Mighty Man Millson vs Hayden HardKore

[Millson and Simpson]

This match is a Tables match. Introducing first, accompanied by Johnny Simpson, he is one half of the GHW Tag Team champions, Mighty Man Millson.

The crowd erupt in boos as the music of the Mighty Man hits the PA system and one half of the GHW Tag Team champions bursts through the curtain, flanked by Johnny Simpson as always. With smug arrogance on his face, Millson struts down the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans who spew their hatred for him and once he reaches the ring, Millson hops straight onto the apron, before springboarding over the top rope and ascending the turnbuckle, whereupon he raises the tag team title belt skywards. As he drops back down to the mat, he hands the title to the official at ringside and begins to pull at the ropes, awaiting the return of the legendary Hayden HardKore.

We're only seconds away from the in-ring return of the Jackass, Hayden HardKore, in a Tables match. Watch and listen as this place erupts.

This 4 hour special just keeps getting better but with the obvious ring rust, is there any way Hayden can put Millson through a table?

And let's not forget the ace in the pack, Johnny Simpson, who could make his presence felt here tonight.

TBC- Hayden

[Hayden]

Without warning, the arena plunges into darkness. All that remains are a shower of golden pyrotechnics that draw their way across the back of the entrance stage, either side of the Titan Tron. The screen itself fires into life, a giant countdown timer intruding its presence upon the arena. The countdown starts at "5" and proceeds to very slowly work its way to zero. When it reaches the count of "1", the screen falls silent once more and golden shower of pyrotechnics stops abruptly; the arena is plunged into complete blackout.

The blackout lasts for a good ten seconds, enough time to build anticipation around the arena. As the blackout continues, the commentators attempt to break the awkward silence with some mood lifting wise-cracks.

"That was the shortest golden shower that I have ever had."

"Err, Fuzz. That is far too much information. It seems that with GHW's Golden Boy returning, the stage crew might have gotten a little over-eager. Maybe somebody blew a fuse, Beyonce style..."

A familiar sound breaks the silence, one that sees the capacity crowd raise to their feet. The PA System and Titan Tron parade into life once more to the fanfare of Hayden HardKore, CKY's '96 Quite Bitter Beings'.



As the song plays through well into the first verse, Hayden appears just inside the entrance curtain. He has his trademark smile on his face, trademark aviator sunglasses atop his head and a confident swagger about him that comes with the territory. He takes the time to walk to each side of the stage, greeting fans that populate each side of the arena with a wave.

"Introducing Secondly. He is the most decorated man in GHW history, with more gold to his name than Bill Gates.

He weighs in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety Pounds. Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. The man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!"[/b]

The light catches Hayden's face, a face that is weathered, yet full of life. Stubble has formed around his once young and baby-faced features and the old man winces ever so slightly as he walks. The Jackass takes his time walking to the ring, greeting fans as he goes.

"The return of Hayden HardKore... again. This guy is like a cockroach, we just can't seem to get rid of him."

"Well, I have never been an advocate of Hayden's career. I just don't get what all the hype is about. Ok, so he has won more titles than anybody in the business.

He has also been around longer than anybody in the business, he has had the chance to win that many titles just by being here."

"Are you saying Al, that Hayden's title reigns have been won by him simply being in the right place at the right time?

He is a three time Nexus Finalist just because of a stroke of luck, he has held every major title in the business simultaneously and that was a fluke? Give the guy a little credit."

"Tell you what, if he beats Milson tonight... then I might just care enough to tune into his match with Vladimir Strife... Maybe"[/i]

Hayden picks up pace as he nears the end of the entrance ramp, enough to slide into the ring. He slides into position, coming up onto one knee as he goes, until he is kneeling in a marriage-proposal-like stance at the feet of his long time foe, Milson. With a cheeky smile, Hayden winks at Milson. He only receives a snarl in reply before the referee marches each man to his corner.

Satisfied that all is in order, the official calls for the bell to sound and all hell to be unleashed.

TBC MMM

[Hayden]

The bell rings through the air, awakening the beast within Millson. Pushing past the referee, MMM charges for the returning Jackass and aims the sole of his right boot directly at Hayden’s head. Taken somewhat by surprise, it is all Hayden can do to avoid the Big Boot by ducking under it. Spinning out of harm’s way, the Kiwi Legend creates a few paces of distance between himself and Millson.

In return, Mighty Man Millson simply flashes his lightweight foe a bloodthirsty grin before coming at the Kiwi once more, aiming for the jugular. A Throat Thrust is swatted away by the wily veteran, Hayden watching Millson’s eyes and biding his time. The follow up shoulder charge succeeds in knocking Hayden back, but the Kiwi remains standing. The Mighty Man drives him with his shoulder, directing the Jackass to the nearest turnbuckle. As Hayden backs into position, Millson pummels the Kiwi with a body blow hard enough to knock the wind out of his sails. Lifting Hayden onto the turnbuckle with ease, Millson looks to take the early control of the match, setting Hayden up for an elevated second- rope Cutter to stomp his dominance on the match and stamp out the embers of Hayden’s triumphant return. He hoists the sub-two hundred pound Kiwi into the air and off the safety of the turnbuckle.


”Well, this might be an early night for Hayden. Looks like Millson is the only one who did not get the memo about this being a triumphant and victorious return for the Jackass.”

”Millson has indeed taken control of the early going, catching Hayden by surprise. The veteran has been on the back foot since the get-go. If he cannot clear this ring-rust in a hurry, you might be right Al.”

”Might be right? Might be? Of course I am right, I’m always right. Ye of little faith…”


As the Kiwi leaves the turnbuckle, Mighty Man Millson wraps his arms around the back of Hayden’s neck and directs the Kiwi’s head towards the waiting mat. Hayden, however, has other plans. As he leaves the turnbuckle, the Kiwi brings his feet up, curling himself almost into a ball. He wraps his own legs around the neck of the big man, reversing the Second-rope Cutter with a Hurricanrana of his own. The Kiwi flips his opponent around in mid-air, drilling him back first into the canvas. The pair fall in a heap, Hayden’s own body skidding to a halt a few feet away from Millson.

It does not take the Kiwi long to reach a vertical base. Hayden beats Mighty Man Millson to his feet by a good few seconds and uses the time to his advantage. Much to his usual game-plan, Hayden picks up the pace, controlling the tempo of the match. He charges off across the ring, building up speed by bounding into the ring ropes. On his return, he meets Millson head on, who is just again reaching steady footing. With timing and accuracy of the veteran that he is, Hayden plants a Dropkick to the left knee of his opponent. Millson’s leg buckles under the impact of the kick, and he is forced to drop that knee to the canvas. Hayden wastes no time in charging off across the ring once more, looking to seal the deal with a follow-up Dropkick to the chest and take the big man off his feet.


”True to form, Hayden HardKore is looking to control the pace of the match. If he can get on a roll, this man is deadly.”

”He had Millson scouted and waited his turn before striking. But it is going to take more than a Dropkick to the knee and a blow to the back to take Millson down. Hayden has to go big, big impact, big risk and big reward.”


As Hayden returns, galloping across the ring like a knight across the battlefield, he eyes up his opponent. Hayden leaves his feet once more, twisting his body until his feet are pointed directly at the chest of Mighty Man Millson. It is then that Millson strikes. Exploding into action like a bull crashing out of its starting gate at a rodeo, the Mighty Man pushes out at Hayden. He uses the Kiwi’s momentum to launch the lightweight Legend into the air. The extra force of Millson’s push is enough to make the Kiwi fly. Up and over the top rope Hayden sails. With arms and legs flailing in the wind like a dance move gone horribly wrong, Hayden is helpless to the powers of gravity. After peaking at a height of some ten feet or more, the Kiwi Battler plummets back down to earth. He lands outside the ring, right at the feet of Millson’s tag partner, Johnny Simpson.

Simpson simply looks up at the heavens, as if to thank them for the bountiful gift that they had given him. A glance at the referee, however, causes the ‘other-half’ of the Tag-Team Champions to refrain from acting. He holds his hands up as if to proclaim his innocence. The referee barks orders at Simpson to “back off”, and he obliges, if only to move his way around the corner of the ring and dig underneath to pull out a table from within. Smiling, Simpson slides the table into the ring, where his tag-partner is eagerly waiting. While Hayden writhes about ringside in fits of agony, Millson takes his time setting up the table so that it is resting up against a corner turnbuckle. Triple M then sets his sights once more on the Kiwi sacrificial lamb waiting him outside the ring.


”Well, Hayden’s high flying nature sure backfired there. All Millson had to do was push Hayden into the air and gravity did the rest.”

”Did it ever! I am sure I saw Hayden bounce when he landed. I’m surprised he didn’t get a nose bleed from being up that high.”

”And what restraint from Johnny Simpson at ringside. He and Hayden have had a long list of history together. He had the opportunity to sneak a shot or three in, but he made sure that he did not interfere in the match.”

*Sarcastically*”Yes… restrained. It had nothing to do with the referee telling him to back the hell off did it?”


With Millson and Simpson both flanking him, Hayden is helped back to his feet faster than a fat man downing a Big Mac. The pair coerce the Kiwi over toward the commentary table, preparing themselves for an ‘in-depth interview’ with the returning Kiwi Legend.

TBC MMM

[Millson and Simpson]

Having frogmarched the Flying Kiwi up to the vicinity of the announce table, Millson formulates a devious plan, courtesy of his advanced cerebral cortex. Barking orders at Simpson, the Big Bacon from Macon ducks his head underneath the left arm of the New Zealander and hoists him aloft as the Mighty Man leaps onto the ring apron. Simpson turns to face his employer and as quick as a flash, Millson leaps off the ring apron, extending his left arm and soaring towards the Jackass, Clotheslining the veteran in mid-air as he's held in the clamp-like grip of the Punisher. As Simpson releases Hayden upon impact, gravity forces both Millson and HardKore to crash into the announce table, the combined weight of the two men buckling the frame of the table with an earth-shattering crash. The crowd reach a fervent uproar as the carcasses of both men lie, unmoving, in the splinters, chants of 'Holy Shit' and 'GH-Dub' emanating throughout the crowd. Simpson puts his head in his hands as he surveys the damage to his employer and yells at the Mighty Man to reach his feet. Having dealt out the damage in the first place and having expected the fall, Millson responds to the shouts from the Punisher and clambers painfully to his feet, before patting Simpson on the back.

Remembering the table inside the squared circle, the Ultimate Ego spots an early path to victory and his winner's bonus and instructs Simpson to force Hayden back into the ring. The hulking behemoth nods his head and hauls Hayden to his feet, before rolling the Flying Kiwi back inside the 4 sides of rope. Millson wraps his right arm around the left arm of the Jackass and positions himself between the propped-up table and HardKore, before, sensing victory, Millson whips Hayden towards the table. However, having recovered enough wits to realise the danger he's in, Hayden spins around to face the Ultimate Ego as he reaches the end of Millson's wingspan, before pulling the arm of Triple M in the direction of the table, Hayden's momentum poetically whipping Millson into trouble. Just in time, the Whitby Wonder manages to stop himself careening into the wooden implement but as he turns around, both boots of the Jackass explode into the midriff of Triple M and send him to the canvas, Hayden executing a picture-perfect backflip as an exclamation point to the Dropsault. As Hayden rolls back to his full verticality, the Mighty Man rolls underneath the bottom rope in an attempt to earn some separation from his rejuvenated foe, allowing HardKore a moment to amp the crowd up like only he can, with a few rhythmical claps getting the crowd to follow suit all around the arena.

Hayden's getting a head of steam and I think Millson was wise to escape the ring. Once Hayden's in control, he rarely makes a mistake.

I wouldn't count your chickens just yet, Al, because it looks as if Hayden is going to go high-risk, high-reward just like the good old days. He hasn't lost a step.

With the crowd roaring him on, Hayden hits the ropes furthest from the Mighty Man as a way of picking up steam, before returning to dive through the middle and top rope, the unknowing Millson turning around to feel the full force of Hayden HardKore's body weight crashing down on top of him. Chants of 'You still got it' are quickly directed at the veteran HardKore, as Millson's body crumples under Hayden's weight and he collapses onto the concrete floor. Spotting the steel ring steps out of the corner of his eye, the Flying Kiwi spots an offensive manoeuvre and he quickly places the steps between him and the weary Briton in front of him. After taking a few steps back, Hayden then runs up to the steps and scales them without a break in stride, before utilising them as a launch pad, ascending skywards and throwing his boot towards the head of the Mighty Man. Having just fought to his feet, the Ultimate Ego is knocked back down to earth by the flying Yakuza Kick and with a deft forward roll upon landing, the Jackass comes out of the move unharmed and ready to take advantage of the situation, manhandling Millson back into the squared circle, HardKore quickly following suit and entering the ring.

Hayden's continued to keep control in this match but one slip up and Millson will be seding Hayden on a pain train, first stop, tabletown.

What an impressive return for the legendary Hayden HardKore this has been so far, but can he continue this domination into the break?

TBC

[Hayden]

Back inside the squared circle, Hayden sets about his work as if he had never left. Eager to take advantage of the momentum he had gathered, Hayden hoists the groaning figure of Mighty Man Millson to his feet. Leading the Ultimate Ego towards the corner containing the resting table, Hayden wrenches Millson’s arm behind him in a Police-style Standing Arm Lock. The pressure of the Arm Lock helps the smaller Kiwi to direct the grunting mass of Millson around the ring to his destination. Situating his opponent in the corner, Hayden looks to fling him back first onto the table. However, as he goes to toss Millson forward, his legs are swept out from beneath him. Having neared the turnbuckle, Hayden had walked right within the reach of Simpson, waiting at ringside to assist his employer. With the referee’s back turned to Simpson and his attention focused on the duo battling in the ring, Hayden is swept to the canvas without the official being any the wiser. Both HardKore and Millson wind up crumpled on the mat – HardKore’s momentum is effectively stalled in the process.

Amidst the chorus of booing that follows the outside interference, Millson staggers to his feet, trying to shake the effects of the Kiwi’s onslaught off. Naturally, Hayden’s attention is turned to the interferer, Simpson, and his back is momentarily turned on his opponent. This is the small opening that Millson requires. With Simpson and HardKore still exchanging insults at each other, the Mighty Man snaps Hayden’s head up in his grasp and drags him backwards, swinging his arm around in a well-executed Neck Breaker. Taken by surprise, the back of Hayden’s head bounces off the mat and his neck is twisted at an angle that only a giraffe could muster naturally. Safe from the impending table shot, Millson flashes a grin at his comrade, before turning his attention back to the Jackass.


”Hayden broke the cardinal rule… Never turn your back on your opponent. Always remember who your opponent is and who your opponent is not.”

”He paid the price for sure and now Millson is firmly in the driver’s seat once more, thanks again to an assist by Johnny Simpson.”

”Call it what you will Fuzz. Reality is, a veteran like Hayden HardKore should have seen that coming a mile away.”


Millson takes the time to berate his opponent, slapping him across the back of the head as the Kiwi writhes about the mat in agony. Grabbing the New Zealander by the wrist, he picks the lightweight legend up and props him onto his shoulders with ease. Hayden is set up in a Torture Rack position. With yet another devious plan forming in Millson’s mind, he turns to face the waiting table. Aiming Hayden at the center point of the table’s surface, he looks to toss the Kiwi to his doom. However, the wily veteran is able to sneak out the back door and away from harms way for the moment. Millson makes sure that he holds onto Hayden’s wrist, to avoid the Kiwi slipping away from him. With vigor, the Mighty Man whips Hayden towards the ropes. Hayden picks up speed easily. When he rebounds off the ropes, the New Zealander looks to turn the tides on his opponent with a move of his own. What he had not counted on was Millson taking the opportunity to head him off at the pass. Running to the perpendicular ring ropes, Millson meets his opponent in the center of the ring. Both men are at full tilt when the pair collides. Hayden, not expecting the drastic change in tempo is caught mid stride. Millson lowers his shoulder and drives into the mid-section of the Kiwi, nearly breaking the lightweight New Zealander in half.


”Unrivalled Love… Unrivalled Love… Hayden just ran hook, line and sinker into that.”

”Millson hit him so hard that I think I got spittle in my eye. Hayden has no idea where he is right now.”

”High impact – high drama. Now all that is left is for Millson to send Hayden packing and drive him through a table. Welcome back Hayden HardKore.”


The Kiwi gasps for air, his breath coming in short bursts and each draw in of his chest followed by a wave of agony. Through blurry vision he sees the shape of Mighty Man Millson tower over him once more, obviously looking to continue the beat-down that he had begun. Once more, Millson is all too happy to assist the K.O.ed Kiwi to his feet. Hayden stands on legs of jelly that look like they will give at any second. Adding insult to injury, Mighty Man Millson holds onto Hayden with one hand, while unleashing an Elbow to the face with his other arm. Making sure that he does not let Hayden fall to the mat, he waits until the Kiwi had regained his footing and composure before following up with a second elbow. The second strike is enough to open up a wound on Hayden’s cheek; a trickle of blood seeps out and flows down his face. Hayden’s eyes roll back in his head momentarily, as the Ultimate Ego winds up for another strike. When his eyes come into focus once more, there is determination and a steely focus on the face of the Jackass. He blocks the incoming elbow, swatting the strike away with his right hand. As he does so, Hayden winds his left paw up behind his back. Thrown off by the sudden burst of life, Millson takes a staggered step backwards, creating space between the pair. Hayden takes the opportunity to unwind his Haymaker and connects with a brutal left that drops Mighty Man Millson like a bad habit.

Millson crashes to the canvas, his body lifeless and unresponsive. Hayden in turn, shakes his hand through the air, the force of the haymaker jarring his fist and sending shock waves of pain up his arm. The Kiwi looks around the arena at the droves of fans now chanting his name. Smiling, he looks towards the table, resting patiently in the corner. Hayden retrieves the table and begins to set it up in the center of the ring.


”Hayden snaps back to life with a Power of the South-Paw, enough to drop Mighty Man Millson back to the third grade.”

”He went down faster than a two dollar hooker, that’s for sure. The old man can still pack a punch… literally”

”That fabled left fist of Hayden, it has seen so many of his foes fall before it and it might just have saved his ass again tonight.”

”Either that or he will have a broken hand to go with his battered ribs, dodgy knees and cut cheek. Can he take advantage of the opening this time and put Triple M away?”[/i]

TBC MMM

OOC: I was planning on rolling with it anyway, I always do. Just thought I'd make conversation

[Millson and Simpson]

I don't think the announce table counts. Just roll with it.