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Post by KingBear/Brett Steel on Sept 29, 2007 21:42:53 GMT -5
Hayden, with his vision blurred, can only focus on one man at the current moment in time, Matthew Oliveira. His mind only going back to the point in the ring when KULT was formed and Oliveira directly insulted him as he was attempting to join the team of KingBear and Vladimir Strife. Hayden charges the ring, quickly sliding in with the chair in hand before laying the cold hard steel of the chair into the unsuspecting skull of The Hardcore Genius, laying him back to the mat. Vlad quickly spins around after hearing the thud only to be put down himself by a quick and decisive swing to the side, connecting to the side of the head of Vladimir Strife. Both KULT members are on the mat in a slight daze as Hayden continues his small rampage with the steel chair, not wanting to let it go until the entire chair is crumbled to pieces. He shoots his eyes around the ring, holding the chair steady by his side with one hand, at a moment, his eyes catch Sledge trying to recover from the leg bar, favoring his knee. His eyes go wide and Hayden jumps forward the the chair angled down and in front of him, Sledge looks up towards the steps only to feel the sudden impact of the top of the chair slamming into the knee he was favoring previously. Sledge lets out a howl of agony as Hayden brings the chair back and spins around with it before slamming it into the back of Sledge, the chair now evidently damaged WAY beyond repair. Haydens eyes, full of red, slowly move around the ring again noting everything he sees before he quickly turns back to the bits of shattered glass on the canvas, he slowly saunters over to the edge of the ring and looks down to see HW laying in a pile of destruction. The sick look of anger still on Haydens face as he jumps off of the apron and slips the chair beneath his feet, adding insult to injury as he lands on The Metal Warrior with a thud and a groan from the big man.
KingBear: Somebody really needs to do something about Hayden, he's uh... Kinda lost it...
Hyper: Like you big man? You know what I'm talking about... Heh heh *nudges*
KingBear: Didnt I ask you not to bring that up...
Hyper: Yeah yeah... *munches a donut*
As Hayden slowly moves around outside the ring, he comes across the bloody form of Hyperion with thumbtacks poking from his skin. He snickers lightly before slamming the previous chair over the head of Hyperion and walking on past him. He then comes to the pool of tacks and sees the beaten form of Brett Steel in the thumbtack pool, trying to get out slowly and painfully. Hayden walks over to Brett and kneels down in front of him, he speaks a few words to Brett, causing Brett to spit at him. Hayden swipes at the spit before stepping on the hand of the Technical Master and pushing him back into the pool, Brett lets out a cry of pain with the tacks digging further into his skin before Hayden places the chair on his back and uses Brett as a bridge of sorts to take a 'short cut' across the pool. Hayden, feeling a bit triumphant in his rampage looks around the ring slowly before seeing Hawkeye and LRey helping eachother up, blood dripping from their faces and their bodies nearly broken. Hayden quickly begins making his way towards the ring to finish his mission, as he slides into the ring the two members of Perfection see him and quickly run over to stomp him to the mat before he can get up. After a series of stomps, Hawkeye and Lrey pause a moment to catch their breath before helping Hayden up and looking at him a moment, the two men glance at eachother before whipping him hard across the ring. Hawk quickly runs after Hayden with LRey close behind, as they approach The Jackass, Hawk drops low for a baseball slide to the knees of Hayden as Lrey leaps up with a drop kick to his chest, sending Hayden flying back and across the C ring and to the pads outside.
KingBear: And that rampage stopped just as quickly as it started... Hopefully Hayden snaps out of his blood fueled rampage of death because that really is no fun. When he watches this match later, he'll surely be hating himself.
Hyper: And you know first hand, dont ya big man?
KingBear: Yeah...
Hyper: Want a hug? *wheels closer to KingBear*
KingBear: Nah man... Dont be like Ray.
Hyper: Thats wrong man... Just wrong...
KingBear: I'm sorry...
Hyper: GOTCHA!
By this time, both KULT members are slowly getting up and shaking off the chair shot to each of them. LRey and Hawk both turn around to see this as they rise to their feet and they shoot a glance at eachother before Hawk kneels slightly, hooking his fingers together to form a step as Lrey puts a foot into the hand step. Hawk quickly stands up as Lrey pushes off his hands with the momentum and goes flying through the air with a flip before landing on the two KULT members with a cross body splash, the fans 'oooh' and 'aaaah' at the team work of the Perfection team. Hawk follows up the cross body by running up to the team and spinning around before performing a standing moonsault and landing on the two KULT members as LRey rolls away. The Perfection team shoot up, taunting the crowd and cheering for themselves as they show the 'P' sign for Perfection. The two men then turn around after a bit of taunting and help Vlad up before whipping him across ring W and into the barbed wire ropes, tangling him up in the barbed wire once again. Vlad groans and squirms, feeling the barbs tearing into his flesh as Hawk and Lrey grin before turning their sights on Matt O. They pick the Hardcore Genius up and whip him into one of the solid ladders with a ringing thud before Lrey pushes him tight against the ladder as Hawk runs up the ladder before grabbing the head of the Hardcore Genius and jumping off of the ladder as Lrey moves out of the way to allow Hawk to perform a Sit-Out Facebuster, slamming the head of the Genius into the mat.
KingBear: Did I ever mention to never underestimate the team of Hawkeye and LRey? They've teamed together so many times that they know each other very well. I mean look at the precise timing they've been able to pull off because of mere GLANCES!
Hyper: You're so pretty...
KingBear: What? Dont be like Ray now... *glances over at Hyper* Oh god...
*Hyper is petting a donut and whispering sweet nothings to it before shoving it into his mouth and looking up at KingBear like a deer caught in headlights.*
Amidst the fighting, Sledge slowly stirs and begins to stand, his head fogged and his vision darkened, he shakes his head slightly and begins to try to get his focus back. Shortly after Sledge’s rise to his feet, Wreckingball begins to stir as well, but he’s slower to stand having received more damage in the recent history of the match. Sledge looks around the arena, gathering his surroundings noting the fighting in the ring near him before looking around to see the very man he threw through the glass. His vision narrows and he focuses in on Wreckingball, ready to bring the fight to him, he lowers his stance and as The Metal Warrior turns to face him, his head still groggy, Sledge leaps forward, tackling Wreckingball with a leap from the apron through the previously shattered glass wall. The two men begin their tussle outside the ring, rolling around and throwing wild punches aimed for any spot they can hit. Wreckingball soon gets the upper hand with a wild elbow to the nose of Sledge dazing him and blurring his vision, with this The Metal Warrior spins Sledge around so he’s on top and begins pouding into Sledge with heavy blows. Sledge does his best to block the attacks, Wreckingball letting up for only a moment to gather his breath, as he does Sledge lets a wad of spit fly from his mouth into the eyes of Wreckingball. This gives Sledge enough time to throw one of his stiff elbows into the eye of Wreckingball, spinning him off of him. The two warriors slowly stand up, ready again for another war, this time Wreckingball lunges at Sledge only to have Sledge grab his arm and attempt a whip towards the barrier. However, The Metal Warrior is able to get a foot down between the legs of Sledge, stopping the momentum of the throw, allowing HW to get the upper hand and shove Sledge backwards a few feet before his back slams into the barrier with a crack.
KingBear: I bet that felt good…
Sledge can be heard yelling, ‘That felt GOOD!’
Hyper: Well he approved of it KB. It sure did!
Sledge slowly falls off of the barrier before standing up with a sadistic grin on his face. Wreckingball looks on at Sledge before thudding quickly towards him, the two men tie up and begin a bout for power, pushing back and forth. Suddenly Wreckingball gets a burst of strength and shoves Sledge forward only to have Sledge turn it into a hip toss, throwing Wreckingball into the barrier. Wreckingball hits and rolls off of the barrier and into the crowd where the fans begin patting him and cheering him on, trying to get him to keep going while the hardcore SCW fans cheer for Sledge. Soon a small fight breaks out in the crowd about which Fighty fighty person is better and the fans themselves begin a small wrestling match before it’s broken up by security and The Metal Warrior himself. As Wreckingball is trying to tame the battle in the crowd, he feels a tug at his hair as Sledge has come into the crowd and yanks his head back and into the barrier. Wreckingball rolls slowly off of the barrier before sitting up and rising to his feet much to the surprise of Sledge. Sledge throws a wild punch aimed at the head of The Metal Warrior but his attack is halted almost in an instant by the hand of the big man. A hand thrusts into his throat and Wreckingball quickly lifts Sledge off the ground before chokeslamming him on the other side of the barrier.
KingBear: Do the guys I like get a break at any time in this part of the match?
Hyper: What do you think? Did YOU ever get a break? What about me?
KingBear: Yeah we both did… I broke my knee and you broke your back.
Hyper: Yeah yeah… Smart ass.
KingBear: Ahem… Bear…
Meanwhile screams of agony can be heard from Brett as he’s being dragged out of the pool of thumbtacks by the form of Hyperion. Hyperion then pulls Brett up and lays his shoulder on the edge of the pool before taking a couple steps back, and with a single fluid motion he hits the air and comes down hard on Bretts shoulder with a knee drop, followed by a crack and a cry of agony from Brett. Hyperion laughs lightly as he stands up with a grimace before tugging a thumbtack from his knee, as Hyperion lifts from Brett, Brett instinctively rolls away from the pool and begins to crawl away from Hyperion, favoring his shoulder. As Brett continues to crawl, Hyperion takes advantage of his beaten form by hoisting him from the ground and dragging him towards the S ring. With Hyperions strength, he easily pops Brett up before slamming his shoulder into the ring post and dropping him face first into the apron. Brett pops up and flops over to his back right after nearly out cold, Hyperion laughs again before kicking Brett harshly in the ribs. Brett lets out a light groan that is cut short by a lift and toss into the ring from Hyperion, Hyperion taunts to the crowd outside the ring as Brett slowly crawls towards the ladder to help himself up. As Hyperion sees Brett standing he quickly slides into the ring after him, Brett glances behind him and sees this only to begin a quick ascent up the ladder, unable to use his left shoulder in his climb. As Hyperion makes it to the ladder, he’s too late, not realizing how fast Brett can climb when he has a bum limb and needs to do so. Hyperion quickly takes up after him, climbing the ladder faster than Brett but only barely.
KingBear: Run Brett Run!
Hyper: You copied that from BEEP
KingBear: Why’d you just beep?
Hyper: That movie doesn’t deserve our advertisement!
Brett continues his quick climb up the ladder before slowly pulling himself to the platform, as he stands Hyperion makes his way onto the platform as well, with nowhere to go, Brett makes his stand. He stomps at Hyperion but the bigger Fighty fighty person just keeps coming, Brett throws a wild punch at Hyperion and Hyperion takes it without falter as he stands straight up in front of Brett. Brett does the last thing he can think of and attempts to use his technical mastery but as he locks up with Hyperion, Hyperion easily over powers him and arm drags him off of the platform with his arm still hooked with Bretts. As Brett falls his shoulder pops loudly and a scream of agony can be heard from Brett as he paws at his shoulder with his free hand. The only look that can be seen on Hyperions face is a terrifying look of happiness as he lets his arm loose, allowing Brett to fall straight down to the mats. As Brett hits his body bounces slightly before he rolls into a very uncomfortable position unknowing of anything. The only thing heard from him is instinctual groans from the agony he subconsciously feels in his shoulder.
KingBear: Does this guy ALWAYS have to dislocate something in his match?
Hyper: Honestly man… I think it may be in his contract…
KingBear: SOMEONE GET ME THIS MANS CONTRACT!
Hyper: Speaking of a contract... Where is Alex Stall?
KingBear: Probably playing with himself before the match so he doesnt poke anyone...
Hyper: Too much information...
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Post by Hayabusa on Sept 30, 2007 0:58:59 GMT -5
(OOC: I got sick and fell asleep. Damn 103 fever)
Perfection continue to play to the crowd as the fans boo. Lrey then picks up Matt and sets him across his knee. Hawkeye smiles as he backs up a few paces to get a small running start as he then jumps up in the air and flips himself backwards and drives a knee across the throat of Matt sending him crashing to the canvas. Lrey smiles as he stands up and then see's Vlad still tangling to get out of the wire. Hawkeye helps Lrey pick up the convulging Matt and they send him across the ring and into Vlad causing Vlad to scream as Matt makes contact with him.
JP:Well now it would appear that only team standing is Perfection! But I wonder how long they can stay standing?
Ray:I don't know JP but I hope we see an elimanation here soon. I do wonder though Alex has yet to make an appearance in the match and he has really left his partner hanging out to dry.
Hyperion looks down and smiles before jumping off with an elbow across Brett's chest before then crawling over and making a pin. The ref being so confused finely sees a pin attempt and runs over to make the count slapping the mat once, twice, but Brett kicks out before three. Hyperion grabs Brett by the head as he stands up and then rams his head into the ladder that supports the platform. Brett's head bounces off the platform side as Hyperion then locks his head under his arm and grabbing his tights picks him up in the air and brings him down with a suplex. Hyperion then goes looking for some plunder.
JP:Uh oh, Hyperion appears to be looking for something what could it be? He is rummaging through the garbage cans Oh my he has found a tazer and his making his way back towards Brett.
Ray:This is going to get shocking I can see that already.
Hyperion begins to make his way over to Brett but doesn't get there as he is dropped to the ground by a drop kick from Hawkeye out of no where that sends him to the mat. LRey is quick to follow with a flipping leg drop across the throat before picking up Hyperion and holding him up so that his ribs are exposed on the right side. Hawkeye smiles and grins before whipping off a kick to the ribs causing Hyperion to flinch as a red mark begins to show. Hawkeye sends another kick to the exposed ribs leaving another red mark as a slap noise his heard Hawkeye sends a third kick to the ribs as Lrey lets him go sending him down to the mat holding onto his ribs. Lrey and Hawkeye spy Brett and make there way over to him. Lrey begins to climb the platform as Hawkeye stomps on one of Brett's legs and then proceeds to lock in a figure four which causes Brett to come back to reality and scream in pain as he shakes his head no. Lrey once on top of the platform jumps off rotating a full turn before splashing Brett sending his shoulders to the mat. Lrey rolls off and holds his stomach as Hawkeye lets go of the leg lock and then proceeds to help his partner up who continues to hold his stomach.
JP:Perfection is once again showing why they are just that. As they have made quick work of Vlad, Matt, Hyperion and now Sledge.
Ray:Thats good, thats how I like it. thats how it should be.
Hayden has made it to his feet and looks around he sees HW and Sledge are down and Hawkeye and LRey are the only two standing in the ring with the platform. Hayden gets to his feet and finds a barbed wire baseball bat picking it up as he makes his way into the ring and begins to charge towards Hawkeye and Lrey. Both superstars turn around and have no time to react as Hayden swings the bat catching LRey in the side of the ribs and then Hawkeye in the stomach. Hayden then brings the Bat down across the back of Hawkeye one swing after another causing Hawkeye to try and reach out for something as the pain gets intense. Hayden then mounts Hawkeye and begins to scream About where is Amanda and other explicatives while taking the bat and putting it under Hawkeye's neck and pulling up on it.
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Post by Hayden on Sept 30, 2007 18:25:57 GMT -5
The barbs from the barbed wire baseball bat dig deeply into the neck of Hawkeye. Hawkeye is gasping for air, the pain in his body making it hard for him to breathe. Hayden still has a twisted look on his face, yelling insults at Hawkeye, whos face is slowly becoming drained of all colour as Hayden chokes him out with the bat. Hayden: Cat got your tongue you little punk? Not so tough now are you Hawkeye?
Meanwhile, Lrey is stirring in the ring from the shot he had taken earlier by the bat weilding Jackass, and spends afew moments gaining his bearings. Lrey notices that his partner is in trouble, and fading fast. He scoots over to where Hayden is mounted on top of Hawkeye, and tries to pull the bat away from Hawkeye's neck. Still wanting to apply as much punishment to Hawkeye as possible, Hayden applies more pressure to the neck of Hawkeye, taking no notice of Lrey. Lrey responds by punching Hayden across the back of the head. He continues to pound away at Hayden's head until Hayden lets go of the bat, rolling off Hawkeye towards the side of Ring S. This allows Lrey to rip the bat off the neck of Hawkeye, tearing chunks of flesh away in the process as Hawkeye screams blooody murder.
King Bear: Hayden really needs to get this rage thing out of his head and start focusing on more than one opponent at a time. Hyper: Especially because he has nobody to watch his back in this match. You know Bear, I'm starting to think that Alex Stall may not be coming down her to join us tonight. King Bear: Probably out the back there cowering from the images of all those flaming tables and thumbtacks
Meanwhile, as the battle between Hayden and Perfection rages, Brett Steel had begun to stir from the punishment he had recieved. Gingerly, he stands to his feet, looking around to see if anybody is about to attack him. Satisfied that everybody else is currently "occupied" already, Brett heads over to the side of the ring where his partner still lies on the ground from the chokeslam. HW had gotten to his feet and is standing above the body of Sledge, facing away from the ring. Steel runs at HW from across the ring. HW, noticing the sound of footsteps from behind him, wheels around just in time to be hit by Steel with a Flying Cross body from the ring. Both men crash to the ground once more, Brett coming to rest beside the crowd barrier. The crowd cheer at the move, those at ringside reaching out to pat Brett on the shoulder.
King Bear: Well the Steel Sledgehammer is still going strong by the looks of it. Both Steel and Sledge are on the same page as always *Hyper Doesn't respond as he is busy eating another donut.*
Getting a fresh moment to think, Hyperion heads over towards the ring where Vlad and Matt Oliviera lie battered and bruised. A twisted idea in his head, he walks confidently over to Vlad, who winces in pain from the razor wire cutting through his flesh. He grabs Vlad by the wrist, and begins to pull. Vlad's face instantly lights up into a look of horror. He raises his hand to his mouth, biting down on his finger, for he knows that what Hyperion is about to do will hurt... alot. With every movement of his arm or body, Vlad's face screws itself up more and more in pain, as Hyperion slowly tears his body away from the razor wire. Hyperion pulls hars at Vlad's wrist, irish whipping him across the ring. The result is the tearing of more flesh and blood from Vlad's body. Vlad sreams in pain as the razor wire tears his back to ribbons exiting his body. The irish whip however, sends Vlad across the ring face first into the razor wire on the other side of the ring, where he becomes tangled up in a very compromising position, his back exposed for all to see
King Bear: Oh my god! Vlad is loosing blood fast with the effects of theat razor wire. He is starting to look more and more like Jesus as this match goes on Hyper: Oh, In looked up at the wrong moment there and saw his back... It put me off my donut! King Bear: Wow, now that is saying soemthing.
The camera pans out, catching the destruction caused so far in the match. The mess of bloody, battered and bruised bodies is strewn as far across the arena as possible, and still no sign of Alex Stall.
OOC: Would have been longer but I had to go to work.
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Post by KingBear/Brett Steel on Sept 30, 2007 21:18:27 GMT -5
Lrey is kneeling next to Hawkeye, making sure he's still alive to say the least. Blood slowly pouring from the open wounds on Hawks throat with the High Flying Legend unable to even speak at the current moment in time due to the damage. Lrey curses Hayden loudly before shooting up and spinning around, he leaps straight into a sprint towards Hayden who is still standing up slowly. As Hayden makes it to a full stance he is put back down by a flying back heel kick from LRey who is enraged at the damage done to his partner. LRey quickly pops up after the flying back heel kick and helps Hayden up before delivering a heavy right fist to the jaw of the Jackass. Hayden stumbles backwards before slowly righting himself and falling to his knees in front of LRey. LRey glares down at Hayden before driving a knee into his head with force, sending Hayden directly to the canvas.
KingBear: Hayden... All I have to say is "Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars."
Hyper: Hey thats from BEEP!
KingBear: It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!! Did you beep again?
Hyper: I wanted to...
LRey ignores Hayden and rushes over to the ref and begins yelling about Hawkeye needing a medic because he's bleeding from his throat. The ref scrambles to Hawks side and checks his pulse and asks Hawk if he wants to pull out of the match. Hawk shakes his head no and LRey tells the ref to call a medic, and the ref does as he's asked and the medic quickly rushes down to the ring, passing through the turmoil of the match trying not to get involved. "This man shouldnt compete!" The medic looks down at Hawk before looking back at LRey and the ref. Hawkeye quickly throws a punch into the stomach of the medic and the medic coughs lightly before agreeing and patching Hawkeye up to stop the bleeding. LRey and the medic both help Hawkeye up before the medic scrambles out of the ring to hide behind KB and Hyper. LRey pats Hawkeye on the back and Hawks eyes go wide causing LRey to turn around to see Hayden flying through the air with a drop kick aimed at the chest of the Former Angel LRey. The impact sends LRey flying back into Hawkeye and both men hit the mat but are both quickly up to their feet only to be put down again by a double clothesline from Hayden. Hawkeye can feel the hit in his throat as he begins to favor his wound while Hayden moves over to focus on LRey after that blatant attack. He helps LRey up before whipping him across the ring and into the ropes, LRey rebounds and Hayden wraps around behind him before lifting him up into a German Suplex. However, as LRey hits his upper back/lower neck on the canvas, Hayden doesnt release the hold and he forces LRey back up for a second German Suplex. Hayden repeats this procedure once more but on the third lift he releases LRey and lets him slide across the mat finishing off the devastating Rolling Germans.
KingBear: What a show by Hayden with that amazingly executed Rolling Germans
Hyper: Who are we executing? I thought that was illegal!
KingBear: No it's only illegal to execute someone via Electric Chair
Hyper: Then why do you do it?
KingBear: What?!
Hyper: One of your favorite moves is the Electric Chair *Hyper grins as KB shakes his head and slides over a box of donuts to keep him busy*
Hayden slowly stands up, leaving LRey down as he turns to where he left Hawkeye only to be leveled by a clothesline, to 'return the favor', from Hawkeye. Hayden, however, pops up after the attack quickly and Hawk sees this and goes in for another but Hayden hooks his arm and hip tosses him, sending him across the ring. As Hawk comes to a stop Hayden comes out of nowhere with a standing moonsault imitating Hawkeye from earlier. He lands the attack straight to the chest of Hawkeye, knocking the wind out of him. As Hayden stands back up LRey can be seen slowly sitting up after the rolling germans. He quickly runs at a nearby turnbuckle and runs up it before pausing a moment and leaping off backwards with a Twisting Swanton Moonsault before slamming down on LRey. Hayden shoots up in pain before falling back down on LRey and pinning his shoulders to the mat without trying. The ref runs over and slides to his belly to check the pin before counting 1... No sign of movement 2... The ref checks the shoulders again 3... LRey is the first man eliminated from the SCW Match.
KingBear: Finally that cocky little punk is gone...
Hyper: Arent we supposed to be unbiased?
KingBear: This is our company bro... We can be whatever we want and I hate that guy...
Hyper: Oh ok... Yeah FINALLY he's gone... I could have pinned him sooner though...
KingBear: In your wheel chair!
Hyper: Heh... Yeah...
Meanwhile, in the ring, Hyperion is slowly making his way across the ring to where he whipped Vlad into the barbed wire ring ropes. But just before he can get close enough to do any damage he feels a sharp pain shoot through his spine. Hyperion arches his back in agony and he drops to a knee, slowly looking behind him. As he turns his head, the form of The Hardcore Genius holding a bloody barbed wire baseball bat quickly shuts down any thought process Hyperion was having with a swift swing of the bat to the head of the big man. Oliveira then drops to the mat and covers Hyperion, baseball bat pressed on the chest of the Tag title holder, cockily. 1... The ref checks Hyperions shoulders to make sure it's a legal pin 2... No sign of movement from Hyperion at all 3... Hyperion is the second man eliminated from the tag team rumble.
KingBear: Well, at least Hyperion doesnt have to DIE before he can see his kid... Someone get the medics in here to make sure this guy is ok...
Hyper: Yeah really... Hey... Got anymore sweets? *KB slides another box of donuts to Hyper* YAY!
Brett grimaces at the fans patting his injured shoulder, still not having had time to fix it, Sledge speaks to him, his words not even audible, and both men crawl over to Human Wreckingball and climb on top of him, pinning him to the ground. The ref, still not knowing what to do really sees a pin outside the ring and slides out of the ring to check the pin before pounding the mat. 1... Wreckingball doesnt budge even slightly 2... Still nothing as Brett and Sledge lay their weight on the larger Fighty fighty person 3... Wreckingball is out by elimination. The third man eliminated from the second ever SCW match.
KingBear: Well, I was hoping to see Wreckingball make it further this time than last time but my hopes are now vanquished. Wreckingball is the third man eliminated. In the last match he was the third man down as well, may the Metal Warrior rest in peace...
Hyper: Deadman dead!
KingBear: Hey this isnt WWE!
Hyper: Oh... Ok... *eats a donut*
KingBear: Y'know... Now that I think about it... After Hyperion was eliminated, Wreckingball was the title holder... So technically that means that Steel Sledge Hammer is currently the tag champs because they were the ones that pinned the former champions.
Hyper: Hey good point... Weird omen though....
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Post by Hayabusa on Oct 1, 2007 1:54:00 GMT -5
Steel sledgehammer look around as they watch the tag champs removed, half of perfection removed and the rest that have survived recovering and trying to go on. Hawkeye lays there on the ground unaware of the fact that his tag partner has been pinned. Matt and Vlad look around and noticed that Hawkeye and Hayden who shockingly is still in it since he went into it alone. As well as steel Sledgehammer still standing. Matt and Vlad both shake there heads and go after Brett and Sledge who turn there attention and meet Matt and Vlad head on as all four men lock up in a test of strength each man shows the wears of the effects of this match. Hayden finds a way and as he gets up he notices that Matt and Vlad are locked in a battle with Sledge and Brett. Hayden turns his attention and sees that Hawkeye appears to be out cold not moving his chest slowly moving up and down. Hayden curses to himself and makes his way over to Hawkeye and bends down to pick him up standing him on his feet. Hawkeye leans forward still on dream street and unable to do anything. Hayden curses and while holding Hawkeye slaps him across the face several times, still not getting a reaction from Hawkeye Hayden lets go of Hawkeye who falls flat on his face. Hayden looks around for anything he can use and finds a bent steel chair laying in ring S.
Kingbear:Hayden doesn't seem to pleased that Hawkeye is out cold as he knows he can not get the information on Amanda but at least he has calmed down some from his prior state.
Hyperelf:Yum err I mean yeah, This match though should Yum has really gotten interesting here with the three eliminations we have Yum had. How good will Hawkeye do without his partner and is the fact that Steel Sledgehammer pinned the champs Yum a sign of the outcome.
Matt ends up winning his struggle and tucks Brett's head between his legs before hooking both arms and then lifting Brett up and over with a double underhook shoulder breaker. Matt then continues the punishment by dropping his knee across the chest of Brett which causes Brett to exhale with each hit. Vlad ends up on the other end and finds himself suplexed by Sledge who then proceeds to roll over and cover Vlad. The ref turns his attention and runs over to make the count but before he gets there Matt seeing the pin breaks it up with a swift kick to the head of Sledge which makes a crack like a whip sound as Sledge's head whips back. Hayden smiles as he bends down to pick up the bent metal chair and heads back over to Hawkeye. Hayden brings the chair up over his head to bring it down but gets surprised by Hawkeye kipping up hitting a toe kick which doubles Hayden over and ends with Hawkeye jumping up and hooking his legs under Hayden's arms as he rolls forward which ends up making Hayden roll backwards as Hawkeye rolls through and ends up locking in a a boston crab as he sits down on the lower back of Hayden who begins to scream in pain as he tries not to tap.
Kingbear:The craftiness of Hawkeye there as he played possum on Hayden and ended up catching by surprise in a beautiful boston crab. I wonder if Hawkeye realizes yet that he is without a partner. Hyper, Hyper you here man?
Kingbear looks over and sees the seat that should be where Hyperelf is empty Kingbear looks around and then sees Hyperelf making his way down the isle and back towards the booth this time he has a stack of 6 boxes. Kingbear shakes his head as Hyperelf sits back down in his seat opens up the box smelling the glazed donuts and acts like nothing is wrong.
Hyperelf:Did I miss anything? Come here my pretty little chocolate covered pretty! I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to eat you. No need to be afraid my pretty it won't hurt.
Kingbear looks at Hyper and just shakes his head as Matt looks over and spies the barbed wire bat that happens to have chunks of flesh still hanging off it and runs over to pick it up as Brett is slowly making it to his feet. Followed by Sledge and Vlad both making it to there feet. Matt grabs the bat and hides it behind his back as he runs back over with only one arm exposed. Brett looks seeing Matt running and spies that he has something hidden as only one hand is shown but before Brett can react he is met in the ribs with the barbed wire bat which Matt then takes and proceeds to pull forward cutting and digging into the sides of Brett causing him to bleed. Sledge turns his attention taking his eye of Vlad who grabs Sledge holding him tight as Matt winds up and instead of swinging wide he jabs the bat into Sledge's stomach. The impact from the blow catches the skin as Matt pulls it out before jabbing it back into the stomach of Sledge this time blood starts to flow from where the barbs had stuck into the skin. Vlad then lifts Sledge and over his head with a release suplex that sees Sledge land on the mat with the back of his head and neck and back. Hawkeye lets go of the hold on Hayden and looks down at Hayden who is grabbing his back. Hawkeye looks around and then realizes that Lrey got eliminated. Hawkeye curses to himself as he looks around and sees that Matt and Vlad are both standing over Steel Sledgehammer. Hawkeye not liking the odds begins to make his way out of the ring and to the outside where he begins to search around finding a pair of light tubes. Which he picks up and gets back into Ring S. Hawkeye bends down picking up Hayden before opening his tights so as to stick a light tube down the front of them. Hawkeye then calls over and through struggling attempts to make it look like Hayden is taunting both Matt and Vlad. Vlad motions for Matt to go over there as he has Brett and Sledge under control. Matt looks at Vlad and then shrugs his shoulders before making his way towards Hayden with the light tube in front of him.
Kingbear:There is something you don't see everyday LOL Hayden is being propped up by Hawkeye who is trying to use him as a shield to fool Matt. If this works it will be brilliance by Hawkeye, who will need to pull out any and all tricks he can think of if he expects to survive this onslaught. Hyperelf what do you think so far of this match?
Hyperelf:Kingbear I must tell you *munch* Its hard to decide what I think as the glazed donuts taste better then the chocolate donuts but yet when you drizzle them they taste almost as good if not better then just the plain glazed donuts *munch, munch* I can not give you an answer let me get back to you after I try this next chocolate donut. Oh wait my bad sorry the donuts were calling me and well I had to answer. I agree with you Kingbear 100% Hell of a match, good stuff. Come here my pretty Hyper wants to talk with you. I won't bite you to hard I promise.
Matt makes his way over and smiles as he sees Hayden standing there not realizing that he is being propped up by Hawkeye. Matt not one to miss an opportunity brings the bat back and turns to the side as swings the bat shattering the light tube and sticking the barbs from the barbed wire bat into the stomach of Hayden who exhales and screams in pain as Hawkeye pushes him toward's Matt who drops the bat out of instinct to catch Hayden only to be met by Hawkeye jumping up into the air and using his legs pushing Hayden with a dropkick into Matt which causes both superstars to fall to the mat. Hawkeye proceeds to stand and runs across the back of Hayden who is on top of Matt which causes both Fighty fighty persons to groan as Hawkeye proceeds to make his way across the ring to a waiting Vlad who smiles. Vlad turns his back on Sledge and Brett and begins to make his way towards the running Hawkeye who continues to charge as Brett has gotten to his feet and is stalking behind Vlad. Sledge is slow to get to his feet. Hawkeye as he gets closer begins to drop down and slides under the legs of both Vlad and Brett coming up and jumping into the air twisting his body and catching Sledge with a spinning heel kick that sends Sledge to the mat as Vlad finds a pair of arms between his pits coming up and locking around his throat as Brett falls to the ground and then proceeds to wrap his legs around the stomach of Vlad and squeezes tightly with the rear naked choke hold. Vlad struggles to get out of it as his air supply is being cut off from him. Hawkeye looks at whats going on and slides out of the ring and ducks down low to catch his breath staying out of site as Matt works on getting Hayden off of him and seeing Vlad almost passing out makes an effort to get over there and ends up breaking up the hold with a kick to the head of Brett but not before Vlad started foaming at the mouth. Matt looks around and finds the bent metal chair and picks it up. Matt uses the chair to hit Brett on the back of the head before opening the chair and placing Brett's head into the chair. Sledge is slowly recovering as Matt jumps up in the air and lands with his butt on the steel chair snapping it shut around Brett's neck which causes the crowd to flinch as Matt goes to make the cover on Brett.
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Post by Hayden on Oct 1, 2007 5:17:17 GMT -5
Hawkeye is still on the outside of the ring, and has gotten down into a 3-point stance (2 feet and one fist on the ground) to catch his breath. From this position, Hawkeye can see out of the corner of his eye, the case of weapons that had been brought out from under the ring earlier in the match. He smiles to himself as he makes his way over to the case, searching through the case and pulling out weapons until he finds one that suits his liking. He discards afew weapons before coming across a Singapore Cane, which he examines in his hands before waving it through the air in triumph, standing to his feet once again.
King Bear: Here's the equaliser from Hawkeye. Hayden should know better than anybody that Hawkeye is lethal with a Singapore Cane, after that gruelling Singapore Cane on a pole match afew weeks ago. Hyper: And if I were Hayden, I would definately be running right about now. I have seen Hawkeye do some things with that thing that I didn't even know were possible King Bear: Hyper... Hayden does not look like he is quite in the position to run right about now. In fact, I haven't even seen him flinch in the last minute. Is he still alive?
Meanwhile, Matt Oliviera had connected to Brett Steel with a sickening move with that chair, and had covered up for the pin. Brett's tag partner, Sledge, is slowly getting to his feet at the same time, some distance across the ring from the pin cover. The ref slides into position and begins counting for the pin... 1... No movement from Brett and, Sledge becomes aware that his partner is just seconds away from elimination. 2...Still no movement from Brett, Sledge is now running across the ring towards Oliviera. The ref is bringing his hand down for the three count as Sledge reaches the pair. Sledge uses his momentum gathered from the run to kick out at Matt Oliviera taking him right off the top of Brett Steel with the force of the kick. Matt lands on his back afew feet away from Brett and the ref waves away the pin count.
King Bear: And Sledge arrives just in the nick of time to stop Brett Steel from being eliminated. Hyper: But KB, surely the dameage has been done to Brett. Just the sound of that shot with the chair, the crack, the impact. It made me even look up from my box of sexy donuts King Bear: It sure was a hell of an impact Hyper. Brett has suffered a substantial amount of damage in this match so far. Even I can't tear you away from your damn donuts Hyper... If you keep eating them while you are in your wheelchair you're gonna get fat buddy, you're not exercising like you used to... Hyper: I can't stop... They are begging me to eat them, can't you hear them? King Bear: ...
As Sledge breaks the hold and steps over the body of Brett towards his new target of Matt Oliviera, Hawkeye slinks back into the ring unnoticed. He loooks around briefly, seeing that himself and Sledge are the only ones left standing in the ring. Hawkeye sidles up behind Sledge, who had bent down to pick up Matt. Matt is still coughing and spluttering from the kick to the guts, but manages to find steady legs to stand on. The crowd boo loudly at Hawkeye as he raises the Singapore Cane above his head, lining up Sledge in his sights. Sledge, sensing something is amiss, turns around just in time, and manages to duck out the way of the shot as hawkeye swings out with the Singapore Cane. The cane misses Sledge completely and connects across the head of Matt Oliviera with the full force of impact. Oliviera's eyes glaze over from rthe shot and he topples backwards, landing next to Brett Steel on the ground.
Hyper: Oh my, Oliviera just got his bell rung completely with that shot, and Hawkeye wasn't even aiming for him! King Bear: Ding Ding Ding... all aboard the train for dreamstreet station, population Oliviera. He want down faster than a Two Dollar hooker!
Having dodged out of the way, Sledge grabs the other end of the singapore cane from the suprised Hawkeye, and rips it away from Hawkeye's grasp. Pissed off at the fact that Hawkeye had tried to sneak in a cheap shot from behind him, he lashes out with the cane, hitting Hawkeye across the side with a loud crack. He does the same to the other side, as Hawkeye backs away in pain. Sledge keeps lashing out with the Singapore Cane across the torso and neck of Hawkeye until the cane virtually disintegrates in his hans. By now, Hawkeye's body is covered in large red welts and bruises, and he had backed away halfway across the ring, towards the side of the ring where the flaming tables lie just outside the ring.
King Bear: Well we are all about getting the most of our resources around here. There is absolutely no wastage in use from that Singapore Cane!
Sledge throws the singapore cane (or whats left of it) away into the crowd, and a lucky fan catches it as a memoir of this night. Hawkeye, still backing away to try and regain some kind of advantage trips over the downed body of Jackass, and lands on his back, his knee twisting awkwardly in the process. His eyes show the pain that his face would be showing, underneath the mask, as Sledge chuckles to himself at the sight of Hawkeye tripping over the body of the man that he had set up to be beaten.
Hyper: Wow, even when he is lying out cold on the mat, Hayden still manages to get in some kind of an offence. King Bear: Come on Hyper, it's not like he actually did anything Hyper: He tripped up Hawkeye, and twisted his knee. He was perfectly positioned to perform such a move! King Bear: Oh brother...
Sledge steps over the body of Hayden, and bend over to pick up the disadvantaged body of Hawkeye. Sledge stands with his back to the downed body of Hayden, facing Hawkeye. He gets a hold of Hawkeye's mask, and is pulling him to his feet, when a hand pulls him down from behind. Hayden had managed to pull Sledge backwads, tripping him over his own body so that he falls to the ground. He rolls his own body over Sledges, pinning Sledges shoulders to the ground in a variation of a small package pin, and yells for the ref's attention, who is already making his way across the ring to count the pin.
King Bear: All this action and people falling over him seems to have woken Hayden up somewhat. He will just not die! Hyper: Look KingBear, he's rolled Sledge up into a small package, he could steal another elimination from here, prematurely. Sledge would seem to be the strongest competitor in the match at the moment. This could change the course of this match dramatically! King Bear: And to think, Hayden came down here, with no partner, by himself. Throwing himself to the lion's den. That is what he is all about. HardKore, not backing down, even when the cards are stacked against him. I can respect that
From his position, Hayden can see the mess of bodies lying battered and broken across the three rings, by moving his head slightly in any direction. The carnage of the match becomes clear, looking out over the blood stained rings. Vlad is still lying on the canvas, unmoving from the effects of the razor wire and the rear naked choke. Brett Steel has still not moved from Matt Oliviera's chair shot, and Matt Oliviera is still looking worse for wear after wearing the full force of a singapore cane across the skull. The only one that Hayden can not see from his position is Hawkeye, who is behind him, still struggling from the effects of Sledge's onslaught as the ref slides into position to count the pin...
TBC
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 1, 2007 12:45:41 GMT -5
The referee's hand smacks the canvas for a one, following again for the second count as everyone watches closely, looking to see if this match will come to an end for Sledge. As his hand is coming down for the third and final count, Sledge rolls his shoulder, breaking the count. Hayden slaps the mat himself, frustrated at Sledge's resilience. Brett begins to stir slightly, the effects of Matt's assault wearing off a bit. Matt lays next to him motionless, still leveled from the devastating blow from Hawkeye. Across the ring, Vlad seems long gone, possibly unconscious at this point. Hawkeye makes his way over to him, looking to put Vlad out of the match. He covers him, easily getting a 2 count before Vladimir surprises him by kicking out. Hawkeye sits him up and grabs his arm, pushing it out through the razor wire and twisting it around the wire. He tugs on Vlad's arm over and over, causing it to press against the blades, cutting deep into his flesh. Vladimir yells in pain as the veteran begins to pull his arm in different directions, tangling it in further so that Vlad can't escape once more. Hawkeye laughs as he gets himself out of range of Vlad's wild kicks, watching him struggle to get at him.
Kingbear: Well, looks like Vlad is trapped in that razor wire YET AGAIN! Poor Matt might as well be without a partner at this point, because as of late, Vladimir hasn't done a thing to help.. Hyper Elf: He hasn't been able to. He's a big threat in this match and these guys have done an excellent job of keeping him at bay. Kingbear: It's looking like we might see a repeat of the last SCW match, Hyper. The only full teams left are KULT and Steel Sledge Hammer and SSH seems to have a very distinct advantage not only at this match type, but at working together.
As Hawkeye turns his attention away from Vladimir, Hayden meets him with a punch. He quickly knees Hawkeye in the gut and then loops his arm around his head. He grabs onto Hawkeye's tights and then focuses his strength, whipping the former champion overhead and slamming him against the mat with a fierce snap suplex. Sledge Hammer grabs his partner by the arm and begins to roll him away from the action, the 2 making their way out of Ring C and to the outside. As they recoup, Matt begins to make his way to his feet. Hayden gets up and pulls Hawkeye back up, not giving him any time to rest as he pulls his leg up and holds it, Hawkeye hopping around. Hawkeye swings his foot high, aimed at the side of Hayden's head. Hayden ducks and it passes by harmlessly though, Hawkeye planting his foot on the canvas again. Hayden lets go of the foot as he leaps up, swinging his leg from under him to connect with the back of Hawkeye's head. Hawkeye falls flat on his face, his head bouncing off the canvas. Hayden quickly takes to the ladder platform, climbing up halfway and pushing off. He spins around as he descends and ducks his head down as he flips over, nailing Hawkeye with a swanton bomb. The referee slides into place once more as Matt Oliveira crawls past his partner and out of the ring. Hawkeye kicks out almost a second too late, the referee's hand smacking the mat right after his shoulder leaves it, causing Hayden to believe Hawkeye is out. The referee corrects him and as he does, Hawkeye rolls Hayden up for a pin. Hayden easily kicks out though, Hawkeye's sneaky tactic not paying off.
As Hayden and Hawkeye get back up to their feet, Sledge and Brett slide back into the ring. Hawkeye and Hayden exchange punches, a test of endurance as neither seems to gain the advantage. Suddenly though, Hawkeye is no longer in front of Hayden, almost seeming to have disappeared as Brett blasts him to the mat with a powerful running spear. Hayden is caught with a dropkick from Sledge that throws him as well to the mat, helping him to understand what happened to Hawkeye. Brett and Sledge mount their targets, grabbing onto their heads and throwing punch after punch after relentless punch against their skulls. Hayden covers himself, Hawkeye not so lucky as Brett is sitting on his arms. Sledge picks his shots carefully, knowing Hayden can't cover his entire head all at once. He swings around the defense, still landing shots at the side of Hayden's head and anywhere else he fails to cover.
Kingbear: And there goes Steel and Sledge again, dominating once more. These guys know their way around these matches so well, Hyper. These competitors are having a difficult time handling the onslaught to say the least and even if they upset one of the 2, they still have to fight the other. Hyper Elf: That's true, but SSH has the same pressure on them too, Kingbear. Even though they've gotten rid of LRey, they still have to deal with Hawkeye. Let's not forget these 2 over here either. Steel and Sledge are faced with the task of beating KULT and you're talking about one tough batch there! Kingbear: ...So that's where they sneaked off to... I see what they're doing there. You're completely right though. Matt Oliveira has only suffered one defeat in his career to date and has quite a bit of experience in these multi-men matches. He won the NeXuS deathmatch on his debut, beating 22 other guys and just last month, he helped lead his team to beat the SWF team in the Cage Of Death. Hyper: Mhmm Kingbear: And, of course, Vladimir Strife. He's never been pinned, never tapped out, he's the 23-0 undefeated wonder of the lockerroom. Steel and Sledge will have to do what no man has been able to accomplish in order to win this match and that's beat the Hardcore King, something Brett's tried his hand at twice, coming up short. Hyper: You know.. you talk a lot. And you left out Hayden and Hawkeye, do you not see them as formidable in this anymore?
Almost as if on cue, Hayden uncovers his face and gets his hands under Sledge, pushing his bottom up and pushing him overhead. Hardkore rolls his body backwards and wraps his legs around the neck of Sledge Hammer, locking in a leg scissors and rolling over, pushing Sledge's face against the mat. Brett gets off of Hawkeye and stomps into the face of Hayden, breaking the leg scissors on his partner abruptly. Outside the ring, Matt Oliveira is going to work on the razor wire, using a pair of wire cutter's he brought in his pocket to cut through them. As Brett pulls Hayden to his feet, Hawkeye and Sledge get up themselves, ready to continue brawling it out. Matt has 2 more wires to clip before Vladimir is free and he can already see the he's itching for escape, practically foaming at the mouth as he eyeballs the other 4 men in the ring, ready to do what he does best. Matt turns Vlad towards him and then reaches under the ring, pulling out a long biker's chain, the thick links clattering together lightly. Vladimir grins to him sadistically, taking the chain and wrapping it around his fist.
Kingbear: Well, no, of course I wasn't counting out Hawkeye and Hayden. I mean, Hawkeye's been in this business probably the longest of any of these stars and he's held title after title after title. He's been in big match after big match, the guys not a legend for nothing. And then you have Hayden, who came into this company and was the biggest star around for a while, going undefeated until a run-in with Tai Nai O Neill. And as we've seen in recent weeks, despite the long hiatus, he's not lost his ways a bit. Hyper: Good Bear! You did your homework! That's a good thing because... erhmm... I lost mine. Kingbear: Speaking of lost... where the blue hell is Alex Stall!? Hyper: He's warming up, big guy, he's getting himself PUMPED for the match! I have it on good authority, as a matter of fact, that he's apparently getting himself ready with the help of one of the members of our commentary team! Kingbear: Seriously? What, is he having a chat with Devin? Hyper: No. Kingbear: Getting some pointers from JP? Hyper: Nope. Kingbear: Er... Rocking out with Darrell? Hyper: No, I got told he's in Ray White's room getting pumped.
Hayden pushes Brett back, allowing himself a bit of space before running forward and jumping with a foot onto Brett's thigh. He swings his back leg forward, slamming his knee against Brett's jaw with a slightly modified Shining Wizard. Hayden pushes back and drops down to his feet, Brett slowly falling backwards like a cut tree, Hayden yelling out "TIMBER!!!" as Brett drops to the mat. Sledge ducks a punch from Hawkeye and grabs his head, pushing Hawk towards the exploding cage wall, trying to force his face into it. Hawk resists and fights back, throwing an elbow into Sledge's stomach. Matt Oliveira looks Vlad in the eyes outside the ring and then slaps him across the face, firing his partner up to destroy their opponents. He cuts the final wires and Vladimir quickly gets to his feet, lose razor wire still wrapped around his bicep. Vladimir rushes in like a mad man, slamming his fist wrapped in the chain into Sledge's mouth, knocking him to the mat and freeing Hawkeye. Matt Oliveira grabs the ring steps and carries them into the ring with him. He waits on the edge of the ring, a good 5 or 6 feet from Hayden as he calls out a small taunt. "HARDKORE... MEET HARDCORE!!!" As Hayden turns around quickly, he is indeed met, Matt has thrown the steps with all of his strength directly at Hayden, the steel plowing down Hayden as it crashes into him, loosening a couple of teeth in it's wake. Hawkeye sighs in relief that Vlad has taken care of Sledge, but it's a little too soon. Matt Oliveira takes off in a sprint at him and throws his body forward, slamming his shoulder against Hawkeye's back as though they were in a mosh pit. Hawkeye, being much lighter than Matt, is thrown against the cage like a rag doll, sparks and smoke coming off with a "poof!". Hawk drops to the mat, clutches his face in agony, smoke in his eyes and the smell of burnt flesh in his nostrils.
Kingbear: And KULT is finally throwing their weight around in this match! Hyper: Literally in the case of what Matt just did! Kingbear: These 2 may not have the skills as a team that SSH has, but you can be sure that this hardcore environment won't hold them back a damn bit.
Vladimir unravels the chain from around his fist and pulls it back, whipping it overhead and down across the lower back of Sledge Hammer, making him squirm about in agony. He kicks Sledge with the tip of his boot in the ribs, then follows with another lash from the steel chain. Matt Oliveira pulls an exacto knife from his pocket and pulls off the protective cap on top. He jumps up and slams his bottom down onto the gut of Brett Steel, then sits down on his chest. Matt raises the blade into the air, turning it left and right slowly as the light glints off of the blade, a bit distractingly. He then grins to Brett, slowly lowering it with evil intentions guaranteed. Matt runs the blade across the flesh of Brett's forehead, slicing throguh the skin like a knife through hot butter. He lightly runs the blade against it more, gently cutting the skin open as though he was performing surgery, letting blood flow. He then digs it in, poking the point against the bone of his skull as Brett screams out loudly. Matt smiles and whispers into his ear "Shhh... you'll make me lose my concentration." Matt continues cutting the man, etching in a "K", indecipherably amongst all of the blood pouring from the wound. Matt grins at his creating anyhow and puts the cap back on his exacto knife, sliding it back into his pocket.
The team of KULT look to each other and nod before looking to Hawkeye and Hayden Hardkore, knowing it's unfair to single out Steel Sledge Hammer. Matt picks up Hayden as Vladimir lifts Hawkeye up to his feet. Matt kicks Hayden in the gut with a wince on his own face, knowing it had to hurt as Vladimir slams his forearm and elbow against the side of Hawkeye's face. As Hayden bends over, Matt wraps his arm around his head and locks on tightly like a vice. Vladimir ducks down and wraps his arm around one of Hawkeye's legs, using it to hoist him up onto his shoulders. The partner's looking to each other as Vlad grabs Hawkeye around the head as well. Matt throws his weight back and down to the mat in a snap as Vladimir throws Hawkeye overhead, holding onto his head and spinning him forward. As the back of Hawkeye's head is bashed against Vladimir's infamously dangerous knee, Hayden's is planted into the canvas with a gunshot impact.
Kingbear: THE MAGNUM DDT! Hyper Elf: THE PAINKILLER!
Vladimir stands up and holds his hand down to Matt, helping him back up to his feet, despite him not needing the help. Vladimir pulls Hawkeye back up to his feet the same way, only without the willingness on the half of Hawkeye. Matt lifts Hayden off of the canvas, both men holding onto guys they've had grudges with in the past. In unison, they slam their boots into the stomach of the men they hold and cause them to duck down. Both men hook their opponent's arms and the audience stands straight up as both men are now in position to nail their finishers. They nod to each other one more time and yank up on the arms of their foes, raising both Hayden and Hawkeye off the mat and against their chests. Vladimir pushes his fists against Hawkeye's back and pushes him up more, raising him up and setting Hawk's lower back on top oh his shoulder. Matt looks at him in confusion for a second, then pushes Hayden up with his fists, Hayden's legs around Matt's neck as he raises him almost into a powerbomb position. The duo jump and Matt Oliveira quickly whips Hayden back down his head between his legs and in position for landing. Vladimir yanks Hawkeye off of his shoulder and forward to the mat as he and Matt throw their legs forward quickly. They crash to the mat like a train wreck, Hayden being slammed onto the top of his skull with enough force to jar his neck and make him bounce like his head was a basketball. Hawkeye hits the canvas with the back of his neck, head and shoulders and the force flings the rest of his body overhead, nearly folding him over.
Kingbear: THE SKESIS DRIVER!!! Hyper Elf: THE C-DRIVER!!!
Vlad grabs Hawkeye by the side of his tights and pulls him over onto his back, hooking a leg with force. Matt grabs Hayden's shoulder and pushes him over as well, reaching across him and hooking a leg as a referee slides into position to see both falls. As he slaps the mat, the fans scream "1!" in unison, not a man, woman or child left sitting around the arena. With the second slap, they scream "2!!", he referee's arm already shooting up for the final call. He brings it down, but Brett Steel and Sledge interrupt the pinfalls with stomps to Matt and Vlad, the fans seeming to be unhappy with it. SSH continues stomping, Vlad and Matt rolling away and getting to their feet. The 2 teams stand in the ring, Vlad staring down Brett and Matt glaring at Sledge, a dream match realized. The fans scream at the top of their lungs now in approval of the showdown, the hairs on each of the 4 mens necks standing on ends. The chant makes all of them smile slightly though, despite the intense pressure and tension inside the ring. "G-H-DUBYA! G-H-DUBYA! G-H-DUBYA!"
Kingbear: These fans are pumped and dying to see these 4 men collide, Hyper and I'm right behind them! We've seen Vladimir and Brett Steel clash twice before, one of them being the Asylum Cage, a match that is undoubtedly one of the brutal, barbaric showings of skill and athleticism the company has ever seen! We've seen Matt Oliveira and Brett Steel face off in the Hardcore games in what some might call another instant classic. Now we're seeing 2 of the greatest technician and brawler Fighty fighty persons in Brett Steel and Sledge Hammer as they stand toe to toe with 2 of the greatest hardcore and brawler Fighty fighty persons in Matt Oliveira and Vladimir Strife. This is a match-up for the ages, folks! A clash of the generations! The most legendary tandem vs. the most promising!
They begin to brawl, throwing punches and kicks back and forth like a Friday night at an Irish pub. Sledge scores big, getting Matt off guard for only a minute, that being all he needs as he hooks his arm, sliding behind him and hooking the other into a beautiful full nelson hold. He squats down with Matt, summoning his strength before standing up and pulling Matt into the air. He unhooks an arm into a half nelson and turns Matt around towards him before slamming into his chest with his forearm and throwing the Hardcore Genius back first against the explosive cage wall. Sparks fire off as Matt hits, smoke bellowing up to the ceiling from the explosion. He bounces off of the cage and into a heap on the mat. Vladimir hooks his arms around the head of Brett Steel and pulls him in close with a knee into the chest, spiking his kneecap against Brett's sternum. He follows with another, then another, then a crushing blow to the face. He hooks one of Brett's arms and uses it to flips him forward and into the razor wiring.
Vladimir and Sledge meet eyes, the only 2 men left standing at the moment. The rush at each other, both watching their movements carefully. Vladimir feigns a punch, then comes in swinging his arm at Sledge's collar bone. Sledge ducks under the clothesline quickly and throws his arm up, hooking it across Vladimir's. He turns as he raises up behind Vladimir, reaching across him and grabbing him by the top of the shoulder. He then yanks Vladimir back and down as he drops to one knee. Vladimir's upper back slams down onto the thigh of Sledge, cracking his back and sending his face into a mangled grimace. Sledge pushes him off while keeping the arm hooked, pushing his arm through more and against the side of Vlad's head as he bring his other hand off of Vlad's shoulder and across the front of his neck in a bar, sticking it into the pit of his elbow and then clamping down on it. He steps over Vladimir and squats over his back as he locks in the tazzmission sleeper hold. Vladimir begins to cough and squirm as the pain hits him like a bucket of cold water, Sledge holding on tightly with a death grip, determined that Vladimir Strife's reign ends here and now.
Kingbear: HOW THE HELL!? THAT WAS LIKE LIGHTNING! Sledge just ducked Vlad's clothesline, hooked his arm and snapped him back into a backbreaker, then flipped him onto his stomach while locking in a sleeper hold!!! Hyper: Vladimir's never faced Sledge before and he's finding out very quickly not to underestimate him at any time for any reason. Sledge is as determined, fierce and skilled in that ring as they come and if you aren't 100% on top of your game, he's going to exploit you and make you pay for it. Kingbear: Very true, Hyper. Good call there. Oooh, hey, mind if I get one of those donuts? Hyper: Thought you'd never ask. Here you go: I got this one made to look like you. See, it's got black sprinkles for your facial hair and even some eyes! Kingbear: Wow... that's pretty awesome! It's be a spitting image if I had a hole through the middle of my face and was green.. Hyper: Well, geez, it's a donut, don't over analyze it..
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Post by Tommy Musashi on Oct 1, 2007 18:53:01 GMT -5
The rears of each level in the stadium were completely empty. Every one scooted and crammed as close as they can to the barricades. Watching as Sledge continues to apply the tazzmission, waiting for the very moment that Vlad's hand will tap onto the ground. The champion's eyes begin to glaze over, his view darkens. This could be it for Vlad's winning streak as the ref lays there, continuing to call Vlad's name, making sure he was still conscious. Yet it didn't take long till his arm went limp. The entire arena went completely silent except for the ref who was lifting up Vladimir's hand into the air, and then letting it fall... 1. For a second time his arm was raised... 2. The audience could not believe what was happening. Vlad was going to be eliminated for the first time in his career. Even Hyper and King Bear have their eyes and jaws widen open. The donuts slipping from their mouth, not believing what was just about to happen. The referee stretched Vlad's arm into the air one last time-BAM! Matt used just enough strength to drop an elbow over Sledge's forehead, and breaking the hold.
Hyper: No way! No Way!
King Bear: I know! Vlad was so close of being eliminated from this competition!
Hyper: I sacrificed a donut to see Vladimir be eliminated for the first time! But now.. I sacrificed a donut for no FREAKIN' REASON!
King Bear: Calm down Hyper.. Its just one donut.
Hyper: JUST ONE DONUT? JUST ONE DONUT!!? ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GRAMS OF SUGAR WAS WAISTED IN THAT ONE-*KB pushes another box of donuts over to him* ooooooh dooonuts.
King Bear: That was too easy.
Sledge looks infuriated over what Matthew just did, and raises Matt to his feet. Still looking stunned and burnt by the smoke still rising from his back. Sledge kicks Matt quickly in the gut, and raises the hardcore genius into the powerbomb position. He walks his way over to the little area where all the pyromaniacs like to hang out, flaming tables, but just before he was able to engulf Matthew in some more flames. The hardcore genius was able to reverse the move into a DDT, dragging them both into the mess of wood and fire.
Brett Steel was the next one up, staggering up to his feet. He scans the scene and notices everyone down except Hawkeye and Hayden who are still trying to recouperate from the deadly signature moves of the KULT. Brett shakes off the last of his headache from Vlad and moves his way over to Hawkeye who was up first. Steel pushes his chin up a bit so he was able to smach his elbow right in the center of his mask, holding onto one of his arms so Hawk wasn't able to just fall over and give out on him just yet. Brett follows up this combination with a knee strike, which at the same moment, he let go so Hawkeye stumbled back. This gave Hawk enough time to see the old SCW match champion rush at him and reverse his move into a roll up Boston Crab.
King Bear: And Hawkeye is back in action!
Hyper: woohoo! Go Hawkeye. *not really paying attention and continuing to munch on the donuts that was handed to him earlier*
Hayden was once again crawling his way up one of the sturdy ladders. Each step almost taking forever because of how much damage he has already taken in. He finally reaches the top of the two connected ladders. He glances downward to make sure Hawkeye and Brett did not move from their previous position. Vladimir at the time was finally regaining consciousness and crawling around as his vision was coming back to him.
Hayden took a deep breath as he leaped off in almost a suicide dive except in the ring, and right ontop of Brett Steel, which put more weight on his hip region, and even the men near by could hear a snap followed by a deep cry in agony.
King Bear: Oh man, that could really screw up Brett's chance on making it to the end.
Hyper: Wha-? oh.. ouch yeah.. Man, that even brings back memories from the time we fell off that roof and landed on cars conviniently.. except, in this situation.. Its like the car landed on Brett!
King Bear: Thats one light Car! But yet still just as painful!
Hawkeye lets go of the hold after Hayden landed the move and holding his chest. Hawkeye releases a series of incredible kicks to the rising Hayden, leaving him no time to attack. A few seconds later they were just inches away from the explosive cage wall. Hawkeye clutches on Hayden and tries to toss Hayden into the wall, but he was some how able to stop himself by pressing lightly on the explosive cage. The heat rising out of it, burning the bottom of Haydens boot. Hardkore gets a boost of rage and throws Hawkeye back, he moves in but the veteran makes a comeback, tossing Hayden into the explosive cage with a flying headscissors takedown. The cage lighting off sparks and fumes into the air, but more importantly, leaving a smokey imprint on Hayden as he collapses in a heap on the canvas.
King Bear: I still can't help figuring out why Alex Stall has not come out to the ring yet, and help out his tag team partner in this match up.
Hyper: You heard Hayden at the beginning of the match! He doesn't need his help! Besides, by the time he is finished eating all that pasta-
King Bear: Pasta!?
Hyper: Yes, Ray White told him it would be good for him and to bring up his energy level if he ate some noodles. Yet since we all know how small Alex is, Ray is going to help him 'suck' up those noodles.
King Bear: ...
Hawkeye turns around and ducks from the attacking Vladimir, but not only that, he some how uses the momentum and lifts Vlad up on his left shoulder. Wrapping his right arm around his victim's neck and his left arm around the torso. Then fallows through throwing him to the side down on Vlad's back.
King Bear: And that my friend, is called the Emerald Fusion (I think).
Hyper: woooooaaaah, ya know.. I was thinking. Once this match is over, do you think any of them will be even ready to compete at Gods vs. Heretics?
King Bear: That is a very good question, and the answer I do not have.
Hawkeye rises to his feet once again, still having to be brought down. Suddenly the lights went out. Ok not really, Matt came up behind the veteran and placed a trash can over the man's head, his arms locked in place and unable to move. Of course already seeing this before, everyone knew what was coming. Yet Matt wanted to try something different, something new. He grabs the previous biker chain and whips it around Hawkeyes feet, causing him to tip over. The can still trapped over him.
King Bear: I think Hawkeye is in for a treat.
Hyper: A treat? You call trapped in a garbage can and unable to move either of your limbs a treat?
King Bear: It was.. nevermind.. Just.. forget it.
Matt lifts him up into yet the position of the Concussion driver. The audience shocked for yet another one to Hawkeye. Yet the suspense was short lived with Sledge coming out of no where and clotheslining the back of Matt's leg. Sledge Hammer beating his chest showing he was not done yet. Matthew and Sledge meet eyes before brawling it out once again. The SCW veteran begins to take the win, chopping his opponent not once, nor twice, but three times. He almost tips over into the tub of tacks again but regains his balance for another round. Sledge moves in for a clothesline, yet Matt ducks and grabs around his waist for a german suplex. yet the Hammer was not going to throw him over, sending a few back elbows into his face and grabbing around his waist. He tosses him over but, Matt was barely able to land on his knees and hands. Matt throws his arms around his neck trying to bring him down with a tazzmission. Sledge uses enough balance to stay standing and not lowering one bit. He was finally capable of grabbing one of Oliviera's arm and wrenching it around, twisting the arm firmly. Matt punches his way out with the arm, and follows with and elbow, but Sledge ducks and his arm stretched out across the hardcore genius's chest, lifts him up and slams him down onto the canvas.
Hyper and King Bear: SLEDGE HAMMER!
The Audience goes insane as he brings up the leg for the pin. The referee takes a second to slide in and beat his hand on the canvas "ONE.... TWO... THR-NOO!" Matthew lifts up one shoulder to stop the count. Sledge tries to argue with the ref, trying to tell him that was definitely a three count. Brett yells him over to Hawkeye who is helping him out of the trash can and bike chain. The veteran looks confused why he was helped with Steel Sledge Hammer just smiling happily to him. Sledge couldn't wait anymore kicking him in the gut and performing a backbreaker on Hawkeye, and while still in the back breaker position locks one arm around Hawkeye in a reverse sleeperhold.
King Bear: FORGING THE WEAK!
Hyper: Oh no.. Not that move!
Brett smiles, but feels the continuing sharp pains from his hip as he walks over locking in the figure four leg lock.
King Bear: STEEL MASTER LOCK!
Hyper: Holy shit! The double submission move on Hawkeye! It is only a matter of time before the last of the tag team, Perfection, taps out!
Ring S: empty
Ring C: Matt down from Sledge Hammer, Vlad Down, Hayden near explosive cage wall (probably just getting up)
Ring W: Sledge Hammer and Brett applying double submission on Hawkeye
In the back sucking noodles with Ray: Alex Stall
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Oct 2, 2007 17:48:05 GMT -5
"Give it up, you son of a bitch!” screams Brett, ‘suggestion’ a piece of awkward advice to the aerialist. He reaps back the foot of Hawk, causing the masked avenger to scream in agony, well, to the best of his ability from being muffled by the forearm of Hammer. Sledge twists his upper body one way, and then the other like a crocodile, trying to tear and rip at the neck of Hawk, which appears to be succeeding. The distant eyes behind the mask begin fading, the skin visible either red from blood or exhaustion. He raises an arm out in desperation, trying to grasp the ropes. Then, noticing they have a razor-wire wrapping, he lowers his arm in soul-searched disappointment of what could have been his last chance. Hammer squeezes, constricting around the throat, feeling as the air dies from Hawkeye’s windpipe. Eventually able to feel the pulse of a heartbeat from his vein, Sledge takes his free arm and presses it against Hawk’s head, kinking the neck. This adds to the stress and torque on Hawk’s body, his scar-ridden chest heaving. Suddenly, a body comes flying from the sidelines, hitting Hammer in the side of the head with a dropkick, the fans begin to come alive again as Hayden comes to the save, or revenge. Sledge whiplashes to the side, releasing the sleeper and granting Hawkeye some desperately needed breaths of fresh air. Seeing this, Steel becomes evermore the determined to keep Hawk down and incapacitated, grabbing a hold of his opponents foot and trying to bow out his shin. Hawk pushes down onto the mat with his wrists and forearms, trying to lose some of the leverage of Steel and possibly pull the reversal. He balances onto on hand, tilting his body to the side as Brett tries to do the opposite, trying to use all force the ambushed muscles can handle. Steel sits up, keeping the leg lock and tries to throw a decent amount of fists, some connecting along the side of Hawk’s chest, some connecting thin air. With every knuckle dug into his ribs, Hawk inches back a bit, until eventually falling back onto his back as Steel stops the resistance. He tosses his back to the mat, jolting pressure on Hawk’s legs, leading the aerialist to yelp and scream in agony. Brett repeats, sending another ounce of pull into the hold. Another scream. Steel lifts up for one more jolt, the referee standing closely at Hawk’s side for negotiations, the competitor eagerly shakes his head no…another scream. THIS time, it was Brett.
KB: “Jesus! Hawk just stabbed Brett with those wire cutters! Look at his leg! Where did THAT come from?!” Hyper: “Remember when Matt was cutting wires? I suppose he dropped them… what a wound!”
Hawk reaps the cutters just above Brett’s bent knee, tearing open his tights and jamming the tips into his flesh. Steel screams as the cold unforgiving metal punctures his muscle, being paired up with his Figure 4. Steel quickly releases the hold, forcing Hawk to remove the cutters and pull himself back one-legged.
Meanwhile, Hayden rolls out of the ring, sliding under the wire ropes and to the outside leaving Hammer dazed on the mat. He staggers over to the table area, finding a lack of equipment, either shattered or too burnt to sturdy. He gazes around, then finally whipping up the apron of Ring S to find tables of his own. He digs in, pulling out three tables and setting them up, one by one, pulling out the legs, fixing the brace, and tipping them up. He sets two of them side-by-side, width-wise, and heaves the third onto the top and turns it over, building two-tiers. He flicks his head back, trying to relieve himself of the blood dripping loosely down his forehead and to the ground below, and turns to the ring just to see Matt clawing his way over to him in ring, his hair hanging over his face, looking like an absolute mess. Hayden grins in a near spitting image of Matt’s Cheshire smile, reaching into the squared circle and grabbing a hold of the crimson mask of Oliveira’s head. Hayden wraps a hand under the Genius’s arm and heaves him from under the ropes, pulling the 260 pounds of dead weight off of the apron and to the floor, Matt landing with a thud. Hardkore steps back, allowing a groggy Oliveira to get up to his knees, just to dart forward and plant a shining wizard off the side of his head, Matt’s body collapsing over itself backward. Hayden elbows himself back up, grabbing Matt by the back of the shirt and to his feet, tossing him onto the first table. Matt begins to raise his head, but is met with a harsh left hook, tossing his brain into the side of his skull like a ball in a wastepaper basket, his eyes beginning to roll to the back of his head. Hayden himself knees onto the first table, pulling Oliveira’s body up onto the second tier, crowning the stack in all his ravaged glory. Jackass slumps back down to the arena floor, retreating to the apron and taking a gaze underneath to find nothing other than a can of gasoline. He holds it over his head as the fans “ooh” at the obtained fuel, eager to twist off the safety and begins to douse the bottom tables in gas. The aroma fills the air from the petrol, some gagging from the scent, except, and most importantly, an unconscious Matt. Hayden gives a good amount of the fuel over the table tops, placing the can out of the way and ducking back to retrieve a pack of matches. He opens them, pulling out a single stick and striking it. The flame flicks over his eyes as he slowly drops it onto the tables.
KB: “Look at those flames! My god!”
The tables become aflame as the gasoline ignites in a large “woof” of fire, the tips licking the bottom of the table that supports Matt’s body. Hayden darts back into the ring, to the best of his ability, and begins to climb the Ring S ladder, becoming obviously clear to everyone present that he’s going to take another crack at a suicide dive this evening. He scales the rings, unbeknownst to him that Vladimir is climbing the opposite side, keeping Hayden in his sights. Hardkore reaches the platform, stepping closer to the edge and looks down past the ring to the pyramid of hell where his rival awaits. The fans begin to scream as he raises his arms in an Olympic diver’s pose, not because of him, but because of what awaits him, in another sort. Vlad lurches into Hayden, taking him to the platform surface with an aggressive amount of force, Jackasses head smacking the steel and knocking him dizzy for the time being. Strife stands up, pulling Hayden with him by the hair to his feet, lacing his jaw with a pair of right hands and launching a hip into Hayden’s gut. This causes him to bend, allowing Vlad to hip-check him once more. This time, Strife slings an arm over his shoulder, standing up and lifting Hayden off the ground. Once sturdy, Vlad places a hand under Hayden’s collarbone and one under his lower abdomen, pressing the middleweight over his head with a war cry. He takes a small step back, then lurches forward, sending Hayden in the air…
CRASH!
Hyper: “HOLY HORTON’S!” KB: “Strife just threw Hayden off the platform, through Matt, through fire and through two stacks of tables! Holy sh*t!”Hyper: “Vlad may have just killed his own tag team partner!” KB: “If that’s so, it’s unintentional. All he wants to do is take the opponents out one-by-one, at ANY COST NECESSARY.” Hyper: “Well, I dunno, would you even think Matt would want to share a beer with Vlad in the burn ward later?” KB: “…does Matt drink?” *Hyper shrugs*
Hardkore crashes through the pyramid of tables, taking Matt with him and tossed through the flames and into a pile of waste on the floor. A few men standing nearby give a few shots from fire extinguishers, making sure the accelerant didn’t turn the event into a pre-mordem barbeque.
Vlad notices the turmoil of his KULT team-mate, stomping the ground and cursing. The King descends the ladder and steps foot back into the S Ring, starting to head out to where Hayden and Matt lay. He steps halfway across the ring until Hammer blindsides him with a brute .44 Magnum, tossing Strife to the mat. Vlad lay in a heap as Sledge picks himself up, crawling over to the splayed King of Carnage, grabbing him by the shoulder and rolling him over for a pin. However, Strife meets Hammer with an ice pick between the eyes after hastily removing it from his pocket while down from the spear. Hammer scrambles back, caught off-guard from the stab as Strife rolls over in stalk. He stands up as Hammer remains seated, grabbing a hold of his hair and pressing the tip of the pick into his forehead. Sledge yelps as Vlad continues his one-man massacre on him, dragging the pick across one side of his brow and back across the other. Then, Vlad steps one of his legs over Hammer’s shoulder, pinning him in place. He stretches over, able to pick up a cheese grater left from one of many weapons dump early on. Strife grabs it by the handle and raises it overhead, screaming: “Who the f*ck wants coleslaw?!?!” and bringing it down and ripping it across Hammer’s face. The crowd “ohh”’s in grimace, Sledge’s legs kicking the mat in pain as Vlad presses against his head and performs a twisting motion, lacerating the skin further. After a moment, Vlad lifts the grater up and clocks Hammer in the side of the head, dismounting the shoulder and allowing Sledge to roll over and raise his hand to the wounds. Strife tosses the cheese-destroying device to the outside, again going back to Sledge and picking him up. Hammer slowly raises his head and Vlad elbows him in the cheek, his head sent to one side. Strife bends and drives a shoulder into Sledge’s stomach, and flexes his legs, lifting Hammer up into a Fireman’s carry. He torques the body of the SSH member further down his back, wrapping an arm around his neck just at hip-level. Vlad prepares to drop out into a Decimator until Hammer catches him with a desperate low-blow through the legs, causing Vlad to keel back over bent. Sledge is introduced to an already applied standing headscissors, delightfully wrapping his arms around Strife’s midsection and whipping him up into a bomb position. With that, Hammer leans forth and begins charging across the ring into the W jurisdiction. He keeps Vlad mounted before lurching the KULTist forth and away from his body, Strife clashing with an awaiting section of glass and shattering through it, his arms wrapped over the back of his head from experience and protection. The King’s lower back hits first, followed by rolling up his back and onto his head until pancaking flat among the shards of glass, the fans erupting from the hit.
KB: “Now we’ve got BOTH KULT members out! Matt’s been through firewood and now Vlad’s laid out right in-front of us.” Hyper: “Thank god I brought protection.”KB: “Protection? You mean…like… but, you’re paralysed…how do you-“ Hyper: “Goggles, KB, goggles. I was referring to the pieces of glass flying at our faces…” KB: “OH… ok, now I gotcha.” Hyper: “…jackass.” KB: “Hey, I’ll be the better man and walk away…WALK away.” *Hyper is about to respond until KB tosses him another donut, his face of anger replaced by utter joy.*
As Hawk hobbles back to his feet, Steel is forced to walk one-legged backwards until unceremoniously falling into the razor ropes. His back nicked and cut by the blades while Hawk begins to track him down. He drives a shoulder into Brett’s stomach, forcing the razors into his body even more. Hawk repeats, gutting Steel before standing back straight once more. He presses back into Steel’s shoulders, Brett groaning as more holes are put into his body, then bringing up a knee and catching Hawk in the stomach, having forgotten that he had been stabbed. HE stumbles back, Steel staggering forward and grabbing him by the arms and tossing him to his side into the ropes. Brett wheels around, grasping Hawk by the arms again and pushing them back over the top rope, he then brings them forward and under the second rope until pulling them back up again, leaving Hawk trapped in the wire himself, the wire tangled along his arms and shoulders. This presses his head forward, almost looking shameful as Steel picks up one of the tattered thumbtack chairs. Brett brandishes it by the legs, and lifts it overhead. Then, he whips it down across Hawk’s skull, a large “pop” coming from the metal clashing over his head. The seat bends forward, and once Steel lets go, leaves HawkEye a beautiful steel chair necklace.TBCB ? (OOC: 12447 characters, personal best )
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Post by KingBear/Brett Steel on Oct 2, 2007 18:35:28 GMT -5
As Hawk falls to his back with the steel chair necklace, Brett stumbles backwards a hand on his thigh before he falls flat on his back in agony. He quickly tears at the fabric around the wound and looks at the bloody mess created by the wire cutters. Brett uses quick thinking and what strength he still has to quickly roll over and crawl out of the ring, he rolls off of the apron and down to the ground before crawling under the ring in search of something. After a bit Brett crawls out from beneath the ring with a roll of duct tape in his mouth, he quickly rolls to his back and sits against the ring post after moving towards it. The wound in his leg still flowing freely, Brett takes the duct tape and tears a piece off before putting it on one side of the wound and pulling it tight to the other side. After doing so, Brett quickly patches around the first piece of tape to seal it completely before standing up on one leg and slowly adding pressure to his leg. As Brett turns, finally satisfied with the amount of pressure he can put on his leg, he is quickly dropped to the mat by a drop kick from the apron by Hawkeye. Hawkeye is quick to pop to his feet but the multitude of shots to the head have dizzied him enough to where as he jumps up, he loses himself with a head rush and topples to his back. This gives Brett enough time to shake off the dropkick and slowly push himself to his feet, he shakes his head again before looking around and behind him, he spots Hawkeye and stumbles towards the slow to his feet aerialist. The two quickly lock up and begin a small battle of power until Hawkeye is able to throw a wild knee into the gut of Brett, winding him and giving Hawkeye the distinct advantage, thusly allowing him to hip toss Brett and perform a Guillotine Leg Drop.
KingBear: I think Hawkeye is just too quick for the injured Brett… I mean that stab wound sure is going to take a toll on the chances of SSH taking the win…
Hyper: I don’t know big man… Just like me and you AND Sledge, he also survived that fall from the arena roof… Brett sure is one tough cookie… MMM…. Cookies…
Meanwhile, Sledge pauses on the apron near where the glass wall used to be as he looks down at the Hardcore King crashed through it, his chest heaving out and in as he tries to catch his breath from the match. He sees Vladimir stir and sighs to himself before jumping down off of the apron and walking towards Vlad, The Hammer helps Vladimir up slowly before pulling him over and pushing him into the ring. Hammer is quick to follow the dazed King in and again helps him up, but this time he receives a thumb to the eye before a quick knee to the ribs. Sledge hacks at the shot below his floating ribs as he stumbles to the side, his whole body hurting from that one knee shot from Vladimir. Vlad stumbles back and glances over at Sledge before running at him, he jumps up, stepping onto the thigh of the heavier SSH member and delivers a devastating knee to the side of the head of Sledge Hammer, dropping him in an instant. Vlad stumbles to nearby ropes in ring S before turning around and looking down at Sledge, he falls to his knees exhaustion taking it’s toll before he slowly makes his way to Sledge and drapes an arm over the fallen warrior. The ref takes a moment before rushing over to check the pin, 1… No movement from Sledge 2… Slight noises heard coming from the pinned Fighty fighty person. And just before the three count Sledge lifts his shoulder from the mat out of pure instinct and experience in wrestling. Vlad curses loudly at the broken pin before elbowing Sledge in the chest and covering him for another pin attempt 1… Sledge lies still 2… Sledge throws a shoulder up, pushing Vlad off of him in the process. He looks around the ring before slowly crawling away from the Hardcore King, wishing he had stayed away from Wrestling for only a second before shaking the thought out of his head.
KingBear: Wow, this match is going to take a toll on everyone, I think you might be onto something there Hyper… Hyper? *KB looks around and doesn’t see his partner* Hmmm… Oh well… Yeah I doubt any of these guys are even going to be in good enough shape to wrestle at Gods Versus Heretics… Where the hell is Hyper?!
The wreckage that is known as Hayden and Matt Oliveira is still what it was a few minutes ago, but instead of two dead men in a pile of wood. It’s actually 2 ALMOST dead men groaning in agony from the impact of the move. Hayden having received less of the blow by a softer landing on Matt stirs with his groans, his body mangled and destroyed as he has nothing left. After a bit of waiting, Hayden slowly begins to move away from the wreckage that KULT caused, clawing his way through the shards of charred wood and previously hot metal. Suddenly, Hayden goes from painfully clawing to stopped in his tracks as a tight grip is felt around his ankle, he slowly looks down to see Matt, blood running from the corner of his mouth and other various spots on his face, holding onto his ankle with a death grip. Hayden tries to shake Matt off but Matt gets a crazed look in his eye and pulls himself towards Hayden by his leg, he slowly climbs up the body of the Jackass, with Hayden attempting to fight him off the whole way but to no avail. Matt climbs his way to face the Jackass before dropping an elbow into his chest, he then pulls himself up and mounts the frame of Hayden Hardkore before throwing wild punches into the head of the smaller opponent. Screams of ‘Hardcore or Hardkore? THIS is Hardcore you little punk!” are heard coming from Matt as he beats Hayden senseless. Matt quickly reaches over to the side of him and fingers out a trashcan lid before picking it up and slamming it across the face of Hayden Hardkore. Matt then rolls off of Hayden and pins him to the mat. The ref rushes over and checks the pin before counting 1… No movement from Hayden Hardkore 2… Still not even a breath as blood drips from his nose and mouth 3… Hayden Hardkore is pinned by Matt Oliveira and is the fourth man eliminated.
Hyper: WOW! And Hayden is pinned, what a sad story but at least the one man team of Hayden Hardkore made it all the way to the fourth man eliminated. We have to give him props!
KingBear: Where’d you go?!
Hyper: To get cookies…
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 3, 2007 23:32:32 GMT -5
As Vladimir chases after Sledge, Hawkeye sees it and clothesline's the Hardcore King, dropping him to the mat with a grin. As he turns around, Sledge raises up and the 2 meet eyes, beginning almost instantly to move in towards the other. They lock up together quickly, pushing at one another like moose fighting in the wild. Sledge easily has the strength and size advantage though and tosses Hawkeye down with a laugh. He dares Hawkeye to get up and Hawk quickly rolls backwards and up to his feet, rushing in again. Sledge looks for the lockup again, but gets a dropkick to the knee that sweeps his leg out from under him, sending him down to a knee. Hawk uses his newly acquired advantage of position to throw punches into the face of Sledge, kicking him while he's down. Vladimir Strife pops up behind him though, looking for payback from the clothesline. Hawkeye cocks his fist back and it's enough for Vladimir to grab and spin him around. He knees Hawkeye in the stomach and then throws him off the side of the ring, Hawkeye landing next to the thumbtack bath.
Kingbear: Well, geez. Vlad just tossed Hawkeye out of the ring like he didn't even belong! Hyper Elf: He better be careful. That puts Hawk at a good spot to rest and be forgotten. It could come back to bite Vlad in the backside!
Brett rolls out of the ring as he is recovering, but picks a bad spot to do so as Matt Oliveira greets him by grabbing his head and slamming his face against the outskirts of the ring. Brett's eyes roll about from the impact and Matt turns him to face him, throwing a overhead right into Brett's jaw, sending him back a few paces. He rushes in and Brett ducks a punch, wrapping his arms around Matt's upper legs and lifting him up. He turns as he drops down, returning a favor as Matt's face is slammed against the apron with enough force to shoot him back in whiplash. Matt stumbles around almost as though he was dancing, fans cheering him on to get back together and beat Brett. Brett waits for Matt to stumble around and begins throwing punches at him, Matt dodging them side to side. He ducks under a frustrated clothesline from Brett, then ducks his head under Brett's arm. He pulls him up into the air and takes a few paces forward before throwing Brett at a flaming table. Steel proves stronger than wood and goes smashing through, the flames engulfing him for a second before the impact puts them out. Brett rolls around in pain as Matt leans back against some railing.
Inside the ring, Vladimir and Sledge square off, raising a hand each high for a test of strength. They lace fingers and then raise their other hands, locking them as well. Before they can show who is stronger though, Sledge pulls him in and lets go, ducking down and grabbing him up. He twists around and spinebuster slams Vlad onto the canvas, shaking the ring. Vlad lays there in a daze as Sledge rises back up, shaking his head. "It's not about who's stronger, boy... it's about who's smarter." Sledge grins at him after giving his words of wisdom, then jumps up, stomping down on the midsection of Vladimir. He then lifts up Vladimir's legs and hooks them under his arms, turning him over into a boston crab. Vladimir struggles valiantly, Sledge looking back and sitting lower and lower to crank up the pressure. After a moment though, he begins to stand up, not by will, but by force. Vladimir pushes hard with every muscle in his legs, making it difficult for Sledge to maintain the hold. In a last ditch effort, Vladimir twists about, rolling quickly to the side and flipping Hammer. As Sledge rubs the back of his head and gets up, Vladimir favors his lower back. He too gets back up before Sledge can take advantage of him laying on the job and the 2 look at each other, watching one another's movement's for openings.
Kingbear: This is beautiful, Hyper. SSH and KULT showing one another what they've got. KULT's impressive as hell tonight, but SSH of course can never be underestimated in the least. They've proven before that they could outlast the competition, no matter how fierce it gets. Hyper: Mhmm Kingbear: I say ALL of that, practically part of a speech... on this moment in the match, helping to call it. And you sit there, also a member of this commentary, and only said 1 word? Hyper: Yep.
Meanwhile, their teammates are locking up outside of the ring, Brett now up from the table, his back a bit scorched, but nothing near enough to stop him from competing. They push one another back and forth, then butt heads, trying to prove their superiority over the other. While they do, they neglect to see a ladder come flying at them from the side. It knocks both over like bowling pins, Hawkeye grinning as he walks over and picks it back up, not done using it yet. He climbs into the ring and holds the ladder out in front of him. He takes off in a mad dash at Vlad and Sledge, the two turning just in time to be waffled by the ladder. Hawkeye watches them as they raise up, Matt and Brett getting into the ring as well. After a moment, all four men surround him, Hawkeye still smiling for some odd reason. He ducks his head between 2 rungs of the ladder and begins to spin around as his opponents close in.
Hyper: SEE!? I told you they'd forget about Hawkeye and it'd come back to haunt them! I totally called that one! Kingbear: Yeah, yeah, yeah. But the question is: how long can Hawk keep this up as a man going solo in this match with 2 other full tag teams?
Vladimir quickly catches a leg of the ladder to the mouth, nearly taking his head off as he is blasted down to the mat. This leaves Sledge an opening as the ladder stops and he rushes in, but Hawkeye reverses his direction quickly, slamming the side of the ladder across the side of Hammer's head and taking him out too. He swings around again, aiming for Matt as he steps inward. The Hardcore Genius steps back, seeing it coming and it glides in front of his face harmlessly. As it swings around though, it just so happens to catch Brett across the face as he is not quite as quick to get out of the line of fire. Matt rushes in right before it hits Brett, knowing he can reach Hawkeye before he swings it back. Hawkeye doesn't swing it back around at Matt, knowing as well Matt would reach him before the ladder would connect. Instead, he lifts the ladder over his head and tosses it onto Matt's, leaving him confused. Hawkeye dodges back then and goes airbound, dropkicking the ladder to the right of Matthew and spinning him around involuntarily. This causes the ladder to slap across the back of Vladimir's head as he is raising back up from the first shot, dropping him flat to the mat again. Matt looks in shock as his partner drops. Sledge and Brett raise up behind him and Hawkeye quickly takes to the air again, this time with a dropkick to the chest. It knocks Matt Oliveira to his bottom, the ladder clotheslining both Sledge and Brett as they are running in to get their hands on Hawkeye.
Hyper: You were saying? I think he's doing a pretty damn good job of keeping up. I love it! Kingbear: Jesus, it's like a freaking episode of Tom and Jerry or Looney Tunes in there! Hawkeye's making all 4 of these guys look bad!
Matt rubs his kiester as he gets back up, now mad at Hawkeye. He grabs the ladder and spins it around, aiming to hit Hawkeye with a dose of his own medicine. Hawkeye ducks under it though and then shoots back straight up. He stops the ladder where it extends from the front and back of Matt's head, then yanks it forward quickly, slamming a rung against the back of Oliveira's skull. Hawkeye reverses with a sturdy push to follow, slamming the rung in front of Matt into the bridge of his nose this time. The Hardcore Genius drops to the mat again, the ladder coming off. Hawkeye lifts it up and takes to a distance across from the others, waiting for them to get up as he positions the ladder for one hell of a clothesline. Brett, Sledge and Matt make it up as Vlad rolls to the outside of the ring, away from the madness. Hawkeye ducks his head down and rushes in like a kamikaze, looking to take the 3 men standing out. Vladimir stands up at the side of the ring, having picked up a steel chair from under the ring. He yells to his partner and then chucks it to him, Matt catching it quickly. Brett and Sledge duck under the ladder and Hawkeye comes barrelling straight at Matt. He slams the chair across the top of Hawkeye's head swiftly, the steel chair clashing with the aluminum ladder as well to make for a loud bang all around the arena.
Kingbear: And there's the steel chair. No matter how much momentum you have, that thing can stop it dead in your tracks. Hyper: It's the equivalent to a donut. Perfect size, shape, and weight for it's purpose! Kingbear: Again with the donuts? Hyper: I mean it! The donut is the perfect snack by design! And if God didn't want us to eat donuts and 5 at a time, then he wouldn't have given us that many fingers to put a donut on each! I'm telling you, the donut is divine!
Hawkeye stumbles back, Sledge and Brett lifting the ladder and throwing it out of their way. They each put and hand on Hawkeye's chest and run towards the cage wall with him. Hawk runs backwards, forced along before they push hard and stop, running him back into the explosive caging. Smoke and sparks shoot up from the impact and Hawkeye bounces forward, right back to the tandem. Brett and Sledge each grabs him at the side and lift him into the air, dropping him flatly down. They kneel down in unison, sticking their knees out against one another's and Hawkeye dropping onto them, their knee caps slamming against his chest. They look together down at him and reach down after him, looking to take him out. Vlad and Matt yell to both of them, telling them to back off and leave Hawkeye to them. Steel Sledge Hammer look to each other and then back off, waiting to see what Matt and Vlad have in mind.
Kingbear: Wow, Steel Sledge Hammer is actually backing off to see what Matt and Vlad can bring to the table in this match..
Vlad and Matt flips Hawkeye onto his stomach and lay in with a few stomps to soften him up a bit more. They then look back to Sledge and Brett, as though they are about to send a message to the two of them. They each bend down and take one of Hawkeye's arms each and one of his legs each, grabbing him at the wrists and ankles. They raise his limbs straight into the air, leaving him looking like the cliche of a dead animal. With a nod in unison, they both set a foot on Hawkeye's side, pressing down lightly on his ribcage. They lean in and hook Hawkeye's legs and arms under their armpits tightly, making sure they have a good hold on them. SSH and the audience watch on in confusion, having no idea what the hell KULT is doing. Vlad and Matt grin to one another, knowing perfectly that they are about to put the masked man through a new level of hell. They grab on tightly and lean in, bumping heads lightly before snapping back and dropping to the mat, pulling back Hawkeye's arms and legs with them, yanking them out to his sides fiercely, their boots pushing in on both sides of his ribcage, inducing the crushing feeling of a giant vice. Hawkeye screams out instantly, his legs doing the splits and all 4 limbs feeling like they've just been ripped out of their sockets. Despite his mask covering his mouth, his words are loud and clear to the referee, competitors, and everyone within earshot of the ring.
"I QUIT!!! I QUIT!!!"
Kingbear: OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? THEY JUST NEARLY RIPPED POOR HAWKEYE IN 2!! Hyper: Ouchies... It's a Quartering! Kingbear: A what!? Hyper: A quartering! Well, a lot like it at least. It's an old execution method where they would tie each of your legs and arms to a horse and then whip the horses. The horses would run and well, you can guess it doesn't end pretty.
Vladimir and Matt let go, satisfied with his answer. They get back up to their feet and look to their final 2 opponents as Hawkeye curls up in a ball, following the brutal move from KULT.
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Post by Tommy Musashi on Oct 4, 2007 17:34:59 GMT -5
The audience erupts into a frenzy. With only two tag teams left, they knew this match was far from being over. Blood dripped from their bruised faces. Their bodies tired and torn. Breathing and sweating heavily as the lights from above beat down upon them. You could hear the massive chant of "GHW! SCW! GHW! SCW!" ringing into the last four competitors. Sledge whispers into Brett's ear. He agreed whatever he said as the two men charged at KULT. Whatever their plan was, it failed as the two men were brought down quickly with drop-toe holds. Vlad quickly gets up and drops the knee on Brett, but the Steel was agile enough to roll to the side. Vlad grabs onto his knee in pain rolling over.
Meanwhile Matt lifts up Sledge to drive a punch to the man's skull, but Sledge yells out and shoves them both over the razor wire that were luckily not cut down yet. The two fell in a heap on the outside.
Brett Steel and Vlad were locked up with a test of strength. The two fighting, backing and forth. Tugging and pulling, trying to get the upper hand. Finally, Vlad was able to sneak in an arm drag, flipping Brett close to the explosive cage wall. Brett got up in a flash, ready for round two. The two lock up once more, trading forearm's into each others skull. Brett finally gave up and just sacraficed himself by forcing both of them to run straight into the explosive cage wall. The cage of course going off in sparks and smoke. The two gladiators having their sides burnt and collapsing onto the canvas.
Sledge Hammer and Matt get up, exhausted, their fists up ready for anything. Sledge sends a fake left followed by a hook with his right arm. Matthew fails to block the hook as it drove into the side of his ribs. The inspector fallowed it up with a high knee. The hardcore genius stumbles back, doing his best to keep his balance. Sledge grins as yells at the top of his lungs using his .44 magnum to knock them both over the railing into the audience, almost like a kamikaze airplane diving to his death.
King Bear: Looks like Steel Sledge Hammer doesn't care how they take down KULT, as long as it causes damage to them.
Hyper: Hey! Thats what I do!
King Bear: No, you just do high risk moves that causes more pain to yourself then to your opponent. Atleast they cause the same amount of damage to their opponents as themselves!
Hyper: Shuddup.
Vlad and Brett rise to their feet once again. This time the hardcore king getting the momentum as he drives his foot into his opponents stomach, doubling them over. Then using his might to throw Brett back in a suplex, his feet caught in the razor wire. Vlad snickers, dropkicking to the face of Brett while hes upside down. Brett Steel using his arms to block off the attacks as much as he could.
Meanwhile, Matt somehow regained the advantage, previously DDTing Sledges head into the concrete. The GM of surge politely asks if he could use a couple of the audiences chairs. They answered with an over positive answer, even asking if they could hit Sledge over with the chairs. Matthew laughed letting them have their fun, both fans smacking a chair over Sledge's body. Matt finally took the chairs from the audience members and placed them in a bridge formation, the seating area facing each other. He lifts up Sledge Hammer, kicks him in the gut and just before suplexing him over into the chairs, he sings a little bit of the song "London Bridge is falling down." Sledge Hammer's body in a wreck after the move. Matthew continues the beat down lifting him up by the neck. Finally, the Hammer awakes, biting down hard on the hardcore genius's hand. You could hear the massive cursing from his mouth all the arena. Once he let go, Matt pulled his arm in close, blowing on it as he moved away from Sledge. It didn't take long for the SSH member to lock his arms around his opponents waist, and german suplex him over into the concrete, but not letting go of the hold. He pulls him and Matt up, and then throwing them over with another german suplex. STILL not even loosening the tight grip around the waist. He throws Matt over in a german suplex, this time letting go, his neck landing into the concrete. Sledge Hammer rolls Matt over and goes for the pin. One of the referees having to run out into the audience to go for the pin. He smacks his arm on the ground twice before he was able realize where he was and kick out of the pin.
Sledge looks frustrated, trying to figure out what could keep Matt down. Suddenly an audience member handed him a weapon. Sledge was shocked that an audience member was aloud to bring in such a tool, but shrugged as he liked how the fan thought. He accepted the power drill, pulling on the trigger, hearing the motorized sound of the drill. "This will only hurt for.. uh.. ever. hehe." He placed one knee into his lower back and his free arm wrapped around his neck to keep him stable as he began to drill his hole right in the middle of Matt's back. The flesh flinging from the impact into various directions. The gurgles and screams coming from the victims mouth. He tried to move and get out, but it only caused more pain and suffering with the drill flinging over his back. "Oh look what you did. Now you have a huge tear across your back, ya know.. The less you move the less it will hurt hehe." He smiles in a sick twisted way, continuing his hole till he reached the vertabrae. Matt stiffined up, the loudest scream the entire arena heard in their lives.
Sledge finally ended the madness, and tossing the power tool up into one of the high balconies. An idea pops in his head, crossing matthews legs, and then wrapping his left arm around the mans legs. He pulls back into an inverted sharpshooter. To even cause more pain to the move, he places most of his weight onto his knee which was crammed into the hole in Matthews back. The referee steps down to Matt's level, trying to see if he would wish to give up any time soon. The intense pain almost causing drips of water from his eyes, grinding his teeth to stay in the match as long as he can.
King Bear: Even I think that is waay too much for Matt.. I mean.. LOOK AT HIM! He got drilled! I don't even know why thats legal!
Hyper: I like Donut holes.
tbc
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Oct 6, 2007 0:12:44 GMT -5
Matt's face and torso lay pressed against the cold, dirty, unforgiving, breath-taking, soulless, life-stealing arena floor. The knee of Sledge digging into the gaping would in the square of his back. Oliveira's eyes are clenched shut, his vision no more than a white sheet of pain and aggravation from the near attempt of paralyzing that took place. With the referee urging on, Matt's hand slowly extends out to the side, hovering over the cement. "Forget about it, Matty boy! It's over! You're finished! Hahahahaha!" urges Hammer, voicing his opinion as Matt screams out in pain...that's when the flashback hits.
"Noooooooooo!" escapes from the Genius's lips, in which he retracts his hand, ready for a submission and sticks it in his mouth. He bits down on his own hand, convincing himself not to make the voices right. He knows he's right. He's Matthew Oliveira. The voices will NEVER be right. No they won't...NEVER. With pain-tightened eyes, Matt remembers back to the debut. Emblem. Stage number three. Sharpshooter. Know it all makes sense.
With that Matt reaches under his stomach, the weight to Sledge's hold unbearable, accept for his teeth in his own palm. He reaches into his innermost side pocket, able to take out the handy Exacto-knife that has shown itself more than ever in this match. He takes it out, pulling the cap off with his bitten hand and retracting it with the holding thumb. Sledge rips back the hold once more, forcing Matt to bite down on his hand again. Oliveira carefully sneaks the knife closer and closer, still on his stomach, still incapacitated..for now. With one swift jab, Matt stabs the knife into the supporting boot of Hammer, the blade extended just enough to nick him in the heel. Hammer yelps slightly, yet continues the hold once the knife is removed. Finding no salvation, Matt stabs Sledge's foot again, this time a clear shot into the side of his heel. Hammer screams and drops Matt's legs, the knife dropping out from his foot and Sledge hobbling through the fans, leaving Matt on the floor.
KB: "Jesus! This is a wrestling match, not a strip club! We can't have a couple people end up dead here...can we?" Hyper: "...would we need a permit?"
Oliveira lay face down on the cement, using his arms to raise his head and torso up. He takes a huge breath in, and out. Then, gingerly, he hunches up to all fours where a nearby fan dumps a cup of ice water over his back, the frosted liquid seeping into the gash and clashing with his spine, sending an ungodly stabbing shot through his body. Time slows down, Matt's eyes widen, both his body and mind freezing for what felt like minutes but no more than nanoseconds. Oliveira's temper bursts, his ears no longer hearing, his nose no longer smelling, adrenaline coursing through a half-dead body no longer to feel pain...all color drains from his vision. He whips up and turns around, arm extended, and lays a large right hook into the fan, his body collapsing where he stood. His face is creased, his teeth bared forward and animistic. He picks up the knife from the floor, shoving a staff member back who was approaching him about the fan incident, sending him tumbling. He swipes openly in front of him, cutting nothing but air, the sea of onlookers parting as if he were Moses. They move to the side, in which he gets a clear view...Sledge Hammer.
KB: "Somebody get out here! He's got a knife! He's insane!" Hyper: *confused* "You're JUST finding this out?!?"
Oliveira bolts forward, seeing nothing but Hammer and tunnel vision. He screams aloud, tackling Hammer and the two men colliding and spilling back over the guardrail, Matt catching him around the neck. Hammer falls onto the back of his head as Matt crashes onto his shoulder, tender from the triple table incident. He falls onto his back, the gash sending another wave of shock and adrenaline through his system. He pushes himself to his knees with an arm, staying as close to Hammer as possible. Lashing out, he digs his nails into Sledge's arm and turns him over, immediately mounting his chest, right above his diaphragm, cutting Hammer short of breath. With that, he launches a right fist across Sledge's nose. "NEVER!" Right across the point of the jaw. "EVER!" Left forearm over the nose. "FUCK!" Right elbow between the eyes. "WITH ME!" Backhanded right forearm. "EVER!" Right haymaker. "AGAIN, YOU-!" Left hook. "STUPID!" Right fist. "SON OFA!" Left across the jaw. "BITCH!" With that hit, Oliveira reaches to his side, picking up the knife again. He lowers the blade just above the outstretched eye of Hammer, making sure his pupil dilates just enough to realize what is suspended above it. He grins, teeth still clenched, and drops his free hand across Hammer's head, his index and thumb jabbed in his eyes, holding his head slightly raised in that position. Oliveira flips the knife in his hand, it doing a full flip before catching the handle, and "going to work". He slashes Hammer across the bridge of the nose, then with the recoil and motion, strikes back along the bottom of his nose, near his lip. This rips open the skin, encouraging Matt to continue. "Scream, you bastard! Say it! Give up before I make you f*cking regret your birth!" He screams, trying to give the SSH member false hope. He is answered by a blank scream. "If you say so!" Matt returns, easing the knifes tip subtly inside the left side of his nose (up it, not through it), and in one smooth motion, he pulls outward, tearing open the flesh, Hammer screaming.
KB: "Matt just slit Hammer's f*cking nostril! I'm surprised he didn't try to kill him!" Hyper: "...donut?"
"Say it! C'mon you mother f*cker! Tap the f*ck out!" Oliveira blares at Sledge, unable to reply from blood dripping back up his nasal cavity and down his throat. "I WARNED YOU!" Matt repeats the action as last time, raising and slicing outward, slitting both of Sledge's nostrils. Hammer screams again, Matt laughing blankly in his face, not sure if he's enjoying it, extreme sarcasm, or purely erasing all humanity from inside. The nearby camera zooms in, Matt noticing it and looking into it, staring, glaring. His cold, cold eyes looking to steal the breath from any viewers lungs. His head snaps back to Hammer, his holding hand ripping his head to the side, replanting a finger in his eye socket, and his thumb pressed into the side of his head. Slowly, his lowers the tip of the knife to Hammer's ear lobe... "YOU NEVER F*CKING LEARN, DO YOU?" Sledge groans. "You are nothing but a mere human being, you arrogant prick! You are nothing! You aren't even human! Now scream like the DIRT you are and give up!" Hammer screams 'no', forcing Matt to drive the tip of the blade into his ear lobe, puncturing and piercing the cartilage, Sledge with a slightly smaller yelp. "LAST CHANCE, Sledge! This is your last opportunity..." Oliveira lowers the blade to the side of Hammer's upturned neck, holding it half an inch above his Jugular, the main vain leading from his brain. "...give -the f*ck- up!" Oliveira holds the knife still, waiting for Hammer to say the magic word as he gag on his own blood.
KB: "For God's sake somebody get him away!"
Meanwhile, Strife lay in the boots as Steel hang in a razor wire tree of woe. With his arms crossed, the boots crack into the head and chest of Brett, unrelentingly and repetitive. The referee in-ring (more than likely assigned when the action split up earlier) is forced to force Vlad away from the wire and Steel. With the fans jeering, he cuts Brett out from the wire and thudding to the canvas, having to cut all three ropes on that side and allow Vlad back at his opponent. Strife grabs a half-broken Brett by the hair, pulling him up so that he stands, forcefully sideways...a gash in his knee and a probably busted hip. Vlad ducks down and wraps his arms around the bruised waist of the SSH hero and shoots his legs up in a bear hug. Quickly though, Steel drives his knee into the sternum of the King, forcing him back to the mat, Brett catching Strife's head under his right arm. Steel lurches back, unaware that he stood on the apron and the two fly off the edge and smack onto the arena floor, their bodies bouncing of how little they can, Strife's head near cracked open. Brett roll to one side, his shoulders flexed back, arched, convulsing in the stinging pain on his spine. Vlad lay on his opposite side, eyes unopened, chest rising and falling in his prone, fetus-like pose. Steel eventually sits up, sore as a mother watchyomouth, and slides over to the apron. He ducks under the cloth, eventually finding what he was looking for (or planted) and pulls it out- a bundle of light tubes. The ringside fans cheer at the sight, becoming evermore the excited at what could be upandcoming. Steel sluggishly gets to his feet, minding his leg once more, and leaning on the guardrail. A fan next to him hands him his chair, either out of respect or violence-driven selfishness, which he gratefully accepts. Brett unfolds the chair, facing the ring, and wheels around to the downed body of Vlad. By a kneel, he is able to lug the King up and onto the chair, seated like a literal dead man. Slumped back and fading in and out. Steel stands up, carefully, and lifts up the light tubes. He lay them so they sit one edge at Strife's lap, the other across his shoulder. Once steady, Steel heaves himself into Ring C, no longer the wire as a threat as it lay tangled at the ends. He staggers to his feet, stumbling as he walks across the ring to test out how a terribly treated leg holds up. He winces as he turns back around, two-thirds across ring C with Vlad out on the outside. He glares down at his leg, seeing the blood stream from the plier wound. Courageously, he stares back at Vlad, deciding to keep that fact in the back of his head. Steel lurches forth, staggering, and favoring his good leg in a Terry Fox-like jog. Once he reaches the apron, he vaults off his good leg, pikeing out his feet at he careen towards the KULTist.
SMASH!
KB: "Baby, what a hit! Steel just put himself through the tubes, drop kicking Strife in the process!" Hyper: "...a super-missile dropkick?" KB: "Yes...super."
Brett launches both soles of his boots into the tubes, into Strife's awaiting chest, sending him tipping backward, head bouncing off the guardrail as Steel smack off the concrete once more, both men getting the worst of each element.
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 6, 2007 0:44:19 GMT -5
As Brett pulls himself up through the wreckage, he grabs ahold of Vladimir and bring him to his feet as well, shards of glass falling from both men as they do. Brett drags him near the announce table, Kingbear and Hyper both telling him not to ruin their table. Brett grins at them and kicks Vladimir in the stomach, doubling him over. He tucks Vladimir's head between his thighs and wraps his arm around his stomach. Kingbear helps Hyper out of the way, seeing what is about to happen, making sure they didn't go down with the table. Brett flips Vladimir up into a seated position upon his shoulders and turns him towards the table, his intentions clear. He strains under Vlad's wait, it slowing him down. Brett was strong, but Vladimir also had about 50 pounds on him. Vladimir pushes down on the top of Brett's head, clearing his bottom over the top and dropping behind him. As he falls, he clasps onto Brett's head and pulls him down as well, slamming the back of Brett's head against his shoulder. Hyper: The Sinner-plex! Kingbear: Yes! The table is saved! Thanks Vlad!As Brett slumps over, Vladimir looks around, not seeing the other 2 participants left in this match. He knew he'd blacked out for a moment, but surely he couldn't have been out long enough for Sledge and Matt to have been eliminated. He gets up to his feet and spots them, the knife in Matt's hand glistening above Sledge's neck. Vladimir's eyes widen and he takes off in a sprint at them. As he gets close, he slides an arm under Matt's arm that possesses the knife, pulling the other across his throat and behind his right arm. He pulls Matt easily up from Sledge with the submission hold, locking in tightly. Fans nearby are in shock from the mixture of what Matt was about to do to Sledge Hammer and now what Vladimir is doing. Matt is livid, screaming to be let go. He pulls the knife up sharply and slices across the arm by his head, splitting through the long sleeved shirt and Vladimir's flesh. Vlad lets go, pushing Matt away as he does. The Hardcore Genius whips around, ready to give Brett Steel a taste of what he just gave Sledge, only to find his tag team partner instead. "WHAT THE HELL!?""Are you f**k**g crazy!? You were going to kill him! What the hell is wrong with you!?""He was just about to give up, damnit!""BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING TO KILL HIM!""HE TOOK A DRILL TO MY SPINE!"Vladimir snatches the knife from Matt's hand, the two not seeming on the best of terms at the moment. "We beat them the right way... NOT like this!"Before Matt can respond, he's shoved hard by Sledge Hammer, throwing him into Vladimir. The two tumble into some emptied chairs, fans now hanging on to every movement in the match. Vladimir rolls Matt off of the top of him, Sledge grabbing up Matt as Brett has recovered and now made his way to Vlad. They pick up the respective members of KULT and begin throwing punches in unison on their prey. They work them over with lefts and rights, tenderizing their jaws and torsos. They grab up chairs and slam them across the tops of Matt and Vlad's skulls, sending them down to the floor. They begin to stomp on them, beating them down more and more relentlessly. Sledge wipes blood from his face and tells Steel what happened, Brett abandoning Vlad to double team Oliveira now. They lay into his ribs with swifts kicks and then lift him to his feet, hooking him into position for a suplex. They raise him high into the air and inch towards the railing before dropping back, slamming his lower back against it. The move becomes a double whammy as the back of Matt's head slams against the concrete, being pulled down by SSH. Kingbear: Now SSH is double teaming Matt Oliveira, beating the crap out of him together.Hyper: But they're forgetting something, aren't they?Kingbear: What's that?Hyper: Uhmm... Vladimir.Kingbear: OH YEAH!Almost as though summoned, the Hardcore King rises from the steel chairs, sifting through his pocket for something as SSH stands up. He makes his way over and pulls out a can of pepper spray, shooting a stream into the face of Brett Steel. He throws the can to Sledge, who looks at it in confusion in his hands, only to be driven into a row of chairs by Vlad, who has taken to the air and wraps his arm around Sledge's head, ddting him onto one of the steel seats. Vladimir rises from the wreckage first, looking to a blinded Brett Steel. Vlad stomps on the concrete, watching Brett swing wildly in the direction of it. He smiles and circles around him quietly, stomping randomly to get Brett to turn and start swinging in a different direction. Vlad notices Sledge getting up and realizes fun time is over. He runs up and ducks his head down between the thighs of Brett, grabbing his legs and lifting him up. He snaps his legs down then and sends Brett into Sledge, Sledge grabbing him quickly. The weight takes both men down into the chairs once more as the fans cheer on the action. ((Sorry for such a short post guys, just kinda zapped tonight. Figured it was better to throw up what I had than nothing )) All 4 Men are at ringside, Matt next to the ring, the other 3 out in the crowd.
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