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Post by Millson and Simpson on Apr 10, 2012 7:18:00 GMT -5
This match is a Triple Threat Ambulance match for the King of the Deathmatch championship!.
Introducing first, accompanied by Johnny Simpson, he is one half of the GHW Tag Team champions, Mighty Man Millson!
The crowd hear this theme and almost instantaneously begin to boo, the jeers rising in decibels as Millson himself steps onto the stage, wearing previously unseen white trunks, wristbands, kneepads and boots, three gold M's emblazoned onto each side of the trunks. Triple M begins to walk down the ramp, ignoring all the front row fans and instead focusing on the ring, Johnny Simpson walking a few paces behind. As Millson reaches the squared circle, he begins to bob on the spot and a la Brock Lesnar, he leaps onto the apron, before grabbing the top rope somersaulting over it, landing on his feet. Triple M then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends it, raising his arms in the air to a chorus of boos, the Tag Team champion merely cracking a smile at the folly of the fans. Simpson, meanwhile, walks up the ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes, before grabbing the microphone of Coors as usual, passing it to Millson, who adresses the GHW Universe.
Tonight is the night that I finally get what is long overdue. You see, I have challenged many time for this prestigious title and tonight, tonight, I'm coming in with a slightly different gameplan. You see, everybody knows that my mission in life is to bring wrestling back to GHW and everybody knows that real wrestling doesn't involve weapons violence. However, tonight, I frankly don't care. Everybody knows that me and Dustin Delta have a lot of good history together, but we also have a lot of bad. And AJ Scally, well he claims that I have killed the tag team division. So wrestling is going to have to take a rest tonight. Scally, Delta, you are going to have to beat not only each other, but also a man who is letting out his hardcore side for one night only if you want to hold the Deathmatch title. So good luck. You will, and I repeat, will need it. Because the King of the Deathmatch title...NEEDS...MORE...MILLSON!
The crowd boo and the Mighty Man cracks a wicked smile as he throws the microphhone away and awaits his two opponents.
TBC- Delta or Scally
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Post by Dustin Delta on Apr 10, 2012 16:27:59 GMT -5
The arena has no opportunity to settle, as the hype is rejuvenated by the sounds of sirens, courtesy of the two ambulances on the edges of the stage. The fans cheer as "Here To Show The World" by Downstait can be heard, heralding the arrival of the King of the Deathmatch Champion. However, after the hook of the song, the audio cuts out and the masses are drowned by an unexpected silence. Confusion runs awry, and many question the happening. Suddenly, "Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood" by Volbeat hits, and an updated rendition of Dustin Delta's graphics are displayed on the LED screens. The audience pops, and the curtain is pushed aside as Double D himself emerges in the limelight, clothed in a red and gold alternate of his attire and his "We're All Mad Here" shirt. On his right shoulder was the reflective silver of the prestigious Deathmatch Championship. The shimmering title seems to enjoy and boast in the bright lights more than Dustin himself. Smiles besmirching his face, the Blitz makes his way down the entrance's incline. "And the reigning champion, from a state of Deep Sleep, weighing in at 229 lbs., he is your King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dussssstiiiiiiin Dellllllltaaaaaaaa!" Charlie Coors' voice booms over the entrance music as Delta proceeds down the ramp, trapped amongst the hype and jubilee of his fans. Paying tribute to his inspiration as a training Fighty fighty person way back when, Double D side steps to the ring, screaming "YES!" repeatedly as he does. Soon, the audience catches on and joins in, chanting YES as the Deathmatch Majesty performs a running jump from the ground of ringside to the apron of the canvas, glaring into the ring at Triple M, who remains still and focused. Delta smirks, and does a spiral gesture with his right forearm, mocking an ambulance's siren. The Wrestling Enterprise shakes his head disapprovingly as his opponent does so, but the Tower of London winner laughs it off and jets over the top rope to enter the squared circle. Double D stands face-to-face with his foe, one half of the GHW Tag Team Champions, Mighty Man Millson II. In an attempt to reap the attention of the masses from Dustin, Triple M holds up his tag team championship high above his head. In a silent response, The Human Deathwish holds up his Deathmatch title, parallel to Millson's gold. The audience cheers on the defending champion, who then walks away and ascends to the top rope, posing with his championship as the camera slowly zooms out and pans to the left, capturing a beautiful image that remains in the audience's mind as one of the last before the carnage unfolds.
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Post by B&lly on Apr 12, 2012 6:21:31 GMT -5
Bombshell by Powerman 5000 hits the PA causing the crowd to crazy in excitement and cheers.
Coors: Finally, from Newcastle, Australia, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the Flying Phenomenon, New People’s Champion, and Television Champion AJ SCALLY!!!!!
The crowd cheer louder as Coors finishes announcement and cheer a bit louder when the Aussie appears from behind the curtain. He is wearing long green and gold tights, representing the sports colours of Australia and is topless. He is also has the TV Title resting on his shoulder still with LOL painted over it.
Fuzz: AJ came into this Pay Per View looking to win his first ever GHW championship, well he has it I guess, but it is not what any of us were expecting.
Big Al: We were all very shocked to see Kahlan just hand over the title to Scally earlier tonight and now he could end up a double champion.
Matt: Moving on from that this should be brutal as we are guaranteed two people will leave here in ambulances.
Fuzz: Not only that the last man standing so to speak will become the King of the Deathmatch champion.
AJ continues his walk, high-fiving fans along the way; and makes his way to the steps, before climbing into the ring; and handing the LOLTV Title to a nearby official before resting against a turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.
TBC DD just edit your entrance in
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Post by Dustin Delta on Apr 12, 2012 20:46:26 GMT -5
The stage is set, the story written. Each articulate detail has manifested itself within the grand chamber of entertainment named the GHW Arena. AJ Scally, and Mighty Man Millson II, and Dustin Delta, the three actors play on this stage, masters of their craft. This beautiful two act play may be one of the most crucial performances of their careers, because the paycheck of the victor includes the coveted silver plates and leather strap of the King of the Deathmatch Championship. The bell rings, and each combatant finds themselves at a challenge of crossroads, and on each path, lies a tall column which opposes their progression down the path. Those two columns are known as their two foes in this match-up. The audience can't wait to see this bout, and every man, woman, and child in the building very well knows that this battle is a wildcard and has the potential components needed to steal the show. With the bell's third sounding, the curtain is raised, the scenery in place, and the story is an open book to the hearts and eyes of millions. Immediately, the ambitious and agitated underdog, AJ Scally, makes a break towards the King of the Deathmatch Champion. Double D, still poised in the vicinity of his corner, improvises and puts his agile abilities to good use. Dustin jumps back and plants his two feet on the second rope and rolls back, landing upright on the apron of the ring. The People's Champion stops on a dime and changes direction, turning to face the Wrestling Enterprise. Millson moves forward in a manner much comparable to a locomotive, and it seems that he's going full steam ahead at the smaller frame of AJ Scally. The Down-Under Underdog remembers what he was instructed in younger days and stops, drops, and rolls out of the squared circle as the Deathmatch Majesty ascends to execute a springboard maneuver, delivering a front drop kick to the sternum of Triple M, and both superstars are sent crashing down into the canvas in what some may call a fiery explosion. Following the fallout, Scally deems the environment safe, and enters in silence. The audience cheers as AJ runs towards the downed carcass of Mighty Man, and leaps forth while twisting his form, o deliver a proper elbow strike to the diaphragm, knocking the air out of Millson. To continue the onslaught, AJ gets down on bended knee over the pectoral region of Millson's torso and begins a series of constant punches to the temple of the Tag Team Champion, relentlessly driving his knuckles into the same indent that he's created.
"We know AJ was the one who wanted this shot, and he's definitely taking advantage of every moment. This kid may have gone from underdog to sure-fire winner!"
"I wouldn't bet my money on him, Colin. This kid does one thing, and that's lose. An early showing doesn't mean much unless you follow through with it the entire match. By the time the bell rings, all that matters is the last three seconds of the bout." Scally unleashes a wrathful bellow as he continues to throw strikes at Triple M. But the turning tides drag him into the undertow, for Dustin Delta stomps down on the shoulder blade of AJ, his barrage cut short. The Sleepwalker assists the challenger in returning to a stabilized vertical base, and once the Losing Streak Loyal is standing again, Double D tries to push him back into the ropes to force momentum on AJ for an Irish Whip. The attempt is made, but by his resolve, Scally is able to prevent being sent into a dash and instead, engages the Angel of the Swamp in a collar and elbow tie-up, but snatches the upper hand and transitions into a painful wrist clutch. Dustin's face narrates the story of pain and agony as Scally turns the page and locks in an armbar so painful that some say they heard the tendons in the champion's arm shred, though fortunately, they hadn't. Limbs flailing, the champion desperately tries to break the submission hold, but he is not freed from AJ's penitentiary until the Mat-based Millionaire makes the save and uses his shoulder as a battering ram, knocking down the Aussie with ease. Millson focuses on getting revenge on the People's Champion, giving Dustin Delta a moment to breath. The Wrestling Enterprise quickly drags AJ to his feet, and transitions into a Suplex, dropping Scally on his back. However, the Whitby Wonder doesn't release the winner of EVO. Instead, he rolls over and stands, positioning himself and Scally perfectly for a second Suplex, which connects. AJ arches his back upon his spine meeting the canvas, and the English Ego kneels, widened eyes glaring down at the feisty pest. Standing now, Millson begins to stomp away at the left shoulder of his foe, and after a series of driven heels, begins to drop joint strikes with his knee and elbow, wearing down the ball and socket joint in AJ's shoulder. Triple M's dominion over the match is proved to be finite, as the camera twists to reveal Dustin Delta, wielding a kendo stick from ringside and slowly reaching a steady vertical base. Finding his center of gravity, Double D stands and using his free hand, whistles. This tactic does attract the attention of the Whitby native, who turns his body to face the defending champion as Dustin tosses the kendo stick forth. As planned, Triple M catches it horizontally, and with a grin sketched onto his face, the Blitz goes for an axe kick which would make contact with Millson's head and break the kendo stick. Unfortunately, the stick is not as flimsy as the King of the Deathmatch had hoped. His feet are caught, each on one side of the kendo stick, and Delta as a result begins to hang upside down. In only takes moments for the Sleepwalker to realize that he's in deep shit and for Millson to realize the kind of power he now has. Laughing maniacally, Triple M lifts the kendo stick higher, elevating Double D's hanging body. Mighty Man begins to spin about as if executing a Samoan Toss or Airplane Spin. Finally, near the ropes, the Egotist realizes the Japanese weapon, and Delta is sent flying over the ropes and shoulder-first into the steel barricade, the threshold between the scene and the audience. Many of those in the capacity crowd gasp in horror as contact is made with an audible bang which would break most men.
"By god, what an impact! We know that Dustin Delta is one to take pain and refuel himself with it, and this isn't the last of him, but even with knowing this young man, I'd be surprise to see him fight again. I couldn't imagine the agony that would accompany that kind of hit!"
"Dustin Delta will need to proceed in this match with caution. Millson and Scally will know to target the shoulder and arm now, and Double D here will have to be weary of what he does if he doesn't want to suffer an injury to his limb." Millson stays within the ring's confines, hysterical due to the failed offensive attempt by a man he sees as an unworthy champion. He may have taken an little bit too much time to laugh though, as AJ Scally proves that he is in fact conscious after being steamrolled by the Daddy's Boy. He makes a slow rise to his feet, using the ropes for supplemental leverage. He does in fact stand, and approaches the former Television Champion with methods of stealth. A light tap on the shoulder from behind does cause Millson to turn around in a daze and receive a roundhouse kick to the head from the Down-Under Underdog, sending Triple M down into the mat, possibly blacked out. With both opponents down and out, AJ sees this as the opportune time to put his driver's license to good use. The audience cheers as Scally performs a mock-siren gesture, much like the one Dustin had done during his entrance, and exits the ring. The Southern Savage can't help but smile with grim delight as he ascends the ramp and nears one of the two provided ambulances on the stage. He pops open the door, twists the key which is already in the ignition, and the moving doctor's office roars with an artificial liveliness that incites a pop from the crowd. Still brimming with a dark happiness, AJ drives down the steel incline and parks the ambulance at ringside, so that one is nearer and makes dragging a downed body easier on his small stature. The calculating eyes of the EVO1 trophy holder lock onto the English Egotist, and it seems that the agitated AJ, who's public outcry set up for this performance, wants to be the last sight before the curtain drops on act one.
"Are you having a change of heart yet, Al? AJ is looking pretty good in this match-up so far, do you think he has what it takes to pull out the victory?"
"Anybody can pull out a victory, Colin. Scally here just proves that he isn't very good at that."
"He's proving it to us right now, if his resolve is potent enough, this may be an early demise for the Wrestling Enterprise!"
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Apr 17, 2012 6:23:34 GMT -5
Scally descends from the heights of the ambulance and strides over to the Mightiest of Millson's, who had rolled onto the outside in a vain attempt to earn some separation after the roundhouse, clasping his hands around the scruff of Millson's neck, dragging the dead weight over to the ambulance doors. However, the sudden movements of the New People's Champion punches through the haze that Millson finds himself in and with a sudden realisation of the impending danger, the Ultimate Ego throws his elbow into the sternum of the Aussie, the quick strike winding AJ and doubling over the aggressor. Quickly regaining his thoughts a few nuances, the Whitby Wonder throws a hard right hand onto the cerebellum of his opponent, the strike staggering the smaller Scally. As AJ reels back into the reach of the Whitbite, Millson plants a now white shaded boot into the sternum of the 200 pounder before draping his arm around Scally's neck in a traditional Front Facelock, the prelude to a bone-crunching DDT onto the padding outside the squared circle. The fans in attendance give out a loud groan as the control in this title bout rolls back over to the egotistical Englishman, the long road to victory for AJ Scally now turning into a round the world journey of discovery.
A grin envelops the face of the Mighty Man as he admires his handiwork, but the grin is wiped off his face in a split-second, as the bold champion, Dustin 'Alice' Delta, throws his arm into the back of Millson's cranium at full sprint, the force throwing the Wrestling Enterprise to ground, ironically sprawling next to AJ Scally, the man he's just floored. Never one to be cautious in the midst of an extreme match type, Delta wastes no time in delving deep underneath the ring apron, fishing for a weapon to use on his two challengers, pulling a sledgehammer out of the ring canvas and wielding it skywards for the world to see. Not knowing of the lurking danger, Millson clambers to his full vericality and turns around to face the Thane of Slumberland, only to have his lights switched abruptly off with a flash of iron and wood. As Millson collapses to the canvas with immediate effect following the sledgehammer shot, AJ Scally manages to painfully lift himself to his feet also, a one-up, one-down scenario revealing itself before Delta's very eyes. However, the situation is quickly rectified, as Delta once again stalks the intended target, throwing the implement into the bridge of Scally's nose, blood erupting from the nasal cavity upon impact. Scally flails around in agony as his nose drips the famed red liquid, with even the antagonist taking a second to comprehend the damage he's done.
Oh my god! What a shot with that sledgehammer, straight to the nose of Scally. I don't know if you can even repair that.
And I don't know if he'll be getting lucky tonight when he hits the town, either.
It's the price you pay when you're in a match as brutal as this. Now let's see if AJ can suck this up.
Ignoring Scally and his broken nose, Double D walks over to Triple M and hoists the dead weight of the Ultimate Ego into the air, before dragging him over to the ambulance doors and turning the handle on the door, allowing the hinges to swing open with only slight forcefulness. The crowd let out a scream of excitement as they await the first of two trips to hospital, only for the forgotten man in this match, Johnny Simpson, to show his usefulness to the Englishman. With Dustin pre-occupied, Simpson runs up behind 'Alice' and throws a clubbing fist onto the mane of Delta's neck, halting the Deathmatch Majesty in his tracks. Simpson then proceeds to turn Delta around and wrap his bear-like arms around the spine and stomach of the champion, before lifting Double D into the air and running smack-bang into the side of the ambulance, the wind siphoning out of Delta's lungs as all 285 pounds of Simpson sandwich Dustin. The crowd begin to boo as The Punisher goes over to try and revive his employer, the Whitby Wonder beginning to stir as his attention is met. Johnny helps Millson to his feet and surveying the chaos all around him, the Wrestling Enterprise decides upon Scally as his next target.
The duo of Millson and Simpson stride purposefully over to the Flying Phenomenon, with the intention of hurt thick-set in their minds, only for the battling Australian to fight the pain of his broken nose and throw a fist at the Ultimate Ego, flooring the Englishman. However, despite his bravery and courage, the numbers game and the power game prove to be one obstacle too much for the New People's Champion, who is quickly met with a Clothesline from the Punisher. Eager for a dose of revenge after the previous strike, Triple M mounts the wounded Scally and throws fist after fist onto the supine Aussie, providing absolutely no respite from the lusty blows, until he feels the score-card is equal. Millson dismounts and with much chagrin, the Ultimate Ego delivers a quick stomp onto AJ's midriff, the Aussie grasping at his injured limb. The Ultimate Ego then proceeds to lift Scally to his feet and with mutual thought so often practiced in the training rings, Simpson backs away and readies his arm for another Clothesline, the Whitbite challenger grabbing the arm of AJ and preparing to whip Scally towards his fate. However, at the last second, the Flying Phenomenon turns the tables and spins around, instead using all his available reserves of energy to throw Millson into the waiting arms of the Punisher, who cannot react in time, the resultant force being that Millson nearly has his head knocked off by his own bodyguard.
A huge Clothesline from Johnny Simpson, but it doesn't find it's intended target.
The idiot just Clotheslined his own boss! I hope his pay gets docked for the next couple of weeks if Millson doesn't win this match now.
That's karma paying Millson back for trying to cheat his way to the King of the Deathmatch title.
Simpson panics for a second, realising his costly mistake instantly, grabbing his head with his hands. However, knowing that Scally is right behind him, the Georgian turns around, only to be met with a vertical pane of wood flashing between his eyes. The impact from the kendo stick retrieved from within the confines of the squared circle by the New People's Champion, makes a sound that resonates around the arena and with a thump, the 285 pounder falls to the canvas, immediately knocked unconcious, giving strength to the adage, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Scally lifts the kendo stick into the air with his last vestiges of strength, earning a cheer from the loyal GHW fans attending Total Carnage, before the exasperated AJ crumples to ground, the effort and the damage he's sustained in this contest too much for the Aussie, leaving all 3 competitors and the sole bodyguard, lying in a heap on the canvas.
TBC
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Post by B&lly on Apr 17, 2012 10:15:13 GMT -5
Fuzz: I know we are guaranteed two Ambulance rides, but the way this match is turning out we may two more Ambulances.
Al: Yeah, one for the winner and one for poor Johnny.
Matt: I wouldn’t say poor Johnny I mean after all he did stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.
As all three competitors plus the unwanted guest lie on the ground near the Ambulance the Boston natives all begin to cheer and clap before breaking out into a “This is Awesome!” chant to further show their appreciation for this brutality they are witnessing. Soon enough all three men in the match slowly rise to their feet either using the barricade, ring apron or ambulance to help them on their way up. The camera pans around all three men showing the effects this match has told. The defending champ holding the arm that was attacked viciously, the tag champ holding his head feeling the effects of his bodyguard’s clothesline and lastly the TV champ. The camera pans around to show blood dripping down from his nose like a faulty faucet.
Fuzz: Wow all three men in the match are standing up this is indeed awesome.
Al: All three are also showing some sort of lingering pain they have suffered.
Matt: Guys this is a major moment whoever can seize the momentum right now will be well on his way to becoming the King of the Deathmatch.
Everybody in the arena watching all begin to rise in anticipation to see what will happen next, it is not too much longer before they find out. The Novocastrian decides it is he that will take the initiative. He does this by quickly running up the steel steps near him and across part of the apron before stopping for a split second. This small stoppage allows Scally to turn so his back he is facing his opponents. The Flying Phenomenon true to his name then jumps onto the second rope before springing off it backwards. As soon as his feet leave the soft velvet rope the Aussie rotates backwards forcing him to land stomach first. Just as he hoped the Pom and Yank are not ready and the TV champ lands on both of them causing all three to sprawl over the floor once more. The crowd all cheer loudly as Scally completes his moonsault before beginning to chant his name.
Fuzz: Oh wow! What a moonsault by AJ he took the risk and it paid off big time.
Al: He got lucky there, it wasn’t the smartest option in my opinion.
Matt: You may be right Al but it doesn’t really matter now, AJ connected and now is in the driver’s seat.
By this stage the man from down under has risen to his feet, blood still dripping from his nose. The Novocastrian notices the Kendo Stick he used earlier and immediately picks it up and holds it in both hands. He makes his way to Kahlan’s bitch as Delta rises to one knee not knowing what is about to happen. AJ decides to play tee-ball with ‘Alice’s’ head as he brings the kendo stick behind his before swing for fences and connecting with Delta’s head. A loud ‘THWACK’ is heard all round Boston as Dustin falls to the ground, his head nearly knocked clean off as the fans cheer the leader of their Army some more.
Fuzz: Jesus Christ! I am surprised Delta’s head didn’t land in the nosebleed seats.
Al: That was a brutal shot; I suppose it is payback from earlier.
Matt: AJ showing his brutal side and a reason why he is worthy for the title.
After hitting a ‘home run’ Scally raises the stick over his head in triumph. However, it is short lived as the Mighty one has risen to his feet and much like a ninja sneaks up behind him. Scally does not notice Milson at all until the Aussie feels the Pom’s tight grip around his waist. Triple M during his ‘assassination’ has noticed AJ’s back is facing the ambulance and with that in mind Milson bends over backwards and then with all his ‘Might’ throws Scally over his head and into the back doors of the ambulance. The Novocastrian’s head and neck hit the doors hard before his whole body crumples and falls down underneath the doors he was just thrown into. Even though it was done by a man they hate, the fans all applaud the brutal move before beginning a “HOLY SHIT!” chant.
Al: I though the Kendo Stick shot was brutal; it looks like Milson has one up’d AJ for the moment.
Fuzz: It was viscous German Suplex from Triple M and AJ looks be to out.
Matt: It is Milson’s opportunity to eliminate either man, both are down and out at the moment he needs to capitalise right now.
After staggering back to his feet the ‘tag team division killer’ takes a moment or two the catch his breath and try to figure out what to do next. With both men ‘out of it’ the man from across the pond decides it is time to send on of his opponents on a ride to the hospital. As the Novocastrian is closer to the ambulance the Pom decides it is AJ’s time to go for a ride. The Englishman with one hand on each door opens the doors before crouching down next to his chosen victim.
Fuzz: It looks like Milson is going to try and put Scally into the ambulance.
Al: Scally had a good run but as I told you, he loves to lose.
Matt: The main problem is Scally could be dead weight.
AJ is indeed pretty much dead weight but the ‘Mighty One’ proving just that is able to lift AJ head first into the ambulance so that his head is in the ambulance. Triple M stops however as he hears a familiar voice “Move boss, I have this.” Milson turns to see his Georgian bodyguard has risen up and moves away from AJ leaving him stuck part way in the ambulance. Much to the tag champ’s horror Simpson charges like a raging bull at the ambulance before lifting his right boot up and slamming it into the ambulance door causing it to fling back and wack Scally in the head in with a loud thud. The crowd all yell out “OOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” As AJ’s body crumples and once again falls down to the ground close to him.
Fuzz: OH MY GOD! AJ is gone now that was way too brutal.
Al: I can’t believe AJ still has head after that.
Matt: Milson doesn’t look to happy, I think he expected Simpson to help him put Scally in the ambulance but instead he hindered his employer even more buy forcing AJ out of the ambulance.
AJ lays crumpled near the ambulance still not moving as Milson looks on in anger at his employee. Simpson not knowing what he did was bad looks at his boss with a confused look. The Boston natives soon cheer as their Deathmatch champion has risen to his feet and begins to walk over with a purpose to the Englishman and his American bodyguard.
TBC
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Post by Ryan Hughes on Apr 19, 2012 10:50:12 GMT -5
AJ Scally is the first to be forced in to the ambulance, leaving Mighty Man Millson and Dustin Delta to duke it out for the title.
You two have til Sunday.
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Post by Millson and Simpson on Apr 22, 2012 6:31:43 GMT -5
As the shrill sound of the ambulance siren resonates around the arena, the two remaining competitors struggle to erect themselves from their sprawled positions on the concrete floor, neither man with the strength nor the energy to make a positive move. However, with the crowd baying for the Thane of Slumberland, the champion suddenly finds a second wind and clambers to his full verticality, before charging over to the arrogant Englishman and leaping into the air. As Millson wearily stares into the sky, Delta throws the point of his elbow down onto the cerebellum of the Tag Team champion, the drained challenger too tired to even try and avoid the blow, the Running Elbow Smash knocking Millson to ground once more. Resting against the guardrail, Delta gathers his thoughts, now with time on his side and planning his next course of action, the Deathmatch Majesty weighs up the state of his challenger, but his thoughts of victory are replaced by a shock down his central nervous system and into the pain receptors of his brain. This effect has a 285 pound cause, as Johnny Simpson interferes in the contest once again, slamming his large hands into the base of Dustin's spine to jolt the champion. Eager to put away Delta for good, Simpson grabs the head of the champion and thrusts it inbetween his own legs, before wrapping his arms around the mid-section of Double D and lifting upwards, putting Delta in position for a Powerbomb. However, with speed of thought and indefinite intestinal fortitude, Dustin manages to jump out of Simpson's reach as Johnny prepares to throw Delta's weight downwards and as The Punisher turns around to face his elusive prey, 'Alice' takes a quick pace towards the Georgian and outstretches his right leg, thrusting the limb towards the face of Simpson, the impact knocking the spittle out of the bodyguard's mouth. The crowd erupt in cheers as Delta hits his patented Superhero Slayer, Simpson remaining rooted to the spot for a mere second, before tumbling backwards and hitting the floor back-first.
Superkick! Superkick from Delta! Where did that come from?
Delta just never calls it quits, no matter what you do to him. And that's why he's the King of the Deathmatch champion.
And if he's to lose that crown, Millson's going to have to out Delta in the ambulance on his own, because Simpson ain't getting up from that.
With the Pinesville Native finally lying supine on the cold, hard canvas, the playing fields look to be level and the crowd know it, cheering on their favourite superstar with renewed vigour. Delta, knowing that he has the momentum, stalks the Ultimate Ego, who begins to drag himself to his full 6"3 and once the Yorkshireman stands at his tallest and turns to face the champion, Delta springs into action. 'Alice' leaps into the air and wraps his arm around the head of the Whitby Wonder, making sure to face his opponent as he does so. Double D then leaps backwards and drives the face of the Tag Team champion into the concrete, the facial regions of Triple M almost exploding upon the Reverse STO's impact. However, not one to let up on an opponent when he's in control, Delta uses the momentum of the STO to throw Millson onto his back after the impact with the ground and Dustin wastes no time in grabbing the nearest arm of the Mighty Man, bending Millson's arm upwards by encircling him in a headlock position with his own arm and bending Millson's wrist. As quick as a flash and with transition wrestling seldom seen in GHW, Delta pushes his free arm through the hole created by Millson's bent wrist and locks his hands together, before pulling the Whitby Wonder forward, pulling on the neck and head of the Ultimate Ego.
Look at how Delta turned that Reverse STO into the Anaconda Vice. That's one way to make Millson fade into unconciousness.
This is the kind of wrestling we usually see from Millson, but Delta is beating the Englishman at his own game tonight.
And this is a very tricky hold to escape from at full strength, so what chance does Millson have now?
Millson desperately struggles to escape from the Anaconda Vice, but with the leverage advantage held by the champion and the weariness of the challenger, escape is nigh on impossible and as Delta's grip only tightens, the Wrestling Enterprise does something he has never done or even contemplated before, he taps out. Millson swallows his pride and he begins to tap at the concrete floor, signalling his helplessness in the clutches of the Deathmatch Majesty. However, knowing that the match cannot end by submission, Delta keeps the hold cinched in for a few seconds longer, now knowing the full effectiveness of the manoeuvre. The frantic hand signals from the Mighty Man soon begin to falter and Millson's hands merely flops downwards and turns limp, the signal for Delta to release the hold and attempt to carry his challenger into the ambulance to retain his title. With the crowd erupting in cheers of anticipation, Delta hauls the Yorkshireman to his feet and drags the dead weight of the Wrestling Enterprise over to the ambulance, whereupon he tries to lift the 235 pounder into the gaping hole left by the open doors. Somehow sensing the danger of the situation, Millson wakes up from his induced slumber and reacts as quickly as an athlete as well-trained as himself should, throwing his leg into the nether regions of Double D, doubling over the Thane of Slumberland and earning a chorus of melancholic boos from the GHW audience. Delta falls away from the ambulance doors, holding his groinal regions, while Millson slumps off the back of the vehicle and to the canvas once again.
TBC
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Post by Dustin Delta on Apr 22, 2012 9:12:35 GMT -5
In an event much reminiscent of a night in Team Titillation’s private bedroom in the GHW Hotel, the focus has now turned towards Dustin Delta’s genitals. After that decimating kick from the Mighty Man, who now slithers away and re-enters the squared circle, the outcome of this match is now in question. Millson, although hated by the millions of GHW Faithful, is known for relying solely on his wrestling prowess, as well as hiding behind Johnny Simpson. But now that Simpson is out of the equation, the audience is finally able to see how out-of-character Millson will go and what to what extremes he will take himself to win this match-up, as a kick to the nether-regions is surely not something of wrestling mastery. Delta, agonized and nearly sobbing, finds a place for his head upon the canvas’ edge, atop the ring’s underskirt. But no rest and no love is bequeathed to the self-proclaimed Patron Saint of Lost Causes, as the Wrestling Enterprise reaches forward, under the ropes, and locks his hands around the hair of Double D, using that vice grip alone to drag the Deathmatch Champion into the ring. More disturbing cries for help are made by Dustin, but within the confines of Triple M’s quiet hell, the calls go unheard by any allies that the Thane of Slumberland may have in the backstage area. Millson releases his opponent’s hair from the locks of his fingers, but the former EVO competitor does not remain sprawled on the canvas for very long. The Whitby Wonder places his hand under the chin of Double D, using light taps to encourage Delta to arise, and slowly, the Middleweight does find a stable base on bended knee. Millson grins, glowing with evil intentions and he progresses to run the ropes behind the Sleepwalker. The King of Hearts is able to find a solid vertical base, but he is knocked down in the blink of an eye, as the Daddy’s Boy continues on his rising offensive momentum with a pele kick. Delta falls back, landing on his neck and the strike leaves his legs dangling as deadweight over his fallen head. The sadistic English Egotist laughs to himself as his cold stare meets the downed body of his foe, and the audience continues to audibly assault him with a negative response.
“It’s a bit surreal to see Millson in a position where he comes off as desperate to win a match. Especially a hardcore match, when Triple M lives to wrestle and swears off the use of weapons. It’s a true test of character when you bring those two together. An anti-hardcore contestant desperate to win the hardcore champion? It’s just not something that happens.”
“Obviously, it does. Millson believes that his lack of weaponry makes him better than any superstar who takes advantage of the weapons because a victory would taste so much sweeter knowing he did it alone.”
“Guys, they don’t call me ‘The Hardcore Genius’ for nothing. In my opinion, if Millson can capture the Deathmatch title with only what he walked into the arena with, then more power to him. It may not make him a hardcore competitor, but it would make his victory all the more famous and noteworthy and increase his legitimacy as a competitor.”
“Wise words from Matthew Oliveira. Now let’s try to figure out just what the hell Millson is setting up for here…”
The color commentators turn their attention towards the corner where Millson now stands with the downed body of Dustin Delta slung over his shoulder. The smile that was on Mighty Man’s face has faded, and his expression is now one of methodical planning and determination. Triple M does an about face and with precision, places the deadweight of Double D down so that he is sitting on the uppermost turnbuckle, facing towards the inside of the ring. With outstretched arms embracing the hatred supplied by the capacity Bostonian crowd in the GHW Arena, Millson takes a leisurely stroll to a spot on the canvas several paces about from the Courier of Controversy. The Wrestling Enterprise’s hand runs from his sweating forehead to back of his head, running along his hair as he anticipates the next big move he would pull out his arsenal. With a battle cry which would make a Mongolian proud, the Mighty Man moves forth with great speed and accuracy, jumping forwards as he approached the corner and attempts to connect with his ‘Unrivaled Love’ spear. But a survival instinct is awoken in Delta’s subconscious, and he is able to turn over from the corner, instead standing near the end of the second rope. The Whitby Wonder is no fool, though, and is able to stop himself from driving his own body into the turnbuckles, and instead just plants his feet on the turnbuckles, standing aside the King of the Deathmatch. Although he is able to save himself from considerable recoil, Millson is indeed agitated and swings his right arm in an attempt to connect with a ferocious haymaker. Acting as quickly as he thought, Dustin steps down to the first rope, and the momentum of his fall to it turns into momentum to propel him upwards. Millson isn’t able to bat an eyelash before the knuckles of the King of Hearts are drilled into his jaw and the uppercut’s sheer impact sends him off of the ropes and down to ringside, where his upper back collides with the steel barricade and the audience gives their loving approval to the man who’s stolen their hearts and the throne.
Delta smiles as the curtain seemingly falls on Millson’s night, and he takes a bow as the sold-out arena chants his name. “DUSTIN DELTA!” repeatedly, with a series of five claps in between each repetition. Double D paces towards the side of the ring nearest the commentator’s table and timekeeper’s booth and slides out of the squared circle under the ropes, his eyes seemingly locked on what lies beyond, but many people are perplexed as to exactly what is in his sights. Is it Matthew Oliveira? Does the Sleepwalker have some gripe with The Hardcore Genius? No. Perhaps the Courier of Controversy has spotted a long-forgotten enemy in the audience, such as the disappearing act who was Reeves. No, no, no. Instead, the Blitz seeks a way to add insult to injury. So as he moved forward, his intentions became clear. Dustin Delta was gunning to snatch up Millson’s tag team championship. As the audience collectively came to an epiphany, they cheer even louder for their King of Hearts, who holds his foe’s title high above his head with a sinister visage.
“Oh, no! Leave the Tag Team title out of this, Delta! Dustin Delta is just mad that he and Kahlan didn’t capture Millson and Hughes’ collaborative gold and now he’s gonna take out his frustration on the better man. How pathetic!”
“Dustin sure doesn’t seem angry. He seems like he’s having a blast. If anything, this is going to be karma’s comeuppance for Millson, who kicked Dustin where the sun don’t shine to save him from losing! How’s that for pathetic.”
“You have to admire Dustin purely for the way he thinks in an environment such as this. Not only does everything he do inflict good amounts of damage unto his opponent, but every action has a meaning behind it. His movements are symbolic and that’s not something often seen in other Fighty fighty persons. He treats the ring like good literature and it’s amazing to watch.”
“Let’s not discount Millson, here, Matt.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind. Millson is the perfect opposition for Dustin Delta. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Because Millson and Delta while having contrasting styles and attitudes, are more a like then they think. Millson sticks to a mat-based and strong-style regime in his bouts, while Double D enjoys flying and turning the tides with high octane maneuvers. But they both act in very methodical and calculated ways. Any time these two are in the same ring, it’s a treat. Not only that, but these two are both innovators when put together. Delta performed in the first ‘Liberate to Live’ match, which Millson had some involvement in. These men competed against each other in GHW’s First TLC match. Now, they stand on a stage where they perform in the first Triple Threat Ambulance Match. These two young guns should be on everybody’s radar by now.”
While it’s uncertain just who has Millson and Delta on their radar, it is certain now that Dustin Delta does intend to maim Millson using his own prized possession. But the Sleepwalker manages to perplex the crowd yet again, as he stops halfway on his walk to the Mighty Man, who is now struggling to stand, and flips up the underskirt labeled ‘GHW’ and reaches under the ring’s frame. Much to the fans delight and to the dismay of Triple M marks worldwide, the King of Hearts pulls out none other than an infamous steel trash can. He stands the can upright, the opening towards the ceiling, and with a content grin besmirching his face, Double D drops the championship gold right inside and the audience pops wildly, while somewhere backstage, Ryan Hughes is watching and feels offended. If he was aware of his surroundings, it is sure that the Whitby Wonder would be disgruntled as well. Although now, the Wrestling Enterprise has found a vertical base, but he is still a bit discombobulated from his collision course with the floor and barricade. The man who hails from a state of Deep Sleep now wields a closed trash can which encases the GHW Tag Team Championships, and he slowly stalks his prey, as a precise predator would. Triple M shakes his head, as one would to try to regain his focus and hypothetically shake his issues away. When he sees no Dustin Delta before him, he wearily turns around. It is at this point in time that the Deathmatch Majesty dashes towards his foe with the trash can in front of him, effectively using it in the manner of a battering ram. However, the English Egotist thinks quickly enough that he can fall backwards into a bridging position, so Dustin Delta drops the can and passes right by. The tag team gold and leather spills out onto the floor, and as fast as a man can move, the Daddy’s Boy snatches it up. Now, time moves slowly for Millson. He has many options to consider. Does he go against what he stands for in a desperate attempt to win, and deck Delta with the championship title? Or does he abide by his character and morals and drop the championship?
Fuck it, he says to himself.
Millson, with all the effort he can, makes a rampant run towards his foe, belt in hand, hoping to hit with all of his might. Remembering now the Tower of London Deathmatch, where he failed to capture the gold for which he now competes, he can only sing a tune in his head now as he hopes to hear the clang of Dustin’s skull against the gold plate.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down… London Bridge is falling down, hopefully Dustin’s drowning…
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