Hayden HardKore vs Gnarf. the Butcher

[Hayden]

The show comes back from a short advertisment and public safety announcement, revealing that the arena is about underway for another match.

Devin Bozz:
Welcome back to GHW's Total Carnage folks. The last remains of the tables have now been cleared from the arena and the blood mopped up off the floor, and we are set for action again tonight. A monumental effort by the cleanup crew, they realy get things running smoothly, so a big congratulations, they are sure earning their keep tonight.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeehaw! How do you top a Triple Tables Match off Devin, that was action packed. They must have gone through nearly every table in the arena!

Devin Bozz:
Well, lets find out Jimmy... I'm being told that we are good to go. Now, these two men have a little bit of a history together.

Jimmy Pate:
Dating back to the Electric Pool Deathmatch at the end of last year Devin, I don't think that Gnarfflinger the Butcher took too kindly to being beaten by Hayden that day, and he has never really been able to make amends for that night against him since.

Devin Bozz: Well tonight might just be the night Jimmy. However, lots of people have been seeking out Hayden for revenge lately, and he has seemed to be two steps ahead of te game the whole time, so tonight wil be interesting. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, because the Fall Counts anywhere. I expect Hayden ton have afew tricks up his sleeve...

Devin is continuing his sentence when he is cut off by the sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings pumping out of the PA system. The crowd, which had fallen somewhat docile between matches instantly pick up, voicing their disgust at the sound of the music. The song plays through the intro and into the verse before the sillouette of Hayden HardKore's figure walks into view, standing in the shadows at the back of the stage. He stands with his hands on his hips, soaking in the atmosphere as the lyrics to the song begin to echo around the arena.


"With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the sticks
To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96

Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply"[/i]

Finaly, Hayden steps into the arena properly, the lights dancing around the entrance stage catching a glimpse of his face, twisted into a cocky, self confident half-scowl-half-grin. He marches to the frint of the stage, taing big steps in time with the music, but stops when he reaches the top of the ramp. He crouches slightly, looking left first, then right around the booing and jeering fans, before looking back to his left and following his eyes to a certain section of the crowd. With his eyes focused and unfaltering in his gaze, he walks off to the side of the stage, stopping on the leftmost section of the stage, eyeballing some of the more vocal members of the crowd. As the song plays through the second verse, he proceeds to flip them off, delighting in the negative reaction he recieves from the crowd, before proceeding back to the center of the stage.


"At the fork turn left a store
But on the right stay free from sight
'Cause 96 quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high

The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm
And entanglement in Hellview
Brings you fear in fifty forms

They've deleted all the tourists
At the bottom of the lake
And not one supports the cause
To leave the blood stay in the veins"[/i]

The song heads into a breakdown, upone where the lights in the arena die down, excpet for a strobe, that flashes randomly, in sync with the song. The camera, focused in on Hayden, captures his body's movements, jolting and shifting rapidly in the strobe lighting. As the breakdown finishes, Hayden crouches down quickly, slapping his hands on the cold steel of the entrance ramp. Instantly, an explosion of white pyrotechnics erupts from the pot where Hayden had slapped the ground, and spreads down the ramp like lightning, lighting u the entire arena with a blinding white light. Hayden takes his aviator sunglasses off the top of his head and casually puts them over his eyes before following the white fire down the ramp. Staring blindly into the blaze, and having lost sight of Hayden HardKore cmpletely due to the intense light, Lizzie Morna takes the opportunity to introduce the match and the first opponent.

Lizzie Morna:
Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a falls count anywhere match, scheduled for one-fall. Either of the competitors can score a pinfal legally, anywhere in this arena. Introducing first... From Wellington, New Zealand, weighing in at 212lbs. He is a member of the Coven 2.0. Hayden HardKore... Jackass!

The booing around the arena intensifies as Hayden's name is read out loud. Not a mind has forgotten the events of the last few weeks, and the unrelenting hatred for the once loved Jackass appears to have been carried forward into the Pay-Per-View. As Hayden dissapears from view into the cloud of white fire, his entrance music heads into the chorus.


"Here, three miles back is where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
The civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted was an answer

Ooooh...

Here, three miles back is where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted..."

Suddenly, Hayden appears at the bottom of the ramp, having walked through the line of blinding fire. He runs out of the end of the flames, sliding int the ring nd coming up onto one knee in one motion, the same smug look stil on his face. He lifts the glasses up off his face, making as if he is about to throw them into the crowd, before smashing them on his knee and scattering the peices outside of the ring, just out of the reach of the fans sitting at ringside. He smiles almost sweetly at the loud reception the crowd has been giving him, and continues to work the crowd up into a frenzy, flipping the bird to each section of the crowd and mouthing off to those within earshot, while he waits for his opponent to make his way to the ring.

Devin Bozz:
Hayden HardKore. What can we say about the guy that hasn't already been said? This man has single-handedly betrayed the trust of every person to ever have considered themselves a fan of GHW. He has ruined his own relationship, burned his own house down, gotten at least one and possibly two superstars suspended indefinately for wrestling without a license, beaten and hospitalised an innocent man with his Ball'n'Chain and spent months planning the whole thing. Hell, he seems to delight in causing other peope as much anguish as possible.

Jimmy Pate:
You just about summed it up. This Jackass has seemed to be running rampant around the halls of GHW, and his name is on the top of everybody's conversation lists at the moment. He is going to be one tough son of a bitch tonight, hell... I'm sure glad its not me in there with him. God only knows what he has up his sleeve tonight.

Devin Bozz:
He is the most cold hearted and possibly the most sick and twisted individual in the business today. As far as criminal masterminds go, he is right up there. Unpredictability is his trump card, so if Gnarfflinger can figure out Hayden's gameplan, he could have him picked. I don't know Jimmy, but I might just pick Gnarf for this one.

Jimmy Pate:
Oh, I think it is far too close to start picking winners Devin. Lets just see how this one pans out.

TBC Gnarfflinger the Butcher

OOC: Got a bit carried away there possibly lol

[gnarfflinger]

The Lights go out.

JP: And here comes the Butcher...

DB: Yeah. Nobody can wait for his arrival. Well, maybe Hayden could, but then again, he loves a good fight.

JP: The Butcher is notorious for taking a match like this all over the building.

DB: Who knows where they will end up...

Pyrotechnic affects go off at the ramp and around the ring as "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loudspeakers. As the pyro subsides a familliar yet disturbing reddish smoke billows from under the ring and ramp as Gnarfflinger the Butcher makes his way to the squared circle.

LM: And his opponent, from West Lorne, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 281 lbs, Gnarfflinger, the Butcher!

Gnarfflinger is carrying his Frying pan, a pair of panchucks and a barbed wire wrapped hockey stick. He places them in his corner and ascends the top rope, eyes fixed on Hayden Hardcore. As he reaches the top, Hayden charges, knocking the Butcher's feet out from under him causing the Butcher to land nuts-first on the steel cable. Hayden then executes a snapmare to bring the Butcher into the ring the hard way.

JP: Hayden Hardcore is not wasting any time getting on the Buthcer.

DB: He can't. You should know better than anyone what this man is capable of. He's not scared of anything either. Not even Honey the Bear could throw him off his game in the Electric Pool Deathmatch!

Hayden then sets the Butcher up for a piledriver or powerbomb, but the Butcher counters with a double leg takedown. Gnarfflinger siezes the momentum and targets the right knee with a knee breaker. The Butcher then twists the knee further, but Hayden grabs the Butcher by the ears and pulls hard enough that Gnarfflinger releases the hold. Hayden then whips the Butcher to the corner, following up with a shoulder tackle.

JP: The Butcher has picked that right knee on Hayden Hardcore trying to ground him.

DB: It's real simple, Jimmy, they can't stand, they can't fight back as well. But it looks like Hayden Hardcore has turned the tide.

Hayden drives his shoulder into the ribs of the Butcher twice before trying to whip him to the opposite corner. Gnarfflinger reverses, sending Hayden for the ride. Gnarfflinger then follows this up with a corner splash. He then grabs the arm, mounts the top rope, but as Hayden prepares to counter the expected Disarmer, but the Butcher instead drops to the apron, using the momentum to flip Hayden Hardkore with an armdrag over the top rope as the Butcher hops to the floor, it throws Hayden unceremoniously into the steel guardrail!

JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher has siezed momentum! Can Hayden Hardkore survive the onslaught?

DB: He'll have to do more than that.

JP: Trust me, the butcher's just getting warmed up...

TBC: Hayden.

[Hayden]

OOC: Just for the record. Are weapons allowed in this match? I notice you came out with some, or is it normal pins count anywhere rules??


Hayden's knees hit the ground first, barely a foot away from the guardrail. With the momentum that Hayden is carrying from the arm drag, his head slams full force into the steel, rebounding off the guardrail. Hayden's back arches awkwardly as his body doubles back on itself, to the point where he is on his knees facing the guardrail and his shoulders are also touching the ground behind himself. Gnarfflinger watches the scene unfold with glee as he casually steps off the ring apron and heads towards his victim.

Jimmy Pate:
Gnarfflinger the Butcher has siezed momentum! Can Hayden Hardkore survive the onslaught?

Devin Bozz:
He'll have to do more than that.

Jimmy Pate:
Trust me, the butcher's just getting warmed up...

Devin Bozz;
Well, if Hayden HardKore could see the twinkle in the Butcher's eyes right now, he would be able to tell that Gnarfflinger has much, much more in store for him tonight.

As Gnarfflinger the Butcher approaches Hayden, his hands at the ready, Hayden groans loudly and opens his eyes. The dazed look on his face only serves to spur the Butcher on and he grabs Hayden by the back of the head, lifting him back up to his knees and driving his forehead into the steel guard railing. Once, twice, three times he relentlessly slams his skull into the unforgiving steel. Fans at ringside reach out to slap Gnarfflinger on the shoulder as he sets about picking Hayden apart piece by piece, but his icy cold gaze that he shoots back deters further contact, instead, the fans busy themselves by making wise-cracks and hurling insults at the incapacitated Jackass, who is by now being helped to his wobbly legs by the Butcher, readying for another attack. Gnarfflinger lifts Hayden up onto his shoulders, so tat Hayden is sitting in the torture rack position and begins to shake the rack violently. Hayden struggles to get free, crying out in agony from the torture rack, but Gnarfflinger seems to have him held firmly in position.

Devin Bozz:
Remember folks, falls count anywhere tonight. This one could be over quickly if Hayden cannot find a way to get out of the torture rack.

Jimmy Pate:
It is an aptly named move Devin, its not called the torture rack for nothing... And there are no ropes down there for Hayden to grab.

The Butcher twirls around slowly, letting the dizziness and blood rush to Hayden's head, making the move more effective. Gnarfflinger nears closer and closer to the ring as the twirls around, finally coming close enough to the ring to execute the next part of his plan. Gnarfflinger falls to the ground onto his back. While falling, he swings Hayden's body round and drives his opponent's head into the steel steps. Hayden's chin bounces off the steps, spurting blood out of his mouth all over the shiny surface of the ring steps. Hayden HardKore curls over in pain, desperately clutching at his head which by now appears to be in quite some pain. Gnarfflinger the Butcher stands to his feet slowly, pacing himself slowly now that he has gained the momentum. Crafty and experienced enough to know that he cannot afford to rush things; he surveys the scene for a split second first, before deciding on the best course of action.

Jimmy Pate:
That had to scramble Jackass's brains a little. He won't know where he is!

Devin Bozz:
Anytime that Gnarfflinger te Butcher has his opponent on his shoulders in a Torture rack, you can only know that pain and punishment are about to follow. I'm no genius, but I would hazard a guess that Hayden is feeling that right now.

Jimmy Pate:
Ha, well it deserves him right quite frankly. Might knock some sense into him. Seriously Devin, if you had something as sweet as Amanda on your arm, what on earth would possess you to do something like what Hayden has done?

Devin Bozz:
If I ever had somebody as beautiful as Amanda hanging off my arm.. Then, well nothing would ever lead me to sabotage that from the inside out. Then again, I am not a psychopathic moron. But opinions aside, I think we should both get back to calling the match Jimmy.

Gnarfflinger stands above Hayden HardKore and lashes out with his boot, catching him with a toe kick to the ribs. Hayden lets out a grunt from the impact of the move, spurring Gnarfflinger to kick him again before dropping his elbow down across the throat of HardKore. Hayden gargles and gasps for breath as he feels the windpipe being cut off. With no time given for his opponent to recover, Gnarfflinger wraps his arms around the neck of Hayden HardKore, locking in a dragon sleeper hold, and applying pressure. His face twists as he puts all of his effort into the hold. Hayden's eyes look as though they are about to pop out of his head as he clasps for air, looking for a way to break the hold...

TBC Gnarf.

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: I assumed they were allowed. Of course, this is a PPV, and a DQ loss can still get someone over if the violence is good enough. I figure that weapons were inevitable and a good old fashioned arena tour is called for.

Gnarfflinger wrenches the neck of Hayden Hardkore even harder as it looks like the Jackass is failing to find answers for the Butcher's punishing offense. Hayden eventually finds the steps and plants his feet against the steps and kicks off then and flips over the Butcher and slips out of the dragon sleeper. The Butcher takes a step back and charges forward, intending to drive Hayden's head into the steel ring steps, but Hayden dodges, and the Butcher drives his knee into the unforgiving steel.

JP: This is Hayden's chance to inflict some damage to the Butcher!

DB: Now let's see if this Jackass can stop the Butcher again, or if he got lucky in the Electric Pool Deathmatch. Come to think of it, that might be why Amanda is no longer with him...

JP: You're still not as bad as Ray...

Hayden sees the Butcher holding the knee, grabs said foot and hops over the guardrail driving the knee onto more unforgiving steel. Gnarfflinger bounces but manages to plant his good leg under him. Hayden sees him straddle the guardrail and kicks the compromised knee, causing the Butcher to lose balance and land in the guardrail, then slide into the crowd holding his nuts. Hayden begins stomping away at Butcher, who now seems to be bleeding from the forehead.

JP: Gnarfflinger split the uprights on that landing, and Hayden Hardkore is making him pay for it.

DB: Remember also Jimmy, these are two of the biggest hardcore stars in this company, and there is a fans bring weapons match later in the show. We could see a preview of that right here!

Gnarfflinger eventually makes it to his hands and knees, eventually regaining his feet while taking a few kicks to the ribs in the process. Both men now bleeding slightly, but they begin trading punches as they make their way through the crowd. Eventually a hard right by the Butcher sends Hayden onto a seat which was quickly vacated by a fan. The Butcher finds enough room for a big boot to knock Hayden Hardcore backwards, his head hitting the cold concrete floor behind him. Gnarfflinger then Attempts a knee breaker, and though he hits it, also drives his own weakened knee into the concrete as well.

TBC: Hayden, or an official with the answer about the weapons question...

[Hayden]

Security guards do their best to try and keep the crazed fans away from the action, clearing enough room around the brawl so that nobody unintentionally gets hurt. Gnarfflinger rolls off Hayden's body clutching his bad knee. Hayden rolls over aswell, spitting out more blood onto the concrete aisle. He tries to gather himself as the Butcher tests his knee and attempts to stagger to his feet. Regaining a vertical base, Gnarfflinger hobbles over to Hayden and lashes out with his boot once more. Hayden lifts his head off the concrete just enough to avoid being kicked in te temple, and Gnarfflinger swipes at air with his foot, frustrating him even more. He looks down at Hayden HardKore to find his opponent eyeballing him from down on the cold, hard concrete. Both men freeze for a moment, their gaze locked, before Hayden sweepes out Gnarfflinger's ankles. This sends the Butcher crashing to the ground once more, and he lands on his bad knee at the point of impact, sending shockwaves through his body. He tries to stand, but the kne buckles under him painfully, sending him back to the ground. The crowd around the fight boo Hayden loudly as he stumbles to his feet, with one fan in particular hurling an insult at him within earshot of the camera crew, saying...
"You suck, Jackass... Go back to New Zealand and shag a sheep!"

Hayden reels around insttantly, looking for the source of the voice, who is now half hiding behind a security guard, beckoning for Hayden to come at him. Unexpectedly to the loudmouth fan, that is exactly what Hayden does, and winds up his left fist, unleashing a lightning fast Power of the SouthPaw straight into the face of the fan, turning his lights out and laying him out flat on his back. The security guard pushes Jackas away, and the ref intervenes, having stern words spoken out of earshot with Hayden. Hayden does not protest the claims, simnply craking a smile at the ref as he is being lectured.

Devin Bozz:
Well, there is a fine right there. You can't go around punching the lights out of any poor fan in the stands Hayden HardKore, there are laws against that.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeah, but it was on hell of a punch. Did you see him shake his knuckles afterwards, he might have broken something there. That poor guy went down faster than a Two Dolar hooker

Devin Bozz:
That is disgusting. Why is it that every time I pair up with one of you guys from Decimation the conversation takes a turn for the worse?

Jimmy Pate:
Haha, that would be Ray's influence Bozz. You shoudl know that by now!

Finally, the ref proceeds to check on the knocked out fan, leaving Gnarfflinger and Hayden unnatended. Relishing the chance given to him, Hayden looks over at Gnarfflinger. His opponent is just managing to stand to his feet, and is stretching out his knee a little to make sure he can stand properly. Hayden dashes over behind Gnarfflinger and clenches his fist. He crouches down low and brings his arm up in between Gnarflinger's legs, low blowing the Butcher and letting him fall to his knees once more. Gnarfflinger's eyes open as wide as saucers from the unexpected shot as his hands reach down to cover the pain. Seeing his oponent unprotected, Hayden dropkicks te back of Gnarflinger's head and his opponent falls over sideways, coming to rest on the concrete once more.

Jimmy Pate:
Oh my! That is a feeling that no man ever wants to have to go through. I can feel his pain from here.

Devin Bozz:
Really Jimmy? I wasn't aware that you had balls... I'm just joking you round, that is something I would usually say to Ray if he was in your seat right now.

Jimmy Pate:
Well fair enough too. I have been commentating him for afew years now and I am still sure he has no balls.Seriously though, the ref should probably get this thing back under control before Hayden HardKore bends any more rules.

Standing up from the dropkick, Hayden walks afew steps away frm Gnarfflinger, picking up the chair that Gnarfflinger had kicked him off beforehand and setting it up in line with his opponent. He then continues about ten paces away from Gnarfflinger, before turning around and waiting for the right moment to strike. He targets his opponent, as if looking down the barrell of a gun. He stands just over ten paces away from Gnarfflinger, with a chair sitting on the groound in between himself anfd the Butcher. Gnarfflinger stirs slightly, the beginnings of the signs of life, and lifts his head. Slowly, Gnarfflinger makes his way to one knee, looking to drag himself to his feet. Seeing his window of opportunity, Hayden begins to run, picking up pace on his way towards Gnarfflinger...

TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

Hayden Hardkore moves in for the kick, not catching the Butcher clean, but kicking the chair into a crowd of fans, but catching an elbow from the Butcher clumsily sending both men to the concrete near where the obnoxious fan was knocked out for heckling the Jackass. As Hayden gets up, one of the obnoxious fan's buddies spits in Hayden's face. As Hayden moves to confront this fan, the referee moves in to break this up. Another fan hands the Butcher a cheese grater, and behind the referee's back, the Butcher slams the cheese grater into the forehead of Hayden. Hayden is well bloodied before the ref extricates himself from the fan, requiring the Butcher to discard the cheese grater.

JP: The Crafty Veteran using some questionable tactics of his own while the referee is distracted.

DB: The Ref can't disqualify Gnarfflinger because he didn't actually see the cheese grater, but you know damned well that he wouldn't believe the Butcher if he denied using the weapon...

Hayden is now sporting the old crimson mask as he fires back at the Butcher. Gnarfflinger drives a knee into Hayden's gut in an attempt to prevent Hayden from building momentum, but Hayden continues firing. The shifting of position leads the two brawling badmen to the rink boards. Gnarfflinger ducks a right hand from Hayden, lifts him and drops him with his chest across the top of the boards. Gnarfflinger climbs to the top of the rink boards, lifts Hayden partially then drops to the floor behind the boards, with almost a powerslam driving Hayden's chest into the boards again.

DB: Hayden Hardkore is in trouble now.

JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher has taken this fight into his environment. What other tortures can he inflict on GHW's resident Jackass?

DB: These fans payed good money to find out, and they haven't been disappointed yet...

Gnarfflinger then drags Hayden across the boards and hip-tosses him onto the concrete steps leading to the entrance ramp. Hayden arches his back in pain upon landing, allowing the Butcher to stomp his ribs a good one before Hayden can land a clubbing shot into the injured knee of the Butcher sending him face first into a quickly vacated chair. Hayden follows this up with a schoolboy roll whipping the Butcher's back on the stairs, his head striking a chair on the other side.

DB: Some quick thinking by Hayden Hardkore has saved him from the onslaught of the former CHarging Glory Champion. Too bad it couldn't help him keep Amanda happy...

JP: I'm not sad about that if she's available now.

DB: You have a good point there, Jimmy.

Hayden then recovers his feet, drags the Butcher by the feet towards the entrance ramp, and catapults him face first into the steel hand rail which grants access to the higher portion of the lower deck. Hayden takes a few steps back, runs at the Butcher, jumps with a knee, but the Butcher dodges, Hayden drives his knee hard into the concrete wall, bounces off and rolls into the ramp.

Crowd: *You Fucked Up* chant.

JP: Hayden Hardkore went for what could have been lights out for the Butcher, but Gnarfflinger ducked out of the way, and now Hayden Hardkore is in real trouble!

DB: That was the knee that the Butcher was working on earlier too. If the Butcher decides to capitalize, then Hayden could be out of more than just this match!

JP: Gnarfflinger has regained his footing and sees Hayden vulnerable...

DB: What is that crazy bastard doing?

The Butcher climbs to the concrete barrier at the top of the ramp, collects a Frying pan from a nearby fan and launches himself for an Arabian skull crusher. A security guard pulls the referee, who was checking on Hayden Hardkore, out of harm's way, but he does not see the Frying pan introduced at this juncture.

Crowd: *Holy Shit* chant.

JP: Hayden Hardkore has to be out cold!

DB: But from the look of the Butcher, he has to be thinking that his move was not the brightest thing he could have done...

TBC: Hayden...

[Hayden]

OOC: Can you PM me Gnarf with a description of what a rink board is. Things sometimes get lost in translation coming from America to New Zealand lol

Hayden is lying sprawled out, face down on the concrete floor. The discarded frying pan clangs across the concrete floor before coming to a rest against a wall supporting the upper section of the stands. The camera folows the frying pan as it skittles across the ground, zoming in on it when it finally comes to a rest. Closer inspection reveals traces of Hayden's blood smeared over the bottom surface of the pan, while the fans still let their chant of "Holy Shit... Holy Shit... ring out loud and proud around the arena. The camera slowly pans across the drones of screaming fans before coing to focus again on the two men involved in the match. Gnarfflinger is groaning in pain, his back arched and holding his lower back. His face is torn up in pain and his eyes shut tight as he writhes about in agony. Hayden HardKore still lies face down, unmoving. Not so much as a flinch. A small poling of blood as started to colect around his face from the punishement in the match so far but he seems to be out cold and unable to do anything about it.

Jimmy Pate:
All Gnarfflinger the Butcher needs to do is pin Jackass and this thing is done, just roll over and pin the bastard!

Devin Bozz:
He could pin him ten times and win every time. Hayden is, as they ay on the streets... Out Cold.

Jimmy Pate:
Devin, I have no idea what streets you are from, but I am reasonably sure they have other sayings nowdays. Maybe back in your days...

Devin Bozz:
Maybe... But the reality still remains, that Gnarfflinger needs to finish this thing. He cant win the match if he is incapacitated too. He looks as though he might have broken his tilbone there, or done some serious damage. That was a heck of a fal to land on your lower back.

Jimmy Pate:
Carreers are ended from moves like that, and it looks as though Gnarfflinger is in a whole world of pain right now.

Gnarfflinger has managed to roll over onto his front, and proceeds to claw his way along the ground towards a ledge that he can use to prop himself up on. Eventually, he finds reaches a chair, and pulls himself up onto it, resting momentarily before pushing himself back onto his shaky feet. Gnarfflinger surveys the scene before locating his opponent, who is still lying face down in the concrete. Hayden coughs out more blood and moans quietly, the first signs of life he has managed since being hit by Gnarfflinger's car-wreck of a move. Slowly, the Butcher makes his way over to Hayden, who still lies face down, although moving his arms and legs ever so sligtly now. Gnarfflinger reaches his opponent afew moments later, and collapses onto the body of Hayden, rolling him over into a pinning position. The ref slides into position, and all eyes in the arena are fixed on the action.

Devin Bozz:
This will probably be it folks. Hayden HardKore appears to be out to lunch. Im not sure he even knows what state he is in.

Jimmy Pate:
Im not sure he would know that even if he was awake right now... But Gnarfflinger the Butcher has him in a pin, and all the ref has to do is call the three count...

The ref raises his hand and slaps it down onto the concrete, the crowd chanting aong with the ref..."One!....
Two!...
Th..."

Hayden HardKore raises a single shoulder with every ounce of strength he could muster from within, and the ref cuts te pinfall off with his hand inches away from calling the match over. The crowd let out a loud boo of disapproval as the ref claims that the match is still underway, with many fans prematurely celebrating Hayden's loss. Nevertheless, the veteran Gnarfflinger does not let the near fall get to him, and sets about getting right back to work.

Jimmy Pate:
He kicked out! Say what you like about Hayden HardKore, but the reality remains that he sure can take a beating. He has to be one of the hardest men in GHW to keep down for long enough to pick up a win.

Devin Bozz:
And that is part of what makes him such a good in ring competitor... That and the fact that he can dish out as much punishment as he takes. But I stil in no way condone his out of ring activities as of late. Not even for a second.

Gnarfflinger looks over Hayden's body, as Hayden slowly opens his eyes, the pain stil etched into his face. Jackass stares up at Gnarfflinger momentarily before closing his eyes again, his face screwed up like he just ate a lemon. Gnarflinger stands to his feet slowly and bends down to help Hayden to his feet, as he cannot stand by himself. Gnarfflinger supports the whole weight of Hayden's body as he stands, with HardKore's legs dragging behind. Hayden's head remains down, his chin touching his chest, and although he is breathing and moving slightly, it does not appear that he has any idea where he is. Gnarfflinger relishes the chance and pushes his groggy opponent towards a row of chairs, which he topples over and tangles himself up in before landing awkwardly on top of one, while another traps his ankle like a vice. Gnarfflinger jumps at him, aiming for the trapped leg, jumping with enough force to possibly snap the ankle bone completely. Sensing someting is wrong and acting out of instinct more than anything, Hayden puts his leg into the air, and catches Gnarfflinger direclty in the forehead with his boot. The chair is stil wrapped around his leg as he connects with the kick, and this clangs off the ide of Gnarfflinger's head, sending him straight down to the ground. Gnarfflinger falls onto another row of chairs, with one driving into the small of his back as he bounces off it on his way to the concrete floor again. He lands with a thud afew feet away from Hayden, as Hayden shakes the chair off his foot and rolls himself onto his knees, slowly clawing his way to his feet.

Devin Bozz:
And somehow, some way. Hayden HardKore escapes the killing blow once again, possibly throwing this match right open again.

Jimmy Pate:
This is incredible wrestling, action at its finest. This could be over in any minute, or it could go on al night... I have no idea!

Hayden has managed to stagger to his feet, and shakily looks around. He stumbles forward, like a child learning to walk for the first time, and wipes the mixture of sweat and bloow off his brow. He heads away from his opponent for afew paces, making a beeline for one of the chairs that is lying around. Instead of picking the chair up, Hayden stands on the chair, his back facing towards Gnarfflinger. He crouches down on the chair for afew moments before standing up tal, his face still plastered with a dazed and glazed look. It is still unsure if he knows what is going on, but his mind appears to working at least. Suddenly, through all of the pain, all of the blood and al of the punishment, he smiles. It is the kind of smile that defines a person. A sick, twisted smile that you see on the face of a psychopathic killer. He crouches down on the chair again slightly and jumps backwards, moonsaulting in the air and landing squarely on the torso of Gnarfflinger, scattering chairs in all directions as he lands.

Jimmy Pate:
He just Moonsaulted off a chair... And by God it worked!

Devin Bozz:
That is a clear message to Gnarfflinger and all of those out there that this is not over... Not by a long shot. This match is just getting good!

Jimmy Pate:
I have a feeling that these two men will tear each other apart before this night is over, ad tear the entire arena apart while they are at it... Yeehaw!

Hayden rols off Gnarfflinger, holding his back from the shockwaves of the impact as he once again tries to stagger to his feet. Gnarfflinger is writhing about on the floor, trying to take his mind off the pain that is searing through his body right now. As Hayden stands, he trains his eyes on the upper level of the stands, an all familiar twinkle in his eye as he no doubt forms an idea in his head...

TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: All right, Tour time!

Hayden goes for the pin, but is dismayed to learn that the Butcher has kicked out a hair's breath before the three count. Hayden berates the official while the fans voice their displeasure with Hayden.

Crowd: *You're a Jackass* chant.

Hayden shows off a double one fingered wave to the crowd before turning back to the Butcher. He then grabs the hardcore veteran by the head and setting him up for a piledriver, but Gnarfflinger resists and delivers a back body drop sending Hayden onto the hard concrete floor. Gnarfflinger then drives an elbow into the chest of Hayden. Hayden tries to roll away, but the Butcher smells blood and follows his prey towards the next ramp where the fans enter the seating area. The Referee missteps and lands with his nose between the breasts of a hot woman with a low-cut blouse. Her large boyfriend objects to this, and shoves the referee away from the action. Gnarfflinger notices this and grabs a beer from a fan, downs it, spits the foam into Hayden's face then smashes the bottle over the head of the Jackass. Hayden backs away from the Butcher but finds himself up against a steel railing. Gnarfflinger then delivers a dropkick to Hayden sending him over the rail and down to the concrete below. Hayden lands on his feet and bounces off the concrete wall, but is met with a bionic elbow from the Butcher. Hayden gives way enough for the Butcher's head to carry forward into the same concrete wall.

DB: Did you see that Jimmy? The Butcher just delivered a punishing blow to Hayden, but the Jackass just countered, sending the Butcher into the Concrete wall!

JP: Both men in bad shape here. Gnarfflinger has to have a concussion after hitting that wall with his head...

Gnarfflinger staggers towards the concourse as Hayden realizes the situation, grabs a steel chair and charges, smashing the Butcher with the chair. The two brawl out into the area where fans are still lined up for beer, bathrooms and merchandise. the two brawl their way to a merchandise shack where Hayden then decides to powerbomb the Butcher through the table, but Gnarfflinger lands a right hand to the schnozz and turns the move into a face buster, putting Hayden through the table while the butcher lands harmlessly on a box of shirts. Gnarfflinger then finds a "slam Jam Nation" shirt and begins choking Hayden with it.

JP: The Butcher is touring the arena. This never works out for the opponent!

DB: This is an insurance nightmare. I love it!

Hayden instinctively plants an elbow into the groin of the Butcher, doubling him over as he drags the Butcher towards a nearby lounge. Hayden throws Gnarfflinger over the railing and across the table. Hayden climbs to the table and clotheslines the Butcher sending the two through a table. Hayden then Irish whips his opponent towards the bar. Gnarfflinger hits the bar with the small of his back. Hayden flirts with a woman in the lounge while the Butcher grabs a bottle from under the bar. Hayden turns around as the Butcher seems to be chugging from the bottle. Gnarfflinger then produces a cigarette lighter and spits the alcohol across the flame into a burst of flame catching Hayden in the face! The Crowd gasps as Hayden falls to the floor holding his face...

DB: DAMN! Gnarfflinger is literally playing with fire here tonight!

JP: Can Hayden Hardcore recover from this?

TBC: Hayden.

OOC: Just bring back the ref or bring in a replacement ref when it's convenient for you, but this way we can use weapons with impunity...

[Hayden]

Hayden rolls around on the floor, holding his face. Gnarfflinger breathes in through his nose, smelling burning flesh, and the smell seems to satisfy him somewhat. Hayden pulls his hands away from his face momentarily, revealing blotchy burnt spots over his forehead and the side of one of his cheeks. His eyebrows have been burnt clean off and his eye is nearly closed as his cheek has swollen up. With his good eye, he looks up at Gnarfflinger, who is looking back down at him, a smirk on his face. He upturns the bottle, pouring alcohol all over Hayden's head and dripping down his chest. Gnarfflingr reaches for the lighter once more, but Hayden trips him up, sliding his feet out from under him. Gnarfflinger's head slams into the bar as he falls to the ground awkwardy. Hayden props himself up on one of the barstools, dragging himself to his feet before reaching across the bar for another drink.

Jimmy Pate:
This has turned into a good ol' fashioned bar brawl. this is where things get dangerous

Devin Bozz:
Where in the hell is the ref? These two will rip eachotehr apart if they get the chance. I can't have my superstars killing each other. Get another damned ref out there!

Jimmy Pate:
Well the referee that is scheduled for this match is... somewhat occupied right now. It appears he chose the wrong peice of eye candy to oggle.

Devin Bozz:
Oggling aside Jimmy, there is a damned match going on right as we speak!

Hayden clutches at a bottle with each hand, spinning round to see where Gnarfflinger had gotten to. After hitting his head again, Gnarfflinger seems to be getting up rather slowly, his eyes looking a little distant and his body wavering ever so slightly. Hayden takes the opportunity to smash one of the bottles over Gnarfflinger's head, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, cutting into Gnarfflinger's skull with razor sharp edges. The contents of the bottle pour out all over the Butcher, while Hayden follows up the attack with a second bottle, smashing it across Gnarfflingers head in the same fashion as the first. Alcohol is now flooding over both of the men, and shards of glass are strewn across the bar. Gnarfflinger collapses to the ground again, bood mixed with alcohol pouring out of a gash on the top of his head, towards the back of his skull. Hayden observes the scene with a twisted smile on his face. His hand reaches backwards to the bar nce more, this time picking up an item smaller than a beer bottle, he picks up Gnarfflinger the Butcher's discarded lighter.

Devin Bozz:
Dear God no! There is enough alcohol around there to power a funny-car, a flick of that lighter and both men will go up in flames.

Jimmy Pate:
Surely that is not what he has in mind Devin, not even Hayden HardKore is that crazy. He must know the risks involved.

Hayden looks at the lighter, examining it in his hands carefuly. With no remorse, not even so much as a blink of an eye, he flicks the flint of the lighter, and the small flame flickers out of the end of it. Hayden looks down to wherre Gnarfflinger lies on the ground, looking up at him windering if Hayden is faking it. With a small grin on his face, Hayden flicks the lighter towards Gnarffinger, and the fumes of the alcohol ignite. It is like a Molotov cocktail going off. Flames engulf Gnarfflinger first before spreading up Hayden's legs and engulfing him too. Screams of pain can be heard from within the flames as both men desperately try to put out the flames.

Jimmy Pate:
Fire, fire. Good god almighty. Both men are on fire... This has gone far far beyond just being a match when a man willingly sets another man on fire.

Devin Bozz:
And himself... I think Hayden HardKOre really seriously needs to get some professional help. People just don't do that!

Thankfully, the bartender is close at hand and grabs the bar's fire extinguisher, setting to work on the flames. He sprays both men with the extinguisher, covering them in foam from head to toes. Slowly, the screams subside to groans of pain. The foam covered figure of Gnarfflinger drags himself up to his feet, using the bar for assistance and looks over the bar for his opponent. Hayden is standing afew feet away from him, also covered in foam. For a moment, both men lock eyes in a Western-style standoff. After afew seconds f uncomfortable silence and anticipation, both men run at each other, and the fight is on again. Foam fies in all directions, covering the bar, the bartender and al of the tables and chairs in the vicinity of where the men are brawling. As the foam clears, it becomes more clear who is who. Gnarfflinger strikes Hayden across the face, turning him around. Hayden retaliates wiith a strong clothesline, spinning Gnarfflinger around his arm. Gnarfflinger does a complete somersault from the force of the move, before landing on one of the tables in the bar, collapsing the table. He ends up in a pile of body and bits of table on the ground, but Hayden is unrelenting in his attack and grabs Gnarfinger by the scruff of the neck, dragging him along the ground towards the exit of the bar.

Devin Bozz:
Looks like Hayden has had enough of the bar... He never was much of a drinker.

Jimmy Pate:
Look at the carnage these two have left behind them. I shudder to think where they are headed next. And for the love of god, what has happened to the ref?

Hayden drags Gnarfflinger's body along the ground, his grip tight as the Butcher struggles to get free. They reach the concourse once again, and Hayden pulls Ganrfflinger up to his feet stongly and pushes him along the concourse towards one of the ramps leading to the upper level of the stands. He holds his grip on Gnrafflinger's neck tightly, keeping him at arms length as he forces him to march towards the ramp...

TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: DAMN!

Gnarfflinger struggles against the vice-like grip of Hayden Hardcore, eventually resorting to an elbow to the nuts. Hayden loses his hold of the Butcher, who then Irish whips Hayden towards the nearby concession stand. Gnarfflinger spears him as he bounces hard off the counter. The Butcher then bashes Hayden's head off the counter then throws him over the counter. Gnarfflinger climbs over the counter himself, but Hayden catches him in the groin. Hayden then throws the Butcher head first into the cooler, shattering the glass door. Hayden then plants a right foot into the ribs of his opponent. Hayden then helps himself to a slice of pizza while continuing to kick the Butcher.

DB: Such style by the Jackass...

JP: This is disrespectful to the Butcher. He has a reputation for making people pay for that...

Gnarfflinger extricates himself from the cooler, only to have Hayden move in on him. Gnarfflinger counters with a flapjack, dropping Hayden's face onto the grill. Hayden is holding his face as he recoils from the hot landing. Gnarfflinger then tackles him and they go through a door into the freezer. Hayden reversed throwing the butcher into a stack of boxes, which topple and fall on him. Hayden uses the situation to his advantage and climbs a second stack and drops a fist on the Butcher. Gnarfflinger pulls himself from under the stack only to see Hayden with another large box, which he slams into the Butcher's head.

JP: Adrenaline has taken over for these two, as they seem to be shrugging off the pain of all these wicked injuries...

DB: For either one of these men to win they will have to literally render the opponent helpless!

The two make their way through another door and back to the concourse. They battle into the men's room, where Gnarfflinger hits a drop toe hold causing Hayden to land face first on a sink. Gnarfflinger then shoves Hayden's into a toilet and flushes...

JP: The Brown Swirlie! It's been a long time since the Butcher has hit one of those!

DB: Hayden Hardkore can't be pleased with that one. Gnarfflinger will pay for that one soon enough...

TBC: Hayden.

[Hayden]

Gnarfflinger holds down Hayden's head into the toilet, the faint sound of gargling that can be heard over the flushing of the toilet pleasing his heart somewhat. When he decides that Hayden has seen enough of the bottom of the toilet bowl he pulls his head out of the bowl. Hayden gasps in a huge breath as a trail of water drips from his head all over his body. Gnarfflinger smashes his head into the top of the bowl for good measure, the gashes over Hayden's face staining the bowl red with his blood.

Jimmy Pate:
These men have pushed each other to the limits tonight. Neither one looks as though they are ready to give up, but neither man looks as though they have the strength to go on.

Devin Bozz:
The proverbial wall Jimmy. The winner of this match will be the man who can push through the wall. They're running on fumes now, beating each other senseless.

Gnarfflinger stands Hayden up onto his feet so that Hayden stands dazed on his jelly legs. The Butcher then proceeds to drive his shoulder into Hayden’s chest, driving him into the side wall of the cubicle. The entire cubicle rocks with every blow and every blow is driven with more force than the blow before it until the wall of the toilet cubicle collapses and Hayden is sent sprawling across the floor, with Hayden falling onto the collapsed wall as it falls to the ground also. Only the metal framing of the toilet cubicle remains as both men look up in astonishment to what had just happened. Gnarfflinger stands above Hayden, still crouched and ready to hit his opponent with his next shoulder charge when Hayden pulls him forwards by the wrist. Gnarfflinger falls over the top of Hayden and his head crashes into the bowl of the toilet in the next cubicle. Gnarfflinger falls strangely still as he comes to rest against the toilet, his eyes closed like he is asleep. This gives Hayden a chance to slide out from underneath Gnarfflinger, staggering to his feet once again.

Devin Bozz:
Well I guess they don’t make toilets like they used to. And Gnarfflinger the Butcher hit his head very hard on that toilet bowl on his way to the ground.

Jimmy Pate:
Hayden HardKore survives again… This time by sheer luck. But he seized the opportunity and made the most of what he had to play with, and now it is the Butcher who lies out cold on the toilet floor.

Devin Bozz:
You know, it is not every day that we get to say something like that as commentators Jimmy. If you had told me that this match would end up in the toilets earlier today, I would have thought you were joking. This has gone far far beyond just a wrestling match.

Jimmy Pate:
You got that right Bozz. Any time you give another man a Brown Swirlie it has gotten personal.

Hayden grabs Gnarfflinger by the arm and stands him to his feet, yanking the arm nearly out of its socket. He supports Gnarfflinger’s weight as he heads towards the urinals n the wall of the men’s room. The urinals stand alone like little pods along the wall, each one separated by a shield of porcelain that protrudes from the wall, not any higher than the urinal itself. This gives the sense of each one having its own little cubicle. Hayden pushes Gnarfflinger into one of the porcelain shields, and he connects with his abdomen, nearly falling over to the other side of the shield. The Butcher lets out an “oomph” sound as the wind is expelled from his lungs. Reeling from the attack, Gnarfflinger picks himself up off the shield and turns to face his opponent, only to be met with a dropkick to his knee that causes the knee to buckle. Hayden lands on one foot as Gnarfflinger falls backwards into the shield once more, this time hitting it with his back. A cracking sound can be heard coming from the porcelain as Gnarfflinger connects with it. He lets out a grunt and tries to stand to his feet, but Hayden is on him too quickly, running at him and spearing him into the porcelain shield. With an almighty smash, the shield breaks off the wall, sending shards of porcelain in al directions and cutting into the bodies of both Fighty fighty persons. The shield bounces along the ground, skidding to the end of the row, and both men follow shortly after, with Hayden driving the back of the Butcher into the cold hard tiles of the floor.

Jimmy Pate:
They are tearing the place apart! Nowhere is safe from these two maniacs.

Devin Bozz;
We need to get a ref up there right now. How hard can they be to find, you just have to follow the trail of destruction… Yes, I am hearing now that there is another ref en route to the men’s room to get this all under control.

Hayden rolls off Gnarfflinger and feeling the momentum driving through his veins, he kips up quickly to a vertical base. Hayden walks briskly over to where the porcelain shield had skidded to a halt and picks it up, cutting his hand on the porcelain in the process and cursing quietly. A renewed look of determination and anger on his face, Hayden makes his way back over to Gnarfflinger, who is bent on al fours trying to summon up the energy to stand and hits him across the back of the neck with the shield. The Butcher falls to the ground again, face down. Hayden throws the shield at him and it strikes his shoulder before coming to a rest against one of the urinals. With a mischievous grin on his face, Hayden grabs a hold of the now lifeless looking Butcher and drags him towards the urinal in question, placing his head sideways into the bowl. Gnarfflinger does not react, in fact, it is not sure whether he is conscious or not. Adding to his plan, Hayden picks up the broken porcelain shield and places it over the top of Gnarfflinger’s face, so that his head is between the shield and the bowl. Hayden then backs away to the hand basins and lines his target up.

Devin Bozz:
Dear god, what is going through Hayden HardKore’s mind right now?

Jimmy Pate:
Whatever it is, it does not look good for Gnrafflinger.

Hayden runs at Gnarfflinger, picking up as much speed as possible across the tiled floor and connects with a hard dropkick to the porcelain shield, crushing Gnarfflinger’s face between the porcelain of the urinal and the porcelain of the discarded shield. The shield cracks into three pieces, shards of porcelain cutting Gnarfflinger’s cheek to ribbons as he collapses to the ground, blood pouring from his face. The urinal is now covered in red from the blood oozing out of Gnarfflinger’s wounds and sports a large crack rigt down the centre. Hayden scrambles to his feet once more, looking over Gnarfflinger with a satisfied look on his face after the brutal attack.

Jimmy Pate:
Holy Shit! Forget the ref, we may need the EMT team up there!

Devin Bozz:
Jackass connected with a sickening crack on that dropkick and Gnarfflinger the Butcher’s head was virtually crushed between two slabs of unforgiving porcelain.

Jimmy Pate:
Not to mention, that was a urinal Bozz. Imagine the smell; he had his nose right in there. It makes me sick just thinking about it. Hayden HardKore really is an unrelenting bastard.

Devin Bozz:
You won’t find any arguments from me on that Jimmy P…


TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

EMT's arrive in the Men's room before the replacement official. They put Gnarfflinger on one stretcher and wheel him towards the First Aid room. Hayden HardKore is also escorted to receive Medical attention. They get to the medical room with no sign of the new Referee. At this point, Hayden grabs the defibulator and stratles the Butcher.

HH: CLEAR!

At that point, the Butcher raises his knee into the groin of the Jackass, who recoils, connecting the paddles to his nut sack! Hayden falls over convulsing from the new degree of pain that has hit him.

DB: (whimpering) That had to hurt!

JP: (also whimpering) I think after that one, Hayden would be content to simply allow the Butcher to work him over. It would be less painful that way...

The Butcher then places Hayden Hardcore on the stretcher, grabs a steel first aid kit from the wall, climbs a table and launches himself off the table, the steel case between himself and the still hurting Hayden. The Stretcher collapses under the added weight and momentum. The Butcher then finds a rectal thermometer and shoves the business end into Hayden's mouth, leading the EMT's to gag. Gnarfflinger grabs an aspirin, crushes it in his hand, and tosses the powder in Hayden's face as he gets to his feet. Hayden swings blindly as the Butcher ducks the flailing blows. Eventually the Butcher grabs an arm, whips Hayden into the concrete wall and then drives a forearm into the small of Hayden's back. Gnarfflinger drags Hayden out of the room and towards an office.

DB: Hey, that looks like my office! Keep those two out of there!

JP: This may be the last match like this for either of these guys for a long time. I see a lot of Cage matches and Lumberjack matches for them...

Hayden gets his eyes clear and escapes the Grip of the Butcher. Hayden then shoves the Butcher through the door and into Mr. Bozz's office. Hayden shoves the Butcher into the office chair, picks up the monitor (one of the old school ones that took up most of the desk) and smashes it over the head of the Butcher!

DB: Do you have any Idea how hard those are to clean up? That's going to leave shards of glass in my chair!

Jimmy bites his lip to avoid a wise crack as Hayden then takes the Keyboard and starts choking out the Butcher with the cord. Gnarfflinger tries to stand and backs up, knocking over the tower causing it to land on it's side on the ground. The Momentum sends Hayden backwards over the desk, and with the Butcher's weight on top of him down hard onto the tower smashing it under their weight!

DB: WE'll see how popular those two *bleep* are when the rest of the locker room finds out that the payroll was on that machine!

Jimmy snickers as then Butcher then lifts Hayden to his shoulders and hits a Cleaver Slam through the desk!

DB: That's it, Security, get those two *bleep* out of my *bleep* office RIGHT *bleep* NOW!

Jimmy has lost control and is now laughing uncontrolably.

DB: And book Ray White for World Warz so I can cut Jimmy's paycheck!

That sobers Jimmy up. Two Police officers enter the office to break up the altercation between the two. Hayden sees the opportunity and grabs the Nightstick from one officer and bludgeons the Butcher over the head with it. Gnarfflinger, meanwhile, has collected a pair of handcuffs and punches Hayden in the head with them. Hayden grabs a Taser from the first cop and shocks the Butcher. As the Butcher collapses, Hayden handcuffs the Butcher and starts working over the Butcher with the Nightstick while the cops call for back-up. More officers swarm the office and drag both combatants to the security area. The new referee has found them there and seeks to restore order to this match.

TBC: Hayden.

[Hayden]

Both men are sat down on chairs, facing each other across opposite sides of the room. Both men look like complete messes, their faces and bodies dripping with sweat and blood, shoulders heaving with every painful breath. Surrounding each of the men is a gaggle of security officers, and the ref stands in the center of the room, having just entered through the door. His face is flused red, and he is puffing heavily. He has obviously run from a fair way across the arena complex to meet the Fighty fighty persons at the security office. The referee also sports a hearty black eye and some bruising around the cheek and mouth, evidently from his altercation with the over protective fan earlier in the match. After catching his breath for a moment, the ref raises his hands, calling out to both Hayden HardKore and Gnarfflinger the Butcher in a rough, angry voice.

Referee (David Baldaris):
Enough! You think you can get away that easily? I am in charge here, and I say what goes. This is a one fall match and my decision is final. Got that?

Both men stare each other down, albiet subdued from their previous encounter, the hatred in their eyes still burns true. One by one, both Gnarfflinger and Hayden HardKore manage to stifle a casual nod toward the ref, neither one taking his eyes off the other. The ref turns to the security officers, nodding for them to stand down.

Referee (David Baldaris):
I will take it from here gentlemen. Lets get this damned match over and done with. I really don't give a damn which one of you wins... I am sick of both of you.

With that, the referee thwos open the door and steps out into the concourse once again. Hayden HardKore follows the referee out of the security room, having being thrown out onto the concrete by several of the officers, and Gnarfflinger follows suit soon after in similar fashion. The referee crouches into position to cover both men as they crawl to their feet, draging themselves off the concrete. Hayden is first to his feet, and takes a dazed look around his surroundings before Gnarfflinger stumbles himself to a vertical base.

Devin Bozz:
Thank god that some order has finaly been restored to this match. Both men have even had a small chance to recuperate a little as they were being lectured by the referee.

Jimmy Pate:
Man, he looked pissed! I think I saw the same type of vein popping out of his head as I saw on yours Bozz when you were watching your office being destroyed.

Jimmy stifles another small snicker at Bozz's misfortune, but this is quelled quickly by an icy gaze given by his commentry partner.

Devin Bozz:
... You just watch your mouth there bub. Remember who has all the power in this partnership here.

Jimmy Pate:
Sorry, I forget. You're the Bozz.

Devin Bozz;
Damn straight, and don't you forget... woah!

Bozz is cut short in his small talk as Gnarfflinger clubs Hayden with a double axe handle across the back of the head, sending Hayden stumbling forward. The match, it appears, is back on. Now cautious of the ref's watchful eye on the men, Gnarfflinger grabs a hold of Hayden's head and drag him down to the ground in a Bulldog, slamming his forehead into the concrete with a thud. Hayden groans loudly and rolls over, clutching at his head. While Hayden rolls around in pain, Gnarfflinger winds a leg up to kick out at Hayden towards the ribs, but the fast thinking Jackass catches the Butcher's boot in mid air, twisting te ankle into a madified Ankle lock, the angle of the move throwing Gnarfflinger off balance. Hayden lies almost underneath Gnarfflinger, applying pressure to one of the ankles, while he kicks out the back of the Butchers free leg, causing him to fall to his knees. Hayden locks the Butcher in place, clamping Gnarfflingers free leg down onto the concrete by placing his own knee over the top and shifting his weight to keep him stationary. With the new angle of the move, Hayden can twist the ankle backwards into an unnatural angle, and Gnarfflinger screams out in pain from the move, desperately trying to find a way out, but Hayden's grip is too tight.

Jimmy Pate:
Wow, there's something new from Hayden HardKore. I don't think I have ever seen him use that move before.

Devin Bozz:
It looks to be some type of an inverted ankle lock. HardKore has always been the innovative one, thinking up new moves and improving his arsenal. I bet he has been saving up the chance to use this move for a while, waiting for the right opportunity to do so.

Jimmy Pate:
Well whatever it is, it sure looks to be effective. Gnarfflinger is screaming like a baby, and if he doesn't find a way to break the hold, he might be forced to tap out right here

Hayden strains his face, looking up towards the ceiling as he twists the ankle to breaking point. Gnarflfinger's face has turned a shade of crimson as he musters all the strength he can to breaking the hold. The ref comes down to Gnarfflinger's level, asking him if he wishes to give in, but is met wit a hearty F**k off in reply. The hold continues...

TBC Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

The Butcher flails his free leg into the trapped ankle, catching Hayden's wrist, loosening the grip. The Butcher then wastes no time in removing the leg from the submission attempt. As Hayden regains his fee, the Butcher pushes off his lease injured leg with a spear, sending them both into a door labeled "Danger: Authorized Personnel Only!"

JP: Now where did these two end up?

DB: I don't know, but I gotta see this...

The room turns out to be a camera control centre. There are monitors every where and people controlling the camera angles for the PPV and the giant screen as well as the overhead scoreboard display.

Ref: *Bleep* my *Bleep * and call me a *Bleep*

HH: That's what your Mom said...

GtB: A Mother joke? Can't you do better than a *bleep* mother Joke? *bleep* flavour of the month...

HH: Your mom's vote is always for sweat and *bleep*.

GtB: Son, leave your Grandmother out of this...

The Crew scatters as the two trade punches. Hayden makes a pass at an attractive female employee while the Butcher regains his footing, but appears wobbly. Hayden throws a wicked right, only to be intercepted with a judo style flip sending Hayden into the wall of Monitors. Gnarfflinger then lays in some rights and lefts. Hayden grapples and rolls towards a set of stairs going up. Hayden bashes the Butcher's head off the concrete wall as the two brawl upt he stairs.

Ref: Where do those stairs go?

Tech: There's a lighting catwalk...

Ref: *bleep* me. *bleep* me...

As the terrorizing tandem reach the top of the stairs, they bust through a door and onto the catwalk.

JP: That cat walk is about 20 or more feet off the ground and only about 4 feet wide.

DB: This could kill either of these combatants. These guys are tearing the place apart!

JP: They really did a number on your office...

Devin glares a hole through Jimmy after that one. Meanwhile, Hayden hits a DDT on the catwalk and finds a length of electrical cord. He then wraps it around the leg of the Butcher and attempts to shove him off the catwalk. Gnarfflinger loses his balance, but grabs the steel with his hands. Hayden kicks the Butcher in the ribs, the other side of the torso up against the steel supports for the catwalk. Hayden then takes a few steps back, attempts a drop kick, but the Butcher recoils away and Hayden catches the steel--with his nuts!

JP: Somewhere, Ray is in tears right now.

DB: I guess someone's next interview will sound like it's being read by Mickey Mouse...

Gnarfflinger then attempts a pin, but Hayden kicks out. Gnarfflinger tries to lifts Hayden, but is met with a double leg takedown for his trouble. Hayden then attepmts to powerbomb the Butcher off the catwalk, only to have the BUtcher counter with a hurricanrana, sending Hayden through a table near the entrance ramp for the superstars. Pyrotechnics go off all around the ring, ramp and at the top of the ramp. The Referee makes his way rapidly to the ground using a nearby ladder to check on Hayden...

JP: Can either man recover from that?

DB: Hayden has to be out, but there's no sign of the Butcher.

JP: Wait a minute, he got a hold of the steel railing and didn't fall.

DB: He's climbing back to the cat walk, but Hayden is on the ground...

JP: He knows that Devin.

DB: He's not going to--did you just call me by my first name?

Hayden landed on the control table for the Pyrotechnic effects. The Butcher glances down and laughs maniacally.

GtB: Jimmy Snuka! Eat your *bleep* heart out!

Gnarfflinger then executes a double shooting star perss off the catwalk, landing inelegantly on the prone jackass, causing more pyrotechnic effects to detonate.

Crowd: *holy Shit* chant.

JP: This one has to be over. There is no way either man can get up after that one!

DB: You had the nerve to refer to me by my first name!