Main Event. New Age title KOTM match.

[Psychotic Circus]

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for your MAAAAAIN EVENT!"

"Just had to take a little bit of your pain..."


The erry chant begins to fade out as a slight drumming begins, soon the arena is bathed in sounds, hearkening the arrival of the Satisfying One's presence.


"SSSSHHEEEEE WANT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, NO!"


ER-RAH-HA-ER-RAH-HA-ER-RAH-HA!"

Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying, Jerry Nate walks through the curtain donning his trade mark baseball cap, sunglasses and vest. His wrestling attire is a sweet looking pair of jorts and his "DEEZ NUTZ ALWAYS SATISFY!"-T-shirt. His manager, Nevaeh Rae, walks down the asile with him, looking disgusted at all the women clammering to be with this meathead.

Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want
You howl and wail like a banshee
Still your mind wont ever let you say
Your mind won't let you say that you want me
Your mind won't ever, never let you say what you want
My little tired devotee
Your mind don't even let you feel

Charlie Coors:" Introducing first, from the desolate cornfields of NEEEEEE-BRAS-SKA! Weighing in at 250 pounds, standing at six feet one inch, and tweleve inches where it really matters! This, IS JERRY NATE!"

Mr. Fucking Satisfying walks up the steel steps, then he sits on the second rope to allow Nevaeh in the ring with him to share the glory. He grabs the microphone from Charlie Coors, runs over towards the turnbuckles and begins climbing up to take a stance at the second rope.

"Bitches! What the hell is wrong with all of you!? Get your asses to the ring! I was atleast using this time to score more pussy, where have you all been?!"


Big AL:"He is right. We have been waiting for some time...I think Matt. O might even be asleep...."

TBCB: Whoever.

[Public Enemies]

Enter Ollie Jay.

[Hayden]

With the entrants beginning to trickle in, the hype around the arena is reaching fever pitch. The controversial change of plans to the Pay-Per View's main event looks set to explode at any moment. As the murmuring and predictions begin swirling around the arena, the thoughts are cut of as both the PA System and Titan Tron flicker into life simultaneously.


The easily recognisable tune, depicting the arrival of the New Zealand Legend blares itself from the PA System. As Hayden's video takes over the Titan Tron, CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blasts itself from the arena speakers.



The song plays well into the verse before any sign of life is seen from the entrance ramp. The crowd, rallying behind their favourite hero, rise to their feet, each person eager to welcome the triumphant Champion to the arena. Not a person remains in their seats as Hayden's figure appears against the Red, White and Bruised backdrop. In time with the music, Hayden steps into the light, taking large steps as if walking through mud. When he reaches the front of the stage, he blows a single kiss to each side of the arena.

It takes the man an age to reach the ring, stopping to shake the hands of nearly every person on the side of the entrance ramp. As he looks out over the arena the presence of signs reading "HardKore got screwed"... and "I paid for HArdKore vs Metal Dragon" become all too abundantly aware to the legend. He takes off his aviators and plants them on the face of an especially energetic fan at ringside, showing determined eyes, twinkling with a hungry fire within. The song plays itself almost right to the end before Hayden rolls into the ring, Charlie Coors ready to announce the Kiwi's arrival

"Introducing Next...
Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand and weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty Nine Pounds.

He is a former Two Time GHW Undisputed Champion, the most decorated competitor in GHW History. The current GHW New Age AND Charging Glory Champion.

Future Hall-of-Famer and The man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!"

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With the read out of his name, the vocal crowd seem to erupt into a new level. Hayden, however, looks calm and collected despite his predicament. He surveys his surroundings with a veteran eye. As he locks eyes with Jerry Nate, the pair engage in a stare down that looks to set the tone of the evening itself. Both men actively seek each other out, the rivalry beginning early, even before the match had begun. The warm-up ensues, with the Champion ready for action, his title belts handed blindly to the match official, without the Kiwi so much as breaking eye contact with the Shotgun Kid as he does so.

"The champion returns, and he looks set to tear this house apart."

"Hayden has always been the underdog, his whole career. But now, he is the King of the Mountain heading into this match... Somehow, I can't help feeling that he is the underdog again."

"You got that right, Hayden has the odds stacked against him. This match is like an onion, you have to peel it back a layer at a time. We have rivalry, we have controversy, and we have any number of people who could walk out of the arena tonight as Champion.

Let's see who the King of the Mountain is at the end of the night."

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The stare down continues as the three entrants await the arrival of the remaining competitors . Not a muscle moves, the whole scene seeming to hang still, like a photograph on a wall.

TBC

[Brad Windsor]

Not a second goes by after Hayden’s music fades away before…

BARRICADES AND BRICK WALLS

The awesomely epic entrance theme of the infamous Ladder Queen hits the PA before her presence graces the stage upon her arrival and the fans, nay the entire stadium comes up on to their feet in respect and support of their country’s wrestling saviour, the phenomenal Kahlan. Kahlan wears her trademark black and yellow bra and trunks, designed in wacky snakes and ladder all the way around her curves. She carries with her a five rung ladder to her side which she carries with her as she stomps down the aisle, pointing to the people around her along her march. The fans have gone berserk.

Al: WELCOME TO ENGLAND BABY!
Colin: This Pay per view, with all due respect to ALL the other competitors in this company, JUST GOT REAL!
Oliveira: I know you known that I know you’re right!

Coors: Introducing their opponent weighting in tonight at one-hundred-and-twenty-two pounds, hailing from North East England, Newcastle… KAHLAN!

Another rouse of explosive cheering showers over the Etihad stadium as the English welcome their heroine’s arrival and get ready for a home win tonight for the biggest prize in Glory and Honour Wrestling, the New Age Championship. Kahlan meanwhile reaches the perfect square in the middle of this hostile crowd screaming behind her and slides her ladder under the bottom rope and turns to climb the stairs. She slips into the ring and throws a glare at other three superstars already in the ring. Her withering stare makes sure they stay rooted where they are before she turns to move towards a set of turnbuckles. Three seconds later she is up on the second buckle arms stretched out above her in a pose for people. The response is deafening. She hops off and paces diagonally across towards the opposite turnbuckles and on her way she stares up and down at Hayden as she passes the Jackass by. She repeats her gesture to the same support on the other side of the ring before she climbs down. As soon as she hits the canvas the Ladder Queen rolls out of the ring and starts her way towards the commentary table.

Al: Oh yea baby, I’m right here!

Kahlan gets to the table and moves around behind it to take a sit next to Matt, putting up a set of headphones on her head to the surprise of the commentators.

Oliveira: What are you doing here?
“Baby just relax, I’m starting this match off on a note that you boys aren’t familiar with. I’m multitasking, OH YEA!”
Colin: You have a match in that ring for the New Age title and you are here next to us, wanting to call the match or something?
“Colin… SHUT THE HELL UP! This is my freaking country; I do what I want to. Right now, I’m sitting here calling this match as it happens and as soon as I’m ready I’ll get up go into that ring and Tea Bag every one of them arseholes in that ring right then, and you know I WOULD DO IT! Isn’t that right Matt? I know you know I’m right.”
Matt: DAMN RIGHT!
“First thing first, Ladies and gents you who are fortunate enough to watch this PPV from across the globe let me congratulate you all on your timing. Yours couldn’t be more perfect. You are witnessing a historic night here. This is the night where GHW goes Kahlan and Kahlan becomes New Age.”

Kahlan checks her wrist, examining her imaginary watch.

“Yes in about forty minutes, give or take a few, this person right her is going to be your new New Age Champion and that guys is nothing but Karma!"

TBC

[Ryan Hughes]

Entering for TPK, seeing as he hasn't been online.


RING THE BELL!

[Hayden]

Eyeballing, intimidation and general swagger all come to a halt when the bell sounds. The piercing sound lets all know that time has come to put money where mouths are. All five members of the King of the Mountain match look set to rip into each other. The much anticipated explosion of action seems imminent, but the five combatants approach each other somewhat cautiously. Wild eyes flicker from person to person, scoping the competition. With so much talent and experience in the ring, all seem to be willing the others to make the first move and the first mistake.

From across the ring, Hayden and Jerry Nate lock eyes. Although short, the history between the pair has been interesting. The pair look set to spark up their own battle, separated only by the three other competitors in between. Kahlan stands in the center of the ring, flanked on either side by her four male counterparts. The Blue Haired Diva is struck from behind with a Double Axe Handle, the first act of aggression in what promises to be a long and hard fought night. Her assailant, the latest arrival to the match, steps forward as Kahlan tries to find her footing. TPK hits her a second time, slamming his fists into the base of her neck and sending the Diva sprawling forward into the waiting arms of Ollie Jay. She does not have time to react, and is swiftly swept up into a Scoop Slam, winding up being driven into the canvas with as much care as a teenage driver. The first scenes of battle are enough to spur the competitors into action, with TPK turning his attention to his left. He lines the lone figure of Hayden HardKore up in his sights, interrupting the Kiwi’s staring battle with his newest rival. The two legendary figures lock horns, the heavyweight TPK doing his best to overpower the lightweight New Zealander. He forces Hayden down toward the mat, only to have the Collar and Elbow Tie broken by a swift leg sweep from the Champion himself. Hayden watches as his opponent stumbles, TPK managing to right himself before ending up flat on his back like Kahlan. Smiling, the Kiwi Battler steps forward, following his Leg Sweep up with a swift knee to the guts. This is enough to push the tipping point, with TPK doubling over in pain before falling sideways to the canvas.

As the legendary duo battle between themselves, the two remaining members of the main event set their targets on each other, more through the process of elimination of other competitors than anything. Ollie Jay meets Jerry Nate, rolling in the momentum of dropping Kahlan earlier. He lines the Nebraskan up and grapples the Shotgun Kid, the test of wits and strength ensuing serving for both parties to size each other up. Jerry and Ollie push, pull, tug and yank at each other, each trying to manoeuvre the other into a better position, but it is Jay who sneaks in the first strike of any noting. While the Shotgun Kid works at trying to force his opponent’s body into the exact position he wishes, OJ takes a different approach entirely. Ollie-J winds his head back, almost as if cocking the firing pin of a pistol. He grunts as he snaps his head forward again, the Head-Butt catching Nate unawares and stunning him into releasing the hold. Jerry staggers backward a few steps, stopping only when his back meets the turnbuckle. Shaking his head slightly as the ease of proceedings so far, Ollie-J closes in on the turnbuckle, and his stunned opponent.

”In the early goings, it seems like Ollie Jay has managed to get the upper hand.”

”Well, with an assist from TPK, who was promptly shut down for his efforts by the Jackass. Ollie Jay has managed to find momentum early, and that is such a big advantage when it comes to winning main events, and winning title matches.”

”One thing is for sure, Kahlan had better get comfortable down there. Three burly men and one not so burly, but equally as dangerous Champion… Kahlan looks to be outgunned in this one.”

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As Ollie Jay closes in on the turnbuckle, Jerry opens his eyes. Ignoring the pain searing through his head, the Nebraskan ducks under the incoming Ollie-J, before flicking him up and over the turnbuckle for his troubles. He pushes out with his arms, launching Jay into the air. Ollie can do nothing else but watch the ground coming closer and closer. He lands outside the ring on the unforgiving ringside ground, leaving Jerry Nate standing tall, his back against the once foreboding turnbuckle. Across the ring, he locks eyes with the Jackass once more. Hayden turns away from the downed TPK in search of a prize that suits him better. Like promised in his pre-match warnings, Hayden goes after Nate, like a cat sniffing catnip. The Kiwi and the Shotgun Kid each bound across the ring at each other, the much anticipated pairing finally coming to fruition. In the center of the ring, the duo finally meet. Hayden leaps over an attempted Spear from his Nebraskan rival. As a result, the pair meet, pass by and continue on their way. Each bounds into the ring ropes on the opposite side of the ring, building speed as they go. Stepping over groaning and moaning bodies of their fallen counterparts, Jerry and Hayden line each other up for a second wave. As they come closer, they build to a breakneck speed. One can only sense that something is about to give. This time, each man looks for a right armed Clothesline, each swinging their bodies into the strike to sting with extra venom. As a result, the pair meet in the center of the ring once more. Each hit a brutal Clothesline on the other at the same time. Like two big-rig trucks colliding head on, the impact is immense. A mixture of phlegm and spittle escape each man’s mouth as the pair take themselves out and wind up in a crumpled heap, right over the GHW logo in the center of the ring.

While the Shotgun Kid/ Kiwi Battler duo manage to incapacitate each other, around the ring, bodies are beginning to stir. Kahlan first, manages to stumble to her feet, holding her lower back courtesy of an Ollie Jay Scoop Slam. As she stands, she notices movement from a second pile of flesh. Before she can gain any sort of solid footing, TPK is hauling himself to his feet, still wincing with each breath from Hayden’s knee strike. The pair waste little time in setting their sights on the prize. Being smaller than her opponent, Kahlan sides with her craftiness to look for an opening. As the heavyweight lumbers across the ring at her, the Blue Haired Diva flattens herself against the mat. What would be a well targeted Dropkick from the Psycho Kid winds up hitting nothing but air. TPK crashes back to the mat as a result, leaving Kahlan to pick up the pieces. She is quick to scramble to her feet once more, dashing off across the ring to build some speed. By the time TPK had found he feet again, Kahlan was upon him, she leaps into the air, lining up a running Cross Body at her heavyweight opponent, however the veteran TPK has other ideas for the Blue Haired pest. Spinning his body around 360 degrees, he slams an elbow to the Ladder Queen’s chest, drilling the point of his elbow right in between her ample breasts and taking her out of the sky in the process. The Diva crash lands on the mat at TPK’s feet, putting a smile on the veteran’s face for the first time in the night.

”Ooh, I really thought she had something going then. I guess TPK had other ideas.”

”I find myself agreeing with Matt Oliviera. Kahlan is in a big boy’s game, bringing a sword to a gunfight. Even when she builds some momentum, it will only take one big move to put her back in her place.”

”Sure, but you could say the same about Hayden HardKore… He’s not exactly a big guy.”

”You could… But you would be stupid to. Hayden HardKore poses his own set of threats and dangers to a match.”

”So does Kahlan, she has breasts… Surely that is a slight distraction to her four male opponents.”

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As the commentary team break into a hearty round of laughter at Fuzz’s observation skills, the match seems to break itself into smaller mini-wars. TPK stands over the battered body of his female opponent, sharing a sideways glance at the moaning and groaning pile of limbs that is Hayden HardKore and Jerry Nate. Outside the ring, Ollie Jay had finally managed to find his feet after his fall from grace. Shaking off the effects of his momentum breaking descent from the ring, O-J busies himself by digging under the ring. When he pulls out a steel chair, the crowd around the arena stand up and take notice, knowing that business just picked up. Jay rolls back into the ring, sneaking up behind the only other member of the match still standing. Sensing danger, the veteran TPK wheels around, just in time to duck under the attempted chair strike. He kicks Ollie Jay in the guts, forcing him to drop the chair. Bad turns to worse for O-J as the Psycho Kid catches the chair before it hits the ground and uses it to pummel Ollie over the back of his head, hammering him into the mat like a tent peg. TPK holds the chair up in victory, before slamming it into the upper back of his opponent for a second time, as if teaching him a lesson. A third chair strike sees Ollie-J flat on the mat, lying on his stomach. His hands, reaching in vain for nothing in particular seem to float back to the mat lifelessly. TPK tosses Ollie’s chair aside, before setting about to rolling his opponent up into a pin, one that would have been meant for the Psycho Kid himself.

The referee slides into position to count the first pin of the King of the Mountain Match…

“1….”

”Ollie Jay makes his second big mistake for the night. TPK is a veteran, and you had better be damn sure of yourself before sneaking up behind him with a chair, or the Psycho Kid is going to make you pay for it… Like he just did.”

”Three brutal chair shots designed to be struck on the Psycho Kid’s own skull, one could say that TPK dodged a major bullet there…”

”And turned the gun around to fire back at its owner!”

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TBC

[Brad Windsor]

Two fails to make it three as Kahlan Laboriously hoists herself off the canvas and drops dead on top of TPK. The big man curses at the timing, shoulders Kahlan’s light weight off of himself as he sets about regaining his vertical stance. As soon as he is upright however, Jerry Nate ever so devious pushes up into the canvas onto his four and punctures forward with an extended arm aimed at the crook of TPK’s left knee. The jerky impact brings down the heavy weight to kneel on his left. Meanwhile, the Kiwi wrestling export of New Zealand springs over onto his feet and dashes towards the ropes facing the wincing heavyweight. TPK manages to slowly unclench his squinting eyes only for them to become widened as the pair of boots worn by the defending Champion shuttles forth into his facial features to plant him stiffly on his back. The after effects on the big man result in him groaning and rolling over to fall out of the ring into oblivion. Hayden slaps the canvas and gets up with smug satisfaction. There is a well-rounded collective bout of cheering for the man as he quickly surveys the scene with a passing glance and locks onto the most imminent danger in his immediate vicinity, the Shotgun Kid.

Jerry Nate is the only other man or woman standing save for the Jackass. The caution and the sizing up ceremony at the start of the match now washed away, Jerry throws himself forward into Hayden with no remorse. His thick forearm is smashed into the New Age’s windpipe and upper sternum, cutting him clean off his stance and laying him spread out flat on his back. The Nebraskan revitalised by his actions snaps right back up and beckons vigorously for the Jackass to follow him suit. Hayden seems to be weary of remaining so prone with his shoulders kissing the mat so he scares himself back up as well and turns to face Jerry. Again his faith proves unchanged, and Jerry reignites the burning sensation on the man’s throat with another vicious clothesline, re-spreading the Champion like butter. Like before, Jerry is up screaming at Hayden to join him and his opponent again, responds by getting up, alas this time more like a lunatic drunkard than an actual sportsman in a sporting venue. As opposed to his previous attacks Jerry goes about his business in a more ponderous fashion by shoving the lighter man’s head under an armpit in a front headlock and hooks his left arm around his burly neck. Jerry proceeds to lift the Kiwi up by pulling at the side of his trunks and holds him up, upside down in a very, very precarious position evilly teasing the victim by allowing blood to pool up in the man’s head. About thirty seconds of a cruel show of strength passes in seemingly long minutes for Mr Hardkore before his world comes crashing down as he begins a headlong journey back to earth as his opponent decides to fall back on his rump. The future hall of famer lands on the crown of his head with the entire weight of his body crushing down on him from above, rattling his brain about inside his skull.

Fuzz: That was a sick Brainbuster. Poor Hayden never saw it coming until he was hanging upside down with the world a dizzying sight for him. Jerry Nate really meant to hurt the man and I’ll be damned surprised if he hasn’t cracked the skull or fractured a few spinal bones in Hayden’s neck.
Oliveira: Well Colin, this is a very dangerous business to be associated with. You don’t last as long as Hayden did so far in it if you’re not a tough SOB, and trust me; do not be fooled by the good looks, that Hayden is as tough as they come.
Al: Unbreakable or not, Hayden could be out for enough time allowing Jerry to pin him and hook this title up. This is Jerry’s for the taking. We may have a new champion here.

Unabashed, Nate covers Hayden not bothering to hook his leg. The referee doesn’t make it to his knees even, however, for Kahlan yet again plays the saviour and inserts herself right into the mix by falling on top of Jerry. Jerry punches into the canvas and gets up turning towards Kahlan as she scrambles away. K straightens up and succeeds in luring Jerry into a headlong pursuit, which suits her intentions well as she springs her trap. The Ladder Queen ducks under a flying arm and comes up behind her opponent. She quickly merges the evasive move with a jump which latches her onto Jerry’s back with her grabbing tightly and Jerry’s right arm while criss-crossing his other arm with her legs in the form of a crucifix. Her added weight to the upper portions of Jerry plus his imbalanced posture due to his failed attempt at an attack causes the man to fall backwards. Kahlan adds a touch of her own, curtsy of a quick twist that results in a remarkable pinning manoeuvre. The Nebraskan gives it everything he has, body and soul to fight his way out before the third count so he kicks back at Kahlan on top of him, throwing her a small distance away as he jerks upright. He becomes fully erect and stomps on the canvas towards Kahlan but before he can muster an effective means of a counter, Kahlan grabs him on his calf and comes half way up to hook his neck as she rolls him over into a bundle rooted on his shoulders. Again Jerry has to fight, wiggle and flail his way out in a very short time to save himself the embarrassment.

Kahlan having recovered from her throw is already on her feet and is about to fully straighten up when the Psycho Kid from out of nowhere shows up inside of the ring and worse behind her. From the blind spot he grabs a fist full of the blue strands and mercilessly yanks the Strife Slayer around to face him. To Clarkson’s disgust, TPK winks at the Brit and unceremoniously dumps her out over the top rope like dismissing a used up, worthless wench. His toothy grin hasn’t yet fully faded when he turns around to face the major part of the ring. That is when his teeth are rattled together so quickly that even the smallest of reactions fail to surface from him. Jerry Nate had him caught out completely by surprise when he drove into him shoulder first at the end of a short sprint, breaking him into two separate parts before disposing of his severed body by doing what he does best. That is spreading him over the mat like butter on bread. This is when O-Jay decides that he needs to reintroduce himself in the contest. He comes up behind Jerry, but not so unnoticed. The Nebraskan had him figured out and so he swings around sharply to plant a foot in the rookie’s abs. This stoops him over and Jerry uses the opportunity to grab at his right wrist and twist it around overhead until he is tight up, stuck behind his back.

Fuzz: Uh-oh Jerry is about to pop a shoulder out of its socket but look. I’ll be damned but Hayden is back in the ring eyeing Jerry and that steel chair. This can’t be good.
Al: They say pay back is a bitch.
Oliveira: Here we go, Hayden has the chair and Jerry is still toying around with that arm trying to weaken Ollie’s resolve. Being the man that really introduced a steel chair’s extensive usage in a GHW ring I must say I already feel for Jerry.

Hayden brings down the flat of the chair on Jerry’s head, but the Shotgun Kid was somehow aware of this wicked act and at the last moment he releases Ollie’s arm and jumps out of the way to his right. Unfortunately for O-Jay yet another vicious chair shot lands on him, this time making more solid impact on the back of his head. He stumbles forward a step and crumbles down into a heap. Jerry however, retaliates on his behalf by slapping the chair out of Hayden’s hand only to receive a stiff kick to the guts. Figuratively thrown off balance, Jerry never sees the left haymaker punch stunning him into a stand up knock out. The Power of the South Paw leaves Jerry blacked out still standing and it takes Hayden only a small right handed push to topple him backwards onto his back. Hayden quickly jumps onto his prone form to hook his leg.

TBC

[Public Enemies]

The official slides down to Jerry Nate's side and begins the count for Hayden. The overzealous zebra measures his hand to the mat:

"1...!"
"2...!"
"3...1"

The third hand comes down with shock to Hayden and to the attending audience. The Jackass lets the hooked leg of the Nebraskan fall like a Redwood to the mat as his mind races with thought. His sights survey the arena, then the surrounding corners of the ring, searching for the legitimate official with his New Age Championship in hand. That special someone is standing directly in-front of the announce table with that coveted gold in his grasp.

"Well I guess that's it. That's our first fall!"
"Weird. I don't think Hayden expected Jerry Nate to fall."
"Nevertheless, Hayden has earned his chance to possibly take the win early in the bout."

Kahlan looks up from the ground outside of the ring with blue frays stuck to her cherry-lip-gloss lips with menacing ideas in mind. The official who gave Hayden his fall now looks over the defeated face of Jerry Nate. The ref holds up two fingers in-front of his face signifying the penalty that he must now serve of two minutes.

"Away with you!"

The Shotgun Kid rolls sideways out of the ring with the referee of the matchup by his side. Mr. Satisfying lands on his feet outside of the ring and looks to the official. The official guides the Nebraskan to a wooden bench beside a railing, much like a bus stop. Mr. Nate gladly takes a seat on the bench with his hands on his lap. The referee reaches around and pulls out a pair of silver handcuffs. Jerry Nate has such a short attention-span that he doesn't the see the cuffs that engulfing his hand. With a cold touch of metal the Cornhusker flinches and flails like a kicking-and-screaming toddler. One cuff snaps shut on the wrist of Jerry and the other locks onto the railing beside him. The Shotgun Kid tugs at the railing, but to no avail the railing is securely nested into the ground below. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!?!" spits Jerry Nate at the arresting official.

The Reigning Champion finds his footing in the ring and targets the official with his championship outside of the ring with his right index finger. The New Zealander keeps his eyes locked on his title as he makes outside of the ring toward the captor. Forgiving hands grasp his title with anticipation. The official reluctantly offers out the title to its true champion, Hayden HardKore. The South Paw caresses his championship in his arms before hanging it on his shoulder for travel purposes. With the title comfortably resting on it's champion shoulders, Hayden peels up the ring apron like a sultry plastic wrapper from a chocolate bar. Camera crews rush over to observe the Jackass's intentions. Alas, The South Paw's eyes twinkle in delight as he tugs and pulls on something silver and solid. As the rowing motions continue, the rungs of a metal ladder appear from under the ring which each CRASH, CLUNK, and CLINK braises what lives under the ring.


TBC

(( Total shit post, but I'm short on time ))