[CHARGING GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP] Hayden vs. Havok

[HaVoK]

ALL ABROAD!

The scream and the laughter of Ozzy Osbourne echoes around the arena as the lights slowly goes dim and plunges the entire arena into the land of darkness, garnering a loud round of boos from the audience. The guitars riff and the drum beats flies out of the speakers next as the tune of Crazy Train begins to play, getting the metal heads inside the arena to headbang being in the pool of black. The lights soon come back however, and it turns out that Havok is sitting on one of the vacant corners! Coors instantly pulls the microphone up to his lips and introduces the first man to make his presence felt, without even looking back and take a glimpse of the monster sitting behind him.

Coors: The following match is up for one fall and it's for the Charging Glory Championship! Introducing first, from Hell's Kitchen, New York, he's the Tormentor of Hell, HAVOKKKKK!

The music continues to play as the world awaits the champion to come out, while the monster remains fazed and stares blankly at the entrance tunnel, as if he was sedated highly.

TBC;

[Hayden]

With his mammoth man of an opponent already seated against the turnbuckle waiting for him, all Hayden has to do is walk out to the ring to engage in his first war of the night. HaVoK's hair drapes over his face, his head bowed down to the point where his chin almost meets his face. This gives the illusion of mystery to his aura. An eerie silence fills the air, thick with anticipation as all wait for the arrival of the GHW Legend.

Hayden makes the people wait, until the air is cut through with a rapturous chant, loud enough to be heard back stage. As Hayden's name is echoes through the arena, the PA System remains silent. The Titan Tron remains blank and the behemoth, HaVoK, remains seated, looking unconcerned by the mind-games played by the Jackass. The veteran waits until the crowd is putty in his hands. Finally, after no short amount of time waiting, the swansong of the Jackass echoes out for the first time at 2011's NeXuS. CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blares out of the arena's speakers, sending the enthusiastic crowd into a frenzy.

"Introducing secondly...

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Hayden lets the song play well into the verse, no sign of life at the top of the stage at all. After a good thirty seconds of waiting, the perplexed crowd begin to wonder whether the Kiwi has decided not to show up for his match. His usual lighting display, complete with searchlights and illuminated entrance ramp continue, but no Champion to be found. HaVoK stands, a puzzled look on his face, but one mixed with frustration. Along with every set of eyes in the arena, HaVoK sets his sights on one spot only, the entrance curtain.

"A wise man, this Jackass. Hayden knows that NeXuS is bigger than a simple match. He knows that he needs to save himself for the deathmatch. Put two and two together guys, the Kiwi has flown the coop.

"Er, Matt... Kiwi's can't fly. But I think you're right on one count. Hayden is deliberately skipping this match to focus on the main event. It's no good for the guy to go getting himself injured when the biggest match of the year is mere hours away."

"Fine, who gives a rats ass? Move on to the next one. I'm here for one match only. Roll on the main event!"

"Who cares? Well judging by the fae of the man in the ring right now, HaVoK seems to. He seems to care an awful lot!"

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As the camera catches HaVoK's face, it seems to have turned a shade of red resembling a tomato. His cheeks pump in and out with each breath, his frustrated demeanour speaking wonders to his inner most feelings. However, soon the feeling of the arena changes. A loud pocket of seemingly random cheering erupts in a section of the crowd. Searchlights soon move to capture the unexplained movement. Neither the lights nor the cameras seem to be able to catch anything substantial, although it is clear that something, or someone is moving through the crowd.

HaVok too turns to face the movement. It is not until the movement reaches a few rows from the front that the source of all the commotion is caught. With "96 Quite Bitter Beings" now playing well into itself, the sole figure of GHW's hero is captured and splashed all over the giant screen. Hayden leaps up onto a chair left vacant from a crowd member who had been moved away from the Jackass's path by security. He skips with grace befitting a cat from inside the crowd along three rows of chair before jumping up onto the crowd barricade. Hayden wears a gold cape, white pants with his trademark "Jackass" skull and crutchbones on the leg and a familiar looking golden mask. Slung from both his shoulders are two belts. From the right hangs the GHW New Age Championship, glinting softly in the arena's lights. From his left shoulder hangs the GHW Chargin Glory Championship, which the man formerly known as Santo Masceras holds up high into the air, displaying it for all to see. As the prize for the night catches HaVoK's eyes, the big man's demeanour changes, his bull-like frustration seems to diminish as he eyes up the gold. Charlie Coors seems to do a double take as he looks back down memory lane at the veteran luchador.

"Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand and weighing in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety One Pounds.

He is a GHW Legend and current Double Champion, holding both the GHW New Age Championship and Charging Glory Championship.

The man known as the Jackass... Santo Mas-, er, Hayden Hard-Kore!

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At the sounding of his name, Hayden reaches up with his free hand and whips his mask and cape off, tossing them to adoring members of the crowd who simply stare up at him, flabbergasted. With that, the Jackass performs a front flip off the guard railing, landing safely on his feet before sliding into the ring. The impatient HaVoK looks to jump him as soon as he enters the confines of the squared circle, but is held back by the mysterious powers of the referee while the official officially holds the Charging Glory title into the air, presenting it to all in attendance. With Hayden's belts turned in to the timekeeper's desk, HaVoK is free to clobber Hayden from behind. As the bell sounds, the big man gets a jump on the Kiwi, his Double Axe Handle setting the tone of the match and sending the Jackass sprawling to the ground.

The match had finally begun, and with a bang...

TBC HaVoK

[HaVoK]

Hayden, being floored with a hard shot to the back of his skull, tries to recuperate up on his elbows and knees, with the Goliath keeping a close eye on his status. But soon the giant gets impatient with the slow recovery rate of Hayden; the frustrated Hell’s Enforcer shoots his boot down and crashes the sole against the cheek of the champion, sending him down to the canvas once again with a grunt. With his face glowing red-hot, the Hell’s Kitchen dweller grabs the top rope and starts to stomp all around the Kiwi’s small frame, smashing his sole all over in a wayward fashion. The Jackass tries to cross his arms around his chest as a shield, but it doesn’t help him much as Havok rains stomps like a mid-summer England shower, pouring all over. But the treacherous act, from a neutral point of view of course, is soon stopped by the official as he walks up toward Havok and tries to rip him away from the champion. The attempt of ushering from the referee’s end simply irate the Goliath, and he tries to make a dash toward the lawman, getting him to bail away from the squared circle. Shooting a fiery glare at the zebra-clad official outside, the Tormentor of Hell gets back to his work – that is, to assault the champion further.

Hayden, getting enough time and still being quite fresh, is seen to grab the bottom rope with his both hand as the giant returns back to him. Grabbing the black trace over his scalp, the monster from New York yanks the New Zealander up to his double left feet, only to get a sharp elbow to the gut. “OWW!” goes the monster as the elbow joint of Hardkore crashes against his abdominal wall, sending a stinging sensation up and down his nerve. The “Kiwi who can fly” then musters up all his remains and throws a few more elbows to the solar plexus, getting the claws of Havok to go off. The further infliction of the pain gets the Hell’s Kitchen Demon to clutch his stomach and back up, only to give the window of opening to the Jackass, who instantly charges back at the ropes and bounces back. The cruiserweight, being bounced off the triads, returns toward Havok with his ultimate velocity and smashes forearm against the chest of Havok, delivering probably one of his best, picture-perfect clothesline. But the superheavyweight simply doesn’t go down with the running shot; the clothesline gets the giant to hit his reverse gear and back up a bit, with a little damage done to his system. Knowing how the slow giant would take long to recuperate, the man formerly known as Santo Mascaras leaps up in the air and throws his boots to the chest of Havok, getting him to reel back once again and this time, hit the ropes and topple over the top rope! The crowd instantly bursts out into cheers at Hayden’s David-like effort against the Goliath, who is seen to pound his fist against the canvas to get up.

“Impressive show from Hayden, I must say. He has gone invulnerable as of late and he simply took out Havok with his brain and wit. I guess Hayden won’t take much chance with the Nexus Deathmatch coming up later tonight.”

“Hayden should have dropped the title, in my opinion. There’s no chance he can go up against Havok, and even if he can, he’ll be sore to the fullest by the end of this match. If I was given the chance to speak to Hayden now, I’d have asked him to step out and forfeit the match.”

“He’s a champion, Ryan – a champion of virtue! I’m glad we got someone like Hayden in our Friday Night Combat and someone like Havok to go toe to toe with him.”

“Didn’t just my rookie beat him the other night?”

Up on his heel, Hayden stands in the centre for a while and takes in the energy around him, being served by the fans via their cheers. But soon the champion grows impatient of his opponent’s recuperation outside process outside, which is real slow as per his size. The Wellington native simply charges back and bounces off the ropes on the other side, only to rebound and dash at the side Havok is laying. Upon drawing close to the side, Hardkore grabs the top rope and pulls it down, ricocheting himself over the top rope with his crosshair lying on the back of his opponent. Havok could only pray for a pair of eyes on the back of his head as Hayden came down at him like a thunder, going chest first against his spinal column and push him down further to the corner. Sustaining further pain, the monster gives out a huge roar, which in this case is due to the throb rolling down his nerves, not of triumph.

“So agile, so damn flexible! There’s no one who can match the in-ring presence Hayden possesses and I bet many at the back envies him to the core!”

“Aye, you just sound like Ray White right there, Fuzz! Flexible… I don’t know what you were thinking right there, mate.”

“Well, I pointed out the way Hayden can launch himself from anywhere and everywhere. It wasn’t in a sexual way, to be honest…”

“Fuzz, don’t you give a damn to what Ryan said. I bet the crowd, myself and the critics understand what you’re really trying to say.”

Meanwhile, on the other flip of the coin, Hayden is seen to grab the guard rail and slowly hoist up to his heel, shaking his head to remove cobwebs as he does. Once up, the dual champion grabs the dirty raven tresses of Havok and starts to hurl the big man up to his feet, using all his gathered strength in the tow. As he becomes successful in pulling the giant up, he positions his hold to the back of the skull of the New York giant, before smashing his head against the ring apron with a thud. The crown of the Demon bounces off the hard fabric right upon the impact, and Hayden throws the groggy giant in, sliding him under the bottom rope. He follows his adversary right away and gets inside the ring, before starting to roll Havok like a barrel and make him lie supine. The Man behind the Golden Mask then goes down to his knees over the chest of Havok and starts to lay punches of all sorts onto the side of the skull, draining whatever composure the Hell’s Kitchen native gained during his downtime. The hard jabs to the side of the skull get the behemoth’s cerebellum to rock to and fro inside the round chamber, allowing him to see stars to swivel around his eyes. But every action has its equal and opposite reaction and Hayden gets up from Havok right after nailing the ninth punch, shaking and rubbing his fist in pain.

“Hayden has taken over the driver’s seat of the match as of now and for those who thought that the Jackass wouldn’t stand a chance, here’s something for you. Hayden is still fuckin’ fresh and beating asses!”

“He’s the only kiwi that can fly, Fuzz and you should know how special he is. I have seen Hayden evolve over the years, I have fought several times with him – in close contests and what not, and he’s one of those guys who never give up.”

“I still don’t get it… why do you call him the Kiwi who can fly?”

“You’ll get the answer soon, Ryan… real soon. Hey, you can get it right now!”

While the commentators bicker about the moniker of Hayden, the Jackass had taken the liberty to climb up the turnbuckles and reach one of the four apexes of the ring. The crowd simply gives out a loud round of cheer at Hayden as the New Zealander stands atop the top turnbuckle, saying his prayers within before launching off. Soon the Kiwi flies off from the top, leaping in the air with his arms spread and legs tied together, in a crucifix pose. The flying cross soon gets tangled by the field of gravity and is forced to soar down at the behemoth’s way, at an acceleration of approximately around “g”. But there’s no one home as Hayden knocks on the door; the Tormentor of Hell had rolled out at the right moment, sending Hayden down the depths of ultimate despair, crashing crown-first against the dusty canvas. Several members in the fan section are seen to cover up their agape mouths being flabbergasted, as they can’t simply believe their hero fall and haywire a move that he has been doing with perfection over the years – the diving headbutt. The last year’s Nexus runners-up rolls away under the ropes clutching onto his head, rubbing against the reddened region to subside the pain he inflicted.

TBC;

[Hayden]

Perhaps it was the pressure of the biggest night of the year, perhaps it was his mind elsewhere, or perhaps it was simply that he had misjudged the landing, but either way, Hayden had seen better days. As he walks around the ring, holding his head in pain as if he were trying to get over the world's biggest hangover, HaVoK rolls out of the squared circle to meet him. The giant snarls and rears his head, lining the reeling Jackass up into his sights. A Big Boot connects with Hayden's head, taking him down with vigour and zest. HaVoK flicks the hair out of his eyes and looks down at the battered Champion. With a smile forming on his face, the big man easily snaps Hayden up into his clutches and holds him tightly in a Bear Hug. Hayden tries to protest to the move, but no air comes out of his lungs. To add to the discomfort, HaVoK makes a beeline for the side of the ring. He picks up speed and drives Hayden back first into the steel ring post, much to the dismay of Hayden's loyal fans. A second and third battering of Hayden's back and the ring post see the Jackass clutching at straws. When he is mercilessly dropped to the ground, he bounces off the frame of the ring and comes to rest outside the ring once more. The referee reaches the count of six, with a warning to both men that they need to get back in the ring.

Showing the awareness of a man with more experience than his own, HaVoK rolls back into the ring to reset the count, then rolls back out again, the snarl still on his face. Another flick of the hair sees HaVoK lining up the Jackass once more. By this time, Hayden had managed to claw his way to his feet, holding his back in agony as he uses the side of the ring as a zimmer frame. Slowly, Hayden lifts his head, only to see his behemoth opponent hurtling across the floor at him once more. HaVoK hits him with all that he has, tacking him around the waits and driving him across the ringside floor. The shoulder tackle drives Hayden in to the crowd barricade, moving the heavy steel barrier back three or four feet in the process. As Hayden lets out an agonized cry, hidden under the wreckage of the crowd barricade, his fans try to rally behind him. HaVoK, in turn, simply smiles at his opponent's predicament.

"Oh, wow... Good night!
Hayden HardKore is no match for the power and destruction of my man HaVoK."

"So far, Hayden has botched a move and proceeded to be completely picked apart by his larger opponent"

"He's gotta get his head back in the game. Hayden is in the downward spiral and needs to set out a mayday call"

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As the match official begins his count once more, the giant HaVoK hoists Hayden effortlessly up onto his shoulder and Fireman's Carries the Dual Champion back to the ring. Like a sack of potatoes, he flops Hayden down inside the ring, taking the time to crack his neck before following the smaller man in. HaVoK, completely in control, looks to set the pace of the match to his own liking. Once inside, the big man lifts Hayden to his feet, hoisting him up and placing him seated on the turnbuckle. With both hands, HaVoK reaches up and proceeds to choke the Jackass around the neck. Hayden is lifted off the turnbuckle and into the air. The man from Hell's Kitchen turns around toward the center of the ring as he raises the Kiwi into a Double Armed Chokeslam position.

As he turns, Hayden shifts his weight slightly, hooking his legs around the back of the giant's body. Throwing caution to the wind, the Kiwi headbutts the giant in an attempt to break the Chokehold. A second headbutt throws HaVoK off guard and a third causes the big man to free both arms, sending Hayden falling toward the mat. With his legs hooked around the big man's mid section, Hayden is able to use the momentum of him falling to pull the giant to the ground as well. Both men scatter across the mat like a set of knuckle-bones. With a feeling of a change in the tides, Hayden sets the pain in his body to the back of his mind. Before the big man can find his footing, Hayden kips up to his feet quickly, much to the delight of his loyal Jackasses. Havok barely manages to reach a vertical base before Hayden is spring-boarding off the ropes and hooking him around the head in a Tilt-a-Whirl Hurricanrana. HaVoK is taken aback by Hayden's quickness, the legend beginning one of his match changing, momentum filled rolls. Like the veteran that he is, Hayden wastes little time between moves. He does not let up as he charges at the ropes, once again Spring-boarding and hurling his body through the air. A Lionsault sees Hayden fly backward through the air, back flipping like a trapeze artist and landing plush across HaVoK's chest. The crowd rally behind their hero, Hayden looking to finally take charge of the match.

"It has been a year since we saw Santo Masceras come oh so close to winning NeXuS. And Hayden seems to be summoning the power of his alias, looking to use his speed and smarts to outwit his powerful opponent."

"Oh so close? Come on Matt... I had that match right from the word go. Santo was simply the first loser."

"Be that as it may, Hayden is still on a roll right now. He has had one of the more successful years of anybody in history. Hell, he wears both major titles at the moment... What more can you ask of a future hall of famer?"

"Ha!
I will be in the hall of fame before Hayden is. Hayden cannot claim the big one, a NeXuS victory. The jewel in his crown is missing."

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As the trio continue to discuss the finer points of GHW life, Hayden is once again preparing for another assault. He climbs the turnbuckle once more, all thoughts of the botched move earlier pushed out of his mind. With the momentum now filling his veins, he takes one last look at his downed opponent, chest heaving and struggling to breathe through his winded chest. He jumps, tucking his legs underneath him and rotating backward, soaring through the air in slow motion. Time seems to stand still as the Shooting Star Press takes effect. Hayden is at the mercy of the hands of fate. The move looks perfect, spurring a flurry of camera flashes about the arena. However, as he rotates around to come into view of his target, he finds HaVoK not lying where he left him, but kneeling on all fours, a sadistic look on his face. Hayden cannot abort the move, but is helpless to whatever his larger opponent has in store for him.

HaVoK swats at Hayden with a swinging clothesline. His tree-trunk-like arm catches the Jackass around the neck and drills him to the mat. As the crowd gasp in the brutality of the Clothesline, Hayden's lifeless body simply comes to a rest against the turnbuckle. Like a fly being swatted out of the air, HaVoK had managed to stop short one of Hayden's famous momentum filled assaults. One can feel the buzz being sucked out of the air as GHW's Hero is once again at the mercy of his behemoth of an opponent.

"Oh my god... HaVoK just hit him with a power pole!"

"No, that was his arm, easy to make the mistake though. Jesus H. Christ... What power, I'm surprised his head is still attached after that Clothesline."

"And thus ends the Championship reign of Hayden HardKore, he is not going to get up from that!"

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HaVoK takes his time, dragging the Champion into the center of the ring. Hayden lies motionless as his opponent rolls him over, hooking his leg and motioning for the referee to count the pinfall. In an instant, the official is in position, his hand raised and swinging toward the canvas for the first time.

"1..."

TBC HaVoK

[HaVoK]

TWO!

The palm of the referee slams against the canvas for the second time, peeling off the silver lining of luck that Hayden had around him. The Kiwi simply remained fazed under the mammoth mass of Havok, not even moving the slightest!

THR—NO!

The hand of the referee goes down again, but this time, the effort from the middle-aged official goes down the drain. The Kiwi beats the referee’s pace by a microsecond as he shoots his arm up in the air, ripping his shoulder off the canvas and breaking the pin right when things were speeding fast toward doom for him. The Tormentor of Hell, with his face contorted in utter rage, slowly gets up to a seated posture and slams his fist against the canvas around him, steaming off a little. The spectators around are screaming at an ear-deafening pitch, rejoicing at their hero’s effort so far, and the behemoth simply eyes them, as if he was going to burn them all with his glare.

“Will power… that’s a display of will power Hayden has got in him. I’m glad how we got him to showcase his skills every Friday night in Combat!”

“He should be glad I’m retired from active competition. I bet every single imbecile out here knows how Hayden doesn’t stand a chance against me – the great Ryan Hughes!”

“Well Ryan, I do remember an occasion where Hayden defeated you in a grand way…”

Just then, to throw in further coal on his fire, the referee walks right in front of the monster and shows him his fingers – it was just a two and a half. The man who once said that it was dumb to cross a monster was so right; the Tormentor of Hell springs up to his heels and beelines at the referee with his face taking up a tinge of red, getting the zebra clad lawman to flee and evacuate the ring. The goliath stops right by the ropes and stares at the referee fumingly, only to have the middle aged man to reason and show off his jersey, letting him know that he is also the master of his fate. Soon the irate monster steams off a bit and turns around, turning his attention back to the fallen champion and giving the referee a chance to sigh, brushing away all his fears.

Grabbing the Kiwi by his hair, the superheavyweight yanks the cruiserweight up to his feet, with no real effort or whatsoever, showing the clear weight advantage he has. Wobbly like a dancer with double left feet, Hayden faces Havok being a little dazed, only to have a quartet of knuckle to fly at his way and strike between his eyes. The stiff punch sends Hayden reeling back by a bit, before another of the massive fist from the New Yorker strikes against the side of the skull of his, scrambling him onto the ropes. Showing least concern to his opponent’s state, the Demon from Hell sends his claw to grab around the neck of the GHW veteran, choking the dear life out of him. With his brain bleeping low in oxygen, the New Zealander sends his hands forth and gets his nails to dig on the forearm of the challenger, trying hard to push away the mammoth arm. But the effort of desperation really doesn’t help the champion; his face slowly starts to turn to red, then purple gradually, with his blinking eyes only picking up the rage-filled face of Havok. Just when everything seemed to loom toward doom – for Hayden of course – the middle aged official came into rescue as he starts to scream at the giant at the top of his voice, warning him about how things might go wrong if he doesn’t comply. Possibly for the first time in his life, the Monster from Hell’s Kitchen pays note toward the referee’s words and tears away Hayden from the ropes, lifting him up in the air with a handful of tights and slamming him down to the canvas with authority. The ring nearly shakes up at the force of the chokeslam and the crowd simply goes nuts, throwing insults of all kind at the big guy.

“Hayden simply can’t stand a chance! What the heck was he thinking when he signed the dotted line? Hurr durr, I’m the biggest bitch?”

“Ryan, you know how you’re living on the edge, right? I bet Hayden wouldn’t leave you alone after the match if he catches a glimpse of you.”

“As if he can hear me; he must be sailing down the slumber-land now! But yeah, there’s some other guy out there who’s living life on the edge too – the referee. He has been on the bad side of the monster for real long.”

With his opponent lying out cold, Havok takes in a deep breath and eyes the crowd around him, throwing a toothy grin at the hatred radiated by them. But just then, a certain noise catches the eyes of all – the noise of a pair of claps in unison. Through the curtain that separates the real world from kayfabe, a bald man in pinstripe suit comes out along with a blonde carrying a kendo stick, applauding at the monster inside the ring. Being perplexed to the fullest, the behemoth stares at the duo with his head tilted to the side, trying to make out the reason of the men being there as they walked down the aisle and took over the announce booth, sitting next to the trio. As Havok stares at the occurring outside the squared circle, he simply doesn’t realise that the Wellington Speed-Demon is up on his elbows and knees, slowly stirring up to his heels.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have South Asian wrestling promoter, Jalal Ansari, along with the legendary, Sycho Sam out here! Mr. Ansari, Sam, we’re glad to have you out here.”

“Fuzz, to be honest, this is where everyone wants to be – this is Nexus, baby! But yeah, I have some stuff to do around and that’s exactly why I’m out here. I have come in to scout talents for our future tour of Japan, and I will be scouting all night tonight.”

“As if someone would be joining your wretched circuit back at the land of earthquakes!”

“If you don’t, Ryan, I bet someone would – someone in search of pure wrestling and ways to get out of your whiny words! But to be honest, many had caught my eyes and I must say I’m picking interest on that Havok guy; he looks awesome!”

While Ansari continues his war of words with Ryan, the behemoth turns around only to walk into a pair of boots from the opposition. Hardkore, who had risen to his feet while Havok had his back turned, had launched up in the air and throw his soles at the face of the monster, sending him reeling back with a quick dropkick. Seeing how he had the big dent on the Tormentor’s defence curl, the Kiwi that can fly hastily reaches to his heels once again and charges at the bigger man with his arm outstretched, reminding the world of his EVPW days, when he was a soaring eagle. Picking up the much needed momentum with his charge, Hayden topples over the New Yorker over the top rope, sending him to sprawl over the bare concrete. With the belief of “third time the charm” revolving inside his cranium, the man from Oceania pulls the top rope down and dispatch his light frame up in the air, projecting himself up, up and away. The veteran champion, reaching the perfect altitude, flips and soars down the air, rotating over 360 degrees and crash over the monster below, ribs first against the sternum. The springboard 360 splash sets the lungs of Havok to deflate, blowing the air out of him, while his predator just lies next to him, arms crossed over ribcage like bones arranged in a pirate flag.

TBC;

((Sorry 'bout this one being huge; had to add the Ansari/Sam bit. This would loom to something awesome in the coming weeks. Stay tuned.))

[Hayden]

Replays of Hayden’s death defying move continue to plaster themselves upon the giant screen long after its impact. Hayden rolls onto his knees, clutching at his rib-cage, injured in the fall. Like a two year old throwing a tantrum, Hayden kneels with his forehead planted into the mat, kicking his feet rapidly as if it would take away the pain. The Jackass lets out a cry of pain as he does so, an angry, frustrated call that seems to heighten his spirits in some strange way. By the time that he wearily makes his way to his feet, Hayden is ready to press on. He looks over his opponent, still lying on his back, breathing heavily. The Kiwi helps HaVoK to his feet, ignoring the pain in his ribs by hurling the big man into another Irish Whip. The man from Hell’s Kitchen is sent hurtling into the ropes, rebounding uncontrollably back at the waiting New Zealander, Hayden flicks his hips upon HaVoK’s return , sending the giant flipping over his hip and slamming him back first into the ground. Hayden keeps a hold of HaVoK’s arm as the Hip Toss connects, transitioning seamlessly into an Arm Lock. Hayden rolls his opponent onto his front, yanking the right arm backward and driving his knee below the shoulder blade as to keep the big man in place.

Almost instantly, grunts of discomfort begin to escape HavoK’s lips, as he struggles to free himself from the hold. His shoulder threatens to tear itself from the socket, as the wily veteran turns up the heat, twisting the arm further back and drilling the point of his knee further into HavoK’s back. However, Hayden’s biggest disadvantage soon becomes abundantly clear as the big man forces himself to stand up. He howls in pain as he does so, the Kiwi’s Arm Lock still in place, but nevertheless, HavoK manages to lift himself and his lightweight opponent into the air. Hayden senses the danger almost immediately, and tries to slip away, but the Hell Kitchen inhabitant flings him into a fireman’s carry and uses his muscular frame to hold the New Zealand Legend in place. It is not until he is in the center of the ring that he relinquishes his hold on the Kiwi, flinging him around his shoulders so that the Kiwi is out in front of him. As Hayden falls to the mat, HavoK helps him, grabbing him by the neck and drilling him into the canvas. The men land with a sickening thud, Hayden’s small frame tossed around like a bottle-top in the open sea. When HaVoK stands again, he does so to a chorus of boos. He flicks the hair out of his eyes and shoots a glare across the entire arena as his opponent lies in a crumpled heap behind him.

”That is the kind of talent that I am looking for. Look at the size, the strength, the presence. This Champion of yours, he is the best you have to offer?”

”Well, since I retired, yes. Sad, isn’t it?”

”Sad that you have your head shoves so far up your own ass Ryan. Gentlemen, scout your talent. Sure, HavoK is a unique specimen. Hell, anybody who can do that to Hayden HardKore has to create some kind of interest.”

”Just what exactly are you looking for, Mr. Ansari?”

”What am I looking for?
I am looking for… THAT!”

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Ansari beckons toward the ring, where HavoK stands tall in all his glory, proceeding to thump his chest in dominance. He flips his head back, his matted locks falling in line and flailing out behind him, instead of obscuring his vision. HavoK bends down to pick up his opponent once more. He does so with ease, grabbing Hayden by the seat of his pants and hurling him at the turnbuckle like a log of wood into an open fire. Hayden slams shoulder first into the steel post that holds the turnbuckle in place, the brutality sending out a gasp that fills the air. HavoK wastes little time in grabbing his opponent again, one hand on the belt of Hayden’s pants, the other clutching the Kiwi’s shoulder. A second time, he flings Hayden around like a dog’s chew-toy, spinning himself 360 degrees and driving Hayden’s shoulder straight back into the steel post. A second cry of agony is let out by the Dual Champion and a second chorus of boos is hurled back at HavoK.

The third time that he grabs Hayden’s battered body, HavoK does so with a sadistic grin on his face. The creepy looking man barely smiles, and this half-grin is done so with a sinister sneer in his eyes. He hoists Hayden up into a Military Press, turning toward the commentary desk, and more importantly, to Ansari. Loud enough for the microphones at ringside to pick up, and the crowd near the front row to hear unaided, HavoK brags about “making this kiwi fly”. He steps over the ring ropes and onto the apron. With Hayden still trying to come to grips with what is happening, HaVoK turns toward the five person strong commentary crew. It is with almost a twinkle in his eye that he throws Hayden forward, hurling the 190lb New Zealander through the air and over the unforgiving concrete floor. It is not the floor that HaVoK aims for, but the desk itself. Hayden crashes into the commentary desk with such an impact that all five men behind it jump from their seats. The Kiwi’s momentum sees him bounce off the desk and land sideways across the laps of all five onlookers. As the giant, HaVoK, sneers out at his handy-work, Ansari simply stands to his feet and applauds, Sycho Sam following suit.

”What in the… Get him the hell off me”

”Fuzz, you deal with this. Roll him back onto the desk so we can continue the match. That was some throw… He looked like a trash-man just flinging the last garbage bag of the day onto the truck. Service with a smile, of sorts.”

”Impressive… Very impressive!”

”Hayden kicked me in the freaking chin, that rat-bastard. What did I ever do to him? Get him the hell out of here before I get HaVoK disqualified.”

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The quintet spend their time bickering about the best way to get Hayden HardKore back to the ring, where HaVoK can finish the job. As they do so, HaVoK himself seems to shed some light on the situation. The big man steps off the ring apron, the referee warning him to return to the ring and beginning the standing ten count. By the count of three, HaVoK had managed to pull Hayden to his feet, knowing that a victory by count-out would result in Hayden retaining the Charging Glory Championship. The referee is not half way through his ten count by the time HaVoK rolls the Jackass back into the ring. Once inside, the man from Hell’s Kitchen wastes no time in rolling the Champion up for the pinfall. He does so with a swagger of confidence. Once more, the referee slides into position to count the fall.

”One…”

“Two…”

“Thr-“

As the referee’s hand comes down for a third time, it is all that the Kiwi can manage to slip his foot out under the bottom rope. The dangling foot catches the official’s attention, and he stops short the pinfall. HaVoK takes his frustration out on the Jackass, lifting him to his feet and head-butting him straight in the head to send the Kiwi falling backward to the mat again. This time, Hayden lands in the center of the ring, and HaVoK once again sidles up for the pinfall. The second pinfall reaches the same conclusion as the first, this time with Hayden managing to roll up a single shoulder in order to break the count. HaVoK shakes his head, pulling at his hair in frustration at the Champ’s unwillingness to stay down. When he lifts Hayden to his feet again, he lifts him high, into a Crucifix position atop his shoulders. HaVoK signals for the end with a slow cut across his throat, receiving a rousing gaggle of booing for his efforts. As he prepares for his Crucifix Powerbomb finisher, Mr. Ansari and Sycho Sam look on intently. He lifts Hayden into the air, beginning the count-down to the end.

”Last nail to Coffin… Hayden is NOT going to kick out of this. Call it Fuzz… We have a new Champion.”

”HaVoK was always too strong, too much of a freak for the lightweight Kiwi to deal with.”

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Hayden is nearly half way though his descent to the depths when he reacts. He hooks his feet around HaVoK’s neck, using the big man’s own strength against him as he flips him over in a Hurricanrana. The unexpected reversal of HaVoK’s finisher sees the crowd rise to their feet, the big man falling back first to the canvas and Hayden HardKore landing safely on his hands and knees. With a smile that speaks of a thousand ways the Kiwi may have just escaped death, the GHW Legend takes off, not laboring over the bullet he had just dodged. Instead, he heads for the closest turnbuckle, leaping from the ring to the top in a single bound. Before HaVoK can react, Hayden is standing atop the tower, beckoning for the crowd to rise to their feet. Without so much as a second glance to line up his target, the veteran takes to the air. He launches himself backward, rotating around as he soars. As soon as he spots his downed opponent, Hayden rolls himself over in a barrel roll, the second movement of his fabled “Flying Kiwi”. He twists, he turns and when he finally comes back down to earth, the Kiwi lands plush across HaVoK’s chest in a picture perfect Swanton Bomb.

When the dust settles on Hayden’s rapid change in momentum, it sees the Kiwi turning the tides on his opponent. With the crowd roaring in approval, Hayden hooks the leg of his much larger opponent. Again, the referee slides into position, looking to count the pinfall for GHW’s Dual Champion hero.

”Scout THAT Mr. Ansari, faster than a hiccup. Hayden HardKore just took the best your boy had to give and sent him packing.”

”Twisting Swanton Moonsault… a.k.a the Flying Kiwi, a move that Hayden has not used in a while, and, well, this one looked like it was straight off a highlight reel.”

”Big deal, he used that in last year’s NeXuS… Remind me again how that turned out?”

”Indeed, your Champion showed his true colors. But until that hand touches the ground three times, this is not finished…”

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TBC HaVoK




OOC: ok, can you guys delete the OOC please, it's gonna take away from the match. Thanks for clearing up my question though.