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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 14, 2012 13:36:14 GMT -5
Entrance to be written, or not.
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Post by Hayden on Aug 14, 2012 23:35:46 GMT -5
While Dustin finishes his entrance and begins his pre-match warm up, the arena waits with bated breath. Knowing that tonight’s Main Event has all the makings of a historic match, the crowd seem anxious for the arrival of the Jackass. Instead of the familiar sound of Hayden’s entrance music, the Titan Tron flickers into life with a replay of last week’s H-Games Final. All eyes turn to the screen to see the road that Hayden had taken to Red, White and Bruised.
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As soon as Hayden’s voice stops echoing around the arena, his familiar music hits. CKY’s “96 Quite Bitter Beings” blasts its way into the arena, the grungy guitar tones blaring out of every speaker and penetrating its way through every eardrum. As one, the crowd rise to meet the H-Games winner.
”Introducing Secondly.
Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety one pounds.
This year’s H-Games winner, the most decorated superstar in GHW History. The man known as the “Jackass” – Hayden Hard-Kore!”[/b][/i]
Hayden lets the song play through well into the verse before he makes his appearance in the arena. By now, dry ice had filled the entrance stage, masking the movement of his feet as he stomps his way in time with the music to the front of the entrance stage. When the music reaches a breakdown, the lights around the arena flicker and flash at random intervals. Hayden, unperturbed by the strobe effect of the lights, simply smiles and points a left hand in the direction of his opponent. Delta, in turn, meets the gaze of the Jackass and the pair lock eyes. Hayden moves without straying his view from the KotDM Champion. When he picks up speed down the ramp, his eyes remain locked on his opponent. He only breaks the gaze to slide into the ring, coming up onto one knee in the motion of the side. The Kiwi Battler stops his slide just short of where Delta is standing, his eyes piercing through the Champion. Delta meets the gaze with one equally as cool, raising his Championship belt into the air. The tense atmosphere is only broken by the referee, who asks Dustin to present the belt.
When the belt has been hoisted to the crowd, signifying that this match is for the Championship and the formalities are out of the way, the bell sounds and the long awaited rematch between “Double-D” and “Double-H” kicks off
TBC DD
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Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 16, 2012 8:01:02 GMT -5
A commotion in the stands draws everything to a stand-still, the camera zooming over to catch the site. To the competitors vexation, but the crowds delight, notorious madman and former KotDM Champion himself, Nicholas Carson, wades through the fans.
"Oh great. Just what we need."
"You may not be a fan of his, Matt, but I am and apparently so are the fans."
"They're certainly giving him a warm reception, but the question is.. what is he doing here?"
"There's always been a method to his madness. 2012 has been the best year in Nicky's career. He did the impossible when he defeated Hayden HardKore two times in a row, then he turned around and defeated a man many deemed unbeatable in our Champion Dominik Santiago. Seeing that he has a history with Hayden and doesn't like the man at all, and has a love-hate history with Delta, the man who beat him for the KotDM title, I'd say he's not here to simply watch the match."
Hayden and Dustin keep tabs on the Maniac Mauler as he takes a seat at ringside and props his feet up on the top of the barricade.
TBCB Hayden or Delta
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Post by Hayden on Aug 16, 2012 23:03:33 GMT -5
Two of the toughest competitors in the history of GHW square off in the center of the ring. Dustin is first to gain the upper hand, using his slight weight and power advantage to force the Kiwi lightweight backwards, pushing him against the ring rope. Looking out at the intruding figure sitting ringside, Delta points out to the jeering Carson to grab his attention, before opening his right palm and slapping Hayden across the chest with it. The snap of hand meeting chest carries out into the crowd like music to the bloodthirsty ears of the GHW fans. A second open palmed slap across Hayden’s chest follows much the same routine, serving to put a smile on Delta’s face as he looks down at the Kiwi’s reddening and welting chest. Grabbing the New Zealander by the scruff of his neck, Dusting leads him away from the ring rope and marches him into the ring once more.
With venom in his eyes, Double D grasps the lightweight Jackass into his clutches before planting him into the center of the ring with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. When Hayden’s head had fallen to the mat, Delta pushes himself back to his feet, planting one stiff boot to the side of the Kiwi’s body before turning his attention to the former Champion at ringside. Delta encourages Carson to vacate his seat and leave the building, but the unpredictable Nicky simply smiles vacantly back at him. The conversation ends with little being resolved, Delta simply giving up at trying to get through to the former King of the Deathmatch. By this time, the Champion senses movement behind him. Hayden HardKore was stirring, rolling onto his front to try and push himself to a vertical base. A snarl spreads across Delta’s face and the “Sleepwalker” charges forward to put an end to the Kiwi’s recuperation. Delta plants a black boot into Hayden’s ribs for his troubles, attempting to punt the New Zealander into touch and out of the ring. Hayden rolls over onto his back from the impact, his face screwed up into an unnatural wince. However, the ring veteran has the sense of mind to continue rolling out of the ring. He lands in a pile of body parts on the cool floor outside the ring, with the ring ropes separating him from the rampant King of the Deathmatch.
”The early going of this match has been all Delta. Hayden has got to find a way into this match or it might be as quick as the H-Games final was”
”Two cheap nights in a row, I don’t think so. This match is going to be a long, bloody, drawn out and brutal ordeal. These two men are going to go through hell and back before tonight is out.”
”Well, at this rate – Only one man has a ticket. Hayden is being put through the ringer and Delta seems to be eyeing up yet another title defense.”
By the time Delta had composed himself enough to climb out of the ring after his pesky opponent, Hayden’s hands were busy fishing underneath the ring apron. From his prone position, the Kiwi is able to hide his actions somewhat and keep his cards close to his body. It is not until Double D leaps off the ring apron to try and continue his assault that Hayden reveals his plans. From under the ring, the Kiwi pulls out a length of steel tubing. Holding it in front of his body like a bayonet, Hayden directs the end of the tubing towards Delta’s chest. The Champion, unable to stop himself from falling, crashes into the tubing and tumbles the rest of the way to the floor next to the Jackass. Hayden kips up to his feet triumphantly, steel tubing in hand as a round red mark begins to appear on the chest of his opponent. Delta writhes about in agony, like a fish out of water. He is only silenced by another swing of the steel piping that catches him on the top of the head. As the tubular bell-like sound of steel meeting skull carries into the front row, Hayden discards his trusty pipe and turns his attention back to his opponent.
The Kiwi helps Delta to his feet and leads him over to the crowd barricade, where dozens of hands reach over to try and touch the two men. Hayden plants a well timed kick to the mid section, leaving Delta to double over in winded pain while the Kiwi backs up along the side of the ring. With a smile on his face, Hayden charges at his opponent, looking to Spear him through the barricade. Dustin, however, has other ideas. Leaping aside at the last moment, the KotDM Champion escapes safely. The Kiwi crashes shoulder first into the barricade and winds up in a crumpled mess at the base of it. The fans at ringside, getting more than they bargained for, look on in stunned astonishment at the carcass of the Kiwi Legend. Delta, in turn, reels backward to try and recover from the steel pipe to his chest and the match seems to take a natural break in action for just a moment.
”I really thought Hayden had a foot hold there, but just when you think somebody is going to pick this match up and run with it…”
”Boom… Momentum shifter. Now Delta is back in the driver’s seat and ready to take over once more.”
”One thing is for sure. These two men are giving their all tonight. They will leave it all out there. Whoever walks away with the Championship tonight, really deserves it.”
”Unless that person happens to be Nicholas Carson, through some sick twist. I still haven’t figured out why he is even here. He’s not booked in this match, nor does he seem to be getting involved.”
”Yet…”
At the mention of his name, Nicholas Carson simply lifts his head and shoots the commentary crew an intimidating glare. While Delta and Hayden prepare themselves for yet another onslaught, Carson looks on, biding his time to make his move.
Delta recovers quickly, the red circular mark from the steel pipe turning into a small graze that spurts a trickle of blood down his chest. Ignoring the pain associated with the graze, he turns his attention back to Hayden. Arming himself with a steel chair found vacated in the front row, Delta makes a beeline for the Kiwi Battler. Hayden is still lying in a crumpled heap when his opponent reaches him. He slams the chair on the crowd barricade for good measure, revelling in the sweet chimes of metal on metal that it sends echoing out around the arena. The crowd cheer along for their favourite combatant, seeming to split their support nearly down the middle. Dustin raises the chair above his head and looks set to strike once more.
TBC DD
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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 17, 2012 1:58:55 GMT -5
"Earlier today in an interview with our own Charlie Coors, Dustin Delta said that - quote - 'my match tonight feels like a last supper. The Thane of Slumberland and the King Kiwi, the rulers of two enemy kingdoms, have sat down at a dinner served by an assassin. The target of the assassin is unknown, but one thing is definite, and it's that one of those two kings has swallowed the copious venom, which will be their delivery to death's door.'"
"Interesting words from an, uh, interesting man, I suppose."
From his vantage point, Hayden could have surely sworn that the venom was almost consuming and corroding his insides.
Hayden's eyes peeked up and he began to drown in desperation, watching as Double D held the cold steel chair above his head. Improvising an escape plan, the Kiwi was able to extend his leg and jab his heel into the shin of Dustin, who toppled forward and began to cascade down to the floor, face-first. Unfortunately for the challenger and veteran, Delta's grip on the chair was maintained as he fell, and the chair still made contact with the downed Hayden, even though The Sleepwalker's figurative tower had collapsed. HardKore spent a moment on the ground, wallowing in the pain of all that had transpired so far in this Last Man Standing contest. Considering that both men were laid out, the referee staggered over as fast as he could to begin his judgmental ten-count. The zebrashirt's voice seemed to bellow as he began counting. By the time his count of two echoed throughout the arena, Hayden was able to wrap his fingers around a patch of the ring skirt, and use it and the ring frame to rise back up to a vertical base. The referee called out a third time, and the future Hall-of-Famer swiped up the steel chair that had been a weapon against him, and made it his own, and now only maliciousness lay in the near future of the reigning Deathmatch Champion. The H-Games winner places the chair on the floor, and opens it to a small slit. Hayden slips the head of Alice in between the seat and the hollow under the chair's back,so that the end of the seat and the back meet at his neck. Half of the audience watches with immovable ecstasy, and the rest with a hopeless demeanor as the former Undisputed Champion pulls up on the legs of the chair attached to the seat, thusly tightening the clamp of the chair on Dustin's head. The seat's edge digs into the neck of Double D, who begins to flail his limbs in a failing effort to break out. Hayden continues to tighten the lock, not taking note as The Thane of Slumberland is able to firmly place both feet down and kick them forward, propelling him enough to shake HardKore's grip from the chair. The former Deathmatch champion nearly falls back, but catches his balance while the current champion unclasps the chair and removes his head, but reveals that his neck's hue is now that of a steak cooked rare.
"Right there, you can see the lasting impressions of that unholy tactic used by Hayden! I'd be willing to put money down on HardKore focusing his continuing attack on the neck of Double D."
"Either way, however Hayden continues his attack, right now Dustin is the one with the chair, and we've seen Delta unleashed with a weapon in his hands. We've seen him innovate new ways to use tables, ladders, chairs, light-tubes, kendo sticks, and the environment provided. It's never a pretty sight to see. If I were Hayden, I'd be more concerned with keeping the champion away from any tools of destruction."
"It's just another calculation going through the head of these competitors. Decisions constantly need to be made and while you're in the squared circle, you have to consider every possibility and every consequence of your actions, in only a few seconds. It's some of the most intensive competition you'll ever witness."
Yet even with this statement made by, not a single person in that arena could possibly imagine the number of options Dustin was considering in just a fraction of a second. To use the chair, or to abandon it. To find a new weapon now, or to wait and lure Hayden into an intricate trap. The possibility seemed as endless as the watching eyes around him in every direction. Delta took a deep breath and tossed the folding chair back, sending it out of the reach of either him or his challenger. The supporters of the Deathmatch Champion roar with delight as he delivers a kick to the diaphragm of the New Zealander, sending a blast of air out of his lungs and causing him to double over. Double D then clutches the head of the Kiwi, and pulls him to the ring, pushing his ragdoll-like body under the bottom rope before confining himself within the ropes again. In the time that it took him to get in the ring, Hayden was able to regain his own stability, and they engage in combat, trading closed fists with each other, the violence bouncing around inside the ring at the speed of sound. Finally, Delta is able to maintain superiority, and escapes from the flying fist of Hayden with a twist, and then knock Hayden off of his pedestal by completing a discus clothesline. The Sleepwalker taps his fingers on the underside of his foe's jaw, inspiring him to return to a vertical base. Hayden does this while the Thane methodically relocates himself to the outside of the ring's ropes, standing in wait on the apron. A shit-eating grin forms on his visage, gradually growing with each movement the H-Games winner makes. Finally, the Kiwi is back on his feet, and facing towards Delta groggily. The Brooklyn native leaps up to the top rope, using it as a springboard as he rockets towards the veteran with a second clothesline. However, just as Dustin believes he is going to spring his trap, Hayden activates one of his own, winding-up his arm and, like an anti-aircraft weapon, sends The King of the Deathmatch on a crash course out of the sky by connecting with the Power of the SouthPaw. The crowd erupts with enthusiasm, and the Kiwi staggers back towards a turnbuckle where he awaits the ten-count of the referee.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
As the count of a standard pinfall comes to an end, the entire arena's attention turns as Nicholas Carson climbs over the barricade wall, and then pulls his seat over the wall with him. It seems that he wants to find a better perspective, and places his seat down beside Matthew Oliveira at the commentator's table, but does not take, nor is provided with a headset, he simply watches on while all those at the commentator's table have their heads turned to him. Even Hayden and the referee stop what they're doing and observe Nicky-Boy. The referee's count has ceased, allowing Dustin Delta to return to a vertical base. The audience begins to cheer, supporting Double D and warning Double H, as The King of Hearts runs the ropes and jumps up behind the Kiwi, falling down with a special delivery, packaged and marked as a Fame Asser. As Hayden lay, wallowing in his misfortune, Delta collects the arbiter's attention and demands he count as the challenger is downed in the ring. Nicholas seems to provide his approval as he nods his head from his ringside seat. "1!" The referee started over...
"Nick, is there even a reason that you're here?"
Dead air.
"Reasons unknown, but nevertheless, Carson here provided enough of a distraction for Dustin to turn the tables back in his favor, just moments after it seemed that HardKore had the upper hand."
"But with the power teetering towards Hayden every so often, you have to question just how long the tides will sway in Dustin's favor." |
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Post by Hayden on Aug 22, 2012 1:14:04 GMT -5
Given the time that it had taken for the referee to start his count over, Delta manages to beat the official's count and clamber to his feet at a count of "six". In the confusion that had accompanied Carson's visit to the commentary table, Delta had benefited. Hayden shrugs off the disappointing and ever so slightly controversial moment with the poise that only a veteran can muster. Wasting no time in allowing the still groggy Delta a foot back in the match, the Kiwi snares a handful of the Thane's hair and uses it to direct him toward the corner turnbuckle.
Delta, however, has other ideas. An elbow to the guts of his opponent secures his freedom. Staggering aside, he puts a few steps of separation between him and the crafty veteran. By the time Hayden had gotten the wind back in his lungs, Delta was ready for the inevitable confrontation. The pair lock horns near the ring ropes and again, Delta easily overpowers the lightweight Kiwi. Forcing his head downwards, Delta hooks the Kiwi's head underneath the top rope and proceeds to twist the top and middle ropes around each other. In a twist of fate that sees the King of the Deathmatch repaying the favor of his earlier Chair Choke, Hayden's neck is trapped in between the ring ropes, cutting off the air supply to his brain. Hayden is left in a precarious and inescapable position. His body is inside the ring and his head is sticking out the other side of the ring apron, on display for all the fans at ringside to see the slow suffocation that the ring ropes provide. It doesn't take long for Hayden's cheeks to turn as read as Delta's neck. When his eyes start bulging out of his head, the Kiwi begins gasping for air. Delta backs off once again, admiring the cartoon-like view that his trapped rival is providing. With a smile on his face, Delta readies his next plan of attack. When the smile turns into a determined snarl, Delta unleashed a hefty punt, catching the Kiwi across the mid section with a dull thud. Eyes that were already bulging from his skull now fill with a new wave of agony as the Kiwi's body takes in the shock-waves of Delta's venomous kick. A second punt follows the first, with much the same results. After the third, Hayden's knees grow weak and he tries to fall to the ground. However, the rope snare had trapped him fast and the Kiwi is hung in limbo - half way down to the ground.
"I tell you what, there's no way Hayden can beat the 10-count of the referee if he has been choked out."
"That is beginning to look a lot like a real possibility here. Hayden's cheeks are beginning to flush with purple, and it looks as if he is about to pop at any moment."
"That doesn't tickle - trust me. Hayden has got to find a way to get himself out of the ropes or it is not just this match he will be risking."
"I'd like to see him weasel his way out of this predicament."
Delta calls the referee over, asking if the referee can call the standing 10-count from the position Hayden is in. After a short and very animated discussion, the referee shakes his head and walks away, leaving Delta to come up with another plan. Eager to vent his frustration in a productive way, the reigning Champion turns his attention back to the fading New Zealander. Grabbing Hayden by the ankles, Delta pulls backward and begins to walk his legs away from the ropes. He lifts Hayden's body until it is horizontal with the twisted ropes. Pulling with all his might, Delta begins to stretch Hayden - pulling his legs away from his trapped head. The cries of pain that emanate from the Kiwi's mouth are muffled from the lack of oxygen. The result is a feeble moan that speaks nothing to the volume of agony searing through his body. After a good stretch, Delta drops Hayden back to the mat once more. With the Kiwi's body spent, and his head nearly popping clean off his shoulders from the stretch, Delta decides to cut his losses. A simple flick of the ring rope frees Hayden from his impromptu prison. The Kiwi's lungs fill with precious air once more, but his body flops limply down to the mat like a deflated balloon, resting just under the deadly ring ropes.
Shooting a glare at the official once more, Delta requests the 10-count he had unsuccessfully demanded earlier. The referee begins in an instant, this time complying with the wishes of the King of the Deathmatch Champion.
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."[/b]
Number after number, the referee puts up into the air. It is not until nearly half way through the count that even a glimmer of life shows on the Kiwi's body.
"Four..."
"Five..."[/b]
Hayden lifts his head, weakened by the loss of oxygen. His eyes open, blinking in the bright lights of the arena. He places his left hand on the ring rope, what was once a powerful weapon that would drop even the most hardy of opponents. Yet, in his weakened state, he simply does not have the power in one arm to drag himself to a vertical base.
"Six..."
"Seven..."[/b]
Desperation sets in. Hayden reaches his second arm across and places it on the bottom ring rope. Using both arms, he begins to haul himself to his feet. The pain of effort is etched into his face. Ironically, the New Zealander holds his breath as he allows himself one last pull. He is almost at his feet, with the referee's count still two numbers away from completion when Delta strikes.
Knowing that Hayden will inevitably beat the count, Dustin forces his way past the zebra-clad official and hurls himself at his opponent once more. A well placed dropkick to the knee sees the Kiwi's legs buckle once more. As the New Zealander topples to the mat, Delta leaps to his feet once more. Frustration set on his face, the Thane of Slumberland proceeds to sweep Hayden out of the ring, using his boot as a broom. The sound of Hayden's body hitting the ground outside the ring sets off a look of satisfaction across Delta's face, but it does not last long. He turns his head towards his opponent and sets off after him.
"Delta is all over this, but frustration is beginning to set in. Hayden is like the little engine that could - The guy just does not bloody give up."
"And Double D has got to be wondering what it is going to take to keep the veteran down for the 10-count."
"Well, Hayden was out for the 10-count... The referee just wouldn't call it. In my mind, Dustin Delta has already won this match."
"He didn't count it because Hayden was not on the ground, technically, the Jackass was standing at the time. It just so happened that it was not under his own strength."
"Technicalities. Hayden had his count interrupted, Delta didn't even get one. Reality is, this match is still going.
Only one of these men are walking away from this - That much I do know."
Dustin Delta leaps to the ground from the ring apron, landing with a foot on either side of the Kiwi's carcass. Grabbing Hayden by the seat of his pants with one hand and the shoulder with the other, he picks the Kiwi up. Hayden does not have long to get his bearings before Delta escorts him toward the crowd barricade. Pushing him from behind and directing the Kiwi's path by grabbing Hayden's belt and steering him, Delta drives the Kiwi shoulder first into the steel barricade near the entrance ramp. The crowd at ringside revel in the sound of the Kiwi Battler's body crashing into the steel. Stunned, the look on as Delta picks the Kiwi up and drives him shoulder first into the perpendicular barricade. This allows Hayden's battered body to collapse backwards onto the side of the entrance ramp.
The KotDM Champion closes in on his opponent once more. A third time, Delta picks the Kiwi up, this time flinging him upside down above Delta's own head and holding him in position, the Kiwi's feet pointing straight up to the ceiling. Delta marches the battered Kiwi Battler away from the crowd barricade and into the center of the entrance ramp, just before it begins to slope upward to the stage. Delta is poised for what will be a brutal and potentially match-ending Brainbuster - the hush that falls over the crowd suggests that they know it too. It seems like an eternity that Delta holds his opponent upside down in the air, allowing the red-purple color to flush back into the Kiwi's face. After symbolically checking the imaginary watch on his wrist, the smiling Delta lets the Kiwi fall, directing his head straight down to the unpadded steel of the floor.
It takes a few moments, and several replays on the Titan Tron, to work out exactly what happens next. While falling, the Kiwi manages to hook his arms around the back of Delta's head. Instead of being planted head first into the ground, this causes the Kiwi's body to fall horizontally. He uses the momentum of his own fall to throw Delta off balance, hooking him into a DDT position, then planting the Champion's skull into the very spot that his own was destined for. Being that the Kiwi's reversal came completely out of the blue, the few seconds it took to turn the tables was not instantly picked up by the crowd. Both men crash into the ground, with the puzzled crowd unsure who had come out on top of the exchange. It is only when Hayden's weary body is the first to raise its head that the point is hit home - This match is very much still alive.
"Just like that, out of nowhere, Hayden HardKore plants himself back into contention."
"He has really gone through the wringer in this match, Delta has thrown everything at him. Then he goes and..."
"Does that?"
"I've watched the replay half a dozen times now, and I'm still not sure how he pulled that off. I'm sure he was barely even conscious at the start of Delta's Brainbuster. Call it instincts or simply dumb luck, but damned if the old dog doesn't delay the inevitable just a little longer."
With a new found lease on life, Hayden forces himself to stand. The effects of a long, hard fought match have taken their toll on his body. Instead of focusing on his opponent, Hayden simply turns and walks toward the entrance way. The puzzled commentary crew do their best to try and figure out the reasons for his actions, but Hayden's poker face gives nothing away. Without a word or indication, Hayden makes his way up the ramp and exits back through the curtain, leaving all in attendance wondering what on earth is going on. The referee, unsure what to make of it all, begins to count the standing 10-count, seeing that Dustin Delta is lying motionless at the bottom of the ramp. Muttering erupts around the arena as the crowd try to piece the puzzle together. One thing remains, Hayden had left the arena...
Only to return wheeling an all too familiar shopping cart and wielding a cheeky smile. The cliché cart is filled with all the goodies a King of the Deathmatch might want, from light tubes to steel chairs, to lengths of piping and planks of wood. However, one item sits atop the cart, taking pride of place above all the others. The metal is dull, not shiny and new. The steel ball is stained with old blood that simply will not come out. The links of chain that connect to the ball hold many a memory of Deathmatches gone. Hayden takes the chain and wraps it around his left fist. With the smile on his face spreading from ear to ear, the Kiwi takes his 'Ball'n'Chain' off the cart and gives it a triumphant test-swing, arcing the flail above his head imposingly. the bloodthirsty crowd cheer on the return of the 'Ball'n'Chain', eager to see it cause some more havoc in an already tumultuous match.
Dustin Delta staggers to his feet, unaware of the imminent danger that is swinging its way down the entrance ramp toward him. He turns around to see the Kiwi Legend closing in on him, his trademark 'Ball'n'Chain' swinging in a swooping circle at his side.
"I thought he was gone, had enough, packed up and gone home. But Hayden has returned, and with his trusty equalizer. This just got real."
"Even Carson has sat up and taken notice. Jesus, I haven't seen that ol' thing in a long time. That has won him more than one of his King of the Deathmatch titles, spelt the end of 'Honey the Bear' and been on many other journeys with the Jackass. I think it's about to make more history here tonight."
"One way or another, that Ball and Chain is going to be a huge factor in deciding the fate of these two men."
"Definitely! Especially when Delta takes it off Hayden and uses his own weapon to smash his skull in. That'll about seal the deal"
TBC DD
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Post by Dustin Delta on Aug 25, 2012 14:17:17 GMT -5
The tired eyes of Dustin Delta now hold an odd undead quality to them. They're bloodshot, and groggily half-awake, and his eyelids are unnaturally heavy as there would now be no greater solace than to close his eyes and rest. To fall into a deep sleep, and dream of fantasy and luxury while the pain flows from his mouth into his own river, and washes away into a greater sea of completed battles. But in the mindset, and in the determined heart of not only Double D, but of Hayden as well, to nap was woe. To let yourself leave mentally and to escape, was to shred the paperthin promises of victory, whether made to a world of spectating patrons, or to themselves. The time now was of great importance, for the fates now waited at a split end in the road, themselves napping while the two Spartan-like combatants were left to themselves to decide who'd follow them, draped in riches and silver plates. And many of the bystanders to the battle would now hold banners up for Hayden HardKore, but the question was whether those banners would be lined in gold, or be patched by tattered rags.
In contrast to the defending champion, Hayden could already see the finest lights, reflecting from gold and diamond and silver, in his eyes. The way of a living spectacle, which has now eluded him for far too long, was just within reach. Now, The Kiwi had to resort to drastic measures. He'd plant his feet and take a leap of faith. That leap being his vintage 'Ball'n'Chain'. The dreaded weapon would either be a conductor to lead the tides in a symphonic movement of merriment, or would swoop around and be the noose in an unfortunate hung-headed whiplash. But at the moment, the former seemed to be the inevitable.
The King of the Deathmatch struggled to balance himself, still dazed after his last descent to the Earth's surface. Now, he had to quickly analyze the scene before him. In many ways, the performance between two conquerers like this was like a show of improvised comedy. They'd have to analyze quickly, think up a show-stopper, and most importantly, neither of them could say no. So after making some quick calculations in his head, and subduing the shock and awe inspired by the sight of Hayden's signature tool of destruction, the Sleepwalker decided that agility was one of the few allies he had left exclusively. As long as that arcing devastator was in the hands of the Jackass, he'd be limited in speed. Delta, however, was not. With a blazing confidence, Dustin hops forward and swings his right fist toward the New Zealander, who counters the oncoming strike with the handheld travesty, knocking the King of the Deathmatch a step or two back. In a comforting effort, the champion clings to his right hand, but not for long. Realizing that time is of the essence, he makes another attempt to collide a closed left to the temple of the Kiwi, but HardKore sends him a form response, arcing the fail into his left hand now. The King of Hearts staggers back again, widened eyes looking down at his hands, which are bruised and battered as a child's would be after a game of Bloody Knuckles. The shock on his visage slowly turns to that of anger, and the Brooklynite charges forward at the Jackass, tucking and rolling to find his way behind the challenger, and following up with a big boot to his left shoulderblade. A chelsea grin slowly crosses the profile of the champion, who has aimed and hit the target he so wished, as Hayden descends to the ground - hopefully for the ten-count. But as he does, he twists, as the kick was planted on his opposite side, and so does the flail of the 'Ball'n'Chain', with slices and beats itself into the lower neck of the Thane of Slumberland - and Delta realizes he hit not only the target for which he aimed, but another one entirely, unintentionally, as he too collides with the cold and hard floor of ringside. The zebrashirt nears the fallen corpses, surveying the scene after the executioner executed himself.
"One!"
"Hayden had a golden oppurtunity there, but Dustin sacrificed himself - whether he meant to or not - and by doing so, subdued the Ball'n'Chain's use for a little while. Now it's laid out on the ground, somewhere over there, betwixt the fallen bodies of Delta and Hayden."
"Two!"
"To my right here, Nicholas Carson seems to be nodding his head in approval, whether he's proud of the former comrade and the man who defeated him for that strap, or whether he knows that it's Dustin's downfall tonight."
"Three!"
"If you ask me, Matt-O, this match is still anybody's game. The night is still young! This is why we're here, this is the Main Event, and we've got a long time before this one is written in the recordbooks."
"Four!"
The last numbered call of the arbiter lingers in the terse air of the arena, twisting it's syllables around the necks of the superstars, and the excited audiences, as well. There's a feeling of dry asphyxiation about the building, as both superstars only now begin to stir, still lost in themselves as they lay floored, for a moment of pain's greatest intensity, met with a gentle calmness before the tragic agony of the storm. While the two are now moving and writhing on the floor, neither is standing.
"Five!"
The half-way mark to the critical decision of victory or failure reaches the ears of Hayden and Dustin, carried by inspiring winds. The movement in the two seems to be more lively, as the eagerness of the fight seems rejuvenated inside them. Another wave of pain shoots through the two as they wallow in the suffering from their scars, but they look around them, searching for additional leverage to aid the effort as they make it. Hayden rolls over onto his stomach, and pushes his arm strength to the limit as he tries to push himself back up to his feet. The King of Hearts wraps his fingers around the bar of a steel barricade, and in contrast to his foe, tries to pull himself up to his feet. The blood runs cold as it runs from his knuckles down and meets the steel, flowing down into a puddle's form on the floor below.
"Six!"
"The scene we're seeing now speaks volumes about the struggle between these two men, and more specifically, the passion both of them have for this King of the Deathmatch Championship. Look at the blood leaking from the hands of Dustin, how those bleeding hands are what's holding him to that barricade as he tries desperately to stand."
"Look at Hayden, too! How his arms are trembling under his weight as he tries to push himself back up, just begging for the strength to stand."
"Seven!"
"In some ways, it's almost hard to watch..."
It would seem that Dustin's method proved more successful, as he's already on a bent knee, thought he's not standing, and he is not excluded from the referee's count. Meanwhile, several feet away, Hayden is on all fours, trembling and struggling. The world watches as their two favorite Fighty fighty persons are the subject to their pity party, as they actually feel bad for the bleeding and bruised competitors.
"Eight..."
Even the referee now looks at the two with a bit of agony, but his eyes seem to gleam and brighten as Dustin unsteadily finds himself on his feet, but does not relinquish his grasp on the barricade, feeling like it's needed for balance, but the pressure on his hands drains him as he holds onto it so tightly. The Sleepwalker's eyes, though, do wander from their place in pain's prison, and look towards Hayden, whose personal novel is now writing a desperate epilogue. The referee bends at his elbows, and it seems that he's about to send free another bird of rule, the ninth out of the flock of ten. While unsure of his vertical base's security, the King of Hearts seems to skip towards HardKore, striking the neck with the top of his boot, kicking him and rolling him over. This strike ceases the count of the arbiter.
"H-Games ends with me! This match ends when I say so!"
Delta's shouts are heard with tones of anger and a slight of arrogance, but his face narrates a different tale altogether. A subtle smile crosses the face of Dustin, and through the violence and the frustration and the passion, you can tell that he's a bit relieved that the match hasn't ended just yet. The New Yorker doubles himself over and wraps his arms around the head of the Jackass, escalating him back to his feet and leading him to the ring's skirt, lifting him and pushing him back into the confines of the squared circle. The Sleepwalker steps up the apron, and shakes his limbs to wake himself up and loosen up a bit. He takes a deep breath and steps through the ropes, watching Hayden as he pulls himself up to a vertical base using the ropes and turnbuckles. Stalking Hayden before he has the chance to turn around and face the champion, Dustin bends his knees and locks his arms around the waist of the Kiwi, bridging back and dropping the former Undisputed Champion with a German Suplex. The King of Hearts rolls over and brings HardKore along for the ride. This time, though, instead of another German Suplex, the Deathmatch Majesty hops and twists the arm of the New Zealander into a hammer lock. But before Double D can do a twist of his own and complete with the short lariat, Hayden rolls his lower body back and locks his legs around the neck of Delta, breaking free of the hammerlock. The audience cheers on the challenger as he completes the tilt-a-whirl, and transitions into the single-armed DDT position. But the King of the Deathmatch resists, pushing Hayden away, and causing his foe to step back into the ropes and rebound. But the Brooklynite takes advantage over the situation and dashes forward shoulder-first, colliding with his finishing maneuver, Mjölnir! The members of the audience who are supporting the champion explode with enthusiasm and gleams of hope, and watch as Delta sits up, his eyes locked on the his downed rival.
"Just stay down."
In the tense air, the words seem to linger heavily, echoing in the minds of those who were able to hear, seeing as it was said with the feather-like weightlessness of a whisper, lost among the monsoons that whip around about the arena. Dustin lays down on the canvas and rolls towards the ropes, passing under and turning as he reaches the frame's end, so he can stand outside of the ring. The referee looks down at Hayden with a sullen face, and he begins his count again.
"One..."
Unlike the last count, this one seems to lack to quickness and short breaths, the excitement to learn who would win, who would survive, who would stand. The calls of the judge seemed to hang from the rafters now, refusing to depart from their place amidst the grandeur and lights of the arena. A cryptic reminder of the suffering that was viewed by the capacity crowd as a performance. While the audience mulls this over, Dustin finds his way towards the announcer's table, and locks eyes with those of Nicholas Carson. The King of Heart wipes a hand across his face, leaving patches of blood in his stubble and on his cheek, but he doesn't seem to mind as he takes a seat, cross-legged, directly across from the Apocalyptic One. The commentators watch with the same dumbfounded confusion as when Nicky-Boy appeared.
"Two..."
"It seems like Dustin's come to have a word with Carson, here."
"Matt, can you hear what they're saying? You're the closest to them. Maybe provide a bit of insight?"
"With this headset on, I can't hear a damn thing besides you two and whatever the cameras can pick up."
"We can't hear them ourselves, but based on the look on his face, Dustin seems just as curious as to Nicholas' presence as we are."
"Three..."
"...Well that's something, I suppose."
"What's that, Matt-O?"
"I heard just one thing that Nicholas said, here."
"What was that...?"
"He said, 'The Ball'n'Chain.'"
"Four..."
The King of Hearts stands up, almost drone-like, and the conversations seems to halt abruptly. Dustin turns around and walks towards the entrance-ramp, abandoning the now mute Nicholas Carson, who sits and turns his attention to the flattened form of Hayden HardKore.
"Five..."
Dustin reaches to the floor, and his fingers find themselves quickly gripping the bar of the signature Ball'n'Chain. It's heavier than he expects as he lifts it from it's place of rest on the ground. As he turns around towards the ring, he watches as the Apocalyptic One drags Hayden by his feet out of the squared circle, bringing him to ringside and to his feet. Nicholas looks into the half-dead eyes of Hayden and says something, but it's lost from the ears of anybody else in attendance. The Jackass turns back towards Double D, who know swings the ball of the weapon about. Held in place by the chain, the spiked sphere pivots about, as do the fate's eyes, as they watch with intent as Hayden transitions to a fighting stance, the black of his eyes meeting those of the King of the Deathmatch Champion.
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