Levi Storm vs. Trace Hawkins vs. Jack Night

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The PPV kicks off with a message from its sponsors and a quick preview of what they have in store for the crowd tonight.

Darkness engulfs the PPV Arena as everyone's attention turns to the ramp at the entrance where a firework resembling and representing a thunderbolt strikes the ground. 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.

“This is a triple threat match for the number one contendership for the GHW Tag-Team Championships. Introducing first, 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.

“Reckon Storm can bag in a win for his mentor Hayden Hardkore. I'm sure the two can take down Templar and end their reign.”

“That all depends if Hayden can end Jake's reign tonight. Losing tonight would mean Storm's efforts would be worthless and he'll have to find himself a new partner.”

"Perhaps a win from Storm could inspire Hayden to work harder tonight. But then again, what could make him more determined that the thousands of fans who don't want to see his career end tonight."

Storm slides into the ring; removing his jacket in a no nonsense style and handing it over to the ring-side assistant. He stands in the ring, jumping on his toes, awaiting for the others to arrive and the match to start.

TBC by Night or Hawkins

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Duke Malum (Jack Night) comes to the ring alone wearing just his wrestling gear.

((OOC: For storyline reasons his name is Duke Malum))

[Ryan Hughes]

DING DING DING

Get this thing started.

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Both competitors nod approvingly, their chances of wining have just now doubled with the no-showing of the third party. The fans grow in anticipation of the opening match, knowing that not only is this hoped to be a fantastic match but the subsequent matches are sure to be slobber knockers. Soon, the two superstars begin to inch closer, their hands held outstretched, seemingly ready for a test of strength. When their fingertips begin to just touch each other, Duke reaches in his bag of dirty-tricks and throws a devastating boot between The Lightening Kid’s legs. At this moment all the males show sympathy and wince at Jack’s underhanded move. In a simple, swift movement Duke Malum of Hibernus Revolution throws his arm through the air in a piercing movement until his adversary’s teeth clank together from the European Uppercut. Hayden’s protégé staggers back against the ropes, holding his jaw from the severe pain. Of course, not letting his opponent rest for a mere second Jack advances forward with a flesh wounding back hand, nearly tearing right through Levi’s chest. Storm folds up, holding his injured chest but the relentless Californian spreads Levi back across the ropes and raises his hand up to the skies on more time. However, before Duke has the chance to bring it back down for a second chop the Hibernus Revolutionary is floored by an unforeseen Clothesline.

“Expect to see a lot of this, I don‘t for see this kid being any better than his cousin. Let me remind you also, his cousin sucked. Both of these kids run their mouths and refuse to put their money where there mouths are.”
“Well Matt, I‘m not sure how much you‘ve kept up on GHW since you left but Alex captured some Tag Team gold himself here before. I wouldn‘t really doubt him, or his cousin he‘s been impressive.”
“Al, come on now. We all know how many rules he had to bend to achieve that, I wouldn‘t really count that!”

After shaking the cobwebs loose, Cleveland native hunkers over and begins dragging Duke to his feet. Once on his knees Malum shoves a stiff thumb straight into his adversary’s left eye socket. Instinctively, Levi ditches his hold on Duke and grabs for his injured eyeball. Now Alex’s cousin ascents to a full vertical stance. The ref putting the puzzle pieces together, figures out what Duke Malum just did and begins to correct him for his crime, but Duke just brushes the ref away and stuns his rival with a stern, impressive right jab. Instantly, Storm is flattened on the canvas and is left at the mercy of Night who dishes out a storm of powerful boots.

Duke finally terminates the stomping after about nine or ten, then reaches down and grips his adversary by the head with his ever-so stylish zebra-patterned style gloves and begins dragging Levi Storm to a vertical stance. This time around, DM gets a powerful dosage of his own medicine and when on his knees Levi grips his opponent’s legs tightly and jolts forward, bringing his head down, driving the crown of his skull into the groin of Duke, who has to be regretting bringing dirty-fighting into the battle right now. Levi lands on all fours, looking down at the canvas, sweat running off of the tip of his nose and forming a pool on the mat. Duke on the other hand has his knees tucked in and his hands cupped over his tenders along with his jaw on the floor. A silent scream flows from Malum’s gapping mouth as he struggles to maintain a vertical stance. Out of now where, Levi pounces up like a cat and locks his hands around Duke’s neck, placing his head under his jaw and begins to drag him downward, until Levi hits his knees on the canvas. Jack’s jaw collides with the crown of LS’s head and he goes recoiling back from the shock of the Jawbreaker. Duke Malum inches back, one hand on his jaw and the other reaching behind him for the rope. Just as he gains settlement against the cords Levi comes charging his way at lightning speed. Levi throws his arm out to the side, crushing DM’s throat with a Clothesline that has enough momentum behind it to send both superstars over the top rope. Their bodies come crashing down, hitting the barely padded cement floor roughly. As the two stars lay motionless on the ground the ref starts the proverbial ten-count.