Post by Public Enemies on Jun 10, 2012 12:25:44 GMT -7
"Ladies & Gentleman, our main event for this evening, THE SIXTH ANNUAL NEXUS DEATHMATCH!"
The sold-out GHW Arena erupts in a fan frenzy cheers and hollers as that special time of year has indeed arrived.
"As you can see, each one of these four cages includes three competitors each, TWO of these three men will move on to the second round. In cage number four, only ONE competitor will advance due to the odd number of competitors."
"As per GHW ruling, Round One will commence at the start of the bell. In which the participants will fight until the doors situated in each cell roof will open. There will be NO disqualifications. There will be NO countouts. Every cell door is locked, and there will be NO possibility of interference."
"It's been nearly 13 months since our last NeXuS!" "I tell ya, its certainly been worth the wait considering the amazing talent in this year's contest!" "I think extending it to June has just given NeXuS that much more hype, Matt and Al.
Post by Ryan Hughes on Jun 16, 2012 10:12:47 GMT -7
And the madness begins. In the other three cages, bodies begin charging towards one another much to the delight of the GHW faithful. In cage 2 however, a different, more cautious approach is being undertaken by Ryan Hughes, Ollie Jay and Michael Ian Ford. Slowly, the trio of combatants begin to move clockwise around the inner perimeter of their steel cell, shifting their focus from one opponent to the next. Strangely enough, it is the usually calculated Ryan Hughes who makes the first move, letting out a war cry before rushing towards the centre of the cage. This action sets off an almost involuntary reaction as both Ford and OJ charge forwards too- just what Ryan wanted. As his two opponents collide in the centre of the ring, Hughes pulls up; instead opting to drag one of the two weapon-filled trashcans with him back to the corner of the NeXuS structure. Not that Ford and Ollie have noticed- they are too busy engaging in a collar elbow tie-up to care much for their other foe at this point.
"Smart stuff by Ryan Hughes over in Cage 2- it's that sort of thinking that won him the NeXuS Deathmatch in 2010." "That may be, but there are TWO trashcans full of weapons in each cage. Ryan hasn't got as much of a monopoly as he thinks here." "He doesn't need a monopoly to get by this stage. All he has to do is let Ollie Jay and Michael Ford beat the crap out of eachother, and slip through the hatch when it's time. Easy money."
A smile creeps across the face of the Mancunian as he takes up shelter close to the trashcan he has claimed as his own. Meanwhile, the Other Original Gangsta of GHW gains the upper hand in his power struggle with the greener Ford. Almost as if he wanted to punctuate his authority, the street fighter lands a stiff toe-kick to the gut of the masked wrestler. This causes Ford to double over, leaving him ripe for a knee strike, right to the side of the head. Like a sack of potatoes, Ford collapses to the ground, seeing stars. "ALL DAY, BABY!" is the shout from "All Day" Ollie Jay as he gets the crowd firmly behind him. Unfortunately for him, there is someone more unsavoury behind him too- Ryan Hughes. Even worse for him, the former winner of this thing is holding a 2x4 which he pulled straight from his trashcan...
A yelp emits from the Hoodlum as the wood is cracked across his back, causing him to stumble to the canvas in a manoeuvre not unlike the one seen in the NeXuS 2010 final, where a masked Hayden HardKore took out the dominant Hughes from behind. OJ quickly rolls on to his back so he can see the tyrant standing above him with his plank raised high. As the Tag Team Champion slices through the terse air, Ollie puts his hands up, using impeccable timing to grab a hold of the splintered 2x4. A struggle ensues, with both men pulling the wood in their desired direction, and neither man getting anywhere quick. Lightbulb moment for OJ though, and he promptly lets go of the 2x4, which causes the former GHW Champion’s force to turn against him; making him lose his balance and fall backwards. This gives the ATL native the chance to return to a vertical base, and he does so before running at the former champ and turning sideways, looking for his own little Superkick, which he misses by inches as Ryan bobs his head down. The momentum causes OJ to pass Ryan completely after failing with the K-9, and he stops himself and turns back, only to see Ryan running towards him at full pelt. There isn’t anything Ollie can do as Hughes bends slightly before driving all the oxygen out of OJ’s stomach with a powerful spear.
“Ouch! Brutal spear from the Mancunian!” “That’s the issue with this match. If you come out all guns blazing, you’ll most likely fall by the wayside. We saw it happen when Ford got too cocky, and now Ollie Jay is feeling the pain because he thought he could put someone like Ryan Hughes away early.” “Rookie error. And look who is standing tall? The veteran. Well on his way to winning this all over again!”
Indeed Hughes has returned to his feet, and he looks down on Ollie Jay writhing in pain, before mockingly dusting himself off to the ire of the GHW crowd. Looking up at the roof, he sees that the hatches are still closed. “It must only be a few minutes now until they open, surely”, he thinks. Looking back down at his fallen foes, he turns his attention to the still dazed Michael Ian Ford. Grabbing him by the back of his mask, the Perfect Gentleman ushers Ford to the turnbuckles in a very un-gentlemanly manner. Slapping the younger man across the face several times, the ex-champ shouts at Ford to wake up. Ford does that and more, headbutting his tormentor, leaving him stunned. The masked man takes advantage of this window of opportunity, using the new found space to start climbing up the turnbuckle, using the cage for support. Ryan, wiping away the stream of tears from his eyes, looks up to see Ford high above him, and can’t focus enough to do much as the man of mystery wraps his legs around the neck of the Brit, before swinging around, away from the cage. The movement in the air causes Ryan to twist and flip like a scrappy Tom Daley without a diving board, before he lands hard on the canvas from the innovative Hurricarana.
At this time, the hatches in the cage roof slide open, but with all three men down on the canvas, it’s anyone’s guess who makes it through.
Post by Public Enemies on Jun 17, 2012 15:59:37 GMT -7
Unlike the other three ravishing cages, cage number two was searching for a pulse. Ryan Hughes, the only former winner participating, was in much of a dead heap as like his other two opponents. The hatches had opened and indeed, the light was shining down. Only two lucky leading men would pass through that sacred hatch. One will fall.
The passion began to stir slowly like a thick batter in cage number two. Ollie Jay steadily sits on his buttox while leaning against as an old granny takes in a wooden rocking chair. The sudden sensation, Michael Ian Ford, looks up from the canvas as well. Instantaneously, both competitors turn like a mechanical gear as they scratch, claw, and reach for anything that could possibly assist them to the ultimate goal of advancement.
OJAD receives an early lead being on the ropes as of first. Already, Atlanta's Finest is through the ropes and clawing at the steel mesh like a hormonally induced cat.