Connor Quinn vs Desperado

[Brad Windsor]

Colin: Well Al what do you think of this next bout? Exciting?
Al: Oh, very much Colin. Up next we see the return of Desperado to pay-per-view and what can possibly be more exciting than the Deadly Dangerous one?
Colin: D and D?
Al: Yes, D and D indeed.
Colin: But what about his opponent. Connor Quinn in his short time has had only one match prior to this and didn’t come away with much luck. You do remember this past Thursday on Triumph?
Al: How could I forget Colin! The athleticism showcased and all the highflying manoeuvres by the three debutants made that match quite a spectacle.
Colin: A spectacle indeed. Connor did put on a great fight but came just a little short, and now he is scheduled to face a veteran of the game. We heard just minutes ago about how much respect Connor has for Desperado, and how he views him as his idol in the business. But the question is how Desperado would view a very young, untested Fighty fighty person who is trying to make it in the big league, being put to face him at a pay-per-view of this calibre. Is there mutual respect do you think?
Al: Don’t be daft. Everyone knows respect has to be earned. Connor hasn’t won the respect of anyone, least of all someone as big as Desperado. I’d be surprised if James would even know who this guy was. I think this is a direct insult to Desperado from the management. He should be in the World Championship match, not here facing a virtually unknown talent.

“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for a one fall.”

Charlie’s voice rings true within the Boston arena. On cue to the announcement the fans in attendance stand up, their excitement renewed. Their various signs are whipped high, flagging. The festive atmosphere has gained momentum since the start of the night, thanks to some memorable bouts, and now the people are once again getting ready for another. The lights go out. Darkness engulfs everything to cause numerous high pitched screams from females in attendance. Through the darkness the Titan Tron comes alive with only a single word, “EPIC”. A circle of light shines through from the within the floor of the stage below the Tron, then a theme music starts to play. To the awe of the disappeared crowd, a figure walks into the white circle. The golden hair and the ripped masculine body with wide shoulders and a puffed out chest reveals the identity of the Fighty fighty person in question.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE
WOULD YOU BRING YOUR ATTENTION TO ME?
FOR A FEAST FOR YOUR EYES TO SEE
AN EXPLOSION OF CATASTROPHE
LIKE NOTHING YOU’VE EVER SEEN BEFORE
WATCH CLOSELY AS I OPEN THIS DOOR
YOUR JAWS WILL BE ON THE FLOOR
AFTER THIS YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR MORE

“Introducing first, he is from Chicago Illinois and weighting in tonight at two-hundred-and-twenty-six-pounds, Connor Quinn!”

As soon as Charlie’s theatrical introduction ends the arena is lightened up to reveal a shower of golden sparks raining a few feet ahead of the entrant. Connor marches out of his basking spot to split through the waterfall of fire. His strides begin to take him down the ramp. The fans are positively manipulated by this unexpected entrance and start to cheer their man on as he travels through them and towards the ring. Conner drops his head down and extends his arms out to each side, like a crucifix, as he travels to the squared circle. The effect brings his palms closer to people’s reach as they lean over the barricades to steal a touch.

Colin: Wow, I certainly wasn’t expecting this. This is very clever on Connor’s part by making people care just a little bit more about him, because he knows that Desperado’s name alone has made this a blockbuster, and his is not so bright in seeking attention.
Al: Certainly an impressive entrance. But that only raises the expectations. Can he back up the statement he is making here? If Connor Quinn truly believes that he is “epic”, then can he prove it once the legendary Desperado makes his arrival?

TBCB Despy

[Desperado]

'Animal I have become' by Three Days Grace hits the PA system as the attention of everyone in the arena turns towards the entrance. The lights go dim whilst smoke begins to rise via the ventilators.

The titantron flickers on to show the words 'Deadly By Nature' before fading away to show 'Desperado' in a golden font. The screen fades away to display many clips of James wrestling whilst switching to him training in an old empty gym. The whole clip is in black and white.

::[Charlie Coors]::
"Making his way to the ring, ... hailing from Brooklyn, New York, ...standing 6'3", ... Weighing in at 228lbs, ... He’s the Technical Tornado, … The High-Flying Hunk, …The Deadly and Dangerous, … DESPERADO!"

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

James breaks through the layer of smoke, his long white gown draping the floor, the sapphire lining shining under the flashing lights of the camera's. He moves through the sides of the screaming fan as he advances to the ring making boxing actions as if warming himself up for the match.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal


He reaches the stairs and climbs them in rhythm, each foot hitting the steel at the right time, his hooded gown flapping in the air behind him. When he ascends the stairs completely, he tilts his head back, removing the hood to reveal his psychotic smile and lifts his arms to his sides. The lights suddenly go back to full strength. James removes his gown and lets it drop to his feet before entering the ring in his white trunks with sapphire blue, silky stripes along with his matching white and blue boots. His hands are strapped with white tape whilst tattoo's cover most of his arms and shoulders. A lot of cuts and bruises are present on his body.

Desperado walks up to Connor and gives him a quick inspection before sending a smile his way as if to say good luck before he returns to his corner as the referee prepares to ring the bell.[/color][/center]

TBCB Jakob A.

[Brad Windsor]

The sound of the bell ringing slowly fades away. Fans start their relentless chanting for their beloved hero. James Daniels, the infamous Desperado of the wrestling business, the only remaining member of the most epic stable in GHW’s history and the sure-to-be future hall of famer stands straight, peering down at his very young opponent. His cold blue eyes portray a deadly and dangerous aura befitting a true predator. His perfect masculine figure glistens within the lights shining down upon him from the rafters above. His unnatural steadiness, his relaxed yet imposing stance has his statuesque physique look indeed like one of those Greek Gods of the past.

In contrast to Desperado however, the “Big Sexy” Chicago native isn’t showing any sort of threat in his posture. A good foot shorter and lacking those long legs and the army cropped bald head, Connor is grinning like he is watching his favourite porn-movie-star in person standing a couple of feet away from him. He shakes his head to give a rattle to those sexy long golden locks he is sporting from all the way back in the eighties, then takes two steps forward and extends his hand out. The moment turns awkward as his opponent stays in statue form, but Connor’s shit-eating grin stays put and his hand fails to retreat. Eventually, his peskiness wins and Conner’s hand is shook.

Matt Oliveira: This is how it should be. Connor Quinn showing respect to a veteran of the game and Desperado accepts the hand. This is classy. I like this.

…

Colin: DKO! Connor Quinn DKO’s Desperado! WHAT THE ACTUAL-
Al: Well there goes your respect Mattie. Straight out of the door! Quinn shakes the man’s hand then tries to put him away with his own finishing manoeuvre. That is sly.

The referee’s hand almost slaps the canvas for a third consecutive time before Desperado is able to lift a shoulder up. Almost! Connor sits up from his failed attempt at a cover with an amplified version of his now dangerously similar to JAKE-DIAMOND-TRADEMARK-SKULL-GRIN. His tongue lewdly slips out from in-between his snow-white teeth to taste his bottom lip. Under him, his opponent is rolled over onto one side. Connor nods mockingly to the chants in support of Desperado, and then re-directs his grinning face towards the dazed dynamite. His persistent grin is re-invigorated by what he sees. The fan favourite has decisively been thrown off of his game plan. The thunderous, unsuspecting DKO from the underdog was the last thing anyone would have expected, especially being executed as the first move of the bout. Feeding off this astound achievement Connor rises up bringing James up with him.

Desperado is straightened upright somewhat, however in the nick of time, the allegedly named Strife Slayer II, is midway up in the air with an arm coiled around his rookie opponent’s neck. With a bang his mass hits the mat, bringing the blond head of Connor down with him. Like a viper striking with venom, Desperado returns the favour via a vengeful DKO of his own. On the impact the fans are thrown up off of their seats. The notion comes from an explosion of excitement. Having delivered one of his most vicious DKOs of all time, Daniels sits up hissing at the unconscious heap in front of him. A sinister expression works itself onto his features as he stands up. At his feet his opponent at last begins to stir and that brings a sickly looking half-smile from Daniels. While obviously planning the next few minutes in his head, the Deadly and Dangerous one crouches slightly as he takes a few steps back. His eyes never leaving his opponent, Daniels lays in wait.

Unbeknown of the danger looming behind him Connor groggily rises up in prolonged stages. First it takes him a lot of seconds to make it to all his four. From there he is able to slowly elevate himself to his knees. The impatient crowd embrace itself as it wills the man to get up. Finally, amongst the distracting level of noise Connor makes it to his feet. He seems confused from all the screaming that is fired at him from all sides, so he begins to turn around. This proves to be a grave mistake for he walks right into the trap set for him.

Al: A SECOND DKO FROM DESPERADO! SOMEBODY CALL CONNOR’S MOMMA!
Colin: This match is over as quickly as it was begun! All that is left to do by Desperado is to cover the rookie and go back for an early dinner.
Matt O: Oh no but I know Desperado. He is not going for a cover, because he is not yet finished with Connor Quinn. The boy had the guts to embarrass him inside that ring by pulling off a successful DKO. One doesn’t just embarrass a former member of the Stone Orchard and then survives to tell its tale.

Proving Oliveira’s words true, Daniels never tries to roll Connor over and attempt a cover. Instead, he grabs two fistfuls of his opponent’s blond hair and slowly pulls him up to his knees. Connor is too far gone into the realm of darkness to provide any resistance or assistance of any sort, therefore Daniels is left to release his grasp on Connor’s hair and instead leans in to grab the man under his shoulders. Heaving under the dead weight, James struggles to fully erect the “Big Sexy” straight. Nevertheless once it is done, Despy makes him come down crashing with a third, devastating DKO to put the exclamation mark in front of this contest.

Al: That is decisive!
Colin: Oh come on! There is no need for this. All Desperado had to do was to cover Connor and be done with it. I don’t understand how these fans are cheering him. I don’t understand how anyone could applaud an act such as this. Connor Quinn is defenceless out there!

TBCB Despy

[Desperado]

The view Connor would now have to face would be one worth forgetting, if there was any remaining consciousness to feel the wrath of Desperado. The size 11 boot of Desperado would come thundering down from its elevated position into the nose-bridge of his opponent. Before the pain could sink in, another followed, this one striking his just below the right eye and into the cheek-bone. It didn't stop there for several attacks were blitzed in and one could witness sprouts of blood being released from the mouth, nose and face of the young superstar as Desperado carried out this horrified and ruthless attack.

"We all know Desperado has anger issues but come on, there is no need for this. This is senseless. Why doesn't someone stop this already?"

"I don't think anybody can stop this match except the referee and from the looks of things, he's too scared to intervene."

"If this doesn't stop, I think I might have to step in. Can't have Desperado kill somebody now can we?"

Desperado smiled at his opponent. Not a pleasant smile but one filled malevolence. "Bitch! What the fuck do you think you were doing, using my own move against me? Who do you think you are? Desperado?"
Despy pulled his head and laughed out loud before slumping to his knees. He pulled out an enclosed fist and brought it to Connor's face. He looked into the eyes of the young man. They begged for mercy but there was none to be received for all compassion was lost from the Revolutionary Leader. All he cared about was teaching him a lesson. One he wouldn't forget. After all, Desperado felt it was his job to put the newcomers in there place. Just like Vladimir Strife once did for him.

The enclosed fist came down like a bullet and struck Connor on his face. His left hand then came in faster the previous, knocking more blood out of Connor's mouth. Left-Right, Left-Right... This continued until Connor's eyes were fully closed and his face under several layers of crimson. The young man was unrecognizable.

Desperado smiled to the crowd but much to his confusion, a chorus of boo's reigned down. Desperado looked around and saw the fans who usually cheer so loudly for him were jeering his actions. He couldn't believe it. This worthless piece of trash had more fans than he did. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? YOU'RE BOOING ME? FOR THIS GUY?"
Desperado kicked the side of Connor's rib with his boot for emphasis. "THIS WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH? THIS IS UN-FUCKIN'BELIEVABLE! AFTER ALL I'VE GIVEN FOR YOU GUYS, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? FUCK THIS! FUCK YOU ALL! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!"

Desperado drops to the ground and puts his hands over Connor's limp body as the referee counts to the three. Desperado cocked his head back as he stood to his feet and spread his arms out to his side as he embraced the jeers. The referee didn't even bother raising his hands. His act was despicable. Nobody deserved such a beating, especially not a young superstar like Connor. Desperado looked at the crowd with daggers for eyes as he left the arena under his theme song. The match was over, and many feared, so was Connor's career. EMT's were seen arriving as Desperado made his way out.

-End of Match-