Post by Desperado on May 21, 2011 18:42:40 GMT -5
“I can’t believe that EVPW scum decided to show up and ruin this match-up.”
“After his match with Jake, I’m surprised he even managed to turn up again tonight.”
Desperado stood over the fallen clown, his eyes claiming glory despite the pain written all over his face. The hands of the Yankee were shaking from the monstrosity they had been through during the last 15 minutes or so. A mere 15 minutes in this hell-hole was worth more pain that a whole life-time. Shawn was pumped up following the super kick to AJ and with Carson out of the frame, all the EVPW loyal was looking for was to put an end to the final other man that stood there before him.
Desperado had other things brewing in that mind of his; despite the fact he was half out of his mind. Just as Shawn was looking to throw the first strike, Desperado’s hand shot up in front of him, signalling a truce. Shawn froze a moment, confused by Desperado’s gesture and although everything in his body told him to go through with the punch, something stopped him from doing so. Desperado’s eyes rolled up, pointing toward the top of the cage where the ceiling was now open to escape. Looking all around him, Shawn realised the potential of the situation. All other men had fallen victim to one another and only the two of them remained. A smile crept up on the face of the neXus veteran as he backed away from Shawn and made a run for one side of the cage, almost cobbling on his way there. Upon realising the promise of the situation, Shawn did like-wise, running instead to the adjacent cell wall to Despy, just so he could keep an eye on his co-escapee.
“This is it. We’ve come down to the final two in Cage 3. The two men that will be going through to the second phase of neXus are Dreamer and Desp...”
“Hold your horse there fellah, this is far from over. Not when you’ve got crazy fuckers like Nate and Carson in that ring.”
“Nate can sense danger from a mile away. He’s already up on his feet, despite the can still being around his head.”
Jerry Nate of Nebraska stumbled to his feet, forcing his hands up in order to remove the steel tomb Carson had cocooned him within. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light that penetrated his eyes, following the time spent within his dark fortress, but upon opening Nate was given a strong shock to see both Desperado and Shawn half way through their destined climb. There was a split second when his mind processed the information and made a judgement to which man he should pursue. On the one hand you had the hard target in Desperado but taking him out meant a better chance in round two whereas on the other hand, there was Dreamer, who was less experienced in such a situation. Within that moment of confusion, the corn-hub king had already started dashing across the ring, subconsciously picking Shawn as his chosen target.
Desperado looked over his shoulder and couldn’t help but feel pleased. The sketch in his mind had gone according to plan. Having set-up two targets, Despy knew there was a higher chance of him making a breakthrough than if he had taken Shawn out before making the escape. Shawn threw a boot into the face of Nate as he chased his tail, desperate to catch up to the Floridian with his foe just as desperate to escape. Desperado didn’t bother with any of that, no matter how intriguing it was to watch the struggle between the two. His eyes were set upon the goal ahead. Little did he know, his lacklustre DKO had not worked to its full effect. Perhaps it was the wreckage of his wrists or the lack of energy; either way, Carson had escaped its clutches and was back on his feet. His eyes darted straight toward his former ally. Carson knew what this man was capable off and had been wary of the threat he possessed before the match had even begun. Racing across the ring, Carson threw his body into the chain-linked wall, using the ropes to propel him as high as possible. Desperado had almost reached the top but the grasp at his ankle stopped him from leaving the cell. The prison break Desperado planned out had been interrupted. Perhaps even suppressed for good for the opportunity he had been waiting for was now gone. Being fully aware of Carson’s strength, continuing to resist was futile. However, Carson wasn’t planning on pulling him down Desperado soon realised as the Psychotic Jester’s filthy hands began to grope all over his body. The ever so clever Nicky Boy was planning to use Desperado as a means to climb over the veteran and make an escape. This was unexpected and Desperado began to panic. His attempts to throw off the large Clown were getting nowhere with Nicky pressing on progressively. Meanwhile Jerry had prised away the Hardcore Prince off the cage wall with a german suplex, causing both men to land forcefully on to the mat below.
“Jerry’s put a stop to Shawn’s escape. I can’t believe Shawn’s not going through. That crazy clown is going to be the one going through.”
“And again you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Despy’s a stubborn bastard. Do you think he’ll let Carson get by so easily?”
“And it’s not just Despy; Scally seems to be stirring as well. This is far from over yet.”
And just as Matt had implied, the highflying kangaroo had recovered to a stance and was groggily dancing around the ring before his eyes met with huge figure of Carson looming over him, climbing over Desperado with his hand reaching to the top. AJ didn’t have time to seek out his ever trustworthy kendo stick. Running up the cage like a savage beast, Scally was onto Carson before EVPW’s clown could lift himself up and over but then again, it might have had something to do with Desperado clutching onto the legs of St. Nick. With the three men piled up on the cage, it was just a matter of time before the first escapee was announced. That was up until Jerry Nate joined the cause. With the risk of both Scally and Nicholas escaping in this process, Jerry couldn’t risk holding back. His fist plumaged into the kidney’s of Scally who kept his left hand gripped tightly within the chained fence, despite the pain. His right hand was woven within the locks of the Narcotic Necromancer, trying to wrench him away from the escape hatch via a hair-pull. Desperado continued to have his head pressed firmly against the cell-wall, the chain-linkage incising its way into his flesh. His hands however, remained glued onto Carson’s feet. Nobody was really getting anywhere, but they all held on with hope, making sure the rest didn’t make it through. It wasn’t until Shawn finally found life again that the silly games ended as grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, which just so happened to be the kendo stick Scally had grown so fond off. Each man got to taste the stick with the first strike aimed at Jerry’s spine as pay-back, followed by consecutive shots to Scally’s and Despy’s legs with the final strike left for in between Carson’s groins. All four men released their grip on the cage and fell to the mat one after the other. Shawn didn’t even bother to see the extent of the damage. Opting instead for what he had initially started; scaling up the cell for the escape.
“I was right. Shawn is going through.”
“I think you might be right this time pal but knowing these tough bastards, one of them is bound to follow him up, whether to stop him or to join him.”
“After his match with Jake, I’m surprised he even managed to turn up again tonight.”
Desperado stood over the fallen clown, his eyes claiming glory despite the pain written all over his face. The hands of the Yankee were shaking from the monstrosity they had been through during the last 15 minutes or so. A mere 15 minutes in this hell-hole was worth more pain that a whole life-time. Shawn was pumped up following the super kick to AJ and with Carson out of the frame, all the EVPW loyal was looking for was to put an end to the final other man that stood there before him.
Desperado had other things brewing in that mind of his; despite the fact he was half out of his mind. Just as Shawn was looking to throw the first strike, Desperado’s hand shot up in front of him, signalling a truce. Shawn froze a moment, confused by Desperado’s gesture and although everything in his body told him to go through with the punch, something stopped him from doing so. Desperado’s eyes rolled up, pointing toward the top of the cage where the ceiling was now open to escape. Looking all around him, Shawn realised the potential of the situation. All other men had fallen victim to one another and only the two of them remained. A smile crept up on the face of the neXus veteran as he backed away from Shawn and made a run for one side of the cage, almost cobbling on his way there. Upon realising the promise of the situation, Shawn did like-wise, running instead to the adjacent cell wall to Despy, just so he could keep an eye on his co-escapee.
“This is it. We’ve come down to the final two in Cage 3. The two men that will be going through to the second phase of neXus are Dreamer and Desp...”
“Hold your horse there fellah, this is far from over. Not when you’ve got crazy fuckers like Nate and Carson in that ring.”
“Nate can sense danger from a mile away. He’s already up on his feet, despite the can still being around his head.”
Jerry Nate of Nebraska stumbled to his feet, forcing his hands up in order to remove the steel tomb Carson had cocooned him within. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light that penetrated his eyes, following the time spent within his dark fortress, but upon opening Nate was given a strong shock to see both Desperado and Shawn half way through their destined climb. There was a split second when his mind processed the information and made a judgement to which man he should pursue. On the one hand you had the hard target in Desperado but taking him out meant a better chance in round two whereas on the other hand, there was Dreamer, who was less experienced in such a situation. Within that moment of confusion, the corn-hub king had already started dashing across the ring, subconsciously picking Shawn as his chosen target.
Desperado looked over his shoulder and couldn’t help but feel pleased. The sketch in his mind had gone according to plan. Having set-up two targets, Despy knew there was a higher chance of him making a breakthrough than if he had taken Shawn out before making the escape. Shawn threw a boot into the face of Nate as he chased his tail, desperate to catch up to the Floridian with his foe just as desperate to escape. Desperado didn’t bother with any of that, no matter how intriguing it was to watch the struggle between the two. His eyes were set upon the goal ahead. Little did he know, his lacklustre DKO had not worked to its full effect. Perhaps it was the wreckage of his wrists or the lack of energy; either way, Carson had escaped its clutches and was back on his feet. His eyes darted straight toward his former ally. Carson knew what this man was capable off and had been wary of the threat he possessed before the match had even begun. Racing across the ring, Carson threw his body into the chain-linked wall, using the ropes to propel him as high as possible. Desperado had almost reached the top but the grasp at his ankle stopped him from leaving the cell. The prison break Desperado planned out had been interrupted. Perhaps even suppressed for good for the opportunity he had been waiting for was now gone. Being fully aware of Carson’s strength, continuing to resist was futile. However, Carson wasn’t planning on pulling him down Desperado soon realised as the Psychotic Jester’s filthy hands began to grope all over his body. The ever so clever Nicky Boy was planning to use Desperado as a means to climb over the veteran and make an escape. This was unexpected and Desperado began to panic. His attempts to throw off the large Clown were getting nowhere with Nicky pressing on progressively. Meanwhile Jerry had prised away the Hardcore Prince off the cage wall with a german suplex, causing both men to land forcefully on to the mat below.
“Jerry’s put a stop to Shawn’s escape. I can’t believe Shawn’s not going through. That crazy clown is going to be the one going through.”
“And again you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Despy’s a stubborn bastard. Do you think he’ll let Carson get by so easily?”
“And it’s not just Despy; Scally seems to be stirring as well. This is far from over yet.”
And just as Matt had implied, the highflying kangaroo had recovered to a stance and was groggily dancing around the ring before his eyes met with huge figure of Carson looming over him, climbing over Desperado with his hand reaching to the top. AJ didn’t have time to seek out his ever trustworthy kendo stick. Running up the cage like a savage beast, Scally was onto Carson before EVPW’s clown could lift himself up and over but then again, it might have had something to do with Desperado clutching onto the legs of St. Nick. With the three men piled up on the cage, it was just a matter of time before the first escapee was announced. That was up until Jerry Nate joined the cause. With the risk of both Scally and Nicholas escaping in this process, Jerry couldn’t risk holding back. His fist plumaged into the kidney’s of Scally who kept his left hand gripped tightly within the chained fence, despite the pain. His right hand was woven within the locks of the Narcotic Necromancer, trying to wrench him away from the escape hatch via a hair-pull. Desperado continued to have his head pressed firmly against the cell-wall, the chain-linkage incising its way into his flesh. His hands however, remained glued onto Carson’s feet. Nobody was really getting anywhere, but they all held on with hope, making sure the rest didn’t make it through. It wasn’t until Shawn finally found life again that the silly games ended as grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, which just so happened to be the kendo stick Scally had grown so fond off. Each man got to taste the stick with the first strike aimed at Jerry’s spine as pay-back, followed by consecutive shots to Scally’s and Despy’s legs with the final strike left for in between Carson’s groins. All four men released their grip on the cage and fell to the mat one after the other. Shawn didn’t even bother to see the extent of the damage. Opting instead for what he had initially started; scaling up the cell for the escape.
“I was right. Shawn is going through.”
“I think you might be right this time pal but knowing these tough bastards, one of them is bound to follow him up, whether to stop him or to join him.”