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Post by Ryan Hughes on May 14, 2011 16:17:47 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 3 Desperado Nicholas Carson Chris Pyro Shawn Dreamer AJ Scally Jerry Nate
TBC
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Post by Desperado on May 15, 2011 7:21:19 GMT -5
All six men were in the caged-ring, silent, not even moving. Each battling with their nerves before the match had even begun. The atmosphere was tense but felt as if there was some static flying around amongst the silence. The crowd had patiently waited for the gong to sound but all six men unchanged from their positions.
Desperado eyes flickered up toward the sealed roof, reminding him of his time stuck in a cell with other delinquents. Except this time, there was a way out, but only for two. For the rest, it was a new experience. Even for the likes of Shawn Dreamer, Chris Pyro and Nicholas Carson; they had never found themselves in the hell hole known as NeXus. Desperado was the only one who was experienced in how this works. He was the only man to have taken part in all four previous NeXus matches and the only one to have reached the final all four times. This wasn’t a contest against 24 other people; it was a contest between Desperado and NeXus itself. This was about taking on the neXus one final time and coming out on top.
Desperado eyes darted across the ring, fixing his eyes upon the one man he would leave senseless before the roof was opened. That was the tactic. Take as little damage and make sure as many are taken out of the equation as possible. The fewer men there were the more chance there was of making it through. Just like Desperado, the rest of the men had also aligned their vision upon someone and their opposite had done the same. For Desperado it was the Nebraskan Jerry Nate. This wasn’t for the fact that he was fairly inexperienced in GHW. It was more for the fact Jerry was around the same height as the Yank. Pyro and Dreamer looked to settle their old scores whilst Carson found a liking to Evo Winner, AJ Scally. With each having made their mind up and the script for the opening written in their heads, it was time to get the show started and it was none other than the show-man who got things running literally as Desperado charged across the ring like a bull. His shoulders lowered themselves as he approached the Nebraskan and although his opponent had enough time to anticipate the run, he was in no position to counter it for he had his back toward the turnbuckle. His attempt to move left was followed by the agility displayed by the ‘Deadly and Dangerous’ superstar and as Jerry moved back over to his right, Desperado turned sharply, angling himself for a forward lunge. Nate had expected a tackle to his lower body and braced himself by pushing his right knee out but being a master of the unexpectedness Desperado was, he put a slight break on his run at the last minute, giving him enough space to lift himself of his toes and throw his bulk, arms flailing into the upper body of Nate. The sound of the cage shattering against the bones of the ‘Corn Husker’ was met by a loud applause from the crowd who were pleased Cage 3 was finally under way.
“Desperado takes charge. He’s always willing to take the first step. I’ve fought besides him and against him and I have to say, when it comes to planning out a tactic for a match, Despy knows what he’s doing.”
“It’s no wonder he’s managed to reach the finals on all four occasions.”
“Reached but not won. Myself and Matt on the other hand have beat him to it on two of those occasion.”
Carson used the distraction from Desperado’s run to pull his personal bout to his early advantage, running through like a rogue train, forcing Scally to follow Nate to be the second to greet the steel that surrounded them. The Australian fell to the ground, not from the pain but from the shock of having not expected the attack. His hair was pulled from their roots forcing him back to his feet as the Clown Warrior looked to make full use of the opportunity at hand, his knee finding the gut off Scally before he could plant his feet firmly on the ground. The ever calm Pyro and the ever-green Shawn Dreamer hadn’t paid much attention to their surroundings, rather seeking to psyche one another out. Although Shawn was heavier in build to Pyro, both stood head-to-head in terms of height which was evident as they began to draw closer. There was an uncharismatic smile on the face of Pyro unlike the confidence that beamed on the face of Shawn and it was with that confidence that caused Shawn to throw the first move and the his first mistake.
Pyro countered the kick Shawn threw at him with ease, using his own right leg to swipe the floor beneath Shawn, dropping him to the mat, his leg still in his possession. Pyro then threw his first strike, kicking Shawn sharply into the area behind his knee causing Shawn to flinch in pain but being experienced as he was, he knew he had to get himself out of the current situation and threw both legs forward simultaneously despite the pain shooting in his right. It was enough to force Pyro to lose his grip and take a few steps back giving Shawn enough time to roll back onto his feet. The Canadian tried to take advantage of the imbalanced Shawn but was a little too slow in making up the ground between them. His attempt of a running knee attack was thwarted by Shawn’s parry that forced Pyro off his feet and then back down to the ground, flipping 270 degrees in the process.
“The power Shawn carries is quite incredible. To lift Pyro off the ground in such a fashion is appraisable.”
“Shawn’s always been down as a worthy opponent in my book. Its time he put his skills and experience to good use.”
“To be honest, I don’t see a potential winner out of this lot. Not a single one has picked up a weapon.”
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Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on May 16, 2011 11:13:32 GMT -5
Flooring the Rogue Ninja, Shawn turns his attention toward the centre of the ring, where lies the trashcans filled with weapons. Chalking his next move, the Hardcore Prince starts to walk up toward the centre, but gets restricted before he could move a step. Pyro, having a little dent on his system, has stuck his hand out and had grabbed the boot of Dreamer, stopping him on his path. The act of the Canadian simply gets the eyebrows of the Floridian to vex, and Dreamer simply flips around, before sending Pyro’s head to flop against the canvas with a boot across the face. Being a little irate, Shawn follows with his offence and shoots a few more stomps directing the Toronto native, with all of them being wayward in nature and hitting all around Pyro’s bust. Once he feels satisfied, the one half of the tag team champions makes his way toward the centre, leaving his adversary behind to lie and breath heavily to regain his composure.
Meanwhile, on the other corner, Nicholas Carson is seen to stomp all around his prey, the fallen Aussie, with a sick smile on his painted face. Pummelling the EVO#1 Winner with around six-seven stomps, the Clown Warrior turns his attention to the centre of the ring and spots Dreamer to head that way too. Broadening the sinister smile on his face, Carson walks up toward Dreamer and sends a massive fist to the side of the Jacksonville resident’s skull, catching him off-guard. The quartet of knuckles sends Dreamer to reel back by a step, giving Nicky a chance to rummage through the can and find the best weapon. The object that Carson pulls out from the heap would have got a huge smile on the face of the Aussie – it’s a cricket bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. Nicky, with the “unusual” weapon within his grip” takes his stance placing his legs apart and the bat held up high over his shoulder, ready to strike Dreamer like an incoming baseball. He drives the bat, but the wired willow misses its target as Shawn ducks underneath and hooks his arm around the waist of the Clown-Faced Psycho. Without even wasting a breather, Shawn uses all his might and heaves Carson up in the air, throwing him overhead and sending his neck to crash against the dusty fabric. Nicky screams out in pain right after the impact, with the pain inflicted on his neck twitching up and down his spine. The Hardcore Prince lies flat over the canvas too, being all drained up from pulling that manoeuvre.
“Nicky has been manhandled by Dreamer out there. I must say that he has been showing a lot of effort tonight.”
“Why shouldn’t he be?! It’s the Nexus Deathmatch, damn it!”
“Well, I always believed in the guy and I guess he’s reflecting it on the big stage. I simply can imagine the look on Al’s face now – he totally hates Dreamer!”
While Dreamer starts to stir up, the Strife Slayer finally turns his attention from Jerry and locks his eyes onto the ones lying in the centre. Scanning the state of both, Desperado decides to make Dreamer his pair to dance with and marches up to him, heaving him up by the grip of hairs. With pain needling around his scalp, Shawn complies with the tuck of Despy and stands on his heels, still breathless to the core. The seasoned veteran then throws a hard balled fist right between Dreamer’s eyes, blowing away whatever composure the Floridian collected during his R&R. Seeing how his opponent reacts, which in this case is on his favour, the Brooklyn native wraps his arm around Shawn and locks it on his back. He then tries to heave the Floridian off the canvas, but fails due to the slight weight advantage Dreamer got on his side. But the four-time semi-finalist of Nexus isn’t the one to give up; he uses all his might and finally rips the sole of Dreamer off the fabric, throwing him over head and sending him in a projectile path to the region behind him. Gravity aids the New Yorker just as he launches his adversary, and Shawn lands over the canvas spine-first, crashing and burning right beside Carson, lying supine.
“Desperado is blazing out there! What do you say guys? Will he be successful this time?”
“Well, from what I saw over the years, he just MIGHT be the one to win it this year. There isn’t many around who has the in-ring presence and calibre as Despy.”
“If you ask me, I’d say no. He’s one of those guys who always peek around the scene and hide under a rock in the last seconds. At least that’s what I felt last year when I won the damn match.”
“Putting Ryan’s ego aside, do you realise how this might retain the tradition, Fuzz? Despy would be back to retirement if he wins this one.”
The man with the label “Deadly and Dangerous” rises to his feet only to find AJ Scally charge at him from behind. Catching him up on the radar early, Desperado takes his guard accordingly, but fails as AJ ducks at the right moment, smashing his shoulder blade right against the abdominal wall. The sudden spear sends Desperado backward and to hit the steel wall behind, rattling the steel mesh upon collision. The Novocastrian, with no one to stop him – at least for now, grabs a “DEAD END” sign from the trashcan and heads up toward the Brooklyn native. Holding the sign high and being rallied by the fans, the Australian makes his way toward Desperado and sends the steel plate down, crashing it against the pectoral muscle of Deserpado. The seasoned veteran’s face contorts in pain and turns blue as shocks of the shot travels down his nerves, bending him over. AJ follows the momentum and sends the sign down once again toward Despy, this time hitting his spinal column with a thud. The shot simply sweeps Desperado down to a prone position, down by the ropes, next to the mesh-wall. Running his hand through his hair, the Flying Phenomenon throws the dented sheet aside and flips around, only to see a freight train in the form of Jerry Nate to storm at him. Even though the Nebraskan isn’t that big, the momentum he carried aided him to act like a train and take AJ along with him, charging toward the cage wall. In no time, Scally finds himself compressed between the Corn Husker and the honeycombed wall, and in immense pain.
“What a comeback! What a comeback from Nate right there! I guess we’re seeing the Nexus V champion right there!”
“Ah Ryan, sit down, will ya? There’s still a long way to go. Besides, I doubt if Nate would pass the second round. He might with the first… well, not really…”
“Well, I’ll take the role of a diplomat here, guys. I mean, anyone can win this one? I bet many said Ryan won’t be able last year, and he just proved everyone wrong.”
“If that’s the case, I’m all shut!”
The man from Omaha backs up a little and watches Scally to fall right over Desperado, like a dead heap of muscles landing over another. Licking his lips as he eyes his crafty work, Jerry raised his arms up high in the air, bobbling in confidence. But what he simply doesn’t realise is that the returning Psycho, Nicholas Carson is standing right behind him like a wall. Being always the fan of dark humour, Nicky walks right behind Jerry and stands there, allowing the confident Nebraskan to bump onto him. Finding a wall right behind him, the Corn-fed combatant totally knew what he had right behind him. He tried to run away, but Carson grabbed him by the mouth of the tights, flipping him one-hundred and eighty degrees. Once he gets Jerry to face him, Nicky sends his arms to go between the legs and the shoulder of the Nebraskan, before scooping him up like a baby. The ever-smiling face of Carson glow an evil aura as he drove the Omaha resident down to the deepest depth of hell, sending him spine first against the canvas. Jerry’s back simply arches up right after the impact with his face telling the world of his state – he’s in severe pain. The crowd facing the third cage throws jeers of all sorts at the egoistic clown, broadening the smile on his painted face.
TBC;
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Post by Nicholas Carson on May 16, 2011 15:39:34 GMT -5
The Lord of Lunacy stood tall for a moment, his fists pounding his big chest like war hammers while he proudly boasted "EVPW!" for the world to hear. The jeers increased as did Carson's resolve to kill everyone, and in doing so, GHW itself. But such crowd play is for the fan favorites so Nicky quickly got back to the nitty-gritty and spun around, half expecting someone to be lurking about to take him out. Surprisingly, nobody was in his vicinity, and as his eyes darted frantically to the bedlam going on, they trained in on a most peculiar weapon protruding from one of the trash cans. He quickly picked up the giant Super Soaker water gun and twirled around, that legendary laugh of his booming high. Carson's aim point landed right on his victim of seconds ago, Jerry Nate, who was on his buttocks still gathering his bearings. Wasting not so much as a fraction of a second, the Narcotic Necromancer squeezed the trigger and let loose with what he innocently assumed was water. The liquid that roared out from the plastic muzzle like a fireman's water-hose was anything but agqua though, as seen by Nate's sudden thrashing about and clawing at his face and eyes. Perplexed, Nick stopped long enough to peek at the device again, finally noticing that a label attached clearly exclaimed "Warning: for NeXus use only, liquid Chlorine. Will cause irritation to skin and eyes, and if ingested, lungs."
The former Imperial champion LOL'd and thought it necessary to let the rest of the warriors burn a bit too, so he turned sharply and right into Pyro, who had acquired a Stop Sign and was holding it up. In a bit of comedy, Carson actually stopped in his tracks for a moment, obeying the traffic enforcement sign which allowed the Rouge Ninja to violently hike up his skilled leg and drive it into Carson's groin, doubling over the Clown Prince of Chaos. The Artist of Atrocities sucked wind and dropped the oddity weapon, while Chris lined him up and pulled a punt kick that would make Ray Finkle (Ace Ventura, anyone) proud, making sure to place the metallic octagon in the space between his foot and Carson's deplorable face. The combination of foot and sign stiffened the Clown upright before he gracefully fell flat onto his broad back. In a match like this, no, a all out WAR like this, one could not afford to lavish in his labor and Pyro knew this. Taking to the bout like a duck to water, the Demon Ninja took hold of the Stop Sign yet again and did a quick Ninja stance/pose before tossing it like a huge ninja star at the obvious biggest threat of the night, Desperado, who so happened to be vertical again with Scally following closely behind. The Brooklyn native, having pushed and punched AJ a few times to gain space, took heed of the inbound instrument and ducked as it soared past and nailed AJ square in the face, dropping him like a bad joke.
"Holy shitting shit! Desperado just threw AJ under the proverbial bus. And the sound of it was sickening. There's entirely too much going on in these cages, I can't keep up with it." "Fucking ninjas, they'll use any damn thing as a throwing star." "Scally better be thanking his guardian angels that it didn't hit his throat cause look, he's busted open. He's bleeding."
Disgruntled at his rare failure of a ninja tactic, Pyro stormed toward the Deadly and Dangerous One, who gladly marched toward him also, looking forward to a dance of death with Satan's Favorite Ninja. From a far Shawn caught what the two were about to engage in and pulled his battered and hurting frame up, aligning it just right before charging head long at the two unsuspecting opponents. As he neared them he launched his powerful body into flight, sticking both arms out. The Rouge Ninja was the only one to take the blow, his body propelling against the steely structure and dropping slowly, while Desperado, the veteran NeXus man, having a heightened awareness of things that the others didn't, swayed back in the knick of time. This left things open for the Strife Slayer, who took advantage instantly by slamming a stiff shot against Dreamer's temple before grabbing a handful of his dark tresses. The Floridian threw elbows back and tried to pull free as his body was forced unwillingly toward the caging at a high rate of speed. All hope seemed lost until, at the last possible moment, the Legion member broke free and spun on his heels, brilliantly reversing the momentum in the process and sending Desperado face first into the honeycombed steel that shows no favoritism and hungers for any man's flesh. The impact flung Desperado back into hell on earth, and right into the throes of a vengeance seeking Dreamer.
Scooping the New Yorker onto his shoulders in stride, Shawn secured his head and legs before dropping to the side powerfully, the Death Valley Driver landing the 4-time semi-finalist motionless atop the trash can he was tossed onto so viciously. During the last bit of great GHW action in Cage 3, AJ Scally, busted up face and all, had randomly grabbed the first weapon his hand could grasp, which in this case was a Fishing Pole, a Fly Fisherman's Pole to be more accurate, which had a big ass sharp fishing hook at the end of the line. The Aussie had waited and endured the agonizing pain dominating his facial area, and now, with Dreamer getting back to his vertical base (and his back toward him) after putting Despy out, it's time to strike. With a snap of the wrist and a release, the large hook flew through the air of the battlefield of canvas and cage, coming to a rest on Shawn's chest at first. AJ yanked and reeled, causing the hook to snap upward and embed into the Legion member's cheek, but he didn't stop there. Acting in accordance with the morbid nature of this bout, Scally yanked again, making sure to open a large gash among Dreamer's face and continued to do this until he was able to wobble up to stand and charge him. The Floridian began frantically prising the hook from his jaw as he turned to see the assailant who did such a vile deed, but what he saw was a Savate Kick that he could not elude. Shawn stumbled back, his face contorted into an epic expression of pain, and wound up with his arms tangled in the ropes, trapping him there at the mercy of the incredibly lucky kid from Aussie Land.
However, AJ hadn't been the only one laying in wait. Although still in excruciating burning pain, and troubled breathing, Jerry Nate had managed to fumble his way onto a pair of the new style of handcuffs, the heavy duty kind. And as a added bonus, the wrestling gods had bestowed upon him a tube of instant super glue that he'd geniusly opened and flooded the handcuff key holes and part of the base of the cuffs with, making it virtually impossible to unlock them even if a key was found. With a primeval scream he rose from his resting place and rushed the off guard Aussie and rabbit punched him in the back of the head with his cuff laden fist, mowing him down like a lawnmower to grass. And just like that, the rookie from Nebraska was king of Cage 3, but even he realized, much like Pyro earlier, that now is not the time to get caught up in the grandeur. Showing signs of decent intelligence, even for a slow Nebraskan, Nate made a beeline for Numero Uno Target-O, Desperado, and swiftly placed one of the tampered cuffs on his wrist then, with mild resistance from the Revolutionist, cuffed the other end to the ring rope.
"What a keen, very smart tactical move by the rookie there. That kid is impressive. He just handcuffed Desperado to the ropes, and made sure that there's no way in the world he'll be able to get free. He has just basically eliminated the odds on favorite to not only win Cage 3, but the entire NeXus itself." "Oh don't count Desperado out yet. He's pulled off some amazing stuff in the past, let's just keep that in mind. But I tell you what, if Nate keeps playing his cards like he is tonight, he'll make it far, real damn far. Can you image a Spike vs Nate balls brawl in Round Two? That's it, I'm rooting for Jerry." "He's got full command of the cage now, but he better keep on the other guys in there. Look at Carson, the demented son of a bitch is starting to stir and he's LAUGHING. Get on him, Jerry."
tbc
I went over too. Sorry Hughes, will trim it down in the next one to keep within your guidelines.
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Post by Desperado on May 18, 2011 14:55:47 GMT -5
Consciousness returned to the brain of the fallen Brooklyn Warrior before wandering off again into nothingness as the cerebellum took over the functioning of the Strife Slayers body. Once your mind was in such a state, it was hard to return to it at will. However, Desperado’s will-power was stronger than most and at this stage, he wasn’t letting no minor hitch up keep him down. Upon waking his eyes darted across the ring to check on the scenario at hand. It was vital to be aware of your surroundings at all points and that was exactly what made Desperado such a dangerous opponent in that ring. Looking across at the sight, Desperado couldn’t help but smile as his opponents were doing exactly what he planned, beating one another down. Jerry Nate seemed to have the upper hand on the ‘Imperfect’ as he planted stomp after stomp into Carson’s body with the clown curled up in a ball, trying to protect his vital organs.
Shawn on the other hand was struggling to stand having suffered dearly at the hands of the Aussie who was now trading blows with Pyro. All seemed to be going well from the overview of things until Desperado made an attempt to return to his feet. The pull on his hand was like a sharp knife being plunged into his stomach as the reality of the situation kicked in. The reason no-one was standing over him like a hawk was because they had reason to believe Desperado was no longer in the market for the prize. Slamming his right fist into the ground, the Brooklyn native jumped onto his knees, tugging into the handcuff with both hand in a desperate attempt. Mustering all the force in his hands, Desperado put all effort into relieving himself of the steel grip but it was all to no avail. In the back of his mind, even Desperado knew this was a lost cause. Desperation was etched all over his face but taking a deep breath he began to look around him in search of something that would get him out of this mess. The situation didn’t look too pleasing. Even the keyhole had been plugged up.
“Despy just doesn’t know how to get out of this one.”
“Jerry’s pulled a fast one over Desperado here. Completely nullified him and took him out of the equation. The favourite to this match is already out of the equation.”
“I’m pretty sure a ‘Thug’ like Desperado knows exactly what it’s like being locked in a cell immobilised with a handcuff.”
With Desperado not looking to go anywhere soon, the rest were concentrating on the remaining contenders in the matchup. Shawn had walked over to join Jerry and Carson’s tea-party, forcing a break-up in the dance between the two. The Harley race knee smash knocked the Nebraskan into the ropes. Before Jerry knew who his assailant was, Shawn had already forced his arms into submission, trapping them beneath his own. Although this limited his attacking options, it did open up another. The Hardcore Prince snapped his neck back and forth repeatedly, driving his own forehead into the visage of his opponent. With a head-ache ensured for Jerry, Shawn decided to put him out of his misery only to follow through with a belly-to-belly suplex on the groggy opponent.
Meanwhile on the other side of cage three, Scally’s arms were closed around the waist of the Dark Ninja. His effort to lift him was getting nowhere with both of Pyro’s hands clasped around the ring-ropes and his leg wrapped around Scally’s own. Realising this wasn’t going to work, the Australian released his hold and regrettably so as Pyro’s elbow shot back immediately to catch the 22 year-old dead in the jaw. Scally felt his knee’s wobble due to the shock of the impact and his attempt to use Pyro as a balance board fell short literally as he dropped into the ropes with Pyro showing good reflexes to move out of the way. The Canadian raised his elbow and struck it down precisely between the shoulder blades of the Evo Champion, forcing him to kiss the mat as he himself began to conjure up a plan to break out. In the back of his mind, Pyro had been counting down the minutes they had been in that ring and according to his senses, there were two minutes remaining. Just last it out was the thought going through his mind when he felt the floor be swept from beneath him. Although Scally had just taken a heavy strike to the back, the experienced rookie was used to dealing with pain and as such handled it well, using his grounded status to pull through with a sweep kick.
“A lovely comeback there from Scally. He’s showing great spirit and attitude out there tonight.”
“Ever since winning that EVO competition, the once ‘king of losses’ is now a general contender for this match.”
“Losing streaks don’t really count for anything. When the opportunity arrises, anybody can step up to the plate, I mean both myself and Ryan did so. I, in my debut match on GHW and Ryan as an under-dog going into last year’s nexus.”
“By the way, our fan favourite to win this match seems to finally be getting somewhere.”
“Like I said, he’s used to these situations. Breaking out of a handcuff for street rats like Desperado is like sex to a whore. It becomes second nature through experience.”
Desperado realised his limitations but also became aware of the fact he could move along the whole left-hand side of the ring to where he had been restricted to. The only possible way to break out of this one was to find something available through the weaponry provided in the trash can which was situated in the centre of the ring. Looking around the ring at what was available; Despy’s eyes fell upon the super soaker that Carson had used earlier upon Nate. It was a heavy stretch to reach and it almost felt as if he had dislocated his shoulder in the process but the four time nexus finalist managed to get a hand to the chlorine filled water-gun. Now Despy was aware of the pain he would have to endure by using such a liquid as a lubricant but there was little option available here. It was either he used the resources he had or give up at such an early stage. Desperado knew he would be the number one target but this he hadn’t expected. The bruising around Desperado’s left wrist was deep and crimson, with blood beginning to stain its way around the whole of the wrist. Gritting his teeth closed and closing his eyes, Desperado sprayed the irritable toxic liquid onto his wounded wrist and with it came a scream of a lion, both courageous and frightening as pain sunk through to the pain receptors within. His skin began to erode at the surface with Desperado continuing to apply the irritant whilst attempting to screw his hand out of the coiled steel around it. After a mighty roar, Desperado fell backwards, the handcuff rattling against the cage, Mr. NeXus free once more.
“You was right Hughes, he’s pulled free.”
“That was a painful way to do it though. I don’t think he’ll last with his wrist in such a state.”
“But the rest of his body seems fine. He hasn’t taken any heavy damage. I’d say he’s still pretty much in this.”
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Post by Psychotic Circus on May 18, 2011 20:39:25 GMT -5
Jerry Nate had just gotten his wits about him after the belly to belly suplex from Dreamer. The Nebraskan play boy was in no mood for anyone Else's dreams but his own, he stands erect while Shawn was taunting Carson to join the mixture. Seeing his opportunity, Jerry straddles over to Dreamer's back ready to blow his face away. A boot to the hip bone of the Satisfying One sends Jerry down to the mat like a rag doll in a windstorm. Nebraskan puns aside, Despy had set his sights on former captor in the hopes of keeping his dreams alive. Mr. Nate was on a hand and knee teetering on his side trying to re-balance himself back up to his feet when a roaring shin collided with his rib cage and sent Jerry rolling across the ring. Desperado was not to be messed with, he was a man on a mission and no second rate rookie was going to kill a dream four years in the making. Shawn was toiling over Nick Carson in the corner at the time of Despy's drive by kicking, The lord of kookiness was getting his ass handed to him via Shawn's elbows. Chris Pyro and Scalley were still duking it out across the other side of the cage and the Awesome Aussie was putting it to the little Ninja Boy with some swift round kicks to the knees.
"Desperado escaped from Jerry Nate's underhanded scheme, and is bringing the boot down on the Satisfying One."
"Don't count this rookie out, he was trained by Jaggeroth, so I bet he has a few NOT so satisfying ways to cause pain forming up in his brain."
"That may be, but it looks like he's getting his ass kicked across the ring right now."
Jerry could only think of his mentor's words as he came to a sudden stop onto his stomach."Get up, you pussy!" That was all Jerry needed to hear, he springs back up to his feet with a new found lease on life and waits for the guy with voices in his head to come on the attack. Carson was pushing back the Dreamer from the corner, Jerry sees his opening. Mr. Satisfying starts to undo his Pantera belt buckle and leaves it undone at the waist as Despy comes forward with his forearm extended. Jerry and Despy make a short lived tornado inside the cage as Jerry wraps a hand around Despy's wrist and sends the NeXus veteran flying towards the turnbuckle. Nick Carson was getting agitated with Shawn, The pride of Tallahassee is pushed backwards by the gigantic hands in Carson's belongings. Dreamer is sent back peddling by the force of the Clown's strength, a second later sends the front of Despy's face into the back of Shawn's head with a hallow sounding WONK! Just as Despy hits the ground on his knees and hunkers over to cover up his bleeding nose, Air Nate was taking starting to take off. Jerry had wrapped the leather belt around his hand with the buckle resting across his fist, a mad dash into the air with the help from Desperado's back and he was on a collision course with Carson. Jerry stiffens up in midair, his fist cocked back and his legs apart after clearing over Dreamer , the second he hits the ground the loaded fist fires out of the chamber and nails the giant lunatic in his solar plexus. The added momentum from the running jump along with the metal buckle didn't agree with Nicky's stomach, the laughing stock presses against the ropes and lets out a disgraceful stream of partially digested lunch.
"SHOTGUN-PUNCH!"
"The Clown Prince of wrestling looks like he just took a slug to the chest!"
"I told you guys to keep an eye on this kid, he was cooken'a-up-a-sumthen'-good."
Jerry Nate looked back onto the wreckage of Despy and Shawn he had left behind him with the belt buckle still in hand, he was the good guy in all of this, but he was going to do whatever it took to make his dreams come true, even if that meant taking someones head off. Shawn was just getting up off of the mat while gingerly stroking his head and unaware of the situation. CLUNK! Dreamer's head snaps backwards, his entire body follows suit. One broken ribcage, a bloody nose and a knocked out chump, things were starting to go Jerry's way tonight. His skin still burned from the cartoonish antics of Carson's chlorine filled water gun, but even this couldn't stop the-WHAP! Whoops, spoke too soon. The Satisfying One falls to the ground but at the last minute catches himself on his hands before having his face flop onto the mat. Carson was hunched over the carcass of Mr. Satisfying with a broken kendo stick in hand. The Lord of Lunacy drops the make shift Nate blaster as Despy comes over to examine Jerry's remains. Carson and Desperado share an awkward glance at each other, they hated one another but they found something they hated more, Jerry Nate. The clown prince and the Strife Slayer both unload on Jerry's prone body, sole after sole drives down onto his exposed back. Jerry lets loose with a cry of anguish as his spine is rendered to dust under the heels of the heels.
"That joke sucked."
"After some dazzling ring awareness, Jerry Nate finds himself on the mat again."
"Isn't Pyro and Scally in this match?"
"Who cares?"
TBCB: Whoever. See, at least I tried to stay in the 5k limit.
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Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on May 19, 2011 6:35:42 GMT -5
In the bizarre most teaming of the night, Desperado and Nicholas continues to pelt stomps all around the Nebraskan’s spine, acquiring screams from the victim’s end. Soon Carson gets done with his assault; he backs up giving Desperado a nod, making clear that the Strife Slayer can feast upon their prey alone. With no one to stop him, apparently for now, the Brooklyn Warrior continues to stomp waywardly over the prone Mr. Satisfying, sending shocks of pain all over his system. But the Lord of Lunacy wasn’t being benevolent at all; he simply backed up to pick up the dented trash can and walk up toward the New Yorker with the can held up high. Finally “satisfying” himself from bashing up the Satisfying one, the Imperfect turns around and gets the trash can to be lowered down to his crown, flooring him completely, much thanks to Carson. A sly smile slinks upon the painted face of Nicky as he watches the fallen NY-resident with his eyes glittering in joy, before he receives a blunt force to the back of his skull. It’s the Canadian Ninja who has sent his clasped hands to the back of the skull of the big man – in the form of an axe handle.
“Never trust Carson! Never! That’s the thing I learnt during my days with Carson and the Outcast.”
“And you loved it back then, Ryan! Nope, don’t even bother complain, we all know how you sucked up to that clown face!”
“And I bet the fans need no flashback of the match we had during the reign of the Outcasts!”
Clutching the back of his head, Carson turns around only to get a closed fist to the cheek from the Rogue Ninja, which sends a shot of saliva off his mouth. Chris follows up his offence and continues to jab onto the face of the former EVPW Imperial Champion, using alternate fist each time and drain composure off the psychopath. Once he feels that it’s time, Pyro laces his arm with that of Nicky and musters all his strength to project the clown-faced warrior to the other side, being successful in the end. The Master of Dark-Humour races toward the triad of ropes on the other side, but gets halted in mid-path as the young-gun from the Land Down Under makes a beeline toward the charging monster and takes him down with a stiff forearm to the neck.
Scally, bobbling in newfound momentum, looks over at Pyro before making a dash at him, getting the Rogue Ninja to charge at him too, trashcan in possession. Both the combatants meets in the centre, and it’s AJ who comes up on top again; the Flying Phenomenon had ducked right as he drew close toward Chris, smashing his shoulder blade on to the solar plexus of the Ninja, sending him toward the steel mesh wall. The arms of Pyro goes outstretched as he screams out in pain, as if he had a bullet to go through his spine. Sending his now-adversary against the cage wall, Scally backs up a little before running forward, leaping up in the air as he draws near close to Pyro. Like the bread-on-top pressed against the contents of a sandwich, Scally goes chest first against that of Chris, shoving him onto the wall once again. Both the men fall upon the impact, with Pyro dwelling the most pain as he crosses his arm against his rib cage.
“Such athleticism from the young gun from Australia; Scally has shown the world why he just might be the Nexus winner this year.”
“Aye, that guy was my partner back at EVPW. We held the tag titles back then, and I must say, he’s a good kid.”
“Scally is like the livewire of this match and he really isn’t shy to put his body on the line. That’s basically the spirit you need to have in order to overcome huge matches like Nexus.”
Meanwhile, by the turnbuckles, the Hardcore Prince is seen to be standing supported on the corner, eyeing the scenario around. Once he’s done scoping the entire scenario, he sends his hand to rub against his cracked nose, adding a little burn to his face and remove the mixture of mucus and blood from it. Dreamer then takes a look of his bloodied hand and locks his eyes onto the prone body of Nate, with a well-luminous flame on his eyes. He marches up toward the Nebraskan and flips him over, before mounting himself over his torso. “You think you’re gonna go away with this, huh?!” – Shawn screams at the face of a near-unconscious Nate, before slapping his cheek hard with total aggression. The Floridian Extremist then looks around before his eyes get locked onto something – the same Pantera belt that smashed his nose wrapped around the lifeless fist of Jerry. Gazing onto the belt as if he was possessed, Shawn hurls up to his feet and stomps right onto the Corn-Husker’s wrist, blocking the blood circulation to the hand that bloodied his face. With the hold in place, Shawn yanks the belt by its buckle and gains the possession of it, before walking away from the slow Nebraskan, allowing him to roll away and grab his wrist. But it seems that Shawn was only waiting for it; he turns around on his heels and gets back to Nate fuming like a bull, shooting the leather belt like a whip to the back of the Omaha native. The man from the corn-fields could only squeal like a pig as Dreamer gathered all his rage and continued whipping him, probably causing a few marks under the skin too.
“Oh my; I’m glad I’m on this side of the desk tonight! Those lashing must hurt a ton!”
“Not as much as the ass-kicking I got you back at EVPW!”
“Ryan, will you ever stop being so assholic?!”
"Calm down, guys. I guess the world already got everything they need to know about the rivalry you two had."
But whipping wasn’t really cooling down the inner demon in the tag champion; he walked away from Nate and gave out a loud scream, getting the crowd to hop onto their heels. Shawn then takes a closer look at the guys around – who are pretty much down at the moment, and then starts to look around for something. His eyes soon catch the object he was looking for – the Super Soaker filled with chlorine, and he picks it up, before spraying the content all over the leather belt. He then walked back to Nate and got over his back, saddling over the Nebraskan. He then allows the belt to go around Mr. Satisfying’s neck – like a loop of nylon set to go around his neck. As if he could care less, Shawn slowly starts to constrict the loop, cutting the oxygen supply to Jerry’s brain. Like a fish out of water, Jerry throws his arms around, in search of lifelines as Dreamer continues with his choke, nearly peeling off the soft skin around the neck of his adversary with the chlorine added to the leather.
TBC;
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Post by Nicholas Carson on May 19, 2011 10:47:51 GMT -5
Nicholas lifted up his head into the haze of battle laid out before him, for a second wondering what had happened to Pyro, who just a second ago was all over him like Despy on any e-fed chick. He looked over and saw the goings on with Chris and AJ, and laughed at his remarkable luck. Then, Carson glanced around to see Dreamer choking the ballsy Nebraskan, which prompted Nicky to strike will he can. Snagging up two trash can lids while getting back to his vertical base, the Artist of Atrocities comically marched across the way like the Jack Nicholson version of Joker would've. The crowd chuckled at seeing him doing the goofy marching dance as he drew ever closer to the unaware Legionnaire. The fans waited with baited breath as he pulled his arms far away from each other, the two can lids playing the part of two band drum pans used in a marching band. The patrons roared in collusion when Carson slammed them together with murderous intent, Shawn's head stuck and crushed between them for a moment. The Narcotic Necromancer didn't stop there, oh no, too much fun was to be had. The Crazed Clown repeated the act over and over again, scrambling the Tag Champion's equilibrium while making sweet, sweet musical macabre.
Every bit of Carson's repulsive recital was caught by the ever keen eyes of Desperado, and it was now time to put the Clown down for good. The Revolutionist had grabbed a weapon not seen or used since the glory days of VTS, the vaunted brick wrapped in barbed wire with a long excess thick strand of the barbed wire acting as a whip for it. A slight modification to the original. The 4-time finalist rose to a stand and positioned himself to the side of Carson, making sure to be at his blind spot. A moment later he sent the brick forward with wicked power and torque, snapping with his good wrist at just the right time. The wire clad object buried into the ribs of the man Satan tips his hat to, instantly bowling over the feared monster who now had officially sustained his first significant damage of the bout, hurt ribs. Despy rushed forward to press the advantage, only allowing the Maniac Mauler the chance to curl up in a clutched and wheezed state, before bringing his wrath down upon him relentlessly, leaving no part of Carson's body neglected by the savage weapon of his selection. When the arm of the New Yorker wore tired, he finally stopped his criminal assault, and surveyed the greatest sight he'd ever seen: Nicholas Wayne Carson at his feet, destroyed and now bleeding, motionless and barely a sign of breathing.
"I don't believe it. Has Despy just done it? Has he crossed the line?" "Hell no he hasn't. The only thing he's done is removed Jake Diamond from the category of Greatest Man That Ever Lived. Desperado, you Strife Slaying son-of-a-gun, I salute you. The era of Carson is finally over, and how fitting was it that it was so cruel and violent." "And ironic too, haha. Vlad and Nicky have had epic battles, and to be slayed by one of Strife's weapons a few years later is fucking awesome. Perfect ending."
Scally too was enjoying a spurt of dominance as he stood tall over Pyro and sifted through the endless supply of weapons nearby, almost finding it difficult to pick just one. His expression changed to a vexed one when he spotted a simple box of 100 watt light bulbs, and curiousity got the best of him. After picking them up and trying to decide the most effective way to put them to use, the world's toughest and most bad ass ninja came back with a vengeance. Popping up from behind the Awesome Aussie, the Rouge Ninja moved swiftly on silent cat feet, stealthy as any bonified ninja would be, and leaped up with a ninjitsu forward flip. As he passed over the clueless Scally-Wag he caught hold of his head in a tight grip and planted the young upstart face first on the mat, rather violently. Not a wasted motion came from the trained killing machine after disposing of AJ. Robbing the Aussie of the bulbs, Chris moved quick, fast and in a hurry, like a Splinter Cell to the next objective, which happened to be Jerry Nate. During the past few moments, the Nebraskan had managed to roll himself out from under Dreamer and company, but still wasn't out of the woods by any means.
Pyro moved in for the kill, removing two of the four bulbs in mid-stride and placing one in each hand. Then, when at his target, the Demon Ninja delivered a faster-than-Bruce-Lee Double Palm Strike to the overwhelmed rookie. The bulbs shattered, tiny shards of glass embedding themselves in Nate's left eye and mouth, which instantaneously caused tiny marked gashes and small traces of blood to appear. After discarding the other two bulbs, Pyro spun around and carried on his mission of elimination and soared toward the still Carson pummeling Desperado, easily driving a Single Leg High Knee Strike into the pre-occupied mandible of the Strife Slayer. The Canadian Ninja's campaign skipped not a single beat as he waited for a moment, sized up the beleaguered Dreamer who was stumbling up to his feet holding his head, then slipped in behind him and hoisted the larger man onto his shoulders. The Tag Champion knew Chris's finisher, "Final Dirage" was coming, he was hurt yes but not dead. Proving resilient in his own right, the Hardcore Prince wiggled and fought and even raked the man's eyes to break free, and succeeded. In a sudden reversal of fortune, the Maple Leaf Ninja's consciousness was ripped away from him by the sadistic nature of Shawn's signature finisher, the "Sweet Dreams" Superkick, which was brought against him with utmost viciousness.
"Well, so much for Pyro's Halo style Kill Spree. Just like in the game, those things don't last forever." "What a counter by the Hardcore Prince too, I thought Chris had him. Pyro was on one of the biggest rolls of the night just then." "And now he's probably going to have to have a nurse to roll him around the hospital for the next few days. That Super Kick was insane; you could literally see and feel the desire and the desperation that Shawn has! Only in matches like this will you see such things. But it still wasn't a good as my BFK2TH."
Dreamer looked up and pleaded for the thing to be unlocked, knowing the time was very near. He also saw Spike Steel up there reading a book. The man with balls of steel felt Shawn's gaze and lowered the book long enough to look back at him, then sarcastically smiled and waved before returning to his book.
tbcb ?
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Post by angelicninja on May 19, 2011 21:53:37 GMT -5
Pyro got up and shook his head from the kick. Kiba shows up with Kazoku, passing it through the cage. Still a bit drowzy from the kick, he unsheathes the weapon and turns around. The other combatants step back from the Sword Wielding Fiend. Pyro looks over to the lethal Super Soaker and throws a hidden shuriken at it, releasing the poisonous substance from its container. Pyro spins around, and slices a whole in the side of the cage and walks out.
Matt O: Well, this is a first. No one else has ever walked out of the cage before the first stage of the match was over.
Pyro walks over to the announcers table and grabs a mic.
Pyro: I understand that this is a Deathmatch, but seriously, unbased chlorine poison? That's stupid. Now, for those of you in the cages, and fans in the immediate area. For your own safety, I highly suggest you quickly leave the arena and check in with the hospital as exposure to this gas can be fatal. As for me, I refuse to be a part of your stupidity Carson.
TBC
Notes: Yes, I walked out. When I saw the use of chlorine-based chemical weapon in this match, it killed any sort of reality. Yes, this is a fantasy fed, but with human beings. So using a deadly weapon like that in the match and having the combatants still in realive safety. I mean, seriously if the chlorine can eat through a pair of handcuffs, what do you think it will do to the human body? I'm sorry, but this was beyond stupid.
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Post by Psychotic Circus on May 19, 2011 21:57:00 GMT -5
Jerry Nate and the others inside the cage look on as Pyro breaks out from the fiendish framework and does his little rant over the P.A system. Scally, Carson, Despy, Dreamer and Jerry Nate still stand about inside cage three, observing the now air born gas leak out of the super soaker. The small, yellow haze was rolling across the ring and getting bigger by the second. Jerry Nate knew what he must due at this point, cheese it! Mr. Satisfying sprung up to his feet after having the palms of the Ninja almost everlastingly blistered crossed his chest. He scoops up his belt buckle and beings the rise up to his salvation, much to Carson and Dreamer's displease. The awesome Aussie was taking it to Desperado, who currently was starting to feel pretty stupid for dousing his hand in a corrosive fluid. The thunder from down under goes nun-shit all over Despy's damaged wrist with a kendo stick, clack after clack rains down against the Strife Slayer while he bundles up to shield himself.
Mr. Evo had one last plan of attack to seal the deal, he swings the faux sword from his midsection and mashes it across Despy's hip bone forcing the NeXus veteran to turn around and offer his back as a sacrifice to Scally's pummelings instead. The New Castle dweller cunningly abandons his stick at the sight of Despy's shoulder's, his right hand goes between the Imperfect one's legs but they were going to do a little more than give him a goosing. Desperado is levitated off his feet with his legs apart in the air, a second later and he was upside down and parallel with Scally's body. The next thing Despy knew he was falling down, the yellow gas cloud puffs away from the impact zone as Desperado's head is impelled into the mat.
"Good Night, Despy!"
"We haven't seen much out of this kid tonight here in cage three, but he just may have ended Desperado's dream."
"An Omega Driver is not something you just get up and walk way from. Things look even darker, he may not even make it to the second round let alone the finals this year."
Scally rises up out of the smoke cloud with a cocky smile strewn across his face, he notices Jerry Nate had Carson and Dreamer busy while the Satisfying One tries to escape to round two, the doors were about to open so this may be his one chance. Dreamer was on top of the turn buckle with a hand full of Nate...pants, The Tallahassee Tamale tugs in vein trying to get Jerry's ass down from the ceiling. Mr. Satisfying was filling with anger, he gyrates his head down towards Dreamer's face, his left eye socket was still dripping a considerable amount of blood after pulling out most of the glass. Jerry decides to dish out some biblical payback on Dreamer, with the leather belt back in his possession, Jerry takes it by the buckle, flicks his wrist and beelines the leather at Shawn's face, the second his cowhide touched Shawn's skin Jerry snapped it back. Dreamer bawls out in agony from the Indiana Jones style whipping his face just took and plummets to the ground on his knees. Carson was up next, Jerry tried using the same method to no avail as the clown prince just grabbed the leather belt sending Mr. Satisfying on an eight foot joyride down to the mat while clearing the canvas of more smoke.
Nick was over joyed, he had the rookie down and out for another round of restitution. The Satisfying One is brought back up to his vertical base by the bear like Lunatic, Carson squeals with amusement while he blankets his claws around Jerry's neck. For a few moments Carson's laughter fills Jerry Nate's ears, he was about to learn a terrible lesson. Karma is a bitch, but Jerry Nate wasn't. If you could see through Nick's eyes, you wouldn't be seeing much other than a couple white hot flashes then total darkness. The man with a fist that could skewer the GHW universe pulls the trigger on his mach speed jabs, lefts and rights shoot out of control from Jerry's shoulders before a stiff uppercut plows through Carson's gullet. The Clown Prince falls to a knee while covering up his lumpy face, the rage inside Jerry takes control and Mr. Satisfying was on the move. Nate bounces off the opposing ropes and comes catapulting back towards GHW's dark, comedic relief. Just as Carson looked up to see what all the hub-bub was about, Jerry's fist blasts into his nose for the final earth trembling punch.
"That's the second SHOTGUN PUNCH! Carson has taken tonight! And we're still only in round one!"
"The last couple of minutes belonged to Carson, but I think the era of Satisfying is about to take over."
Scally was coming over to the boiling Omaha resident, he was only going to tell him the doors had opened and this was their chance, he got something else in return. Jerry freaks out, he turns around expecting a sneak attack and unleashes his last minute weapon. The chunky, brown spray storms out among Jerry's lips, Scally rears back as his face is covered in brown and darker brown and falls to the mat with his eyes scalding red. The Satisfying One raises his arm in early victory and lets out a deafening roar, he was starting to love the destruction. Shawn Dreamer was getting to his feet and mad as a whipped bull, but before he could get over to Jerry and smash him over the cranium, both men begin to warble around as the yellow cloud was getting thicker in cage three.
Jerry and Shawn:"BLAAAARGH!"
"What the fuck just happened?"
"They just both fell down, I don't get it."
"Maybe Pyro wasn't talking out of his ass for once?"
TBCB: Whoever.
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Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on May 20, 2011 1:49:27 GMT -5
With the chlorine fumes slowly reaching up the ceiling of the third cage, Spike Steel, who has received a bye and is sitting at the top cage, is seen to be paranoid. He throws his book aside and is seen to march to and fro grabbing onto his dirty tresses, trying to find a way to get out of there. But just then, the light bulb above his head glows up as his brain, which is always up to no good, finds a perfect idea. He starts to rummage down his pant’s pocket and comes up with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, before pulling out a stick from the pack and lighting it up. He takes a quick drag of nicotine and holds the lit drag up at the ceiling, letting the little smoke that protruded from the end to try and touch the ceiling, where the fire sprinkler is situated. Soon the smoke activates the emergency system and the entire arena gets a shower from the top, trying to extinguish the “fire” around. The sprayed water does miracle for the third cage as the chlorine fume reacts with it hastily, slowly disappearing in thin air, breaking the record of speed of Harry Houdini. As the fume slowly goes down, the fans could now get a good look at the men lying dead over the canvas – the cage three is nothing more than a post-nuclear battlefield!
“I bet none of these men have the slightest power in them to wake up from their slumber. The chlorine gas must have subdued but the trauma, the effect will be there forever in those men out there.”
“I feel pity for those men out there, Fuzz. They took in all those shit for nothing… I think Smarky should apprehend the delinquents to the police after this match. You simply can’t let Carson go away like that!”
“Carson? Come on fools, it was Pyro who slashed open the tank! It wasn’t Nicky!”
“Oh well, who brought it up first? Hmm?... BUT HEY, LOOK AT THAT!”
But then, the raised arm of a certain individual turns the entire attention over him. Desperado, who had fell the first into the mist of yellow, is seen to have a gas mask on his face – one that was delivered with the array of weapons. Pulling down the top rope for leverage, the Revolutionist slowly starts to hurl himself up to the vertical base, being a little ginger from all the abuse his body took in. He takes off the mask as he stands on his feet and scans the scenario around, before looking up at the lucky one on top and throwing him a “thumbs-up”. A small round of cheer is heard from the crowd – not because they were happy that the Strife Slayer is up, but ‘cause the match is finally getting a piece of life again. Grabbing the brick wrapped in barbed wire lying by his feet, the Deadly and Dangerous one starts to march up toward the fallen Artist of Atrocities.
“I’m surprised at the wit of Desperado. He managed to put on that gas mask and saved himself while the others fall the victim of the toxic gas.”
“And yet he can’t get over the grudge he has for Carson. Despy, stop being so vengeful! It might cost you the damn match!”
“For the love of all those guys out there, Desp, take that sick bastard out!”
Drawing close to the supine Psycho Clown, Desperado mounts himself over his chest and starts to rub the brick against the crown of Carson, like a makeshift cheese grater over a large lump of cheese. The system of Nicky shows a little sign of life as pain slowly starts to add further trauma to his system, over the abuses of the gas he took in. The soft painted skin of the Narcotic Necromancer slowly starts to peel off like the skin of a potato as the New Yorker continues his crafty work on the fallen behemoth, doing the best he can to inflict pain upon the giant. Meanwhile, right behind them, Shawn Dreamer is seen to flip around and push the ground around him to get up, all set to give the match a rebirth at this point. He somehow gets up to his heels, with a pair of blood-shot eyes, garnering a loud round of applause from the audience. The Floridian Prince then scopes the scenario around and decides to go after the laid out Nate, not barging into the business of the Brooklyn Warrior.
Walking over to the Satisfying Nebraskan, the Jacksonville Jack Knife slowly starts to yank the middleweight up to his heel, by the grip of his hair. Once he’s up, Dreamer shoots his boot to the solar plexus of Nate, getting him to throw out all that he gained during the slumber. With his now-adversary bent over, Shawn pulls the head of Jerry between his legs and pulls him up on his shoulder, setting his legs apart and balanced on his shoulder. The Hardcore Prince, rallied by cheers of all sorts, turns around and slams the Corn Husking Slowpoke down onto the object that allows him to perform the shotgun punches, the steel buckle which has its pin erect. The Nebraskan tries his best to defy gravity, but eventually fails as he crashes over the buckle with a thud, arching up right after as the pin shows its power, regardless its size.
“Ouch, that must have hurt! I’m glad how it didn’t puncture the kidney of Nate; we could have lost a Nexus winner right there!”
“Never had a board pin stuck up your ass, Ryan? Stop complaining; at least we got a show in front of our eyes now!”
“But still guys, I’m surprised how these men are doing this. They should have been stretchered out of here right away!”
TBC;
((Meh, best I could do to bring back action to this cage.))
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Post by B&lly on May 20, 2011 8:24:56 GMT -5
After The Nebraskan has buckled from the pin, the Floridian looks around and his eye catches AJ Scally. The Aussie has one hand over eyes, still stinging from the deadly toxin of Nate’s brown mist, the Chlorine gas and his own blood streaming down his face. Along with this, the Novocastrian is frantically moving his left hand, like a fallen blind man looking for his cane. Dreamer smirks and begins a slow stroll, like a lion stalking its helpless prey. However, the New People’s Champion’s left hand brushes over a cane of sorts, a Singapore Cane. His left hand grips the cane, using this and his right hand AJ is able to push back up to a vertical base.
Fuzz: AJ is back to his feet and has a kendo stick in his hand
Hughes: Yes, but I sincerely doubt for much longer.
Matt: Sure he has a kendo stick, but not only does he have his back to Dreamer, he is blind as bat.
As AJ stands up as well as he can, the Jacksonville Jack Knife is nearly ready to pounce, however a loud voice is heard. “Turn around!!” The Novocastrian perhaps just on instinct upon hearing his saviour’s voice turns 180 degrees and swings the stick like he is trying to hit a six. Dreamer has no chance to think or act and his abdominal region is met with a hard thwack of the kendo stick. The pain is too much and causes the EVPW aligned superstar to bend over. There is a moment of silence before the same voice yells out “SWING DOWN!!” The Novocastrian again listens to voice and swings the kendo across the back of Dreamer, causing not only abrasions to start to form on his back, but also causing the Floridian to crumple to the mat.
Matt: Who the hell is saying those things?
Hughes: I have no idea Matt, but he has definitely helped Scally out there.
Fuzz: I think it might be a front row fan.
While AJ has a quick moment he yells out “I don’t know who said those things but thank you!” The fan that was AJ’s saviour in that period smiles and sticks his hand up, the fans around this vicinity start a chant unheard before. “Thank you that guy!!” Some also point to him before clapping in tune. The chant comes to a screeching halt as Desperado has stopped grating the Psychotic Clown’s back due to the commotion that transpired just a few moments ago. The Nexus veteran notices AJ staggering slightly wiping his eyes with his free hand trying to improve his vision. Coming in on the side of the Aussie, the Strife Slayer moves slightly quicker than the Floridian did. but not at full speed to the abuse already taken in the match. As the Nexus ‘Choker’ reaches his former ICW alumni the same voice from earlier screams out “Swing Left!!” The former EVPW Tag Champ does just that, swings the kendo stick even harder than before towards his left. This time AJ connects with the head of his opponent, the velocity and ferocity combined with the shock of the swing cause Desperado’s head to whip back, causing severe whiplash. The Brooklyn Native falls onto the canvas back first causing a major thud.
Fuzz: AJ is gaining momentum now
Hughes: ‘That guy’ sure is a nuisance.
Matt: I see him more as Scally’s eyes for the moment.
By this stage Nate and Carson have slowly risen to their feet and noticed what has occurred they both nod at each other and separate to either side of the cage. Both the ‘Corn Husker’ and Psychotic Clown are on either side of the Novocastrian who still can’t see very well at all. Upon reaching a certain point, the two men stop, they again nod and begin to charge at Scally. ‘That Guy’ notices this and starts to think before blurting out “DUCK!” The New People’s Champ does that and crouches down like a frog on a leaf. The lateness of the duck does not allow either charging ‘bull’ to stop on their own accord. However, the nature of physics does that for them as both of their heads crack together and they fall on heap either side of the crouching AJ. The man from the Land Down Under stand up to rapturous applause.
Hughes: I can’t believe this; this fan is some damn luck for my former partner.
Fuzz: AJ is damn sure thanking his lucky stars for the fan.
Matt: I suppose being a fan favourite has paid dividends here for the Aussie.
The Floridian is up to his feet now and has a moment of “Fuck this!” He walks as fast as he can over to a black steel chair and grasps a leg with each hand and picks it up. The Jacksonville Jack Knife continues his quick walk over to the ‘blind’ man. “This is ridiculous!!” The Floridian exclaims before swinging the chair like the kendo stick shot he received, the metal on skull causes a loud thwack noise and AJ, oblivious to fact Shawn was even there let a lone a steel chair was coming to cave his skull in, collapses to the floor in a heap amongst Nate and Carson. Dreamer looks at the chair, which now has dark splatter on it caused by AJ’s blood, and shakes his head in disbelief at the kendo stick shots dished out with help from a fan in attendance.
Hughes: Thank god Dreamer ended the fiasco.
Fuzz: I was starting to enjoy.
Matt: Forget that, the chair shot was brutal; AJ has to be knocked out.
TBC By Whoever
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Post by Nicholas Carson on May 21, 2011 10:32:55 GMT -5
Reserved.
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Post by Psychotic Circus on May 21, 2011 14:59:45 GMT -5
O no, Despy. After you.
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Post by Nicholas Carson on May 21, 2011 15:47:01 GMT -5
The over-selling and over-exaggeration of the small chlorine filled super soaker was finally over, thankfully. Dreamer stood among men a king, his scepter a chair, and did an about-face, adjusting his destructive plans. Desperado was the unfortunate one to fall within the Floridian's cross hairs. Exploding toward the neXus Choker, Dreamer cocked back with the black metallic tool of damage and let her rip, slamming it square into the Strife Slayer's back. A gut wrenching wail escaped Despy's lips as the gun-shot sound of impact made a loud report for all to hear. The Brooklyn native spasmed some, then simply froze up in a locked-body position as his natural alarms coped with the added trauma. The trophy hungry Dreamer raised up the dented and unserviceable chair for an encore, indicating he was not done by a long shot, but as he was to bring it down he was blind sided by the ever opportunistic and punch drunk Jerry Nate. The desperate Drop Kick was enough to down the Hardcore Prince, but the Nebraskan knew the double tough Floridian wouldn't stay down for long. Jerry monitored the Tag Champion and followed or more less stalked him as he instinctively rolled away. As he followed his addled victim he reached down and took control of the very chair that Dreamer had used, and with rekindled vigor gave the Jacksonville dweller a few doses of his own medicine.
Nate's head remained on a swivel as he continued his bombardment, and it was that type of required vigilance that alerted him to that damned Desperado wallowing around nearby, body trembling as his mind forced his body to try to get vertical. Deciding to finally put forth some kind of strategic offense in the midst of such mindless warfare, the Corn Husker jabbed the steel chair into Despy's ribs a few times, driving out some of the air the Revolutionist had recovered. From there, the man with two first names dropped the chair at his feet and grabbed the New Yorker's arm, placing his uninjured wrist into a painful Ju-Jitsu style Wrist Lock variation. With a sudden downward drop and sickening snap style DDT execution, the Nebraskan jarred his opponent's wrist badly on the chair, ushering in a whiole new realm of agony for the neXus veteran.
"Nate is ruling the roost in there. What did I tell you about this kid?" "You called it. Well, we both did. He's finally figured out that you don't always need brawn or mindless drone fighting; all you need is brains and a decent gameplan." "He's basically starting to dissect Desperado. The neXus veteran now has two hurt wrists, and you gotta wonder if that'll hinder any DKO attempts?"
Hung up in his brief moment of glory and honor for a little too long, Mr. Satisfying was unaware of the copiously bleeding monolith rising up behind him. The Narcotic Necromancer stumbled around like a lapper legged drunk before picking up the nearest thing he could find, one of the trash cans. Carson held the item by the opening and the bottom, then lifted it high over his head. He saw three Jerry Nate's in front of him, obvious effects of the severe punishment that had been administered to him, so he took the advice once given to Rocky Balboa by Pauly, hit the one in the middle. Nicky did so, and hit him hard across the back, sending the spry youngster lurching forward against the ropes. After his prey stumbled backward defenselessly, the Lord of Lunacy turned the can upside down and placed it over the rookie's head and upper body, then reached around from behind and locked his thick digits together around his waist. With freakish strength he abruptly lugged Nate upward and fell backward, casting him far off, can and all. What befell the tough young kid was a awkward landing that mangled him grievously, and sent a chill up the spines of the ones who paid a good price to see men and women shorten their careers and lives.
All the while Nate's plight was being played out, AJ's seeing-eye-fan had been shouting more and more to Scally, at last finally directing him to his feet again, even though the heavily damaged Aussie could barely support himself. AJ complied with the man's directives as he did before, trying to find the Maniac Mauler who was sluggishly getting to his feet after delivering the devastating trash can German Suplex. As Carson came up he produced a goody bag he'd paid a stage hand to slip into one of the Cage 3 cans. It was a black bag stuffed to the fill with protruding things the viewer couldn't;t make out. He untied the top and turned the bag upside down, letting the contents spill out in a giant pile. The rows upon rows of awed spectators let out deathly gasps at the site of so many hypodermic needles. Every kind imaginable. Short Bevels, standard bevels, true short bevels, contaminated ones, clean ones and all the like. The Mauler stood and reveled in the line he was about to cross. Hell's Jester used his boot to briefly sift the sick mound of death around so that it would get maximum effect.
"Oh my shitting God!" "Is this some kinda surprise to you, Fuzz? And people wonder why we fired this guy in EVPW." "He's done worse. Look on the good side, least he's not trying to sodomize anybody." "YET!"
All that was left for Nicky Boy to do was pick the unlucky bastard that would be plunged into the spikey abyss. However, he'd been trapped in his own warped thoughts too long and hadn't picked up on the verbal commands that guided Scally's new best friend, the Kendo Stick, into his dome piece. The shot sounded off loud and clear and split the wood a bit, but the monster refused to fall. Repeatedly they came, shot after shot, rocking the giant but still not doing enough to topple the beast. AJ's helper in the stands reached a higher voice modulation, which sparked even harder shots and more applause. "Yeah! Again, left, ri-ahhh!" Scally's spectator fell silent and concussed by staunch EVPW ally NVX, who had slipped over the rail and drilled him upside the head with the exterior of Nicholas's famous nail gun. Before anyone could muster words of disapproval, the fast footed Asian tossed the nail gun through the hole carved by Pyro earlier, right at the Clown's feet. Shawn made it up just in time to see it and also witnessed NVX being tackled by GHW security and pulled away, but not before he pounded his chest and screamed "EVPW!" to Carson and Dreamer. Such pride was all it took for Shawn to help his EVPW brother, and did so by sniping AJ with his Super Kick. And there they stood groggily, two EVPW strongmen staring then nodding at the other. But before the teaming could stew, Nicky Boy was spun and thrown into his own twisted creation, selling one of the best and fastest DKOs in recent memory. It also left the nail gun up for grabs.
tbc
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