TAG TEAM MATCH} Brooks/Storm vs. Havok/TMNT

[HaVoK]

With the ring cleared up for the next bout, Charlie Coors takes over the center stage with a microphone welded in his grip.

Coors} The following is a tag team match and is up for one fall!

*GONG*

The heavy gong of a church bell reverberates throughout the arena as the fans looks at each others' faces being confused. The lights goes out momentarily, and that simply gets the crowd all vocal - screaming out at the top of their voices to let their complaints known.

*GONG*

And the lights come back up followed by the second gong, making the entire place as visible as day. The crowd looks over to the entrance tunnel, seeking answers for all the bizarre occurring and they find a pole standing right in front of the curtain - three feet tall bearing a tattered mask of El Azzurro.

"What's...? Isn't that the mask of El Azzurro?!"

"Oh no, that's the mask of El Donutto! Of course it's the mask of the blue guy! But what the heck it's doing here?!"

"Beats me, man. I don't like the looks of it."

Suddenly, the giant screen flickers on before a video begins to play; a dimly corridor of an asylum can be seen with darkness taking over the corners. A large figure is seen to walk up toward the camera slowly, with his face getting visible to the lens gradually. As the man comes up toward the camera, the entire arena gasps in shock; the man is none other than the former enforcer of Necro Armata, Havok!

ALL ABROAD!

The lights come back online as the laughter of Ozzy Osbourne bursts out of the PA system, starting off the guitar riff leading to the song, Crazy Train. The return of the lights get the ring illuminated and gets the Tormentor of Hell spotted, sitting on the north-western corner with his head pressed onto the middle turnbuckle. Charlie gets shocked upon spotting the juggernaut sitting behind him, and it takes a moment for him to get rid of her fears and introduce the man inside the ring.

Coors} Introducing first, from Hell's Kitchen, NY - The Tormentor of Hell, HAVOK!

Havok shows no reaction to Coors as he simply rests over the bottom turnbuckle and stares blankly, waiting for his opponents and partner to come out to light.

"It's Havok, Hyper! It's that sick bastard from EVPW! I remember him taking things up to Vlad when he was undefeated."

"Havok who? Wait, was he a jobber who faced Vlad just like that?... Like the time Vlad made his appearance to LDWA and beat the jobber queen?"

"Nope, nope; that guy right there is a sick beast, man and you wouldn't dare getting on his nerves."

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TN FUCKING T ENTERS.

[brooks]

The camera sweeps over the crowd as a commercial ends showing the fans all sitting restlessly in their seats. Suddenly the lights begin dimming slowly until the entire arena is engulfed in darkness. Random flashes from cameras go off as the fans try to catch some unseen movement. Then a guitar riff is heard over the P.A. and the fans get to their feet some recognizing the song as Rusted From The Rain
By: Billy Talent

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I stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage, no-one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain

::Coors::
Introducing the Chaging Glory Semi-Finalists. Entering first, he weighs in at two-hundred and forty pounds, he is a fromer EVPW Dragon's Rage Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! BRIAN BROOOOOOKS!!!!!

The beat begins picking up and suddenly a man bursts out from the behind the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp and the fans all begin screaming as they recognize the former EVPW star, Brian Brooks who is wearing a pair of black baggy jeans, a tight black West 49 T-shirt, heavy black boots and a black straight brimmed baseball cap with the letter NY on it. He throws his fist into the air and the crowd gives another tumultuous round of applause as the beat of the song picks up.

Dissect me 'til my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man, I don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain, I'm rusted from the rain

Brian looks over the crowd and lowers his fist as he heads for the ring taking his sweet time to slap the hands of as many of the fans as he can. He reaches ring side after several long minutes and pauses looking over the crowd before rushing forward and sliding on his stomach, head first into the ring, before popping up to his feet. He stalls in the middle of the ring allowing the crowds roar to wash over him. He slowly walks to his corner and plants his butt on the second rope, showing no aggression, but only anxiety, as he waits for the bell.

TBC Storm[/center]

[storm]

Darkness engulfs the FNC arena as a firework is shot from the top of the arena through to the ramp at the entrance resembling and representing a thunderbolt. The titantron also displays this on its mega screen. The lightning bolt leaves a shroud of smoke around the entrance, covering the figure that is standing behind it. A man suddenly sparks through, dressed in black trunks with a black leather jacket worn above it. A logo appears on the screen with the words Storm that is also represented on the back of his jacket. The titantron begins to show a video of skyscraper with a man standing at the spire, topless against the harsh storm that is blistering around him.

Hero by Skillet begins to play from the PA system.

“And his partner, another Charging Glory Championship Contender. Making his way to the ring. Standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200lbs is the lightning kid, Levi Storm.”

Storm walks down with his head down, not paying much attention to those that were around him. He keeps his mind focused on the match that was at hand as shown by the determination that was demonstrated by his eyes.

“Storm lost out against Night at the PPV costing him his chance to help Hayden win the titles. Perhaps the thought of Hayden losing the Main Event and retiring had that effect on him.”

“Now with Hayden winning the title at the PPV and returning to his throne, lets see the response we get from Levi Storm.”

"I hope he puts on a better show."

Storm slides into the ring; removing his jacket in a no nonsense style and handing it over to the ring-side assistant. He takes a look at Brian and the two share a glance, forming an understanding between the two. Although the two were no allies, they would have to work together tonight to win although come next week, they could be enemies.

TBC by anyone

[guest]

Darkness descends upon the arena with only the sacred squared circle illuminated. The ring bell’s siren call sets the warriors to their task as Brooks and TNT begin the contest for their respective teams. Recent events increase the hatred between this particular pairing which translates to the crowd creating an electric atmosphere. Ominous rumblings from within the bleachers suggest that even though this match is contested under normal rules the rabid crowd are baying for blood. The two former ATC members lock up in the middle of the ring applying a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Testing each other’s mental fortitude as much as physical strength neither man wanting to give an inch as the glare they engage in intensifies matching their respective moods. Tayler’s physical power proves too much for Brian to overcome as he is forced onto the back foot. Brooks feels himself begrudgingly slide across the canvas as his aggressor positions him in the corner of the ring. Even the drop kick king’s lion heart proves ineffective against the Celtic warrior’s brute force as Tayler lets fly with a barbaric barrage. Fist after fist collide with the high flyers skull as he faces the full brunt of TNT’s rage trapped in the corner unable to escape. The referee belatedly attempts to intervene but not before the Belfast native manages to land a few more blows. His swollen face tells the full story of the damage inflicted by each strike as the blood coagulates under the surface. Brooks’ eyes roll back in his skull as the official access his condition before deciding it is only a case of being temporarily disoriented. The referee steps away from him deeming him fit to continue, this proves to be the case and more as his eyes snap back into focus. With the windows to his soul clear he charges at a full head of steam directly at the brick wall that opposes him. The Canadian cannons his forearm into the chiselled chest of his foe sending him back a few steps. Unfortunately for the Montreal native his blow fails to knock the big man off his feet it did however manage to stun him even if it is only momentarily. Refusing to let the advantage slip from his grasp the aerialist throws himself against the ropes so that he may use the added velocity to take Tayler’s head off. The impressive clothesline achieves what his forearm could not knocking TNT on his ass where the crowd clearly feels he belongs, the very sight drawing a frenzied roar of cheering from the stands.

” Looks like Tayler is getting what he deserves here, the monsters sadistic rage lead to Brian taking advantage.”

” Well somebody’s impartial today. The way I see it, Brooks has still taken more damage than the now fallen TNT.”

” That may be true for the moment but after TNT’s little temper tantrum backstage I highly doubt Brooks is finished with him yet.”

Brian decides the best course of action is to attack whilst the man is down even though it goes against his own nature. He drives the heel of his boot repeatedly into the sternum of his much larger opponent clearly intent on causing serious damage. Each blow draws mixed reaction from the sold out crowd whilst they are clearly pleased by the sight of Tayler in pain the method from a usually good intentioned fan favourite surprises them. His eyes darken along with his intentions as he mounts the downed frame of his former stable mate. Enveloped by his new found sense of rage he drills his fist into the skull of the Irishman repeatedly ensuring he impacts every inch of flesh that encases his head. Once again the referee finds occasion to intervene in the match up earning himself the audience’s wrath. The arena erupts with raucous screams as every single being disapproves of the officials actions. Once Brooks has removed himself from his mounted position Tayler springs to his feet almost immediately catching all in the arena off guard. TNT and Brian lock eyes once more both men sporting swollen faces as their blood presses against the surface. Without wasting any further time the two bulls charge at each other the adrenaline dulling the pain endured early on in the contest. The thought of losing the advantage again rests heavy on Tayler’s shoulders causing him to act quickly. His strength serves him well as he lifts Brian off the canvas with no hassle and tosses him to his corner. The way in which he discards Brooks is similar of that you would a used rag, he points at the fresh Levi and demands Brooks tags him in.

” It would seem that Tayler is bearing his teeth and anxious to get his hands on the new guy.”

” If you ask me it’s a blatant display of arrogance on Tayler’s part, I hope Levi takes his fucking head off.”

” I’ve got a feeling that given TNT’s current mood, the Levi may yet break.”


Storm tags himself in as Brooks seemed unwilling, the crowd erupt with favourable applauds as they anxiously await Storm’s first contribution to this match up. Tayler moves towards Levi his stride powerful and full of purpose. The sight of the oncoming monster unnerves the relative new comer as the realisation hits home that he is giving away 80 pounds to his new found opponent. The audience chant Levi’s name hoping to encourage the cruiserweight to victory, he drops to his knees narrowly avoiding the arm of Tayler. Whilst he is at a considerable size disadvantage his nimble agility and speed serves him well as he transitions into a position behind Tayler. The lightning kid quickly blasts his boot directly into the spine of the monstrous Irish man sending a thunderous blast reverberating around the arena. This action proves favourable as the audience cheer which in turn gears the Storm on as the cogs turn in his head foreseeable danger is brewing for TNT. The Ohio resident quickly leaps into the air wrapping his hands around the neck of the Celt ramming his knees into the recently bruised back. What goes up must inevitably come back down and the adage is proved true and more as Storm’s weight falls towards the canvas his grasp serving to drag Tayler with him. Gravity plays its part as the two crash land on the canvas with Levi delivering a brutal back stabber. Tayler’s mouth forms a gaping chasm as he unleashes a giant groan fully conveying the pain surging throughout his body at the present moment. Once relinquished from the hold Tayler rolls onto the canvas his hand placed firmly on his back as he attempts to relieve the agony. The manoeuvre serves to be a double edged sword as it takes its toll on the young cruiserweight given that 280 pounds had just crashed on top of him. The two men remain stagnant on the mat, the only sign of life the faint movement of their respective chests as they breathe. Moments pass like the second hand of a timepiece ticking away as the two men slowly recuperate as they slowly crawl towards their respective corners. Their fresh partners represent a lifeline an opportunity for them to claim victory from the mouth of defeat. Almost at the same time the two manage to tag in their partners and in doing so reignite this match up as Havok and Brooks enter the fray.

[brooks]

As both Brian and Havok enter the ring the fans roar, the sound triggering an adrenaline rush, to pump throughout Brooks' body, he charges across the ring at The Tormentor of Hell, who brings his arm up intending to take Brian's head off, but The Drop Kick King ducks, continuing his momentum all the way to the turnbuckle. Brooks doesn't pause, he runs up the turn buckle, before jumping back, twisting and throwing his feet out in front of him. Havok turns, only to have the Canadians feet, be driven deep into his solar plexus, sending the New York native reeling back wards, before crashing to the mat. The fans roar as Brian Brooks quickly kips up to his feet. Spotting TNT now pulling himself up on the apron near his corner, Brooks again takes off, the words Taylor had spoken before the match echoing in his mind.

Brooks drops his shoulder, before leaving his feet going right though the ropes, slamming his shoulder into Thomas' stomach. TNT is lifted off his feet, causing both men to soar through the air, before crashing to the hard matting on the outside of the ring. Brian landing mostly on his head flips over awkwardly, his body twisting and then landing on his side. Taylor having landed high and tight on his shoulders, rolls to his stomach, where his hands hold the back of his head, groaning in agony, while kicking his feet

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"Wow! Looks like Brian had a little revenge in mind with that one! Damn near tore TNT in half!"

"Well anytime you open your mouth about someone in this business, you had better expect them to want to close it for you!"

"Well Nexus is a big event and there is gong to be a lot of talk going into it. The only thing that matters is, who will back it up and come out victorious?"

The ref looks down at Brian and Thomas shaking his head before he begins a count. Behind him, Havok is slowly getting to his feet and unseen behind him, Hayden's protege is slipping into the ring undetected. Havok unknowing of any danger rests both hands on his hips, calming his breathing. The ref reaches a count of "6!" and Storm strikes. Rushing forward, the rookie grabs The Tormentor's waistband with one hand, then bringing his other hand up to push on the back of Havok's neck, he propels the bigger man forward through the top and middle ropes, head first. Landing on the upper part of his chest, Havok's back arches to the point that his feet almost touch his head, before his legs fall to mats, leaving him laying face down unmoving.

Storm standing in the ring, now uncontested, looks down at the three men on the outside, then a smile spreads across his young features. The Lightening Kid, turns and walks quickly to the corner. He looks back at the three men once more, noticing all three are beginning to stir, he steps up to the second rope, then slowly up to the top. He balances his weight, back to wards the men, all the while glancing over his shoulder, watching as all three men soon struggle to their feet. With a final look back to make sure his timing is perfect, Levi jumps from the turnbuckle, flipping head over heels with a beautiful moonsault, before coming down, with a bone shattering crash upon all three men, though Brooks receives the lest punishment, leaving all four sprawled on the outside. The ref immediately starts a new count.

[glow=red,2,300]..1
...2
....3
.....4[/glow]

"Levi Storm just took out everyone in this match up! You know, I am truly impressed with this kid. He is learning from one of the best in the business, with Hayden. He has a bright future!"

"Yes well he will have one hell of a battle, if he meets Hayden in the Charging Glory tournament."

"Well he has to make it that far first...And If Brian is the one standing in his way. Well that won't be easy either..."

[glow=red,2,300]..5
...6[/glow]

Brooks, staring up at the ceiling, is the first one to stir having received the least damage, though the lights still explode before his eyes as his head rings, from Levi's errant foot that had connected with the top of his head. The ref's voice soon sounds through the ringing, but as if from a great distance "7" With huge surge of effort, The Drop Kick King begins to push himself up. As he reaches a vertical base, Havok starts to rise himself. The zebra clad referee reaches the count of "8" as Brian slides under the bottom rope. The Tormentor of Hell tries to get to his feet, but ends up falling forward to his knees, as his world spins, he desperately throws his body toward the ring as the ref counts "9" Havok manages to get most of his body in the ring, only his left leg is left hanging from the apron, while he lays on his back trying to regain his bearings.

Brian, now pushing himself up once again, looks toward his opponent, who is still unable to formulate a clear thought, let alone move. Once vertical Brooks makes a few quick steps, then leaning over, grabs Havok's arm, before dragging him away from the ropes and to wards the closest turnbuckle. The Drop Kick King positions the New York Native, before stepping up onto the second rope, then the top. With his back to the ring, The Fallen Angel looks out at the sea of fans, a smile flitting across his face, whilst the fans roar, knowing what is to come next. Brian points to the sky as he signals he is going to go flying, but unchecked by Brooks, TNT slides into the ring, and pushes himself up quickly, before rushing forward and throwing both his hands up, planting them into Brooks' back, pushing the Canadian from his perch a top the corner, sending him head over heels through the air. His momentum carries him far enough that he clears the crowd barrier, however he lands on several steel chairs that give way flattening right out from the impact, while the fans scatter out of harms way.

"Oh My Gawd! TNT just saved the day! It looked like Brooks was about ready to put Havok away and he just took too long!"

"No kidding! But wow did you see how far he went?! There is no padding out there folks! Only cold unforgiving concrete and steel chairs!"

"Never something fun to land on, that's for sure! I don't even know if Brian will be able to get back in this!"

TNT stands triumphant, looking at the spot where Brian, hidden by the crowd barrier, lays in a heap of tangled steel and flesh. The referee looks at Taylor, eyes wide, not sure to believe what his eyes had just shown him and the crowd in the arena is standing on their feet, their thunderous cheers, threatening to tear the roof from the place. Thomas soon spots Storm now managing to push himself up and acting quickly TNT slides from the ring, before grabbing Levi by his hair and forcing him back into the ring. Havok pushes himself to all fours and crawls forward, before falling across Levi's chest failing to hook a leg, as he attempts a pin. The ref slides into place, then slams his hand against the canvas.
[glow=red,2,300]..One!!
...Two!!!
....THRAW!!![/glow]

As the refs hand was speeding toward the canvas for the third and final time, the young rookie manages to roll his shoulder, popping it up of the canvas, just enough to break the pin. Havok looks at the referee, an exasperated expression, spreading across his facial features. Then he hears TNT calling him from the corner, where he had taken up his post once more, on the apron. The Tormentor of Hell rises to his feet and then tags in Taylor Nathan Thomas, though Havok himself doesn't leave the ring, instead they both close on Storm. Havok quickly pulls The Lightening Kid up to his feet. Then after a couple words from his partner doubles the rookie over, pulling Levi's head between his thighs and setting up for a power bomb. With a heave The Tormentor flips Storm up onto his shoulders. Taylor quickly grabs Levi's shoulder's and then on a unheard cue, Havok drops bringing his victim with him. As the two men fall TNT leaves he feet bringing both knees up into Storm's back, causing him to bounce, as all three hit the canvas, before The Lightening Kid lands on his stomach, his right hand clutching at his back, while he screams in agony.

"Oh NO! Storm is in trouble! He just got hit with a power bomb and a Impaler at the same time!"

"Wow that was some great team work from TNT and Havok! Someone needs to go for the cover up now!"

"It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! They have all the time in the world! Brian is no where to be seen!"

TBC
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