Triple Threat Redemption match

[Millson and Simpson]

This match is a Triple Threat Redemption match where the winner will advance in the Charging Glory tournament and it is also for the Television championship. Introducing first, he is the champion, from Whitby, England, weighing in at 235 lbs, Mighty Man Millson II.

A mixed reaction ensues from the Boston, Massachusetts crowd as the Television champion for GHW, Mighty Man Millson II, enters the vicinity, appearing on the ramp. Millson smiles and takes the title off his shoulder, before raising it in the air with both hands, gold pyro rockets flying as he does so. When the noise subsides, the Ultimate Ego rests the gold back on his shoulder and his father, Ian Millson, plus teammate Adam Jones, appear from backstage, the triumvarate walking confidently down the ramp. As they reach the ring, Millson hops onto the apron and springboards over the ring ropes, before sauntering over to the middle of the squared circle and raising the title into the air, another mixed reaction from the crowd to follow.

Not that I condone his actions at Total Carnage, but in retiring Raj Kim-Po, a seasoned veteran, and keeping his Television title, Millson's earned this match.

But neither he or Jack Night could get the job done the first time, and I'm betting on the mystery opponent to proceed. Hopefully, he has...nice donuts.

What?

Oh, sorry, I was distracted by a fan behind me with jelly donuts. Carry on.

TBC- Night or the mystery man. I call not posting first.

[wasted]

Alex comes out with his cousin by his side.

Will edit llater.

[Brad Windsor]

Apr 1, 2011 13:01:22 GMT -5 Brad Windsor said:

The scene opens on a pair of high converse trainers walking. As the view gradually zooms out and moves up, it is apparent that it’s not just the feet that are in the lacy shoes, but the entire legs are in it. Down the sides of the yellow converse pants are pictures of notorious looking snakes and different sized ladders. As if that is not clue enough, the frame finishes its resizing and the cold countenance of the blue haired Clarkson reveals itself. In just that moment she is suddenly halted by a block in her path.

Coors: "Well, well, well. Damn me if it isn’t the feisty one roaming around backstage. Kahlan, I’ve been dying, as I’m sure many MANY Ladder Queen fanatics been kicking themselves wondering, to ask you this question, what happened?"

Charlie extends his microphone towards the Englishwoman as a flicker of a frown works a shadow across her cool and calm features. Kahlan looks directly at the Ring Announcer, breaths fiercely for a round and grabs at the hand holding the Mic. She pointedly readjusts its position in front of her lips and lets it go.

“What happened?”

Kahlan throws both of her eyebrows up in a quizzical gesture.

“You are asking me, what happened? Well I’ll tell you what happened alright. I had enough. I had enough of controversial decisions screwing me at every turn. Don’t get me wrong, I love controversy. I AM controversy in FLESH! But I had it up-”

She brings a hand up in front of her chest to show an imaginary limit, while Charlie’s eyes flick down at the sign.

“-to here with that condom soaking, weasel faced, piece of garbage you call Triumph’s General Manager. That Fake son-of-”

Kahlan stops midsentence staring right at Charlie who has his attention fixed on her hand drawing a bar in front of her. Annoyed she raises the hand a bit further so it comes into one line with top of her head. Charlie’s focus remains unchanged however, as he continues to stare at the place where the hand used to be before. Noticeably looking angrier, Kahlan swiftly swats the Interviewer across the face with a wicked slap.

“PERVERT!”

The mark of the hand print quickly disappears from Charlie’s face as it flushes a glowing red. He beings to stutter…

“I… I was… just looking at-”

That itself is cut short with another quick slap across the same spot.

“SHUT UP!”

Kahlan rips the Mic right out of Coors’ hands.

“I know it’s probably your first time looking at real NATURAL pairs here in this company, but if you look at me again anywhere apart from in my eyes-”

Clarkson raises her hand and takes it behind her ear as she re-enforces her promise with the threat of a physical act.

“On your previous question Charlie Coors, what happened is nonsense. However, what is going to happen is of extreme importance. Jake Diamond… you know that overrated blond, egoistical prick, with the pair of lackeys thinks he is very clever. He cuts a deal with Spunk and screws up Kahlan. Well done boy. You managed to piss off the piss taker of this company. You call yourself the Cult of Personality. OH. MY. GOD. But where the heck is this personality you talk about!? Since you’ve returned it is obvious to me that you’ve had deal made somewhere behind everybody’s back with our corrupt-to-the-bone management to get you to the top. You didn’t win anything, you were given everything. Just to prove my point, this very last Sunday, what happened? You got your ass handed back over to you by GHW’s pensioner, Hayden. How old is Hayden, huh? You tell me Coors. How old is Hayden? He was wrestling before my friggin’ grand pa was born back in England. And you Jake, you got what we call is the word PWNED! If you’re a Diamond, I’m a god-damn Diamond-Cutter!”

Kahlan strikes the palm of her hand with the side of the other to make the point.

“Now Charlie, I’m going to come back, make a return sometime and make things right. I’m going to come back much, much sooner than what you expect. I’m going to come back and when I do I will tear this place apart and change the entire face of this Glory and Honour bullshit back into its God and Heretics features, where I will be the God and Spunk and his pal Diamond would be the Heretics I smite.”

Kahlan turns her face entirely towards the camera.

“Jake Diamond… I'm COMING FOR YOU NIGGA’!”

With that Kahlan slaps the microphone into Charlie’s chest and pushes past him on her way.

Kahlan begins to storm down the corridor but the camera stays on her heels, following her along. She stomps past a set of double doors and as the doors swing back to shut on the camera, she comes back out to stop in front of them for a split second to look about searchingly. Then she cuts left towards a well-lit section of the previous corridor crowded with members of staff and a despondent Greenspark holding a pack of ice-cubes over an ugly looking lump on the crown of his masked head. Kahlan comes to a standstill right in front of him just to stare at him up and down. She pauses, then grunts and turns sharply towards the set of curtains behind them.

Matt Oliveira: “Wait a second. Just hold it right there. Is she looking at the same place I think she is looking? What!”
Hyper Elf: “Oh boy, you mean to say-”

BARRICADES AND BRICK WALLS WON’T KEEP ME FROM YOU

Kahlan unceremoniously rips the curtains aside the moment her theme, ‘Barricades and brick walls’ by Kasey Chambers hits the PA system.

“Jesus mother of doughnuts the Diamond Cutter is the final entrant into the Charging Glory tournament! This thing just got hot baby!”

“Quick hide the minorities! Wait… I’m Canadian.”

“Matt I was thinking if Collin was interviewing just now and he is not here...”

Kahlan after striking an arched back pause on top of the ramp simply glances to her left and an attendee brings her a microphone before quickly scurrying away. The crowd have gone absolutely ballistic by now, a great proportion cheering for the sudden twist in the nature of events considering the face of Mayhem Main Event, and a minority show their contempt for the bitchy character of the Ladder Queen by making their voices hoarsen. The mystery turned into surprise casually flicks a lock of hair behind and ear before bringing up her Mic.

“Ladies and gentlemen without further ado allow me to introduce to you the person you already know god-damn-better than you know your own moms. I hail from England and I am the best god-damn female Fighty fighty person this industry has ever witnessed. I am the Ladder Queen … Kahlan frigging Clarkson!”

The microphone makes a hollow noise as it hits the stone floor where it is dropped. Kahlan is already dashing across the aisle and towards the squared circle. Her tenacious burst of speed opens her pathway to the ring when Alex’s cousin runs away to the side and out of her way, while the wild look on her face makes Millson and Knight both take an involuntarily step back inside the ring. Kahlan finally reaches the ring and she swiftly slides head first in just as the referee signals for the bell to ring.

“Woa! We’re up and off running with fists flying everywhere. This match really looks like it has the ingredients to make me hyper, and you know what I mean by that.”

“That just tells you how much upping the stakes in a contest can add heat to it. There is one last place available in the final four candidates for CG Title and we have three strong headed athletes each with their own reasons on why they should be the one to be that fourth lucky man or woman to take it. Kahlan just added a bit of drama to that, as we all know her she lives up to her name being the drama queen, and all there is to do is win a wrestling match.”

TBC

[wasted]

The two former stable mates, Little K and the resident Crybaby seem to have reunited, for only a few seconds. They both begin to beat the title holder into the corner with raging blows. Alex falls behind as Kahlan steps up on the middle ropes, mounting herself on top of Millson. Slowly at first, the gradually growing in both speed and impact, the Ladder Queen begins to rain down strong right hands. The enthusiastic crowd begin to count the number of blows out loud.

“1.…”
“2...”
“3..”
“4.”
“5”
“6”
“7”
“8”
“9”

Clarkson cocks back her first, balled tighter then ever, she begins to muster up all the strength in her being before commencing to expel all her strength behind one, seemingly last powerful strike. However, just before she could finish the Might One off, Alex stealthily comes from behind her and locks his fingers in front of her thin waist. Faster then the striking of lightning, Night reclines back, dragging Kahlan through the air and slamming her harshly to the canvas with her neck and back absorbing most of the pain. Kahlan writhes in pain, rolling and kicking her feet and it looks like the German Suplex broke more than just their brief, unspoken alliance.

“Typical Alex Night. He never learns does he, he could have easily kept Millson out of the match, by team with Kahlan. Goes to show you how this company isn’t made for the young and hopeless. This is surely going too come back and bite him in the ass later in the match-up.”
“No, he knows that Kahlan has plotting the same thing. These two never really liked each other even when partnering up.”

Night puts this opening to expedient use and climbs to where Little K once found her perch. After flashing ten fingers Alex leaves MMMII seeing stars after delivering the tenth punch the Ladder Queen never got to land.

“TEN!”

The Night-Light descends from his perch, then takes a few steps away from the Ol’ Mighty One. With the space just made, Might Man stumbles out of the corner then falls flat on his face with a thud. His father runs around to the side closest to his son, then from there he begins to yell at him to get up. Alex, now wearing a triumphant, smug grin begins to pull Kahlan up by a chunk-full of her hair, but once she gets to her knees she sends the point of her elbow speeding into Night’s unprotected family-jewels. Alex screams so loud at the top of his longs that his momma all the way back in California is startled by it’s frightening high-pitch. Now, the feisty female Fighty fighty person lunges up, wraps her arm around Night’s head and falls back first to the canvas, driving the crown of Alex’s head nearly straight through the mat with a devastating thud, shaking all four corners of the ring. Quickly, with everyone down at this moment she attempts a pin fall.

[Millson and Simpson]

Little K crawls over to Night and drapes her slight body over the athletic torso of the Crybaby, making sure to push down on the shoulders of Alex Night enough to warrant a pinfall cover. The official slides over to the action and slaps his hand down to the mat twice, but as he raises his hand for a third time, Millson makes a desperate lunge and easily pushes Clarkson's body off Night's, breaking up the attempt at a quick victory. Kahlan rolls onto her feet quickly and wastes no time in placing a boot into the midsection of Millson that sends the Ultimate Ego reeling onto his back in pain. The Mighty One sits up slightly, with Kahlan responding aggresivley, another boot to the chest flooring the Television champion. With Millson lying supine in the centre of the squared circle, Krazy K sprints to the adjacent set of padded ropes and leaps into the air, springing off the middle wire and flipping backwards in mid-air, aiming to land sternum to sternum on the Daddy's Boy. However, showing impressive speed of thought, Triple M rolls to the side and, unable to stop herself, Kahlan hits the canvas hard, immediately gripping her stomach upon impact. The Daddy's Boy springs to a vertical position and moves over to Clarkson, standing behind the Geordie's back and waiting, ready to pounce, as the Ladder Queen rises to her feet slowly. Once at her fullest 5 foot 7, Millson clasps his arms around the stomach of Krazy K, before leaning backwards and pulling Clarkson over his head, refusing to let go even after the back of Kahlan's neck crashes into the mat. The refusal to release after the German Suplex leaves Millson bridging over the Little Bitch, the man in the zebra stripes quick to recognise the pinning predicament that the Ladder Queen finds herself in, referee sliding over to make a two count, before Kahlan raises a shoulder in sheer defiance of the Mighty One.

Wow, what a quick match this could have been. A fierce German Suplex, but Kahlan's just too strong at the moment.

I love Triple Threat's, and this match will be no exception. We have three highly athletic and technically sound athletes, only on Friday Night Combat.

The Mighty Man pummels the canvas with his fists in frustration, before challenging the referee's call, but to his credit, the man in the zebra stripes refuses to back down and ring the bell. With Millson distracted and Clarkson down, Night sees the opportunity and charges at the back of the Daddy's Boy, leaving the ground and leaping at the lower lumbar region with both feet, the unsuspecting Mighty Man flying forwards into the ropes after the Dropkick. With the momentum of Millson greater than the tensile strength of the ropes, all three wires buckle without breaking and the result is Millson falling through the ropes and to the concrete of the outside, Millson Sr and Adam Jones hurriedly rushing over to their teammate to check on his well-being.

With the Daddy's Boy and his conglomerate now safe on the outside, GHW's resident Crybaby shifts his attention over to the staggering Kahlan Clarkson, who's found herself hanging onto the ropes for support. Night rushes Krazy K, his former stable-mate, and clubs the Little Bitch in the back, destroying her equilibrium and forcing Clarkson to rest her whole weight on the three wires surrounding that vertices of the ring. Night follows up the blow by whipping Kahlan into the parallel ropes and upon her return, sticking out his right arm and violently Clotheslining Clarkson, the force of the imapct sending the Geordie Native crumbling down to the canvas immediately. With an obvious game plan in mind, and with the head and neck of Kahlan now targeted, the Crybaby sprints to the ropes adjacent to Clarkson's cranium, and once returned, leaps into the air, leading with his right knee, the Ladder Queen unable to use evasive action while supine on the canvas, Night's knee smashing into the bridge of the nose. With a deft forward roll on impact, Night is quickly back to a vertical position and takes his time while surveying the damage he's caused to both of his fellow competitors.

Night's in complete control of this match. Kahlan's reeling, and Millson's on the outside. Night just has to keep his composure.

And we know that he's not one for composure. He'd rather have a good cry.

Night rushes over to the turnbuckle and pulls himself onto the top rope, carefully balancing himself, making sure not to damage his equilibrium even slightly. Night slowly turns to face the lifelss body of Kahlan, but in doing so, takes his eyes off all three Wannabe's, which turns around to bite him as Adam Jones hops onto the apron and pushes Night off his perch, the Crybaby flying to the outside and landing face-first on the barricade. Malum sprints around the sqared circle and confronts AJ, but both athletes keep their distance, as Millson Sr helps his successor into the ring again. With Night lying on the concrete, and Kahlan only just regaining her senses in the middle of the 4 sided battleground, the Daddy's Boy surveys the situation and decided to pull out one of the big guns in his arsenal, moving over to one of the turnbuckles and crouching on the bottom rope, beckoning Krazy K to reach her feet. When Clarkson eventually hauls herself to her full gait, she turns around to face the Daddy's Boy, only for Millson to sprint at his full pace and ram his shoulder into the midriff, the Ladder Queen's legs buckling under the forcefullness of the Spear.

Triple M rolls off the now ravaged skeleton of Kahlan Clarkson and raises his body to a standing position, before pointing at the turnbuckles and heading over to the one nearest the supine Clarkson. Millson pulls himself to the top rope in one leap and makes sure to face the Boston fans, pulling a double uppercut that forces a mixed reaction from the crowd, before leaping backwards and craning his neck behind his chest, resulting in a backflip whilst in mid-air. Having taken plenty of bodily harm for he duration of the match, Clarkson makes sure to roll out of the way of the incoming 235 pounder rushing towards Krazy K, the momentum of the Daddy's Boy sending him into the canvas stomach-first. With all three competitors in the contest laying on the ground, whether inside or outsied the ring, the referee starts to count for an unprecedented triple knockout, quickly reaching a count of 4.

Wait a minute. This match could end in a Triple knockout. What would we do then?

Donut eating competition. I'd pay for that, definitely.

Calm down, partner. I'm sure it won't come down to that. You'd get a coronary. Actually, the amount of sugar in donuts, they'd all get coronaries.

TBC

[wasted]

^This is not true...

[17:31] Ryan Hughes: The championship advantage in my eyes allows for the champ to choose when he posts, be it first or last. But it doesn't allow for an unfair extra post. Or at least when I judge, I disapprove.

THE RYAN HAS SPOKEN!

Ryan Sez: Thems the rules. If there are any issues, throw them in a PM. Saves on cluttering the thread.
Matt Sez: Posting.

[wasted]

At roughly the sixth count, Alex, who has been down and out the longest musters up enough strength to stagger himself to a vertical base. With sweat dripping from his brow and exhaustion radiating over his beaten body, Alex tucks himself under the bottom rope. Taking a quick breather, he reaches for the ropes and use them very expediently to pull himself to a stand. The self-proclaimed “Hollywood Hunk” flicks the errant stands of brown locks from his view and begins to analyze the situation at hand. Both superstars down, who does he go for? After giving it some thought and witnessing a twitch from Kahlan’s body, he makes to decision to pursue her. Striding pass the unconscious body of the “Might One”, Alex hunkers over and grips a fistful off Little K’s locks, jerking her head and pulling her viciously to a wobbly vertical base. Yet again the California Crybaby leans over, this time digging his head between the females thighs. Effortlessly, the Night-Light scoops the female off of the canvas, leaving her dangling over his shoulders. He now begins to show off a surprising amount of his hidden strength and begins walking around, still with Kahlan slung over his shoulders and down his back. Once he reaches the center of the ring, a plot formulates in his head, intimated by the sly smile which crawls across his mug. With lightning fast speed, Night swings his upper body downward, snapping the Ladder Queen through the air and down towards the sprawled body of MMMII. Soon, once Night is completely bent forward, Kahlan comes crashing down landing with her back against Millson’s chest. The sick sound of not only two bodies colliding resonates throughout the jam-packed arena, but the twisted, agonizing thud of Little K’s head bouncing off the hard canvas is present as well.

“Oh Jesus! As much as I despise this arrogant youngster, I must give him his props; he uses his opponent as a weapon!“
“He sure did, he took out two birds with one donut!”
“Bird…”
“Erm, no. I throw donuts!”

Mat simply shakes his head and ignores his hyper partner’s comments. Outside of the ring, Duke Malum proudly supports his younger, more successful cousin by clapping his hands while presenting a wide grin, exposing his pearly whites. The fans nearby boo at his arrogant antics, but the proud Hollywood native fully ignores all affronts being tossed his way.

Back inside the four-side Hell, Might Man Millson has brushed the small frame of Kahlan Clarkson off of him and curls his body up whilst gripping his reddened chest, hoping that the piercing, persistent pains will stop. On the other hand, Little K has rolled on her side taking pressure off of her injured back and has wrapped her head in arms, cradling it as if to protect a new born. Alex shows no remorse for the injured Englishwomen and walks right up, lifts his boot about a foot off the canvas before propelling it straight downward, squishing her petit head under the sole of his black, shinny boot. He does this a few times, before the ref peels him away from her telling him that’s enough, just as any noble man would do. Alex instantly throws his hands up in defense and when the ref clears his way he is instantly floored. Blinded by the ref, he failed to see a charging TV champion coming his way, with his shoulder aimed for his abdomen; a well executed Spear leaving the Night-Light in a heap on the canvas.

“Yes! What a Spear and Night never saw it coming. It‘s about time somebody put that kid in his place, it shocks me he never learned his lesson when I destroyed him with my Magnum DDT!”
“Mmm Boston Cream…ohmy.. and sprinkles…?”
“I think we lost him folks.”

Like a spring, Might Man Millson jumps up to a vertical base, filled with some new found stamina. He runs his fingers through his hair, slicing his sweaty, brown locks back and travels around Alex’s body, before ascending the ropes and making it all the way to the top rather swiftly. Might crouches on the top turnbuckle, holding on for extra stability. He looks over his left shoulder, fans are going crazy all wanting him to jump. He shifts his head and looks over his right shoulder, the same reaction. Smiling he erects fully and goes airborne. While in mid-air, the aerialist extend all his limbs, bring them back in then spreads them out fully one last time before landing squarely on top of Alex’s stomach with his own. FROG SPLASH! The air collected in Night’s lungs quickly expels with a nasty grunt as he is nearly fainted from the pain. Before given even the slightest chance to recover Might Man ignores the throbbing pains in his own abdomen and hooks the leg.

“THIS COULD BE IT!”
“ONE!”

“ONE!”
“TWO!!”
“…”

[Millson and Simpson]

The official in charge of this highly athletic main event raises his hand, dropping it like a stone, Malum in shock outside of the squared circle, Wannabe's grinning like hyenas. With the referee's hand about to slap the mat for a fateful third time, the last remaining piece of puzzle decides to get off her kaboose and sprints to the prone body of Millson, pushing with all her strength and making sure that Triple M rolls off the top of GHW's resident Crybaby. The smiles of the two Wannabe's disappear, Malum raises his hands into the air and Millson Junior looks at the sky in despair. However, with all her energy reserves now depleted, Clarkson lies still on the canvas, Millson now turning his attentio to Krazy K. The Daddy's Boy strolls slowly over to Kahlan and grabs the Geordie Native by the scruff of the neck, picking her up like she was the weight of a baby. Millson shouts a few words into the ear of Kahlan, before throwing the Little Bitch into the turnbuckle back-first. As she recoils in pain, Millson heads over to the opposite turnbuckle and measures up his prey as a cheetah would a gazelle, before sprinting towards Clarkson, head and shoulders aimed at midriff.

The Ladder Queen sees the attack coming and with a show of resilience, she grabs the top rope with both hands and lifts herself into the air, Millson unable to stop his body as it wedges inbetween middle and top turnbuckle pads. As quick as a flash, Clarkson wraps her legs around the exposed back of the Daddy's Boy and releases the rope, instead grabbing hold of Millson's trunks and whipping her legs into the air, desperately pulling on Millson's strong legs. Millson's head disentangles from the turnbuckle pads as Clarkson pulls the Mighty One down the mat, shoulders and back first, Clarkson rolling on top of the Daddy's Boy, using her leverage advantage to good effect. The man in the zebra stripes slides in and checks that Millson's shoulders are down, slapping his hand to the mat once satisfied.

Great roll-up from Kahlan, and she could steal this match.

One...Two...Oh, damn, Millson kicked out. I wanted to see a title change tonight.

As the Elf says, Millson rebounds from the initial shock and fights the pain in his shoulders, just managing to flex his legs and push off the much smaller Kahlan Clarkson with his lower body before the referee can count three. The Ladder Queen simply rests against the ropes in anguish, as Millson rolls back onto his feet and into a vertical position, face visibly red in anger. The Ultimate Ego rushes at Clarkson with a boot aimed directly at Krazy K's nose, but with only a slight light of conciousness remaining, Kahlan moves her head and Millson's boot tangles up in the ropes, the more he tries to free himself, the worse it gets for the Daddy's Boy. With a slight reprise, Clarkson grabs the ropes nearest to her and pulls herself up, desperate to reach a vertical base, but as she does so, a now recovered Alex Night positions himself behind the Little Bitch and grabs Kahlan's legs, lifting her up and over the top rope, Clarkson flying to the concrete, where she lands hard on her back.

Seeing Millson struggling on the ropes, Night shouts at his cousin, who digs underneath the ring and after a few seconds of virulent scrambling, pulls out a steel chair and tosses it into the ring for his relative. The Hollywood Hunk picks up the steel chair and carefully aims it at the back of the Ultimate Ego, before swinging it violently, the sound resonating through the audience and arena alike, Triple M falling to the floor in pain, sods law dictating that the chair shot was enough to dislodge his ankle from the tangle of wires.

Jesus H. Christ! What a chair shot! If that doesn't do it, nothing will.

Doesn't look like Night's crying anymore. Kahlan's on the outside, Millson's recoiling inside. The match is his.

Night throws the chair to the outside, the usefulness of the object now expired. The Crybaby then walks over to his stricken opponent and drags him up to his feet by the scruff of the neck, before kicking Millson in the midsection to double over the Television champion. Without a moments hesitation, Night runs over to the ropes adjacent to Millson's head and upon return, cradles Millson's neck with his right hand and leaps into the air, pulling down with his left hand, the combined force of momentum and strength pulling the Daddy's Boy to the canvas face-first, Night landing on his back safely. Millson bounces of the mat and ends up supine in the centre of the squared circle, Duke Malum cheering all the time for his younger cousin.

The Hollywood Hunk drags himself along the floor and rolls onto Millson's sternum, hooking the far leg to make escape from the impending pinfall as hard as possible. The official gets onto the canvas yet again and checks that the shoulders are down, before slapping his hand to the mat twice, yet again having the three count interrupted with a flying body breaking up the pin. However, this time, the man responsible for continuing the match isn't an official competitor, but instead Adam Jones, who pushes the Crybaby off his friend to save the Televsion title. This interruption forces Duke to enter the ring and charge at the Boston Brawler, taking down AJ with a devastating Clothesline. Jones rebounds and rolls back to his feet, but Malum is now in full flow and hits another Clothesline, Jones rolling out of the squared circle to avoid a third. Malum stares at the Hardcore Icon as he puts his tail between his legs, but the distraction allows the much more senior Ian Millson to enter the ring unseen to Malum and drive a sledgehammer into the back of the blonde. Malum hits the mat in pain and rolls out of the ring as well, leaving both Millson's and Alex Night.

With an aim of ending the match as quickly as possible, Millson Sr. watches as Night reaches his feet with a little help from the ropes, before rushing at the back of the Crybaby with the sledgehammer. Using his peripheral vision as it was meant to be used, Night sidesteps the attack, and with Ian not expecting Night to even realize he's in the squared circle, Millson smashes the hammer into the region that Night's body used to be in, the hammers path abruptly ended by the ropes. The resulting recoil sends the tail of the hammer into the forhead of Millson Sr. and knocks him out cold, fans cheering as the senile Yorkshireman hits the canvas. Night rolls Millson out of the ring and turns his now undivided attention onto the Mighty Man.

Haha, that's how you use a hammer. I'm glad Millson's not my builder.

That serves him right for all the interference he's caused in his son's matches. Why can't GHW just ban him from ringside?

A good call, Hyper. But I doubt the plan's going to pay off, what with all three Wannabe's on the ground and in pain.

TBC