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Post by Millson and Simpson on Dec 6, 2011 12:23:27 GMT -5
The crowd hear this theme and seeing the titantron of the man involved, their nonchalance soon turns into raucous boos and as one half of the GHW Tag Team champions steps into view, Mighty Man Millson can only react with a cocky smile flashed at the GHW audience. Triple M throws his arm in the air and hoists his title upwards, before draping it over his shoulder and walking down the ramp, ignoring the front row fans who try to touch him. As the Daddy's Boy reaches the ring, he hops onto the apron and skirts the outside of the ring, leaping up the turnbuckle pads and lifting the Tag title one more time, this time to more boos. Millson drops into the ring and goes across to the ropes nearest to the announce table and orders the ring attendant to hand him a microphone, which he does. Once the pipe bomb's in his hand, Millson speaks, title still draped around his shoulder.
So, tonight I'm facing a former GHW New Age champion, a man who shook the world when he defeated Hayden HardKore and a man who unmasked and revealed himself as Jake Diamond months ago. The very fact that Diamond's reverted back to wearing a burlap sack over his head and dress pants to the ring shows me that he's not stable and so will be very dangerous. Filter in the fact that he has one of the biggest men you'll ever see in his very own corner, Beast, and you get a man who is damn near unbeatable. However, I can at least take Beast out of the equation. Please let me introduce, no scratch that, reintroduce, my new bodyguard, Johnny 'The Punisher' Simpson.
The crowd boo as The Punisher makes his return too GHW, staring down at the floor as he stands on the stage, before looking forward and pacing down the ramp to the ring, Millson clapping him as he does so. Simpson hops onto the apron and steps over the top rope, before shaking hands with Millson, who tosses the microphone out of the ring, both men waiting for Pavor Nocturnus and his manservant, Beast.
TBC- Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Dec 10, 2011 2:07:39 GMT -5
Beast's Contract: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpcontracts&action=display&thread=11487
Starring up as his massive counter part, Millson seems more than pleased in his efforts to neutralize Pavor's behemoth of a partner. Albeit Beast has the accolade as one of the longest reigning tag team champions of all time but The Punisher's might could certainly match that of his opponent's. Millson, however, no matter how wily or well thought out of a strategy he could have imagined the possible variable of Jake Diamond's masked dementia really couldn't be toyed with. Something he was, unfortunately, about to experience. After a brief pause to allow the audience to really soak in the magnitude of MMII's introduction the lights of the arena immediately black out before pulsating violently to the rhythm of the Templar's newest theme music "White Washed" by August Burns Red". Suddenly, as the beat of the drum grows, as do the flickering lights and excitement of the audience. Before long a small silhouette appears in the entrance tunnel only to eventually be eclipsed by a significantly more massive figure. Just as the lyrics in the song begin to kick-off, Charlie Coors raises the microphone up to his mouth only to be unceremoniously cut off by the Masked Mastermind, Pavor Nocturnus. Pavor Nocturnus: "Oh no, no, no, no! Ch-Charlie, don't you worry y-y-your precious l-little head tonight! Your efforts won't be needed, no! Not in the slightest..." Emerging from the entrance tunnel wearing what seems to be the same dirty and patched up suit that he wore during his debut, Pavor seemed hardly ready for action but, rather, the first available trip to an infirmary. The towering monster behind him seemed to be in quite the opposite condition. Wearing short black wrestling with matching boots, knees and elbow pads to boot, the man simply known as Beast looked poised to compete. Despite being formerly known as the Masked Monster, without the veil covering his face his wild hair and twisted smile made the man seem almost even more cynical. The audience, partially excited to see Millson's face get beat in and others torn to simply see Pavor return deliver a mixed reaction of boos and cheers to their simple presence. PN: "It seems as though y-you and I h-h-have come under a small misunderstanding... You see M-Millson, I would love nothing m-more than to t-take my elbow and b-break the back of y-your skull in and g-g-give your brain such a r-rattle it would make Sidney Crosby blush b-but no... As y-you know those days are over... F-for myself at least... M-my friend here enjoys hearing a much rather different tale... A-hah-hah! Yes, yes, oh much more different indeed! S-So you see... Tonight, I-I'm afraid little J-Johnny S-Simpson is going to have to enjoy my company... Walking down the ramp swinging the rope from the noose around his neck incredibly casually, Pavor's strut seems almost too indifferent for the events before him. Ignoring the out stretched hands of the audience or mixed reaction to his announcement it appeared as though the burlap sack made Jake's skull even more thick than usual. Beast, meanwhile, continues down the ramp, entirely engaged on his opponent, target locked on like a heat seeking missile approaching his target. "S-so let us get the f-formalities out of the way... Shall we..? Introducing the o-opponent... Being accompanied t-to the ring by the malefic leader of th-the Templar, yours truly... W-Weighing in t-tonight at a staggering three hundred and twenty pounds and s-standing at an impressive six feet and ten inches tall... BEAST!" On cue, at the foot of the ring, the unspeakable giant stretches his arms past his sides, almost in signature Jake Diamond fashion, and bellows a deep roar to the ring. Tittering loud enough under his mask to be heard, Pavor Nocturnus' gitty nature was obvious enough, however given Millson's slightly surprised expression it only added fuel to the fire. The audience, knowing how mischievous and underhanded Jake or rather Pavor was let out a quick and excited cheer under full knowledge that this match was going to turn filthy and quick. Climbing up onto the ring aprons with ease, Beast still, not for a moment, removes his eyes from Millson, even as the man argues with the referee to not ask The Punisher to leave the ring. That, of course, was when the Dysphorian Dictator decided to throw in the dagger. "... Oh... And h-heavens me for forgetting... It m-must have slipped my mind persay... I h-had a lovely discussion with our wonderful officials and g-general manager and agreed to make things a tad... more... b-ba-balanced... Which is why the only s-stipulation to win, of course, is b-by putting your opponent through a table... Oh yes! Yes! M-most balanced indeed! A-hah-hah A-hah!" That, of course, was possibly one of the worst set of news Millson could hear. In order to win he would have to put a man who dwarfed him in size and weighed well over three hundred pounds through a table. Attempting to reason with the official the Daddy's boy grabbed onto the collar of the referee, demanding "as the tag team champion" he so put it, to change the match. The loud, dinging clang of the bell at ringside possibly signaled a very long night ahead of the tag team champion. "That underhanded snake! I'm not sure what I should be more appalled by! The fact that Jake, I mean Pavor weaseled his way out of the match or that he put in that freak in a match that Millson's going to have a Hell of a time to work around!" "Millson is more than capable of taking on any and all comers, you've seen his work ethic! Once he puts Beast through that table he's going to prove once and for all he deserves his place here! Besides, with Johnny Simpson back it's going to be a cake walk!" "... Have you forgotten who, exactly, is underneath that burlap sack? Arguably the most underhanded and devious man to ever call himself a champion. Nevermind the fact he's actually a gifted Fighty fighty person but the second he gets his hands on a splitting maul..." TBC {Writer's notes: ... Yeah. Tables match. Thought it'd make it more fun}
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Dec 13, 2011 7:34:11 GMT -5
As the ring bell reverberates around the arena, Millson forgets about appealing to the official, instead turning to the gargantuan Beast and raising his hand, attempting to wave off the attacking Dysphorian. However, with thoughts on his sole purpose in the squared circle, Beast ignores the gesture and simply hulks over Triple M, who backs away, attempting to escape the gaze of the giant in front of him. As soon as Millson feels the twang of ropes behind him, he knows that the proverbial door has been closed and the only way to escape is to fight, instantly rushing forward and throwing desperation punches at the cranial lobe of the 320 pounder, hoping to sway the giant. However, The closed fists have the adverse effect and merely anger Beast, who turns red with anger and shoots his boot out in front of him, nearly decapitating Millson with a Big Boot to the face. As the Mighty Man falls onto his back, Pavor shouts instructions to his cumbersome cronie, who nods at Nocturnus and grabs the arm of the Ultimate Ego, hauling Millson to his feet with no wasted motion. Unrelenting as expected, Beast throws his right hand around the larynx of Triple M and hoists Millson into the air with his free arm around the Daddy's Boy's midriff, holding him in the sky for a few seconds, wheeling around to the centre of the squared circle before he drops his arm, throwing the Englishman back-first to the mat. As the ring shakes with the impact of the Chokeslam and Millson squirms on the canvas like a squashed bug in it's last throes of life, Beast towers over the Tag Team champion and jumps into the air, extending his legs to a seated position in flight, dropping his legs onto the sternum of the Daddy's Boy and crushing the wind from Millson's body.
A devastating Leg Drop from Beast and so far, this match has gone as expected with complete domination from Pavor's right hand man.
And if I'm Millson, I'm worried, because how can you put this near 7 footer through a table?
The Dysphorian immediately dismounts from the crushed carcass of the Ultimate Ego and without thought, the instincts of Pavor's cronie tell him to exit the ring and bring the only means of victory into play. As Beast makes his way out of the squared circle, Millson's equaliser comes face to face with the Dysphorian Demon and the two behemoths stare at each other, with Johnny Simpson showing no signs of backing down. Eventually, Nocturnus realises the wastefulness of this encounter and shouts at Beast to get the table, the Dysphorian heeding the bidding of his master and grabbing the wooden implement, impressively lifting it over his head and throwing the table into the ring. As Beast then goes to enter the ring himself by ascending the ring apron, Simpson once again catches the eye of the 320 pound behemoth, the Templar member distracted momentarily. The distractions are enough for Triple M to regain his senses and without hesitation, Millson sprints the length of the ring, before leaping into the air and extending both legs, the soles of both black boots punching Beast in the pectorals, the surprise force of the Dropkick throwing Beast off the apron and to the concrete outside the squared circle.
Millson gives his bodyguard a quick thumbs up, before dropping to the mat and sliding out of the ring, running up to Beast and planting a kick to the midriff of the kneeling giant. Not wasting any time, knowing that Beast won't be too badly hurt from Millson's meager offense, the Daddy's Boy grabs a television monitor from Al and The Fuzz's announce table and waits for the Dysphorian Demon to regain full verticality. Once Pavor's bodyguard has shook his injuries and regained enough strength to stand to his feet, he turns to Millson with anger in his bloodshot eyes, but can only think of what he's going to do later in the match, as Millson swings the monitor, the steel crashing into the cranium of the behemoth and dropping him to the floor once again. Millson drops the monitor and wipes the blood from his lips, the result of the boot to the mouth at the start of the contest. The Ultimate Ego stares into the squared circle, sees the table that Beast supplied and a smirk envelops the face of the Tag Team champion as he signals to The Punisher. Simpson strides over to Beast and picks up the near unconscious figure as if he's nothing, before dragging the Dysphorian to the ring apron and throwing the big man underneath the bottom rope, Millson sliding into the squared circle as he does so.
Well, I suppose it's a No-Disqualification match, so you may as well use Simpson as much as you can, if you're Millson.
Definitely. Simpson's already come in handy tonight and it looks as if he's set up Beast for a fall here.
As the colour commentators call the match, Triple M backs into the nearest turnbuckle and hoists himself onto the second rope, standing to his fullest and placing both hands in a double uppercut motion, the customary taunt of the Whitby Wonder. Finally ready to take a leap, Millson jumps into the air and spreads himself as wide as possible, outstretching all of his limbs and allowing gravity to add to his velocity, the Tag Team champion's entire skeletal structure falling onto the midriff of the Dysphorian and taking the air from Beast's lungs, winding the giant. Millson smartly rolls off the gasping body of the lackey and confident that Beast is incapacitated, Millson walks over to the table and stands it upright, extending the legs to the ground and making sure the implement is stable, before positioning the wood near the turnbuckle. Once the Ultimate Ego is satisfied with his work, he turns his attentions back to the second competitor in the contest and walks hurriedly over to Beast, grabbing the winded Dysphorian by his long hair and attempting to wrench him to his feet. Once Millson realises his strength isn't nearly strong enough to lift Beast, Triple M changes tack and walks over to the turnbuckle furthest away from Pavor's cronies, waiting for Beast to recover enough strength to haul himself to his full verticality. With the crowd in Beast's corner, urging him on and warning him of the potential danger, the Dysphorian gets to his feet, albeit still clutching his stomach, and without pause for thought, Millson sprints at Beast and ducks his shoulder, attempting a Spear. However, with instinctive reactions, Beast sidesteps with speed belying his size, the momentum of the Daddy's Boy sending him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle post, narrowly missing the pads.
Beast lets out a roar and as Millson slowly unfolds himself from the turnbuckle post, he turns into the clutches of the Dysphorian Demon, who plants a boot into the sternum of the Tag Team champion, doubling Millson over. Beast wastes no time in ramming Millson's head inbetween his legs and as Beast turns to face the table in the opposite corner, he wraps his gargantuan arms around the midriff of Triple M and hoists him into the air, Millson facing away from Beast's glare, with his back to the wooden table. Beast takes a few steps to put the Mighty Man within throwing distance of a PPV loss and as soon as the Dysphorian lets out a second guttural roar, Millson escapes the clutches of Beast and drops to the mat behind the bodyguard, dropping and rolling out of the squared circle and into the hands of Johnny Simpson, who puts himself inbetween Millson and the Beast in the ring.
Just in time. If Beast had of Powerbombed Millson through the table, the match would have been over and Millson would have been spending the night in a hospital bed.
Pavor's got this all worked out. There's no way Millson can put Beast through the table and eventually Millson won't be able to run anymore.
TBC- Pavor
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Dec 17, 2011 3:48:14 GMT -5
OOC- 72 hour rule.
Simpson hoists Millson to his feet and offers a few quiet words of encouragement, before patting the Tag Team champion on the back, Millson slowly crawling back into the squared circle, cautiously rethinking his plan of action. Not one for strategic thought, Beast simply charges the Whitby Wonder and at the last second, Millson sidesteps, the momentum of the Dysphorian sending him into the turnbuckle pads, with Triple M sprinting to the opposite set of ropes, returning to the staggering Beast and throwing his entire body at the giant's. However, with deftness and speed of thought, Beast catches the oncoming Millson and Pavor's henchman walks into the middle of the ring, before leaning backwards and throwing the Mighty One back to the side of the ring previously occupied by the Dysphorian Demon. Millson lets out a howl of pain as he lands back-first on the hard canvas, the power and strength of the giant bodyguard accentuating the impact of the Fallaway Slam to the point of even Johnny Simpson grimacing slightly. As Pavor applauds the work of his cronie, Beast wheels back to his feet and stalks the Mighty One, grabbing Millson by his hair and lifting the Brit to his feet, throwing Millson into the turnbuckle. Not wasting a second, Beast opens his hand and slaps Millson in the chest, the sound resonating throughout the arena. Not content with just one strike, Beast repeatedly clubs down, taking advantage of the lack of a 5 count, stopping once Triple M's chest is beet red. Once the Dysphorian relents, he backs away and Millson staggers out of the corner, only for the 320 pounder to wrap his gargantuan arms around the body of the GHW Tag Team champion and squeezes, lifting the Mighty Man in the air as he does so. As the power of the giant begins to show, Millson lets out wheezes of air, trying desperately to fight the Bear Hug being applied on his sternum, trying to stay concious for as long as it takes to find a way out of the hold, Nocturnus smiling as his bodyguard does all the hard work.
This is it. If Millson falls unconcious, Beast will have all the time in the world to put Millson on top of the ladder and put him through it with no resistance.
But Triple M's a master of submission holds. He must know an escape, he must.
Big Al's hopes seem dashed, however, as Millson ditches all technical know-how and delivers quick albeit weak punches to the cranial lobe of the Dysphorian, hoping that the strikes will weaken the grip of the 7 footer, the actual effect only to anger Beast and force the bodyguard into wrenching Millson's spine a little harder. As all seems lost, the Daddy's Boy reaches into the Ric Flair schoolings and in desperation, simply rakes the eyelids of the Templar member, Beast letting out a scream as his one weakness is found. Beast releases the hold to claw at his own eyes in pain and as Pavor's cronie falls to a kneeling position, Millson holds himself vertical with the help of the top rope, letting out a smile as he realises the vulnerability of the Templar member. At the urgings of The Punisher, Millson jogs over to the corner and as Beast gets to his feet, turning to the Tag Team champion, the Englishman charges out of the corner and ducks his shoulder at the last minute, spearing the big man through the midriff and forcing Beast to the canvas. The crowd let out a cheer as the underdog downs the giant like David did Goliath and even the Mighty Man himself scarcely believes his eyes when he looks down at his handiwork, but nevertheless continues his offence, hitting the adjacent ropes. On his return, Millson executes a quick forward roll to bring him to a standing position over the downed Beast and leaps into the air, front flipping in mid-air and landing back-first on the sternum of the Dysphorian Demon, strangling the air from the lungs of the 320 pounder.
Rolling Thunder! Would you believe this turnaround?
I knew Triple M had it in him and if he keeps this offence up, he's got a chance to win this contest against all odds.
Having finally earned some separation from the towering Beast, Millson allows himself a small moment of celebration, throwing his hands into the air and drawing a cocky smile on his face, but unbeknownst to him, Pavor Nocturnus slides into the squared circle. Before Johnny Simpson can shout out to his friend and warn him of the former New Age champion's presence, Pavor spins a full 360 degrees and drives his elbow into the back of the Mighty Man's head, immediately flooring Millson with a sharp crack. Seeing the Coup de Mort, The Punisher slides into the ring and charges at Nocturnus, but having the experience and the knowledge, Pavor drops to the mat and slides out of the ring as soon as he hits his signature move, backing up the ramp and away from the Pinesville Native as Simpson exits the ring in pursuit of the veteran.
TBC- Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Dec 17, 2011 18:26:39 GMT -5
Twas finishing post but if that's how you roll. Go ahead.
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