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Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 18, 2011 9:39:06 GMT -5
'I Come from Money' by S-Preme hits the PA system, the crowd immediately cheering the Tyrant of Technique before he's even made his appearance. Millson keeps the baying wolves in the crowd waiting for a few seconds, before stepping onto the stage with a microphone and spreading his arms wide, his cocky and arrogant smile only garnering more attention from the Manchester population. Conspicuous by his absence is this man's father, Ian Millson, who usually accompanies his successor, but was banned from appearing in this contest fy FNC GM, Corrin Cobain.
An astoundingly good reaction for the Mighty Man here, in his home country.
Of course, most arenas would be cheering for Dow because of Millson's arrogance, but here in England, Millson's considered a massive star.
The Daddy's Boy strides down the ramp and reaches the star making ring, hopping briskly upto the apron and springboarding over the top rope, before climbing up the turnbuckles and raising his hands to a huge pop from the Brits in attendance. Millson steps down and positions himself in the middle of the ring, before speaking.
My name is Mighty Man Millson II. I weigh in at 235 lbs and I'm from Whitby, England. I am the Tyrant of Technique, the Ultimate Ego and the most successful Television champion of all time. I was trained by the legendary Jaggeroth and I was part of the most dominating faction on Friday Nights, The Wannabes. I have been in the ring with Metal Dragon, Hayden HardKore, Dustin Delta and of course, Manchester's own, Ryan Hughes.
The crowd cheer for their icon, and Millson lets out a smile, enjoying all the cheers he's getting in this match, before continuing.
Dow, while you've been tearing it up on Tuesday Nights, you've been impressing a few people, me included. You're a great Fighty fighty person, but you're not the smartest tool in the box. Granted, you're a tool, but not a smart one. While you've been risking life and limb trying to gain pointless victories just to get noticed in the company, I've been resting up, preparing for this match and it's going to show when I beat you within 10 minutes and don't even break a sweat. So I'll give you one last chance to get out of this match and leave England with all of your dignity still intact and your limbs still working to their full capacity? Get out here, rookie.
The crowd go full circle and relentlessly boo the music of Dow Jones, Millson's former protege, who steps out onto the stage without the now trademark burlap sack containing lottery winnings, Dow all business tonight. Dow holds up the microphone he has in his hand and adresses his former mentor as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Millson, I know you're a Ladder match specialist and I know that for once, the crowd aren't on my side, but I don't quit. Even in the face of impossible odds, I don't quit. Hell, you're not supposed to win the lottery, but I did it. So tonight, I'm going to ignore the crowd chanting for you and I'm going to ignore your Ladder match reputation. The only thing I'm going to do tonight is teach you a lesson that you've always deserved and climb that ladder to earn myself a New Age title shot that I know I deserve. Now, timekeeper, please start the match.
Jones throws the microphone away as the bell rings, beginning what is sure to be an amazing athletic contest.
TBC
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 19, 2011 11:49:24 GMT -5
As soon as the shrill clang of the ring bell begins to reverberate around the arena, both competitors start to circle each other, the time for talk now over. Dow and Millson circle for a few seconds and by mutual thought, both lurch forward and begin a tie-up, a rare technical moment in a Hardcore match like a Ladder match. Despite his height and weight advantage, Dow fights like an animal and resists the Daddy's Boy, both men remaining locked in the centre of the squared circle, desperately trying to gain an early advantage over the other. Seeing the futility of their ways, both athletes let go of their opponent and stare at each other, sharing a few more verbal exchanges, before Millson steps forward and gets into the face of the Bostonian. Having taken enough verbal abuse from the Ultimate Ego from his time in The Wannabes, Dow's tolerance dissapears and DJ gives the cocky youngster a quick slap across the mouth, startling Triple M and eliciting major league boos from the partisan crowd. Not wanting to let up, Jones runs at Millson and throws a right hand at MMM II, throwing Millson's head backwards with the pure impact, following up with two more rights that put the Daddy's Boy on the ropes. Jones grabs Millson's left arm and tries to whip him to the opposite wires, only for Millson to spin throught and instead whip Dow into the aforementioned ropes, ducking down for an attempted Backdrop as the Hardcore Icon hits the three implements.
Using all of his experience, Dow sees the Backdrop before Millson's even attempted it and has already thought of a counter, cradling Millson's head and dropping back-first to the mat upon return from the ropes, spiking the Whitby Wonder's head to the mat. Some less biased segments of the crowd applaud the action, but most give Dow all the heat they can, but with a focus on the New Age title shot that he gets if he wins the match, DJ ignores them. Jones decides that the best plan of action is to win this match early, so he slides to the outside and picks up one of many ladders circling the ring, before sliding it into the ring and picking it up again as he sees Millson begin to get to his feet, using the ropes for a little bit of added leverage. Like a pantomime, the fans try to warn Millson of the impending danger behind him, but as he groggily turns to face his opponent, the Hardcore Icon lives up to his moniker and rams the ladder into Millson's sternum, dragging the Daddy's Boy to his knees. Not content with that, Jones lifts the ladder higher into the air and drags it down across Millson's back, flooring the youngster.
Dow's starting this match at a ferocious pace, which is probably the right choice given Millson's stamina.
Something you'd know about, Fuzz.
Seeing an opportunity to end the match quickly, Dow kicks the Ultimate Ego out of the way and positions the ladder underneath the mock title that both men want to reach, the crowd urging their fellow countryman to reach his feet and stop the Bostonian. Dow begins his ascent once satisfied with the situation and the positioning of the ladder and manages to get three quarters of the way up the ladder before reaching for the title, only to realise he's slightly too far away. In the time it takes for DJ to register this and take a few more steps up the ladder rungs, Millson is back to his feet, albeit slightly dazed, the Daddy's Boy halting the Boston Brawler's climb with a clubbing blow to the back. Millson then steps onto the second rung of the ladder to make sure he can fully reach his opponent, before wrapping his arms around the back and waist of Jones. Knowing what's coming, the Mancunian support start to voice their happiness in the forms of cheers, Millson not taking his eyes of Dow or playing to the crowd, instead throwing himself backwards and dragging the Boston Brawler down to the canvas with him, Dow's head smacking onto the cold, hard ring mat and folding underneath his legs, which have continued to move backwards under the momentum of the move.
Woah, what a German Suplex! Millson really is the King of the Ladder match, that's for sure.
One move won't win him the match, though. I have faith in all TNT competitors when it comes to them and your FNC trash, Oliviera.
Don't fight guys, we're all in this together.
As Dow's body slowly unfolds itself, Millson stares up at the mock title and smiles, knowing that the match could be won here and now. However, he turns his head right and sees the near lifeless body of his former tag team partner and knowing that the match is in his control, Millson decides that a few more minutes of punishment for Dow can't be a bad thing. Having come to this conclusion, the Ultimate Ego walks over to the Hardcore Warrior and drags Dow to his knees, before cradling his head with his left hand and lifting the Boston Brawler to his feet, albeit doubled over. The Daddy's Boy puts his own head underneath Dow's limp left arm and grabs DJ's tights with his free right arm, taking a second to brace himself before lifting the Bostonian into the air and keeping Jones there to the cheers of the crowd, showing off his strength and athletic prowess. After the Tyrant of Technique has held Dow in the air for 5 seconds, Millson drops backwards to the ground and throws DJ behind him, Jones hitting the mat spine-first with a crunch.
Following the Vertical Suplex, Millson is back on his feet in a flash and in a single motion, the Ultimate Ego is the one to live up to his moniker and he throws his arms wide, garnering a chorus of cheers from the fans in attendance. Millson looks down at the man who might have bitten off more than he can chew and smiles, before running at the ropes opposite the body of Jones, returning with a quick forward roll. On completion of the gymnastic move, the Daddy's Boy throws himself into the air and executes another forward roll, aiming to drop himself on the stomach of the Boston Brawler. However, Dow has Millson scouted and raises his knees, Triple M not even seeing the small movement and jarring his spine on the kneecaps of the Hardcore Warrior. Millson grabs his back in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain as Dow slowly begins to regain his energy and bring his winded body some much needed air.
Both men are down and this is a pivotal point in the match-up. Who will capitalise on this opening?
I don't think that Millson is in any condition to get back to his feet before Dow.
Both competitors stay on the canvas for 10 seconds, until Dow brings himself onto his knees and slowly regains his verticality by using the nearest set of ropes. Dow looks backwards and sees the Daddy's Boy also nine tenths from regaining uprightness, so in a snap judgement, Dow runs at Millson and leaps into the air, aiming both feet at the Whitby Wonder's chest, the impact of the Dropkick sending a shocked Millson backwards and over the top rope to the concrete outside. Millson hits the ground and tumbles over to the security barricade, where he gets a helping hand back to his feet by a few fans. However, Millson wishes he'd have stayed down as he turns back to face Dow, only to see Dow sprint at the ropes seperating the two athletes and leap through the second rope, his momentum and weight taking the Ultimate Ego off his feet as they collide in mid-air. The Daddy's Boy is sent back-first into the barricade, while Dow lands badly on his knee and immediately recoils in pain, grabbing his knee. Wait a minute, Dow's hurt his knee. His inexperience in the big leagues may have just cost him here.
Maybe he should just have climbed the ladder when he had the chance. How can you win if you can't climb the ladder?
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 23, 2011 12:05:42 GMT -5
The referee's that surround the ring for situations just like these are called into action as they crouch down beside the Boston Brawler and check his leg, before asking the resilient superstar whether he wants to quit and call it a night. However, knowing that his dreams of a New Age title would be vanquished if he did, Dow turns onto his front and stands up, only to fall back down immediately. Not letting the jeers of the crowd affect him, DJ tries once more to regain verticality but yet again fails and with a scream of anguish, he clubs the concrete with his fists in anger. Never one to give up, Dow regains his strength and grits his teeth, standing back up and eaping at the ring apron to quickly alleviate all of the weight from his injured limb. Even the very pro-Millson crowd have to applaud the effort of the Hardcore Icon and they emit a few curt claps for the Bostonian. Knowing that getting to his feet was only half the battle, Dow limps over to the Daddy's Boy, but having seen the trouble that Jones had on the one leg, Millson quickly kicks out and his desperate strike finds the desired target, hitting Dow's leg plumb and taking the Bostonian down to the concrete once again, sclutching his right leg for the second time in the match.
Millson gets back to his fully functioning feet and stalks over Dow for a few seconds, trying to formulate a plan of action in his evil and sadistic mind. As Dow reels on the concrete, Millson grabs DJ's right leg and drags the 225 pounder to the barricade, where he locks Dow's leg inbetween the bottom of the rail and the floor. As Jones tries to untangle his leg before any severe damage can be done to it, Millson smiles and stomps on the exposed limb numerous times, excruciating pain hitting the Boston Brawler with every stomp. Knowing that Dow cannot climb the ladder with only one leg, The Daddy's Boy diverts his attention back towards the aforementioned implement and slides into the squared circle. The Ultimate Ego takes a few seconds to pander to the Mancunian crowd, before beggining his ascent up the sliver ladder, with the clear intention of unhooking the mock title and emerging victorious from this already brutal contest.
Well, that's it. Millson only has a few more rungs to climb and he's done it.
So much for FNC trash. Millson's going to do the blue brand proud here tonight.
I wouldn't be so sure. Dow's disentangled himself and he's at the apron. Come on Dow, get back in there.
As Millson nears victory, Dow pulls himself into the ring and crawls painstakingly slowly towards the ladder. Seeing Dow inside the ring, Millson pauses and looks at the mock title then down at Jones, before shaking his head and climbing back down the ladder's rungs, deciding not to risk exposing himself by reaching for the title just yet. Triple M immediately throws a boot at DJ's head, flooring the already crouched Jones, before Millson once again grabs DJ's injured leg, only this time rolling Dow onto his stomach. Millson's hands move down the Hardcore Warrior's leg and to his ankle, where Millson begins to turn the bone the wrong way, forcing a scream of pain from Jones, who desperately flails around in search of the ropes. Jones begins to inch closer to the ropes, using only his free leg and his hands, but as soon as the Boston Brawler looks like getting to the ropes and destroying the effectiveness of the hold, Triple M drags Dow back into the centre of the ring, continually destroying the already devestated leg of the Bostonian. In too much pain to even remember that this match is a Ladder match and not a straight-up singles contest, Dow starts to tap the canvas, but without a referee in the squared circle or even a submission rule, the match and the punishment continues.
He's tapping out to the Ankle Lock but this match can't end like that. However, I think the match is over for Dow Jones.
You could be right, Matt. There's no way that Dow can climb the ladder with his leg in this shape.
The Ankle Lock continues to provide no recuperation time for Dow's injured limb and once he realises that tapping out won't help him in this situation, Dow begins to think back to all the time he's spent in the independents and on EVPW, scratching and clawing for the top spot and he starts to think straight once again. In an instant, the Ankle Lock is no longer a problem as Jones rolls forward and whips his legs as he does so, the surprising counter throwing the Whitby Wonder forwards as well, the Daddy's Boy not able to keep hold of Dow's ankle. Millson rolls as he hits the ground and the reversal does no damage to Triple M, however, it provides just a second of seperation, and as Millson gets back to his feet and charges at his former tag team partner, the Hardcore Icon springs back to his full height of 5 foot 11 inches and throws his injured leg at the chin of the Daddy's Boy, knocking the already moving Millson straight to the mat as his head recoils from the Superkick. Dow immediately hits the mat as well, a combination of the effort required to spring back to his feet as quickly as he did and the force of his injured leg jarring against Millson's jaw taking all of the energy out of the Million Dollar Massachussan.
Boston Calling! Dow hit it. And suddenly he's back in with a shout.
That's why I love GHW. Matches can turn on a dime, as just proved. What heart and resilience by Dow Jones, a true champion's spirit.
Both men remain on the canvas as the crowd begin to cheer for their favourites in this contest, some Mancunians now even chanting for Dow Jones after his show of resilience in hitting the Boston Calling Superkick. Dow turns onto his stomach and raises himself onto his right knee, before crawling towards to the base of the ladder and clutching the bottom rung with his fingertips. Dow lets out an anguished look as he realises how high up the ladder is, but nonetheless, Dow begins to slide his hands up the ladder's rungs and drag his right leg up with him, climbing through the pain. Some members of the crowd begin to cheer for Dow as he makes his way up his equivalent of Mount Everest and the others cheer for their Hometown Hero, Millson.
Dow's gonna do it for TNT.
Wait a minute, could this be the opening that Dow needed? Can Dow Jones pull off a huge upset here tonight and Red, White and Bruised? Are we seeing history in the making?
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 31, 2011 10:45:38 GMT -5
Jones drags his weary and battered body upto the halfway stage of the ladder, before stopping, the exertion much too strong for him. After a few seconds to regain some of his energy, Dow resumes upon the task of climbing the steel structure and grabbing the mock title to earn himself the chane at the big one, the New Age title. The Bostonian reaches the three quarter stage of the ladder and reaches for the title, but is a few inches too short as the Daddy's Boy finally awakens from the slumber enduced from the Boston Calling of Dow Jones. Seeing the Hardcore Warrior live up to his name and grit his teeth through the pain, Millson quickly realises the plight he's in and scrambles to his feet, before scaling the ladder and clubbing the back of his former partner, halting Dow's climb immediately. The crowd let out a cheer as Millson begins to climb over Dow's body in an attempt to screw Jones out of the victory, but in doing so, the Daddy's Boy leaves himself open to attack and Dow capitalises by grabbing both of Millson's legs and putting his head underneath the stomach of the Whitby Wonder. Letting gravity do the work for him, Jones lets go of the ladder and throws caution to the wind, falling backwards with Triple M perched on his shoulders, Millson with nowhere to go but the solid canvas.
Electric Chair from the ladder. Millson's got to broken in half after that one.
Millson had absolutely no escape there and Dow's really evened this match up now.
Yeah, but he's also borne a lot of the brunt from that move, and yet again he's clutching his leg in agony. Another inexperienced move.
As Big Al notes, Dow clutches his already injured leg a split-second after the impact from the Electric Chair drop, and although Millson remains on the mat, unmoving, Dow is in no condition to climb the ladder, much to the chagrin of some Dow Jones fans in attendance. A moment of calmness and quiet encapsulates the match for the first time, as both men look no closer to climbing the ladder than they were when the contest started. The referees surrounding the ring once again call for the trainer to come to the squared circle and have a look, this time on both competitors. As the crowd boo at the notion of a double knockout ruling, Dow once again shrugs off the trainer and tries to get back to his feet to attempt another climb, but falls to the mat in pain and holds his head in his hands. On the other side of the ring, trainers surround the Daddy's Boy and make sure he's even concious after the huge spot he's just taken and after a few seconds of deliberation, the officials bring in a stretcher and begin to load the Ultimate Ego onto the medical transportation. Seeing this, most of the crowd boo and some extreme things even begin to throw objects at the trainers, not happy with this at all. The trainers avoid the debris and slide Millson onto the stretcher outisde of the ring, before wheeling him up the ramp. However, as the party reach the top of the ramp and Millson looks like not even completing the match, Ian Millson arrives at the top of the ramp and stops the officials from stretchering off his son, even lying down in front of it to make sure the trainers can't keep it moving, earning a huge pop from the crowd.
Look at Ian go. I knew he was useful for something.
This is ridiculous. Dow was going to win this match by default if Millson was taken backstage.
Good job Ian came out then. I don't think I could have taken your bragging if a TNT man would've beaten an FNC.
Ian doesn't need to lie down for too long, though, as Millson recovers from his unconciousness and struggles with the harnesses keeping him down. Seeing this, the trainers release Millson from the stretcher and he leaps off, albeit groggily, before running rather pockmarkedly into the ring once again, blindsiding Dow, who's still being checked over. The Daddy's Boy clubs Dow to the ground and begins to stomp on the Hardcore Icon, keeping him down as Millson turns red with anger and infuriation, not having given Dow this much time in the contest when he decided upon his game plan pre match. Once his first burts of anger is released, Millson shouts down at Dow, before rolling the Bostonian onto his stomach and hooking both of Dow's arms behind him. The Daddy's Boy gives the audience a glare, before looking down at his beaten down former partner once again, then rolling forwards on Dow's back, twisting his arms in an awkward angle as he locks in the patented Mighty Mutilation. Jones lets out a scream as the so far unescapable submission hold is locked onto him, further minimalising his chances of climbing the ladder to win this match. Millson keeps the hold on for a minute, relentlessly keeping the Hardcore Icon thrashing around on the canvas for dear life, only releasing the hold once Dow has gone limp.
The Mighty Mutilation means that Dow's chances of winning this match are over.
Yeah, I'm real sorry about that, Matt. Hahahahahahahaha.
Shut the hell up, Al, or I swear to god I'll beat your face in. Good effort, Dow, reall good effort. But in the end, the injury was just too much for him.
Learning from his mistakes, Millson decides against doing any further damage to the former Wannabe and instead strides purposefully over to the ladder, beginning a slow climb upto the mock title at the top of the steel structure. At ground level, Dow reaches out a hand, as if he still believes he can win the match, but being at the ropes, with the ladder in the centre of the ring, the gesture seems useless. As Millson reaches the halfway point of the ladder, Dow remembers all the abuse he took from the two Millson's once he joined them in GHW. He remembers all of the menial jobs they made him do, like packing Triple M's bags and getting the takeaways when they were on the road. Jones remembers all of these things in a split-second and with a renewed vigour, Dow leaps to his feet and sprints at the ladder, grabbing the legs of the Daddy's Boy and pulling them between the rungs of the DIY tool. The crowd lean forward in anticipation as Dow then falls to his knees and crawls to the opposite side of the ladder, inching his way up. Millson struggles, but cannot escape his prison, no leverage to pull himself up, waist too big to pull himself underneath the rungs, Dow ever climbing. DJ passes his former partner's height and winks, before dragging himself to the very top of the ladder, grabbing the mock title and with a screaming Mighty Man underneath him, he pulls the title off it's hinges.
Here is your winner, Dow Jones.
Yes, he did it. Dow Jones has proved the world and Mighty Man Millson wrong.
Oh my god.
Jennings simply stands up and applauds, prompting the crowd members behind him to do the same. Slowly, the applause spreads around the arena, as Millson puts his head in his hands and Dow slowly brings himself back to ground level, immediately falling onto the ropes in exasperation. Dow stares into the reflection of the mock title, seeing himself wearing the real thing in due time, knowing now he has the security of being the number 1 contender for the New Age title. Dow slides out of the ring and limps up the ramp, holding the title high and high-fiving the front row members of the crowd. The referees help Millson out of his rut and he lets out a grunt of frustration, before kicking the floor and falling to his knees, as we go backstage for an interview.
EOT
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Jul 31, 2011 10:47:00 GMT -5
Just for people who wanted to know, I was originally going to have Millson win this match, but when Hughes said that if Dow won, he gets a New Age title shot, I couldn't pass that up.
Please feel free to comment.
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