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Post by The Final Dragon on May 27, 2009 23:08:43 GMT -5
You can feel the tension rising up as Nexus deathmatch is about to start. But first a championship match must be settled... For the GHW championship. "New Divide" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. The crowd has no idea who it is till the word trickshot pops up on the monitor. The crowd stands on there feet cheering as smoke fills up the entrance way.
[beige]Big Al: O great another person that does not know what true wrestling is about.[/beige]
[teal]Collin: Are you kidding me? Trickshot preforms for this crowd he will do anything for them. That is why he is in this brutal match and then in the NeXus deathmatch.[/teal]
[beige]Big Al: Big deal he can fly in the air... Wait I'm sorry he can fall in the air[/beige]
[teal]Collin:Think what you want. Trickshot can do what ever he wants[/teal]
A black outline is formed in the smoke as the crowd starts to scream even louder as the man known as the sadistic icon bursts through the smoke. He looks around under his hood and smiles knowing that they are screaming for him... And for him to inflict pain on other people. You see him with a Blue hoodie with the word"Trickshot" down the left and "Phenomenon" down the right. Blue jean shorts are also on him and vince carter sneakers. In his right hand is the "glass breaker" and in the left a spiked car inter tube. Rail spikes stick through the tube pointing outwards. This is the newest creation from trickshot.
Introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in at 219 pounds he is the sadistic icon... Trickkkkkkkkkkkkkkshot!
Trickshot walks down the ramp no fancy stuff just walks to the ring and places his hand on the apron. He shoves both weapons in and then slides in after them. He gets up picks up his weapons and waits staring at the entrance. Waiting for his opponent.
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Post by gnarfflinger on May 28, 2009 14:41:54 GMT -5
Trickshot eagerly waits for his opponent. At that point, "Three Blind Mice" plays as three Midgets, dressed as the Three Stooges come to the stage. They replicate classic Three Stooges spots as they make their way to the ring, struggle coming through the ropes, but arrive in the ring. They each grab a microphone:
M: Hello
L: Hello
C: Hello
All three: Hello!
Trickshot doesn't seem amused. His Pay Per View spectacle reduced to a trio of cheap knockoff of some classic comedians trying to replicate timeless sketches of classic comedy. The Crowd reaction is mixed, however, with some laughing hysterically at the miniature buffoons, some confused, others impatient for the promised bloodletting.
Big Al: Is this some kind of joke by Trickshot? If so, then the three of them make a bigger joke than he is...
Colin: Someone will pay for embarrassing him like that!
Trickshot selects a kendo stick, Swings at the impersonators, who run around the ring. As Trickshot misses, "Moe" slips behind him and kicks him in the back of the legs. Trickshot turns around, then "Larry" flanks trickshot, pulling down is tights. Trickshot trips in pursuit of the retreating Moe, pulls up his tights, and is hit by a chair wielded by "Curly". The chair bounces harmlessly off Trickshot, but back in the face of Curly, who barks at the chair.
C: Oh, A Wise Guy!
Trickshot retrieves the kendostick, chases the stooges around the ring, before the bail comedically, and as they back up the ramp, Trickshot is heard screaming at them.
TS: You little bastards! Youtried to ruin my show! Get back here and I'll show you a real death match! I'll make you wish you'd--
Trickshot is cut off as a shirt from a "Shirtzooka" flies into his nuts. The Stooges laugh at first, but then run for the back. Trichshot unrolls the shirt, and recoils in horror. The camera picks up the words on the back: "AH! FRESH MEAT!" A black clad figure, armed with a shirtzooka vaults over the railing and under the bottom rope. It's none other than Gnarfflinger the Butcher, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd. Trickshot takes a step back from the shock, giving the veteran the perfect opportunity to bludgeon his foe with the shirtzooka as the bell sounds to start the match...
Ref: That still only counts as one weapon!
GtB: Good, You count, I'll just beat on him!
The Butcher then tackles Trickshot, driving him into the corner. Gnarfflinger repeatedly drives his shoulders into the chest of Trickshot.
Colin: What a twist! We thought we'd seen the last of this man last fall after losing a Loser Leaves GHW match with Hayden Hardcore!
Big Al: Someone must really hate this guy to bring back the Butcher! Look a that crazy veteran drive those shoulders into the midsection of Trickshot!
Colin: That's tactically smart by the veteran. He's working the chest, so that it becomes harder for his opponent to breathe. I guess the Butcher might not be the only one reaching for the Oxygen as this one goes on!
TBC: Trickshot.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jun 3, 2009 10:48:55 GMT -5
After countless shoulders to the torso of his victim, the Butcher takes a step back, allowing Trickshot to slump lifelessly to the mat, barely propped up by the bottom rope. The Butcher looks under the ring to find something metallic, and produces a mailbox. He moves to the opposite corner from the prone Trickshot, charges, and as he leaps to drop kick the mailbox into the face of the prone foe, the sadistic Icon rolls out of the ring. the metal mailbox makes a loud noise as it crumples behind the Butcher's kick.
Big Al: That's a felony!
Colin: You go in to tell him that.
Big Al: Fortuantely, Trickshot got out of the way, and now it looks like the Butcher has hurt his ankle!
Big Al was indeed correct, as the Butcher is holding the right ankle. Trickshot sees this, returns to the ring with a sledge hammer. He targets the injured ankle, but not only misses, but finds himself face first on the canvas as the Butcher hit a drop toe hold. The Butcher shows no sign at all of ankle injury as he moves to retrieve the mailbox. Trickshot labours to his hands and knees, only to kiss the mat one more time as the Returning veteran drives the mailbox into the back of the head of his foe.
Ref: That's two!
Gnarfflinger then executed three elbow drops to the small of the back of his prone target. Sensing that his quarry will assume the position the Butcher desires, he plays to the crowd, who seem enthusiastic to see the legend back in action. Trickshot tries to pull himself to his hands and knees one more time, reaches for the mangled mailbox, only to realize he's fallen into the Butcher's trap, as the 280 pound Canadian delivers a sitting splash to his shoulders, slamming his face into the mailbox...
TBC: Trickshot (I assume)
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jun 5, 2009 18:59:51 GMT -5
Trickshot seems to be bleeding after being driven into the Mailbox. The Butcher leaves the ring again, this time pulling a barbed wire board from under the ring. As he introduces it to the squared circle, the referee informs him that that constitutes an environmental hazard, and not a weapon. The Butcher doesn't seem to care. A Garbage can with weapons also enters the ring. Trickshot seems to regain his feet while the Butcher slides a table in under the bottom rope. As the Butcher returns to the ring with a steel chair Trickshot meets him with a kendo stick to the shoulder.
Ref: One for Trickshot!
Gnarfflinger drives the chair into the gut of Trickshot to open space for his entrance to the ring, scoring a third weapon strike. Gnarfflinger's back however is exposed as he enters, allowing Trickshot another freebie with the Kendo stick. The Veteran's back arches in reaction to the weapon strike. A third shot brings him to his hands and knees. A fourth splinters the implement of destruction, and the fifth breaks the stick. Trickshot goes to the can of weapons, finds a staple gun, and returns to the Butcher, who greets him with the sharpened end of the broken kendo stick.
Ref: Four weapons for Gnarfflinger!
Gnarfflinger gleefully works the forehead with the broken kendo stick, coaxing more blood from the head of his hand-picked foe. Trickshot, however, retained the grasp on the staple gun, and uses it to start a trickle of blood on the Butcher's forehead, and open some space. A quick chair shot staggers the Butcher, then a fire extinguisher to the gut draws the combatants even in terms of weapons used.
Big Al: He's humoured that old bastard long enough, and now he's trying to finish him.
Colin: The way I see it, Trickshot has recovered from the shock of who his opponent is, and is now pulling out all the stops to survive this fight, which is clearly on the Butcher's terms!
Trickshot finds a Frying pan, drawing a response from the crowd, but as he rears back for the swing, a blast from the Fire extinguisher blinds him. The Butcher follows this up with a spear, driving Trickshot into the barbed wire board in the corner. The Board breaks, leaving Trickshot crumpled n the wreckage. The referee then informs the Butcher that he must actually strike his foe with the weapon to receive credit. Again the Butcher is not concerned. The Butcher rolls a bowling ball into the testicles of his foe, regaining the lead at 5-4 in the weapons race.
Big Al: HOW DARE HE!
Colin: How could he resist?
The Butcher leaves the ring again, this time bringing a ladder into the fray, but as he slides the ladder between the ropes, Trickshot hits a double axe handle on the ladder driving it into the face of the Butcher.
Ref: Environmental Hazard!
TS: What the hell?
Ref: You just pushed it into his face, not actively swinging it.
TS: It's a fucking ladder? How the hell am I supposed to do that?
As they argue, Gnarfflinger and the ladder enter the ring. Gnarfflinger places the ladder on his shoulder, and kicks Trickshot in the butt. As Trickshot turns around, the Butcher spins, slamming the ladder into the face of his foe.
Ref: Any more stupid Questions? Gnarfflinger 6, Trickshot 4.
As the Butcher tries to set up the ladder, Trickshot grabs the trash can, slams it into the Butcher's back and glares at the official who calls his fifth weapon strike. He then proceeds to set up the table. He gestures tot he crowd as he stalks his opponent, prepares for a vertical suplex that would send him through the table, but is blocked by the Butcher, who hits a Jackhammer on the ladder!
Colin: That has to be a decisive shot in this match! Those Elbow drops to the back earlier already softened him up, but this will have a negative effect on Trickshot!
Big Al: But it won't count for the Butcher--he's already used the ladder, and further, it's an environmental hazard, not a weapon shot.
Colin: I don't think the Butcher cares. I think he's zoned in to the bloodlust of this crowd, and only intent on punishing his opponent!
The Butcher retrieves a black velvet bag, holds it triumphantly as the crowd roars their approval. He then scatters the thumbtacks on the table. He then grabs Trickshot, sets him up, and delivers a Jackknife Spinebuster through the tack table. As Trickshot writhes in pain, and the crowd chants for more carnage, the Butcher selects a light tube with which to oblige them. The Tube strikes the forehead as Trickshot staggers to his feet.
Colin: That's 7 for the Butcher!
Big Al: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Paybacks are a bitch, and so are you!
Colin: How long did it take you to write that?
Gnarfflinger again leaves the ring, this time finding a cooler. He takes it into the ring, pulls out a bottle of beer. He drains it, then smashes it into the forehead of Trickshot for his 8th weapon shot. The Butcher grinds the broken glass into the already shredded forehead of Trickshot. A Street Sign becomes number nine for the cagey veteran. With Trickshot seemingly out, the Butcher sets up the ladder once again. The Crowd's noise rises as the Butcher grabs his Frying pan. The anticipation is unbearable as the veteran climbs the ladder. AS Trickshot crawls near the tacks and wreckage of the table, the Butcher launches from the ladder, hitting an Arabian Skull Crusher, which drives the Frying pan into his head. Trickshots face is driven mercilessly into the tacks!
Crowd: Holy Shit!
Colin: Ring the bell, Call the EMT's and tell them to bring a spatula for Trickshot, because this one is over!
Big Al: You're happy about this?
Colin: You're damned right I am!
Gnarfflinger then pries some barbed wire from the broken boards. He wraps it around his legs, locks a meat Grinder on Trickshot and grinds the barbed wire into the throat of his victim...
TBC: Trickshot or anyone else...
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Post by Metal Dragon on Jun 6, 2009 6:49:13 GMT -5
Match Over
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