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Post by Public Enemies on May 25, 2012 14:52:48 GMT -5
I assume skipping entrances would be best.
Batter up!
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Post by Public Enemies on May 31, 2012 14:35:32 GMT -5
"Here To Show The World" begins to fade as Dustin Delta hands his King of the Deathmatch title to a ring hand for safekeeping. The bell chimes three times as the Fatal Four Way matchup commences. Each one of the four competitors heeds to a corner in which they glance to the left and the right, keeping a keen eye for the first movement.
"A lot of glory and future glory is housed in this ring right now!"
Jack Tracks looks to his left as he partakes in a long gander at Dustin Delta, the current King of the Deathmatch Champion and his opponent at the NeXuS PPV. Dustin Delta keeps his head held high as he acknowledges the look of wonder on the Hoosier's face. Ryan Hughes snorts deeply as he wrings his arms forward looking for a fight. Ollie Jay lunges forward like a track & field star ready to sprint while keeping his wrists hinged to the skew ropes, arcing away from the turnbuckle. The Bulldawg unchains himself from the corner and sidesteps right, causing Dustin Delta, Jack Tracks, and Ryan Hughes to rotate counter-clockwise just the same.
The rotation halts as Ollie Jay engages Dustin Delta in a collar tie-up. Instantly, JT revs his engine as he charges toward the unsuspecting and distracted Double D. The Hoosier clutches his hands together and throws the knot into the back of The Thane of Slumberland like a Metal Dragon karate-chop into a VCR/DVD Combo Player! The perpetual puff of air is blown out of the KotDMC's body as his posture sinks and sulks toward Atlanta's Finest. The sudden duo of Jack Tracks and Ollie Jay maneuver the champion to the corner turnbuckle as each reciprocate stomps to the gut and jabs to the head.
"An early taste of Dustin Delta for Jack Tracks right here!" "It's a good option, especially for how creative Dustin Delta can be later on in a matchup."
Meanwhile, Gotham's former hero formulates an attack plan of his own. Ryan Hughes begins his methodical march to the corner turnbuckle. The Manc throws out his arm and snatches up Ollie Jay by the tail of his blue trunks and drags him backward from Dustin Delta and Jack Tracks. As OJAD's momentum halts, The Mancunian Mastodon clubs his fists into the back of Atlanta's Finest, beginning momentum of his own.
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Post by Jack Tracks on May 31, 2012 18:58:44 GMT -5
With Ollie pulled away, Tracks' attention is momentarily taken away, his eyes following the leaving body. But no matter, he's got this on his own. Jack looks back down to Delta, and rears his leg back. His weight shifts back, making a nice brace. After taking a second, he releases, shooting his knee straight forward, aiming at the now-sitting Delta's head. But he took too much of his time, and the KotDM champion had enough of an opening to gather himself after the two-man assault, and ducked out just in time. The King of the Road's knee crashes into the buckle, and Delta uses the shift in momentum to try and bring this match to an end early, scooping up Tracks between the legs and rolling him up in a textbook schoolboy!
"1... 2..."
Emphatically, Jack kicks out, pushing Dustin away, but further from the corner. The rolling out sent Tracks landing on his knees, only to be met with the bottom of Dela's foot, sending Tracks' head smacking against the mat.
On the other side of the ring, Ryan has taken the upper hand, using his initial snatching up to try and get Ollie down with minimal problem. Jay lays down on the mat, while Hughes drops a couple elbows down, letting his whole weight crash right down in the middle of Ollie's spine. After a good triple pack of them, he grabs the top rope next to Jay's downed body with both hands, and uses is as leverage to push his foot against the prone opponent, forcing him out of the ring. With one threat seemingly removed for the time being, Hughes turns his attention to the other two. Fortunately for him, Tracks was down, and Delta hadn't shifted his focus just yet. Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, the wily Brit closes the distance in a few big steps. He wraps an arm around the surprised Delta's shoulders, traps Dustin's leg with his own, and grabs the nearest arm. Unable to react in time, the King of the Deathmatch can only brace himself as Hughes falls back, driving both men down in a swift Russian Leg Sweep.
"Everyone's going down left and right at the start of this match! With these four needing whatever momentum they can get going into NeXuS, having a quick win here would put them in the driver's seat."
"No question there. Getting out of this as unharmed as you can would be the best you could hope for, since anything less and...well, you definitely won't have the best chances."
Being the only man standing, it seems that Ryan Hughes may be the one to take advantage of that potential momentum. With Dustin grabbing the back of his head, Hughes is able to turn his attentions to the recovering Jack Tracks, who is starting to stand back up. He makes for the recovering Indianan, but finds himself tumbling right over, his face driven right smack into the bottom turnbuckle by a sudden drop toe hold. Back to his feet, Tracks brings Ryan, who has started covering his nose from the impact, up with him, pinning him in the corner. A couple elbows crash down against that hurt nose (or at least the hands covering them), softening the Brit up for an irish whip into the opposite corner. And in that corner was a recovered Ollie Jay, ready and waiting for the man who kicked him out of the ring earlier.
The whipped Hughes' momentum worked very well in Ollie's favor. He bends down just in time for Hughes to smack into the cornerman's shoulder, before getting launched clear over the top rope with a big back body drop, his body sent crashing hard to the mat outside. Left standing in the opposite corners, the two southern boys rev themselves up, the crowd growing with them, getting their engines ready! And a one...and a two...And they're off, dashing headlong towards one another, to find out just who's gonna lose in a game of Chicken!
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