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Post by samoanjoe on Sept 25, 2008 17:11:54 GMT -5
Charlie Coors enters the ring after the stage and arena crew clear the weapons out and clean the ring from the precedin No DQ match. The fans remain on their feet and begin screaming due to the tron that shuts on and displays the next match: Hardkore Submission Match... Champion vs Champion... Hayden vs Joe. The scene shows the two golaiths standing face to face holding both thier respective championships in the air before it shuts off. Afterwards, Charlie Coors enters the ring with is microphone in hand, ready to acounce the rules and the competitors. Charlie Coors:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and comes straight from the mind of the sadistic, Hayden Hardkore. It is an ultraviolent Hardcore Submission Match.
The rules are simple:
There are no countouts, disqualifications or pinfalls. The only way to win this match is to force your opponent to submit. The winner will be both the King of Deathmatch and New Age Champion and ultimately an Undispued Champion. As soon as Charlie finishes his address, the lights begin to dimmer until they reach the darkest, pitches, blackest state. The arena spotlight then shines down on the top of the entrance ramp causing green smoke to begin to build up through the cracks. The smoke rises high and blocks the curtains behind it. The tron then begins to flicker before a hated, familiar voice echoes throughout the arena. Joe:
I Am Not Focused.
I Am The Definition of It!
I Show No Mercy.
For Mercy Is For The Weak.
For Every Pain I Dish Out.
There Is An Equal To Greater Suffering.
For I Am Not Man.
BUT MACHINE!!! Green lights at the top of the entrance platform begin forming the letter "X". Charlie Coors, with his black, GHW microphone in hand, makes his way back into the center of the ring and after taking a brief moment, he brings the mic to his lips. As Charlie begins to speak into the mic, Paper Cut by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system. As the volume that was battling the loud, entrance theme grows louder, the curtains begin to jerk. Out from behind the curtain emerges Samoa Joe with his New Age Championship hanging over his righ shoulder, his towel around his neck and a cardboard box full of unidentified objects. The Samoan Submission Machine, grinning as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp soaking in the moment and the heat from the crowd, lifts the box up a bit more before plodding down the entrance ramp to the ring.  Weasel:
And here he is, the Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe, the New Age Champion of the world. You can tell by the confident, cocky look on his face that Joe is not backing down nor is he intimidated.
And that will most likely be double time for the Hayden Hardkore for both of these superstars want to scatter each others limbs across ths ring.
Malibu:
I wish it didn't have to come to such violent terms because I don't want Hayden's million dollar abs to be destroy but I guess thats how men settle things now a days. Bloody and Painful!
Charlie Coors:
Introducing first, hailing from 'The Isle of Samoa' weighing in tonight at 281 pounds, he is the Samoan Submission Machine and the New Age Champion of the World..... Samoa Joe!!!! Joe reaches the ring and and throws the box over the top of the ropes before entering through the middle and top ropes. He hangs his towel over one of the top turnbuckles before grabbing his mystery box and digging inside. The insidious New Age Champ, pulls out a plastic ziplock bag containing thumbtacks and pins and tosses it over in the corner. Joe digs back into the box and next pulls out a stick that starts off like a sledge hammer but ends like a barbed wire bat. He then tosses that into another corner before continuing his revealing of barbaric contents. Joe pulls out the thid item which is a huge bag of salt. He places that in the corner next to him. He digs in one more time and grabs a lead pipe. Joe tosse the box out of the ring and into the stands before slinging the lead pipe across the ring which rolls over and lays right onto the bottom padding of the turnbuckle. If it wans't enough, Joe begins going around the ring and removes the padding off of each turnbuckle ignoring the demands to stop from the referee. The match that was already Rated R on paper has become completely adult and th "Viewer Discrestion Advised" print comes up at the bottom of the screen. From there Joe's entrance theme begins to pan out and the Samoan Submission Machine, patiently waits for Hayden's arrival as he gets ready to disperse his brains all over the ring and become the sole owner of both the New Age and King of Deathmatch Championships. Weasel:
Joe has unloaded his own deadly props around the arena and has also removed the padding of each turnbuckle evidently exposing the metal beneath.
Joe is trying to make sure that when that bell rings in the end, one of these competitors will be completely destroyed.
Malibu:
And that person definitely won't be making it to Gods V. Heretics!
TBC
(OOC: Sorry I wanted to get his underway quick.
Just for note:
In one corner there is a Sledge/Barbedwire Bat. The Other a lighttube. The other a bag of tacks and pins and in the last one a bag of salt. All the top turnbuckle paddings are off so I'm pretty sure we can think of some barbaric stuff.
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Post by Hayden on Sept 27, 2008 0:17:48 GMT -5
In true Jackass fashion, he keeps everybody waiting, drawing out the silence between the entrance between the two champions until the din being made by the fans is almost deafening. For the first time in almost a year, Hayden hears a chant ringing out through the arena in support of himself, instead of berating him. In the silence, the deafening sound of a "Jackass... Jackass" chant can be clearly heard by all, including the man himself as he continues to draw out the anticipation for the Champion Versus Champion match. Each second that goes by brings one of these men closer to super-stardom, one step closer to being the undisputed power over GHW. This match means everything, the ultimate mixture of passion, extremininity and techincal prowress. Furthermore to the point, both men know they can win it.
After more than ten seconds of anxious waiting that had seemed like an eternity and more, the Titan Tron flickers into life. As all eyes turn to the Titan Tron, the noise around the arena hushes momentarily.
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The promo finishes, and 96 Quite Bitter Beings finally begins to play. Amped by the short insight into Hayden's preparation, the fans begin to cheer in anticipation for the Jackass. The song plays through the verse with no sign of Hayden, obviously still making his way from backstage. The lights around the arena skitter around the crowd, before meeting at the top of the entrance ramp. The light given off by the two searchlights illuminates just enough of the entrance curtain to show a sillouette of a shadow standing just inside the arena. Glinting in the light is a gold belt wrapped firmly around his waist. Confidently, and with all the passion he had showen in his promo, Hayden steps into the light.
Blood is still trickling down his face from his Crown of Thorns as he walks to the front of the stage, where he stops and surveys the arena, looking out over the fans. Smiling sadistically, Hayden bends over and draws a single line on the ground with the ball from his Ball'N'Chain, which lights up into a blue fire. The fire spreads down the ramp, shooting blue jolts of electric-type pyrotechnics across the floor and down the ramp. When the blue pyros dissapear under the ring, The entire ramp explodes in a blinding white light. The white fireball causes fans and officials alike to turn away from the blinding light, but it does not seem to faze Hayden. He steps into the blinding fire and is almost instantly engulfed by the flames as his entrance music continues to blare out of the arena's speakers.
Charlie Coors:
And introducing next... From Wellington, New Zealand. He weighs in tnight at Two Hundred and Twelve Pounds and stands Five Feet, Eleven Inches tall. He is the Current King of the Deathmatch Champion and sefl-proclaimed GHW Future Hall-of-Famer.
Hayden HardKore, the Jackass!
As his name is read out, Hayden appears at the bottom of the ramp, sprinting at full pace and sliding into the ring, his Ball and Chain flail dragging behind him. Taken aback by his sudeen entry to the ring, Samoa Joe steps back slightly, letting his guard down for a split second.
It is all the opportunity Hayden needs, and he sweeps Joe's feet out from under him, not even giving the Samoan Submission Machine time to take off the belt that dangles over his shoulder. Joe hits the ground hard, his extra weight serving as a disadvantage to the smaller Jackass. Hayden, it seems does not seem to want to waste time, and sets out laying into Joe with a series of left and right mounted punches to the head, many of which Joe manages to block by holding up his arms to shield his head.
Malibu:
Wowee! This thing sure has gotten off quickly. Hayden was barely even announced and he is already taking up the offensive in the match!
Weasel:
It is time to stop mincing words and wasting time for these two. They can talk all they want, but the reality is that both of these men have a score to settle, big time. This is as big as they come.
Malibu:
The King of the Deathmatch AND the New Age Championship. Two titles in one match, Either way, one title is changing hands here tonight!
TBC Joe
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Post by samoanjoe on Sept 28, 2008 14:50:09 GMT -5
Hayden fist of fury flurry back Samoa Joe into the nearby corner where Hardkore, knowing the 'No DQ' rules are in full effect, pours it on more. Having enough of fist after fist pop off the top of his head, Joe uses his strength to shove Hayden off sending him staggering back into the middle of the ring. The Hayden showing his resilience, charges back at the corner only to have Joe extend his five fingers, turn his hand and smack him across the face. The back hand, disrespectful but effective causes Hayden's head to change direction followed but the rest of his body until he completely turns around and slowly moves his momentum back to the center of the ring where he bends his head down and pats his face while Samoa Joe exits the corner with the type of arrogant smile that would make you want to smack it off his face. As Jackass, who most likely was formulating an insidious plan, lifts his head back up, Joe extends his hands out eliciting boos from the crowd. He Samoan Submission Machine taunts Hayden by slapping his face repeatedly. The King of Deathmatch Champ, Hayden Hardkore stares at Joe before grabbing and wiping the rim of his nose. Hayden then both retaliates and demonstrates his disturbing sense of humor by lifting and smashes his foot in between Joe's leg. In essence, Hardkore hits Joe below the belt causing the New Age champ's knees to buckle as he slowly falls down. Weasel:
Oh I know that had to hurt because I felt that one all the way over here. That really sets the tone for this match! Hayden steps back and further returns the favor by taunting Joe who moves phlegmatically towards the ropes that he reaches for and grabs. As he begins to pull himself up, Hayden moves toward him and snatches him by his hair before pulling him up to his feet. Hayden leans him over to the ropes before sliding his free hand down and wrapping it around Joe's wrist. Hayden moves back once again and with his tentative strength advantage, pulls Joe off the ropes and tries to whip him across the ring only to have Joe use his strength and turn the Irish whip into his own, sending Hayden across the ring before bending down. Hayden, takes advantage of Joe's novice like mistake lifting his leg and pops Joe in the mouth that lifts him up and awkwardly snaps his head. With currently in a groggy state, Hayden runs to the opposite set of ropes, rebounds, and charges straight at Joe who snaps out of his trance and extends his arm out straight at Hayden who ducks it. After ducking the clothesline, Hayden bounces once again off the ropes only this time he leaps into the air only for Joe to stoop down a bit and catch him by placing one arm between his legs, and reach over his shoulder with the other arm before spinning Hayden over onto his back and slamming him onto the canvas falling on top of him with the Scoop Powerslam. Joe sluggish, takes his time in getting to his feet probably still feeling a slight painful feeling in his groin area while Hayden cringes and holds his back. The New Age champion stands over Hayden and glares at him before bending over and gripping Hayden by his hair and snatching him up to his feet. With Hayden now up to his feet, Joe places his head in between his armpit before wrapping his arms around his waist and locking his hands. The 280 pounder then lifts Hayden off the ground and charges at the corner. Joe smashes Hayden's back into the corner and it presses hard against the exposed metal steel. Joe releases Hayden who nearly falls down to the canvas after grimacing and letting out a loud groan. The New Age champion licks his lips and smiles, while beliefs in his ability to perpetuate this scene, the sight of Hayden in pain swirl through his head. The 280 pound Samoan grabs Hayden arms and lay them both across the top rope before lifting his head up causing the back of it to lay across the exposed steel. The Samoan Submission Machine then balls his fist completely and squeezes it making it as hard and as tight as possible. With his left hand he grabs Hayden head and presses it against the steel making sure it is in position before pulling his clinched fist right hand back. After a brief moment, Joe forces it forward and all 4 front knuckles connect hard straight against the middle of Hayden's forehead. Joe continues to hold Hayden's head steady as he pulls the fist back once again only to force it forward and drive it straight into Hayden's forehead. Joe releases Hayden from his grasp and allows him to slip down in the corner a bit only to pull him back up to his full feet. The Samoan Submission Machine, currently in control, makes sure Hayden's arms are over the top rope as he pats the down hard and presses them. Joe then unballs his right fist and re-extends his fingers out. He sidesteps a bit and after pulling his right hand back as far as it can go, he forces it forward and his back hand smacks Hayden straight across his chest. 'SMACK' is the sound heard echoing throughout the arena as the chop elicits spit from Hayden and temporarily snatches his breath away. Joe wipes his face a bit before bending down and grabbing onto both sides of the middle ropes. He backs up half a step before pushing forward and driving his shoulder blade straight into Hayden's gut. The shoulder thrust draws more spit from Hayden's mouth that is now gaping open due to the need for air. The Samoan Submission Machine continues to drive his shoulder into Hayden's gut and after about 3-4 times he releases the ropes and backs out of the corner allowing Hayden to drop down to the canvas. Hayden turns his back around to Joe and buries his head into the bottom turnbuckle padding before his eye is caught by a certain two sided object which Joe felt was necessary to bring into the match. Without Joe seeing him Hayden grabs the two sided hammer/bat weapon and buries it in his chest before slowly lifting up to his feet. Hayden then buries face in the exposed metal and grabs the bat part of the weapon and slowly pulls out of the corner while the unsuspecting locomotive, Samoa Joe, begins charging at him. Just before Joe reaches, Hayden turns over and drops down to the canvas while extending the weapon forward and driving the hammer straight into Joe's knee. The impact causes Joe to leap off the canvas and sort of front flip over onto his back. Weasel:
Malibu did you see that! Hayden just drove that hammer into Joe's knee! Uh that was a smart move by Hayden, very clever of him! Malibu:
Samoa Joe was coming with full steam ahead and that attack was more out of desperation then smarts. Nonetheless, Hayden just bought himself some time and maybe even opened up a hole in Joe's game which he could exploit in the long run. Hayden rises to his feet and extends a thumb out to Hayden thanking him for the artifice, the sturdy, destructible object which he just put to use. Hayden Hardkore thanks Joe for the weapon that just gave him control of the bout. Hayden turns the weapon open before clutching the middle exposing the wooden, bat shaped part of it. As Joe holds his left leg and slowly rises to his feet Hayden begins side stepping him and as he makes it to his feet and turns, Hayden advances upon him, cocks the weapon back before driving it straight into Joe exposed guy causing him to bend over and crouch a bit. From there, Hayden moves over and stands side-to-side with the bending Joe only slightly behind him and with them facing in the same direction, Hayden's takes his weapon and places it against the throat of Joe before reaching behind the back of his head and grabbing the other side of the weapon. Hayden hooks what could be Joe's injured left leg before falling back pulling Joe down back first while driving his throat straight into thick, wooden stick. Hayden drops the weapon over onto the side and snatches Joe's hair pulling him up backward but all the way to his feet allowing him to stay on his knees. Hayden then tucks Joe's head face-up under his armpit, before wrapping his arm around Joe's head so that his forearm is pressed against the back of the his neck. With his free arm, Hayden then grabs Joe's nearest arm and pulls backward, wrenching Joe's neck. The Dragon Sleeper, stretching Joe's neck and throat, which had already been hurt by the Russian Leg Sweep, causes the ref to step in due to the 'Submission Only' rules. Weasel"
Hayden took an innovative approach when he used that, uh, that thing or weapon if you say in his Russian Leg Sweep. That not only was effective, but it also put a strain on Joe's throat which set him up to use the Dragon Sleeper which further stretches his neck. Very smart by Hayden, very intelligent manevers thus far. Malibu:
And the question is, is that enough to get Joe to submit? Will he tap?! Joe's leg smack up and down against the canvas, while Hayden pulls harder as he smells blood in the water. The ref begins yelling to Joe "Do You Give Up" but the Samoan Submission Machine gives no intimation of him beginning to fade or wanting to submit. Joe simply begins fighting as he tries to use his size to escape. TBC: |
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Post by Hayden on Oct 1, 2008 5:10:26 GMT -5
OOC: OK, lets put on a good show, now that we have had the all clear from Hawkeye. Good luck. Joe continues to be held in the clutches of the Dragon Sleeper, as Hayden can feel the very life of his opponent being sucked dry. It is a feeling that the Jackass has felt many times before, the life, the consciousness of another being within his grasp, yet it is a feeling that one never really gets used to. With a slight grimace, Hayden tightens his grip on the big man, trying to negate the struggle that the Samoan Submission Machine is putting up within the clutches of Hayden's arms. ~~Hank "Weasel"~~
This is truly the brain child of a genius. Hayden HardKore's idea for a match that encorporates the very aura of a hardcore deathmatch style atmosphere, but with a twist of technicality that should play into the hands of his opponent.
~~Malibu~~
It is upstanding of a man to try and beat his opponent in a fair contest when given the chance. And the Jackass of late has not really ever been that upstanding at all. This is looking more like the Jackass we used to know... A long, long time ago. The Jackass that used to hive off the fans' energy, the Jackass that used to never back down from a challenge and give every fight One Hundred and Ten Percent...
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
Malibu, we still have a long, long way to go for Hayden to reach that kind of status again. The wounds go deep for these fans. Some of the things he has done in his illustrious past could be unforgivable. And not to mention his mental state. Can a person who is this sick and this twisted really be trusted. He takes pleasure in knocking people sensless with a Ball'n'Chain.
Doesn't exactly paint a picture of Mr. Nice Guy, does it? Despite Hayden's efforts, the brute strength of the much bigger Samoa Joe allow him to bully his way out of the move, and he displays his strength by standing to his feet with Hayden hanging off his back like a monkey gripping its mother. Hayden knows he is in a bad position, but before he can react, Samoa Joe hadpushed him into a Samoan drop position, and all Hayden can do is hold on for dear life as he is launched into the air and driven back first into the mat again, with the ful force and weight of the Samoan Submission Machine's 280lb body landing on top of him in a bone crushing Samoan Drop that causes the entire arena to miss a beat. the sound of both men's bodies crashing to the ground reverberates around the arena, with the overhead mikes amplifying the noise even more. Letting an almost excited cry escape his lips, Joe stands staunchly to his feet and paces around the body of his opponent, which is now looking a little war-weathered. A smirk spreads across his face as he looks at his handywork, with Hayden's mind now switched to damage control. He is not aware of where Joe is, or what he is doing, but assesses how much dmage has been done to his body by the big man falling on top of him. With his extra size, Samoa Joe simply throws his weight around, picking Hayden up off the mat and lifting him with both hands into the air. He looks into the eyes of the King of the Deathmatch champion, searching deep into the Jackasses soul as he raises him eye to eye level. This leaves Hayden's feet clearly off the ground, and he makes a small point about kicking his feet out to try and catch Joe in a bad spot. Soon, however, he gives this up, defeatedly and waits to weather out the storm. Samoa Joe has him by the throat, choking the life out of his opponent's body. He looks deeply into Jackasses eyes, delighting himself as Hayden makes small choking noises, his eyes closing slowly. The ref hurries to check on Hayden's vitals,checking to see if the Jackass can continue, but due to the nature of the matc, cannot tell Joe to let the Jackass go, so the double handed tree-choke continues. ~~Malibu~~
Samoa Joe has such a size and strength advantage, it is easy to see his gameplan. One would expect him to come out and throw his weight around and crush his opponent that way. So far, thats exactly what we have seen him do.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
But I am sure Hayden would take that into consideration in his gameplan too. And if we have learnt anything about Hayden HardKore, it is this... Unpredictability. You can't plan for that, and it is his biggest asset in this match. Anything goes, it is the Jackasses playground. [/center] With the ref declaring Hayden still able to compete, Joe lets a look of frustration take over his face, and rashly decides instead to slam the Jackass into the mat, taking his frustratuon out on his opponent with a Double Armed Chokeslam. Hayden bounces off the mat once, landing with a loud thud on his back and neck. When he finally comes to rest, he cranes his back in pain and reaches up behind himself to illustrate where the source of the pain is coming from. A small groan comes out of Hayden's mouth as his entire body is awash with the feeling of agony, like being pummelled repeatedly by a bully, or hit by a speeding bus, Hayden feels every knock his body has taken, from his head down to his toes. Joe feels the surge of adrenaline as the match swings in his favour, but he makes yet another fatal mistake of letting his early success go to his head. He gets sloppy, and plays around with Jackasses battered carcass, like a cat would play with its food before eating it. He mockingly kicks out at Hayden, catching him in the ribs before involving the crowd in his mascarade, pointing down at the King of the Deathmatch Champion then waving his hands away, as if to say "He's nothing..." This break in concentration allows the Jackass to regain his composure a little, and while Joe's back is turned, he slips himself the Hammer/Bat weapon once more and swings around so he is closer to his opponent. With one brutal swing of the weapon, he catches Samoa Joe in the back of the knee with the hammer side of the weapon, digging the claw of the hammer into the soft flesh. He listens as Joe cries out in a mixture of suprise and agony, while the unforgiving metal of the hammer digs mercilessly into his skin. ~~Hank "Weasel"
Samoa Joe took his mind off the match for one second, and paid big-time. That has to smart!
~~Malibu~~
And its all leagel Weasel, like, anything. Hehe, who knows what these two boys could get up to in there before tonight is through.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
Whatever it is, as long as they involve you, right Malibu... You're so transparent.
~~Malibu~~:
Trans-what? I swear, I am One Hundred Percent woman!
*Hank simply sighs at the comment, deciding to let the matter rest for now* With Joe unable to put pressure on his now damaged knee, his leg buckles underneath him, taking the giant down to one knee. hayden uses this as an opportunity to seize the advantage of the match, and leaps into the air, hitting the much bigger Samoan with a Shining Wizard, striking his knee across the side of Joe's head with everything his body has to offer. Joe topples sideways, as if he was a giant redwood that had just been lopped by a tree-feller. One could cry "TIMBER" in the time it took him to hit the ground. The ring rumbled with the 281lbs being layed out flat across it, but holds strong. Meanwhile, Hayden does not let up, and scambles over to where he had left his Ball'n'Chain when he entered the ring. Grasping the all too familiar steel chain in his hands, he wraps it around the more dominant left hand and loops it twice so that it is not likely to fall off. He examines it in his lethal hands for just one moment, before turning his mind back to the match once more. Joe was starting to come too, but not for long as Hayden approaches him, the Ball'n'Chain flail swinging in a circle at his side as he walks towards his prey... TBC Joe |
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Post by Hayden on Oct 4, 2008 21:11:14 GMT -5
With a look on his face of the upmost pleasure, Hayden looks down at Samoa Joe and swings the lethal steel ball dangerously close to Joe's head, teasing his opponent to his own delight. With a distinct swinging motions, Hayden fires the steel ball of the Ball'n'Chain flail into his opponent, catching the New Age champion across the back, right in between the shoulder blades. The Samoan Submission Machine gasps out in agony, his eyes shooting open wide as his head shoots up from where it lay buried in the mat. The Jackass, on the other hand, simply swings the weapon a second time, catching the New Age Champion again in the upper back region. This time, Samoa Joe's hands rapidly creep up to the point of impact, in a vain attempt to rub away the pain. Hayden has Joe right where he wants him, his body tenderised and ready to be cooked. He unwraps the chain of his weapon from around his hand and holds it out, approaching the battered New Age Champion once more with evil intentions in his mind. ~~Malibu~~
What is he going to do with that chain there? This could be bad!
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
This is a Submission match. Hayden cannot win this by simply pummelling Samoa Joe into the ground. This is where the tactics of the Jackasses game plan will begin to show. [/center] With an almost sadistic grin across his cheeks, Hayden loops the chain around Joe's neck and pulls the Samoan Submission Machine's neck viciously upwards to meet him, choking him with the steel chain of his trusty Ball'n'Chain. For good measure, Hayden stamps one of his custom "Jackass" Chuck Taylors in between the New Age Champion's shoulder blades, the exact spot where the Ball and Chain had connected moments earlier. It is not pretty, and not exactly a move you would find in any wrestling manual, but judging by the look in Joe's eyes, it seems to be quite effective. A small gag escapes the Samoan's mouth as the chain digs deeper into the flesh of his neck, constricting the wind-pipe and subsequently, the air flow to the Samoan Submission Machine's brain. The light seems to fade slowly, with the larger New Age Champ fighting the choke every step of the way, but inevitably, the life begins to fade from his face, and he starts to look almost as white as the Jackass himself. Hayden drives his foot further into the upper back region of the Samoan Submission Machine, gritting his teeth from the effort. Joe is in the center of the ring, far, far way from the safety of the ropes, yet he searches in vain for a way out of the Jackasses vicious move. ~~Hank "Weasel"~~
What on earth is this?
Some type of modified choke, using the chain from his Ball'n'Chain flail... Add that to the pressure on his back, and we might be moments away from a tap-out here.
~~Malibu~~
Samoa Joe doesn't look too good. He doesn't seem to have any answer to the hardcore offense of the King of the Deathmatch Champion.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
Well, how exactly would you prepare for "This"! Hayden yanks the chain of his weapon further, pulling the head of the New Age Champion further upwards in an unnatural angle. The steel digs further and further into the tender flesh of the Samoan's neck, drawing blood from the tension and pressure applied from the Jackass. The ref calls into position, checking on Joe, asking him with all seriousness if he yields... TBC Joe OOC: 72 Hour Rule. I wanted to get this moving along |
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Post by samoanjoe on Oct 5, 2008 23:02:15 GMT -5
Posting Soon. Soz for lateness. I haven't had any ideas or stuff and been in the hospital for a hernia.
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