Title VS Carree Lumberjack Match

[Wyziner]

The lighting in the arena, starts to flash and flicker before completely fading. The arena is then suddenly lit with a atramentous shade of Purple. A stock-motion video of Raj Kim Po's smiling, chiseled Indian face flashes onto the overview above the entrance ramp, "The Chosen One" then fades onto the screen, followed by a fast motion reel of Kim Po in his best matches..trading punches with Metal Dragon, and applying various hold's to Santiago. A shot of him exchanging blows with Collin Fitzpatrick, and throwing Ryan Hughes' face into a cage wall. Spotlights roll and finally fall conjointly on the contour of a menacingly well-built figure. Thick, viridian shaded, puffs of smoke flare from a machine in the floor, as lights of all different hues flash in concert. With a long feedback screech Put Your Money
Were Your Mouth IsBy: Oasis whistles over the PA and Acoustic system.

Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer mama sez that you was real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer mama sez that you was real

Ready or not, come what may,
Yer bets are going down for judgement day.
So put yer money in yer mouth and yer hands right upon the wheel!

" Making his way to the ring, standing at a modest height of six feet, weighing in at a lean two hundred-thirty pounds. Ladies and gentleman, the only man in professional wrestling history to hold black belts in three different disciplines of the martial arts, fighting out of the Lancashire, England..."The Wind" Raaaaj Kimmm-Poooooooo!"

Raja strides toward the ring confidently, he wears the top to a black Karategi, with a black-belt accented by three gold embroidered bars, to denote his senior rank in karate. The Wind adjust his tights, which are green and indigo, he wears wrestling shoes, and thick shin guards that extend downward and protect his feet. The fans cheer madly, as he stops, his eyes still locked in a deep gaze toward the ring, and points to the sky...he then clasp his hands and mumbles a prey. Bringing his hands to his sides, he continues to the ring.

The Guru ends his long trek, marching up the steel steps. He enters the ring, and begins to circle it..never taking his eyes from entrance ramp, He ties his hair back and prepares for battle. The fans cheer madly, hovering on the edges of their seats in anticipation. Raj, in a surprise moves calls to ringside for a microphone.

Ready or not, come what may
Yer bets are going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth and yer hands right upon the wheel

Watch yer mouth
Hey watch yer mouth
Watch yer mouth
Hey watch yer mouth - Hey!

The music ends and he begins to speak.

"It's about that time, aye chaps? Indeed it is, Total Carnage is upon us, Mr. Millson and myself have a date with destiny. Today our fates will be decided, this match will either make or break the T.V Championship; it will decide who holds it, and rather or not the title itself, shall forever be distinguished as GHW's shit title, or if it will transcend the ranks and become as prestigious as the other titles in this company. My very career hangs in the balance, it literally lies in the hands of my lumberjacks, and I wouldn't entrust such a weighty thing to just any old wanker. Far from it, I have assemble a dream team, the best that money can buy; for in my corner, I have two hardcore icons, one is a living legend, the heart and soul of GHW; the other a sure-fire hall of famer, and a man whom in all his life has never quit. They are just for starters, wait till I pull out the guns, so without further delay."

TBCB: Raj's Lumberjacks (It's a surprise)


O.O.C: Would my Lumberjacks excluding two of you, (you know who) please post your entrances, I'll make proper introduction later tonight.

[Hayden]

Raj turns to look up the entrance ramp, only to be greeted by the blaring sounds of CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings". The crowd, not expecting to see the Jackass until later on, rise to their feet as the Swansong of the Kiwi Legend begins to blast out of the PA system. Before long, with the song playing well into the verse, the figure of Hayden HardKore stands against the Total Carnage Backdrop.

When the light shines upon the New Zealand native, his unusual attire becomes evident. The Kiwi, always being one to look on the humorous side of things, has come out dressed head to toe in a lumberjack outfit, complete with platted shirt, jeans, suspenders and a full sized Axe. With the Axe slung over his shoulder, the Jackass struts his way to the ring. He wears a smile on his face, the thoughts of his potential retirement not even factoring on his expression. Hayden makes his way down to ringside, before coming to a rest near the commentary desk. He rests himself on the butt of the Axe, looking up at Raj Kim-Po inside the ring. Hayden shrugs his shoulders as Raj shoots him an inquisitive look, obviously in regards to his interesting attire.

"Hayden is Raj Kim-Po's first lumberjack... And he comes complete with the outfit to boot!"

"Hayden should be out the back preparing for the biggest fight of his career, not parading around here dressed like a Monty Python cast member!"

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Tbc

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

"Raj just hit the jackpot right there! Hayden Hardkore will be on Raj's corner and I'm sure this would give him a huge moral boost. A former New Age champion on your corner? That's a total win for Raj."

"Big deal, Fuzz. I'm sure Milson would outsmart Raj with his own tactics. Milson defeated Dreamer last week, and I'm sure he would simply whoop Raj's ass all over the arena.

"You hooo!"

The heads of the fans turns around to the entrance tunnel as a familiar voice is heard from right behind the curtain. The curtain shakes up as Shawn Dreamer makes his way out to light, with a microphone clenched within his grip. He has a sarcastic smile on his face, and the entire GHW arena bursts into jeers, hating his presence to the fullest.

"Now, I know well that I'm not welcomed here after what went on last week back at EVPW Genesis. I aligned myself with my roots, the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling, against the "so-called" GHW crusaders." *crowd jeers* "But... but, what just went on last week right there during the match between me and Milson was a total unfair call! Milson stole the win right there, and to be more specific, he was fed victory with a silver spoon! He simply cheated to win, and his father, the great Milson Sr. pulled the biggest scam of the year after Skull to steal a victory from me!"

Dreamer halts as he reaches the end of the road and he simply walks up toward the ring, before stopping right in front of it and pulling up the skirt. He looks out for something for a while, before pulling out a kendo stick, to much of fans' negativity. He stares at the stick before aligning himself right beside Hayden, by the announce table, before spewing out the final words.

"Milson, you stole something from me, I'll take away something from you. It's like an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and I vow to take down any unfair advantage you pull during the match! Hell, I'd smash this stick right on your father's head if he chooses to give you a hand. Raj, you don't have to worry 'bout anything, bud. He's certainly going down!"

Shawn drops the microphone and stands right there, exchanging smiles with RKP inside the ring.

TBC;

[Millson and Simpson]

And the opponent, he is the GHW Television 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 calls backstage for a mic, which he receives as a scared techie hands the instrument over.

Raj, I know that only two of your lumberjacks have made an appearance, but I just can't wait to show you mine. Now, you have two established veterans, that have both beaten me before. But they have one weakness. Size! So let me introduce you all to my first lumberjack of the evening...BIG ROBERTSON RYDER!

The crowd boo, as the biggest man in GHW makes an appearance and shakes hands with his former boss, before striding purposefully to the ring, waiting by the apron.

My second lumberjack is a man that most of you couldn't care less about. He is a man whose talent is going unutilised. He is...GREENSPARK!

The crowd start to boo again, as GreenSpark strides to Millson and shakes hands with the champion, before joining Ryder at ringside.

Third is the man that you all came to see. He is Boston's own 'Hardcore Icon', ADAM JONES!

AJ is the first of Millson's lumberjacks to receive a standing ovation, highlighting the different alignments of each Lumberjack selection, and he springs down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row, joining the ever increasing line of lumberjacks.

And finally, the fourth lumberjack for the winning side is...Well, work it out.

No music is played and no TitanTron is shown as a hooded man that stands about 6 foot 3 and is well-defined nods at Millson and joins the 4 other lumberjacks for the Whitby Wonder, with the Daddy's Boy following, and upon reaching the ring, Millson huddles with his four assistants and slides into the ring once finished, staring at RKP as the referee checks over both men.

Well, I have to admit, with three guys that look over 250 lbs, Millson has a nce selection of lumberjacks.

But Raj is a veteran. He knows who makes a good lumberjack, and with Hayden and Dreamer, who faced Millson last week, Raj could benefit from a bit of pent-up rage from those two men.

Of course, this isn't just about the lumberjacks. Raj is putting up his career for a shot at the Television title.

TBC-Good luck

[Wyziner]

Raj put's his microphone to his lips. He smirks, and stares Millson in the eyes. He shakes his head as if Triple M has put his foot in his mouth again.

"Size, this match is about everything the defines this company. It is about honor and glory, it is about one man putting his legacy on the line for a shot at the championship, and you are worried about size. We all know that it's not about the size of the dog in the fight, but about the size of the fight in the dog, but If you want size...you got it. I have a mastodon sized ace in the hole buddy."

The crowd pops, as they know to whom Raj is referring.

"And if you still aren't sure, I mean absolutely sure of my victory, I have have a man whose legacy is ten times as large as yours will ever be; one who has held every single major title in this company at least once. He is a giant among men and the finale nail in the coffin for you."

TBCB: By my last lumberjacks, in the order in which you were introduced.

[Ryan Hughes]

The Television Champion stands confused as Raj turns to the entrance ramp once more. Thoughts continue to race around in his already scattered mind, but Millson knows that he needs to think of some form of “plan B”. RKP seems relatively content with allowing the silence to stretch onward, using the awkward moment to implement further mind games on the Whitby Native. In his head, Millson goes over what the millionaire bragged earlier. ”We all know that it's not about the size of the dog in the fight, but about the size of the fight in the dog, but If you want size...you got it. I have a mastodon sized ace in the hole buddy.” A “mastodon” sized ace in the hole? Was it? No, it couldn’t be.

But it is.

MMM’s face drops, knowing what was to come even before Metallica’s “Unforgiven” bursts in to life on the arena speakers. Blue lights bathe the fans in an eerie glow as Ryan Hughes returns to the GHW Arena for the first time since announcing his retirement. The crowd begin to cheer and stomp their feet, realising that a GHW legend has just come back home. The Mancunian steps out from the shadows, acknowledging the fans first, before staring at the Mighty One in the ring.

“RYAN HUGHES! HE’S THE THIRD MAN?!”

“It’s looks like it, Colin! Raj talked of a mastodon shaped ace in the hole- this must be what he meant!”

“I knew he would come back! See kids? Religion is real!”

Ryan sports dark blue jeans and his “Vintage Batmanite” t-shirt, and strangely enough, a chequered lumberjack’s shirt hanging loose in the manner of a jacket, showing his respect to the match stipulation as he walks down the ramp to the squared circle. In the ring, Millson gulps, knowing this task just got a whole lot more strenuous. Raj laughs, before leaning over the ropes to greet the greatest thing to ever graduate from the Lancashire Wrestling Club. The former New Age Champion gives an idle salute to his mentor, then looks over to Millson and says something, which is caught on camera.

“You think I’M something? Just wait, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Ryan gives out a sly laugh, before joining his fellow lumberjacks at ringside. Hayden remarks on Hughes’ choice of clothing, nodding in approval as they both wait for the last of Team Kim-Po.


TBC The Final Lumberjack

[Metal Dragon]

A bass riff echoes through the venue as the lights are all dimmed, then a loud blast of feedback leads into a guitar riff that sounds similar to the opening. Metal Dragon appears at the top of the entrance ramp in the same attire he was wearing to his interview earlier tonight. The Man of Golden Words spits in his right hand and begins rubbing the proximal phalanges of his left paw, which the camera zooms in on to reveal brass knuckles encapsulating.

"METAL DRAGON IS THE FOURTH! Raj Kim-Po sure as hell knew to pick good lumberjacks!"

"Take it from me, though... When Metal Dragon's on a war path, he gets what he wants, and I'd wager he's just out here to beat someone up. Add in the factors of there being Ryan Hughes and Hayden HardKore on the same side of the ring as him- two old rivals of his- and he very well could be trigger happy. Then you have Shawn Dreamer, who bleeds EVPW, on the same side as three GHW veterans, so he should make sure not to wear out his welcome."

"Good logic there, Matt. Whereas Raj picked bigger names, Millson at least has ones that you know can get along."

MD makes his way toward the ring, left hand still clenched into a fist. The Metallic One gets into a row with Raj's other three lumberjacks for just a moment, seeming like he has some solidarity with them, then simply backs off and leans back against the guardrail.

TBC

[Wyziner]

Millson's eyes widen as he suddenly realizes the severity of the situation he is in. Bullets of sweat line his brow, his throat dries, and he begins to tremble, possibly with rage, but more likely with fear. He brings his hands to his face and shields his eyes, he then peeps over his fingertips and steals at Raj's corner for a glimpse of his eminent doom. He finally removes his hand completely, he has the look of a man who has been out maneuvered, and knows that he is beaten outright. The air in the arena grows thick with anticipation, the restless spectators in the jam-pack arena peer down at five of GHW's most iconic figures, and they want blood. Millson's face stiffens, he frowns as though he has suffered some great indignity. Refusing to admit defeat so early, he approaches his corner and begins to shout orders at his lumber jacks, who though disconcerted are attentive, and scramble into their various positions. Raj casts aside his microphone, takes off his Gi and hands it to the referrer, who in-turn hands it to down to Ryan Hughes. Millson still stands with his back to Kim-Po and converses with Robertson Ryder. As the bell rings, Raj briskly approaches Millson; he grabs his fellow Englishmen by the shorts, and tosses him over the ropes rather unceremoniously. the two-hundred thirty-five pounder tumbles and flops down into Ryder, looking up he meets Po's menacing eyes. Don't ever turn your fucking back on me, you cunt!

"Raj Kim-Po is all fired up, and this one is spilling out of the ring already."

"Oh, it's gonna be brutal Collin, trust me."

Raj steps back allowing Millson to quickly scramble back into the ring. Millson and Raj begin to circle, each man looking for an advantage over the other, the men inevitably wined up in a collar and elbow tie. Struggling and pulling, they try to gain the dominant position; Raj being the more technically sound of the two, is able to transition pass Milllson's guard. Kim-Po easily positions his hand, interlocks his fingers, and trap his opponents neck; he whips Millson's upper body to gain further control, leans him forward, and then drives his knees into his opponents chest. Raj follows with another knee strike before releasing his opponent, who then stumbles backward clutching his chest. Raj then uses his shin like a baseball bat and kicks Millson in the leg, he balls up his fist and begins to pelt Millson in the face. He strikes him with a right punch to the solar plexus, then a hook to the jaw, his opponents legs buckle, Raj cocks back and throws a wild hay-maker. Millson takes advantage of the rare telegraph, ducks the punch, and quickly applies a front facelock and falls backwards, driving Raj face first into the mat, and connecting with a successful DDT. Millson flops down onto Raj and hooks his leg. The ref falls down to his knees and begins to smack the mat.

"The Mighty One is wasting no time here."

"Picture perfect DDT!"

"Yeah, but here comes the calvary!"

Shawn Dreamer hops onto the apron and breaks the referee's concentration. While the ref barks with Dreamer, Millson lies on top of Raj waiting for count. Finally Millson has had enough, he releases the pin, stands up, and runs to the turnbuckle and leaps onto it. He leaps off and drives his feet into Dreamer's face. The crowd offers a small pop as The Prince collides with the guard-rail outside, and Millson flops down in to the ring. M³ stands to his feet and walks over to the ropes, he looks out at the lumberjacks and begins to taunt them. Meanwhile, Raj has gathered himself and as Millson turns, Raj charges and swings his arm wildly at Millson, who ducks causing Raj to swoop past him. The Guru goes over the top nearly falling to the ground, but he latches onto the ring ropes and quickly props himself back up onto the apron; Millson continues running, collides with the ropes that are adjacent to RKP and comes rebounding back toward veteran. Millson leaps up into the air in an attempt to knock Raj off the apron, but Raj, who has the top rope in his hands falls to his back, low bridging Millson. With a thud, the GHW Television Champion's head slaps into the ground. Like sharks Raj's lumberjacks circle Millson, the champ opens his eyes and lifts his head, his skin turns pale with fear as the men he was playing mind games with a few seconds early are all looking down on him. Shawn is the first to pounce, he begins to stomp down on Millson, Ryan pushes him out of way and allows M³ to sit back up, Ryan then rushes in, lifts his leg, and kicks the shit out of the T.V. Champion.

"Big Fucking Kick to the Head! Jesus Christ, Millson is done!"

"This man has been knocked around before, don't be so quick to count him out."

"Millson isn't a champion for no reason Collin."

"Absolutely, he is very resilient, and he has a lode of talent."


Not to be out done MD leaves his post, and shoves Ryan to the ground. He barks an order at Shawn, who promptly lifts Mighty Man Millson, MD takes a few steps back and charges, lifting his leg, he follows Ryan's BFK2H with a big kick of his own. It doesn't take long for Ryder, Green Spark, and Jones to get to the other side of the arena but they are greeted by Hayden, who brandishes his axe and a smile. He takes a swing at Jones who ducks and rolls out of the way, then a back-swing at Ryder, nearly taking off his head, and Green Spark gets a nasty kick to the gonads. Ryan stands up, and in a fit of rage throws all 250 pounds of his body into MD, sending him to the ground; MD props back up onto his feet, and he shoves Ryan. Realizing that trouble is brewing, Shawn tries to come between the two. He is shoved to the ground by both of them, now with all of Raj's troops occupied, Millson is allowed to catch his breath. Raj seeing an opportunity, runs along the apron leaps off , and suicide dives into Millson's lumberjacks. Now all the principles of the bout are outside, and the referee is trying to regain control of the match, Ryan and MD are tussling, and the only person's unmolested and still standing are Hayden, and Millson's forth hooded lumberjack who still standing off in the distance.

"It's all starting to fall apart!"

"Yeah, we knew they weren't friends, but we didn't think it would melt down this quickly folks."


TBC: The Lumberjacks Or Millson.

[Millson and Simpson]

With every man in this contest either fighting or laying on the canvas, the Daddy's Boy successfully manages to regain a vertical position, having clutched the top rope and pulled himself to his feet. Shawn Dreamer tries to get inbetween Hughes and MD for a second time, and for a second time, he is shoved brutally to the concrete, this time rebounding upto his feet quickly and slamming his entire body into the fight, turning the feud into a three-way brawl. A ring apart from the three legends, RKP slowly unpeels himself from the canvas and surveys the damage he's caused, having dragged Ryder, GreenSpark and Jones down following the Suicide Dive. Upon hearing the official start a count to remind Raj that his intentions are inside the squared circle, not outside it, the Phillipino slides back into the ring, but showing some veteran instinct, Millson is quickly on top of The Wind, clubbing the challenger's back and dropping Kim-Po onto his knees. Unrelenting, Millson continues his attack and the referee is forced to drag the Mighty One off the wounded RKP. The man in the zebra stripes sternly tells off the devious champion, who waves away the protests and focuses on the task in hand once again, delivering a cruel stomp to the cerebrum of The Wind. The kick forces Kim-Po to instinctively cover his head, anticipating more strikes, but instead of following up with another kick, the Daddy's Boy plants a boot into the sternum of RKP, sending the challenger onto his back in the centre of the ring. Not wasting any time, and realising that a high-impact move will be possible with Kim-Po in his supine position, Millson hits the ropes adjacent to The Wind and on return, drops to the mat and rolls forward before springing into the air, flipping forward simultaneously. With gravity on his side, Millson drops like a stone and crushes RKP back to sternum, the entire 235 lbs of the Television champion taking all the wind away from the challenger's body.

Rolling Thunder! What an athletic move from the TV champion.

And that could be the match right there. Rolling Thunder's take all the wind out of you and stun you for a few seconds.

Matt, I thought you used to be a Fighty fighty person. How many Fighty fighty persons win matches with a Rolling Thunder? Geez.

The Daddy's Boy crawls over to the winded Raj Kim-Po after the Rolling Thunder and drapes his body over the Phillipino's, hooking the far leg to make the pinfall escape as hard as possible. The official is quick to react and seeing Raj's shoulders pinned to the mat, the referee slaps his hand to the mat, once, twice, Kim-Po showing the world his perseverance as he raises his shoulder off the mat before the third slap. A hint of frustration hits the Ultimate Ego, Millson punching the canvas with both hands in response to an assumed slow count. The Daddy's Boy gets back to his feet and stares at his crowd of Lumberjacks, who have now recovered from RKP's Suicide Dive a little earlier. Millson beckons to GreenSpark, who nods and begins to root underneath the ring for a weapon of some kind, eventually settling on a sledgehammer, which he pulls out to cheers from the crowd, before tossing it into the squared circle for the Television champion. The Daddy's Boy tells Raj to get up and holds the hammer high, the referee spotting the weapon and getting his body inbetween champion and challenger. With a sign of resignation, Millson drops his head and passes the sledgehammer to the referee, who makes his way towards the ropes to pass the weapon to the timekeeper for safe keeping.

With the referee distracted, Millson calls his men in and all 4 Lumberjacks slide into the ring, taking pot shots at the challenger. Seeing the danger that his representative faces, Hayden HardKore tries to alert his three 'team-mates', but the trio of hardcore legends continue to scuffle, and throwing caution to the wind, HardKore slides into the squared circle himself, facing the trio of lumberjacks with only an axe at his disposal. The axe deters the three men, and each one leaves the ring, the Massachussetts crowd applauding furiously at the heroic actions of the former Undisputed champion. The referee, alerted by the crowd reaction, turns and spots HardKore in the ring, grabbing the legend and pointing to the ramp in the universal sign of ejection. The crowd start to boo as Hayden protests, but with the referee's word being final, HardKore bows his head and leaves the ring, shaking his cranium all the way up the ramp and off stage.

Well, whoever said that cheaters never prosper should watch some tapes of Millson in action.

What a miscarriage of justice. Jones, Spark and Ryder should be ejected, not HardKore. Ridiculous.

And now Raj Kim-Po has three Lumberjacks that can't get along, against 4 Lumberjacks that can. RKP's screwed.

With Millson waving goodbye to the New Age title number 1 contender, RKP clambers to his feet unseen, and stares a hole through the back of Millson, before lying back down on the floor in a supine state. Unsuspecting of the actions behind him, the Ultimate Ego turns and walks over to The Wind, before grabbing both legs of the challenger and lifting upwards, aiming for his patented Triple Powerbomb. With Kim-Po in mid-air, Raj grabs Millson's left arm and drags his left foot over the head of the Daddy's Boy, before pulling Millson to the ground by the arm, keeping a firm grasp of the arm even after the two hit the canvas. With the combined strength of both feet pushing Millson's neck away from the trapped arm, the pull on the left wrist starts to pull the shoulder out of it's socket, and with the martial arts expert locking in the Gracie Arm Bar, Millson screams out in agony, the man in the zebra stripes closing in on the action to check for a submission. Big Robertson Ryder jumps upto the apron and shouts at the referee, who tries his best to keep his attention on the action inside the ring, but eventaully realises that his job is to remove Ryder from ringside, and asserting his power, the official points at Ryder and then the ramp, ejecting his second Lumberjack of the night, and evening the Lumberjack score at 3 all. Ryder slowly steps down from the apron and trudges up the ramp, before dissappearing from the arena, the Arm Bar still locked in on the Television champion.

Hearing the cheers from the crowd, Dreamer, Hughes and Metal Dragon stop their sparring session for a moment and stare at the action in the ring. Upon seeing the advantageous position that their competitor is in, the triumvarate of legends settle their differences with a nod, and walk to the ring apron together, urging on The Wind as he vies for a humiliating submission victory over his nemesis. With the hold seemingly unbreakable, Millson begins to lose hope and raises his hand into the air, seemingly about to sumbit to the crippling pain coursing through his left shoulder, until Millson's Lumberjacks, knowing the need for a distraction is at it's most imminent, skirt around the squared circle and urge RKP's Lumberjacks to 'hit them if they have the balls'. Never ones to back down from a fight, Metal Dragon and Shawn Dreamer engage with Adam Jones and GreenSpark, throwing fists at each other, while Ryan Hughes decides to stare out the mystery Lumberjack. The official diverts his attention to the throng of brawling outside the ring, just as Millson taps out to the Arm Bar, but without any official consultation, the match continues. On the outside, Hughes rushes the big man on the outside, only to have the attempted haymaker ducked, and his nose flattened by a vicious Clothesline from the moving target. The mystery man stares down at the Mancunian Mastodon and flips back his hood, revealing himself as the demonic Jaggeroth, drawing gasps from the crowd.

OH MY GOD! THAT'S JAGGEROTH! MILLSON HAS JAGGEROTH ON HIS SIDE!

What the-? I thought Jaggeroth was never coming back.

Yeah, but look in the ring. Millson's tapping like a little bitch, but the referee's as amazed as we are at Jaggeroth, and the match is continuing.

TBC- Good enough for you, Raj.

[Wyziner]

With his hands clenched around Millson wrist, and his legs across his chest, GHW's resident black belt wrenches back on the champion’s arm. The referee is far to busy with the lumberjacks to notice MMM, who is repeatedly tapping. Raj pulls and pulls and pulls, until eventually a loud popping sound ebbs up from the ring and whispers it’s way out to the near by floor seats, where the fans can hear. It whisper it way over to the announce table where Matt hears it, Al hears it, and Collin hears it. This popping, the unmistakable sound of a bone breaking, of tendons being severed, evidence of Raj’s subtle brutality whispers it’s way across the arena floor and tickles the ear of the newly unveiled lumberjack, but Jaggeroth can’t be bothered, presently he and his foot are preoccupied with Ryan’s ass. Besides the private ramblings of a flabbergasted crowd, who honestly don’t know what to make of Jaggaroth’s presences, the arena is silent. The silence is broken by the blood curdling screams of MMM as a beacon of pain tintinnabulate from his shoulder and goes to his finger tips, and then back up into the rest of his body.

After having this arm-bar locked in for nearly a minute and a half, Raj gives up any hope of getting the submission victory. Fully satisfied with himself, Raj breaks the hold and stands to his feet, he takes a large handful of Millson’s hair and lifts him up to his knees. The adrenalin wears off and MMM starts to fade out, Raj delivers a series of three quick slaps, as if he were waking his opponent up. Stay with me buddy. Raj arches his arm around Millson’s head, applying a tight front face lock, he then falls down to the ground driving the champion into the canvas. Raj rolls to his side and in effect rolls Millson over onto his back. Raj hooks Millson’s leg and throws his whole body into a pin. Giving up on the lumberjacks, the referee turns back to the action only to find Raj deep in the roll up; the official mad-dashes to the Fighty fighty person’s and drops to his knees and begins to count.

“Stump-Puller DDT, damn that thing hurts. Let me tell you, the move will put your lights out faster…well faster then…”

“Faster then you can count to three?”

“Thanks Al, we are all truly taken aback by your dazzling commentary.”

“God damn lumberjacks again. This referee needs to get some damn control out there.”


Sure enough Jaggy has abandoned Ryan and hoisted himself onto the ring apron, Ryan lies face down on the arena floor with his right arm partially under the ring. The referee once again breaks his count and stands up, he approaches Jaggeroth, extends his index finger, and begins to shout at the masked lunatic threatening to eject him from ringside. In response Jaggeroth tilts his head slightly, and simply replies, I dare you. Perhaps seeing that cluster fucked mind of Jaggy’s lying just beyond his steely eyes, noticing the little ball of carnage that was formally known as Ryan Hughes, or just realizing he is way out of his league the referee retreats, Leaving Raj to defend himself. Upon approaching his old enemy Raj is affectionately greeted with a friendly high five to his face, Raj returns this courtesy, at which point Jaggeroth clenches a hand around his throat and lifts him off the ground. In a form most reminiscent of Darth Vader, Jaggeroth holds Kim suspended in the air by his neck and taunts him. Raj pounds on his abusers arm trying to free himself, but to no avail. and in seconds Raj is simply dangling like a pickaninny from the tree like figure of Jaggeroth.

The referee stands off in the distance and it appears that the numbers game will catch up with him again, that is until with a loud thud Jaggy releases his grip and Raj falls to the floor, rolls away from Jag, and begins to breath heavily in order to catch his breath. Then with another loud crack The Time Killer falls limply to the floor, Ryan hovers over him, he has a trickle of blood crawling down his nose, and the handle end of a broken baseball bat in his hand. His eyes glaze over, and he falls down onto Jaggaroth. At about this time Green Spark and Adam Jones are on the retreat, they have had their ass handed to them by MD and Shawn, they offered a good fight, but it was simply a matter of experience; and what’s more, the purpose for which they had initiated the fight has now been served. Now with his lungs full of air Raj approaches Millson, who has barely moved since being pinned, grabbing him by the hair, he brings the champ to a seated position. Raj then steps around, and kneels behind his opponent, takes hold of his arm, bends it backward at the elbow, and overhead. This is the same arm that he had previously clutched in the arm-bar, that had most likely dislocated, the one that was causing Millson maddening pain, the very same. He locks that arm between his own armpit to secure it, RKP then wraps his free arm under the champs's chin, puts his other arm through the arch created by the opponent's trapped arm, and locks his hands. In a maneuver that can only be called a death-clutch.

"Oh my, Raj has him again this time in an inverted head and arm lock."

"He has picked his spot. Raj is applying more pressure to the arm and shoulder of Millson."

"But here is Green Spark on the apron! He won't even give the official time to get into position."

"You have to realize though, that Millson is nearing the end here."

Millson starts to tap again, but the referee once again, is otherwise occupied. Relenting, Raj gives up the hold. He stands and is absolutely enraged, having had his win thwarted once and again by another of Millson's cronies. Raj explodes like a cannon ball toward Sparky, he leaps nearly seven feet and jumps clear over the referee; he tucks his body inward, and then extends his legs, the soles of his boots crack into GS's cranium. Raj lands on his back, Spark stumbles backwards, falls off of the ring apron, and plummets into the guardrail, Raj stands to his feet and turns only to find that Adam Jones has actually entered the ring, and is vaulting toward him. Raj brushes the referee aside, and as the Boston native throws his wild off kilter punch at him, the expert boxer parries his blow and strikes him with ten of the fastest punches in GHW history. Adam staggers backward and Raj follows through with a hard right hook that nearly knocks the tough New Englander out of his boots. Jones falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, the mini barrage happened so quickly that the officially hadn't saw it. The few moments of pure pandemonium, have allowed enough time to elapse for the war-torn champion to collect himself, he has come to, and lies on the mat playing possum. Raj approaches slowly bidding his time, thinking that finally he has the match in hand, but as he leans down to put one more nail in the coffin, his misconceptions are broken by a crooked little thumb being jammed a centimeter deep into his eye. The disoriented performer staggers back, as Millson rolls to his left side and uses his healthy arm to bring himself to a kneeling position, he then unfolds his legs rising to his feet. Waisting as little time as possible the champion begins to pelt Raj in the face with his left hand, weak jabs thrown out of necessity, he then kicks Raj in the gut, causing him to double over before punting him in the face and sending him to the ground. Millson's right arm is completely limp, but it won't deter him, he immediately falls on top Kim-Po and the referee fumbles over to initiate the count. The pin is unsuccessful.


"Tough break there. He almost had it."

"It would be so awful for Raj to lose this match after all he has battled through tonight."

"Yeah, but by the same token you have to admire the longevity of the champion, who despite everything Raj has thrown at him, is still standing."


With Millson standing first, Raj follows shortly. More lefts hands from the champion, the punches are growing stronger with each passing moment, and Millson is charging full speed ahead. He's flying by the seat of his pants at a thousand miles an hour, but he's on an empty tank of gas. Millson steps back, and with a long battle cry charges headlong into Raj throwing his entire body into a left-armed clothesline, Raj pops back up to his feet, only to be knocked down once again by another stiff shot, Raj springs to his feet a third time to the same effect. For a forth time Raj explodes off of the canvas, and this time ducks the clothesline the he dubiously deduced was coming; Millson looses his momentum, and from behind his opponent Raj puts his hand between the champs legs. Then Raj hoist Millson up into a torture rack and pauses. He steals a glance over at a stirring Jaggeroth, and tosses Millson violently from his shoulders while falling to the ground. Raj lands in a seated position and his opponent lands neck and shoulder first on the canvas. Raj leans in slightly, pinning him to the mat. Seemingly without anyone else to contend with MD and Dreamer, begin to lead the fans in Go Kim-Po! chants

"BILE DRIVER, BILE DRIVER!"

"Were the hell did Raj get that one from?"

"It doesn't matter where he got it from Al, the only thing that matter's is that this one is over!"



TBC: Yeah, your post was good enough. ;D

[Millson and Simpson]

The man in the zebra stripes slides over to the action, quickly deducing that the champions shoulders are plastered onto the canvas and that the challenger is the weight that's holding them down. The referee wastes no further time and slaps his hand to the mat, once, twice, and with fingernails only mere inches from the mat, the Daddy's Boy refuses to give up so soon and raises a shoulder, to the consternation of both lumberjacks and crowd, who are now firmly behind The Wind. RKP rolls onto his stomach and pelts the canvas with both fists, anger and frustration now growing with the speed of a thousand gazelles, Metal Dragon and Shawn Dreamer desperately trying to calm down their representative before he gets himself disqualified. RKP drags himself wearily to the soles of his feet and stares down impassively at Millson, who hasn't even managed to roll onto his sternum after the forceful kick out. Seeing the weakness the Television champion is feeling, Kim-Po gives Millson a gentle kick to the side, turning the Ultimate Ego supine, staring up to the roof lights with glassy eyes, and Kim-Po sprints to an adjacent set of ropes and leaps at the second strand of wire. Upon impact, the rope is pushed backwards, all 231 pounds of Raj Kim-Po resting on the wires, and at peak velocity, RKP pushes off with his strong legs and leaps backwards simultaneously, the resultant force sending Kim-Po head over heels, the daredevil Moonsault pressing both champion and challenger's bodies together, with the Phillipino's momentum ensuring that he gets the better of the collision. The crowd go wild as the wind is sucked out of Triple M's stomach and chest cavity, causing the champion to double over into a ball in the middle of the squared circle, Raj Kim-Po also slightly winded, but still focused enough to drag his wounded skeletal structure over to Millson and hook the far leg of the champion, forcing the official to make another count.

Kim-Po hit the Middle Way, and that could be the end of Millson's title reign.

Raj Kim-Po is just too strong for the Englishman, and this match is surely over.

One...Two...Thr-! Oh come on, what the hell!

Unseen to all in the spacious arena, another masked stranger slides into view from underneath the ring and clutches the legs of the unsuspecting official, pulling the man in the zebra stripes out of the squared circle and to the concrete below, before grabbing the left arm of the referee and whipping the official into the glistening steel steps that for so long remained a passageway for the superstars instead of a weapon to be utilised. The crowd begin to jeer profusely, as the masked man stares down at the referee and whips the hood off his cranium, revealing himself to be Ian Millson, father of the Mighty Man. In the confusion surrounding the second unveiling of the match, RKP ditches the attempt to pin Millson, instead springing back to his feet and staring a hole right through Millson Senior, only to be clubbed back to a kneeling position by the now fully recovered Jaggeroth, who wastes no time in releasing 5 punches at the back of Kim-Po, before sliding to the outside before any of The Guru's lumberjacks can react to the danger their friend has found himself in. Jaggeroth joins the rest of his 'team' as the balance of the match seems to have evened out enough for Millson to work his way back into contention for the title, with both men laying prone on the cold, hard canvas. Referee still knocked out on the steel steps, the crowd start to cheer for RKP, who responds to the partisan crowd first and clutches at the ropes for support, before hauling himself up the wires, lumberjacks providing vocal support whenever possible. At the opposite side of the squared circle, Millson finally reacts to the sound of the Boston fans, and copies The Wind subconciously, alas dragging himself to his feet via the red ropes of the Glory and Honour Wrestling Ring. With both men to a vertical base, applause sounds from both alignments of lumberjacks, and the two legal competitors in the contest rush each other, with the veteran Kim-Po earning the upper hand by dropping to the mat, kicking Millson's shin with the left boot, dragging round his right boot to kick the calf muscles of the Mighty One, the double impact knocking Millson face-first to the floor, in reach of Raj's lumberjacks. Like sharks sniffing blood in the water, Hughes, Metal Dragon and Dreamer start to punch away on the battered Television champion, and a forceful blow from MD pushes Millson's nose in on itself far enough for the bones to rebound and spew blood over the ring mat.

Oh, Millson is lacerated. This match has just turned brutal.

OK, now this is why I decided to become a commentator. Reminds me of when I was actively 'The Hardcore Genius'.

And with no referee, there's nothing anyone can do to stop this mugging. Brilliant.

The canvas now splattered with specks of crimson, the three offensive lumberjacks halt their attacks and push Millson back into the centre of the 4 sides of pain, Millson's lumberjacks mere spectators, not wanting to risk confronting the three hardcore competitors facing them. Kim-Po thinks of attempting a pinfall, but recalling the lack of any referee, thinks better and instead kneels down, laying a few mounted punches straight to the already broken nose of the Daddy's Boy. Kim-Po, with an evident plan of action to follow the beating, drags the lifeless Millson into the exact centre of the squared circle, before motioning to the crowd, now pumped up and ready for a new Television champion to be crowned. RKP strides purposefully over to the turnbuckles and scales the first two sets of pads with ease, before glancing behind at the Ultimate Ego. Once satisfied with the lacksidaisical signs of life, RKP drags himself onto the top turnbuckle, facing away from Millson, and with one last glance at the Mighty One, leaps backwards and pulls his legs over his head, flipping 270 degrees backwards in the air, aiming his legs at the soft underbelly of the Television champion when bodies are parallel with one another. With the crowd silenced in amazement for the athletic manouvre, the only sound audible is the thumping of both men's hearts, as RKP comes crashing to the mat. At the last second, the Daddy's Boy regains enough conciousness to see the dark shape looming over his 6 foot being, and with the reactions of a cat, Millson slides to the right, RKP's point of no return amassed long ago, Kim-Po's momentum not allowing The Wind to stop himself mid-air, instead forcing him to crash knee first into the canvas, to the amazement of everyone in the large arena.

RKP grabs his knees without a second thought, and The Guru thrashes about on the mat, knees nearly wrenched from the bone as he collided with nothing but solid ring after his Like The Wind attempt. The Daddy's Boy lies still on the floor, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily after his potentially painful experience is avoided, while the two sets of lumberjacks on either side of the ring shout and bawl at their two respective representatives to reach their feet and retain the momentum of the match. The Daddy's Boy is the first to stir, rolling onto his stomach and beginning to claw at the fabric in front of him, dragging his limp and lifeless body to the corner situated nearest the Millson lumberjacks. After a few seconds, the Ultimate Ego reaches his corner, and RKP also drags himself painfully to his feet, making sure not to put too much weight on either foot, the injured knees causing Raj all kinds of pain and torment. Knowing the resilience of The Wind, GreenSpark hands something to his friend Triple M and backs away, unbeknownst to Kim-Po, who hobbles over to the champion and grabs Millson by his long mane of hair, almost throwing the Whitby Wonder to a vertically positioned axis. Before RKP can react, the Ultimate Ego swings a right fist into the jaw of The Guru, who falls to the mat like he's been shot, Millson also falling to the ground in exhaustion. Adam Jones grabs Millson by the hand and takes off the brass knuckles that GreenSpark provided, shoving them into his tights, before walking over to the referee and picking up the wounded official, throwing the man in the zebra stripes back to the squared circle.

A cheap shot from the brass knucks, and Raj Kim-Po's career could be over.

Not that I condone that, but you've got to be impressed with Millson's ingenuity. His book of tricks is the size of the dictionary.

Yeah, he's a surefire cheat alright. And the referee's back in the ring. This could be it!

The Daddy's Boy gropes his way towards his challenger and once near enough, drapes an arm over the chest of The Wind, who hasn't moved since the brass knuckle shot. The official in charge of this pivotal contest stirs slightly and looks towards the two foes, realising that Kim-Po has his shoulders on the mat, realising that he has to drag himself over to the action and make a count, realising that a title reign is in the balance for both men and a carrer in the balance for one. With this newfound determination, the referee drags his body over to the two men, checks to see that RKP's shoulder is indeed on the mat, and slaps his hand to the canvas painfully. With every member of the crowd willing the Phillipino to raise his shoulder, and the lumberjacks on both sides of the squared circle shouting for their respective ally to keep going, the referee slaps his hand to the mat a second time. The man in the zebra stripes raises his right hand slowly, time standing still for both champion et challenger, and with deathly timing, the official slaps his hand down once more, Raj raising a shoulder out of pure instinct. The crowd go wild, with the 'Lets go, Kim-Po' chants once again running rampant, the triumvarate of hardcore legends drawing bated breaths as The Wind keeps the match and his career alive. Millson holds his head in his hands, as he looks to the heavens, pondering the actions he has to take to eliminate Raj Kim-Po from Glory and Honour Wrestling.

With Kim-Po awakening from the stiff brass knuckle shot, the Ultimate Ego slowly turns onto his stomach and gets to his knees, staring sideways at the recovering Guru and smiling, before glancing at one of the turnbuckles. Triple M wearily stands to his full 6 foot and picks up the injured Raj Kim-Po by the scruff of the neck, and without any remorse, throws Kim-Po into the steel turnbuckle post head-first, the crowd letting out a gasp as the metal clangs off solid skull. Raj instinctively holds his shoulder and backs away from the source of the pain, disentangling himself from the top and middle turnbuckle pads, only for the Whitby Wonder to grab the Phillipino by the back of the head and throw Raj's cerebral cortex into the top turnbuckle pad repeatedly, leaving RKP clinging onto the pad for protection, despite being the source of the pain. With a definite plan in mind, Millson grabs Kim-Po's legs and hoists the 231 pounder into the air, depositing RKP on the second turnbuckle, facing his adoring fans, and delivering a stiff blow to the spine. As Raj recoils, Millson completes the job by lifting Kim-Po onto the top turnbuckle by the legs, climbing to the second rope immediately. The crowd begin to boo as they realise the inevitable, and Millson smiles once again, before climbing to the top turnbuckle as well, balanced behind the Phillipino. The Tyrant of Technique wastes a slight amount of time as he makes sure that he's perfectly balanced and ready to hit Kim-Po with the Bloodline, but the second's hesitation costs Millson, as The Guru grabs both of the Mighty One's legs in one motion and stands to his full 6 foot 1, while still perched on the turnbuckle. The Daddy's Boy flounders as he is held aloft over RKP's shoulders, but Kim-Po maintains his balance and smiles, before leaping backwards off the tallest point in the squared circle, throwing both men back-first to the mat. Chants of 'Holy shit!' rain down on both men and applause rings out, both men laid waste to as the lie on the canvas.

OH MY GOD! AN ELECTRO KARMA OFF THE TOP ROPE!

All Raj has to do is cover Millson. Come on Raj, you can do it. Save your career!

That was friggin' awesome. I don't care what you say, I don't want this match to end anytime soon.

The lumberjacks and the crowd urge on their favourites, as the referee checks both men and, seeing that neither man looks in a fit state, begins a count for a double knockout, a result that would please both competitors if it came down to that. Neither man stirs, the impact of the top rope Electro Karma taking all the energy from both men and leaving the contest without a clear favourite. The official reaches a count of 5 and both men start to react to the noises in the arena, their passion for what they do greater than the pain they're feeling in their ravaged bodies, and as the referee reaches a count of 7, both men reach the ropes and begin to pull themselves up, Millson with a broken nose, Kim-po with red marks all over his body.

TBC- But we'll leave it at 2-2 right?

[Wyziner]

Yeah. Won't have time to post much else.