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Post by Ryan Hughes on May 14, 2011 16:14:44 GMT -5
It's time. The biggest match of the calendar has arrived. You have been assigned a steel cell at random at the start of the show, and you now climb the steel steps that lead you into one of four rings which are placed side-by-side to form essentially a much larger square. Chain-link surrounds the standard ring you enter into, swiftly removing you from an atmosphere that, for the most part, you have never gotten accustomed to. This is The NeXuS...
You move to one of the corners, your back resting against the turnbuckles as you glance across the center of the ring to one of the competitors who've also signed their name on a dotted line a week previous -for the same goal you wish to achieve by the time the night ends. In the center of your ring sits two trash cans, inside of those is a various assortment of weaponry to aid you in your mission...and the trash cans themselves. Hopefully, the random street sign, hockey stick, or steel chair can help you over the next most life-changing ten minutes of your career...you think about why you're in here, and that's when you look up...
Above you, fifteen feet above the ring you stand in, is the cell roof. In one corner, above the turnbuckle to which all four rings meet is installed a trap door which is locked by remote. This door will not be unlocked until the time is up, and upon it's unlocking, only two of you can enter through it. How do you decide who stays and who advances? Simple, the same way you've solved it throughout your career.
And finally, you turn your attention to the rings next to you. One side is a cage the exact same as the one you stand in with five others. Across from that is another. Adjacent to that, another. Including you, there's twenty-four men amongst these four cages. If you're lucky, you'll get to fight seven of them off when the time comes...but for now, you face off with two of your own to handle. You find yourself spacing-out as you stare at the shine of one of the weapons, until the voice of Charlie Coors booms from the audio system -the hair on the back of your neck going on end as the few thousand in attendance begin to cheer. This could be the day.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...IT IS TIME FOR THE 2011 NEXUS DEATHMATCH!"
An uproar of support rattles your eardrums...
"As per GHW ruling, Round One will commence at the start of the bell. In which the participants will fight until the doors situated in each cell roof will open. Only eight men, two from each cage will advance onto Round Two. There will be NO disqualifications. There will be NO countouts. Every cell door is locked, and there will be NO possibility of interference. G-H-W...LET THEM HEAR IT!"
Another cheer, you look out into the sea of fans...some of those signs are for you.
'ding, ding, ding!'
Cage 1 Metal Dragon Hayden HardKore Barta Bull Johnny Simpson Greenspark Bryan Wyziner
TBC
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Post by Public Enemies on May 15, 2011 13:56:47 GMT -5
The sick and twisted science experiment commences are the echo of the bell is heard 'round GHW Arena in Boston, Massachusetts. Six competitors scout their prey while still plotting in their respective areas of a now-constricted ring. A trash can nests soundly between the ring ropes and the hell-wrought perimeter of the steel cage. The two Texans of Bryan Wyziner and Barta Bull exchange looks of distrust. "The Punisher" Johnny Simpson remains salient and holds his head a little higher than most of the others.
"It's finally time!"
Metal Dragon is the first to give and it's for Barta Bull. Both competitors recognize their instinct and clash center in the ring. Metal Dragon aims high as Barta Bull aims low. MD catches nothing but a whiff of air as he had swung his arm out in length. Barta Bull digs into the canvas to stop his momentum dead. Metal Dragon backlashes with all of his reach to level El Toro de El Paso with his left wingspan.
"I'd say something had to give." "The talk's over and the hype is just beginning."
The four other competitors loiter along the perimeter of the ring, spectating each and every moment. Wyziner sets his sights on Hayden HardKore and delivers a quick shot to the gut with his right-hand black leather boot. Bryan seizes the hung-over head of HH and leads him by the mane to the corner turnbuckle. The Wrestling Wizard tosses mashes HH face into the sheathed steel turnbuckle. Hayden HardKore kneels with his back to Wyziner, groping his face with the palm of his head. Bryan peels HH back around to face him and stamps his boots into HardKore's torso. The future Hall-Of-Famer sinks lower into the turnbuckle with each and every stomp and stamp.
"Dirty, dirty stomps from The Wrestling Wizard, Bryan Wyziner." "It just goes to show you can't stand around in this kind of match."
Across the way, the likes of GreenSpark and "The Punisher" Johnny Simpson acknowledge each others' presence. Both impressive athletes stand eye-to-eye. Johnny cracks a smile and shakes his head slowly. He then begins massaging the front of waist as if he were wearing a championship belt. He returns his hand up to his chest and points at himself, mouthing THIS MATCH IS MINE.
"It's the always cocky, Johnny Simpson ladies and gentleman." "I don't see why you're bad-mouthing him. Isn't a he a dark-horse here?" "I think everyone's a dark-horse here." "I've seen stranger things happen."
Before Simpson's smile fades, he's knocked over by a clubbing fist-blow by Metal Dragon. The very veins in MD's face erupt to the surface as he begins to conquer "The Punisher". Metal Dragon thrashes and beats his own chest. Meanwhile, behind the dominator, Barta Bull is slowly gathering himself, poised for attack.
"Bingo! That's it right there!" "It's always about what you don't see, and what Metal Dragon can't see is Barta Bull."
Bryan Wyziner finally unveils the trash can. He rotates the circle lid and lifts it with one hand and samples the lot. While Wyziner buries his head into the can, Barta Bull charges toward the unsuspecting Metal Dragon. MD's expression quickly changes from fury to anguish as he realizes his predicament. Thinking on his feet, Metal Dragon waits in the direct path of the charging bull. MD screams "DETOUR MOTHERF***ER!" as he helps Barta Bull's forward momentum by seizing his red trunks and flinging him directly into the steel wall beyond the ropes. The lengthy steel defense shutters and sways at the moment of impact.
"WHOA! That may be the greatest counter to Bull's gore I've seen!" "Very lucky to avoid the barbs." "Lucky!? He's lucky not to have busted through there!"
Bryan Wyziner raises his head from the trash can to see what caused the horrific noise. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the carnage. Metal Dragon stamps his feet into the canvas and screams to the limit of potential in GHW Arena. The Wrestling Wizard showcases his treasure from the audience as he hoists a black and rusty crowbar from the trash can. He carelessly tosses the lid to the side. Setting his sights on the scraps of the match, Metal Dragon comes face-to-face with a fierce boot to the face from GreenSpark. The towering feat nods in approval.
"GreenSpark finally getting involved here." "Fuzz, you twit. No one's had the balls to go after him yet!"
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Post by johnnysimpson on May 16, 2011 9:54:37 GMT -5
GreenSpark raises his arms, glad to have done something of note in this match, knocking out a veteran of the sport, but this carelessness costs Sparky, as once he turns around to survey the damage inside the steel structure, steel meets mask, the crowbar wielded by Bryan Wyziner having cracked straight into the Pyromaniac's face and knocked him for six. The crowd let out an 'Oooh' as the first weapon of the match is used to good effect, but even the Wrestling Wizard isn't safe with a crowbar in hand, with Johnny Simpson, the biggest man in the cage, red with anger after the attack from Metal Dragon. As Wyziner picks up his ailed green opponent by the hair, The Punisher runs at both men and whips his right arm out, smashing his arm into the cranial lobes of both GreenSpark and Wyziner. Simpson looks at the top of the cage and smiles, before getting up to his full 6 foot 7 and turning his head to the GHW dual champion, HardKore, the smile disappearing from the brazen lips of the Pinesville Native.
And here comes the big man. It was only a matter of time before Simpson took control. Can you imagine this guy with weapons? It pains me to think about it. He's been very impressive in GHW so far, but taking on HardKore might be a mistake.
The Punisher strides over to The Jackass, who tries to pull himself to his feet with a little help from the top turnbuckle, but Simpson reaches Hayden before the action is completed and clasps his huge fingers around the throat of the Kiwi. With no referee and no rules, Simpson chokes the air out of his opponent, the much smaller Hayden not proving to be too much competition for the 280 plus pounder. That is, until HardKore realises that his life is in danger, and throws the Fighty fighty person's code out of the window, kicking Simpson low in the groin. The surprise nature of the low blow leaves the Georgian reeling, and the near breathless Hayden holds himself onto the ropes, rubbing his throat as Johnny backs away in pain. With no regard to the positioning of the competitors in this match, Simpson walks straight into Metal Dragon, who grabs Simpson by the head and walks over to the side of the cage, The Punisher too weakened to resist. Once the two men are near the barbed wire segment of the steel, Dragon points at the fans and nods his head, receiving a chorus of cheers form the GHW faithful, cheers signifying immense pain for the undefeated big man, who proceeds to have his face smashed and rubbed into the wire by the cruel but popular GHW veteran. Having some sense of conscience, MD lets go of the Pinesville Native and Simpson slumps to the floor, face bloody even this early into the match. By this time, HardKore has revived his senses and Hayden comes together with his long time friend, the two respectfully shaking hands in the middle of the structure.
This is what the GHW fans paid to see. Metal and HardKore. I see what you did there! Anyway, It looks as if these two friends are going to hel each other out in this first stage, at least for a little while anyway.
The aptly named HardKore and Metal Dragon turn to face the two men that are slowly getting back to their feet, Bryan Wyziner and Barta Bull, with The Jackass grabbing Bryan and the Dragon grabbing El Toro de El Paso, the extreme duo whipping them both into the nearest set of turnbuckles. With the finesse of a well-oiled machine, (in Metal Dragon's case, probably true) HardKore and MD run at their 'partner's' opponent and both men leap at their respective foe's sternum with both feet outstretched, hitting a simultaneous Corner Dropkick. The Wizard of Wrestling and Barta Bull both fall down to the mat face-first, and at the mutual command, Dragon and Hayden ascend the nearest turnbuckle quickly, both men perched high above their two downed enemies. The two veterans stare at each other and give a curt nod, before both leap off, front flipping in mid-air. Dragon completes the 450 Splash, taking all the air out of Wyziner, but, on the parallell position, Barta Bull raises his knees into the air, momentum not stopping HardKore in time, as he rams his own back into the raised knees of El Toro. The Dragon is quick to realise his makeshift partner's plight and rushes at B2, but Barta neatly sidesteps and pushes the onrushing MD into the cage wall, face meeting steel. Wanting to get extreme, Barta walks over to the trash can and roots around in there, before picking out a spade and smiling. As the Metal One reels in pain, he turns into a huge spade shot by El Toro that sends the veteran down the mat yet again, not even Metal Dragon able to withstand a spade to the forehead.
Oh yeah! That reminds me of my good old days as the Hardcore Genius. And with that, everyone is down, except for Barta Bull, who looks on form tonight. This cage really is open for anyone.
TBC-
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Post by Hayden on May 18, 2011 6:14:40 GMT -5
Barta Bull turns, the spade still clutched in his hands and the downed body of Metal Dragon softly groaning under his feet. He does not have much time to revel in the moment, as he is hit from behind by an opportunistic Greenspark. Barta drops the spade, letting it clang to the canvas, the face bouncing off MD’s head in the process. Before El Toro can turn to face his blindsiding assailant, his is taken completely off his feet by a second strike. Johnny Simpson stands, the steel chair still vibrating in his hands where it had connected with the rampant Barta Bull’s skull. When the dust settles, it leaves Greenspark and Simpson standing across the ring from each other, a trashcan in between them and a host of weapons to choose from. Barta Bull lies face first on the canvas, moaning in a mixture of surprise and agony. Metal Dragon, too, seems to have not moved since he was last assaulted. As the pairing of Hayden HardKore and Brian Wyziner join the fray, the match opens up once more to an anything can happen type atmosphere. ”Well, then there were four. Each one waiting for the other to move so that they can cut them off at the pass.”
”Oh, just get it over with. This is NeXuS… Not a time to be pissing about!”
”There’s plenty of match still to be had, no sense in running in and getting ones self killed out there because you were an idiot.” [/center] Hayden is the first to move, the cruiserweight arming himself in an attempt to even the odds . He takes three quick steps and reaches the trashcan, pulling out a length of steel chain. Hayden proceeds to wrap the chain around his lethal left fist, adding to the danger of his Power of the South-Paw attack. The three men, noticing the movement about them, simultaneously turn their attention in one direction. All three have the same idea at the same time. Towering over the shorter Dual Champion, the trio close in on Hayden. With the shortest of the three standing 6’3’’, and the other two towering over 6’6’’, the men cast a shadow over the lightweight Kiwi like darkness closing in over the day. Hayden lashes out first, targeting the man in the middle, Bryan Wyziner. With a powerful left strike, he slams his chain-wrapped fist directly into the nose of his larger opponent, watching Wyziner the Wizard staggers backward, but does not fall over. The Jackass only manages the one strike before Greenspark and Johnny Simpson snaffle the Kiwi up into their clutches. The pair hoist Hayden onto their shoulders like a sacrificial lamb, before tossing the legendary veteran against the wall of the cage. Hayden bounces off the wall and crashes back down to the mat, landing awkwardly as he does so. In turn, Greenspark and Simpson turn their attention to each other, their cohesiveness appearing short lived. Greenspark lands a solid right hand to the face of his equally as giant opponent, and Simpson steps backward to right himself, tripping over the battered body of Barta Bull in the process. As BB and MD begin to stir, Wyziner shakes off the effects of the chained fist to his nose and Simpson sheepishly finds his feet once more, the tension once again mounts. ”We can see these men still sizing each other up. Hayden is out-manned, out-gunned. Two will progress from here, so the question is, who will work with who to advance.”
”What makes you think that anybody is going to be working with anybody. This is mano-e-mano-e-mano-e-mano-e-mano-e-mano, every man for himself.”
”It doesn’t matter really. Either way, four guys are going to end up pissed off. That’s good odds as far as I can see.” [/center] The tensions soon boil over. Before Metal Dragon can reach his feet, Greenspark and Simpson had continued their little brawl, each one seeming to dance around the ring with the other in the hopes of gaining an advantage. Wyziner is soon leveled once more, having just recovered from Hayden’s fist, being hit from behind by a recovering Barta Bull. The Bull had managed to acquire a pair of light tubes from inside the fabled NeXuS trashcan, which he uses to turn out Wyziner’s lights, smashing the tubes across the back of his skull and sending him off to sleep. As a mixture of blood and glass splatter over the canvas, El Toro keeps a hold of the remainder of the tubes, two very sharp and equally as lethal looking shards of glass. He does not have the chance to slice flesh with his makeshift glass shank, as the competition seems to disintegrate around him. First Greenspark is dragged down from behind, screaming in agony as a knee is driven into the small of his neck with full force. Simpson is soon to follow, clutching his family jewels after a timely low blow sends him out of action. Barta Bull turns to face the direction of the disturbance, finding only a pair of boots sailing through the air at him. The dropkick connects, smashing the light shards in his hands and sending a shower of a million tiny daggers flying though the air and into the flesh of Barta Bull’s face and neck. Metal dragon stands tall in the clearing of bodies he had made. Across the ring, his oldest and most respected rival, Hayden HardKore drags himself defiantly to his feet also. Each knowing what is at stake, the pair look in the only direction that they want to be heading, up, through the trap door. Begrudgingly, both men make a small gesture of a respectful nod toward each other. It is a small sign of respect, but taking all the willpower in the world to perform. TBC
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Post by Wyziner on May 18, 2011 14:43:17 GMT -5
The pageantry of the affair soon subsides, and the perfect gentlemen unmask themselves to expose the cut-throat, philistine, brutes underneath. The old uneasy friendship which is more-so akin to a sibling rivalry, is tossed aside; emotion courses through their veins like blood, and they exude competition. In that timeless moment nothing matter, the one thing the held precedence over all else was simply victory. The Metal Dragon, a man whom indeed is ferocious like the mythical beast, and is at least twice as unyielding as steel, charges headlong toward the only other man in that section of the structure who is a fleshly personification of his name; he charges in a manor that is unstructured, unmeasured, completely and totally erratical, and he flails his arm at him viciously. In an exhibition of grace and fidelity of movement comparable to that of a ballerina, Hayden effortlessly evades what would probably have been the most painful lariat of his life and simultaneously boots his opponent in the caboose, simply to demonstrate that he could. With a smile Hayden casually raises his hands, and the small group of spectators who are privileged enough to see him from their positions in the arena, marvel at his mind blowing daftness. Though he stands just shy of six feet, the man is a giant and he sits atop a towering precipice of achievements that are only rivaled by the extensive list of accolades which belong to The Metal Dragon. His opponent turns on him with a ravenous look in his eye, he is incensed, this is the moment he has been waiting for and the victory that has eluded him for four years is at stake. Metal Dragon is enraged to find that somehow one can show such joviality in this match, the match that will cement his legacy and officially dignify him as the Most Decorated Champion in GHW History. In his anger MD charges cursorily toward Hayden, only to be out-maneuvered once more; the Legendary South-paw leaps in the blink of an eye and encompasses the head of his haughty aggressor, falling backwards he propels him into the NeXus cell wall. Hayden stands to his feet and to another rancorous applause, he raises his hands. Hayden Hardkore, the living legend, putting on a real show for these fans here tonight.
That was more-so Metal Dragon losing his focus their Collin, but it is refreshing to see Hayden doing what he dose best and that was a picture perfect Hurricanrana.
Well, third times the charm, aye lads. Aaahhhhhh! It is at this moment that Bryan Wyziner, who has since risen to his feet, breaks toward Hayden like a bat out of hell. Being the consummate entertainer would prove to be the bane of Hayden Hardkore; as he turn to greet the source of the militant uproar, Wyziner throws his arm into his pint-sized antagonist. Hayden is launched into the air, he turns a complete somersault before landing awkwardly on his face. A fountain of warm crimson blood flows from Wyziner's nostrils, the waterfall of hemoglobin is undoubtedly the end product of Hayden's iron fisted assault. The Wizard is instantly gratified, as he finds his competition sprawled out across the canvas, all of them victims of some dastardly blow; as he surveys his surroundings he takes sight of the trash-bin which is miraculously still resting in the center of the ring, he approaches it and from it's treacherous bowls plucks a hammer. The hand-tool is simple yet simultaneously villainous, and with it Wyziner approaches Hayden, who has yet to recover from the monstrous blow that occurred earlier. Wyziner grapples the left hand of his opponent and causes him to dangle or hover rather slightly above the ring, without any pretense or hesitation he drives the ball of the hammer deep into the side of our Legendary South-paw; then in a fit of rage he turns the hammer and drives it claw first into Hayden's left wrist before pelting him in the jaw finally on a back-swing. He leans down and screams I don't care if you are the Undisputed Champion or the King of Siam, don't you ever touch my god-damn face again..ever! It is with this that he arches his own leg, almost touching his knee to his chest and stomps down on Hayden's face. He then wipes the blood from his nose, and offers an ill-fated appeal to the crowd. Fucking violent, I love it!
Matt this kid has some serious issues, twice we have seen him viciously assault another competitor without any remorse.
If he's the sort for vicious attacks, I'm willing to wager that he is in the right place Collin.
Glad I'm not a gambler anymore. Used to be a time where I'd make wager like that one. As Ryan and Matt shear a laugh, the other competitors begin to stir. Big John is the first to rise and he gingerly approach Wyziner from behind, before his opponent is aware of any thing Simpson hoists him up and tosses him backwards; The Wizard lands upright behind the behemoth, and thinking quickly he kicks his opponent in the gonads causing him to topple once more clutching his nether region. Bryan is totally unable however, to counter Green Spark's attack and he crumples to the floor like a used sleeve of paper, as Metal Dragon and Barta Bull rise to bear witness to a brutal assault from the rusty crow-bar. Well folks here we are, right back into the swing of things and it's still anyone's game. Well maybe accept for Hayden, I think he is out. Never count Hayden out Collin, that man has seen worse and he still just keeps on winning.
TBC
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Post by Metal Dragon on May 18, 2011 20:15:21 GMT -5
Greenspark surveys Cage 1, prompting the nefarious Metal Dragon to immediately play dead. Barta Bull, however, gets up and approaches the two larger men in the cage. Johnny Simpson has shaken off the low blow he received moments ago, and the three heavyweights meet in the center of the ring. Barta casts the first stone in the form of a closed fist to Greenspark's face. Greenspark strikes back, and Johnny immediately joins GS in an assault of Barta Bull. The Bull backpedals away with his arms covering his face, getting closer and closer to the cage until both Spark and Simpson quickly grab and throw him into the steel. One of the spots of barbed wire gets to feast on Barta's right ribcage, eliciting a scream from the Spaniard before he falls to the mat. Hayden and MD both scamper to the nearest trash cans, Dragon predictably grabbing a kendo stick while Hayden pulls out a cricket bat with a multitude of thumbtacks glued to it. The Tennessean wastes no time in converging on Simpson and Greenspark, swinging at the former and then the latter with lightning speed. He continues the onslaught for a few moments, simply alternating between the two bigger men until they both lose their footing, finally crumbled from the wooden sword. MD steps back, completely unaware of the Jackass that crept behind him. The cricket bat and the thumbtacks attached to it both come into swift and hard contact with Metal Dragon's upper back. The two-time finalist in this very match falls to the canvas, eyes and mouth wide open in pain. Finally, MD is able to deliver a tortured utterance of "WHAT THE FUCK IS CRICKET ANYWAY?!"
"...Would've been cooler if he'd used a hockey stick."
"Or a football."
"Or a football helmet."
As Ryan Hughes smacks Fuzz in the face, Hayden promptly grabs the Singapore Cane that lies next to the writhing Metal Dragon. Brian Wyziner has grabbed a cheese grater and circles the caged ring, keeping distance from the Charging Glory Champion. The Kiwi Krusher also notices Barta Bull, Johnny Simpson, and Greenspark getting to their feet, all three heavyweights in the cage wisely putting the crosshairs on the armed combatant. Barta Bull charges first, receiving a kendo stick shot to the scalp that sends him staggering away. Simpson attacks next, meeting the same weapon in the same spot, but Hayden follows up by tossing the kendo stick aside and dropping the cricket bat to the mat. The Jackass taunts the newcomer to try again with the universal "Come on" hand gesture, which makes Johnny charge forward. Johnny's legs then get trapped between those of Hayden, who slipped to the side, and the big man is tripped forward with a Drop Toe Hold that puts him chest-first on the thumbtack-riddled bat. Hayden HardKore gets up and immediately receives a Clothesline to the back of the head courtesy of Greenspark's outstretched arm. Young Sparky then pursues Wyziner, raising his fists and stepping over any body necessary. Once he feels he is in range, GS throws a punch, but Brian jumps back. The Wizard then steps forward and throws a low round kick, his shin connecting with Greenspark's thigh. Brian then moves in only to receive a kick from Spark's other leg, doubling the second-generation Fighty fighty person over. Greenspark then puts Wyziner's head in between his legs and wraps his arm around the lighter man, then pulls him up for a Powerbomb. As soon as Brian is in a seated position on GS's shoulders, he strikes with the cheese grater. The grater being applied to the forehead causes Greenspark to fall back, essentially trapping him in a Seated Senton as he and Wyziner crash down.
"Down goes the big man!"
"Brian Wyziner has the goods to make a big push out of nowhere in this match. He's athletic, wrestling's in his blood, and as you just saw, he can get himself out of a jam."
"Hayden HardKore and Metal Dragon still remain the most dangerous men in the match, just because they've danced this dance before. Probably time for Brian to give them some attention."
MD and Barta get up facing each other, beginning to trade punches as they attain footing. Wyziner waits for an opportune time, and just as Barta lands an exceptionally hard punch to the face that makes Dragon spin around, The Wizard adds his own dose of pain by giving the Metallic One a swipe of the cheese grater. Now on his feet, Hayden shouts "Hey, kid!" at Brian. Wyziner turns around only for a thing that many Fighty fighty persons have been subjected to over the years: a straight Southpaw to the jaw. As the crowd cheers, the young Brian is spun around by the attack, which prompts the opportunistic Barta Bull to charge and lower a shoulder. The Bull's shoulder slams into the Wizard's ribs, sending him down hard and fast.
"DOUBLE WHAMMY!"
"BANGERS AND MASH!"
"Power of the Southpaw AND a Bull's Gore! Brian Wyziner will be down for a while."
"...Did you just say 'bangers and mash'?"
TBC
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Post by Hayden on May 21, 2011 21:09:17 GMT -5
The demise of Brian Wyziner seems to have come, with the Wizard falling to the hands of Hayden and Barta Bull. As the triumphant pair right themselves once more, both simultaneously turn around to nearly walk into each other. With each one feeling his own sense of momentum, both men launch themselves at the other. Dual Clotheslines from Hayden and Barta Bull momentarily take both men out and they wind up collapsing to the mat in a crumpled heap of limbs and flesh. Meanwhile, the remaining three combatants in the match all seem to meet at the same space and time, directly under the fabled trap door. Metal Dragon, bleeding from a gash in his cheek thanks to Wyziner’s grater swipe. Greenspark’s mask is tattered and torn but holding together, blood also beginning to seep out from under the forehead of the mask. Johnny Simpson turns as he stands up, tossing aside the thumb tack riddled cricket bat and picking tacks out of his chest. He is dumbfounded to find himself toe to toe with both Dragon and Greenspark when he looks up. It takes the trio a moment to realise exactly what is happening, before the three break out into a wild flurry of strikes, each one trying to gain the advantage over both the other men. Being the sneaky veteran that he is, Dragon slips away from the battle momentarily, picking up speed and charging into the ropes. While he does so, the giant Greenspark picks up his twin tower, Johnny Simpson, shouldering him and taking three steps forward before Powerslamming him back first right back on top of the cricket bat. Sparky lets a smile form on his face as he listens to the cries of agony for a second time. This is short lived however, as Metal Dragon returns from his journey, a pane of glass clutched between both hands that he had acquired from one of the Nexus trashcans. With his own twisted, cheeky smile on his face, MD sneaks up behind Greenspark, raises the pane and proceeds to smash it over the back of Greenspark’s head. Needless to say, the smile is soon wiped off the face of the giant. His eyes glaze over and he simply topples forward in a lifeless heap. ”’Atta boy Dragon. Greenspark is not getting up from that in a hurry.”
”And what did we learn?”
”Never turn your back on an Orchard member, or you will be in a world of… pane…”
”Oh good lord. Just stick to calling the matches there Robin Williams.” [/center] Glass shards from the pane continue to shower the ring, cutting their way through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Metal Dragon manages to cut both knuckles in the process, the crimson liquid speaking of a job well done. Greenspark winds up with a large gash down his back, and pin pricks from smaller glass shards all over his neck and shoulders. By the time Hayden HardKore and Barta Bull find their way back to their feet, they find Metal Dragon standing holding two dangerously sharp looking shards of glass, and with a shower of fragments around him that speak as to why there are two behemoth bodies at his feet. MD smiles at his long time rival, shrugging at the kiwi as if to say ”it wasn’t me” before hurling both glass shards at the men standing opposite him. Hayden dodges his shard of glass with the grace of a cat before dashing off in the direction it had come. He doesn’t even bother to watch as the glass sails past his head, through a hole in the dividing wall between cages 1 and 3 and sticks into the back of Desperado’s shoulder. Barta Bull does not get away as easily. With the Jackass blocking his view of the incoming glass shards, El Toro does not have as much time to react. He is hit in the chest with the second shard of glass, a scream escaping his lips more out of surprise than anything. As he picks the glass out of his chest, the Kiwi lines his long time rival up in his sights. ”Well, that was a lucky break”
”Metal Dragon just hurled those shards of glass on a whim. One of them stuck, I’d call that a successful move all in all.”
”Well, it’s more of a distraction than anything. He distracted Barta Bull long enough for the headlining pairing of Hayden and himself to square off.” [/center] And square off they do. Hayden approaches Dragon with gusto. He doesn’t bother with the various weapons lying discarded about the cage. He makes a simple beeline for his long time rival and charges forward. Dragon is waiting, the smile on his face returning. The pair lock horns, Hayden’s speed and momentum enough to knock Metal Dragon backwards and off balance. It is the pinhole of an opening that Hayden needs. He softens Dragon up with an European uppercut, dazing MD in the process. With that, Hayden plants a flying front kick, directly to the chest of his nemesis. Dragon is sent flying backward through the air, crashing into the corner turnbuckle. Hayden wastes little time. With Barta Bull managing to pull the shard of glass out of his chest, and Brian Wyziner finally beginning to stir where he had been discarded earlier, the Jackass dashes toward Metal Dragon. MD looks dazed, battered and broken as he rests his back on the soft padding of the turnbuckle. The Kiwi closes in, leaping into the air and looking to put Dragon away right here and now… TBC
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Post by Metal Dragon on May 22, 2011 14:42:22 GMT -5
Hayden jumps and spreads his arms out, splashing into the groggy MD. The Tennessean Technician stumbles out of the corner as the Jackass jumps onto the turnbuckles, but an extra factor is added into the situation. Ignored by the two veterans, Johnny Simpson scoops up Dragon while HardKore is readying himself. MD's body is held perpendicularly to that of the heavyweight's, but the New Zealander does not hesitate to jump off of his perch with both feet kicking out. The Missile Dropkick connects with Simpson's face, knocking him and his prey down to the mat. Dragon rolls off of Johnny and scrambles to his feet too quickly, as he is still disoriented from the beating he took in the past minute. Barta Bull takes advantage, grabbing the two-time NeXuS finalist by the head and assaulting the Southerner's forehead with the very glass shard he just pulled out of his chest. Some digging into the skin is followed by a simple jab with the glass, the jab sending MD to the canvas writhing in pain.
"Well, that can't be sanitary."
"It's okay. He's not Reeves. He doesn't have AIDS."
"Ryan, that was horrible."
Barta discards the shard of glass and looks around, lining himself up with the weapon-rummaging Brian Wyziner. Wyziner grabs an aluminum baseball bat from the trash can that he peruses, ready to swing it when he turns and sees El Toro. The Bull charges, playing dumb so that the Wizard will attempt a standard baseball swing, but that is ducked. Barta Bull grabs the bat and thrusts his head forward, clacking his skull against that of Brian, then pries the baseball bat free and tosses it aside. Rather than score a home run with a weapon, Barta runs to the ropes. Rebounding off of them with a full head of steam, El Toro prepares to deliver his second Gore of the night, but his target slips to the side and traps Barta's legs in between his own, tripping him forward. Wyziner follows up the Drop Toe Hold by grabbing both of the Spaniard's arms, then planting a foot on Barta's spine while pulling up. The Surfboard stretch causes the face-down heavyweight to scream in pain, only amplified when Hayden comes over and positions himself at El Toro's feet. HH crosses Barta's calves and steps in between them, then leans forward and slips his arm under Brian's chin. Hayden's other arm is placed on the back of the Wizard's head, locking in a Sleeper Hold.
"Hayden's got Wyziner and Barta Bull in submission holds now!"
"And Bull already was in one! The Jackass just gained total control of Cage 1!"
As the pain becomes unbearable for Barta Bull, Metal Dragon saunters over to the nearest trash can and luckily finds a pair of scissors sitting in easy reach. Opening them on his right hand, MD makes his way over to the three men engaged in the Sleeping Indian Surfboard debacle. The Man of Golden Words grabs Hayden's hair to pull his head back, then puts the blade of the scissors on his forehead and begins slicing while the Jackass screams. The New Zealander releases the Sleeper Hold from Brian Wyziner just as the scissors are released from his flesh, then MD steps back and waits for Hayden to do the same. One future hall-of-famer staggers back into the grasp of another man destined to enter that list, the Nashvillian wrapping his arms around Hayden's waist, turning to a slight angle, and throwing the Jackass backward with a German Suplex. Wyziner then stumbles in the same direction as Hayden did, a lot of energy taken from him by the Sleeper Hold. At a different angle in relation to Barta Bull, MD applies the same rear waistlock and throws Brian backward the same way, giving him a German Suplex too.
Johnny Simpson and Greenspark have now gotten to their feet and have their eyes on Metal Dragon. Greenspark has grabbed a bag of thumbtacks from a nearby trash can and holds it eagerly while the winded Metal Dragon approaches the center of the cage. GS slips behind MD and begins pouring the tacks, and at that same moment, the Tennessean's throat is grabbed by Simpson. Greenspark then comes back around to MD's front side and throws one of his hands on the Metallic One's windpipe, then both of the big rookies lift up the middleweight as high as they can. Metal Dragon is then unmercifully dropped down onto the multitude of thumbtacks, fidgeting for a brief moment before going motionless.
"DOUBLE CHOKESLAM ONTO THUMBTACKS!"
"...He never really did have much luck against big guys."
TBC (maybe)
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