New Age Title: Joe vs Hayden Hardcore (C)

[samoanjoe]

The ring is still dead silent even after the carnage and graphic content from he previous Steel Cross Match. The entire arena filled with blood and vomit is cleaned as GHW runs a promo for the main event. The scene first shows Samoa Joe tapping the fist time ever in his career, to Hayden Hardcore last month at Code Blue. Hayden, with blood running down his face has his arm lifted up by the referee as he holds his new New Age Championship up. This first scene comes to a close with Hayden standing over Joe body with his foot on his chest and both the King of Deathmatch and New Age Titles raised high in the air.

The new scene opens up with Samoa Joe standing in the ring with a microphone in his hand a week after the Vegas Style match was announced.

Samoa Joe:
A few weeks ago, hell maybe even last month Hayden Hardkore defeated me for my New Age Title, a title which should not be in the possession of such a complete fool like him. Hayden prayed to GOD for the first time in his pathetic life and for some dumbfounded reason the man upstairs answered him allowing him to win my belt.

Now, it wasn't like I hadn't been beaten and battered with steel chairs and shit before the SDL was locked in so as far as I'm concerned, Hayden barely won.

If he hadn't made the match a Hardcore Submission Match, I would be the Undisputed Champion.

Joe wipes his chin before continuing on with his speech.

Samoa Joe:
Now as you know, for some reason that fool Hawkeye returned to GHW after his mysterious absence or whatever and intervened with my plans. I had used my rematch clause for a traditional submission match but instead that incompetent fool decided to make a Vegas Style Match which I can assure you, you fools probably have never heard of.

Because I haven't, and I know Hayden hasn't. But even with that roadblock, I will not be put down again. I don't make mistakes twice.

And besides...

I couldn't bare the fact that this asshole is showing off my championship any longer.

Gods V. Heretics will be my day, and the end of Hayden's career!

The scene fades out and after a brief moment the new one shuts on with Hayden Hardcore standing in the middle of the ring with both titles resting on his two shoulders.

Hayden:
You know one thing is for certain, and that is that I'm tired of bitches like Samoa Joe who get their asses handed to them and continue to bitch.

I made him tap out, but he was still able to come up with a lame ass excuse.

"Man The Only Reason Because I Tapped Was Because I Had Uh, A Stomach Virus Over The Weekend"

Bull Shit!

Hayden remove his two championships from his shoulder and raise them high into the air before placing them back down and continuing with his speech.

Hayden:
As far as I'm concerned, Joe got his ass beat so bad, that he shouldn't even be allowed to get embarrassed once again, let alone on the biggest stage GHW has to offer.

But since he does, I am in no position to stop it.

I'm just in position to stop him.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Once again!

And when he's placed in that casket, I'll have his blood on my hands to prove it.

And all his new bullshit wrong!

This particular scene fades up and just like before takes a brief moment to reload before the new one comes on.

The scene shows the aftermath of Hayden vs Dominik a week ago. Santiago leaves the arena but as Hayden is making his way out of the ring, Joe rushes down to the ring and begins a post mathc attack.

The Samoa Submission Machine throws Hayden into the steel steps before banging him head first into the steel ring post busting him wide open. As the blood rushes from Hayden's forehead like running faucet, Joe tosses Hayden into the ring.

Joe then grabs a steel chair and throws it over the top rope and into the ring before snatching the New Age Title from the timekeeper and entering the ring himself.

Joe holds his former championship tight in his clutches and looks down at the shining, glittering gold with an obsessed, disturbed look before advancing on Hayden.

The Samoan Submission Machine clocks Hayden in his bloody forehead with the gold when he turns around knocking him out and dropping him to the floor.

From there, Joe takes the championship and slides it under Hayden's bloody skull before grabbing the steel chair and raising it high in the air.

He steps over Hayden but just before he can execute the con-chair-to, the officials come pouring out to the ring and separate him from his G.V.H. opponent.

The scene promo ends with Hayden standing in Joe's face, staring him straight in the eyes holding both his titles high in the air with pride and joy.

The once quiet arena starts to come alive once more as they know their main event draws near. A roofless cage constructed by thousands of lighttubes and rings of barbed wire is lowered down from the ceiling where it surrounds the ring. After the cell is lowered, Linda opens the lighttube door and enters the ring with the GHW microphone in her hand, her face barely different then it was when she announced the winner of the Steel Cross Match. The face of sheer terror and discomfort.

Linda:
The following contest is your Gods Versus Heretics Main Event which is sponsored by Stub Hub, Mandalay Bay Sports and the United States Air Force.

This match is one of a kind, and the only one of its kind.

This match is a Vegas Style Match where this lighttube structure of a cell will be lit up while the arena lights will be turned off. When the cell lights are destroyed, the arena lights will be turned back on a lighttube constructed coffin will be lowered in the ring.

When the coffin is lowered, the opponent who closes the coffin lid with his opponent inside it will be the winner and the new, NEW AGE CHAMPION!

As soon as Linda finishes her match, 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 while Linda, with microphone in hand, makes her way back into the center of the ring abrings the mic to his lips. As Charlie begins tond after taking a brief moment to clear her throat, she speaks up into the mic. Paper Cut by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system and the fans finally begin to get into the evening once again, as they yell over the top of their voices, "JOE SUCKS".

The curtains begin to jerk and after a brief moment, Samoa Joe emerges from behind the curtains, with a stern, focused, confident look on his face. The former New Age champ adjusts his tight shorts before plodding down the entrance ramp to the ring.

Weasel:
And here is Samoa Joe! He beat Hayden to a bloody damn pulp weeks ago and you know he's floating on cloud 9.

Malibu:
If Hayden couldn't take a beating he wouldn't be our first Undisputed Champ. Its the second war of the night and like the grueling, graphic once preceding this, this one will come to a cease.

Weasel:
Yeah, someone's gonna be trapped in that godforesaken coffin while his opponent leaves with the New Age Championship!

Linda:
Introducing first, hailing from the 'Isle of Samoa' weighing in tonight at 285 pound he is the former New Age Champion of the world, the Samoan Submission Machine..... SAMOA JOE!!!

Joe reaches the lighttube doorway. He stands there and grabs one of the lighttubes that was sticking out before pulling it and snapping it out of its place. Joe smacks the lighttube against the cell before entering through and marching near the steel steps.

Joe marches slowly up the steps before entering the ring through the middle and top ropes.

TBC:

[Hayden]

OOC:

~~Please watch the video, you really need to hear the music to get what it is all about.~~

Joe enters the ring, the ref assisting him to part the wall of lighttubes that surround the ring. The lights around the arena are still shining brightly, with the cavern of lightubes not yet light up. Joe walks around the ring, prowling the area like a lion prowls over his domain, loosening up his wrists and shoulders as he waits impatiently for the Jackass to make his sorry ass known to the ring.

Linda, who was still in the ring from announcing the Samoan Submission Machine's arrival, lifts her mike once again to make a further announcement.

~~Linda~~
Ladies and gentlemen, as this is your night's main event, we have a special guest who will be playing the champion into the arena.

I would ask you all to welcome Mr. Wayne Newton!

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As expected, only a smattering of applause goes up around the arena, as Wayne Newton stands up from where he had been sitting at the time keeper's desk. He straightens his bow tie and waves to the fans, his ears hearing a multitude of riotous applause, and takes the unfamiliar steps into the ring. A flashy looking metallic club mike rests in his hand, which he casually tosses from plam to plam. Taking center stage and looking out over the bewildered looking fans, Wayne raises the mike to his mouth, a wide smile on his wrinkled face.

~~Mr Wayne Newton~~
Thank-you ladies and gentlemen. I must say it is a pleasure to be here tonight in Las Vegas for Gods Versus Heretics, here in the GHW. This song is called Danke Schoen, recorded a way-way back in Nineteen Sixty-Four. It is a real honour to be able to mix the old and the new tonight, sadly though, I am now the old... I liked it better when I was the new.

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Wayne waits for a smittering of laughter from the fans that never comes, the Las Vegas crowd still stunned at the choice of entertainer for tonight's main event. Nevertheless, he carries on like the constant professional he is.

~~Mr Wayne Newton~~
Ahem... So, without any further ado, your champion, Hayden HardKore. Being played to the ring by Danke Schoen...

A backing track starts playing around the arena as Wayne's own version of Danke Schoen plays comfortably out of the PA system. The grin re-appears on his face as he settles into singing the song he has sung a million times before, and before long this is no different to any other time.

A single spotlight shines down on him, with a second spotlight scanning up the entrance ramp for the presence of the New Age Champion, Hayden HardKore. As the song begins to play, Hayden appears, looking as stunned as the fans are, dressed in the same suit he had been wearing when he arrived earlier in the night. Slowly and gingerly, Hayden makes his way to the ring, each shoulder holding up a different title. Samoa Joe eyes up his left shoulder, and the New Age Championship that he sees as rightfully his. After the introduction to the sing, Wayne Newton begins singing the verse, his low, smooth voice a very different sound to any entrance music that the fans are used to hearing.

"Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for all the joy and pain.
Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet."

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Hayden instinctively steps in time with the music, the spotlight following him down the ramp to the ring as he eyes up the old time performer who stands in his ring. The song becomes a joke to the champion, who lets out a hearty laugh as he looks on, Wayne Newton beckoning for Hayden to join him in the ring to sing along with him.

"Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Save those lies, darling don't explain.
I recall, Central Park in fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess,
my heart says, Danke Shoen."

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By now, Hayden was well on his way to reaching the ring, with Newton waving his arm for him to hurry up the whole time. Still, he continues.

"Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for walks down lovers lane.
I can see, hearts carved on a tree, letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine."

When Hayden had reached the ring, and takes the steps to the squared circle. He is helped inside by the ref, who parts the lightube wall so he can enter, then restores it porperly so the match will be able to carry on properly. Hayden walks over to Newton, an amused look still on his face. Wayne puts his arm around the champion, as Hayden stands and takes the scene in, swaying along with Wayne Newton in the ring, a sight that he could honestly say he never thought he would see when he started his career.

"Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
Thank you for seeing me again.
Though we go, on our seperate ways, still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen."

Wanting the crowd to get more into the sing, Wayne leaves the Jackass alone and looks again to the fans, while Hayden gets rid of his titles and derobes from the suit to his wrestling gear he has on underneath. While he is doing so, another verse is sung, with Wayne encouraging the unwilling fans to sing along.

"Danke Schoen, my darling Danke Schoen.
I said, thank you for seeing me again.
Though we go, on our seperate ways, still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen."

As the verse comes to an end, Hayden is all ready for action and waits for Wayne Newton to turn around again. With his left fist rolled back behind his back, the crowd know what is coming and they begin to finally cheer. Wayne, however, thinks they are cheering for him and this only excites him more. He seems to be the only one in the arena that doesn't know what is about to happen.

Then, as he finishes the last word for the verse just passed, Hayden unloads with his left fist...

"BAM!"

Wayne Newton is hit squarely across the jaw, dropping to the mat faster than a sack of bricks as the Power of the South-Paw connects. Hayden laughs as he watches the legend fall to the ground, shaking his hand in pain from the shot. Slowly, he bends over to pick the microphone off Wayne Newton as the backing track continues, without Newton finishing the song. Hayden looks down at Wayne as he coughs out his next sentence.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
Shut-Up!

Or should I say... "Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen."
Thank-you, goodbye, thank-you.

What in the hell was that?
Lets get this bloody match underway already. I have a title to retain.

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The ref calls for the bell, and the house lights are cut. Simultaneously, the walls of lighttubes that surround the ring flicker on and illuminate the ring brightly. People in the crowd are too busy laughing at the demise of Mr. Wayne Newton to catch up with the fact that the match is officially underway, but they are caught up quickly as Hayden unloads a barrage of left and right fists to Samoa Joe, catching the big man unawares. The match, by all streches of the imagination, is underway.

~~Malibu~~
The lights are off, I believe we are underway. What a crazy night so far! And the main event is just getting started.

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
After all we have seen tonight. I can't get over the fact the Hayden HardKore just hit Las Vegas legend, Wayne Newton with a Power of the South-Paw!

Poor Wayne!

~~Malibu~~
Oh, come on Weasel. What did you think was going to happen?
I just don't think the Jackass is much of a Wayne Newton fan. And after tonight, I'm sure Wayne Newton won't be much of a Jackass fan either!

But like, oh my gosh, that was soooo funny!

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
I would have to agree with you for just one second there. Its hard to take a match of this magnitude seriously when something like THAT kicks it off.
But we are underway, and Hayden HardKore has come out swinging, hoping to take advantage of the distraction and lay into his work like the wily veteran he is.

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Samoa Joe staggers backwards into the wall of lighttubes that support his weight, just. Before he can manage to defend himself, Hayden had layed enough shots on him to dizzy the big man, and the fists keep on raining in until the Samoan Submission Machine fights back...

TBC JOE

OOC: Man that was hard incorporating Wayne Newton in there. Not exactly modern music lol

[samoanjoe]

Samoa Joe lifts his right knee while ducking a left hook. Hayden continues to lean in and his gut his quickly impacting by Joe's driving knee. The stiff knee to the gut stops Hayden's flow allowing Joe to take advantage with a stiff chop that he smacks Hayden with hard into his bare chest that causes a "smack" to echo throughtout the arena. Joe then grabs Hayden by his head and lifts him up off the canvas while moving his position before slamming him into the lighttubes and ultimately switching stances. Now with Joe in a position of power, he comes down, with both fists balled, hammering down on the top of Hayden's head before changing the flurry into traditional boxing rights and lefts. The lethal combination soften Hayden up and from there, Joe grabs him by the arm while moving backward, pulling Hayden forward. Joe whips Hayden across the ring, moves into the center while extending his arm out before forcing it forward at the rebounding Hayden. Hayden though, avoids the clothesline by ducking but keeps his momentum forward. Hayden then leaps up onto the lighttube wall type cage before leaping off and turning his body over.

Hayden comes down off the cage and drops onto the shoulders of Joe, straddling him before flipping backwards, while still have his legs locked around his head. Hayden uses his momentum, throwing Joe forward while dropping to the canvas chest first himself. Joe though, doesn't flip over onto his back like most cruiserweights and instead keeps moving uncontrollably forward. Joe's momentum comes to an abrupt end as he flies face first into the unforgiving lighttube cage.

Joe holds his head, which is now giving him a serious migraine, while staggering backwards and wobbling on his feet. Hayden further takes advantage by quickly lifting to his feet and stepping backwards. Hayden's feet suddenly then begin chopping forward before he leaps into the air and with his legs, drives the soles of his feet straight into Joe's back. The dropkick once again sends a strong momentum, which Joe cannot stop, forward and once again his face gets planted into the lighttube cage.

Hayden once again backsteps, waiting to pick his spot while his opponent, Samoa Joe, once again staggers off the cage holding his skull which may soon be leaking. Hayden finally charges at him once again, this time extending his arm out while leaping slightly into the air. Hayden's arm smacks Joe straight into the head dropping him like a bad habit to the canvas. Hayden, lifts up to his feet off his knees, his confidence quickly growing and being demonstrated by a cocky ass grin on his face.

Malibu:
The Undisputed Champ is already cookin. This could be a fast match Hank because Hayden doesn't look like he's foolin around.

Weasel:
I don't know about all that. There's a lot of match left and a lot of blood to be spilled! Plus, all the lighttubes have got to be smashed and someone's got to be put in a coffin.

Malibu:
Guess I spoke to soon then. Nonetheless, Hayden is in complete control.

Hayden slowly stalks Joe who crawls over to a nearby corner. Joe uses the turnbuckle padding as leverage to lift himself up oblivious to Hayden creeping behind him. Hayden waits for Joe to turn around before closing all but two fingers on his fist before driving them straight into Joe's throat. Joe leans his head down and begins choking due to the well placed throat thrust while Hayden continues to smile in his face.

Hayden grabs his arm while lifting his knee up driving it into Joe's lower belly before pulling him toward himself while moving out of the way at the same time, whipping him across the ring to the other corner. Joe lands backfirst onto the turnbuckle padding and as he sits there breathing arm due to the fast pace match, Hayden quickly charges at him like a determined animal.

Joe though, lifts his leg up just in time causing Hayden's face to fall right into it. Hayden staggers backward, holding his nose while shaking his head before looking back and glaring at Joe. Hayden shakes the cobwebs enough before showing his relentlessness, and charging back at the corner. This time Hayden lifts up slightly off the canvas and into air only for Joe to lift his arm up and under Hayden's. Joe uses that arm and with some true force behind him, drops to his knees slamming Hayden head first onto the canvas with his patent counter, STO Joe. \

Hayden rolls over, holding his head into the center of the ring while Joe takes his time getting to a vertical base. When he does, Joe wipes the rim of his nose and adjusts his tights before confidently approaching Hayden.

Joe grabs Hayden by his head and lifts him up to his knees before cocking his hand back and backwards. The hand comes fast and forward and smacks Hayden hard into his bare chest causing him to fall backwards and backfirst onto the canvas. Hayden holds his chest tight, it quickly reddening as he slowly slides backward into the corner.

Joe wastes no time in disrespecting yet taking advantage of Hayden's standing. Joe takes his leg and places his foot on the side of Hayden's face before rubbing it across repeatedly. The ignorant face wash comes to an end after about 4-5 kicks as Joe lifts his leg off Hayden leaving him sitting in the corner.

Joe then stares at the lighttube fence and back at Hayden's face, and idea rapidly spinning through his sadistic mind. Hayden just lays hurting and dazed in the corner while Joe attempts to watch his sinister plan unfold as he bounces off the ropes and charges at the corner. Joe lifts his leg up and with deadly precision and enormous power, plants the sole of his foot straight on the side of Hayden's head turning it around. Joe's leg hangs through one of the lighttube's while leaning on Hayden's face, his jaw just been rocked by the running kick.

Weasel:
And that's exactly what I was talking about. Both men have so many moves that they can pull one out of the rabbits hat out of no where and turn the match completely around.

Malibu:
And the face wash is exactly the way to do it. It puts a hurt on your opponent while completely pisses them off.

Weasel:
And that's what Joe's all about. Disrespect and smash mouth offense.

Malibu:
He just better not slip, because if Hayden gets back into this one, he'll be bloody and tapping out again.

-TBC-

OOC: Just trying to kick this one off. (Good Luck)

[Hayabusa]

ooc:But you did a great job Hayden....Was a great read and I am looking forward very much to see this match live up to the billing that it recieved.

[Hayden]

Pieces of lightube sprinkle down to the ground below as Joe's foot plows throught the fragile cage-like structure surrounding the ring. The dangerous shards of glass flow over Hayden's body while he lieson the ground, still trying to unscramble his brains from the Samoan Submission Machine's Running Kick. Joe retrieves his leg, his face now awash with a cocky grin, his body turning dominance to a confident swagger as he towers over his smaller opponent, feeling himself come closer and closer to the title.

He bends down to put his giant hands around the neck of Hayden, picking him up in a Double Handed choke that sees the champion's feet dangling helplessly in the air, while the Sadistic Samoan tightens his grip around the neck of the Jackass. Hayden does his best to struggle out of the move, swinging his fist around to hit Samoa Joe in the back of the neck. Joe staggers but the choke holds firm. Changing tacts after sensing the Jackass building himself up to break the hold, Joe tosses Hayden forward and watches him crash into the cage wall, torso first. A large section of the cage wall smashes, the glass raining down into the ring once more as the Middleweight frame of Hayden's body plows into the wall, then falling back into the ring again.

~~Malibu~~
Oh my gosh! All that glass in the ring cannot be safe Weasel!

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
No, thats kinda the idea Malibu... And it looks like Samoa Joe has the Undisputed Champion well scouted tonight. He comes out of the gates hungry for getting his title back. Hayden's gameplan, while unpredictable, is not that complex. All you have to do is to stop him from building up his momentum. If he gets in the groove then the match is as good as over. What the Samoan Submission Machine is doing is stopping the Jackasses momentum before it gets going.

~~Malibu~~
Pretty clever, huh. I wouldn't have thought of that...

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
Um, I think I probably guessed that Malibu.

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Keeping on top of the game, Joe steps on top of Hayden's body, driving the glass that lies underneath Hayden's body further into his back. Hayden screams out in pain, the lighttubes cutting into his soft flesh like a knife through butter. The 285lb weight of the big Samoan crushes Hayden's ribs at the same time, and Joe holds onto the ropes for extra leverage, trying desperately to inflict as much damage to Hayden as possible in as short a time as possible. In return, Hayden flicks his feet up towards the big man, wrappping his legs around Joe's waist in a Vertical Body Scissiors, causing Joe to loose his balance. Joe stumbles off Hayden's body and topples to the mat, where Hayden can apply the Body Scissors properly to the big man.

Joe is quick to slip out of the move, using his strength to break the Jackasses grip on his body, then staggering to his feet in sequence with the Undisputed Champion. Looking to get back in control, Joe runs at Hayden, swinging his arm in a devestating clothesline attempt. Hayden ducks under the Clothesline and runs straight towards the ropes. He springboards off the second rope, firing back at the big Samoan with a Cross Body. Joe sees him coming and manages to catch him mid-flight, his face turning into an evil scowl as he knows he has the Undisputed Champion at his disposal now.

~~Malibu~~
He caught him! Joe has the Double Champion right where he wants him.

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
And with all this glass around, this does not bode well for the Jackass... At all!

Indeed, the Samoan Submission Machine has an idea of what he wants for the Jackass and hurls him into another side of the Lighttube Cage Wall head first, watching in delighted glee as the Undisputed Champ's skull smashes another section fo the wall. This time when he falls back to the mat again, a large cut has opened up right across his forehead, with the shower of glass adding to the mess of blood that is slowly turning his face from a flesh colour to a deep red blood. Hayden rolls over, his hands reaching to his head instinctively. When he pulls them away, he finds them covered in his own blood, it serves as some type of wake up call to the Jackass, who forces all of the pain out of his mind and kips up to his feet again, the flow of blood dripping off his chin to the mat below.

Joe does not expect the Jackass to be standing again so suddenly and is taken by suprise when the champ winds his left hand behind his back and unloads with a huge Haymaker that nearly takes the Samoan Submission Machines head clean off his shoulders. Before he knows it, Joe is lying on the ground dazed and sluggishly reaching for something to pull him back to his feet with a possible concussion troubling his better judgement.

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
Power of the South-Paw! My god, what a haymaker... I don't think Joe even saw it coming.

~~Malibu~~
Doesn't Hayden usually use that as, like, you know... a Finishing Move?

~~Hank "Weasel"~~
In an average match, yes, he would. But this is Vegas Baby, and far, far from an average match. It is a fast moving, edge of your seat escapade that will not be over until one man is lying in a coffin full of broken light tubes. And the big Samoan went down faster than a Thai hooker right there.

~~Malibu~~
Oh, thats charming. You have such a way with words Weasel.

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Hayden, still pissed as the cut formed by the Samoan, reaches for the wall and rips one of the lighttubes off the fragile cage. He brandishes it in his hand almost lovingly, his head filled with revenge, evil intentions and Wayne Newton music. A deadly mixture that is sure to make any man crack. And when he does, the only man in his sights will be Samoa Joe.

TBC Joe

[samoanjoe]

Posting Soon

[Hayden]

obviously not soon enough. Matches closed now...