Post by Hayden on Aug 9, 2012 22:34:08 GMT -5
The ring is set like a scene from a frat party gone wrong. Trashcans, seemingly randomly placed steel chairs and an assortment of randomised lethal ‘crap’ litter the ring. The four men stand in the center, with just the referee between them. Above the foursome, an imposing structure of scaffolding that looks like it has been put together by three blind, drunk hobos. The H-Games final begins with a tolling of the bell, and the four finalists set to work.
Quickly, the referee scampers out of the way as a four man collision seems imminent. All four competitors meet in the center of the ring, each looking to gain an early upper hand. It is the big man, Johnny Simpson that does so – using his power to sweep the other competitors aside. He disposes of Hayden HardKore and Magnus Gunner with a simple swing of his hands, brushing them aside like a bad orderve. Like a rampaging bull, he lowers his head and sets his sights on Sam Keane, charging through the Underdog head-first and driving him into the corner turnbuckle. While the Kiwi and the ‘Shagadelic One’ dust themselves off, Simpson busies himself by drilling Keane with repeated Knee Strikes. Four or five of the brutal shots hit home, reducing the youngster to a blubbering crumpled mess in the corner of the ring. The Punisher, clearly not done yet, hoists Keane up above his head and proceeds to eject him from the ring. The Underdog easily clears ten feet in height on his journey from the ring to the lightly padded floor below. When his body bounces off the floor and comes to rest against the guardrail, the impact of Simpson’s punishing Overhead Toss is made abundantly clear. The crowd, however, don’t have time to reflect as a second scuffle breaks out across the opposite side of the ring.
Picking up where they had left off, Hayden and Magnus don’t take too long to find each other. Locking up into a Collar and Elbow tie, each man manages to plant a few sneaky shots to the head before the men drive themselves to the turnbuckle. Magnus whips Hayden’s head back in an European Uppercut, staggering the lightweight veteran. With a cocky smile on his face, the ‘Shagadelic’ Gunner seizes the small opportunity before him. He picks the Kiwi up easily into a Powerbomb position and dispenses him into the waiting steel of the turnbuckle. Hayden’s head smashes into the upright with enough force to rally a response from the crowd, before the Kiwi’s body goes limp and the veteran simply slides down to the mat. A smile forms on Gunner’s face as he takes the time to show off his sexy chest-hair, parading to a female that had caught his eye from the second row.
”Oh wow, two high impact moves, one after the other. Hayden looks like he is on dream street, and Sam Keane, well, the Underdog has left the building.”
”Magnus Gunner has never been shy about showing himself off. You’re lucky he is wearing his wrestling trunks tonight… Back stage, well, let’s just say the man doesn’t have tan-lines.”
”Terrible mental images aside, don’t you get the feeling that Magnus has forgotten something important.
Wallet? Keys? No, wait, that’s right… The Punisher.”
Almost on cue, Johnny Simpson bounds across the ring and up to Gunner. From behind, he slams Magnus’s head into the padded steel. With his opponent dazed, he searches around for a suitable weapon. Finding one in a simple steel chair, Johnny Simpson calls for silence from the crowd, which only serves the opposite of effects. With a snarl at the GHW fans, the Punisher raises the chair above his head and swings it forward, slamming it into the back of the Rock Messiah’s skull. Gunner drops instantly, draping himself over the already battered body of the Jackass. With nobody left standing, the rampant Simpson continues bludgeoning the Rock Messiah, he swings the chair twice more, each time connecting with a bone-chilling crack. Once he gets bored, the Punisher tosses the chair aside, out of the ring. The big man surveys the scene and sees no opposition. With a chuckle to himself, Simpson takes the time to flip the crowd off before beginning the slow ascent to the scaffolding above him. Climbing the rigging that extends from the turnbuckle, Simpson is about half way up when one of his opponents begins to stir.
Hayden HardKore, hearing the creaking and groaning of steel from the rigging above his head, opens his eyes and looks up. He sees the heavyweight climbing slowly, hand over hand and foot over foot. With a grunt of effort, the Kiwi tries to move, but finds himself pinned underneath the dead weight of Magnus Gunner. Hayden wriggles himself free eventually, but by that time Johnny Simpson had reached the top and was beginning to hurl himself onto the dodgy platform. The wooden scaffolding bows beneath his weight as Simpson scrambles on top of it. He takes a moment to steady himself before attempting to stand. When the plank underneath him creaks once more, the Punisher almost falls off. He chooses to lie prone and slide himself along the scaffold instead. Meanwhile, the now free Jackass charges off across the ring and scurries up the rigging perpendicular to that Simpson had scaled. With his experience and agility on his side, Hayden’s ascent is much faster than Simpsons. Before Johnny is half way across the plank, Hayden is already swinging himself from the rigging onto the scaffold. High above the ring, Hayden stands and scurries across the plank, like an expert tight rope walker. He does not concern himself with the contract suspended above him, knowing that the Punisher would sooner throw him off the scaffold than let him take it. Hayden makes a beeline straight for the prone figure himself. He raises Simpson to his knees, a grunt of awkward effort escaping from the big man’s mouth in the process. With a thud, Hayden plants a well placed kick, catching his opponent across the sternum and causing him to fall sideways slightly. Simpson tries to stop himself falling by putting his hands out in front of himself. In the end, the Punisher is on all fours, opening himself up for another punt by the veteran Jackass. Hayden obliges, catching him from below and driving the foot up into the sternum again. This time, Simpson simply lets out a grunt but stays rock steady on the scaffold. Knowing that he will not be able to make the big man budge by conventional means. Hayden backs up slightly before charging at his opponent. He grabs Simpson around the waist and drives him toward the edge of the scaffold. With his own weight behind him, Hayden is able to push Simpson over the edge. However, the Jackass sacrifices himself in the process, following his opponent down. The pair crash in a mangled mess on the ring below, Simpson taking the brunt of the fall, with Hayden positioning himself to land on top. The crash raises the arena to its feet. All four men a laid out, scattered about the ring randomly to add to the ‘frat-party’ feel of the match set-up.
”Hayden HardKore just threw both himself and the Punisher off the top of the scaffold! My God, somebody get a medic out there quick. If we don’t need one after that, I have a feeling we will before this night is out!”
”they can beat the holy hell out of each other all they want. It just means they are going into Red, White and Bruised a little weaker. I’m fine with that.”
”Well, if none of these men wake up, do you win by default?”
”you may as well call it here. I’m going to be champion at the end of RWB anyway, so this is a pointless match!”
”Try telling that to those four in the ring, I don’t think they’re listening.”
The scene is carnage, with bodies strewn about the arena with reckless abandon. The commentary crew try their hardest to talk through the recuperation time, but it is a long while before any of the four men can find the strength to lift their heads, let alone reach a vertical base. Slowly, slowly, three of the four begin to come to. Sam Keane is first to rise, holding his shoulder injured in the fall from the sky. Hayden peels himself away from the body of his opponent, leaving an imprint of himself in the skin of the Punisher. Almost at the same time, Magnus gunner shakes off the effects of three chair shots to the back of the head and groggily stands to his feet. A smile spreads across the faces of Hayden and Magnus almost instantly, and the pair look set to pick up exactly where they left off.
TBC
Quickly, the referee scampers out of the way as a four man collision seems imminent. All four competitors meet in the center of the ring, each looking to gain an early upper hand. It is the big man, Johnny Simpson that does so – using his power to sweep the other competitors aside. He disposes of Hayden HardKore and Magnus Gunner with a simple swing of his hands, brushing them aside like a bad orderve. Like a rampaging bull, he lowers his head and sets his sights on Sam Keane, charging through the Underdog head-first and driving him into the corner turnbuckle. While the Kiwi and the ‘Shagadelic One’ dust themselves off, Simpson busies himself by drilling Keane with repeated Knee Strikes. Four or five of the brutal shots hit home, reducing the youngster to a blubbering crumpled mess in the corner of the ring. The Punisher, clearly not done yet, hoists Keane up above his head and proceeds to eject him from the ring. The Underdog easily clears ten feet in height on his journey from the ring to the lightly padded floor below. When his body bounces off the floor and comes to rest against the guardrail, the impact of Simpson’s punishing Overhead Toss is made abundantly clear. The crowd, however, don’t have time to reflect as a second scuffle breaks out across the opposite side of the ring.
Picking up where they had left off, Hayden and Magnus don’t take too long to find each other. Locking up into a Collar and Elbow tie, each man manages to plant a few sneaky shots to the head before the men drive themselves to the turnbuckle. Magnus whips Hayden’s head back in an European Uppercut, staggering the lightweight veteran. With a cocky smile on his face, the ‘Shagadelic’ Gunner seizes the small opportunity before him. He picks the Kiwi up easily into a Powerbomb position and dispenses him into the waiting steel of the turnbuckle. Hayden’s head smashes into the upright with enough force to rally a response from the crowd, before the Kiwi’s body goes limp and the veteran simply slides down to the mat. A smile forms on Gunner’s face as he takes the time to show off his sexy chest-hair, parading to a female that had caught his eye from the second row.
”Oh wow, two high impact moves, one after the other. Hayden looks like he is on dream street, and Sam Keane, well, the Underdog has left the building.”
”Magnus Gunner has never been shy about showing himself off. You’re lucky he is wearing his wrestling trunks tonight… Back stage, well, let’s just say the man doesn’t have tan-lines.”
”Terrible mental images aside, don’t you get the feeling that Magnus has forgotten something important.
Wallet? Keys? No, wait, that’s right… The Punisher.”
Almost on cue, Johnny Simpson bounds across the ring and up to Gunner. From behind, he slams Magnus’s head into the padded steel. With his opponent dazed, he searches around for a suitable weapon. Finding one in a simple steel chair, Johnny Simpson calls for silence from the crowd, which only serves the opposite of effects. With a snarl at the GHW fans, the Punisher raises the chair above his head and swings it forward, slamming it into the back of the Rock Messiah’s skull. Gunner drops instantly, draping himself over the already battered body of the Jackass. With nobody left standing, the rampant Simpson continues bludgeoning the Rock Messiah, he swings the chair twice more, each time connecting with a bone-chilling crack. Once he gets bored, the Punisher tosses the chair aside, out of the ring. The big man surveys the scene and sees no opposition. With a chuckle to himself, Simpson takes the time to flip the crowd off before beginning the slow ascent to the scaffolding above him. Climbing the rigging that extends from the turnbuckle, Simpson is about half way up when one of his opponents begins to stir.
Hayden HardKore, hearing the creaking and groaning of steel from the rigging above his head, opens his eyes and looks up. He sees the heavyweight climbing slowly, hand over hand and foot over foot. With a grunt of effort, the Kiwi tries to move, but finds himself pinned underneath the dead weight of Magnus Gunner. Hayden wriggles himself free eventually, but by that time Johnny Simpson had reached the top and was beginning to hurl himself onto the dodgy platform. The wooden scaffolding bows beneath his weight as Simpson scrambles on top of it. He takes a moment to steady himself before attempting to stand. When the plank underneath him creaks once more, the Punisher almost falls off. He chooses to lie prone and slide himself along the scaffold instead. Meanwhile, the now free Jackass charges off across the ring and scurries up the rigging perpendicular to that Simpson had scaled. With his experience and agility on his side, Hayden’s ascent is much faster than Simpsons. Before Johnny is half way across the plank, Hayden is already swinging himself from the rigging onto the scaffold. High above the ring, Hayden stands and scurries across the plank, like an expert tight rope walker. He does not concern himself with the contract suspended above him, knowing that the Punisher would sooner throw him off the scaffold than let him take it. Hayden makes a beeline straight for the prone figure himself. He raises Simpson to his knees, a grunt of awkward effort escaping from the big man’s mouth in the process. With a thud, Hayden plants a well placed kick, catching his opponent across the sternum and causing him to fall sideways slightly. Simpson tries to stop himself falling by putting his hands out in front of himself. In the end, the Punisher is on all fours, opening himself up for another punt by the veteran Jackass. Hayden obliges, catching him from below and driving the foot up into the sternum again. This time, Simpson simply lets out a grunt but stays rock steady on the scaffold. Knowing that he will not be able to make the big man budge by conventional means. Hayden backs up slightly before charging at his opponent. He grabs Simpson around the waist and drives him toward the edge of the scaffold. With his own weight behind him, Hayden is able to push Simpson over the edge. However, the Jackass sacrifices himself in the process, following his opponent down. The pair crash in a mangled mess on the ring below, Simpson taking the brunt of the fall, with Hayden positioning himself to land on top. The crash raises the arena to its feet. All four men a laid out, scattered about the ring randomly to add to the ‘frat-party’ feel of the match set-up.
”Hayden HardKore just threw both himself and the Punisher off the top of the scaffold! My God, somebody get a medic out there quick. If we don’t need one after that, I have a feeling we will before this night is out!”
”they can beat the holy hell out of each other all they want. It just means they are going into Red, White and Bruised a little weaker. I’m fine with that.”
”Well, if none of these men wake up, do you win by default?”
”you may as well call it here. I’m going to be champion at the end of RWB anyway, so this is a pointless match!”
”Try telling that to those four in the ring, I don’t think they’re listening.”
The scene is carnage, with bodies strewn about the arena with reckless abandon. The commentary crew try their hardest to talk through the recuperation time, but it is a long while before any of the four men can find the strength to lift their heads, let alone reach a vertical base. Slowly, slowly, three of the four begin to come to. Sam Keane is first to rise, holding his shoulder injured in the fall from the sky. Hayden peels himself away from the body of his opponent, leaving an imprint of himself in the skin of the Punisher. Almost at the same time, Magnus gunner shakes off the effects of three chair shots to the back of the head and groggily stands to his feet. A smile spreads across the faces of Hayden and Magnus almost instantly, and the pair look set to pick up exactly where they left off.
TBC
