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Post by Ryan Hughes on May 22, 2011 17:39:29 GMT -5
Finally you pull yourself from the cage, a man along with you, whom minutes ago were pummeling back-and-forth with seems a whole lot more like a friend than an enemy. You kneel on what is a 40-by-40 foot platform that is essentially the roofs of the Stage 1 cages, this flooring made of three layers of chain link fence and framing -a near cheesegrater if you lost your step while running. The platform is encompassed in ten-foot high fencing, the side closest and furthest away from the aisle is intertwined with barbedwire to congratulate you on your performance...also to avoid from any "accidental" falls that would occur. Placed against the walls are a total six ladders at a height of ten feet tall out of steel framing and aluminum rungs, these will come in handy for the next ascent...to the ring above you. This ring is centered over the Stage 2 platform, a small hatch that hangs open on each side of it's cage meant for the four of you to get into. Now, that means that half will contend for the coveted NeXuS Trophy, the other half will end their night, quite possibly in ER. Therefore, to decide who will be physically able, two stacks of folded tables have been provided in opposite corners of this platform ready for your use -just drag one where you want it and set it, and you're good! Also, to keep you from risking a nasty splinter (because those are a bitch, am I right?), there is also four more weapon cans stationed similar to the previous round. Otherwise, your fists should provide necessary defense until you can wrap your mitts around a chair or two. So wipe your blood away from your eyes, and take this short moment to heal your wounds, because in mere moments you will go at it again for a chance to cement your name in GHW Legacy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rules and Guidelines:1) 6,000 character post limit for the sake that there's eight of you and I’m feeling slightly generous now. 2) Let everyone get in one post, after that, it's a free-for-all. I'll give you until Thursday or so to get your post in, then I'll let you all go free and fight whenever you want. 3) Reservations no longer than 6 hours, if you're stuck waiting, post your reserve and that will be good until a 6 hour-mark after the previous post's completion/expiry. 5) I'll shut this stage down on about the Sunday night – Monday morning mark, I know it'd be a little tough to judge time, but I figure you'll be paced enough to get plenty of action in. I will be more specific later in the week Good luck to you all, because trust me, you will need it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hayden HardKore vs. Metal Dragon vs. Dominik Santiago vs. Wolverina vs. Desperado vs. Jerry Nate vs. Spike Steel vs. Dustin Delta TBC (Yes, I am keeping the “elevated stage two” system from last year, because it worked very well. )
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Post by Dustin Delta on May 22, 2011 17:51:27 GMT -5
Spike "Balls of" Steel stands in the center of the elevated Phase Two ring, his eyes hungrily excited. Seven other superstars who have just toiled seemingly ceaselessly in the bloody cells below now climb the chain-link walls that enclose him. A lust for blood rushes through him as his eyes shift from each of the superstars. The first man over the raised mew's wall is the Lord of the Flies himself, Dominik Santiago. Spike's yearning stare transitions suddenly to a darkened glare, shining with determination. Santiago pulls himself up onto the top of the cage wall, rising to his feet as he runs a hand through his hair, staring down at the set and rehearsed Spike Steel. The Assassin takes a deep breath and takes a leap of faith to what lies directly below him--the squared circle's ropes. Using the uppermost ropes as a springboard, he does a front flip and half of a second, completing a four-hundred and fifty degree rotation. Spike reacts as fast as he can, jumping up and grabbing the Hollywood Heretic out of mid-air and bringing him down to the canvas with a pain-inducing Reverse STO. The New Zealand Nihilist drops from the cage’s wall, landing safely on the canvas behind Steel, who gazes down on the fallen body of Dominik Santiago. Hayden sleuths up to the Wyoming native, and floats over him, locking his head and bringing him down onto Santiago’s downed frame with a DDT. HardKore jumps back up to a vertical base, proud with himself as he plants down Steel on Dominik. His pride is short-lived, though, as Desperado enters the elevated structure of chaos. The Brooklynite Knight’s cold stare hits the Jackass, who’s head flies up and their eyes lock. The Kiwi daringly runs at the Deadly and Dangerous Deviant, who steps forward and doubles himself over. Hayden doesn’t react quickly enough, and Desperado is able to perform the elegantly pulverizing Olympic Slam, brutally dumping the New Age Champion on the mat. Wolverina, the People’s Princess herself, hops down to the third rope, and in a fashion similar to Santiago’s attack, springboards off. Her attempt at a Lou Thesz Press is spoiled when Desperado grapples her out of her airborne disposition and bringing her down with a spontaneous snap suplex. The audience pops wildly as the cold and calculated predator rises back up, an adrenaline rush running rampantly through his blood. The New York Native turns around to find Jerry Nate, facing him down. He does not realize that Nate is but a distraction, as the Floridian Falcon comes flying down from the cage’s top, soaring down and connecting with a devastating Dragonrana, planting Desperado with no mercy.
“It seems that Jerry Nate and Dustin Delta have formed a bit of a team! They’re the only ones standing and they aren’t at each other’s throats!”
“They’re both specialists in hardcore environments! Masters of the deathmatch! They go together perfectly, and if they work together, then they may just make it to the finals of this match-up!”
Delta kips up, breathing heavily and bleeding from the mouth from the battle in the cages below. Jerry smiles sadistically, and the two meet with a handshake. As soon as their hands disconnect, they begin pounding down and brutalizing their opponents. The Nebraskan Nonconformist throws an unending series of closed fists into the head of Hayden HardKore, whilst Double D takes on Desperado with a blunt punt to the skull. With malicious intent, the Human Fighter Jet locks his arm around the neck of the Strife Slayer, pulling him to one of the provided ladders in the ring and placing his head on one of the rungs of the ladder, his teeth on the top of the cylindrical step. The Everglades Exemplar calls for the Havoc-Wreaker. Jerry stands in wait as Dustin runs the ropes behind him. Off the rebound, he runs to Nate, who propels him up as he dropkicks the back of the Brooklynite Knight’s head. The crowd watches, bothered, as they almost hear the teeth crack and break. The Deathmatch Duo doesn’t stay strong for very long, as Wolverina reaches and grips the ankle of Nate, pulling him down as he falls flat on his face. Dustin falls back, crashing to the canvas, unable to stop Wolverina as she rises back to a vertical base.
Several other fallen superstars stir and rise; Dominik Santiago and Spike “Balls of” Steel quickly pull themselves together and make it up to their feet. They don’t have much time to tend to their wounds or relax, as the fighting begins almost immediately. Dominik launches a haymaker into the temple of the Testicular Tempest, who responds with a gut kick. Grabbing the Lord of the Flies by the collar and tights, Spike Steel circles around and then tosses Santiago into the barb-wire embroidered cage wall. As he falls, Spike catches the Assassin and delivers an awful Spinebuster to his adversary. The Cody Native drives an elbow into the chest of Santiago and begins barraging him with a variety of strikes. While those two brawl, the Christian Cutie begins to attack Double D, dropping a knee into the torso of the Innovative Incarnate. Dustin writhes in agony, but the Cutie-Pie Cornhusker shows no remorse as he puts him right into an ankle lock, wrenching his ankle with all her might. The Floridian Falcon reaches for the ropes, but there are no rope breaks in a match like this. Jerry Nate pulls himself up and stares down Wolverina, furious, but he’s caught off guard by the New Age Champion himself, who hits the Nebraskan with a spinning heel kick to the face.
“So much carnage and chaos ensuing in this match! In round one, superstars only have to put up with five other superstars. Now, they must worry about seven!”
“I’ve won this match, Al. I’ve gone through it all. The worst is yet to come. The finals are the most severe part of this fight. More focused and directed attacks. Sure, it’s hard to fight through the semifinal, but the finals are torturous.”
“Oh my god, guys…Look at Desperado. He’s bleeding drastically from the mouth. That was a devious attack that Dustin did. And just like it’s victim, it was dangerous and deadly…Eh, too bad for him. GOOD LUCK NEXT YEAR, FAILURE!”
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Post by Wolverina on May 22, 2011 21:15:57 GMT -5
Inconspicuous by his absence is Metal Dragon, who arrives late to the party, perhaps still weighted down by the excessive alcohol and tobacco use that's plagued his life. The Tennessean takes one look at the clusterf***k that has already become Phase Two and forgoes any attempt to join in the bedlam. Instead he makes a mad dash to the nearest ladder and pulls it into use, placing it accordingly just as he'd done in neXus pasts. He passes the first few rungs easy enough, no problems, everyone is busy pummeling somebody. The Man of Golden words, or God to some, finds a sense of amusement at his lucky ascent so early on, and traverses upward a little more. Not too far from MD's location is Jerry Nate sprawled out on the chain link that serves as the canvas for this portion of the contest, Hayden on top of him in the full mount. The knuckle sandwiches being force fed to the Nebraskan Nonconformist rain down with a different kind of fury, Jerry had made vile eyes at Hayden's lovely lady and the New Age Champion will certainly have none of that.
Speaking of the Kiwi's future wife, she holds onto the Ankle Lock for dear life as Double D continues to buck wildly, eventually using his strength advantage over her to roll himself forward, coercing Haven into an involuntary flip. In doing so, she loses her control over him and scrambles back to her feet to restore it, only to have her plans turned against her. Delta under-hooks her coming in and, for once, enjoys superiority in strength to heave her up and over with a big Belly-to-Belly. Somehow Wolverina's body doesn't hit any of the other warriors battling around them as she descends helplessly, free-falling without a chute. Her broken and mauled frame meets the linked flooring with great impetus, emitting a dreadful sound that causes concern among the on looking patrons, and draws the attention and ire of New Zealand's favorite son. The Jackass stands up to make a path toward Dustin, but gets wrapped up at the legs by the man he'd just wrecked, and the distraction is all that is needed for the Human Fighter Jet to launch a strike, a Twin Patella Facebuster being the arsenal employed to crumble the consummate champion.
"And the team of Dustin and Jerry remain dominant in the early going here. They are on to something great right now, and if they keep it up without getting greedy, they'll both be up there in the hallowed final stage." "Agreed. So far they are proving to be the two smartest men in this phase, and if nobody forms some kind of a team to quell them, they're gonna be unstoppable." "But you also know as well as I do that alliances like this never really work. They may for a bit, but never all the way through. Well, I mean maybe Wolfie and Hayden might since they are in love with each other. But the rest? Only time will tell."
Across from them, an aggrieved Desperado forces himself up, his vision and other senses distorted, his body protesting mightily against his unwavering volition. The New Yorker grabs at his pained brain-case that still hurts from the punt kick and other blows delivered to it already, but through it all he braves it and overcomes, surveying the scene around him. What he finds to his right is the Jerry and DD combo putting the proverbial screws to GHW's only power couple, Haven and Hayden. Over to his left he sees that Dominik had finally got tired of getting his butt handed to him by the rookie Spike Steel, and had turned the tide, catapulting the Testicle Blessed new-comer into the fenced bulwark. Lastly, his determined gaze rested skyward at the climbing Stone Orchard alumni member. The Deadly and Dangerous One mulls over his options, refusing to get into a haste of things after learning from the four bad experiences in the past. After cruelly disposing of the Cody resident, Santiago darts his head back and forth as if paranoid, or a tweaking crackhead, seeking to dispense with the next sad soul to cross his path. And then it happens, Metal Dragon and Dominik Santiago lock eyes, bringing in a epic stare down that conjures up memories from their battles of yore.
The vociferous fans place their undivided attention on the two men, the noise level in the venue peaking at a all time high. No words need spoken, just action, and so it shall be done. Picking up a Singapore Cane from the weapons cache nearby, the Assassin takes to the rungs of the ladder, speedily closing the gap between himself and the personal demon he intends to exorcise tonight. From on high, his own little Mount Olympus, God in the form of Metal Dragon watches fearlessly as Dom swings the weapon with more hatred and velocity than at any time previously, right at his head. But the Man of Golden Words simply spits out a huge wad of his chew-bacci at just the right time, the contents splattering into the Assassin's eyes and mouth, burning the areas and prompting him to loosen the grip on the weapon. Dragon takes it from him, like candy from a baby, and wallops his unruly nemesis with it until it breaks apart and is no longer usable. From there, MD discards it and grabs a fistful of the Californian's tresses, pulling him up to him and looping an arm around his head. The Tennessean drapes one of Dom's arms over him then grabs a handful of tights, before powerfully lifting his antagonist into the Suplex position. In mid apex, as MD is to release him and possibly vanquish him from the match altogether, Santiago twists his body and wiggles free with just enough time to grab hold of Dragon's head. As he falls, MD comes with him, both of them plummeting hard and fast onto the meat grinder of a floor.
"God, Matt, you better hold me back. It's stuff like this that makes me wanna jump right in there and just go wild." "MD and Dom alone, anywhere and anytime, is an instant classic, and what you just saw is exactly why. They could've just as easily dealt a truce and been the first two up and in, but no, they went at each other. That is the very personification of a great rivalry." "All of this for a trophy. Not even for an actual title awarded tonight. Amazing."
The ungodly sound of the impact, and the subsequent gnashed teeth cries of agony, brings a sudden halt to the festivities in Phase Two, every set of oculars falling onto the morbid sight of the two heaps of humanity strewn there, destroyed, martyrs for whatever cause they hold claim to. But much like a car wreck, the rubber-necking comes and goes and it's back to business in the caged fortification. Desperado, having slickly remained out of sight and out of mind, wisely slithers toward the ladder as Team Deez Nuts and Double D finish up their audacious assault on Haven and Hayden. The Revolutionary is now the one finding amusement at his luck. With each slow, progressive step, he can not believe he might just get to the next level without taking much damage nor having to give out much either. And the recuperation he'd get would be invaluable. But those things only happen in your dreams, as Despy finds out real quick upon spotting DD and Jerry heading his way, with their heads and eyes looking over at Spike, not him. But, still, you can never be too sure of what might play out, so the Deadly and Dangerous One takes wing and buries the two unsuspecting trophy hopefuls with a Flying Crossbody.
TBCB:
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Post by Psychotic Circus on May 23, 2011 5:08:34 GMT -5
The Midwest Bar Brawler and the Floridian Jet Fighter land smack dab on their cabooses in stereo from Despy's high flying barrage. Rising up, the Revolutionary looks down at Deez Nutz and Falcons incorporated as they wither in pain, dieing off like roses in the Nebraskan sun. Passing gazes like a crazed dictator, Despy contemplates the carnage laid out in front of him. The Princess and her Kiwi Prince were down yet not out, Metal Dragon was making Dominic his personal whipping boy like so many times in the past and Spike was just laying on the ground like the ol' fart he was. The Cody aboriginal could of easily vaulted back on top of his ladder and claimed his seat in the final quickening, but pride is a dangerous thing to a man of such high prestiges like Despy and he opts to rejoin the battle. He strolls causally passed the fallen corpses, even had time to pick up a whackem' stick along the way before coming up to the heels of Dominick and Metal Dragon. With dull eyes glazed over by the pain tingling through his arms and up his spine, Despy slowly raises the kendo stick's handle up to his ear at a slant and waits to see the whites in someone's eye before firing. The Lord of the Flies was the unlucky bastard in the mix this time, having been groggily fighting off his former oppressor after their tumble off the ladder, Dom was not alert to the situation at hand, last thing he knew Dragon had moved his head to the side and down over his shoulder came a piece of wood slapping against his dome with authority.
"It's high time for a revolution. Desperado is taking no prisoners here tonight."
"I don't get it, what stopped him from climbing that ladder and cementing his place in the third round?"
"You're not a fighter, Fuzz. You just don't understand what it means to these men to earn their spot up their."
While Despy was mopping up the two grease stains, Jerry was just getting up from his pain induced slumber. Mr. Satisfying erects himself once again in spectacular form from the steel grating, and slaps Double D back to attention. The smack talking duo was together again and scoping for their chance, they're met with weak resistance from The Bald Headed Princess as she tries to avenge her Kiwi loving lover. Wolverina knocks across Jerry's barrel chest with an empty trashcan, sending her neighbor to the south back a few paces with a look of awe on his face. Dustin steps in between the two Nebraskans and takes ahold of Wolfie, his arms slip up underneath her shoulders as Jerry swats away the trash can from her hands. The Kiwi Prince was still down, Mr. Satisfying had time to extract some revenge for his fallen master. The teachings of the Time Killer filled Jerry's head, he wasn't the bad guy, but he still owed his lively hood to the most evil man to ever grace a GHW ring. Haven is wrestled down to her knees by the Floridian Falcon, he holds her arms into the air as his weight hunkers down against the swell of her back.
Jerry undoes his belt for an unprecedented fifth time tonight, the buckle is clenched in his God-Busting fist while the leather slinks to the ground. Mr. Satisfying, with all his newly acquired scars and fresh mental wounds, gazes at the Jackass who resisted his trainer, waiting for a sign of life while he goose steps behind the crouched over She-Wolf. Patience was something the Nebraskan Playboy didn't have much of today, the leather belt is cocked back and with the skill of a dark ages torturer, the cowhide is snapped against Wolverina's rump. "mmmmm...I mean, HAYDEN!" Wolfie screams out for her personal fortress, all according to Jerry's plan, he wanted Hayden awake to see what he was about to do to her, so he needed this piggy to SQUEAL! A gob of cocoa dyed saliva blusters past Jerry's lips and splashes onto Haven's forehead, Jerry slaps it all around her face. The Bald Cutie cries for her Kiwi to stand and fend off the student of her personal Satan, Hayden was no where near getting up at this point, the old man was beyond even Centrum Silver's help right now. Jerry looks his captive directly into her bejeweled eyes, Haven tries to look away but a slap across the cheek snaps her attention back to him. With glassed over eyes, Jerry encases the belt around his hand, neatly placing the pin of the buckle between two fingers to lock it snuggly against his fist. Dustin raises the Bald One up against her will, Haven struggles with the Falcon's clutch as he makes her elevate to her fate.
"How can Jerry be doing this? He was supposed to be Jaggeroth's one good student!"
"He has no good students, they're all programmed to do his bidding, no matter how nice they seem."
Mr. Satisfying marches backwards, his loaded fist dangled to the side with regret for what he was about to do. In his mind he drew a little X between Wolfie's bosoms, Dustin was holding the struggling Heroine and begging for Jerry to hurry. The 10:15 to A-cup-ville took off down the track, Jerry was almost down range, his fist lifted and was about to make contact.*WHAM!* Mr. Satisfying's head cracked back, his entire body folded like a house of cards caught in a draft. Spike Steel stood above his ballsy nemesis with the now dented trash can Wolverina tried bashing against the Natester before. Dustin lets go of the Baldy Christian, he tries to take away the can from Spike but Hayden's Princess still had fight left in her and skips forward and gets her foot acquainted with Dustin's nutsack. As Falcon tower falls to the ground, Satisfying Inc. was getting up to his feet. Jerry situated between Spike and Wolfy, his anger was trying to push Spike away but turned to Haven for nut-capping his partner. Spike drops Jerry's trow as the young lion turned to Wolfie, the Satisfying One tried to block the inevitable but Wolfie's feet were just a smidge faster than his fist.
"MASHED BANGERS!"
"Yeah, Jag used to say she knew how to attack a penis. Unfortunately, I never got that far."
"What?"
TBCB: Whoever.
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Post by Desperado on May 23, 2011 8:19:25 GMT -5
Desperado stood above his two fallen rivals. The two men he had fought against so competitively over the last four years were now laid out by his feet, at his mercy. The King of New York wasn’t one to show such generosity. Not to the men that he considered his arch rivals. This was either him or them. Considering Dom had already taken a fair beating at the hands of the Metallic One, Desperado devoted his attention to his assailant. Just as the crowd were to witness Metal Dragon get beat down at the hands of the revolutionist, Desperado’s ears caught the sound of the assault that was taking place behind him. Haven had just put her fellow Nebraskan into a state of bother by taking out his family jewels. Double D had also experienced a similar fate. Just went to show, chicks with kicks are not to be fucked with. Wolverina however, held little to no importance to Desperado; it was the man that had come to her aid that Desperado was interested.
Having warned Mr. Balls during the prize draw for the nexus bye, Desperado was looking to keep his promise. This was against everything Desperado believed in. Nobody should be allowed to reach the final stage of the nexus without having experienced the harsh reality that nexus was. For Desperado, Spike had come thus far on the back of a carriage and hadn’t earned his spot in the second phase of nexus, despite the fact he defeated many hopefuls on Tuesday night to do so. With the Singapore cane still in hand, Desperado left MD in what could be classed as merciful act as he strutted over to Spike Balls.
The number one target on Desperado’s radar was not aware of his predator’s whereabouts, much like the night of his victory but this time Desperado had no intention of catching him off guard. This was all about making him witness what happens to those who think taking the easy path would gain them success. “Oi, small balls! How about you stop playing with girls and drag your ass over here. Despy’s got a present for you.”
The 42 year-old turned to face his much younger challenger and a smile escape his lips as he anticipated the incoming Despy. Although Desperado was far fitter than the 287-pounder, Spike Steel knew when it came to dealing with pain, he was far more experienced. The Yankee was given a shock as his powerfully aimed horizontally aimed strike was blocked by Spike with nothing but his hands, clasping around it and stopping it in its place.
“Desperado’s kendo was stopped in its tracks by Spike Steel. He’s got quite a bit of ‘balls’ to take that shot to his hands and hold on.”
“Spike may be fairly new to GHW, he is far more experienced than Desperado when it comes to life and wrestling.”
“Let’s not forget though, Desperado career started in this nexus cage and year after year, he has held that position as one of the highest ranked competitors in this business.”
With both man having both their hands placed on either end of the wooden weapon, it became a battle of strength and grip and although Desperado attempted to hold on, the damage in his wrists wouldn’t allow him to battle Spike on the level he knew he was capable off. His hands lost their clutch around the kendo stick leaving him without a weapon and defenceless before the oldest man in the nexus structure. Having walked in with such arrogance, the ever so cocky Desperado swallowed his pride and began back pedal as ‘Steel Balls’ began to corner him into the chain-linked fence. With nowhere left to run, Desperado braced himself as Spike struck the wooden stick into his waist. But just as the blow struck, Desperado right arm was thrown forward in the form of a straight, catching Spike firmly, just below the eye. It was one of those moments where you take and you give. Having experienced such fights on the streets of Brooklyn where he was raised, Desperado was ready to go out fighting, whether it meant not making it through to the final round. A pissed off Spike began to dish out the punishment like one of those crazed, cane-wielding, head-masters of the past. Sting after purple sting was lined on the flesh of the revolutionist but every hit he took, he threw one back at the old man who was now covered in bruises himself. Each punch thrown by Desperado was aimed precisely at Spike’s face and he caught him each time his body felt the wounding of the weapon. But it was Desperado who finally buckled after his legs gave way to the constant bombardment. Dropping to his knees before his adversary, it seemed Desperado’s lights were about to be put out. However, before Spike to could bring his final judgement on the nexus choker, Desperado threw his head forward, head-butting Spike’s very balls he so highly praised. Desperado' desperation caused the Wyoming Warrior’s final attack to miss its intended target, missing Despy’s head but striking his back instead. Both men fell to the ground respectively.
“Despy just tested out Spike’s balls. I don’t think they’re made of steel if you ask me. Cause if they are, Despy’s head must be in a whole lot of pain.”
“When it comes to being gutsy, Despy is ranked as highly as anybody else I know. This was a good contest between the two.”
“I think we should turn our attention to the man that is hunting down every piece of gold GHW has to offer. I’m talking about Hayden Hardkore who is getting ready to give Wolfy a hand in setting up the ladder. It looks like the two love-birds plan on making it to the final stage of nexus hand in hand.”
“Not if Dom and MD decide to put their differences aside and work together in taking both the love-birds out.”
Metal Dragon took one look at Dom who had also found the ground beneath his feet and then toward Hayden and Haven half-way up the 17 foot ladder. The red-neck lowered his head and dashed forward at a speed so fast, Santiago didn’t have a chance to dodge. The lord of flies crashed back first into the ladder. Both the Queen of Extreme and Mr Hardkore didn’t have a chance to escape the fate that lay before them. The ladder toppled; Haven lost her footing but threw her hand forward to take Hayden’s but there was little the Kiwi Jackass could do as he found himself floating through the air watching the woman he loved fall upon the cold platform floor, her eyes closing upon contact. His own body followed right after, crashing into the ground and pain exploded through him but his eyes remained open. Dom lay trapped beneath the ladder that had managed to land on top of him. The man who had caused it all, remained on all fours, a huge smile spread across his face as he marvelled at the damage his one single attack had caused.
“Talk about killing two birds with one stone.”
“That’s three birds with one stone considering Dominik got taken out in the whole equation as well. Boy does Rob know how to throw on a show.”
“I thought Dom was the stone he threw. Hahaha…”
With the nest of the two love-birds toppled, the stone used broken and the field clear of any complications; GHW’s Dragon knew he wouldn’t find a more perfect set-up. Lifting the ladder off the limp body of his antagonist, the second half of Stone Orchard threw forth his foot into the face of Dom just to make sure the bastard stayed down.
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Post by TPK on May 23, 2011 9:32:27 GMT -5
The Metallic Mastermind slowly begins his ascent towards the next stage of the match up, unknown to him however, one of the middle rungs had been coated with sweat upon impact with one of the other people it had been used to brutalize. MD, not seeing anyone moving to cut him off at the moment, quickens his pace towards the top, but his foot slips on the sweat and he flies from the ladder, his back meeting steel mesh with a sickening clang.
"Oh wow, Metal Dragon was well on his way to the next stage. Not sure what happened, but it looks like he slipped and fell."
"And that's why they don't call YOU a Genius. Of course he slipped, but this is Metal fucking Dragon. Slipping isn't going to stop this man."
Meanwhile Steel and Despy have both started pulling themselves up, Spike being the much fresher man in the match is up first. Desperado, not to be outdone by his adversary, is close behind. A tense stare-down ensues, both men slowly begin to circle, adrenaline is pumping and tension is running high. The Perennial Final Four member and The Cody Carnivore suddenly dart for one another, the crowd pops as they lock up and engage in an epic struggle. The collar and elbow tie up rages on, neither man gaining much of an advantage, out of nowhere Jerry Nate is flung by Dustin Delta into the two men cramming them both sideways into the barbed wire lined wall of the cage.
"Was that team work, or was that an offensive move by Delta? Either way, it gives Steel and Desperado something to think about."
"Look, once Despy has his mind set on a target, he goes after it. Mark my words, he isn't done with Spike Steel, not by a long shot."
"That's very true, but at the same time he knows Spike isn't the only guy in this match. Who knows, as unlikely as it sounds maybe Steel and Desperado form a union of their own. Doubt it'd last long at all, but you never know."
Mr. Satisfying struts cockily away from the two men he'd just caused to spill into the barbed wire siding of the cage, he takes his place next to Delta, and the two men slap hands. Spike and Desperado peel themselves away from the cage wall, barbs viciously rip at their flesh and clothing. Luckily for them, Haven and Hayden caught the eyes of The Falconer and Deez Nutz. Picking right back up where they left off, Steel and Despy go right back at it, they both begin to throw punches at one another. Blow, after blow, after blow lands, The Revolutionary and Balls of Steel rip into each other at a blistering pace. In the end it's Desperado who ends up in the advantageous position, with Steel trying to catch his breath, Desperado grabs a chunk of his hair and presses his face forcefully into the sharp barbs. Spike's yells fill the arena, as Desperado begins to grate his head back and forth. Trickles of blood begin to pour down his face as Desperado yells at him, asking him if how he felt about his "Free Pass" now.
"Spike may be fresher, but from this vantage point it looks like Desperado is the dominating force."
"Dominating is an understatement, Desperado is making Spike his bitch."
While Spike is being manhandled by Desperado, Delta and Nate are working Hayden over. Wolverina lays a foot or so away, here eyes glazed over looking up at the pretty lights above. Delta holds Hayden's arms behind his back, while Jerry Nate who is now wearing a pair of brass knuckles, begins working Hayden's body with a series of vicious blows. Out of nowhere Dom clocks Delta in the back of the head with a hubcap, Delta falls forward freeing Hayden who immediately tackles Jerry Nate, Nate's back hits the mesh. Hayden uses the flooring as a weapon, lifting Jerry's head and smashing it downward over and over again as a "Hardkore" chant starts up. The Lord of the Flies stands tall over Delta, hubcap still in hand. Santiago scans the environment looking for his next victim. He catches MD leaning back against a ladder just waiting for anyone daring enough to test him, a smile creeps across Dom's face as he turns to face his long time foe. MD happily pushes away from the ladder, and advances towards The Assassin Dom swipes at MD with the metallic ring, but Dragon leans out of the way avoiding contact narrowly. Dragon follows up by grabbing at the hubcap himself, a struggle begins for possession. MD decides brawn isn't going to win this battle, so he uses his brains and releases the ring as Dom pulls away, the hubcap flies back and drills into The Assassin's face knocking him to the ground.
"That's gotta smart, hubcap to the dome isn't exactly a great feeling. Props to Dragon for being strategic."
"I didn't see that coming, and apparently neither did Dom Santiago. Metal Dragon proving he's really wanting to win it all this year."
"If neXus' past have taught you anything, it's that anyone, at anytime can take the win. This match will test your will, and if you are strong enough to pass that test you could very well find yourself king of the neXus mountain."
TBC
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Post by Metal Dragon on May 23, 2011 20:41:14 GMT -5
Metal Dragon follows Dom's descent, not wanting to give up on having control of the hubcap. After taking it from the ground next to the dazed Santiago's head, MD shrugs his shoulders and drops down with the car part held forward, slamming it into the Hollywood Assassin's face for good measure. The Nashvillian tosses the weapon aside and turns around. Desperado, Hayden, and Metal Dragon, three GHW veterans and familiar foes, now all stand tall. Knowing the alliance that Desperado and MD reformed recently, Hayden backs away, fortunately into a trash can full of weapons. The Jackass grabs the first thing he sees, that being a purple-headed Swiffer Sweeper. Knowing that the cloth end works well on dirt, but not on Fighty fighty persons, Double H immediately swings for the fences with the butt-end of the household cleaning tool. Dragon takes a shot from it, knocking him back, but Desperado grabs the futuristic broom and kicks Hayden in the stomach to gain control of the weapon. The doubled-over Kiwi is then subject to a smack from the Swiffer, which is immediately discarded as its second victim drops to the concrete. Meanwhile, a recovered Wolverina has seen the man she perhaps hates most in GHW stumbling around after taking a weapon shot, and jumps high in the air. The Christian Cutie puts her legs on both sides of MD's head and leans back, flipping back while the Metallic One is sent forward in a somersault.
"Well, I bet he enjoyed that until he was flipped forward."
"Hurricanrana from Haven Cassady after that Swiffer shot! Who knew housekeeping items could be so edgy and violent?"
"Are you referring to the broom or Wolverina?"
Jerry Nate has grabbed a chair covered in thumbtacks from the concrete next to a trash can, and clutching one of the commentators' signature tools of destruction, he seeks out any heads worthy of it. A groggy Dustin Delta, who is just getting up, is the first recipient of a vertical swing, which sends the Floridian back down to the floor of phase 2. Moving through the concrete and steel purgatory, Jerry finds Spike Steel also getting up from the beating he recently received. The chair also hits him, and for now, Nutz reign over Balls. However, once Nate turns around, he is greeted by a swift kick to Deez Nutz from Haven, making Doze Nutz less satisfying for a brief period of time while also causing great pain. Wolverina takes the thumbtack chair from Jerry Nate without hesitation and turns it on him, knocking Nate to the concrete surface in a daze.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
The Nebraskan turns around only for Hayden Hardkore to grab the tack chair, snatching it from the unwary Wolfie's hands. Hayden dodges the reactionary swing from the Queen of the Deathmatch and ends up on the other side of the befuddled Cassady. Living up to his name, Hardkore puts the tack chair on Wolverina's forehead after she turns and headbutts the steel chair, knocking the Midwestern beauty to the floor. Hayden smirks, then holds the chair forward and slips one leg through his arms, which then rests on top of the weapon. New Zealand's Biggest Jackass then throws his other leg out, sitting down in midair and dropping the tack chair onto Wolfie's midsection. Desperado has gotten up and is waiting for his chance to strike, but unknown to him, so has Dominik Santiago. Hayden rises to his feet and looks for another target to assault, immediately running into the locked arms of the Technical Tornado, who looks the same way that the Kiwi does. Both men fall downward, Hayden's face being driven into the concrete floor of the brutal NeXuS structure. Full of adrenaline, Desperado still fails to notice the looming Assassin, who awaits him turning the right way. The second that Despy faces Dom, the Californian jumps and wraps his arms around the head of the Brooklyn native, performing the same fall that his victim did just a moment ago.
"DKO to Hayden and then an SKO to Desperado! Dominik Santiago is standing tall!"
"That was Cutterlicious!"
Dom and the rejuvenated Jerry Nate then rush to the nearest ladders, which just so happen to stand side-by-side. As they begin climbing, three men begin to recover: Delta, Steel, and Dragon. The Man of Golden Words sees how quickly both men are ascending, and just out of egotistical desire to make it to Phase 3 the first, he makes his way up the ladder that Santiago is climbing. Hayden, Despy, and Wolfie all stir on the hard surface of the platform, the last of the three mentioned beginning to stir. Step by step, Jerry Nate and Dominik Santiago shoot glances at one another while climbing their ladders. Dustin and Spike look at each other, then the ladder. The Deathmatch Majesty points at Jerry's ladder, to which the Ballsy Fighty fighty person nods in agreement, knowing exactly what the Floridian is thinking. At the top of the ladder, Nate and Santiago begin swinging fists at each other. A few blows are exchanged between each man, softening both of the competitors up. Once Metal Dragon reaches his long-time rival, he puts his head between the ignorant Assassin's legs and leans back. Dom and MD, in yet another snapshot moment of their many memorable battles, plummet to the concrete back-first. Just as the Electric Chair Drop by Dragon hits ground zero, Delta and Spike grab opposite sides of the ladder that Jerry Nate stands on. The Man With the Nutz sees Phase 3 grow further away, then begins to panic as he realizes that he is falling backward. Jerry crashes to the hard surface of the second stage just a couple of seconds after MD and Dom do.
"OH MY GOD! THREE MEN WERE JUST TAKEN OUT HARD!"
"That concrete sucks, trust me."
"What Matt said. Jerry, MD, and Dom are gonna be down for a while."
Haven stands up to the side of all of the carnage, soaking in what she just saw while Dustin and Spike recover from the throw they just performed.
TBC
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Post by Ryan Hughes on May 25, 2011 16:10:04 GMT -5
Seeing as there is no sign of Hayden or Dom reserving, I'm going ahead and calling it open season. Anyone can post now.
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Post by Wolverina on May 25, 2011 20:10:07 GMT -5
The unlikely team of Delta and Spike abandon their plans against one another and adjust the ladder so that they may journey North to Stage 3, each man figuring the other would not be much of a threat in the next round anyway. Peering on from across the holler, Wolverina continues to soak things in, but only for a short time. Ms. Cassady snaps out of her trance and refocuses, grabbing a nearby ladder and setting it up so that she can begin an unfettered ascent all by herself. Luckily for the plethora of downed combatants on the surface, the climb Wolfie, Dustin, and Spike are commencing is painstakingly slow, it'd take forever and a day before they'd ever reach the top. Such lethargy gives Desperado enough time to make it up and over to the ladder the People's Princess is on, yet chooses to climb up the other side in lieu of putting Wolfie down and out. The two share a mutual nod of understanding, they'd been through enough already and needed to get to Phrase 3 to recoup and wage war all over again. Unfortunately, Jerry Nate comes to and staggers frantically to Haven's location, looking to put a hamper on her quest. The Queen of Deathmatches looks down in time to spot him, and leaps down and away from his swiping hand. Landing harmlessly on the chain linked flooring, the People's Princes turns back to reverse the tide on him, only to find that Mr. Nutz is already bearing down on her like a runaway train, fist cocked way back with trademark belt wrapped around it. The Cutest of the Cute has no time to move, when suddenly Hayden launches himself in front of the blow at the last second, taking the horrendous shot flush in the chest.
"SHOTGUN PUNCH!" "What the hell? Why did Hayden just sacrifice himself like that? Didn't he just virtually backstab Haven awhile ago?" "Because he loves her, Ryan. Sure, he may have gotten caught up in the heat of the match earlier, but love will make you do things like what we just saw"
The power of the god killing strike knocks down Haven also, causing HardKore to wind up cradled in her arms. Such a sacrifice grants him forgiveness, and as he looks up at her with dimming vision, he shakily points to Stage 3, wheezing out an awwww worthy word....
".... Champion"
Haven chokes back a tear and gets up, now with a burning fury in her eyes. Mr. Satisfying is already heading back to her with another Shotgun Punch on its way, and lets loose with it. Nothing. His feet betray him, sending him tumbling forward and smack dab into the barbed wire wall, the eloquent Drop Toe Hold by Wolfie having been excellently executed at the right time. Meanwhile, across the way, GodDragon and Dominik have made it to their feet, and half walk half stumble to the nearest rungs of glory they can find, which happens to be the one Delta and Steel are half way up. Instead of simply pushing it over, the two legends decide to work harder not smarter and begin to trudge up it from opposite sides. The added weight and movement on the ladder alerts the two already occupying it, sending them into alarm mode as they look down and identify the sources. MD and the Assassin get a second or third wind and move with great haste over each rung, until they are at their targets heels. Of course, they also eat a few soles along the way, but weather it and prove to be thinking alike as they Headbutt each man in the jewel sack, ending any rebuttals. From there, the Man of Golden Words places his head between the Floridian's legs to prep for the same Electric Chair that'd worked so well before. Cheating off of Metal Dragon is Dominik, who does the exact same thing to the Ballsy Blitzkrieg. The two long time rivals share a oneupsman type gaze, each hoping to outdo the other at the expense of their beaten and broken victims.
But Delta Dawg's momma didn't raise no fool. The Human Fighter Jet elbow pelts Dragon's head as he's about to be deposited unceremoniously, which rattles the Nashvillian, and that's all the room Double D needs. Griping tight on Metal Dragon's head with his legs, the Deathmatch Majesty snaps south into a downturn, ripping the Tennessean off the ladder and into a reverse (or backward) Somersault. As Dragon plunges to the cheese grateresque surface, Dominik takes note and adjusts his plans, so that Mr. Steel Balls doesn't pull off any Delta-like shenanigans. Jumping off the rungs with Spike in tow, the Californicator transitions his body forward and splays out his legs in a sit out position, turning the would be Electric Chair plummet into a modified bad ass looking "Glam Slam" type move.
"Holy hell what are we witnessing here? The tempo is becoming faster and faster, and more deadly. Dustin with that Reverse Hurricanrana from the ladder, and Dominik with that, whatever that was. How much more can any of these men take?" "Oh, plenty, trust me. This is just the tip of the iceberg." "That was back to back genius moves by Delta and Dominik. But this may have opened up the window for others to take advantage."
For a moment the Revolutionary, now a better way up his stairway to immortality , is caught up being a spectator rather than a competitor as he takes in the remarkable carnage below him. But, meh, it's short lived and he carries on. The Falcon emerges from his breathtaking move and stands tall, but the all too familiar gun shot sound of a murderous chair shot makes him crane his head. His brows shoot skyward at the very unladylike sight of Wolverina hunkering over a downed Jerry Nate. She's holding a Thumbtack chair in her hand and, as Delta looks down, he sees that another chair has been placed on the hand that deals out those devastating Shotgun Punches. The Christian Cutie brings the chair down again, con-chair-to'ing the vaunted hand and rendering it useless, at least too useless to dish out another one of those special punches. Deez Nutz spasms as though he'd been visited by a sudden bout of epilepsy, but no mercy is found for him, not in Wolverina's heart. Wary of Nate being possibly ambidextrous, The PG-!3 Princess rifles a hard shot onto Jerry's other hand, forcing the man up to his feet with a desperate and girlish scream belting from his vocals. Like a scalded dog, Mr. Satisfying scurries away from his cute tormentor, as she gives chase behind him.
Ever the opportunist one, Dustin chimes in with a lethal Spin Wheel Kick that propels the chair back into the Cutie Corn Husker's visage, knocking her flat to the ground. Unknown to him, however, the Kiwi had rummaged around and acquired Jerry's belt, and had fitted it around his fist. Double D celebrates one second, then gets WHAMMERED in the kisser by Hayden's combination Knockout Punch/Shotgun Punch variation. DD flutters to the floor gracefully and "asleep". Next up is Jerry Nate, but the hot pursuit comes to a screeching halt as Santiago's maniacal roar trumps all:
"Okay you miscreants, you want it rough? I'M RELOADED!"
TAT!TAT!TAT!..... TAT!TAT!TAT!.... TAT!TAT!TAT!
The less than lethal projectiles, shot out at lighting speed from the barrel of the gun Dom had found tucked away in the cache, cut through the terse atmosphere with menacing force. MD, Dustin, Hayden, Spike, Wolfie, and Jerry all become walk-by-shooting victims, the searing pain jolting through their somas too brutal for any mortal to bear. The fans extol the deplorable action, which only motivates him to carry on. The recipients of the Assassin's wrath finally succumb to the sweltering and unheard of offense, and lie hurting and barely moving along the linked flooring. All except Despy, of course. Speaking of which, Santiago takes a quick count and realizes he is missing one. Spinning around to put the final touch on his spree of macabre, the Californian is rocketed backward by the Deadly and Dangerous One, who had launched a daring preemptive Flying Missile Dropkick from atop his perch.
"Who the hell does Dominik think he is? There could've been chlorine in that gun! Haven't we learned enough from Phase One?" "I don't think Dom gives a damn what was in it, and I wouldn't either. It's dog eat dog in there. Come on, Ryan, you know this." "Both of you hush for a minute and look at this replay. Look at Desperado, absolutely amazing."
The replay shows on the tron, eliciting a roar from GHW's clientele.
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Post by Hayden on May 26, 2011 6:31:20 GMT -5
The scene had turned to chaos, once again. As the bodies lay groaning and aching atop the roof of the four-ringed cage, true carnage that is NeXuS is revealed. Six of the eight men are doubled over, welts forming over exposed chests and backs from their “gunshot” wounds. Santiago, the shooter, had himself been leveled out with a Missile Dropkick that threatened to drive him straight through the caged floor of their playground. For his troubles, the wire mesh floor slices open a nice gash that runs from the top to the bottom of his back, his flesh being torn by a stray piece of metal. With his high risk offense paying dividends, Desperado is the first to his feet, wincing in pain as he ponders all of the reasons why he jumped and didn’t continue climbing to the raised platform, and the glory that awaits. Being the first of the rabble to rise, Despy has the added advantage of being able to choose his opponent. His decision is almost made for him as two ‘drive-by’ victims soon manage to turn their attention back to the match. As both Hayden and MD drag themselves to their feet, each using a section of the cage wall to aid their ascent to a vertical base, the legendary trio come face to face. With the crowd threatening to riot at any moment through their blood-lust, and the noise reaching fever pitch, Hayden HardKore, Metal Dragon and Desperado each glare at the other, goading their opponents into the first move. ”I was wondering how long it would be until we got to this very moment. All three of these men have history both fighting with each other and against each other. They know each other as best as any person in the business.”
”This inevitable skirmish could have a large say in who progresses and who is eliminated.”
”Or all three of these has-beens could take each other out and leave the floor open for some new blood. Just like Hayden rolling over and passing on the torch to myself last year, he is going to buckle again tonight” [/center] As luck would have it, the trio all maneuverer themselves within arms reach of a weapon cache. As each man looks to shift the odds slightly in his own favor, all three fish around for a weapon as destructive and potentially painful as they can find. The Revolutionary Desperado is first to unsheathe his weapon from the trashcan container, pulling out a length of steel piping, about the length of a baseball bat. The piping is cut off at the edge, leaving a sharp jagged end on it, the jagged shards of steel glinting in the light as the wielder brandishes it from hand to hand. Hayden and Metal Dragon draw their respective weapons at virtually the same time. Dragon lifts a long rubber mallet out of the trash, about the size of a sledgehammer, but with a solid ball of rubber on the end instead of the traditional blade. Hayden manages to crack a smile as he pulls his own item out of the cache, an old, blood stained steel ball and a long length of chain. Hayden proceeds to wrap the chain around his fist to keep it in place while Desperado closes in on Metal Dragon. Desperado’s first swing of the pipe is blocked by the shaft of Dragon’s Mallet, but the larger, lumbersome object wielded by the Metallic One is too awkward to move around in time to block the second, front on strike. Desp drives the end of the pipe straight into Dragon’s chest, as if he were stabbing his long time rival in the depths of a dark alley at night. Dragon cries out in pain, a cry that is soon doubled as Hayden blindsides Desperado with a swipe of his trusty Ball’n’Chain, knocking the once Revolution Leader into the side wall of the cage in the process. ”How in the hell did that end up in one of the trashcans?”
”And how in the hell did it end up in Hayden’s trashcan… Call that luck of the draw”
”Call it what you will, Hayden capitalized on that little get together, Metal Dragon ended up being skewered with a metal pipe and Desperado ended up looking like a church in Christchurch as that wrecking ball hit him.” [/center] As Hayden readies to continue the momentum his Ball’n’Chain flail had given him, the remainder of the combatants in the match were beginning to come to. It doesn’t take Spike Steel and Jerry Nate long to find each other, both men winding up almost next to each other after the drive-by. Jerry is hit first, Spike making no bones about his intentions as he grabs Jerry by the back of his head and drives his own skull to meet Nate’s. The head-butt is repeated four times, each one increasing in brutality and intensity. When “Balls of Steel” finally lets his groggy opponent go, Nate’s knees virtually buckle beneath him, but somehow the tough Corn Husker manages to stay on his feet. Shaking his head at the newcomer’s defiance, Steel steps on once more, taking the Head-butt position to continue his assault. Instead, he licks his chops, before taking to Jerry’s forehead with his own teeth, trying to bite the flesh clean off his opponent’s skull. Nate’s voice cries out in a mixture of panic and agony as Spike Steel continues to chow down on his forehead. ”That’s the spirit… Have a break and a snack!”
”Spike Steel is… he’s… Biting Jerry Nate’s head. He is trying to physically eat his opponent’s brain!”
”You have been watching too many of those scary movies Fuzz. Just a little nibble, never hurt anybody… Well except Nate.” [/center] Steel does not have much time to continue his meal, as he is soon rudely interrupted by both Wolverina and Dusting Delta. The pair appear on either side of the big man and proceed to drop Steel to the ground with a Bell Clap, both Wolfie and DD slamming their palm across Steel’s ears to throw off his equilibrium. He is then escorted toward the cage wall, where the unlikely pairing of Haven and Delta drive him skull first into the unforgiving cage wall. With Spike disposed of, the pair return to reality, realizing their disgusting cooperation. They make it up to each other and the fans by locking horns without a moments hesitation, then proceed to drag each other about the ring, knocking over a half full trashcan and scattering weapons about the cage floor. The larger objects (the ones that didn’t fall through the holes in the ground) lie menacingly on the roof of the underground cells, waiting to claim a body falling on top of them. One thumbtack riddled chair in particular appears to have Wolverina’s name written on it, as Delta manages to get the better of her, hoisting her up and flipping her end over end in his patented Divine Comedy. Wolverina’s pretty face is driven directly into the waiting thumbtacks, much to the horror of the fans who rise to voice their disapproval of Haven’s demise. The scene around Dusting begins to change, with Dominik Santiago recuperating enough to drag himself to his feet, wincing in pain from a Missile Dropkick to the head and a back that had been split open atop the floor of the cage as a result. Sensing a disturbance in the force, DD spins around, just in time to catch a fist in the mouth, Santiago’s rebuttal to his earlier frustration. Across the ring, as he does so, Hayden’s Ball’n’Chain catches the shaft of MD’s Sledgehammer Mallet. With a yank, the weapon comes free, leaving Metal Dragon unarmed, but the Kiwi exposed momentarily. So many questions hang in the balance, and so many answers seem to be merely around the corner. ”The cat is amongst the pigeons, ripping those bloody birds to shreds. How many times this match can turn itself up on its head, I dunno…” [/center] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Think I went a little over, Missed the initial round of this due to meetings at work, so fair is fair.
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Post by Dominik Santiago on May 26, 2011 14:56:37 GMT -5
The four pugnacious combatants, drenched in blood and sweat commence their next moves in the Nexus chess game, with Dominik continuing his assault on Dustin Delta, and Metal Dragon seizing the moment against the Kiwi-Legend. The Assassin coerces Delta into a doubled over position following an enervating knee strike, allowing him to take the young superstar off his proverbial high horse. Having grabbed his adversary by the trunks, the Assassin grits his teeth and narrows his cold blooded eyes before hurling the former King of Deathmatches into the unforgiving steel wall. Just as Santiago had disposed of his foe, his arch rival had done the same, taking the Undisputed Champion off his feet with a short-arm lariat. It’s not long before Dragon and Santiago realize the situation, simultaneously turning to one another and quickly beginning an infamous punching-spree. Fury induced haymakers and flesh wrenching chops flying every way, creating bedlam in the arena in the process. Just as MD was beginning to acquire the upperhand, the Assassin suddenly tilts the momentum in his favor, leaping forward with his knee, maliciously driving it into the Tennessean’s solar plexus, nearly splitting him in half due to the authoritative force. With the air stripped from the redneck’s lungs, the Lord of the Flies quickly grapples his most documented nemesis by the head before sliding his elbow up and under. Saliva, blood, and pride go cascading down Dragon’s digestive system as the Californian belts him with a vicious European Uppercut, whilst sending the GHW Triple Crowd winner to the chain-link supinely.
Ryan Hughes: “Santiago is in the drivers seat… make your predictions now!.” Matt Oliveira: “The ego of the Assassin will likely cause him to squander this opportunity…” Colin Jennings: “In laymen’s terms, his license is about to be revoked folks!”
Despite the three commentators being critical of his performance, the Assassin slowly plods toward a ladder, learning the error of his ways from the previous Deathmatches. After quickly setting it up beneath the ceiling hatch, the Hollywood born superstar begins ascending, his actions intimating his desire to be one step closer to realizing a dream and fulfilling his aspirations. His progress is suddenly precluded however, as Desperado grasps onto the foot of the Lord of the Flies. Marked by both desperation and urgency, Santiago begins kicking at the Stone Orchard alumni, but his efforts to free himself of Despy’s maniacal clutches are to no avail. The former EVPW Imperial Champion quickly drives his fist into his foe’s hamstring, causing his body to recoil in the process, whilst causing Dominik to lose his stability. As the winds of change gust through the arena, Desperado soon finds himself in total control of Santiago’s destiny as he forces Dom to lose his footing. The Television Champion ends upside down, hanging precariously from the ladder as his leg is dangerously wrapped around the nearest rung.
With Santiago immobilized and vulnerable, Despy reacquaints himself with his steel pipe which lies beside him, beckoning the New Yorker to increase his brutality, With a twinkle of malignance in his eyes, the vindictive Desperado winds up before swinging his weapon. The crimson mask of the suspended Californian contorts into a grimace, while his cry of pain reverberates throughout the GHW arena. A sadistic smile etches across Despy’s face, as he connects for a second and third time, battering the abdominal region of the former New Age Champion like a boxer to a punching bag. Burying the air deep into his lungs, Despy takes a moment to gloat, as the helpless Assassin slips from the ladder and crashes to the chain-link.
“He was beating the Assassin like an egg!” “More like using him as a personal piñata!” “What is this Matt…one-upmanship?!!” “Hey, I remember that promo!’ Desperado’s tenure as the lone man standing proves tentative, as Jerry Nate and Spike Steel begin to stir. As the two novices to the Nexus playground regain a vertical base, Despy charges at them, laying into Nate with a series of stiff shots that send him stumbling back, before plunging the cracked end of his pipe into the gut of Steel, looking to spill his guts out all over the demonic structure. With Steel groggy, Desperado quickly relinquishes his pipe before twisting his body and lunging at his opponent’s head. Spike Steel narrowly avoids the DKO, quickly sliding his head free of Despy’s clutches and exhibiting his elusiveness. Attempting to create some distance between he and the thrice finalist, Steel shoves Despy forward, causing the former tag champion to collide with the cage wall. As the Revolutionary rebounds from the wall’s embrace, Nate and Steel both move into position, simultaneously crouching and demonstrating an unlikely cohesion. In a sudden turn of events, both men have Desperado by the leg and begin hoisting him into the air. Not too long after reaching the peak of his ascension, Desperado is unceremoniously plummets back down to square one, as his body clashes into the chain-link with a tremendous impact.
“How do you like your pancakes guys, thin or thick?” “I certainly don’t want mine bloodied and bruised!” “Than I guess you’ll pass on the human Flapjack that is Desperado!”
The synchronized attack from Nate and Steel proved dividends; both men rise to their feet, unchallenged and sensing no imminent threats. The two lock eyes on another, before both realize the feat they could accomplish by being the first men to reach the final phase. Their alliance shows signs of a possible longevity as they nod in agreement. But just as Steel turned to the ladder, Nate quickly buried the knife in his back. The belligerent Jerry Nate quickly drove Steel’s head into one of the ladder rung. With Spike dizzied and leaned over, Nate quickly jerked him by the hair before violently bending his body, sending to the chain-link. Moving with haste in the moment of insistency, Nate begins climbing up the ladder. Just as his goal of reaching the third phase neared closer, Metal Dragon and Hayden Hardkore finally begin to recuperate. The first to spring into action is the Metallic One who swings around to the other side of the ladder before beginning his pursuit of Nate who closes in on the top. Nate and Dragon begin unloading on each other with a barrage of rights and lefts, each man seeming like a modern day Picasso, plastering crimson across their counterpart’s facial canvas. As the two continue what seems to be a tireless slugfest, Hayden suddenly makes his way up the ladder, intending to join the epic struggle as he climbs up Dragon side. Hardkore makes his presence felt with a stiff elbow to MD's side, making room for him on the Dragon's rung before leveling Nate with a thunderous right hand that almost sends Jerry off the ladder. The Kiwi Legend, knowing well he won't have a chance to climb through the hatch, decides to spoil Nate's opportunity. The New Zealander quickly throws Jerry's arm over his shoulder after sliding his head in his armpit. After coming to, Metal Dragon follows suit. With the roaring crowd screaming vociferously in approval, MD and Hayden fall from the ladder, dragging Nate with them.
The through superstars slam into the chain-line spine first, with the force of their landing causing the ladder to tilt over.
"DOUBLE SUPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER! "That just changed the dynamic of this contest." "This one is turning out to be an instant classic folks!"
TBCB
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Post by Dustin Delta on May 26, 2011 15:46:17 GMT -5
Metal Dragon and Hayden HardKore hit the mat just as hard as Jerry Nate, suffering a good amount of recoil from the devastatingly pernicious concrete. Jerry screams with alarming volume, grinding his teeth as the searing pain runs through him. Dragon holds his back, arching in agony, as does the Kiwi. Across the ring, superstars law sprawled out upon the concrete platform which, itself, is covered in the superstar’s crimson red blood. Despite his ruptured spine, Metal Dragon reaches out to the nearest ladder and uses the rungs to slowly pull himself up. Simultaneously on the other side of the ring, Dustin Delta steadily rises to a vertical base with a torturous glare in his eyes, focusing on the Living Legend across from him. The Tennessean Tequila-Addict’s head pops up, almost instinctively, and he turns around to meet the cold gaze of Double D. The GHW Triple Crown Champion laughs a bit to himself, mouthing words of arrogance.
“What a pushover.”
Expressing his overconfidence even more so, Dragon takes a step forward and opens his arms, leaving himself wide open for a metaphorical bombing from the Human Fighter Jet. With a cogent and analytical sneer written on his profile, Delta executes a dastardly clever course of action. Delta Dawg steps away, getting as far back into the corner as he can. Taking a deep breath, the Everglades Exemplar moves with a spontaneous dash, closing in on Metal Dragon with his target locked. The Nashville Inebriate moves his arms in and reaches out as the swiftly-moving Blitz draws nearer. Grabbing the Deathmatch Majesty by his sides, he tosses the small-framed adversary up and over, hijacking the Human Fighter Jet and forcing him to crash and burn. The ever resourceful Double D, though, uses his aerodynamic stature to turn the one hundred and eighty degree flip into a full rotation, and he is able to catch himself using the rungs of the ladder that stands tall behind Metal Dragon. The crowd responds with jeers of shock and awe, and the self-centered and somewhat intoxicated Metal Dragon of course believes it to be for him, whilst meanwhile, he is unaware of Dustin’s quick ascent behind him.
“What a display of airborne acrobatics by this young man! He was definitely an underdog—it’s his first year in GHW and his first NeXuS deathmatch, but he made it through to Phase 2, and he’s proving why he deserves to be here!”
“Well, his teacher did win the match a year prior, it’s only natural that he makes it to the trophy this year. Who’s going to beat him? Wolverina? HA! Tacks in the face. Desperado? HA! He’s never good enough. Face it. Dustin is the future.”
“And you’re saying this because he’s talented?”
“Yes, and he’s talented because I taught him.”
Dustin reaches up as far as he can, grabbing the highest rung possible. He ascends with great speed, trying to advance to Phase Three, the finals. Metal Dragon is discontent, not hearing a deafening impact upon the cold steel meeting his victim’s body. He turns around, somewhat puzzled, and he looks up in surprise as Delta reaches for the platform that would host the checkmate of the proverbial Chess game that NeXuS is. Not allowing this to happen, Metal Dragon climbs the ladder, able to reach higher rungs due to his larger frame, and he catches up to the Floridian Falcon immediately. They both end up next to each other, one hand and one foot each on the ladder, as they begin to exchange blows.
Meanwhile, down on the canvas below, Desperado comes to, his eyes opening and dilating as he returns to his head, but stays out of his right mind. His vision gravitates to the action above the ring, reigning high in the skies over him. Metal Dragon quickly seizes control, delivering his infamous Dragon Rush combination, the quick series of kicks. Dustin retaliates swiftly, grabbing Metal Dragon and leaping off the tall, steel ladder to deliver a Skydive STO. The calculating and methodical Desperado leaps up into the air as the two superstars cascade down into the puddles of blood below, and the New Yorker locks his arms around the former King of Deathmatches and brings him down to the mat with a destructive DKO, which also completes Delta’s Skydive STO as both Metal Dragon and Dustin Delta may have been taken out of the match by Despy, who the crowd bursts out in cheers for.
“Whoop-dee-freaking-do! He can jump and catch, he’s such a talent. Pfft.”
“…Despite Ryan’s quite snarky and sarcastic remarks, that was amazing timing and precision on Desperado’s part! I think a lot of the columnists in Pro Wrestling Illustrated and the Wrestling Inquirer may be right! This may be Despy’s year!”
Desperado looks around him, chest heaving as a rush of adrenaline pumps through his frosty bloodstream. Just as he thinks it’s time for him to seize the moment and solidify his place in the finals of the legendary war game that NeXuS has been established as, he realizes Wolverina and Dominik Santiago are reaching their feet, but they’re somewhat in a daze. Desperado acts quickly, laying down by a ladder, acting as if he’s been injured, as Wolfie and Dominik rise and come to. The People’s Princess takes the opportunity, running at Santiago and connecting with a Shining Wizard. The Lord of the Flies refuses to stay down long, as he kips back up almost instantly and enters a tie-up with the Christian Cutie, as they struggle to overpower one another. The Brooklynite Knight has become a faded image in the background of the deathmatch’s cruel, bloody-red painting, and he slips silently to his feet and climbs the ladder stealthily, going unnoticed by all except the GHW faithful.
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Post by Hayden on May 27, 2011 0:14:04 GMT -5
Desperado eyes up the top of the ladder, the ring above seeming so close-yet so, so far away. His eyes twinkle as he realizes that he has slipped beneath the radar. Eyes in the crowd watch him climb, stepping his way over Spike Steel’s body, “Balls of Steel” cursing and swearing as he does so, desperately trying to pull his head out from in between two rungs of the ladder. As quickly as his aching and exhausted body will allow, Desperado climbs the fabled NeXuS ladder for what he hopes to be the last time tonight. Underneath him, the lone standing figures of Wolverina and Dominik Santiago continue to battle away. Haven holds her own against the “Lord of the Flies”, the pair proceeding to dance about the top of the cell like an eternal tango. Their dance soon takes them in the vicinity of the ladder that Desperado is standing on. Santiago, using his advantage in strength, pushes Wolverina into the side of the ladder, trying to drive her back first into the steel. Up above them, they hear a yelp. As Desperado reaches out for the bottom of the ring, the ladder underneath him shifts, toppling over sideways. Desperately, the Revolutionary lumps, making a last ditch attempt to grab one of the rungs hanging from the bottom of the final ring. His fingertips graze the steel of the ring, coming oh so close before gravity catches up with him, much like a Wiley E. Coyote cartoon. With another yell, Desperado falls, the ladder launching him sideways toward the edge of the imposing NeXuS structure. Despy hits the side wall of the cage with force, his momentum thankfully being stopped short of plummeting straight down to the unforgiving arena floor two levels and some thirty or more feet below. However, the second snag in his immediate plans becomes immediately evident, as Desperado winds hung up in the wall of the cage, one leg and one arm hooked around a reel of barbed wire, cutting its way into his flesh as Desperado cries out in agony once more. ”Desperado could feel the final stage, and he was through…”
”Thems the brakes Fuzz… Neither Santiago nor Wolverina had any idea he was even up the ladder, let alone how close he was to advancing. It was sheer luck that they bumped the ladder, and sheer bad luck that Desperado finds himself tangled in barbed wire some ten feet above the floor of their current tier.”
”Well, boo-hoo. Let him keep crying out in pain, all the more fun to go around for every body else.” With bodies still strewn from one end of the cell to the other, the match begins to thin itself out. Dustin Delta and Metal Dragon both lie face down, their bodies bruised and battered, unmoving and lifeless after their earlier fall from grace. Hayden is in the process of finding his feet, shaking the cobwebs out of his head as he does so. Similarly too, Spike Steel turns to face his enemies, the toppling of Desperado’s ladder managing to free his head like butter inside a pair of tight leather pants. With Santiago proceeding to bludgeon his lady among the carnage of a discarded ladder, Hayden leaps into action. Santiago is doing his best to re-arrange the Christian Cutie’s face, driving him brutally hard left and right fists as Wolverina screams out in protest. The crowd share their disapproval of Santiago’s bully tactics, but soon change their tune as the Jackass comes riding in on his white horse to save the day. A simple shoulder charge knocks Santiago off balance and creates the opening for more opportunities. Santiago does his best to defend himself from Hayden’s surprise attack, but his feet as swept out from under him for his troubles, sending him crashing down to the mat, his head bouncing off an upright trashcan in the process. The steel canister echoes out as it meets Santiago’s skull, like a badly tuned cymbal. Santiago winds up lying on the roof of the cage, the empty trashcan falling over his head. Hayden wastes little time in beating about the bush. With Spike Steel licking his lips and eager to get back into the action, Hayden takes off across the ring. He backs up enough to get up a good head of steam, then proceeds to charge at Santiago and the waiting trashcan that rests on his head. Hayden screams in at full pace, aiming a Yakuza Kick that nearly doubles the trashcan over in two. The trashcan manages to wrap itself around Dominik’s head like a steel balaclava, the Assassin’s skull taking a battering from Hayden’s brutal punt. Seeing the funny side of things, Spike “Balls of” Steel comes to Hayden’s side. The pair set aside their differences, if but only for a moment, taking part in a hearty round of ‘Punt the Trashcan’. Santiago’s grunts of pain soon stop entirely, leaving an eerie, lifeless sound to follow each thudding kick that the men bury. By the time Wolverina comes to, her assailant is lying in a discarded, lifeless pile against the cage wall. Around her, business had returned to normal, with Hayden and Spike Steel turning the fun against each other, exchanging a flurry of blows between the pair, each trying to best the other man. ”Dominik Santiago committed the cardinal sin and was punished for it.”
”What, hitting a lady… repeatedly?”
”No, turning your back on Hayden HardKore. It is like inviting the pesky little man in. He might as well have worn a sign on his back that said ‘Stab me’!”
”Pfft… Yeah. All hail king Jackass…” [/center] Wolverina staggers to her feet, testing her jaw and touching her bruised face as she does so. Clearly, nobody is exempt from the beating that is NeXuS. As she assesses the injury, a figure across the way from her rears its ugly head. Jerry Nate is also finding his way to a vertical base, clutching the small of his back as he does so and wincing heavily. Still, Metal Dragon and Dustin Delta lie in the same position they had been left, neither moving a muscle, save for the shallow rise and fall of their chests that accompany each painful breath. The match had taken its toll on every player, man, woman or psycho… NeXuS five would be a match that nobody would forget in a hurry. TBC
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Post by Wolverina on May 27, 2011 7:20:31 GMT -5
Inspecting the scene around her, the Title Queen chooses to aide her one and only someone, Hayden HardKore, verses traveling up a ladder or dealing with the nuisance that is Jerry Nate. As she closes in, the dastardly Ballsy One not only rakes the Kiwi's eyes, he nut punts him with vigor also, imploding the Jackass. Furious over this, Haven nabs the first thing she can find from the nearby can, and quickens her pace to them. Ironically enough, the weapon she brandishes and dopops Steel with is a wooden rolling pin wrapped in not only barbed wire, but also pre-glued on tacks, nails, and other assorted sharp things that make you go ouch. The item, meant for use in the kitchen only, rains down on Spike like a torrential downpour, sending him stumbling away and throwing his arms up to fend off the onslaught.
Like a banny rooster, the People's Princess, cut and torn and caked in hemoglobin, comically chases her prey round and round in a circle, eliciting more than a few chuckles from the patrons. Ms. Cassady finally just slings it at him like a 100 MPH Nolan Ryan fastball, ending the silly chase. The Testicle Titan's body barely hits the floor and Wolfie is all over him, mounting him with the rolling pin clutched in her hands again. This time Steel has no defense as she takes to his face, mistaking it for dough needing to be smoothed out. Up and down she rolls it at a manic pace, heartlessly slicing and dicing the mug of the man from Wyoming. The fans in the stands scream out for more blood, demanding it, turning the scene into something reminiscent of the Roman Coliseum. They are her people, and so shall their will be done.
"Just what I figured. The woman has no idea how to use a kitchen instrument, she's not domesticated. I hope Hayden is willing to scarf down TV Dinners for the rest of his life. I can't believe you and the crew trained this chick." "What the..? I've never had sex with the woman at all, by myself or with mult-" "I think he was referring to teaching her how to wrestle. This connection Haven and Hayden have is so inspiring, they're all about saving each other. It'll be interesting to see it play out in the last stage."
During all of this, Dustin and Draggles had painfully surged up to a stand, albeit it woozy in nature, at roughly the same time. It's MD that strikes first though. In a weird twist of fate, the Tennessean keeps with the kitchen theme currently going on and smashes a rickety looking jumbo microwave onto Delta's noggin. The bottom of the cooking device breaks, sending DD's head into the section meant for heating up pizza rolls and burritos. Miraculously, the fighter jet that happens to be human still stands, swaying back and forth on loopy legs. Never one to pass up on the fun stuff, Dragon opens the microwave's door and peers in at Double D's busted face and crossed eyes. With a smirk, the Man of Golden Words speaks.
"Make yourself useful. Warm up my knuckle sandwich, bitch."
KAPOW!
The nothing fancy, straight to the face jab, fist rapes the Human Fighter Jet's handsome face, sending him to the ground in a dilapidated heap. With his mission complete, and all others either down or preoccupied playing save-my-lover, the Egotistical One makes doggone sure no other ladders are standing before he selfishly takes to his own personal one. As he goes up, Desperado falls down from his sickening entrapment above, only gaining a once over from the Orchard alumni, who pauses for a moment then shrugs and returns to his ascension. Not too far from him is the Assassin, who thrashes and jerks about hectically, removing the warped trash receptacle from himself after battling with it for some time.
"Thank God Desperado finally tugged himself free. I dunno how he did, but my hat's off to him." "It may not be all that better though, he splattered on the floor like a bug does a windshield. A part of me feels bad for him, damn." "And a part of me doesn't, while the other part doesn't even more. Suck it up, Despy. THIS! IS! NEXUS!"
Jerry Nate, having smartly opted out of retaliating against the Whore of Babylon earlier, has regrouped enough for vengeance and surreptitiously approaches the femme fatale from behind, enjoying the view. Without warning, the beloved woman is plucked up and spun around, the tool of her trade yanked from her rudely. Mr. Satisfying minces no words and goes right to bizzness, keeping his pimp hand strong by bitch-slapping her across the face threescore times, all the way to the wire grate floor. As he does as he pleases, somewhere in the bowels of Boston, Silky Smooth the Streetwise Pimp watches using an illegal stream, and beams with pride. A crestfallen feeling consumes the people as the offense looks to be turning even worse. Jerry turns the kitchen utensil straight up and down, then forces it into the tantalizingly moist and bloodied cavern that is Haven's mouth.
From there, he begins plunging it up and down in a motion that could be misconstrued for sexual innuendo, the sharp points slicing open the insides of her mouth. Wolverina fights with valor but it's fruitless against the odds now, and as her Nebraskan counterpart kicks it into second gear, she begins to gag and can feel vomit on its way. This is all too familiar for the man that has satisfied many women, so he leaves the tool in place and straightens up. In a call to "deep throat" the weapon down her gullet, Nate swiftly raises his foot into the air for a super stomp that isn't to come. Jerry is lifted up and over fast, sent away into the wall of the chain-n-wire prison by a German Suplex issued not by Hayden, but by Desperado.
"DESPERADO SAVES THE DAY!" "I think that was more instinct than anything. He'd just gotten up and Nate was there." "And just like that, Nate wasn't. And Despy has fallen back down. Stop resting on your laurels, slacker."
The odd men out the last few minutes begin to stir. Delta Dawg frees himself from his confinement, while Spike Steel, well, he isn't alleviated of anything - he's still cut up and hurting like a son of a gun, but stirring. They crawl and wallow in the crimson sanguine fluid that is their own as well as 6 others around them, until each man reaches a weapon. It's actually the same weapon, one of the tables that hasn't been used. They clamber to to their feet, weakly fighting over it when they happen to spy the future bride and groom nearby. For the time being they disband their ill intent toward the other and discuss a bit of strategy that will put the table to good use. While the pair converses about the demise of GHW's Power Couple, Dominik comes back into the fray with a outlandishly long salt dipped cat o' nine tails whip.
Yearning to get the last laugh, and not at all wanting to face MD of all people in the final round, the Assassin goes to work lashing up and often with the terrifying weapon. The GodDragon's flesh is welted and split almost immediately, bringing Dom's antagonist to a standstill. The additive of salt naturally ten folds the misery, swirling his system into haywire, yet somehow the tough Tennessean hangs on. Almost to the top, MD'll be damned if he falls from grace now. Desperado objects to that notion, though. Having summoned up about all the staying power he has left, the Revolutionary falls forward against the ladder and pushes with all his might, much like Samson did the pillars of the Philistines Temple. It topples over, coercing MD into a uncontrollable flip that sends him down with truculent force straight through the table that had just been set up for use against the precious lovebirds of GHW. Spike and DD look stunned, then pissed about the rawbbery that just befell them.
tbc:
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Post by Desperado on May 27, 2011 13:48:16 GMT -5
“Fuck me! Talk about bad luck? What are the chances of falling off a ladder and ending up crashing through a table?”
“It just so happens that Despy has that golden touch. Anything he goes out to do gets accomplished in the most perfect set-up.”
“If that was the case, he should have won nexus every single time. Let’s count how many times he’s won? Err... Zero. Matt and I have both won it each ... and with our first attempts. Having lost FOUR times isn’t it obvious this guys getting nowhere.”
And it seemed Ryan’s words had quite the effect. Desperado slumped to the ground, exhausted and mentally deprived of any motivation. This was just like the time before and the time before and the time before that. It didn’t even matter if he reached the top anymore or not. He was too worn out to compete anymore. Nexus had broken him down; spirit, soul and body. There was nowhere to run anymore, nowhere to hide. Nothing to lose and nothing to achieve.
To his left, Hayden had secured the whip from the clutches of Dominik after nailing him down with a running hurricarana and was looking to use it himself only to have Jerry run in from behind and clobber the Kiwi down with the lid of a trash can. Haven didn’t even think twice as she looked to get revenge on the man who had caused her so much pain in this match. Her face was twisted into something horrific, as if a monster out of a horror flick. The blood-lust in her eyes was filled with intent for her nails dug into the back of the Nebraskan Warrior whilst her teeth burried into the flesh in his shoulders. Jerry let out a hideously loud scream that caused the more sensitive fans to cover their ears. With the Princess of Extreme not willing to let go, Mr Nutz began to back pedal as fast as his large feet would drag him until he threw himself into the left wall of the barbed-wired cage that enslaved them. The barbs rung into the tissue of the Christian cutie although she looked far from cute at the moment for her face was distorted in pain. She tried to scream but didn’t have enough energy to do so as she let loose her grip on Jerry, slumping to ground through fatigue. Her victim fell to the ground shortly after her, managing two further steps before he too felt his body lose feeling. The teeth and nails of the QotDM champion had left their marks on her fellow Nebraskan.
“I think all those kitchen jokes made Wolverina finally crack up.”
“Now I know where she got the name Wolverina from. She’s like a wild animal when she’s angry. Remind me never to get on the wrong side of her.”
“Its weaklings like Jerry Nate who allow girls like Haven to think too much of themselves. The name Wolverina is nothing but a take on the X-Men Character. I’m sure we all know that Nebraskan’s can’t really come up with anything original.”
With that story coming to an end, Desperado turned to his right, where the competing duet of Spike Steel and Dustin Delta were battling each other to take hold of the 17-foot ladder. With both sets of hands on the steel, it was a tug of war between them that lasted a while longer than expected due to their lethargic states, with the larger and more experienced of the two men finally coming out victorious in the battle. Desperado laughed to himself, laying flat on the ground, watching Spike knock the ladder into Delta’s jaw, knocking him out in the process. The ladder was set-up, Spike was climbing and Desperado remained in his position, trying to find the strength and will to get off his ass and stop the bastard. But it was no use. The body wouldn’t respond to any commands Desperado sent. It seemed his own muscles had started a rebellion against the revolutionary leader himself. The thought made Desperado chuckle once more. There was nothing more he could do in the position but laugh to himself. He looked around to see several others in the same position as he was. This is what stage two of the nexus could do to a Fighty fighty person; physically and mentally break you down. It was at that moment he saw something that he couldn’t believe. The hunger and passion of the man was more shocking than anything Desperado had seen for a long time. His long time rival and friend, the man who didn’t know when to back down and the one Despy had just sent through a table from a height of 17-feet was stirring. He was forcing himself to keep awake, fully aware that if he were to close his eyes now, the match would be over before he would see light through them again. The determination not to lose and the commitment to keep moving forward made Desperado realise what winning meant to him. Desperado wasn’t about to let MD show that he had more will-power than the bad-boy from Brooklyn.
Life found its way back into the cells in the Strife Slayer’s body. The goal ahead becoming more achievable with every response he got. Slowly and surely, his body began to feel fresh again as feeling returned to his very core. Before Desperado knew it, his legs were planted on the concrete flooring once again with his body vertical and his hands already placed on the ladder. His body had reacted so fast, it seemed Spike was stuck on pause or moving in reverse. Desperado began to climb right behind Spike, step-by-step in pursuit of the old hand. With cramp starting to creep into the old legs of Mr Steel, he couldn’t even attempt to kick Desperado off and before he knew it, Desperado had caught right up to him and for a moment, it even seemed the 4-time nexus finalist would actually climb right over Spike in this race. Desperado however had other plans. His hands grasped firmly around the shoulders of the veteran with his palms digging into blades of bone that held them up. In one swift manoeuvre, Desperado thrust his legs up in a spring like action, smashing them into place against the spine of Metal Balls, allowing his body to drop back in the process. The sudden shift in weight caused the Cody resident’s hands to lose their gripping on the cold ladder and with that he found himself falling through the air for a brief moment in time before landing forcefully onto his spine which was crushed by the knees of the man that had taken him down. Desperado’s own back felt as if it had shifted out of place in the process.
“Oooh, that was totally uncalled for. Doesn’t Desperado realise their bodies are at their limit now. To get off his feet just to pull off something like that is beyond my understanding.”
“It seems Desperado just received his second wind in this match-up and when that adrenaline starts pumping, the man upstairs stops thinking straight. You just go with instinct rather than tactic.”
“You can say that again Matt. These guys don’t have a clue what to do next. Not like many of them had a clue to begin with. The amount of damage these guys have taken is ridiculous. No sense in how to go about this whatsoever. At this rate do you think anybody will have anything left for phase three?”
“I highly doubt it Ry-“
“-That was a rhetorical question you dip-shit. It’s obvious none of these idiots will even make it past this round.”
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