Main Event: Hayden HardKore vs Jaggeroth

[Hayden]

The night seems to draw itself toward a natural close. With the dust still settling from Red, White and Bruised, the fans had shouted themselves hoarse in the build up to the night's main event. However, knowing the importance and prospective quality of the match that is about to befall - the fans are cheering along well before the announcement is made.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following Champion versus Champion match is tonight's main event."[/i]

No sooner had Charlie Coors stopped barking into the microphone, an all too familiar song hits - trumpeting the entrance of the triumphant Kiwi.




"Introducing first -

Weighing in at one hundred and ninety three pounds. He hails from Wellington, New Zealand, the current GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion, the man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!"[/i]

Upon hearing his name, Hayden bursts through the entrance curtain and into the blindingly bright lights of the GHW arena. Holding the King of the Deathmatch Championship high above his head, the Kiwi wears a grin from ear to ear as big as if he had won Nexus.

The Kiwi parades his Championship belt around the entrance stage, showing it off the the fans on either side of the ramp. When it comes time to make his way to the ring, the Kiwi Battler takes off, picking up pace until he is running at full tilt. Every step he makes is with a slight wince, his heavily taped ribs and extra padding along the sleeves of his arms a tribute to a hard fought victory at the Pay Per View. However, the old man of GHW doesn't let the residual pain slow him down. He charges headlong for the ropes, slides into the ring and comes up onto one knee in the same motion. He raises his head with a trademark smile on his face to hide the pain. He lifts the title above his head once more before handing it off to the referee, who passes it to ringside for safe keeping.

"A victory at RWB for the Kiwi, some gold around his waist and it looks like the old man has picked up where he left off prior to going AWOL.

"I was talking to him about his leave of absence earlier in the week, now that you bring it up. He said that an injury had forced him to take some time off. He had been back in New Zealand with family, and stayed on to assist with the rebuilding of Christchurch after the big earthquake had leveled the city.

So he has been a busy man, despite him not being here. Anyhow, he's here now and he is the King of the Deathmatch. Let's see what Jaggeroth has in store for the wily old man?"

Hayden goes about his warm up, building hype in the crowd and stretching his leg muscles out while waiting for the arrival of his opponent.

TBC Jaggy

[Psychotic Circus]

The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man
Consistently, without the eyes to see
By those who revel in sewer equally

We, the prosperity of the future seal
Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind
Born to capture the essence of
The trails of our kind

Zero tolerance must be issued forth
Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done

Twin trials of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp as the music hits, the house lights turn an unearthly red. Fog starts emitting from behind the entrance curtain, it fans out and starts its march down the ramp, covering up the area.

Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done

Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing a single, monstrous figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts its descent down the ramp. With fire raging at both side, the Time Killer breaks through the fog, his mask is stitched back up, a few pieces are missing along the right side. Strapped to the Demon of Elkhorn Valley's waist is the GHW title. Jaggeroth looks around as the crowd vents the frustrations of the common man on him. The Time Killer gets on his knees as a spot light shines on him, the white light has a covering over it projecting a maroon pentagram which Jaggeroth kneels in the center of. A camera man gets in front of Jag as he bows to all that is evil and wrong. As the Psycho King raises his hands in the air again the lights completely go out except for the insignia of evil, a strong up flow of fire rises from both sides of the entrance ramp. The arena is lit up from the fury of the raging hell fire as Jaggeroth raises from the ground and he slowly starts his walk to the ring.

Become your oooooooooown congregation
Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration

We, who not deny the animal of our nature
We, who yearn to preserve our liberation
We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire
We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength

"Introducing next! From the haunted cornfields of NE-BRAAAASKA, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing six feet six inches. He is the New, GHW Heavyweight Champion of the woooooorld!...THIS-IS-JAAAAGER----ROTH!"


The war frame of the Psychotic Mastermind walks up the steel steps, his eyes stay fixed at the Kiwi as he slides between the top and bottom rope. Once inside the ring, Jaggeroth raised the GHW title up high as he came face to face with Hayden Hardkore, staring down on him as he can finally say for once, he was more than higher up on the totem pole then Hayden was.

TBCB: The Kiwi.

[Hayden]

The match begins with the referee’s warning of a clean fight falling on deaf ears. The larger of the two men, Jaggeroth, is quick to exert his dominance over the Kiwi. He does so with an unsportsmanlike fist to the face of the Jackass. Hayden staggers back, taken aback by the abrupt beginning. He has little time to refocus himself as the Corn-fed Colossus is soon towering over him again. Jaggeroth easily picks the Jackass up and tosses him abruptly into the corner turnbuckle. Hayden crashes hard, colliding with the padded steel back first – his head snapping back violently in the process. The Time Killer wastes no time in bludgeoning the Kiwi with brutal body shots. Hayden’s ribs are an easy target, the extra taping covering them after Red, White and Bruised acting somewhat of a bullseye. Using all of his 280 pounds of meat and muscle to his advantage, Jag lands left and right hands with reckless abandon to the taped off area. Each shot ripples through the Kiwi’s slender frame and rocks the King of the Deathmatch to the very core. The Psycho King only lets up to hoist the Kiwi into the air above his head, tossing him onto the turnbuckle head first for good measure. Jaggeroth’s own body rocks with maniacal laughter as he watches the wily veteran’s head bounce off the turnbuckle and his body fall lifelessly to the mat at the base of the upright.

Taking a little time to himself, Jaggeroth adjusts the mask on his face before turning his attention back to the weakened Kiwi. Once again, Jaggeroth hoists the Kiwi into the air and tosses him high into the air above his head. He waits for the Kiwi to come back down to earth and greets him with a Jumping Uppercut that catches Hayden on the chin and sends him spiralling to the ground. Hayden crashes awkwardly on his right shoulder, receiving an astonished gasp from the crowd for his troubles. As if to emphasise the point, the Psycho King looks upwards, then back down at Hayden’s body and nods in quiet approval.

”Wow, Hayden HardKore got more hang time than the NBA on that fall!”

”It’s like watching a cat toying with a mouse. Jaggeroth is going to have fun tearing the little weasel apart, piece by piece.”

”Normally I would disagree with you, but clearly Hayden is still feeling the effects of a long, hard fought victory to win the King of the Deathmatch Championship last Sunday.
He simply has no answer to Jaggeroth’s persistent beating.”

With his opponent battered, bruised and completely at his mercy, Jaggeroth decides to slow the match down and draw out the agony for even longer. Grabbing the Kiwi by the legs, the Time Killer tilts Hayden upside down, wrapping the Kiwi Legend up into his patented Time Devourer, Texas Cloverleaf variation. Almost instantly, the Kiwi’s face screws up and a groan of pain escapes his lips. This only serves to excite Jaggeroth more; the Psycho King responds by lifting the Jackass higher up to add more angle to the hold, and more pressure on the injured shoulder of the Kiwi. An excited moan is heard from Jaggeroth, matching the agony filled cries emanating from Hayden’s mouth.

It is all Hayden can do to focus his energy on not tapping out. Eventually, he manages to wriggle himself free of the hold, but by then the damage had been done. Crawling hand over hand, Hayden tries to separate himself from his opponent. He grabs a hold of the bottom rope, clutching onto it for dear life. However, Jaggeroth seizes him by then ankles and proceeds to yank him away from the rope, hoisting him into the air in the process and dropping him back down face first into the canvas as a punishment for escaping his torture. Jaggeroth grunts as he stands his opponent up, flinging him with seeming ease into a Powerbomb position, ready to send the HardKore Legend straight to hell.

”Hayden is about to meet his maker. Jaggeroth has him lined up for the kill. I sure hope he said his prayers today.”

”Hayden, in the condition he is in, should not have accepted this match. How he is medically cleared, I have no idea. Surely, we must have the doctor on our payroll.”

”Doctor? I’m sure that’s just Homeless Joe in a white coat and stethoscope.”

”So that physical I was told to take...”

The Psycho King is eager to end the night early, take his Championship and get the hell out of Dodge. With a final thrust, the GHW Heavyweight Champion launches the lightweight Kiwi into the air and directs him toward the waiting mat. Hayden, using the instincts only a veteran can muster, hooks his feet around Jaggeroth’s neck as he falls, Hayden uses Jaggeroth’s own momentum against him to turn the prospective Powerbomb into a Hurricanrana. Before he knows it, the Psycho King is lying on his back, staring through his mask holes at the lights high up above him. He has no time to wonder how, as the spritely Kiwi soon pounces on him with a follow-up Lionsault – Splashing across the big man’s body as an exclamation mark to his intentions. The Lionsault had taken its toll on the Kiwi, who rolls off the big man’s body holding his injured ribs. Coupled with the injured shoulder from Jaggeroth’s earlier aerial assault, Hayden’s body had begun to betray him.

TBC Jag