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Post by Ryan Hughes on May 14, 2011 16:22:15 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. Your attention is taken by the referee, who ushers Spike Steel out through the cage's door, allowing him on to the stage 2 zone between the four cages. Granted, this sight disgruntles you, but hey, Spike earned it. Nonetheless, your focus returns to the other warriors in your cage as you prepare for the biggest fight of your career.
'ding, ding, ding!'
Cage 4 Spike Steel (ALREADY THROUGH) Dustin Delta Mighty Man Millson II Amanda Brooks Solstice Shane Roberts
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Post by Dustin Delta on May 17, 2011 17:41:50 GMT -5
The cages are sealed, the walls of chain link embroidered with the infamous and treacherous thorned and barbed wires. Five superstars stand isolated in the confines of the fourth NeXuS cage, while their sixth, Spike “Balls of” Steel, has already advanced to the second round of the deathmatch. Mental preparation and competition has gone on for the past few weeks, and everything came down to this. Eyes shift from one superstar to another, from cage to cage. Twenty four superstars entered four different cages today. Only one would leave standing. And each one of those twenty four wanted to be that one. The bell rang, seemingly echoing as it broke the dead silence of the arena. That dead silence quickly transitioned to insanity. Carnage. Senselessness. Every superstar charged forward, battle starting at the sound. The audience roared to life, cheering on their favorite competitors and shaming the ones they despise.
In the steel confines of Cage Four, Solstice is the first out of his corner. He blasts forward with a lightning-quick speed, aiming at the former Television Champion, Mighty Man Millson II. Once Triple M realizes that the Swedish Luchadore is coming towards him, he moves forward with a dash. Solstice jumps up with legs bent at the knees, and extends them whilst airborne. Millson acts quickly and slides down, under Solstice’s suspended body. The Swedish superstar falls down to the canvas, missing his moving target. Millson stands up with a smile, and turns his attention to Dustin Delta. Double D picks up the trash can that stands between them and dumps the weapons out. The Everglades Exemplar keeps the can is his hands, and the English Superstar clenches his fist. Delta looks down at the trash can, and makes a decision. He turns and tosses it at the Japanese fighter, Shane Roberts, and it knocks him back into the thorn-embroidered pane of chain link. Dustin and Millson lunge at each other and enter the classic collar-and-elbow tie up, struggling to overpower one another. Mighty Man utilizes his incomparable strength and overpowers the minuscule high-flyer. Triple M brings one of the Human Fighter Jet’s arms behind his neck and lifts him up into a vertical suplex hold. Solstice kips up and nods at the already-bloody diva, Amanda Brooks. The two charge at Millson, delivering dual elbows to his gut. Now unsteady in the English competitor’s grip, Delta falls forward and returns to his feet in a doubled over position, holding onto Triple M, who is also doubled over. The Floridian Falcon swings with a swinging neckbreaker, bringing Millson down to the canvas with authority. “Not only was that good for Dustin and Solstice, but it was smart of Amanda Brooks. She already fought Wolverina earlier tonight for the Queen of the Deathmatch Championship, she isn’t 100% for this match right now, so she teamed up so she wouldn’t have to put too much effort into this! Very good, Amanda! Keep it up!”“Ryan, Matt, you’re both former winners of the infamous NeXuS Deathmatch. You’re veterans, and you have battlescars to prove it. So when you go into a match-up like this, what runs through your head? What kind of mindset do you need?”“You need to be all about yourself the instant you get locked up in one of those cages. You can’t be concerned about your friends or your enemies. You need to say to yourself, it’s all about me, myself, and I. The moment you start to care about anybody else is the moment you lose the NeXuS Deathmatch.”“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”Solstice and Delta back Millson into the south-west corner of the sacred squared circle. Solstice delivers a back chop, and Double D swiftly drives his knee into the stomach of Triple M. Then the Swedish luchadore connects with another chop, and Delta another kick. Finally, they decide to deliver the end of the combination. Solstice squats, opposite of the English competitor, and Dustin gets behind him. He runs and jumps up, and decides to stab the Swedish superstar in the back. He plants both his feet into the shoulders of Solstice with a harsh and pain-inducing stomp, but he also jumps off of the lucha libre fighter and flies shoulder-first into the chest of Mighty Man Millson, drawing in a huge applause of respect from the audience of the GHW faithful. The Everglades Exemplar rolls back onto one knee, attempting to take a breather. He doesn’t expect Shane Richards, who comes from behind with a stiff kick to the back. Dustin arches his back, the pain unbearable. Shane runs the ropes before him, and slides frontwards with an elbow strike to the chest, knocking the Blitz into a supine position. The Japanese native mounts himself over the fallen falcon and begins to throw a barrage of relentless closed fists, bruising and battering the head of the Innovative Incarnate. “Shane Roberts is showing no mercy, battering away at the former Deathmatch Champion! And I think you would both agree that it’s a great idea to go right after Dustin Delta!”“Dustin Delta isn’t only a former King of the Deathmatch Champion. He’s turned simple hardcore matches into deathmatches in their own right. His Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match with Mighty Man Millson. His Steel Cage match with Reeves. Hell, even his Strap Match with me! He is synonymous with hardcore!”Amanda Brooks jumps into the action, prying Shane Roberts off of the downed body of Double D. Brooks slaps the Nara, Nara native in the face and Irish whips him across, to the east side of the ring. As Shane rebounds, Solstice delivers a hurracanrana to Amanda, sending her crashing down to the canvas. The Swedish Luchadore stands and waits as Roberts runs at him. Solstice plants both his knees on Shane’s chest and rolls back, flipping the Japanese fighter over onto Delta’s torso. Jumping up to a vertical base, the ever-energetic Solstice looks at the scattered bodies. Amanda Brooks. Dustin Delta. Shane Roberts. Then, he grows nervous as a question crosses his mind.
Where is Millson?
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Post by Millson and Simpson on May 19, 2011 7:19:27 GMT -5
Solstice whips his head in a full circle, and recounts, but yet again, the equation is incomplete, with Brooks down after the Hurracanrana and the duo of Delta and Roberts lying supine after their meeting of the torso's. Leaving only one direction plausible, the Swede looks vertically, and as expected, the missing link is in sight, having climbed spider-like up the cage wall, making sure to avoid the pointed barbs aligning each side. Before Solstice can react, the Daddy's Boy leaps back-first off the cage and flips backwards in mid-air, landing mano e mano on the Swedish highflyer with a patented Triple M Moonsault, taking the wind out of both men. With all the men in this fast paced extravaganza taking an involuntary breather, the weight of keeping the fans happy with no breaks in play lie on Amanda Brooks, who is straight up, despite all the damage she took earlier in the night. Seeing all the damage caused, Brooks picks up the nearest weapon, that of a hockey stick, pacing over to Shane Roberts like a cat that's seen a saucer of milk. The crowd go crazy as the Japanese Sensation is beaten with the implement, the British Bombshell taking out all of her inner rage on Roberts, showing the lack of remorse needed to win the Nexus Deathmatch.
On the other side of the squared circle, the Human Fighter Jet regains his breath and pulls himself to a vertical base, but while he sees the act of brutality from Brooks, he watches the action as a fan, letting Brooks take out another possible threat. While the plan sounds good, in reality it causes Delta more harm than good, as he misses the chance to take out the Brit, who turns to Delta with the hockey stick in hand and strides over to the Deathmatch Majesty. Delta raises his hands in protest, but Brooks simply smiles, before thrusting the stick into his midriff, doubling him over for another shot, this time to the back of the cranial lobe, immediately knocking the Floridian Falcon's lights out. Kepping with the trend, the Ultimate Ego is the next man to his knees, rooks giving no quarter as she moves over to her fellow compatriot. However, much to the crowd's chagrin, Brooks passes her weapon over to the Mighty Man, who can't believe his luck. Brooks turns away and stands in the centre of the ring, willing Millson to break his Nexus promise and hit her with the weapon, Triple M lifting the stick in the air, not quite knowing what to do.
Millson has a conundrum. What does he do with that weapon? Hit Brooks or throw it away?
Millson made a promise not to swing a weapon throughout the Nexus, but he has a chance to leave the match in his favour.
Oh, just hit her. What's pride when you can win Nexus? Join the elite, like me. Not Matt, he got lucky.
After a few precious seconds of soul searching, the Daddy's Boy stays true to his word and throws the weapon away, bowing his head in a silent prayer of hope. Hope that this decision won't cost him the Nexus Deathmatch. Brooks turns to face her fellow Brit and smiles, slapping the Daddy's Boy across the face with enough force to immediately redden the cheek of the Whitby Wonder. The crowd let out a gasp, as the Ultimate Ego suddenly realises that he can make up for throwing the weapon away with his own fists. Millson grabs the only female in the cage and throws her into the cage wall, drawing boos from the Boston crowd, the Daddy's Boy ignoring the chorus of jeers and instead glaring down at the pained body of Amanda Brooks. Unseen to all other competitors, Solstice now has the hockey stick, the Suicidal Swede having been passed it inadvertantly as Millson threw it away, the Swede kipping up with incredible intestinal fortitude and stalking the Whitby Wonder, who has his back to Solstice. Millson turns around to focus on the three other competitors in this match, only for the stick to smash into the bridge of his already crooked nose, blood not waiting on an invitation to seep from the nostrils, instead openly flowing, the crowd cheering for the blood's path of destruction.
Taking a parley from the action, Dustin Delta crawls into the middle of the ring as the Suicidal Swede attacks MMM II mercilessly, the Floridian Falcon going for the weapon which has served him so well in the past, the strap. The Human Fighter Jet finds the energy to reach his feet and Delta quickly leaps at the back of the hockey stick wielding Solstice, wrapping the fibrous arms of the strap around the larnyx of the Swede, the surprise making sure that the stick falls out of Solstice's hand. With the crowd cheering now for the Everglades Exemplar, Solstice quickly turning a shade of blue, Delta keeps the strap locked around the throat, aiming to choke out his opponent. With all athletes down or otherwise engaged, Shane Roberts decides not to just watch and wait and instead become active in the match, climbing up to the turnbuckle behind the two warring combatants, waiting for the two to place themselves to Shane's desired position. Once they step close enough to the Nara, Nara Native, Roberts leaps off the top rope with both feet outstretched, kicking Delta square in the spine with both feet, the force pushing both Dustin and the entwined Solstice forwards, where the Swede has the pleasure of face-planting the barbed wire, causing screams like those of a Saw movie. Delta fares slightly better, sent head-first into the cage wall, but narrowly avioding the barbs, the impact still enough to send the Falcon onto the canvas.
Jesus christ! What a move by Roberts, and that will have incapacitated both men.
A Missile Dropkick that Solstice will never forget. Look at his face, it's actually red.
Strangled and pierced at the same time. It's like some crazy S and M game gone wrong. Not that I know about that.
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Post by Solstice on May 20, 2011 14:39:24 GMT -5
Shane avoiding the debris of bodies and archaic weapons pushes off the bloodied canvas and rests on his right knee inhaling all the vital oxygen he can in the momentarily pause for glory. Surveying the carnage the Japanese sensation almost lets a sly smile betray his usual serious persona. With three of the five superstars laying or sitting beside the ropes, Roberts to his humiliation realizes the British Bombshell is not to be seen. Cursing his lack in attentiveness he turns just in time to see a sneaky Amanda drop the emptied steel rubbish bin over his head. Hastily following up, the Manchester Mauler grabs whatever is convenient, which happens to be a curtain rod and slams it with as much force as her petite frame can muster. Shanes ears instantaneously begin to ring like a school bell as the impact of the fiendish move lands directly to his shoulder blades sending him crashing to the mat, his face taking a nasty bump on the dented can silencing a howl of anguish. The Floridian Falcon having shaken the cob webs of fatigue gets back to his feet just in time to behold the Nara, Nara native drop like a sack of potatoes to the run down mat. Glancing over at Brooks who is still wielding the unusual choice of weapon, she shrugs her shoulders and suggests a look as if to say; " A girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do. " Almost laughing at the gesture, Dustin quickly glances behind him, not immediately spotting anything he casually walks towards the Goth Brit. Leaning on the cage, careful not to accidentally rip his palm on any of the razor sharp barbs, Mighty English Man gazes on as his nose stops bleeding. Amanda and Dustin soon face off, the Everglades Exemplar kneels to take possession of a broom stick. To the amusement of the spectator, both Glory and Honor superstars commence to spar comically. Luckily for Dustin, Brooks raps his knuckles with the light-weight steel bar causing him to drop the wooden handle and step aside while shaking his hand. Unluckily for Amanda who has become the lone bull's-eye of Millson who is running full steam towards her and rams his shoulder to the females midsection ramming her spine first to the turnbuckle before Brooks drops in a shriek of extensive pain. Daddy's Boy inhaling a breath of fresh air turns and steps over the femme fatale returning his attention to the center of the cage. " Impressive spear from the Triple M superstar. " " That massive two hundred and thirty five pound frame almost broke her in half. "" I would be surprised if Amanda can recover from such an impact. Having fought in one brutal match tonight already, now in one of the most brutal creations of this great company. "[/center][/i][/color] Meanwhile, on the other side of the unforgiving steel creation, Solstice and Shane face off in a David and Goliath battle. At first the strength of the Japanese Sensation seems to over whelm the smaller Swede, but quick thinking saves him from a vicious right upper cut, the agility of the masked cruiser-weight enables him to roll out of harms way. As Seth is rolling, he reaches his arm out and grasps at whatever is laying nearby. Jumping back to his feet, Tyson looks at the small weapon amused, which ends up being a toilet plunger. Not exactly knowing how to use the unusual object, Solstice hurls it at Shane to distract him. Using the bought opportunity, Seth dashes towards the Nara, Nara dweller, twists as he jumps and kicks the side of Roberts head with the top side of his boot. Trying to roll with the momentum, Tyson launches another boot to the staggering heavy-weight. Out of instinct more than anything, Shane drives his own boot to the stomach of the Swede. Leaning over Tyson who is doubled over, Roberts wraps his arms around the waist. Easily lifting the cruiser-weight up, the Japanese Sensation shows off his strength incurring boos as well as jeers from the audience. Jumping forward with a final oomph, Roberts slams Seth down with everything he has left. The small frame of Solstice comes crashing down directly on top of the trash can squashing it flat causing a tremendous pop from the patrons of Glory and Honor. " Beautiful ! ... A picture perfect Sit-down Gut-wrench Power bomb. "
" Yeah ... Don't forget the power involved."
" Listen to all these fans. they are lapping up this action. "
Tbc ppl involved.
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Post by Dustin Delta on May 20, 2011 21:42:28 GMT -5
The Asian Assassin rises back to his feet, glaring down at the fallen Swede, his eyes focused. He does not realize how foolish it is to focus on a fallen man in a match like NeXuS until the Mighty Brit taps his shoulder. Surprised and under the misconception that he was the only man standing, Roberts turns around, right into a Lou Thesz Press by Millson. The entire ring quakes as the two GHW superstars hit the canvas, the English Conscript pulverizing the Japanese Sensation with a ceaseless barrage of knuckles, directly to the profile of his opposition. Showing a bit of humanity and mercy, Millson brings a conclusion to the series of punches when he sees that Shane has had enough, and instead drags the Impetuous Islander to the north-west corner of the ring, and ascends to the top rope. With a loathsome smirk upon his face, Triple M springs off of the turnbuckle, planting himself on Roberts with an authoritative and malicious splash, the impact of which echoes throughout the world-famous GHW Arena. The lively Boston crowd responds with a disturbed and bothered “Ohhhhhhh!” upon Millson’s unrealistically loud collision. Contrary to the reaction of the Glory and Honor’s Faithful, the British Battalion simply laughs as he finds his way back to a vertical base. The cameras zoom out from the carnage that ensues within the inhumane mews, the arena lights dimming for but a second, then returning to normal. Charlie Coor’s unmistakable voice booms over the sound system.
“Attention NeXus competitors! The cage roofs will be lifted from their place momentarily!”
In that moment, a spark of continuance is sent through each participant in the cruel and merciless match. It’s now or never; this is the final countdown, so to speak. Life is brought back into the motionless bodies of downed superstars—Brian Wyziner of Cage One and Daniel Spears of Cage Two, who were relentlessly brutalized, seem to feel it. AJ Scally of Cage Three’s eyes widen as he wants to rise to the apex of the industry and it settles in that his time is now. And within the action-packed Cage Four, a fire seems to be lit inside the fallen body of the Floridian Falcon. Out of Millson’s peripheral vision, the small-framed superstar pulls himself up on all fours, and crawls to the nearest arbalest, which, in his case, is a wooden kendo stick. Delta silently, almost as if he were a ninja on the move, jabs the stick in between the links of the cage’s steel wall. He pulls himself up, and an ear-to-ear smile crosses his expression as a light bulb turns on in his forever-working mind. The Everglades Exemplar leaves the kendo weapon in between the chain-link as it bursts straight out above the third rope, roughly seven or eight feet off of the canvas.
“After getting to know this young man and my friend, Dustin Delta, on GHW EVO, that expression on his face right now has become extremely familiar. That’s is the expression of a dark, nefarious idea. A malicious one, as well. And I don’t know what that idea is, but it’s going to be unbelievable.”
“Dustin Delta has been here for not even a year, but if there is one thing he’s shown the fans, it’s that he is masterful in hardcore deathmatches. He’s innovative, I’ll give him that.”
Dustin turns to his adversary and makes a dash towards him. Jumping and swinging his legs so that they’re level with Millson’s back, he extends and dropkicks the Mighty Brit. Surprised, Triple M turns around as he falls, watching as Double D comes crashing down on the mat. Using the energy he has, Delta kips up onto his feet, standing upright. Stepping forward, the Human Fighter Jet drops to one knee above the fallen English Constrict. Dustin grabs the arm of Mighty Man Millson, locking it in an armbar-type hold before driving a series of elbows into the shoulder of the former Television Champion. Once that onslaught of elbows is done, the Everglades Exemplar pulls Millson up to his feet and Irish whips him across the ring, to the ropes under the kendo stick he had jabbed into the cage’s wall prior. Thinking ahead, Millson grabs the ropes, preventing him from rebounding off and back in the direction of the Deathmatch Majesty. The arena’s lightning dims again as the cage’s roof begins to lift off. With a devious idea in his head, abandoning his previous thought, Delta finds a different use for the kendo stick. Running to the north-west corner, he bounces up to the third rope, and catches his feet upon the kendo weapon. Being agile and light, he jumps off the stick and grabs the roof’s chain link, and pulls his feet up, placing them on the ceiling as it rises. Millson, in a panic of being eliminated, does the same, jumping off the ropes and onto the stick. The Blitz takes notices and drops down off the roof as Millson jumps off of the positioned arbalest, and Delta sends his body colliding into Triple M’s frame in mid-air as they fall to the mat with a stunning airborne Five-Star Frog Splash.
“OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU HEAR THAT? I THINK THE FANS IN THE FRONT ROW MAY HAVE GONE DEAF FROM THE SOUND OF THAT IMPACT!”
“My ears are ringing! My eyes can’t believe what they just witnessed! Two of the best superstars in GHW just took the fall of a lifetime! One of them may have broken their ribs! It all goes to show how much they want that NeXuS Championship!”
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Post by Shane Roberts on May 21, 2011 9:39:39 GMT -5
The GHW fans, who have jam-packed the GHW Arena within Boston, are making the presence of their voices felt more than ever this crazy night. For the past ten minutes twenty-four men and women from all walks of life have been shedding their blood and fighting as if for their dear lives, thus creating a spectacle like none other. Each participant's main goal thus far was to survive and destroy anything that moves. Now, while the goal still remains, it has became a deadly race. Only seven can scale over the fifteen foot high steel wall and continue this hell of a journey towards the crown of NeXuS. Others, however, will only be left with disappointment and excuse to make a trip to the local hospital.
For a few moments all five bodies in the fourth cage were laid out motionless across the ring. The Dark Princess is the first first one to try and return her frame to vertical base. She rolls onto her knees, reaching her left hand behind her back to feel her spine, making sure everything is where it's supposed to be. A horrendous blast back fist due to a spear by Daddy's Boy has knocked the wind out of her and it shows, as Brooks is having some trouble gasping for air, attempting to refill her lung with oxygen fully again. Driven by desire to win this infamous match, the evil English diva overpowers the pain and with the help of the rings ropes, pulls herself up to standing position.
Yet, just a few seconds before her, Solstice has made his way back up standing position. As soon as his feet were able to walk again, the masked Swede went right after Manchester Bombshell. When the European luchador ends up just at the right distance, he lifts one of the aforementioned feet, viciously sending his boot to already sore midsection of Dark Princess. The blow is just strong enough to knock the strength out of Brooks legs and push her back into the padded corner. Not wasting any time, the Swedish native repeats his last action again, with this kick forcing the sole female within the cage to lose even more strength and fall flat on her bum. There's no stopping in Solstice's mind, though, as the kick become stomps continuously targeting Amanda's belly. The Lucha Libre grappler shows no mercy as if he tries to squash the guts of the lady from Manchester like it was a cockroach that just won't die.
Solstice is stomping a hole through Amanda's body! I'm pretty sure you can see the print of his boot on her midsection.
The Swede is doing the smart thing. You have to make sure each and every opponent of yours in that ring is grounded before you attempt to make your way to the second stage.
I will have to agree with Ryan. NeXuS isn't just about who's the toughest. Granted, you have to be a tough son of a bitch to win, but it's also about who's the smartest. Allowing others to climb the cage at the same time as you are could end up being a fatal mistake.
As Solstice is busy trying to immobilize Brooks for as long as possible, other bodies across the ring have begun to rise. First one of the end up being the biggest participant in the fourth cage, Shane Roberts. After quickly processing the current situation in his brain, the two-hundred-fifty plus pound frame begins to make it's way towards one of the trash cans laying by the ring ropes. Shane picks it up with one hand and turns his attention towards the masked Swede. Few moments later he's already behind Solstice, gripping the aluminum waste container with both hands, before lifting it up above his head. The Scandinavian luchador, feeling that something is wrong, instantly spins his body 180 degrees to face the Japanese sensation. Alas, it is to late for the cruiserweight Fighty fighty person as he is mauled straight across the skull before he could even come up with an escape plan. Solstice falls back like a try that has just been cut down, dropping to the mat right next to his just-victim Brooks.
The new guy of this asylum known as GHW is not done with the trash barrel just yet though and he now begins a quest for another skull that could leave it's print in the aluminum can. His search is over after mere seconds, Shane's eyes already locked on his next target - Dustin Delta. The Floridian has been slowly but steadily making his way back up to vertical base, yet at this moment he was still down on one knee. Double D was well aware of Robers intentions as the Japanese sensation began moving towards him. Delta keeps his sight locked on the angry heavyweight while pretty much blindly sweeping his hands through the mat, in search for something to help him in defense. Finally the fingers on Dustin's left hand feel something. Without even seeing what it is, the man from Everglades snatches the item and swings it towards Shane, who was already just couple feet away from the former KODM Champion. The item he found turns out to be an old rusty Massachusetts license plate. While it's junk in casual person's hand, for NeXuS participants, like most every item within the demonic structure, it's a tool to write your name in history. The Floridian uses this rusty piece of metal to slash Roberts hip. Blood instantly streams out of the wound and runs down the leg as the Japanese sensation lets out a rather noticeable growl of pain.
Furthermore, it forces the youngster from Nara to drop his current toy, causing the lips of Dustin to form a smile on his slightly exhausted looking face. The Courier of Controversy now has a chance to put down the Japanese fury machine for good, or at least long enough to cross him out of the contenders list. Delta wastes little to no time, dashing towards the big man of the fourth cage. Midway through he leaps up in the air and wraps his right arm firmly around the tick neck of the rookie and shoots his legs forward. From there on it's up to gravity to do the work it never fails at. Shane is dragged face first down to the ground and thanks to good accidental placement, smashes head first into the very trash can he was wielding moment ago.
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Post by Solstice on May 22, 2011 3:57:01 GMT -5
Bouncing of the remnants of the garbage can head first as his body falls limp, Shane is left twitching as if jolted by sticking his hand onto a live wire. Impressed at his own destructiveness, Double D with a rush of adrenalin is back to his feet looking at the carnage. Movement catches his attention as Millson is somehow crawling his way to the ropes, which he uses as leverage to get back to his feet, the young Englishman looking like jelly on his feet. Sprinting to the middle-weight, Dustin launches off the back of Solstice who is on all fours trying to gather his wits. Like something out of an action movie, Dustin draws back an elbow and attempts to smite the Brit. Instinct as much as the scream coming from above, Mighty Man drops to his butt, leaving the Floridian's forearm to impact on the sharp barbs and tear at his flesh. "Double D lucky in a way, it was only his forearm, now his face that tasted the barbed wire. " " This will definitely be a test on endurance as much as ring smarts to see who will graduate from this house of pain. "" Spike is going to have a clear advantage, bypassing this carnage and being as fresh as the proverbial daisy. ""Indeed... but that is where ring smarts once again come into play. Also as much as Spike still being a rookie as far as these matches are concerned. " [/center][/i][/color] Reaching up, Millson grabs hold of Double D hauls himself up, then out of no where both are laid waste by Amanda who miraculously is back to her feet holding what is left of a fluorescent light bulb. Dustin along with Triple M are both showered with shards of glass and dust from the fatigued European Goth. Discarding the remains of the shattered weapon, Brooks smirks as both fall to the mat in agony. Holding her chest while gasping for air, the Manchester resident staggers to yet another weapon. This time picking up a water pistol out of curiosity more than anything, she sprays it in the face of Mighty Man to see what happens. The English superstar rubs his face with futility as the pepper spray burns at his eyes causing them to go red and blood shot. Dropping the now useless weapon, Amanda limps towards the blinded English aerialist; steps on to the second rope and turns. Waiting for the opportune moment, Brooks sees her chance and jumps grabbing the hair of Millson and drops him head first in the remains of the light tube. " Good weapon improvisation by the English chick. Who would of thought she could get up, not only due to the match earlier, but the stomping of Solstice who looked like he was trying to put out a fire. " " I wanna know where that water pistol come from. Daddy's boy will be seeing double after that, if his vision can even recover. "" I can only see three people even attempting to stand, Double D, Solstice and Amanda. "" Well ... there goes Amanda again. Delta coming off the ropes in a scissor kick taking down the Femme Fetale again. "[/center][/i][/color] No sooner than Dustin is back to his feet, Solstice has grabbed a steel chair and without hesitation slams it directly to the upper back of the Everglades Exemplar. Dropping to his knees, the Floridian Falcon cries out in terror as the nerves up and down his spine goes haywire. Dropping the dented chair Tyson grabs him by his arms, jumps while bringing his feet up and monkey flips the Courier of Controversy who lands with a thud ! Placing the chair on the chest of Dustin, Solstice flips off ropes and lands chest first in a moonsault causing both the scream out in excruciating pain. Everyone in Boston stands in ovation, cheering on the battles taking place in the four cages.
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Post by Millson and Simpson on May 22, 2011 6:46:50 GMT -5
The impact from the Moonsault is enough to leave the already wounded Solstice laying prone on the canvas, as well as keeping the Deathmatch Majesty supine. For once in this nefarious creation, all 5 competitors are at rest, nobody staning or even looking close to regaining their vertical position. The Boston fans look away from the action in Cage 4, instead surveying for other potential eye-catchers. However, this incident means that little to no crowd members see Ian Millson sprint down the ramp and slide something microscopically small through the miniscule gap in the chain link with precision aim, the object sliding straight to Ian's son. The intruder backs away and leaves up the ramp, most fans still having not witnessed this small but pivotally important event. The Daddy's Boy quickly drags the object towards him and puts it inbetween himself and the corner, shielding it from view.
Amanda Brooks and Solstice have presently reached their knees, all energy drained out of their souls from this cataclysmic war, the two athletes having been through so much inside the cage. Both warriors crawl over to each other and start to trade punches, desperate not to lose this battle, while in the meantime, Shane Roberts starts to pull himself up via the ring ropes. The force of the respective blows actually pulls both the British Goth and the Swedish luchador to their full heights, the punches still all finding their target. However, Roberts is quick to break up the action, as he charges at both Fighty fighty persons and shoulder barges both back to the canvas. Knowing that neither is incapable of climbing the steel structure, the Nara, Nara Native searches the immediate vicinty for a tool to implement, and his fingers find a screwdriver. Shane looks at the weapon with glee and he digs the point into the forehead of Tyson, Seth screaming in pain.
WOAH! Shane Roberts is going Hardcore now!
A screwdriver right to the forehead, and if this continues, Solstice is out.
A smart way to get rid of an opponent, and Solstice will need repairing after this match.
This brutality gives Amanda Brooks the opening she needs, and the Mancunian Mauler regains her stature, but seeing the act of violence in the ring, decides to take advantage and begins to ascend the cage wall. Meanwhile, MMM II crawls over to the Floridian Falcon and drops an object into the shorts of the Deathmatch Majesty, before recommencing his stay in the corner. Seeing the Gothic Brit trying to escape the first stage of the Nexus Deathmatch, the Japanese Sensation eases his DIY facial reconstruction, instead vying to reach the next stage by grabbing the boots of Amanda and halting her ascent. The Brit tries to kick off Roberts, but the Japanese debutante's grip holds firm and with a sudden yank, he brings down the Gothic Female, Brooks landing to a seated position on the canvas. Brooks backs away from the screwdriver wielding Roberts with a look of fear, but she is saved by an unlikely ally in the Human Fighter Jet, who jumps onto the back of Roberts and wraps his arms around the Nara, Nara Native's neck.
What happens next surprises even the most knowledgeable of wrestling fans, with all Boston fans immediately craning their necks to watch Cage 4 after a piercing scream is heard, followed by an explosion of sound and colour. As Double D leaps onto the back of the 250+ pounder, an explosion originating from the the Courier of Controversy's shorts throws Delta backwards, turning the Deathmatch Majesty into a non-metaphorical Falcon, while Shane Roberts is flung onto the mat, where he lands head-first. Amanda Brooks lets out a short scream as her corneas are burned by the resultant flash of light, while Delta lies still on the mat, blood seeping out of every crevice on his face, eyes rolled back in pain and haze.
What the-?
Did Millson just do what I think he did?
Triple M just blew up Dustin Delta. That's what the Nexus means to him. And he stayed true to his promise, Delta used the bomb, not Millson.
As the Boston, Mas crowd stare at Cage 4, forgetting all about the 18 remaining aspects of the Deathmatch, an eerie stillness and quiet befalls the GHW arena, as three of the 5 competitors lie blinded and devastated by the miniature bomb planted by the Ultimate Ego. The Daddy's Boy hauls himself to his feet and surveys the damage with a cruel, almost sadistic smile that belies everything wrong with his nature, but the focus of the former Television champion is quickly restored, as he stares up to the heavens and sees the cage top, Millson heading over to the side of the cage furthest away from the 4 remaining athletes in this match. Carefully avoiding the barbed wire specks, the Tyrant of Technique uses all the energy left in the tank to climb the steel wall, by halfway up, still having had no competition. Once the Daddy's Boy reaches three quarters of the way up the cage, he stops, Millson wasting a little time to savour his impending victory, staring down at Brooks, Roberts and Delta, who still lie unmoving after the explosion, the Ultimate Ego knowing that all he has to do is climb a little more for all his promises to come true.
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