Irish Storm vs Bull Horns

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The scene opens at ringside as fireworks are firing down the entrance ramp and along the top of the tron, this goes on for a few moments before the camera cuts to the announce table showing Weasel and Malibu.

Weasel: Welcome everybody to Blood Runs Cold, and what a show we have for you tonight. We kick off the TV title Tournament in a big way with several good matches, but we start with the man who by all rights should STILL be the TV Champ Collin Fitzpatrick.

Malibu: He shouldn't be the champ at least not...like according to the board of directors. They stripped him, at least he gets a chance to TRY to win it back in this tournament.

As Malibu is nearing the end of her point Otherworld By Nobuo Uematsu hits the PA and the fans boo vigorously. The song drags on for a few moments before Collin appears from behind the curtain wearing a pair of plain green trunks, black elbow and knee pads, and a pair of black ring boots.

Linda: The following match is a Hardcore Ladder Match. Introducing first, hailing from Killkenny Ireland, he stands six feet two inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds. Collin "Irish Storm" Fitzpatrick!

Collin stands at the top of the ramp and scans the arena for a few brief moments before starting his trek toward the ring, as he makes his way down the aisle leading to the ring he occasionaly glances to his side to check out the various signs, after he reaches the ring he grabs a mic that had been laying on the ring steps before climbing them and getting into the ring as his music fades to a stop.

Malibu: Oh great...he's going to talk. This guy SO likes the sound of his own voice. Well i'm up for a nap anyway.

Weasel: Collin isn't boring Malibu. Besides he should have this chance to speak, he is after all fighting in a tournament to get a shot at the belt...he never lost.

Collin: So, here we are. Blood Runs Cold! And here I am in the opening d*** match against a man who I have already beaten...for a belt I never lost! But that's ok, because WHEN I get MY belt back, it's never leaving my waist again!

Collin lets the mic drop to his side and releases his grip letting the mic fall out of his hand and to the ground below, Collin then walks over to his corner and leans against the ropes, he stares at the top of the ramp and awaits the arrival of his opponent.

TBC

[crazyboy]

A diabolical scream sending a mixed reaction followed by silence as the focus of the audience turns to the titantron which flickers to life showing people running and screaming down a small aisle as bulls chase them down. Sounds of gasps and boos as You Can Run by DMX begins to play over the pa system. The scene on the titantron flickers as Bull Horn begins to flash across the screen followed by highlights of previous matches intermixed with ghost bulls going through a red sky in a stampede. Green pyrotechnics fall from above the stage as Bull Horn steps out from the curtain. Dressed in black wrestling tights that have the image of a red bulls skull on one side, and Bull Horn written on the other. Bull Horn is also wearing a shirt which reads " BUCK YOU " followed by an image of a bulls skull.

-_- Linda _-_
Introducing the second opponent of tonights Hardcore Ladders match. He weighs in at two hundred and eighty five pounds. Ladies and gentleman .. I beg you for your own safety, keep arms and hands behind the safety barrier ... BULL HORN !!

Once again causing a chorus of disapproval amongst the many fans who have turned up for yet another night of excitement and action. Bull Horn raises his arms like a bulls horn as a smirk gives away his arrogant demeanor. With his hands making firm fists he lowers them to his side as he begins to walk to the aisle with a pretentious, " Bow down to your god " look on his face. Staring at the ring not caring who he is fighting, but merely thinking of his celebration after the match. As he stops midway to the ring Bull Horn looks around at the audience who are trying there best to insult him while holding slandering signs, Cornelius just ignores them as if there worshiping him. Casually removing his shirt revealing a toned yet slightly over weight appearance, a tattoo of a reaper can be seen on his left shoulder and the skull of a bull on the right of his chest.

Laughing to himself as he looks at the ring he casually cracks his knuckles before stretching his neck side to side. Both feet landing softly and quietly Cornelius one foot after the other steps upon the apron. Leaning back to the ropes he balls his fists, thumbs pointing to himself signs as feeble insults mixed with signs of mockeries anything from " Go Back to Hawaii. " to " He is the kind of man that you could use as a blueprint to build an idiot." Turning around Bull Horn ducks between the ropes and jumps up and down on the spot whiles raising his arms and then opens his hands to suggest look at me I am gods gift to wrestling. As he lowers his arms, on cue his music fades away. Without his usual banter Cornelius stands in the center of the ring looking at his opponent waiting for him to make the first move.

Tbc Irish Storm

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Collin shoves out of the corner and slowly makes his way toward his opponent, the two men stand mere inches away from one another, they don't stay stationary for long however as Collin thrusts his arm out and slams the ridge of his hand into Bull's chest. Bull cringes but quickly answers back by copying Collin's actions with slightly more force. The two men trade chops back and forth each chop more forceful than the last, after a few moments of this The Big Man from Hawaii decides to switch up his approach and instead of throwing a chop he bolts forward and drives his knee up into the gut of Collin Fitzpatrick making him do a front flip and land on his back a couple of inches away.

Weasel: I have a feeling this match is going to be epic! Both these men have that don't give a damn attitude about them and are both bullheaded as ever, this one is going to be a battle plain and simple.

Malibu: It was like, pretty even there until Bull Horn hit that kitchen sink, Collin's gut has to be killing him after that.

Collin quickly sits up and gets to a stand before turing on his heels to face his adversary once again. BH mockingly pats his stomach and laughs at Collin which seems to make Collin slightly angry. BH cracks a half smile and signals for Collin to make his way over, Collin raises a single eyebrow and rubs his chin with his left hand as he assesses the situation, he doesn't waste much time thinking about it however and walks toward Bull, Bull Horn tries to get a quick move in by thrusting his right foot toward Collin's mid section but Collin grabs his foot and quickly drives his elbow down onto Cornelius' knee joint three to four times and then letting go of the foot, Bull quickly backs away from Collin but Collin follows closely behind not letting his opponent get away from him, Collin acts quickly by grabbing Bull's right arm and backing him into the ropes, as soon as his opponent's back touches the rope Collin pulls on his arm and tries to fire him toward the opposite side of the ring but Cornelius stops his momentum at the last moment and it is Collin who is fired toward the opposite side of the ring, he hooks his arms across the top rope as he hits them but this doesn't do him much good as Cornelius who was running behind him catches up to him and lands his arm across Collin's chest taking both men over the top rope and down to the floor below.

Weasel: And there is the Cactus Clothesline compliments of Cornelius O'Reilly better known as Bull Horn. Both Fighty fighty persons now laying on the outside of the ring after that little fall, but one of those ladders is right there, do you think someone will make use of that here Malibu?

Malibu: Like, I SO don't know! But as much as these two like to brawl and play dirty I wouldn't put it past them.

Weasel: That's the thing though Malibu, in this environment nothing you do could possibly be construed as playing dirty! Anything goes and the only way this one is ending is when somebody makes the long climb to the top of the ladder and retrieves the item hanging high above the ring.

Bull Horn having received less impact from the fall is up to his feet almost in an instant, he looks down at Collin and then back to the ladder, he makes a quick decision and heads for the ladder, as he reaches it Collin places his palms on the ring apron and pushes himself to a stand. Cornelius pushes the legs of the ladder together and places it on his shoulder before turning to face Collin, he sees him standing and quickly makes a mad dash toward him aiming the top of the ladder at the center of Collin's skull, as Bull Horn is about to connect Collin somehow manages to duck and take a few steps forward causing the ladder to slam into the ring post, the vibration from the ladder causes Bull Horn to drop it and fall to a kneel, Collin quickly takes advantage of his opponent's state by turning around and leaping forward, he thrusts his arm out and slams his right forearm into the back of Bull Horn which forces him to fall down face first onto the ladder with a loud THWACK!

Weasel: Bull Horn with an attempted ladder shot misses and gets a flying forearm shot for all of his trouble. It may not be the most fancy of moves but it gets the job done and that's pretty much what matters.

Malibu: Maybe so, but it's not going to win the match. He totally has to climb the ladder, and that's impossible to do from the OUTSIDE of the ring.

Collin's eyes light up as if he had just been handed his opponent on a silver platter when he sees Bull Horn lying face first atop the ladder, he hastily climbs the nearby ring steps and walks a few steps out onto the apron, he gets into position and falls off the ladder aiming the point of his right elbow at the back of Bull Horn's head, however at the last moment Bull Horn rolls off of the ladder leaving nothing but metal making Collin's landing unpleasant.

Malibu: And Definitely not winning it like "that" elbow plus ladder equals a whole lot of pain.

Weasel: Sound plan from Irish Storm, but it just didn't work out as planned. Cornelius got out of the way and Collin's elbow met nothing but cold unforgiving metal.

TBC

[crazyboy]

Writhing around in complete misery and pain on the ground Collin holds his arm as it is almost broken from the impact. Bull Horn back to his feet looks at the carnage with an almost sadistic grin on his face. Going after his foe Cornelius grabs his ankle and roughly and rather unceremoniously slams it back down on the ladder making the Irish man scream out even more. Enjoying the pain he is causing Bull Horn picks up his opponent by the scruff of the neck and hurls him at the apron. Tripping before he reaches that far he farms face first harmlessly to the ground. Rather upset at the early fall interrupting his moment of agony he lurches forward driving a boot to Collin. Having his wits about him Collin grabs the leg and twists it causing Cornelius to stagger backwards. Taking advantage the Irish Storm launches at his opponent and lands a fist to the lower midsection.

Once again the big man is like on his knees. That was like, so impressive that toe kick to his chest.

Glad to see your actually paying attention to the match and not doing your nails again barby doll.

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Collin returning the insult raising his eye brow and rubbing his chest. Rushing in Collin grabs the hair of Bull Horn and then raising his leg drives him face first to his knee. While Cornelius is left holding his jaw Collin grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring. Rummaging under the ring he finds a steel bar. Feeling the weight and balance of the weapon he waits for Bull Horn to move then .. BOOM ! . A steel bar straight to the ribs knocking the wind out of his opponent and sending cheers around the audience. Unexpectedly the Irish Storm attempts to bring the bar to the spine of his rival, but Bull Horn who has other plans leans forward into his opponent picking him up. Driving him backwards Cornelius sends Collin kidney first into the edge of the apron.

That's gotta sing like an angry wasp. Just the expression on Collin's face says it all.

I remember my friend having the same expression when she accidentally mistook a lemon for an orange. It was like sooo funny[/i].[/center][/color]
Somehow Collin turns the tide to his advantage. Picking Bull Horn up as if power bombing him Collin sends him spine first to the safety barrier. Dropping to the mat exhausted while holding his lower back he leans on the apron for support. Cornelius squirming trying to hold his back as if it would somehow stop the pain gasps for oxygen. Looking under the ring while occasionally checking over his shoulder the Irish Storm finds a small red material bag. Shrugging as he throws it over his shoulder he continues his search. Thinking to himself .. " SCORE " as he peeks into a cardboard box and drags it into the open.

Tbc Collin.