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Cage 3
Jun 10, 2012 14:26:57 GMT -5
Post by Public Enemies on Jun 10, 2012 14:26:57 GMT -5
"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 hollars 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, 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.
DING! DING! DING!
[CAGE THREE] Desperado Shawn Dreamer Dustin Delta
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Cage 3
Jun 12, 2012 21:20:28 GMT -5
Post by Dustin Delta on Jun 12, 2012 21:20:28 GMT -5
The match begins, and the three competitors in the third cage are focused on by many cameras right off the bat, feeding live to the Internet, where GHW.com provides live feeds from each cage simultaneously. Some cameras also feed into the live Pay-Per-View being broadcasted onto television monitors throughout the world. Many people are anxious to see this cage, as it is one with interesting stories behind each competitor who lies within. The most obvious of the three is Desperado, a veteran in this match to the point that he’s too jaded to be amazed by the structure – even considers it a home. Year after year, the Brooklynite battles and brawls and bleeds in his effort to reach the pinnacle and apex of the Nexus Deathmatch, to earn his placement in recorded history and emerge victorious from Beelzebub’s circle on Earth. But across half a decade of duking it out in the domain of death, Desperado has come up empty-handed time and time again. Another curious case in the cage was that of Dustin Delta’s. Not because he had a golden past in the Nexus, but because he’d seemingly fallen off the face of the Earth in past weeks, but has made his return earlier tonight when combating Jack Tracks in a ‘Fans Bring The Weapons’ match. And lastly, there was Shawn Dreamer, the ruthless renegade who came and went from Glory and Honor Wrestling as he pleased. There was one sure thing in this mew, and it was that nothing was certain. Not a soul in this trilogy of oddities moved a muscle for a moment, but took their time to survey the scene which was limited, 18 feet across, bound by tight rope and chain link. All three of this men were known for their articulate analysis of the battlegrounds, so this match would surely stress strategic prowess as well as ruthless aggression. While making their rounds of analytical planning, the eyes of each brawler seem to connect, and an unspoken contract is mutually signed by the two most lacking in their personal departments of sanity. Dreamer’s face becomes a portrait of worry, and he’s too taken aback by the abusive intentions in the expression of James Daniels that he is almost completely oblivious to Dustin Delta’s approach. Double D locks his hands around the forearm and bicep of Shawn, and begins to wrench and twist the arm, pushing the former Cut Squad member back into the nearest corner. Shawn struggles and attempts to break the lock, to just wrap his fingers around the figurative set of keys, but he is unable to do anything but watch as the methodic Desperado takes slow steps forward, cold eyes calculating an offensive equation. In but the snap of a finger’s time, the slow pace of the Deadly and Dangerous One becomes a substate to lightning, and he darts forward as a snake on the attack would, each blow to the body of Dreamer just like a venomous clamp of a viper’s fangs. Fist after fire, knuckle after knuckle, driving its way into the gullet, pulling the air out of the diaphragm again and again until Shawn struggles to even gasp for air. The 5-time Nexus Finalist allows no time for mercy and begins thrusting his knee into the same location, reinstating the overwhelming force which allowed him to reach that final round so very often. Shawn doubles over, and now, The King of Hearts wraps the wrenched arm of Dreamer around the top rope, and signals for Desperado to take two steps back. Grinning with delight, Delta runs the ropes and jumps just as he comes within a two-foot radius of James’ position. Daniels interlocks his hands and catches Dustin, and continues to propel him upwards into the air, and the Sleepwalker adjusts himself and falls, elbow drop connecting to the back of the wretched Shawn Dreamer.
“Folks, this match-up IS, in fact, a free-for-all brawl, as you could see in the devastating battle in which Vex, Hayden, and Jerry Nate are locked, over there in Cage One. But in Cage Three, we see something quite contrasting, where Desperado and Dustin Delta seem to have come to a mutual understanding of the articulate decimation of The Hardcore Prince.”
“It’s not that bad of a strategy. Those two come to the understanding of taking out Shawn, and they basically get to tear him limb from limb, hell, they could embowel him if they really had the mind to, until the alarm sounds and the doors in the cage roofs are opened up. Then they both get access to Round Two, and if they work together up there as well, they could very well both make it to the Finals.”
“I wouldn’t put it past either of these competitors to look out for their best interest while leeching off another great talent like a parasite. It’s damn clever.”
Dustin rolls over after he hits the canvas, suffering from a considerable amount of recoil after that drop. While he rests, it seems that the Brooklyn Brawler will continue the onslaught on the former Tag Team Champion. But something didn’t quite add up. The despised Desperado, and the beloved Dustin Delta, working as a cohesive unit? Sure, they were both a bit out of it in regards to their mental state, but they were polar opposites, in essence. Why would they ever form some kind of team? And that’s when it occurs to the audience that it was exactly how the commentators had explained. It was a ploy, using each other to advance through the contest, and then planning to shed blood by a knife in the back. Now that everybody else had figured it out, it was a matter of how long it took the Brooklynite and the Insomniac.
Shawn frees his twisted and distorted arm from the ropes and staggers out of the corner where his opposition had trapped him. The renowned Nexus finalist moves forward with a Superkick strike, knocking the Hardcore Prince off his feet and destroying any remaining sense of balance he had. Caught up in a rush of adrenaline, Desperado smiles in his twisted expression, and peers out of the chain link encasement surrounding him. He’s caught completely off guard by Dustin Delta, who mocks his trademark Spear on him as he turns back around towards the others in the ring. All those who had been disturbed by Desperado’s actions now rejoice with clamorous applause for the King of Hearts.
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Cage 3
Jun 16, 2012 9:20:11 GMT -5
Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on Jun 16, 2012 9:20:11 GMT -5
The Master of Aerodynamics snickers coyly as he stirs up to his heels – his eyes locked into the fallen carcass of Desperado. It’s quite evident from the looks of things that Desperado didn’t expect Delta to pull such an offence, and the sudden move has taken toll over him. The Deadly One clutches his stomach tight and bangs his boot repeatedly over the canvas, trying to subdue the pain that’s scratching against his abdominal wall. But then, he isn’t let to bite in his pain with ease as the King of the Deathmatch champion is there to make things worse; Dustin starts to stomp mudholes all around the system of Desperado, kicking him all around so that his body parts might turn sore in the early stage of the match. The Brooklyn native couldn’t do anything but to cross his arms across his chest, in an attempt to shield his chest from the wayward stomps of Delta. The cross-bone shield, however, soon gets caught by the eyes of Dustin, and surprisingly enough, it brings up a huge smile on his face. The Everglades native halts his barrage of stomps and makes a charge at the ropes, before bouncing back off the chords and head back at James with newfound speed. With his vision blurry with tears, the Deadly One could only watch his adversary to slide down and smash his soles against his chest, hitting him with a picture-perfect baseball slide like a torpedo. The hard shot to the sternum sets Desperado to roll aside and find himself a proper spot away from Delta, who simply smirks at the helplessness of his once-make-shift partner.
“Cold and vindictive – it seems like Dustin Delta has came in to win tonight, and win only. There’s no remorse in his actions, and from the looks of things, I would just say one thing – don’t be a Desperado and trust in Delta; you would get stabbed in the back hard!”
“Come on, Fuzz, it’s every man for himself out here! There’s no way Delta can just be friends with Desperado, and have his chances of winning this one all tainted. We all know what Despy is capable of, and well, I would say Delta is just smart right there.”
“I guess I would have to agree with Al with some extent right there – it’s the Nexus, and every single one out there wants to win it. I remember how I went out there to win only back in the days… the first ever Nexus Deathmatch, those were the days!”
Full of himself, the man also known as Alice starts to kick the head of Desperado and mouth insults at him, trying to taunt the veteran, cold-blooded grappler to the fullest. But then, he doesn’t get to do so for long as a cheese grater slams against his forehead with authority. He drops down to his knees and looks up; amidst the imaginary yellow canaries flying around his vision, the face of the Hardcore Prince can be seen, with him holding the grater tightly in his grip. Shawn has came back with a spark of vendetta in his eyes, and without any warning, he lets the aggressive side off the leash. He grabs the skull of Delta and slams the grater once more against crown, turning the lights out for the champion, before starting to force the utensil down the forehead of Dustin. The repeated act of Dreamer causes the skin around the crown of Dustin to rip off at places, much the skin of potato being subjected to peeling. Within a minute or so, the Hardcore Prince manages to extract something to cool down his anger – the blood of the Floridian Herald started to flow down from one of the random cuts. The crimson of Dustin flows down his face and drapes his face in a mask of blood, giving him a look like a zombie from the Lucio Fulci gore flicks. Seeing how one of his prime targets is drained – both of composure and fluid – Dreamer throws the blood-stained grater aside, before pulling the hair of Delta upward and letting the world to see his crafty work. The crowd erupts as Dreamer lets the traces of his rage out with a scream – “YOU SEE THIS?! YOU MESS WITH ME, YOU GET GOT!”
“It seems that Dreamer is completely on fire as of now. I gotta tell you, guys; Dreamer just might be one of the contenders heading into the finals, and I can tell it from there.”
“How can you just label a semi-retired superstar like that, Matt? I’m sure he looks impressive right there, but I’m sure he’ll be going back home like the other events – OH FUCK, IT'S NICKY CARSON!”
“I would have waited till the end of the contest if I were you, Al! It’s the Nexus and by far the history goes, anything can happen in this once in a year, clusterfuck of a Deathmatch!”
The crowd responds to Dreamer’s howl with a surge of cheers, setting a smile of satisfaction to creep up the former tag team champion’s face. However, his smile isn’t let to live for long as the Deadly and Dangerous one stalks right behind him and nails him with a steel chair shot to the head, dropping him dead down to the canvas. Filled with aggression and, probably, frustration of never winning the Nexus, James lets out a savage scream, before starting to slam the chair all over Dreamer’s heavyweight frame.
TBC;
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Cage 3
Jun 16, 2012 9:25:48 GMT -5
Post by Desperado on Jun 16, 2012 9:25:48 GMT -5
Taking out the frustration that had mustered up in his soul over the past five years, it is the poor Shawn Dreamer who is on the receiving end of Desperado’s wrath. It is only the sound of the opening of the cages that diverts Despy’s attention from his therapy session with Dr. Dreamer, as if a calling had arrived with his name, beckoning him to his destiny. The chair is dropped almost immediately as his mind wanders off into the past, remembering the countless time this moment had arrived in his life in the past. He had always rallied himself to meet the calling and found himself into the second stage of the hell fondly known as nexus. This year would be no different. The deadly and dangerous superstar begins his ascendance, taking on careful step at a time, making sure not to lose his footing. Knowing very well Dreamer would not be getting up any time soon, Desperado was willing to allow Dustin the opportunity to join him. Alice however, was having none of it. The chair that he had recently given up had found itself in the hands of Ryan Hughes protégé and then into middle of Daniels’ back. The Brooklynite fell to the ground, a little confused but not completely surprised. After all, he would have done the same thing in Dustin’s position. Only he hadn’t predicted Double D to be wise enough to realise.
“Why would he do that? Both of them could have easily qualified for stage two. This makes little sense…”
“Isn’t it a bit obvious? Desperado probably holds the most threat in this match. Even more than Hayden and Ryan Hughes. This man is Mr. Nexus. He knows this thing inside out. If Dustin can take him out right now, it just makes life easier in the long run for him, as well as everybody else.”
“I think Al’s right with his theory there. Dustin is a bright lad and I’m sure he’s going to do all he can to make things easier for him going into stage two. After all, he has already crossed Desperado once and everybody knows Despy always gets his revenge.”
He let out a chuckle as he felt his stomach hit his spine. The foundations of Desperado’s solar plexus were shaken up as the Delta Force hit but he took it lightly with laughter. For some reason, he found it wholly amusing that Dustin was getting the better of him. There is grimace on his face as he begins to drag himself away from where he lay as Delta begins to edge toward him. There is a smile on his face too. Not one of joy, triumph or concern but one you show in times of fear. Desperado feared for his position in this match. He knew he was in a troubled situation with both men gunning for his soul right now. It was wide knowledge what Desperado was capable of in the nexus cage and nobody was willing to take the risk; especially not these two hopefuls. Desperado finds his way to the corner of the cage, resting his back against the turnbuckle, still seated as he brings his hands together to give the bastard a round of applause.
Double D waits for the moment Desperado lets his guard slip, hoping he attempts to regain a stance so that the young superstar can capitalize but the veteran can see right through it. Instead, he takes his time; his eyes remained strong of Dustin, anticipating any likely move he would mistake. Dustin continues to take a few steps forward showing a positive attitude but just like Desperado, he was also fearful. Scared he may screw things up. A single mistake would cost him the match and this is where Desperado’s experienced shined. He could read a situation and read his opponent’s. A single jerk forward was enough to make Dustin react. Desperado feigned a charge by slamming his foot forward and Dustin flinched in response. The slight hesitation was enough for Desperado to side-step out of the way as Dustin’s punch met the air. With two quick jabs to the rib-cage followed by a kick to the back of Mr. Wonderland leg, Desperado brought the rowdy rookie to his knees. However, the set-up was only for Desperado to kiss him good-night with a powerful right to the jaw.
Shaking his head as if he had just punished a younger sibling, Desperado begins to make his way to the top of the cage once again but this time it is Dreamer who attempts to put a stop to it. The Yank only realises when a hand clutches at his ankle. Instead of trying to shrug it off, Desperado descends back to the ground much to Dreamer’s confusion. An open-handed slap to the face gives him a reality check as Desperado stares him down, hoping to intimidate him after the previous beating. At first Shawn is speechless but he responds with a slap of his own that sends a vibrating sounds through-out the arena. Desperado is taken back a little but he retaliates with a kick to the Cut-Squad member’s mid-section but before he can follow it up, he finds an elbow to the back of his head as Dustin enters the picture once again. As soon as Desperado hits the deck, both opportunists begin their stampede of stomps on the 5-time nexus finalist.
“What's this? Another alliance?”
“This is the alliance that should have been created from the start to take Despy out but I think Dustin wanted to have Shawn weakened as well. If that was the case, this is definitely looking like a brilliant strategy.”
“Don't be thinking Shawn is out of this yet. He may have taken a beating but he can brush it off. He's come out of worse. And as for Desperado, he can take them both on should he be driven to it. This is the nexus. Anything can happen.”
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