Dustin Delta's Farewell Party - vs. Freebird McCoy

[Dustin Delta]

The pluck of guitar strings plays over the multimillion dollar sound system of the GHW Arena and the graphics on the stage's several screens change to white and gold variations of Dustin Delta's graphics. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction, a change from the normal negativity they feed him. "Where I Belong" by Switchfoot begins to play as the departing Deathmatch Majesty continues onto the stage, bathing in the spotlight for what may be his last time.

"...Feeling like a refugee,
Like it doesn't belong to me,
The colors flash across the sky...

...This air feels strange to me,
Feeling like a tragedy,
Take a deep breath and close my eyes;
One last time..."

Dustin stops and savors the moment, his eyes spanning across the capacity crowd ever so slowly. He raises his hand in a fist and looks up into the limelight from where it falls onto him. He closes his eyes and brings down his hand. He stands still for an instance, taking a deep breath. Delta's eyes slowly pry themselves open and he gazes down to the squared circle before him. He takes his first step onto the incline, basking in his final walk down to the ring.

"...Storms on the wasteland,
Ark clouds on the plain again,
We were born into this fight...

But I'm not sentimental,
This skin and bones in a rental,
And no one makes it out alive..."

Delta walks towards the side of the ramp and shakes hands and high fives the fortunate members of the GHW Faithful in the front row. A child with a Delta t-shirt on gets a hug, and a fan who requests an autograph gets his wish granted. The Everglades Exemplar smiles and walks to the other side of the ramp, greeting the other set of fans who waits there. The man who had ridiculed the audience so many times finally has come to realize they're what makes this business. The last fan has gotten his last high-five, and Delta draws towards the sacred squared circle. The chorus of "Where I Belong" hits, and Double D is visibly singing along with Jon Foreman.

"Until I die, I'll sing these songs,
On the shores of Babylon;
Still looking for a home,
In a world where I belong...

When the weak are finally strong,
When the righteous right the wrongs;
Still looking for a home,
In a world where I belong..."

Dustin steps through the ropes of the ring and onto the canvas, worn and tired from matches past. Delta looks around and gives the crowd an applause of their own. With a grin on his face, the Floridian Falcon steps up to the turnbuckle and holds his arm up again, the spotlight highlighting his form of glory. His smile is sincere for once, and his happiness real. The moment only lasts so long, as he steps down to the mat again, beginning to pace around in circles.

"...Feels like we're just waiting, waiting;
While are hearts are just breaking, breaking;
Feels like we're fighting against the tide......I wanna see the earth shaking,
I wanna see a generation,
Finally waking up inside..."


Dustin bends down and picks up a microphone from the edge of the canvas, grasping the shaft of what he's made a tool of his own. He plays with it in the lock of his fingers, looking from the microphone to the world around him. He nods his head and walks forward, leaning forward against a set of ropes as he begins to speak.

"I know I've always been one to have an ego, but I don't mean to sound arrogant when I say I feel like the center of the universe right now. If you don't know, tonight is my last night as an employee for Glory and Honor Wrestling. The contract I signed in July of 2010 ends tonight. And I know I've only been here a year, which is nothing compared to Ryan Hughes or Jaggeroth or half of the freakin' legends in the back, but I feel like I've done so much. Sure, I never held a world championship. I was just King of the Deathmatch and Television Champ. Nothing special. But I did some things that felt special. At least to me. The people I aspired to be like when I was a viewer like you, I got to meet them. I got to have great battles with them. I got to live my dreams. And no matter how much shit I talk about Ryan, or Hayden, or whoever; I respect them when it comes down to it. And the things I've done; whether in Nexus, or against Hayden, or against Santiago, or Millson, or whoever, are still so surreal to me. The year went by so fast. And I'd do it all again. But I can't. I'm not injured or anything; but I ache. A year away from home, a year of fights, it does things to you. I need some time off. So this may not be the last time I step into this ring. By all means, I could very well be back sometime down the road. But for now, I don't have that itch anymore. It'll surely come back, and I'll surely do something about it then, but that won't be for a while. So tonight, I'm going to say farewell as if I'll never be back. Who knows what could happen? Live like you're dying, they say. Which is what I'm going to do. So I hope Freebird McCoy is ready for anything. I'm bringing my all tonight, and I expect the same from you, McCoy. Because you might not have tomorrow. I know I won't."

Delta shuts himself up, and looks over to the stage. He smiles as "Where I Belong" plays one more time, the refrain playing throughout the arena. The Blitz sings along with it, as do some members of the crowd.

"...Until I die I'll sing these songs,
On the shores of Babylon;
Still looking for a home,
In a world where I belong......When the weak are finally strong,
When the righteous right the wrongs,
Still looking for a home...
In a world where I belong..."

[Mr. McCoy]

The noise level diminishes as Dustin Delta begins to stretch, suppressing any prematch jitters he might have in what will be a match more historical and important than any he wrestled prior to tonight. And it was due to the simple fact that it was his final GHW bout and he would be remembered in any either two ways; as a victor going out in a blaze of glory, or as loser, and failure leaving his final defeat to dangle over his head and career for the rest of his life. The lights suddenly began to dim as the P.A. system came to life. The Final Countdown by Europe sounds throughout the GHW arena, before the lights begin flickering rapidly in a yellow pigment. Dustin Delta takes a deep breath, meanwhile the fans stand in confusion, due to the unfamiliarity of the theme song and the seizure inducing lighting.

.Joey Tempest.]-:
"We're leaving together
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?"

Just then the suddenly lights kick up fully and the curtains are thrown aside as Freebird McCoy makes his entrance. The patrons ignite with cheers for the fan favorite who stands at the top of the entryway, wearing a "I Wrestle For Food" t-shirt, black bandana and ripped jeans. The barefoot brawler massage his ungroomed facial hair before pumping his fist into his chest three times. Upon saluting the sold out crowd he throws his fist high into the air with utmost pride. The audience reacts positively, holding McCoy with high esteem due to his likability factor and the fact he's wrestling in his second match of the evening with no complaints. After putting on an incredible performance in the Death From Above ladder match, the holder of one of the most impressive undefeated streaks in GHW begins his stride to the squared circle.

.Charlie Coors.]-:
"And his opponent, hailing from Tulsa, Oklahoma, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds, standing at six feet, twoinches tall. FREEBIRD MCCOY!!"

He stops his stride halfway before removing his T-shirt, showing his lack of muscle definition in the form of his massive pot belly. He tosses the shirt into the crowd, hitting a teenage girl in the face. McCoy chuckles slightly to himself before slapping hands of enthusiastic fans as he picks up his stride.

.Al Mulligan.]-:
"Freebird McCoy is up for a fall tonight. He's already wrestled once, so that's another factor working against him when you add the fact that he's not better than Delta in the first place."

.The Fuzz.]-:
"The former might make sense, but I won't give you the latter, considering the fact that Freebird has already beaten Dustin Delta. Have we all forgotten his debut match so quickly. I will admit however, due to him having already wrestled, that the feat he is hoping to accomplish right now will be difficult."

.Joey Tempest.]-:
"It's the final countdown
The final countdown

Ohh
We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
'Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all, yea
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so"

As his theme begins to die down, the Blue Collar Brawler hops up onto the apron and grabs the top rope at the same time, pulling on it and using the cables as leverage to reach his feet. He then enters the ring, stepping in between the ropes through bobbing and weaving in between the ropes. He keeps his eyes on the Everglades Exemplar, remembering their first encounter and how Double D struck he prematurely in an effort to get an early advantage. There would be no sneak attacks tonight. Both men were all business, and the victor would have to earn his win.

TBCB Delta

[Millson and Simpson]

The crowd turn to the Titantron and boo as Mighty Man Millson makes an unscheduled appearance, stepping onto the stage with a microphone in hand. The Daddy's Boy spreads his arms wide to show off his figure, garnering more heat from the Full Circle audience, before he walk slowly down the ramp and slides underneath the bottom rope. He climbs to nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms up in the air, another chorus of boos echoing from every corner of the arena. The Ultimate Ego steps back down to solid mat and stares at Freebird, before adressing the Blue Collar Brawler.

Freebird, if you don't mind, this is between me and Delta.

Mcoy stares at Millson for a moment, before shrugging and stepping out of the squared circle, leaving the two remaining Outcast members in the ring. Millson speaks once more.

I'm going to do something I have never done in my career as a professional Fighty fighty person. I'm going off-script. I had a few things to say about you, but the script sucked and didn't reflect my opinion, so this is completely from me. Even though me and Dustin have been booked as an unworkable tag team who don't like each other, the truth is, we are friends and we could have made a tag team and made it successful if we wanted to. You know, me and Dustin's careers have been very interlocked.

When Delta was a rookie on season 1 of EVO, I was one of the Pro's and even then, I was impressed with the promise of this young man and wanted to work with him at some point in my career. A month later, Delta won the Television title off Reeves, who was my leader in a stable called the Revolutionaries and when Reeves won it back, I was one of the men who helped him. I then won the Television title in the first of two historic title reigns, but it was first ever title defence in GHW that I remember the most.

Me and Delta fought to the first ever drawn ladder match. We beat each other so bad that we couldn't continue, showing that management had no favourite when it came to us. We epitomised what the Television title used to be about, the best pure Fighty fighty persons in the world competing on the grandest stage for a then esteemed title. And while I was embroiled in a feud with Raj Kim-Po for the TV title, I watched as Delta won the KOTDM title. I'll admit, I was a little jealous of your push but hell, you deserved it. Constantly awesome performances as well as great promos that lit up the GHW Universe. Then you beat me in the first round of Nexus V, but out of all the first round cages, we took the show with the bomb-spot when I blew you up. The management then saw fit to place us both in the Outcasts and we're here today.

And so, although I'm finally getting my chance at the biggest prize in professional wrestling tonight, I just want to tell you that if anybody deserves that shot, it's you. And although you're leaving tonight, after only a year in GHW, you're going to be remebered forever. Good luck, Delta. You will be world champion, buddy.

Millson extends his hand and Delta shakes it, before Millson leaves the ring and lets the match get underway, earning a round of applause as he backs up the ramp and leaves the scene to prepare for his New Age title match.

TBC-

[Mr. McCoy]

As the bell sounds Freebird quickly goes on the attack, which is the exact opposite of how their first encounter transpired. The Blue Collar Brawler rushes at his adversary, glancing his chin with a stiff forearm shot that sends the Everglades Exemplar staggering into the corner. Exploding like a combustible element, McCoy begins raining down a barrage of fists across Double D's cranium, ignoring the referee pleading for him to stop, and showing an indifference to Delta well being. The undefeated superstar grabs Delta by the arm, dragging him toward the ropes before pressing him against the cables. From there he pulls him off, looking to whip him across the ring. Displaying his technical prowess, Delta spins and pivots to face Freebird, before turning the throw on him and instead launching McCoy across the ring. As his adversary rebounds off the ropes, Delta spins at a 360 degree angle whilst lifting his arm and bending it. Spit and teeth go flying as the Floridian's elbow burrows into the farmer's jaw. As the Roaring Elbow spins McCoy around, Delta backpedals into the ropes. The elasticity of the cables toss him forward, and he exploits the momentum to level the reeling hick. The former King of Deathmatches leaves his feet, rolling into the air and swinging his legs; his heel connects with the forehead of his opponent, his nervous system scrambling and going static as he crashes down to the canvas. Sent retreating, McCoy rolls under the bottom rope, his eyes flickering like a dim light bulb as he tries to recoup and regather his bearings following the Wheel Kick. Delta has no intentions to let that happen, quickly springing to his feet and bobbing and weaving through in between the ropes. As he exits the ring and steps onto the apron he keeps his vision locked on his antagonist. Freebird shakes his head from side to side, leaning over the barricade in an effort to get a second wind and recuperate. As he peels from the security barrier he turns around, his actions evoking an aerial response from his foe. Dustin takes to the sky, his far leg coming across his body and cutting through the electricity in the air with tremendous velocity. The momentum from his leg is suppressed by Freebird’s head, as the sound of his toe cracking against his brainpan echoes throughout the sold out arena. Both men fall to the lightly padded floor, with McCoy collapsing like a timbered tree, and Delta crashing supinely with a thud.

."The Genius" Matthew Oliveira.]-:
"Delta is putting on a show, this is how you go out in a blaze of glory!"

.Al Mulligan.]-:
"He's smashed what ever brain cells that elementary school drop out had left. Good grief."

.The Fuzz.]-:
"That's called an Enziguri for your thoughts..."

The referee begins his count as the struggle to their feet. Delta scrambles to a vertical base, hearing applause from the audience as he drags McCoy to a vertical base. The former Television Champion unleashes a open hand chop across his rival's bare chest, leaving the hick wincing and his body shriveling. With a handful of hair and the fan favorite's head captured, Delta coerces him toward the ring apron, appearing as if intending to drive his skull into said structure. McCoy prevents such a development, quickly lifting his leg and placing his foot onto the ring apron in prevention. After dropping his leg to regain stability to frees his head before striking his foe in the throat with the side of his hand. As Delta gawks in pain, McCoy steals his idea, taking his head and forcing it forward, bouncing it off the ring apron with a tremendous force.

ONE...
TWO-

Freebird rolls a stunned Double D back into the squared hell, but drags his body out of the ring so that his upperback is suspended across the ring apron. With a complete disregard for Delta's physical anguish, McCoy begins clobbering his sternum with thundering forearm shots, each one stiffer than its predecessor. Displaying the mean streak he flourished in the Death From Above Ladder Match, the Oklahoman gradually knees up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and using it as leverage to rise to a full vertical base. The Blue Collar Brawler pumps his fist into his chest and stares into the outskirts of the arena before dashing along the apron. The quick sprint ends with the heavyweight taking to the sky; he leaps into the air and extends his legs, plummeting down and dropping his full two hundred fifty five pound frame across the Courier of Controversy's sore sternum. The middle aged superstar drops down to his feet, wiping sweat from his brow and taking to a moment to exhale, meanwhile Delta slides down and crashes to the floor, clutching his breastbone.

.The Fuzz.]-:
"And just like that this match has been turned around. He just dropped damn near three hundred pounds across a much smaller Dustin Delta with that brutal Leg Drop."

."The Genius" Matthew Oliveira.]-:
"Could be part of strategy. He's gone to work on the sternum, which will make it hard for Double D to breathe. "

.Al Mulligan.]-:
"That would mean Freebird would actually have to be intelligent, and that's just preposterous."

In total control, Freebird lifts his adversary to his feet, and quickly tosses him back inside the squared circle upon rolling in himself. As Delta turns to a supine position, McCoy goes for the first cover of the contest, hastily executing a lateral press giving the official renewed impetus to carry out his refereeing.

ONE...
TWO...

The count is broken by the writhing of the Floridian whom convulses enough to roll a shoulder over. McCoy grunts to himself, before cringing, showing signs of injury and excessive fatigued due to his ladder match that opened the Pay-Per-View. Deciding to pace himself now, he slowly climbs to his feet, slowly leaning over and lifting Delta onto his twos. He spins the loquacious superstar around, executing a waistlock with one arm, and holding his legs with the other. Following a popping of the hips, McCoy hoists Delta into the air before reclining backward. Both competitors come pancake to the canvas, each man's back and neck impacting the mat with Dustin's torment much greater in contrast to his opponent. The notably talkative member of the Imperfects goes spread eagle, sprawling in pain as a result of the brilliant Belly to Back Suplex. Freebird turns onto his belly before crawling toward the ropes, using them to lift his body up vertical. From there he exits the ring, uncharacteristically heading for the top turnbuckle. McCoy takes a deep breath, fighting every fiber in his being pleading for him not to scale the corner. The undefeated hick perseveres through the fatigue and his own mental barriers as he begins his slow ascent. Back inside the ring, Delta slowly begins to stir. His foe's slow surmount buys him enough time to recover and interject, as he makes a bee-line for the corner, quickly pushing McCoy's legs back and taking his legs out from under him. The heavyweight suddenly crotches the turnbuckle, an uncomfortably numb sensation now effecting his southern region as the story of pain is conveyed in his wrinkling face. With a sudden rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, Double D mounts the top turnbuckle in pursuit of his subdued adversary. He lifts McCoy up, before capturing his head in a front facelock. After tossing the Oklahoman's near arm over his shoulder, he proceeds to hook his near leg behind his knee before leaping backward. The two illustrious superstars come crashing down like a falling star, landing with a tremendous and resounding thud; the audience ignites with a bedlam of noise as the Blue Collar Brawler is flipped over and slammed down supinely, all the while Delta lands cradling him. Acknowledging the pinfall attempt, the zebra clad dives to the mat, tossing his hand into the air to begin his count.

ONE...
TWO...
THR-

Despite the Avalanche Cradle Suplex, Freebird musters enough physical strength and fortitude to power out of the pin, pushing Delta off his body and to the side. Both men lie momentarily motionless, Freebird on his back, Delta lying face down on the ring, both men panting heavily due to exhaustion while being surrounded by the vociferous cheers of the out-crying patrons.

.Al Mulligan.]-:
"Damn I thought it was over after that. Delta has pulled out all the stops tonight, and I bet even he thought his curtain call was over."

.The Fuzz.]-:
"Another fraction of a second and the bell would have been rung. That doesn't take away from the maneuver itself though. That Fisherman Suplex was quite artful."

."The Genius" Matthew Oliveira.]-:
"Yeah, but it took as much out of McCoy as it did Delta. Both men are inert, and yeah you've heard it a hundred times before, but the first man to his feet will be in prime position to win this barn burner..."

TBCB Delta
(OOC: Been caught up with a ton of IRL crap. Hopefully we can salvage this match in the last few days we have. Sorry man.)

[Dustin Delta]

(No problem, bro.)

Post reserved, should be up either tomorrow or Sunday.

[Dustin Delta]

Bothsuperstars lay on the canvas, the only signs of life or movement was the heaving of their bodies as they breathed. The zebrashirt looks back and forth between the two fallen warriors, his eyes shifting as he awaiting a sudden movement. The referee is disappointed as the two competitors lay silently and he must start the 10-count. "1!" The arbiter's voice booms over the crowd as he holds up an index finger, watching the two carefully. He continues, "2!" Members of the audience cheer on the two of them, trying to encourage them to raise themselves from the mat. The first one to move is Dustin Delta, whose eyes drift up and his arm reaches out for the bottom rope of the ring. He winces in pain but stretches his limbs, doing everything possible to grasp the rope. Double D pulls himself closer to the edge of the ring and turns his head, checking on Freebird, who is beginning to stir. The Blitz reaches behind him and forces himself to arch his back, attempting desperately to relieve his pain. He disregards it the best he can and slowly rises to his vertical base, watching McCoy carefully. Freebird, who took a slight recoil from the Avalanche Cradle Suplex, leans forward on the ropes, dazed but almost up. The Floridian's mind works quickly and he decides to act hurt, as he mimics the Blue Collar Brawler and leans forward on the top rope, becoming a thespian in his own right. Freebird pushes himself off the ropes and stumbles back a bit, but finds a firm balance. He looks over to Delta and grins idiotically, charging towards the Aerialist; McCoy raises his boot and goes to drive them into Double D's head. Just before the Big Boot connects, the Courier of Controversy drops and pulls the top rope down with him. Freebird's leg flies over the rope and Delta releases it from his grasp. The ropes springs up and hits McCoy in the taint; stopping the battering ram in it's tracks. Dustin rolls out of the way and pops up behind the Redneck 'Rassler. The former King of the Deathmatch runs up behind McCoy and dropkicks him in the spine, sending him over the ropes and to the mat at ringside.
"I was pretty sure Delta was done after that suplex! But damn, the kid is coming back here. He's giving Freebird a run for his money tonight!"

"Freebird McCoy is yet to lose a match in GHW, and Delta is on his way out. If Delta could leave on a high note tonight, it'd be a great way to end his run here."

"As talented as Delta is, I don't see it happening."

Delta smiles, basking in McCoy's moment of downfall. Freebird doesn't remain down for long, though. He unrealistically rebounds off the floor and stands back up, dizzily. The Floridian Falcon grins as a mischievous thought crosses his mind. He runs at the corner in front of the Blue Collar Brawler and runs up the ends of the ropes, tilting his body to the right. Double D propels himself back, over the set of ropes behind him and to hist left, and flips back so that he is completely upside-down. He crashes in McCoy with a moonsault-crossbody, sending them both back down, leaving them disposed on the thin, ringside padding. Delta bounces up to his knees and crosses his arms over his torso, pain stricken from the impact. The Aerodynamo reaches down and locks his arms around the neck of Freebird, pulling him up and rolling him under the bottom ropes of the ring. Delta grins and jumps up to the apron, prepared to follow up and close the match-up. He stands in wait beside the corner, jumping up and down impatiently. The Oklahoman slowly brings himself to his feet and turns around to face his exiting opposition. The Courier jumps to the top rope and front flips towards Freebird, in an attempt to knock down the Tulsa native with a senton. In a Chuck Testa moment, the Blue Collar Brawler shakes his head no and latches his arms around the arms of Delta, slamming him down to the mat authoritatively with a Blue Collar Buster, enticing a huge roar of the crowd.