson quickly follows up the KKO by sliding on top of her former mentor and the referee wastes no time in slapping his hand to the mat 3 times in succession for the pinfall.

Your winner of the second fall, Kahlan Clarkson.

Kahlan has no time to celebrate her first victory of the night, though, as the current Television champion steps up to the plate and slides underneath the bottom rope, wasting no time in charging the Ladder Queen from behind, aiming a right fist at the back of Kahlan, the surprise attack sending the Demonised Angel to the canvas again. A few boos ring down as the crowd recoil from the sneak attack and the mercilessness of which it occured, but Millson just stares down at his fallen foe and smiles, picking up Little K by the scruff of the neck and shoving her head inbetween the Mighty One's legs. Millson wraps his arms around the back and stomach of Kahlan and easily lifts Clarkson into the air, wrapping Kahlan's legs around his own head now, before throwing his weight to the floor, slamming the Ladder Queen's back onto the mat with another Powerbomb. The Daddy's Boy quickly stands back on two feet, still clutching the legs of Kahlan and lifts Clarkson into the air again, slamming her to the mat back-first for a second time. Millson thinks about going for a pinfall, but risks tempting fate by lifting his fellow English counterpart into the air for a third time, sending Clarkson to the mat for a third time, despite some inclinations from the crowd.

Three brutal Powerbombs from the champion, and I have to say, I've been impressed with his brutality and intensity in this match.

I call it mysogyny, Fuzz, and I, for once, agree with the fans refusing to cheer for this guy.

This time, Millson decides to leave the Newcastle Native on the mat but keeps a firm grip on Clarkson's legs, pinning the 122 pounder to the canvas. The man in the zebra stripes slides into position and seeing that Little K's shoulders are down, slaps his hand to the mat twice, Kahlan somehow mustering the energy to raise her shoulders before the official can hit the ground a third and final time. The crowd let out some cheers for the resilience of KC, and as Ian Millson and Adam Jones let out a collective groan at ringside, the Daddy's Boy starts to think ahead and strides over to the turnbuckle, crouching on the middle pad. As Clarkson struggles to get to her feet, the Ultimate Ego grabs the ropes with both hands and starts to practice a kick start, the crowd starting to boo as they know the devastating pain that awaits Kahlan if she gets to her feet. Oblivious to the Mighty Man, Clarkson gets to her knees and crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle, opposite the turnbuckle of the Daddy's Boy. With the crowd behind her in a shocking twist of fan behaviour, the Newcastle Native rises to a vertical position and turns to face the agressor of the match, who charges with his shoulder aimed at Kahlan's midriff. With only seconds to react, Clarkson sidesteps and the momentum of the Daddy's Boy cannot be stopped in time, Millson inadvertantly throwing himself into the steel turnbuckle post.

Millson missed with the Unrivalled Love! This is Kahlan's chance, but can she take it.

Of course she can. Kahlan's a wily veteran, whilst Millson's just a punk kid with a title.

The Mighty One slowly withdraws himself from the ring post, holding his shoulder as he does so, and turns around to face the staggering Kahlan, who is holding onto the ropes for support. The Ultimate Ego makes a grab at Kahlan, but the missed Spear reinvigorates the 122 pound Geordie, who unloads on the champion with a series of rights and lefts, all aimed at the face and nose of the Daddy's Boy. Somewhat surprised by the onslaught, Millson allows himself to be punched all the way to the opposite set of ropes, wherupon touching the three high-tension cables, Kahlan grabs the champion by the arm and yanks him over to the ropes they've just come from. Millson hits the ropes and rebounds, but Kahlan quickly runs at the dazed champion and leaps into the air, turning away from Triple M II and bringing her heel up, momentum yet again playing Millson like a fool, as he runs straight into the heel bone of Clarkson. The Mighty Man hits the mat and bounces onto his knees, only to be sent back to the canvas by a running knee straight to the side of the head from the Demonised Angel.

Ian Millson and Adam Jones turn away from the action, as Kahlan puts her body on top of the Daddy's Boy, knowing that no-one can get up from an impact that hard, and as the referee slides in to make the victory official, Barta Bull is seen already halfway into the ring, preparing for his second match of the night. The referee's hand is inches away from slapping the mat a third time, when out of the blue, Millson snaps back from unconciosuness and instinctively throws his right arm out, somehow managing to grasp the ropes nearest to his near-lifeless body. The crowd let out a gasp, and Kahlan widens her eyes, not believing that the knee strike didn't end the match. The man in the zebra stripes points out that Millson's hand is indeed on the ropes, and despite the protests from the Little K, the official refuses to back down. Clarkson walks over to the downed Television champion and kicks the Ultimate Ego's hand off the ropes arrogantly. Clarkson strides purposefully to the turnbuckle and starts to slowly and painfully ascend to the full height of the ring, the crowd cheering on the 122 pound Geordie, and belied by this unlikely support, the Ladder Queen reaches the top and stands to her full 5 foot 7, staggering slightly. With the crowd cheering raucously, the Demonised Angel leaps off the top rope, executing one and a quarter rotations in the air, aiming to land sternum to sternum with the Daddy's Boy, but with momentum on her side yet again, however, having taken a long time to reach the top, Millson recovers his breath and raises both knees into the air, momentum now making a fool out of Kahlan, as she rebounds off the knees and is sent flying into the centre of the squared circle.

Oww, the 450 Splash took just too long to execute and Millson takes advantage.

Yeah, but I'm sure it was just instinct. Millson isn't clever enought to counter anything, even like that.

And you used to be Millson's biggest fan, didn't you?

TBC- Kahlan, good luck.

[Brad Windsor]

Slowly but steadily, the Champion rises up to his feet. Millson looks down at the prone opponent and tilts his head to the side, a crack coming from his neck. The usual cocky grin fails to appear however, a tone of seriousness washed over his features. Millson swings his arms back before taking a vertical leap and straightening his legs out. He slams down across his adversary’s length, the heel of his boot connecting with Kahlan’s still tender abdominal muscles. Big M rolls to his side leaving Kahlan to suffer from the impact clutching the mid of her torso and groaning in agony. Millson takes his time standing up, seeming to not even register the ghastly nature of his dished out torture. Meanwhile, Kahlan’s feet kick the mat in tantrum, her breath coming out short and ragged.

Through her pain, Kahlan is assisted to her feet and casually turned around to face her tormentor, to which she reacts and throws a hard right across Millson’s jawline, sending him stumbling back a few feet. Daddy’s Boy throws himself back at Kahlan however, putting his momentum and superior weight into a punch that pops her square on her chin and sends her sitting into the corner. Kahlan resiliently pulls herself back to her feet however, not giving up nearly that easily. She steps wearily towards Millson again and raises her fist. Millson backhands her with an open hand across the face, weakening Kahlan’s senses through a surge of rage at the disrespectful gesture. Kahlan quickly shoots forward with her leg whipping up straight, her boot’s toe clanking against Millson’s teeth and sending him flailing his arms back to catch himself as his legs cave beneath him.

Collin: That hurt…
Al: This bout has turned around in a flash! Millson is a great competitor, he has to be since he is our Television champion and Kahlan has been away from singles competitions since God knows when. She is a major figure in tag competitions but running solo, I think she still has a point to prove.
Collin: If she is proving a point, that kick is surely a strong statement. Remind me to get Millson a set of plastic teeth after this.

Kahlan takes a dash back, dropping her weight across the ropes before pushing herself forward. The seated Millson raises his head from the tiny spot of blood on the palm of his hand and is blasted horizontal by the flat of Kahlan’s boot leaving an imprint across his face. His eyes wander the ceiling as Kahlan impedes his sight, reaching down and taking grasp of the Englishman’s dark locks, pulling him towards a standing position. Once her opponent is up right, she quickly takes his wrist and pulls back, twisting him around and into the turnbuckles. Stiffness greets Millson’s spine between the shoulder blades, a vibration runs through his backbone as his knees wobble and he collapses to his hands and knees, unable to support his own weight. Kahlan moves in with a boot to the scalp, flattening her foe against the mat.

Taking utter control is where the Ladder Queen is most accomplished at. Standing tall above her fallen opponent, she mockingly stomps her foot on the back of Millson’s head, rubbing his nose into the dust of the canvas adding shame to his failure to withstand a woman’s ire. Kahlan grabs one of Millson’s wrists and pulls him further within the ring and away from the ropes. She marks her target to her satisfaction by rolling Millson onto his back with nothing more than a haughty kick to his exposed ribs. She enjoys her moment of domination, lifting her left fist high in the air as a small gesture of victory, albeit too soon, much to the disgust of the Mighty Man’s only fans within the arena, Adam and Ian. Feeling the occasion, Kahlan begins to mount the turnbuckles from within the squared circle, undeterred. Once on top however, she stops for a short moment to gaze down on Millson’s lackeys and to their horror brings her fists together in front of her in the shape of an ‘M’.

Al: You’ve got to be kidding me here. She is showing the famous Triple ‘M’ sign to the two ‘Wannabes’ and what’s worse is that it’s being done with Millson lying flat on his back. This is not just humiliation, this is offensive! It’s wrong! It’s abusive! It’s criminal! People get sacked in the UK for saying less!
Collin: Remember which show you’re on. It’s not one of those soap operas you watch on day time TV. This is G! H! DUBELEW!
Al: Well she is from that far away City… United Kingdom. Doesn’t that mean she has to follow their rules too?
Collin: How the hell am I supposed to know, I’m American!

Kahlan leaps off, back flipping twice in mid-air and crashes down chest-to-chest with Millson. The big man is perplexed momentarily, before his eyelids peel back, irises go out of focus and mouth opens up like a gate, screaming in pain. Kahlan however, has taken as much pain if not less, and the force of the impact sends her bouncing a few feet away. A slap on the canvas rings to the rafters, for Millson lifts himself up onto his feet more because of his suffering than his will allowing him. His face is an incarnation of insanity, crimson from degradation he has gone through. Grabbing at his midriff he stomps forward and snatches a lock of Kahlan’s blue strands, yanking her up to face him. To avoid her lurching, Millson keeps his hold on the Queen as he thrusts his head forward, smashing the blunt surface of his forehead into K’s pretty little nose.

Through his rage a sudden idea overcomes him. The Maniac Mauler slams his knee between the bloodied diva’s legs, a move which brings the wrath of the referee as he rushes in to enforce the rules of a singles contest. Cleverer than him, is the TV Champ who turns to him in anger. “SHE’S GOT NO BALLS!” With that being said he swings his attention back to the kneeling Kahlan and despicably rubs her blood smeared face into his crotch. Having avenged his lost pride with brutality and twisted deeds, Millson sets his sight back on his main goal, winning the bout. He pulls the bruised woman up by her hair, drapes one of her arms around his neck and hooks a leg. He simply heaves and prosecutes, taking Kahlan along a projectile journey that ends with her being slammed down on her back.

Al: Millson here is taking us through a lecture on how you should treat a woman when one gets out of hand. From my notes, first you make love to her, then shut her up and just to add a little flavour, Suplex her ass back into her place!
Collin: What the heck is wrong with you, man?!
Al: Why, are you going to remind me that we have female viewers?
Collin: Hell no! I was about to point out we have Andy Gray and Richard Keys in the house, all the way from England!

[Ryan Hughes]

Winner of the fall, once again, is Kahlan Clarkson.

Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
Match 2: Raj Kim-Po vs. Kahlan Clarkson
Match 3: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Barta Bull
Match 5: Winner of 4 vs. Raj Kim-Po
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Mighty Man Millson II

Next up is Barta Bull. Remember, if Barta loses this fall, he is eliminated, so the stakes are raised.

TBC Kahlan/Barta

[Brad Windsor]

As the Queen continues to suffer, sprawled out on the centre of the canvas, she feels the cold and clammy grasp of her foe on her shoulder like the hand of Death himself. Millson yanks the Englishwoman up easily, but the witty Goddess is ready to put up a fight and swings a sturdy set of white knuckles into the Champion’s mouth, sending him staggering back into the ropes. Seeing an opportunity, Clarkson rushes forward after him, stamping both feet firmly across the canvas before launching herself forwards into Triple M. Man and woman both spill over the top rope and tumble to the floor below, each left hurt and groaning at ringside.

Almost an eternity passes with both athletes down, giving the referee a priceless opportunity to practice his counting skills up to seven, before the duo start to rise back to their feet. The Queen rolls into the ring first, using the time she has forcefully won to recover. Millson is not far behind her, stepping up onto the apron before swinging a leg over the top rope, re-entering in a grand display. As he makes his way back inside the squared circle, he is greeted by a chop to the pectoral that stops him in his tracks, welting up the flesh above his nipple. A heavy swinging kick follows up the attack, the top of Kahlan’s foot whipping across the thigh of the Mighty Man. He steps back away from his accomplished opponent, surprised at the much smaller girl’s tenaciousness. Looking at the Ladder Queen in surprise, he spontaneously finds himself entrapped into an interlock of hands and knees woven around his head.

Al: KKO!
Collin: That’s got to be it! Yet again out of nowhere, Kahlan springs up and strikes. My God this girl is amazing!
Al: Amazing or not she has to cover him.
Collin: One! Two! Three!
Coors: Winner of the third fall… KAHLAN!
Collin: Not in a million years would I have ever thought of Kahlan be the one to start the fourth fall, still undefeated. Man, is she on fire tonight. K-breaker after K-breaker, these fans are getting their money’s worth out of this.
Al: Would you listen to yourself? There is no need to enlarge this Collin. Here comes Barta and this girl’s Irish luck would run out sooner or later. If she’s smart enough, she’ll get out of the ring and let the man win the fall without a fight.

Scrambling herself upright while watching her fallen foe role out in defeat, Clarkson is distastefully surprised in the form of a giant laying his hands on her. He spins the legendary female around easily, and clasps her tightly around her throat. Her eyes bulge out wide as she gasps from the suddenly cut out air, feebly trying to break the hold with her small hands on the big meaty forearm. Barta only spares a moment to grin evilly, before he heaves up and slams down one half of the Cut Squad all on his own. The Bull straightens himself up, proud of his strength as he looks down upon the Queen ready to humble her further. He raises his big boot and hammers it straight down on Kahlan’s soft stomach. The force of the impact brings K’s both feet and head up altogether as she screams in pain and rolls over to her side, throwing up everything she had for breakfast there in the corner of the squared circle. Taken aback, Barta turns to the zebra-striped official in disgust, “She wasn’t pregnant was she?” His answer comes from Raj Kim Po’s allocated corner of the ring. “NO YOU BIG FUCK, YOU SQUASHED HER OVARIES!”

It takes the entire weight of the referee and his ever threatening tone to stop the big man from striding to the RKP corner and engage into an illegal brawl. His anger flaring again, he reinstates his attention back to where it is supposed to be. Kahlan is laboriously pulling herself up by the turnbuckles, unaware of the stalking hand that shoots for her hair. Grabbing his opponent by her purple locks from behind, Barta savagely forces K up to her feet and drapes her arm around his neck. He easily lifts the cruiserweight up and sits her down, facing away on the top turnbuckle. A heavy pat on K’s back stimulates her awareness through the burning sensation it leaves on her skin, preparing her to feel what is coming. Barta turns around and picks her up onto his shoulders.

Collin: Oh Jesus! I want to say “Someone has to sto- stop this” but I won’t. Is he going to do what I think he is?
Al: Let me tell you something, if she kicks out of this third Power Bomb, this time being executed by this over 6 feet tall giant, I’m going to quit my job! I ALWAYS THOUGHT WRESTLING WAS REAL? THIS ISN’T REAL!

In a last instant attempt to save her hide however, the devious diva drops to her back, searching for enough momentum to propel the beast over, but Barta is smarter than he seems. He holds his ground fast, letting his charge to fall down hanging from his tall figure and using his legs, hooks each of her arms by stepping forward each time. In control of the situation, the rookie turned into master technician squats a little and thrusts down to jump forward and crash down on top of the Ladder Queen, using his 250+ frame crushing her into the canvas. The force of the collision shakes the entire ring’s structure and retrieves a collective exclamation from the crowd. Worse though is the manner in which Kahlan’s high pitched scream cuts off the moment she meets the mat, face first.

Barta untangles himself and rolls away to his feet. He comes up smugly, stretching his arms out to his sides as he bellows in triumph with his adversary lying face down and motionless at his feet. Feeling confident he turns to Raj and points at his own crooked and bloodied nose, then points at his EVO pro and brings his hands up in front of him to snap an imaginary twig.

Al: The kid has balls and I admire that. But deep down inside he is afraid of another encounter with Kim Po. He knows the sooner he pins Kahlan, the sooner it is for his mentor to yet again enter the ring and this time he may break more than just his nose. That’s why he is prolonging the inevitable three counts.
Collin: Inevitable? INEVITABLE?! She outlasted the Champion and the Odds on favourite one after the other and you’re saying Kahlan will inevitably lose to Barta?
Al: That man is twice the size of her and just planted her in a way it might take her weeks to recover from. How on earth is there a possibility for Kahlan to outlast Barta? The man has ‘Bull’ there in his name. Do you understand? BULL! HE HAS HORNS AND A 14 INCH PENIS!

TBCB Barta
CHEERS

[Public Enemies]

::Colin Jennings::
"Thank you for instilling that mental picture inside of my head, Al..."

With the force of a thousand mountain lions, Barta Bull pulls up Kahlan Clarkson by the roots of hair facing her. BB seizes her by the waist with one arm and lifts her lower body onto his right shoulder with the other. With their heads skew, Little K slides off of Bull's shoulder behind his back and is pulled down in a freefall as the Angry Chick interlocks her hands around Barta Bull's neck, securing both her legs folded up behind El Toro de El Paso's shoulder blades. The crowd rises as Kahlan's kneecap collides with BB's shoulders. Barta Bull lies paralyzed on his back by the maneuver, star-gazing into the arena lights.

::Al Mulligan::
"KKO! KKO! KKO!"

::Colin Jennings::
"This move spelled the end for Milson just minutes ago!"

Raj Kim-Po's jaw tightens as KaHLaN makes the cover on an opponent twice the size of her total weight. The ref drops to the mat and checks to see if the shoulders are down. Indeed they are, and the count begins with the rest of the GHW faithful!

::Al Mulligan::
"The cover! KaHLaN is just three seconds away from advancing!"

"!ONE!"
.
"!TWO!"
.
.
"!THREE!"

DING!
DING!
DING!

::Colin Jennings::
"She did it! My God she did it!"

::Charlie Coors::
"Here is your winner, KAHLAN CLARKSON!"

::Al Mulligan::
"Amazing! True athleticism! We need to take another look at that!"

A replay is cooked up in the staff room and the techies pull it up for the viewers.

::INSTANT REPLAY!::

With their heads skew, Little K slides off of Bull's shoulder behind his back and is pulled down in a freefall as the Angry Chick interlocks her hands around Barta Bull's neck, securing both her legs folded up behind El Toro de El Paso's shoulder blades. The crowd rises as Kahlan's kneecap collides with BB's shoulders. Barta Bull lies paralyzed on his back by the maneuver, star-gazing into the arena lights.

KaHLaN finally stands up in front of the crowd. The referee raises her hand in victory as Little K catches her breath.

[Dustin Delta]

Well, Barta has withdrawn I suppose. So to make Ryan's life a bit easier and to do my staff-related duties...

Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
Match 2: Raj Kim-Po vs. Kahlan Clarkson
Match 3: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Barta Bull
Match 5: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Raj Kim-Po
Match 6: Winner of 5 vs. Mighty Man Millson II

Kahlan has to face her first opponent of the tournament, Raj Kim-Po again. If Raj loses, he is eliminated, leaving only Mighty Man Millson to keep Kahlan away from the coveted TV championship. So best of luck to Kahlan, who is certainly on a roll, and to Raj, who needs to knock Little K off her high horse.

TBC Kahlan/Raj Kim-Po

[Wyziner]

After seeing Kahlan's hand raised, Raj shakes his head in disappointment. Kahlan gestures for him to enter the ring, Raj smiles, whips his hair back and drops from the ring apron to the floor below. Raj turns his back on the ring and begins to walk toward the entrance ramp, sweat and blood trickling down his face; he turns to the ring back-peddling, and waves off his competition, as if to say "To hell with this." The ref begins to count him out.

"Where the hell is he going?"

"It appears that he is walking of Al, can you believe this? Raj Kim-Po of all people is quiting a match."

"There must be more here then meets the eye, Kim-Po is a lot of things, but he's no quitter."

"Maybe he is afraid to face Kahlan again."

"Fat chance! Raj fears nothing."

The official reaches a count of 10, and to a chorus of boos and jeers Raj Kim-Po exits the arena, walking to the locker-room turning his back on the match, and effectively turning his back on his fans.

TBC

OOC: In lieu of a pending storyline, I secede from the match and relinquish victory to KC.

[Dustin Delta]

Match 1: Raj Kim Po vs. Barta Bull
Match 2: Raj Kim-Po vs. Kahlan Clarkson
Match 3: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Mighty Man Millson II
Match 4: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Barta Bull
Match 5: Kahlan Clarkson vs. Raj Kim-Po
Match 6: Kahlan F'N Clarkson vs. Mighty Man Millson II

Unless Millson wins, this is all Kahlan needs to win the Television Championship. If Millson wins, Kahlan and Triple M go into overtime in a seventh fall, as it would be Clarkson's first elimination.

Call me an asshole, but it seems like Kahlan is a lock for this match.