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Post by Public Enemies on Jul 7, 2012 8:46:53 GMT -5
I'll edit this later. I'll be wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball jersey.  Just a warning, I'll be 72ing this match. |
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Post by Desperado on Jul 7, 2012 9:41:14 GMT -5
I'll be representing the New York Yankee's...  Will edit this later... |
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Post by Public Enemies on Jul 8, 2012 18:16:07 GMT -5
The bell rings three times as Ollie Jay casts a long glance at the newly crowned NeXuS champion. Already, the crowd is alive and bombastic with LET'S GO SOX chants, taking exception to both articles of clothing worn by the competitors. Of course, both superstar remain loyal to their native areas of Atlanta and Brooklyn.
"Very interesting choice by our General Manager tonight."
"Both great, entertaining superstars with limited success"
"HOLD YOUR TONGUE! Desperado is still our NeXuS Champion! There's no comparison!"
Scattered about the ring are Louisville Sluggers, water coolers, and some uncommon oddities. The real gems are a barbed wire bat, thumbtack bat, and a lighttube pole that wouldn't be cleared for Major League play. As both keep their respective distance, each goes his own way in seeking out a personal weapon of choice. Assuming he's honorable, Atlanta's Finest opts for a standard wooden 'Slugger. The Bulldawg wraps his hands around it firmly, digging his feet into the canvas, gritting his teeth for his finest Mighty Casey impersonation. Desperado's attention is snatched up by the ever inviting demeanor of a thumbtack. It's a match made in Heaven. A 'Deadly and Dangerous' weapon for an equally as deadly man. The villain runs his fingers through the winding pathways stuck through the thumbtacks along the shaft of the bat. The eyebrows of The Strife Slayer raise and convulse as the waves of immense pleasure flow through his body.
"We've certainly seen that look before! Nothing good ever comes of it!"
Daniels holds both ends of bat with each hand, like an illusive battle-axe. ATL stamps sideways as he winds up his bat anticipating the first strike from his foe. The predatory instincts of Despy are quicker than the duller senses of his prey. Daniels shoves the blunt end of the bat into the midsection of Atlanta's Finest like a battering ram before the swing of OJAD could ever follow through. OJ doubles over as he takes one to the strike zone. Despy repeatedly strikes the Brave in the stomach two more times before inverting his grasp on the bat, shoving the oblong handle of the bat into the temple of ATL, sending him down into the mat. With confidence filling his veins, Despy rears his arm back and shouts "THREE STRIKES! YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!"
"I think it's safe to say Despy isn't rusted or out of spunk since winning NeXuS! If I were a betting man, I'd say he's a rightful contender to win this whole damn tournament!"
"You sure as hell aren't!"
Daniels kicks the abandoned bat of OJ aside and digs his hands into the shirt of OJAD, starting at the collar, tugging and pulling until at last the fabric tears. Despy takes it upon himself to tear, rip, and annihilate his Braves jersey, destroying it before the very eyes of the GHW fans in attendance.
"I have a sixth sense for wrestling! I always said Desperado would win NeXuS and looky there!"
"You never once said that."
TBC - Desperado
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Post by Desperado on Jul 9, 2012 16:09:25 GMT -5
The Brave, having been humiliated at the hands of the Yank looks up in utter fury. With the pride of his team at stake he knows he would have to muster something more credible. If not to win, at least he could hold his head in pride if he managed to give something back to the fans that were cheering for him.
The moment presents itself as Desperado casually and over-confidently takes Ollie by the scraps of his hair. On his knees, the man from Atlanta takes the opportunity with both hands, literally as he grabs the Nexus winner by the knees and forces him onto this back. Immediately after, he bridges his body over; Desperado's legs still in his hands. The referee rolls in and makes the quick count but Desperado manages to break out just as the second count was made. Although a close-call, Desperado doesn't seem fazed considering its an important match and his position in the H-Games is on the line.
Is it just me or does Desperado looked very relaxed. I mean, usually he would have a positive reaction to a close call and would gun his opponent down or slam the ground in anger."
"I think the joy of winning the nexus is still keeping him in a state of happiness. I don't think he cares too much about winning or losing here. He knows the opportunity to face Dom for the title is still there."
Desperado makes his way to his feet as does Ollie but it is the rookie who takes the advantage, knocking Despy off his feet with a running shoulder tackle. The bull-dog pounced upon the predator and drops in a quick double fist into Desperado's visage before the pugilist put up a shield composed of his own arms. There is moment of bone connecting bone before the experienced superstar lunges his head forward to interfere with the momentum off the attacker; dazing Ollie in the process and swinging the pendulum back in his favour.
Having shifted the tables, Ollie was now in the grounded position with Desperado resting his body upon that of Mr Jay's. The Brooklyn Brawler throws in a hell-of-a-punch that almost knocks Ollie's lights out, connecting with the right of the jaw. He knows he connected well; with the feedback he received upon making contact. It was a great feeling. One of the best. He'd experienced it many times before; back on the streets of Brooklyn, fighting for respect and survival. Although the power and precision was there, Daniels knew it wasn't enough to keep Atlanta's finest at bay. He let out a smile as he got himself to his feet, allowing Ollie some breathing space; having shown him up in the fist fight. Instead, he went out to look for something else. The baseball bat he so passionately loved. The one lined up in thumb-tacks. The thought immediately taking him back to that fateful night where he fell at the hands of Vladimir Strife. His first ever match at GHW. How far he had come along since.
"I think Desperado's having an emotional moment here. Holding that bat in his hand is bringing back memories I believe."
"Well he has had his fair share of history here so its bound to bring back memories. I hope for Ollie's sake, they're all good for Desperado hasn't shown any wild behaviour as of yet and everybody knows, that's when he's most dangerous."
His moment of back-flashing provides Ollie a second opportunity into this match and this time, Ollie doesn't make any mistake. Despite not making much of a recovery, stumbling on his feet on his way to the technically gifted superstar. He stops a few feet short from Desperado, holding steady to keep his balance. He stamps his foot on the ground to gain the attention of his adversary and upon the turn, he nails his gun into the jaw-line of the Nexus Champion. The K-9 is struck brilliantly. Desperado didn't suspect a thing and finds himself in la-la lang with stars flying around his crown as Ollie plants his body on top of him. Praying he has done enough to pick up the win. The hay-maker from earlier almost forcing the Brave to pass out.
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