Triple Threat Match: GHW World Championship

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

The atmosphere within the arena is crispy and terse, as the fans within the Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Complex are waiting in anticipation for the Main Event for tonight's Pay-Per-View, the camera man positioned at the security barriers at ringside take a sweeping shot, getting all the fans in on the Tron, every man, woman and child screaming and waving, happy to see themselves both on television and on the Tron. Prepared on the stage is a set of band equipment, the camera zooms in on the drumkit to show the name "Bring Me The Horizon", plastered on the kit.

Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thanks to a few calls and pleading by General Manager, Martin Prince. We are proud to present a treat the fans of the band and their music. Please welcome to the BJCC Arena..Oli Sykes, Lee Malia, Curtis Ward, Matt Kean and Matt Nicholss, BRING ME THE HORIZON!"

With each introduction, each band member appears on the stage respectfully, Oli Sykes picking up the microphone set up on the stage during the pre-preperation of the PPV. Sykes looks around the arena, looking smug about his appearance at a wrestling event, he takes the microphone off the stand and raises his tattoo coated arm to bring the microphone up to his lips.

Oli Sykes
"Alright Alabama! How you guys goin' then eh? Are you guys ready to make some noise for the Gothic sensation to hit you bastards right in the windpipes and then piss in your toilets without flushing?! Can you make some noise while we tear up this place and leave a whole heap of crap behind us?! Well it doesn't really matter because we're here to play some f***ing METAL."

The crowd begins screaming, Oli Sykes raises both his arms into the air as Lee Malia, the lead guitarist begins with his heavy riff, while Matt Nicholls pounds the drumkit with a deathcore beat, Oli takes a step back, taking in a deep breath as the intro of "Pray for Plagues" begins to make it's start.

"FLYYYYYYYYYYY."

A follow through of chords and beats, followed by the arena lighting pulsing to the beat of the song simultaniously with it.

"She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick
Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick
The sun goes down, and so does she
The sun goes down, and so does she!

Sold out the love that she had, with a cut of the throat
Drinks all round on her, before she strolls to the moat
The sun goes down, and so does she
The sun goes down, and so does she!"

Winthorp steps out from behind the curtains, standing in a ready position on stage, the atmosphere shapes itself into a more terse state of excitement and bewilderment. Dressed in a complete ensemble of black including the boots, the tights, the kneepads and the leather trenchcoat. The Italian Goth stands next to Oli Sykes who puts an arm around his shoulders, taking another deep breath for a low growl in a breakdown section of "Pray for Plagues"

"OH.
COOOOOOUUUUUUNT.
Count your f***ing..

BLESSINGS!"

Jumping away from Darkrites, Oli moves over to the rest of his band. Winthorp begins his pace down the ramp, the lights positioned on the side of the ramp begin to shift in their position and begin to move over to the ramp, reflecting their bright glaze over the metal of the ramp. As Winthorp continues his walk to the ring, Charlie Coors stands in the ring with a microphone ready in his hand, ready to introduce the first competitor in the Triple Threat.

Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring from Milan, Italy. He weighs in tonight's match at 230 pounds, he is the Italian Gothic Superstar and the 2009 NeXuS Champion..He is a challenger for both the Television Title and the GHW World Championship..Winthorp Darkrites!"

Winthorp takes a stop at the end of the ramp, the ring standing in front of him and a camera man quickly moving up towards him, pointing the camera directly at his face. The NeXuS Champion displays no emotions on his face whatsoever as he raises both of his arms and through syncronisation with Oli Syke's scream, a display of pyrotechnics begins it's way down to the end of the ramp.

Colin Jennings
"This is some intense stuff in the arena right now Al, Winthorp is full of determination here tonight to win the GHW World Championship, if he is successful, Winthorp could be looking at such an uprise in popularity, he may even be labeled as the 'New Face of GHW'."

Big Al
"That's an affirmative there Colin, this is the final match for tonight and it could no doubt be nominated for a possible match of the year if it goes through smoothly. Darkrites' opponents, both Gnarfflinger and Tyler Angel are both impressive superstars, but my bet is going on The Goth taking both titles and the win tonight."

Winthorp begins pacing around the ring, removing his trenchcoat and handing it over to Charlie Coors who grabs it swiftly and exits the ring, The Italian Goth takes a hold on the top rope and pulls down on it, building up the adrenaline for the match-up. The referee in attendance of tonight's match enters the ring and takes his position on the far-east side of the ring.

Colin Jennings
"Referee Darren Matthews here tonight to call this match and I bet he's just as anxious as us to see this match go underway, the only people that are needed to get this match started is both the TV Champion and the World Champion himself, Gnarfflinger The Butcher."

TBC by either Gnarff or Tyler.

[Tyler Angel]

Winthorp Darkrites remains perched in the far-eastern corner with his head titled down, intimating absolutely no signs of anxiety, obviously calming himself down and patiently awaiting the opposition. Unlike he, the crowd is quite vibrant, as they cheer, "WE WANT THE WRESTLING", frantically. Their cries for punishment are answered as "I Ain't Your Savior" by Bullets And Octane hits the P.A. system and suddenly begins blaring. The Self Proclaimed face of Gods and Heretics Wrestling pushes the curtains aside, emerging before the eyes of the eager audience. Tyler Angel is glowing with confidence, while his Television Championship, a pivotal object in the night's epic title unification process, shines brilliantly. The prestigious, prize is draped over the shoulder of the second challenger who soaks in a mixed reaction from the crowd. Angel plays with his beard for a moment, before dragging his championship off his shoulder and hoisting it into the air with pompous enthusiasm. As his championship remains high into the sky, magnificently sparkling before the arena full of envious eyes, Tyler Angel begins his march to the ring.

I ain't your savior
I ain't your will
I ain't the bottle and sin that you feel


<:Charlie Coors:>
"Introducing secondly, the other challenger, hailing from our nation's capitol, Washington, D.C., standing at 6 foot 4, 245 pounds, he is the GHW Television Champion....TYLER ANGEL!!!"

I ain't your low guilt when you’re alone
I ain't the gun in the mouth of our young


Angel delays his stroll, as he stops in the middle of the ramp to engage a group of fans. He saunters to the security wall, and slaps the hands of die hard spectators before allowing them to be apart of history, as they touch the coveted Television Championship. Angel firmly re-put his title onto his broad shoulders before commencing to march down the ramp, his feet stamping on the steel with purpose. As he draws nearer to the squared circle, he peers at the Nexus Champion who has finally lifted his head, showing signs of interest.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"The Television Champion has promised a victory and to return the honor and dignity to the GHW Championship! I for one and eager to see if his word means anything."

<:Big Al:>
"It's utterly ridiculous to guarantee victory in a match where you have what, a 33.3 percent chance of victory. Alright I know my mathematics is a little rusty so we'll just go with fractions. The guy has 1/3 of a chance of winning and the guys in this match are no pushovers. The Nexus King, Winthorp Darkrites and the maniac champion himself, Gnarfflinger. If Tyler loses tonight, his credibility will be tarnished forever!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"Wow, that was how would you say, very passionate. If I didn't know better, I'd say you started that "ANTI ANGEL" fan club on GHW.com. Sound familiar Mulli?"

<:Big Al:>
"No comment!"

Don’t trust your hate
Your lust and pain
Die ignorance die
Open your eyes

I ain't your savior I aint your will
I aint your savior drenched in your guilt
I aint your savior I aint your will
I aint your savior
Nailing me down let the cross turn on you always
Die ignorance die


Angel quickly dashes up the steps in a rhythm like fashion, and walks along the apron. Upon entering the ring through the middle and top rope, Tyler wipes his feet along the apron, demonstrating a bit of his ego. Angel brushes past the official cloaked in the zebra like white and black as he advances to the midst of the ring. He grabs his title by both straps before once again raising it into the air with the utmost pride, obviously strong about his claims and his desire to be GHW top dog. After the championship descends through the crisp atmosphere, Angel delivers the belt to the referee who receives it before placing it through the ropes and into the hands of the nearby ring attendant outside the ring.

It is carried back to the timekeeper's table where it will reside, hopefully, for the remainder of the night's contest. As the Bullets and Octane single comes to an abrupt end, Tyler Angel takes his place in the nearest corner, comfortably leaning himself into the turnbuckles before crouching, staring across the ring at one of his adversarys, the deadly Italian, Winthorp Darkrites. And with the vociferous crowd the only thing audible at this point, all eyes turn to the stage, where the GHW Champion is sure to make a grand entrance.

TBC by Gnarff

[gnarfflinger]

The Television Champion and the challenger eye each other. They know that only one of them can walk out with the prize. But they also know that a third man will have something to say about it before the night is over. The Anticipation builds as the heavy, unmistakable guitar riffs of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath flood the arena. The Crowd cheers loudly as the World Champion makes his way to the ring, bathed in red house lights.

CC: Introducing the third competitor in this main event, from Ontario, weighing in tonight at 275 lbs, he is the GHW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!

Fuzz: He may not be carrying the Frying pan, but the look on his face is the same. He is focused, he is determined, and he has no intentions on giving up the World Heavyweight Title!

Al: This man should be locked up for what he did to Trickshot last month at NeXuS. But I am impressed that he's made it to the ring without his walker...

As the World Champion enters the ring, the referee pats him down looking for concealed weapons, only to find none. He frisks the Butcher a second time before the champ grabs a Microphone.

GtB: Aren't you supposed to buy me dinner before you put your hands there?

The Referee looks embarrassed as he abandons the search for foreign objects. The Butcher takes his place in the ring as the Bell sounds. Immediately, Tyler Angel and Wintrhop Darkrites lock up, jockey for position, but both hit the canvas as the Butcher lands a clothesline on both of them. Gnarfflinger pulls Angel off the canvas, whips him into the ropes, telegraphs a back body drop, but grabs the foot of the Television Champ as he tries to kick the veteran in the face. The Butcher spins him around, but drops to his knees as Darkrites chop blocks his knee. Tyler's fist catches Darkrites in the head however, staggering Darkrites. The Butcher launches into Angel with a single leg takedown while Darkrites lunges for a Double axehandle driving the Butcher's head into the midsection of the Television Chapmion.

The Action is fast and furious to start this one off.

But how long can that old fart keep this pace up?

TBC: Either opponent.

[Tyler Angel]

With Tyler Angel already somewhat battered, the veteran and defending champion, Gnarfflinger quickly goes for the cover, hooking the legs of the Television Champion. Before the ref can get one however, Winthrop Darkrites quickly grabs the legs of Gnarfflinger before commencing to dragging him off the third competitor in the bout, Tyler Angel. With the GHW champion subdued, Winthorp Darkrites begins his assault, as he repeatedly lifts his leg up before maliciously driving his boot into the head and spine of the Ontario Butcher. Darkrites leaves Gnarfflinger writhing in pain before turning his attention to Tyler Angel who has slowly recuperating from the champ's earlier assault. Angel is greeted with the bottom of the Nexus Champion's boot, as it is buried in his chest. The force sends Tyler staggering into the ropes but as he collapses into the them, Winthorp is hot on the pursuit. He seizes the nearest arm of the Television Champion before pulling him off the ropes and simultaneously spinning, whilst whipping the Washington native across the ring. With Tyler Angel coming in fast, Gnarfflinger quickly springs to his feet and dives out of the way while giving Angel a shove on his shoulder for good measure. The added momentum sends the Television Champion over the ropes but before he can crash unceremoniously to the concrete below, he grabs a hold of the top rope and prevents himself from taking a crash landing, whilst falling onto the apron.

Attempting to catch Darkrites off guard, the GHW champion dashes at his foe and extends his arm out. The Nexus Champion avoids the clothesline as he ducks, demonstrating his technical prowess. As Gnarfflinger turns around, Winthorp sets his feet before leaping into the air and bringing his leg head level. He viciously drives his foot into the skull of the robust veteran, shifting his brain and damaging his cranium. Gnarfflinger eyes become weary while his knees begin to buckle following the vile Enziguri Kick. With the champion in a precarious position, Winthorp Darkrites places Gnarffligner's head in his armpit before throwing his arm over his shoulder and behind his head. Darkrites pops his hips and grabs onto his antagonist's tights before hoisting him into the air, upside down. He allows the blood to flow to the deranged brain of Gnarfflinger for a moment before falling forward, and releasing his foe, coercing Gnarfflinger into the mat chest first. The 35 year old champion rises up to his knees and winces in agony, with his teeth gritting as the Front Suplex sends a sickening impact throughout his torso.

With an opportunity set, Tyler Angel rolls through the ropes and springs to his feet before charging at the ropes. He bounces off them, and sprints straight for Gnarfflinger as if he had been shot out of a cannon. He leaps into the air and raises his leg into the air before bending it, leading by his knee. The knee of the Washington native is forcefully driven into the skull of the groggy, and dazed Gnarfflinger, and the force elicits a "CRACK" sound and unified gasps from the capacity crowd.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"A Flying Knee Strike connects and Gnafflinger's brains have been splattered all over the ring. The champion has been getting pounded by his competition thus far in the contest."

<:Big Al:>
"Angel's attack was set up by Winthorp's impressive suplex. And it is Winthorp who will emerge victorious in this contest. Besides, he beat the best of the past and present at Nexus so he deserves the championship!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"Not if Gnarfflinger has anything to say about it, and though he is on dream street, we both know his night is far from over! Tyler Angel and Winthorp have their work cut out!"

Angel collapses onto the reddened chest of Gnarfflinger and pins his arms down with one arm before hooking his near leg with the other. The pinfall attempt is acknowledged by the referee who theatrically throws himself to the mat and hoists his arm into the air, beginning his count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Before the referee can reach three however, Winthorp Darkrites dives back into camera view, and raises his elbows into the air before falling down onto the prone Tyler Angel, and clubbing him in the back of the head, breaking up the pinfall and saving the match and his opportunity to capture the World Championship. Winthorp quickly regains a vertical base before cocking his hand back. He swings it forward and turns it around, driving it almost like a dagger, into the flesh of Tyler Angel, delivering a sickening chop that evokes moans and groans from the T.V. title holder. Tyler Angel clenches his eyes and tenses his body as he makes it back to his feet. When he reopens his eyes, he is embraced by Winthorps elbow which is viciously driven into his jaw. Darkrites follows up with a well placed kick to the midsection which causes Tyler to double over. Darkrites capitalizes once more, as tucks Tyler's head in his armpit and throws his arm over his shoulder before raising him into the air. Darkrites steps forward, and throws Angel, releasing the Television Champion and ultimately chucking him onto the ropes where the T.V. champion is suspended with his legs hanging out of the ring and his head dangling in. Winthrop suddenly backs into the far ropes before advancing to his hanging foe, running at him with purpose. Before he can extirpate Tyler Angel and eliminate him from the equation, Tyler Angel leans up on the ropes before grabbing the top and swinging himself forward. He pulls his legs up, and desperately swings them, using his entire body weight, driving his heels into the unprotected head of Winthorp Darkrites whom, was unsuccessful in ceasing his own momentum.

Following the counter, Tyler Angel pulls himself back to his feet, using the ropes as leverage before ducking through the middle and top rope, exiting the ring onto the apron. While Winthorp stumbles in place, Tyler leaps up onto the ropes before launching himself into the air. The propelled D.C. native lunges at his foe, but Darkries recuperates and recovers from Angel's previous counter in time to fall backward. He wraps his arms around the waist of Tyler Angel, enclosing him into a circle, and violently bridges his back, before releasing his adversary, and propelling him overhead, sending the helpless T.V. champion into the canvas with authority.

<:Big Al:>
"At that's the kind of technical supremacy I'm speaking of. What a beautiful Belly To Belly Suplex to counter Tyler Angel and leave him writhing in pain. It's simply remarkable."

<:Colin Jennings:>
"But your counting out the champion, Gnarfflinger, who still has a ton of fight left in him. He's bound to do something insane and he refuses to let one of his younger opponent's shine in the limelight!"

<:Big Al:>
"To put it politely, Gnarfflinger is way past his prime and the fact that he became champion was shocking. But this is no Trickshot, this is the Nexus Champion we're talking about, Winthorp Darkrites. You won''t ever see anyone toss someone over their head as good as Darkrites!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"And you won't see a guy blast someone in the head with a FRYING PAN, as good as old G. And there's no doubt about it!"

Winthorp gradually climbs back to his feet, and once he reaches a vertical base he staggers a bit, struggling to completely gain his balance. He doesn't receive aid either from Gnafflinger. The crafty veteran bursts into camera view and clubs Darkrites over the back causing him to lean over. Gnarffligner follows up with a knee to the sternum, stripping the air from Darkrite's lungs. He then grapples the head of his opponent before raising his arm into the air and bending it. He fiercely cuts his elbow down through the atmosphere, and drives it into the forehead of the Milan Messiah. With his eyes rolling behind his head, Gnarfflinger leaps into the air and drives his feet into his opponent's chest, sending the stunned Darkrites into the corner. The refurbished career of Gnarfflinger is vibrant as he rises to his feet. His refusal to stay down is evident as he charges at the corner, attempting to put Darkrites out of his misery. Darkrites manages to lift his leg up, causing Gnarffliner to crash into his boot. The GHW Champion lurches back following the desperate measure of the Italian, Nexus Champion. And with Gnarfflinger stupefied, Darkrites advances to his foe. He grips the wrist of of the champion and reels him end, whilst spinning out of the way simultaneously. Gnafflinger is whipped into the turnbuckle, but to his adversary's dismay, he once again defies the odds. Gnarffliner ascends the turnbuckle before leaping off and rotating backward, shockingly performing a backflip and landing on his feet, in back of his bewildered opponent. He then shoves Darkrites forward, ramming his foe chest and sternum first into the turnbuckle padding before pulling him out.

From there Gnarfflinger tucks his head in Darkrite's armpit and wraps his arms around his waist before lifting him into the air. Gnarfflinger perches Winthorp onto the turnbuckles, hooking his foe's legs under the ropes and rendering him upside down, helpless and completely at his mercy.

Gnarfflinger commences to climb the ropes before planting his foot into the area in between Winthorp's legs, testing to see if he has testicular fortitude. The males wince in agony in the stands, as well as the women who jump back in their seats. Gasps flood the BJCC arena, as Gnarfflinger maliciously drives his foot into the groin of his adversary. Gnafflinger suddenly retracts his leg and falls back to the mat. He doesn't allow Winthorp time to attempt to free himself, as he grabs onto the top rope and drives his foot into Darkrite's throat, pushing him back and viciously choking him. The moans and groans of Winthorp Darkrites become all more audbile, as the psychotic GHW Champion deprives him of oxygen, strangling him with his boot. The referee manages to talk some sense into the madman from Ontario, as Gnarfflinger backpedals and raises his arm into the air.

The GHW Champion though, is oblivious to Tyler Angel who has risen in the far corner. When the veteran begins to turn, Angel charges at him with a sudden boost in adrenaline. Gnafflinger though, somehow manages to escape what could have been a swift demise, as he falls to the canvas and buries his head in the mat. Tyler Angel doesn't stop his charge though. Instead he leaps onto the back of Gnafflinger The Butcher and uses him as a stepping tool, catapulting himself into the air. Now airborne, Angel brings his knees inward and holds that position until he begins to plummet into the air. Before falling to the canvas, he throws his knees back outward, and brutally drives his feet into the mouth of Winthorp Darkrites, causing his head to violently snap back and coercing his feet from the ropes, allowing him to fall onto the mat.

The Italian Stallion rolls under the bottom rope following the graceful maneuver, and remains motionless on the apron.

<:Colin Jennings:>
""FUCK GRAVITY" by Tyler Angel. That was one magnificent yet deadly Hesitation Dropkick that has changed the direction of the match completely. If Angel was a stock, I'd invest in him because he's bringing big things to the table tonight!"

<:Big Al:>
"It's obvious you've jumped on a slow bandwagon to no where, on the Tyler Angel express. He won't be unifying anything tonight, except maybe excruciating pain, along with that Old far, Gnarfflinger. "

<:Colin Jennigs:>
"I'm sorry, haven't you been masturbating about Winthorp Darkrites all evening, whom might I add, is SLEEPING ON THE APRON. This bout is anyone's match and I suggest you remember that!"

Gnarfflinger slithers into the midst of the ring, before climbing to his feet. He hunkers over and tends to his torso before turning his attention and peering at Winthorp Darkrites who has risen to his feet seemingly by divine intervention. Darkrites barely is able to stand, and seeing this, Gnarfflinger happily takes advantage. He bounces off the far ropes before charging at his foe. When in range, Gnarfflinger leaves his feet and lunges forward like a lion. The king of the jungle leads by his shoulder, and dives through the ropes before driving his shoulder blade into the gut of his younger foe. The two superstars are sent soaring off the apron, before they fall unceremoniously to the unforgiving concrete, with Gnarfflinger impacting knees first, and Winthorp Darkrites contrastingly having his back and neck slam on the floor.

The arena erupts into sheer pandemonium following Gnarfflinger wicked Spear, a move that saw him cut through The Nexus Champion like grass. With the audience rallying behind him, Gnarflinger slowly but steadily regains a vertical base, followed by a lethargic, bruised Winthorp Darkrites. Gnarfflinger winds his fist back before firing it forward and driving it into the head of his younger foe. Darkrites retaliates with a weak looking hook but quickly follows up with a stiffer looking right. While the two combatants exchange shots on the outside, Tyler Angel rises to his feet back in the squared circle. He stumbles into the center of the ring before gazing at his competition. He then puts the gears into motion, running at the far ropes before bouncing off and charging at the next set. In one fluid motion he bends his knees before leaping over the ropes, into the air. He shoots at his opponents like a torpedo, and he collides with the two bodies. The Nexus Champion is sent back first into the security wall while Gnarfflinger, the GHW Champion is coerced over the wall, as he falls into the crowd.

Following Tyler's leap of faith, his sheer reckless abandon, a pool of bodies is scattered across the arena with all subjects inert.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"A Suicide Plancha by Tyler Angel that has taken out anyone and everyone. All 3 superstars are scattered and laid out on the floor. The GHW Champion has even been dumped into the crowd!"

<:Big Al:>
"Yeah but Tyler Angel's rare, aerial onslaught may have cost him. I'm going on record, that attack was pivotal point in our bout and the first man to his feet will be in control and ready to grab that brass ring."

<:Colin Jennings:>
"And there it is folks, rare, unbiased commentary by Al Mulligan. It's a 1 time occasion, so I hope your tuned because if your not, I feel sorry for you. You just missed out on some epic GHW history!"

<:Big Al:>
"And you'll miss out on Winthorp Darkrites becoming the King of The Mountain! There's the real history!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"I told you it was bound never to happen again. His commentary reminds me of Raj Kim Po...LIKE THE WIND!"

TBC by Gnarfflinger or Winthorp Darkrites

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

After the suicide plancha by Tyler Angel, the crowd is left bewildered and utterly stunned, as the surrounding atmosphere remains completely unchanged after all the action taking place at this very moment.

Winthorp lays motionless on the padded coverings of the concrete ground, while Gnarfflinger The Butcher lays amongst the crowd unseen by the cameramen, the only person who appears the least hurt is Tyler Angel, who is stirring on the ground, his eyes open and aware but his body unable to move after going through such a spectacular maneuver. The striped shirt official moves over to the side of the ropes and checks on the condition of all three men, but unable to see The Canadian Butcher, who remains hidden at the feet of the crowd, but to do his job, the referee makes swift hand movements, raising one finger after every second to initiate the count out.

1..

2..

3..

Tyler, mustering up a portion of his strength, lifts up his right arm, using that same arm to apply force into his movement to turn himself onto his stomach. Now lying face down on the padded surface, Tyler uses both arms this time to push himself up onto all fours and pushing himself hard to get himself back up to his feet, and through sheer determination and a strong will, the Television Champion successfully brings himself back up to his feet, raising his head high in triumph and allowing the crowd in the front row to applaude his effort as he enters the ring.

From behind the security barrier, The Butcher begins to pull himself back up to his feet with assistance from the crowd, who help him to his feet kindly, Gnarfflinger nods his head in appreciation and hops over the barrier. The Butcher takes a step forward before the motionless body of The Italian Goth comes to his attention. Gnarfflinger grabs Winthorp's arm, pulling The Goth up to his feet momentarily before pushing him back into the ring, Winthorp lays groggily on the mat as Gnarfflinger slides in after him.

Tyler Angel looks up at Gnarfflinger, the rookie television champion scoffs at the scarred veteran, who takes in the insult at the same moment and rushes in with a right hook, which makes contact with the cheek of the TV Champion, sending him stumbling against the ropes, Gnarfflinger lunges forward and takes a hold on Angel's left wrist, pushing him back against the ropes and throwing him forward into the opposing ones.

Big Al
"Let's see what The Aged Butcher has in store for us right now with the irish whip."

After a snapback of the ropes, Tyler Angel rebounds back towards Gnarfflinger who readies his right arm. Gnarff launchers himself towards the returning Angel and throws out the right arm, hitting him in the chest and sending him down to the mat with a hard thud, the stiff clothesline doing it's job. With Tyler down, The Canadian Butcher moves over to Winthorp, who is on his fours, trying to get himself back into the match, The Butcher however reaches The Goth first as he brings him up to his feet only to bring him into a bent position with a kick to the midsection. Gnarff points up at the crowd in the back seats at the top of the arena, placing Winthorp's head in between his legs and grasping his tights with both hands, Gnarfflinger pulls on the tights of the challenger Darkrites and lifts him up, Winthorp however forcing himself back to his feet, Gnarfflinger abandons the attempt briefly to drive a barbarous forearm into the lower back of The Italian Goth and reinitiates his attempt for the Piledriver, and with Darkrites pulled up into mid-air, The Butcher drops himself to the mat in a seated position with Winthorp's head hitting the mat with a vexatious thud.

Colin Jennings
"My god! What a ferocious piledriver used by Gnarfflinger on the challenger, Winthorp Darkrites. Let's pray that this hasn't caused any damage to The NeXuS Champion, because I doubt General Manager, Martin Prince wants to deal with any incident reports."

Big Al
"He'd be losing a top guy if he did lose this thing though Colin, he is the NeXuS Champion and by all rights, the No. 1 Contender to the title."

Winthorp's body flops after the impact of the Piledriver, leaving him immobile and possibly unconscious. The GHW World Champion returns to his feet after the given piledriver and looks up in glee at the damage that he has delivered, thinking himself to have removed a problem from his own personal equation. Turning himself around, The Canadian Butcher expecting himself to see Tyler lying on the mat in agony, only to find that Tyler is nowhere to be seen on the floor, but is standing on the top turnbuckle, launching himself at The Butcher with an extending left arm, Gnarfflinger ducks and Tyler lands on his knee with an awkward thud, the TV Champion grasping at his knee in torment.

Colin Jennings
"Uh-oh. Tyler must've landed badly on his move, look at his facial expressions there Al."

Big Al
"Like I said at NeXuS with Metal Dragon and Matthew Oliveira, sorry about your damn luck, kid."

Gnarfflinger delivers a boot to the head of Tyler Angel, knocking him down and motionless, using this moment to capatalize on the world by claiming the TV and the GHW World Title as his own, Gnarfflinger walks over to Winthorp, covering him for the pin.

1..

2..

..NO!

The crowd applaudes wildly as The Italian Goth lifts his shoulder up just in time for the kick out, The Butcher looks up in disbelief as Winthorp takes in deep breaths to regain his composure, Gnarfflinger on the other hand, in a state of rage, grabs Winthorp by the hair and pulls him back up to his feet, The Butcher drives a big right knee into the abdominal area of The NeXuS Champion that knocks the breath out of his lungs, grasping his left arm and putting it over his shoulder, Gnarfflinger then grabs a hold of Winthorp's leg and lifts him up into a Firemans Carry.

Colin Jennings
"I think we might see a Cleaver Slam here!"

Gnarfflinger pushes Winthorp up, but Winthorp recuperates quickly despite the shortness of breath, Winthorp kicks Gnarfflinger in the midsection and brings him into the bent position that The Butcher had Winthorp in earlier. Placing Gnarff's head in between his legs, Winthorp hooks both the arms of The Butcher with his own and clenches his teeth, taking in a deep breath as he lifts the heavier Butcher up into the air, turning him onto his back despite the struggle in weight differences and brings him down to the mat with a heavy thud, the referee himself jumping up into the air feeling the force of the impact.

Big Al
"Winthorp turned all that momentum of Gnarfflinger's into his own, bringing forth a beautiful Tiger Driver '91."

Colin Jennings
"Metal Dragon used it at NeXuS, and Winthorp uses it at Tried and Convicted to bring in his own justice to the ring."

Winthorp falls to the mat, the strain of the Tiger Driver sending him onto the mat, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. The referee looks at all three downed competitors in the ring and at the crowd who begin a rowdy chant of "Get back up!" followed by a round of claps and stomps, which signifies the referee to begin another count.

1..

2..

"GET BACK UP!"

3..

4..

"GET BACK UP!"

5..

6..

On the sixth count, Winthorp brings himself up to his feet once more, the face paint diminishing slowly as the action continues on, but The Italian Goth still fighting hard nonetheless, Tyler Angel also brings himself up to his feet, although his recuperative moment is more sloppy and groggy due to his weakened knee, Winthorp and Angel exchange glares with each other after both acknowledge each others sudden appearance, Winthorp mouths something to Tyler that isn't taken into consideration by the TV Champion, who moves forward with a kick towards Winthorp. Winthorp catches the uninjured leg of Angel's and smiles maniacally at the TV Champion, who looks back with a concerned expression. Using his own brute force, Winthorp pushes Tyler's leg and brings him down to the mat, and now with Tyler's foot in his grasp, Winthorp moves closer, bending his own leg and moving closer towards the fallen TV Champion, Winthorp wraps his arm around Angel's ankle and falls back, forcing his opposite leg onto Tyler's chest and holds him down with it, stretching back on Tyler's ankle as he locks in his signature maneuver, the Achilles Tendon Hold.

Colin Jennings
"We've seen this before Al, Winthorp locked this on Johnny Abs and forced him to submit to it after Abs couldn't find a way out of it."

Big Al
"You're right there Colin, this is a dangerous submission move, because the leg that's holding down Tyler Angel is the leg that'll keep him down as Winthorp applies pressure to the Achilles Tendon, so if Winthorp can maintain the hold, we may see the birth of a new champion."

Winthorp pulls both himself and Tyler's ankle back to increase the pressure of the Tendon Hold, Tyler screams in agony as continues in his effort to remove the leg from his chest, but to no avail. Tyler falls back to the mat in pain and the referee moves in for a pin count.

1..

2..

Tyler brings his shoulder back up to avoid the pin count, the referee stays in position, in case of another case of Tyler's shoulders hitting the mat. Winthorp screams malevolantly as he pulls back on the ankle once more, putting more pressure on the achilles tendon of the TV Champ.

With nowhere left to go, or nothing left to do. Tyler raises his hand, possibly as a tap out, but the submission is interupted as a diving headbutt from out of nowhere breaks the hold and continues the Triple Threat main event.

Colin Jennings
"What the F?! Gnarfflinger arrives out of nowhere and saves Tyler from tapping out to the Achilles Tendon Hold, the match goes on, the match goes on!"

Big Al
"I bet Winthorp is pretty pissed right now, he thought he had Gnarfflinger down after the the Tiger Driver, but it looks like we were pretty wrong there weren't we? Well, as always, Winthorp, sorry about your damn luck."

All three once again lay on the ground, breathing heavily and unable to move after exerting all of their efforts to maintain the match, The Canadian Butcher laying next to Winthorp Darkrites and Tyler Angel in the middle of the ring. The referee moves in for yet another count as none of the competitors react to the calls of the referee. However, before the referee can even begin the count, Gnarfflinger The Butcher, despite his own age and the pain of the triple threat, rises first out of all the three in the match. The GHW World Champion grins confidentally as he points up to the ceiling of the Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Complex once more, walking over to the turnbuckle in which he previously flew with his Diving Headbutt, attempting to go for yet another high flying move. With everything in check, and the moment just right, Gnarfflinger nods his head twice in approval of his own move.

Using the adrenaline and the cheers of the crowd as his strength, The Canadian Butcher launches himself into the air once more, holding out both of his legs for a flying leg drop, landing on Winthorp Darkrites who flinches almost instantly after the legdrop hits him, Tyler Angel on the other hand, rolls out of the ring to safety, leaving the ring occupied with only Winthorp and Gnarfflinger.

Gnarfflinger brings himself back up, punches himself in the chest twice to re-ignite his own fury, bringing Winthorp back up to his feet and kicking him in the midsection once more and bringing him into the bent over position from last time, taking a hold of the arm of The Italian Goth and placing it over his own shoulder, Gnarfflinger picks Winthorp up, taking a hold of his leg and holding him in the same Firemans Carry from before, the lights from every camera in the arena light up the ring as each crowd member takes a picture of the memorable moment, Gnarfflinger initiates the Cleaver Slam, but Winthorp once again counters the move, landing on his feet and kicking Gnarff in the abdominal area once more, taking a hold of the Butcher's head and jumping up into the air, Winthorp brings his own knee up to Gnarff's head as he lands on the mat, hitting Gnarff with The Cliffhanger which sends The Butcher down to the mat in an instant, the crowd cheering in utmost approval yet dissappointed that they couldn't snap a shot of the action in time.

Colin Jennings
"For the love of God on Heaven and Earth at the same time! Winthorp counters yet ANOTHER Cleaver Slam and turns the move around into his own finisher, The Cliffhanger! Good god am I loving this, what about you Al?"

Big Al
"Big trees fall down hard Colin, Gnarfflinger tried playing the big game with a youngster like Winthorp, only to receive the shorter end of the stick and a knee to the head, which should obviously send him a message."

As Winthorp stands proudly in the ring, he raises his arm in a triumphant pose as he did in NeXuS during the 2nd Phase. With The Italian Goth occupied in his own winnings, the crowd is shocked to see Martin Prince rushing through the crowd and jumping over the crowd barrier, the referee fails to notice Martin's appearance, who grabs both the legs of the referee and drops him face-first to the mat with a loud thud, Martin drags the referee out of the ring and enters soon after, Winthorp turns around but is too late to retaliate as Prince launches himself at Darkrites with a fury of left's and right's to The Goth's face. Knocking Winthorp down to the mat with a hard right hand, Martin exits the ring and pulls up the apron of the ring, searching the entire ring before pulling out two black steel chairs, a smirk etched on his face.

Colin Jennings
"What the hell Martin?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Martin pushes the two chairs into the ring and slides in right after, picking up both chairs as he gets up and raises them into the air with a big smile on his face now. MP places a chair underneath Winthorp's face and slams The Goth's head onto the cold steel, then taking his time, Prince lifts the chair up into the air as the crowd ready their camera as Martin brings the chair crashing down, hitting Winthorp on the back of the face as the chair underneath returns the equal force of the blow with an extravagant Con-Chair-To, a bountiful amount of blood running down Winthorp's face as the injuries of The NeXuS Deathmatch re-open, leaving Winthorp in a gathering pool of his own blood. With the entire match left in shattered ruins, and an official referee left unconscious, Martin Prince removes the two chairs from the ring and leaves them lying on the padded surface of the outside, taking his time to walk back up the ramp slowly, an aristocratic smile stretching across his face as he dissappears from the ring and into the backstage arena. Winthorp, Gnarfflinger and Tyler Angel still lay motionless throughout the entire moment and the referee is unable to continue watching the match, the crowd stay silent with only a few bearing conversation amongst each other.

Colin Jennings
"This is..this is a load of bullshit! What the hell does the General Manager think he's doing? Sabotaging the match for Winthorp for just about no reason? I think power has gone straight to his head Al, and you can't deny that at all."

Big Al
"With great power comes great responsibility Colin, Martin was doing what was right in the match. He's given both Gnarfflinger and Tyler Angel the greatest opportunity if they ever decide to rise up from their unconscious states, you see, unlike you Colin, Martin is an entrepreneus, he does what he can to make sure that everything runs smoothly as he wants planned."

Colin Jennings
"If you're idea of making sure things run smoothly, by attacking a superstar during their match and attempting to sabotage their chance at winning gold, then you're horribly mistaken friend."

Big Al
"Say as you wish friend, but all I know is that Winthorp Darkrites is out, Gnarfflinger and Tyler Angel are still in and Martin Prince has just created an abundant amount of opportunities for the two champions to collaborate in an effort to unify the titles amongst each other, not letting The NeXuS Champion get the chance to prove himself to the world at all. As always, Winthorp, sorry about your damn luck."

The atmosphere terse, the reactions gone as all of the scheduled performers in the match fail to react to the daunting chants of the crowd.

Colin Jennings
"This is unbelievable. Hopefully, one of these guys can get up and a new referee can get out here, cause I can't take this moment anymore."

TBC.

[gnarfflinger]

All four men are in the ring appear unable to continue for what appears to be an eternity before the Butcher is the first to his hands and knees. He sees the Referee down and out, Tyler Angel struggling to participate in the match once again, and Winthorp Darkrites down and out, bleeding badly. A cutting laughter draws the Butcher's attention to the ringside area, where General Manager Martin Prince wears a giant, shit-eating grin on his face. The Crowd is still shocked at the actions of the general manager, and the lack of crowd noise seems to unnerve the veteran. Gnarfflinger starts to crawl towards the Italian Goth, but collapses. Tyler Angel, however, does move to a position to attempt a pin, but fails to realize that the referee is out of commission.

Tyler Angel could have had this match won, but he was screwed by the General Manager!

Tyler regains his composure and curses as he gets to his feet. Darkrites is still slumped and like dead weight as the Television Champion tries to lift him. The attempt is interrupted by a spear from the Butcher. Gnarfflinger now notices the official on the canvas and a wicked grin crosses his face. He leaves the ring, pulls a table from under the ring to once again draw a reaction from the crowd, and slides it into the ring.

What the hell is he doing? This isn't a hardcore match, there's no place for a table in this match!

There's as much place for a table in this match as there is for Martin Prince and two steel chairs.

The Butcher places the table int he corner, leaning it against the ropes. Angel comes from behind, slams a forearm into the back of the Butcher, and shoves him into the table. The Table holds and provides something for Tyler to bash his opponent's face into. Gnarfflinger is quick to regain his composure, however, and slams an elbow into the gut of his tormentor. He spins around, and trades punches with the Television Champion. The size and power advantage of the Butcher backs the younger television champion towards the opposite corner. Gnarfflinger starts an Irish Whip towards the table, but reefs on the arm, leading Tyler Angel to yelp in pain. The Butcher then launches himself into the exposed ribs, driving forward, forcing Tyler Angel through the table.

Tyler Angel is finished! There's no way he can get back up after that one! All that's left is for the Butcher to wake the official and pin the Television champion!

I'll be damned, this old fart is going to pull it off.

Gnarfflinger drags Tyler to the center of the ring, locks in the Meat Grinder, and attempts to torture his target. The Referee rolls towards the submission attempt, but Martin Prince runs over to the timekeeper's table, motioning frantically to ring the bell. The Bell sounds as the ref checks on Tyler Angel. Prince is seen talking to Charlie Coors, who shoots him a dirty look as he take s the microphone.

Your winner, and NEW Undisputed GHW World Heavyweight Champion, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!

Prince takes the title belt into the ring and presents it to the confused looking Butcher. Tyler Angel climbs to his feet, staring daggers at both the Butcher and the General Manager. The Referee intervenes to try to stop the presentation, amid a chorus of boos.

There seems to be some confusion here.

No Confusion here, just stunned disbelief as that old geezer has apparently won the match!

The Referee speaks to the Butcher, who attempts to hand the title belt to the official, but is interrupted when Martin Prince slugs the official. The Butcher then slams the belt into the head of the General Manager, earning a roar of approval from the crowd. The Butcher grabs the microphone, and addresses the crowd.

Martin Prince, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but I do know that Tyler Angel never tapped out. The way I see it, this match ain't over yet!

The Crowd roars, the referee calls for the bell to restart the match, and Winthorp Darkrites regains his feet and fires Martin Prince over the top rope as the three combatants prepare to resume the match...

TBC: Tyler or Winthorp. If I've overstepped any boundaries with Martin Prince, I did it in hopes of putting on a good show!

[Martin Prince//Winthorp D.]

The General Manager of TNT gets back to his feet, holding the back of his head in pain as he stumbles back up the ramp, shooting a glare at all three competitors in the ring, who ignore him and resume focus on each other's movement as they begin to return to their respective corners. As Prince dissappears into the back once more, the attention of the crowd is brought back to the three superstars standing in the ring, breathing heavily and under a lot of strain from the match up. Tyler Angel, standing tall with pieces of the wooden table stuck to his back, but nonetheless still able to compete. Gnarfflinger The Butcher, the reigning World Champion, crouched down in his corner as the grizzled veteran takes deep breaths, surveillancing his opponents carefully. Finally, The Italian Goth, Winthorp Darkrites, who leans against his corner, the face paint completely removed and replaced with a crimson mask as the blood flows freely from his open wound.

Colin Jennings
"This has been a hell of a match Al, these men haven't stopped at all for a breather, but instead, fighting strong till the end and that's what counts for the final result."

Big Al
"Despite the interferences, all three guys in that ring have shown us what it means to be wrestling in the main event."

Although the fatigue has set in, the three titans move in once more, engaging in a triple lock-up, pushing equal force with equal force, each pair of feet digging themselves into the mat to continue in the valient effort. Winthorp breaks himself off from the lock-up, moving back and picking a target, rushing forward and dropping himself down, chop blocking Gnarfflinger behind the knee and sending The Candian Butcher down to the mat, with the TV Champion tumbling after and on top of him. As the action continues on, a second referee runs down to the ring, walking over to his injured predecessor and advises him to get to the back and allow him to take over, after a quick nod and an exit from the first referee, the match is now able to be fought under standard rules once more.

Winthorp runs up against the ropes, stretching them back as he rebounds directly off of them, hurdling towards the grounded Butcher, Winthorp pushes himself up into the air with a much needed adrenaline boost, pulling up his right arm for an attempted elbow drop but instead meets the mat once more as The Butcher rolls out just in time for the save.

The Butcher gets to his feet quickly and eyes Tyler Angel, they both look at the newly grounded Winthorp and exchange a curious gaze, both nodding at the opposite person and running up, lifting themselves up into the air, Tyler landing a low-senton splash on the abdominal area of The Italian Goth and The Butcher himself landing a horrendous leg drop on the upper chest of The NeXuS Champion.

Colin Jennings
"Combined effort to try and put down Winthorp Darkrites, but is it enough to keep him down permanently? I mean, Darkrites has taken baseball bats wrapped in barbed wire and bled an abundant amount of blood, especially in the NeXuS Deathmatch."

Big Al
"No shit, Sherlock. That's why he's called The NeXuS Champion for a reason, duh! Rookie announcers these days."

The crowd is kept in their seats, not taking their eyes off the action. They have witnessed a new highlight in the match featuring the double team attack on The Italian Goth, who rolls out of the ring and hits the padded surface with a soft thud. The Butcher and Tyler Angel stand proudly in the ring, thinking themselves to be the only two participants in the match. The two champions move in once more, locking up and pushing each other around the ring, Gnarfflinger pushing Tyler against the ropes, but the TV Champion retaliates quickly with a knee to the midsection. Gnarff doubles up in pain as Angel turns himself around, jumping up onto the second rope and rebounding off it, spinning himself vertically as extends his limbs outwards, catching The Butcher at the chest as he brings him down with a varient of a flying cross body. Tyler Angel quickly hooks Gnarf's leg as the referee brings himself down onto the mat for the count.

1..

2..

Gnarfflinger raises his shoulder up just in time to save himself from losing the match, the referee jumps up into the air, holding up two fingers in the air as the crowd delivers a great big 'BAWWWWWWWW'. In anger, Tyler lifts both himself and Gnarfflinger up into a standing position, taking hold of The Butcher's wrist as he pushes him against the rope for the irish whip, Angel sends The Canadian Butcher hurdling towards the opposite side and takes a step forward for a run, but as Angel continues to make his movement he finds himself being tripped and lands face first onto the mat, a drop of blood staining the mat.

Big Al
"Either someone tripped him, or he's one tripped out guy. But by looking at the replay of the aftermath, I think he's broken his nose or something because you can see a drop of blood following through after the fall."

Colin Jennings
"It's quite horrible isn't it Al? One small injury after another I guess, but then again, this is for a prestigious title after all."

As Angel groans on the ground, holding his possibly broken nose, Winthorp Darkrites enters the ring, a cunning smile etched on his bloodstained face, as The Italian Goth gets up The Butcher rebounds off of the ropes, sending himself back at Winthorp, but The Butcher is sent flying out of the ring as Winthorp drops to the mat, holding down the top rope.

With The Butcher now on the outside of the ring, Winthorp takes a second to consider his situation, looking at both Angel and Gnarfflinger, but turns to The Butcher in the end, falling on his back and rolling under the bottom rope. Winthorp looks around at the fans in the front row, who stare at Winthorp in return, Winthorp looking especially at the young man in the front wearing a "Give 'em Hell, kid." T-shirt. Winthorp grins maniacally as he crouches down to the padded surface, grabbing the edge of the padding and pulling it up, revealing the concrete flooring underneath. Winthorp grabs Gnarfflinger by the hair and brings The Butcher back up to his aged feet, Winthorp kicks Gnarfflinger in the midsection, bringing The Butcher's upper body down, Winthorp places Gnarf's head in between his legs and grabs hold of his pants, readying himself for a piledriver onto the concrete, as the initiative of the piledriver begins, Winthorp stops halfway as The Butcher lands back on his feet and lifts himself up, bringing Winthorp up into the air, flipping vertically as he lands onto the concrete floor on his back, Winthorp wincing in pain almost instantly, placing a hand on the spot of agony.

Colin Jennings
"Holy crap. A reversal of the piledriver leads to Winthorp receiving a full force of concrete to the back. Winthorp may be in some major pain now if you ask me Al."

Big Al
"Diddo, bud."

TBC.

[Tyler Angel]

Gnarfflinger takes a deep breath and empties the air into the bottom of his lungs before dropping down to the concrete. After climbing back to his feet ,the battered, bruised and bloodied veteran heavily plods, due to extreme fatigue, to his nemesis, Winthorp Darkrites, who desperately crawls away in his search for safety. The champion denies him though, as Gnarfflinger cocks his fist back before stiffly burying it into the face of the Gosh whom is draped in an utter crimson mask. Gnarfflinger grapples around Darkrite's head and commences to lifting him to his feet before quickly lifting his knee and driving it into his adversary's gut, stripping the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for air like a dying fish. With his opponent now doubled over, the GHW Champion snatches his foe by his hair and cocks his head back before stepping forward and swinging Winthorp's head forward with all his might, viciously slamming his dome into the side of the steel stairs causing a loud "THUD" to echo into the arena. Following the savage attack, Gnarfflinger grabs the rim of Winthorp's pants and grits his chipped teeth before tossing his opponent under the bottom rope and back into squared hell.

The defending champion slides back into the ring himself and gradually makes it to his feet before collapsing into the ropes, the wear and tear on his body starting to kick in. The champion winces in pain, bitting his bottom lip and clenching his eyes. The fighting champ he is, Gnarfflinger musters enough will power and strength to carry on, continuing to give his best effort and all in the historic bout. As Winthorp slowly begins to recover his bearings, Gnarfflinger strategically places himself behind him, stalking his prey, sizing him up, ready to strike like an old but menacing viper. As the groggy Italian turns, Gnarfflinger lifts his leg up as quickly as he can, his below average speed slightly less now due to the trauma he is coping with. Still the boot to gut maneuver is enough to get Darkrites to hunker over. From there, Gnarfflinger seizes his opponent's arm before twisting his hand backward, inflicting excruciating pain on his wrist. With Darkrites wincing in agony, Gnarfflinger spins inward before leaving his feet and seizing the front and back of his foe's head with his free hand. Before Gnarfflinger can deliver the finishing blow however, Winthrorp stuns the champion and shocks the crowd, as he manages to both free his wrist and fight through the numbing pain. Darkrites edges his head free, and tosses adversary off of him, causing Gnarfflinger to land awkwardly on his skull.

The bloodied Italian staggers back before dropping to one knee, obviously nearing 'E' in the stamina department, especially after the successful escape of the "Prime Cut." As the Canadian pulls himself up with the ropes, the other immigrant, the bloody Italian gradually makes it to his feet. The champion stumbles after reaching his feet, with his head tilting in an askew fashion, possibly somewhat dazed or concussed after the banging of his skull with the canvas. Noticing this, Winthrop digs deep and pops his hips before swinging his leg up head level. The toe of the Nexus Champion is brutally driven into the unsuspecting temple of Gnarfflinger The Butcher, with a force strong enough to bring the greatest titans to their knees. The GHW Champion is not given that easy road out however, as the vile kick leaves him staggering in place with weary eyes. Noticing this, Winthorp grapple his foe's head and bends him over before placing his skull in between his legs. With an impressive show of strength during the time of the bout and considering the turmoil that has transgressed, Darkrites hoists Gnarfflinger onto his shoulders. He struggles to maintain balance at first, but after he gets the feel he takes a step back before advancing forward and launching his adversary off his shoulders. The helpless Gnarfflinger is propelled into the air and ultimately tossed out of the ring, where he crashes skull and neck first onto the concrete below.

<:Big Al:>
"The champion was just Powerbombed out of the ring and he landed on his jellied chrome dome! Nighty night!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"How can you say that so calm and happily. The champion just had his career ended by one the challengers. All this for a gold strap. Is it worth it though?"

<:Big Al:>
"Ya damn right it is!"

With the crowd both gasping and anxious to see if Gnarfflinger's night and reign as champion is at it's end, Winthorp Darkrites lifts his scarred body off the ropes before tossing his arms up, clearly soaking in the glory of his tentative triumph. While the Nexus Champion celebrates, the third competitor in the Triple Threat match, Tyler Angel, slithers into camera view, as he crawls behind his oblivious adversary. The undetected, undiscovered Television Champion climbs to his feet before grabbing the raised arms of the Italian Goth. Angel pulls across Winthorp's throat so that they are laying across one another in an "X" formation. With the momentum all in his favor, Angel clenches his teeth and throws out a loud, ear piercing battle cry before violently bridging his back and lifting his foe into the air, using Winthop's arms as a deadly leverage. The Nexus Champion is planted head and neck first into the canvas. The impressive suplex gets the crowd up out their seats if they weren't causing the sold out arena to erupt into a state of sheer and utter bedlam.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"Bridging Straight Jacket Suplex! The patent finishing move of Tyler Angel is expertly executed here in Birmingham!"

<:Big Al:>
"And if he gets the pin, we'll move from one dumb veteran as champ, to a younger, pompous ass!"

With the straight jacket clutch still applied, Winthrop's shoulders are pinned to the mat, so the referee throws himself at the floor, raising his arm into the air, beginning his count.

"1!"

"2!"

The pandemonium is intensified as the Nexus Champion somehow defies the odds and the skeptics, escaping the straight jacket and rolling his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall seemingly a split second before the white and black official's hand was nearing the mat for a third and consecutive time. A frustrated Tyler Angel lifts his fists into the air before slamming them into the canvas, definitely frustrated with himself for not being able to secure the pinfall. As his foe slowly begins to lift his head off the canvas, the infuriated T.V. champion lifts up to a vertical base before backing up into the ropes. After bouncing off, he quickly accelerates, and when he is within range of his opponent who has stirred himself to his knees, he leaps slightly into the air and lifts his leg into the air, level to his had before swinging it down and simultaneously lifting his other leg before burying his foot print into the crimson painted face of Winthorp Darkrites, knocking him both to a supine position and potentially unconscious.

Tyler Angel scans the arena and takes a deep breath following the vicious Bicycle Kick, and with no one in posing a threat in the vicinity at this moment, Tyler steps through the ropes, exiting the ring and landing on the apron. The Television Champion, undefeated and in the driver's seat, slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle. After reaching the top, he peers down at his motionless foe before leaping off the top rope. He gracefully flies through the air but as he plummets through the atmosphere, Withorp Darkrites once again alters destiny, lifting his legs up and causing the helpless Angel to crash face first into his boots, only to skid off and land on his side.

Both men desperately attempt to find themselves and recuperate. The first to stand is Winthorp, obviously successful in the regaining of his stamina. His adversary, Tyler Angel is also successful, but he has failed miserably to keep his cool, as he has not regained his composure. The furious Angel quickly lifts his leg up, with the intent driving his foot straight through his rival. Winthorp Darkrites however, once again displays his technical prowess, a key reason why he emerged from the Nexus not only as champion but arguably, still in good shape. He catches Angel's foot in his armpit, and uses it as his advantage, as he pulls the leg, sweeping Tyler off his feet. Darkrites leans over and grabs the other leg of his supine opponent and before Tyler can attempt to counter, Darkrites places his leg in between his foes, stepping through them, before wrapping the Television Champ's legs around his own. He then commences to step over, and with Angel's legs firm in his possession, he turns his arch rival over to a prone position. In the middle of the ring, Winthorp begins to recline, violently compressing his foe's legs and sending a brutally painful feeling down his opposer spinal core.

With the Television Champion locked into one of the Wrestling World's deadliest, most popular moves, the crowd is quite simply mesmerized, as they cheer "THIS IS AWESOME", frantically.

:Big Al:>
"THE SHARPSHOOTER IS LOCKED IN! Ladies and Gentlemen, after all the GM nonsense and wounds, the bloody Nexus Champion is on the verge of capturing GOLD!"

The upper body of Tyler Angel squirms in a spasmodic fashion while the face of the 2nd champ in the match tightens, obviously stricken with intense pain. Tyler extends his arm out and allows his hand to hover over the canvas, as he contemplates the decision of whether he should concede to the pressure and submit or not. The terseness of the situation is indulging, as every life form in the arena gazes at the center of the ring, where Winthorp Darkrites continues to apply the pressure on his opponent who is captured in the devastating Scorpion Deathlock. Just Tyler Angel seems on the verge of tapping out, the GHW Champion pulls himself up on the apron behind the standing Italian. The sight of the Canadian throws the arena into an uproar as he springs himself up onto the apron before launching himself across the ring like a torpedo shot out of a submarine. The champion extends his arm out before clubbing Winthorp Darkrites behind his head, causing both men to collapse to the floor, breaking up the submission and saving the contest for himself.

Following Gnarfflinger's successful leap of faith, plunge of desperation, Flying Clothesline, the wounded, deranged vet slides his body under the bottom rope before pulling himself to his feet. He throws his arm high into the air, eliciting cheers and applause from the crowd before resting his head across the bottom rope. He then lifts his head up and marches across the apron before slowly ascending up the turnbuckle. Before Gnarfflinger can reach the pinnacle of the mountain, the top turnbuckle, a rejuvenated Winthorp Darkrites meets him with a fist, to a stunning dismay. Darkrites follows up with a second stiff shot which stops the champion in his tracks and leaves him perched, seated atop the highest turnbuckle. As the Italian begins to unload a furious flurry of shots to Gnarfflinger's battered brain, Tyler Angel lifts himself to his feet before limping toward the corner. Finding an opportunity which he cannot pass up, Angel clubs Darkrites in the back, bringing his offense to an abrupt end.

The Television Champion then climbs the ropes before seizing the arm of his foe so that both their elbow joints are snuggled together and wrapped accordingly. Angel then pulls Darkrites arm upward and behind him, violently contorting the elbow. With his free arm, Tyler Angel swings it around, driving his radius bone into Darkrite's face and locking it with his other arm, enclosing the bloody head of the Italian into a circle before falling to the mat, dragging his foe with him, locking him in a deadly Crossface Chickenwing. While on the canvas, Tyler Angel further limits an area for error, as he wraps his legs around his opponent's torso and violently squeezes him, preventing the air and bloody from flowing throughout his body. With the body scissors locked in, Winthorp Darkrites seems utterly helpless, and moments away from passing or submitting.

Still on top of the turnbuckle, Gnarfflinger raises his head and opens his eyes. He peers down at the mat and sees his championship in jeopardy. With his chances at retaining his gold quickly dwindling, Gnafflinger uses every ounce of strength to rise to his feet. Now at the very top of the turnbuckles, Gnafflinger suddenly leaps off. He gracefully rotates backward in mid air, executing an astounding back flip. He falls straight on top of his competitors, landing a brutal yet magnificent Shooting Star Press, that sandwiches Winthorp Darkrites and smashes Tyler Angel.

After the sheer gravity defying maneuver, Gnarffinger slides off the Italian Goth who in turn rolls out of the ring and collapses to the concrete floor.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Gnafflinger saves the match once again! Winthorp Darkrites was quickly fading away in that destructive Submission from the administered by the Television Champion. The old veteran refuses to lose tonight!"

<:Big Al:>
"I respect Gnarfflinger for going all out tonight, putting his old, shriveled body at risk. He has entertained these fans tonight, but I won't be shocked if he is carted out on a stretcher as the loser!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"The match may not reach that point of brutality, because here comes the cover!"

While the arena is swallowed in "Holy Shit" chants, the GHW Champion rolls over and drapes his arm over the chest of Tyler Angel, securing the pinfall and praying to himself that his aerial onslaught is enough to secure the win.

TBC by Gnarff or Winthorp

[gnarfflinger]

The Butcher's arm is draped lazily across the chest of Tyler Angel, in desperate hope of scoring the pinfall, but as the Official hits two, the count stops--Tyler Angel's foot is on the bottom rope. Darkrites regained his wits long enough to disrupt the count, and delay the potential heartbreak.

Close Call there, Al.

But that only counts in Horseshoes and Hand grenades, Colin!

You forgot commentary with you. Do you eat anywhere other than Taco Bell?

Darkrites has, by this time regained his vertical base. He spies the struggling Butcher, whips him to the far rope, and then elevates him over the top rope, the momentum carrying the 275 lb veteran to the steel guard rail, upon which the Butcher's chest makes an inglorious landing. The Italian Goth turns his attention to Tyler Angel. With the Television champion struggling to his hands and knees, Winthorp knows how golden this opportunity is. He lands a Tiger Driver.

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The Count is disrupted as the Butcher grabs the foot of the NeXuS champion to pull him under the bottom rope. The Butcher, with a surge of adrenaline, drives Darkrites back first into the Iron Post. He follows this up with an Irish Whip into the unforgiving steel ring steps. Darkrites flips across the steps and lands unceremoniously on the far side of the steps. The Butcher charges, and delivers a dropkick dislodging the steps into the face of the downed foe.

There's just something creepy about the way the Butcher seems to rejuvenate as the match becomes more violent!

That look in the Butcher's eyes is what unnerves me. He seems like he's in some kind of trance! A violent Zen state if you will.

The Butcher has a calm look on his face as he lays the Italian Goth across the announce table. Colin and Big Al instinctively bail. Charlie Coors also seems uncomfortable so close to the action. The Butcher wraps his hands around the throat of Darkrites as he begins to struggle. He then makes his way to the apron, only to find Tyler Angel stirring. The Butcher climbs to the top rope, but Angel knocks the footing out from under him, causing the Butcher to land groin-first on the steel support. Angel attempts to execute a Hurricanrana but the Veteran blocks, applies a bear hug to the Television Champion, and spins around, delivering a spinebuster, driving Angel into Darkrites, sending all three men through the announce table!

Are you alright, Colin?

Yes, unlike these three men in front of me.

Damn--er I have to agree with you. WE've seen the Butcher go to places like this for years, always wondering when it's finally too far!

TBC: Withorp or Tyler.

[Tyler Angel]

Tyler Angel is the first to pull himself out of the wooden debris. As he stands up, tentatively triumphant over his opponents, he stares down at Gnarfflinger who slowly begins to stir in disgust, scowling at his foe, and though he is frustrated because the Butcher is still alive, he respects the champion for his tenacity. He doesn't demonstrate that respect however, as he takes his palm and cuts it through the air only to slam it into the back of the fragile skull of the Ontario native, smacking him hard and demanding that the Butcher past the torch. The Television Champion lifts his opponent to his feet, gripping him hard and dragging him by his hair before backing him into the security wall. The Butcher grimaces in agony as his battered spinal region impacts the unforgiving surface. The Television Champion cocks his fist back before firing, unloading his frustration onto the scarred face of Butcher, knocking him senseless.

Angel grapples around the head of his foe and locks the Butcher's head in his armpit before attempting to lift his abused adversary into the air. The Butcher thwarts Angel's efforts, as he blocks the maneuver with his leg. Gnafflinger then retaliates with a stiff shot to Angel's ribcage, softening the T.V. champion up well enough to slide his head out and take advantage. Capitalizing, Gnarfflinger quickly lifts his leg up before plunging it into the gut of his foe, causing Angel to double over and from there Gnarffligner locks Tyler's head in his armpit before throwing his arm over his shoulder. The veteran suddenly pops his hips before hoisting his younger counterpart into the air and upside down, only to fall back and slam the 2nd ranked champion spine first along the security wall. Following the pancaking of Tyler Angel after the brutal supex, the Washington native is left suspended across the wall, with one side facing the ring and the bottom dangling before the eyes of the spectators.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"What a destructive suplex, and Angel's back may have been cracked in two!!!"

The World Champion slowly climbs back to his feet before snaring at his foe, whom he has left in a precarious position. A sinister, sadistic, disturbing grin etches on the face of the Ontario resident, as he thinks now is the time to completely end the career of Tyler Angel and at least cause the bout to become a one on one showcase. As Gnarfflinger climbs onto the apron and begins climbing up the turnbuckles, he doesn't notice Winthorp Darkrites rising to his feet after recovering his bearings. The Nexus Champion quickly advances to the ring and hops onto the apron before catching the attention of his foe. Gnafflinger takes his foot and viciously buries it into the face of the bloodied Goth, knocking Darkrites down but as he was falling to the apron, he grabbed along the ropes, causing the ring to shift and ultimately coercing the Butcher into an unbalanced state. Gnarfflinger doesn't escape his predicament in tact, as he loses his footing and lands with his legs in between the ropes, immediately cringing due to his terrible landing.

Winthorp Darkrites quickly rolls under the ring and slithers toward the turnbuckle before rising to his feet and slowly ascending up the turnbuckles. He lifts the scathed Butcher to the top before locking his head tight in his armpit. The facially defaced Darkrites throws Gnarfflinger's arm in back of his head and over his shoulder before hoisting him into the air, upside down, causing the blood to rush to the deformed head of the lunatic champion. Winthorp Darkrites holds the position for a brief moment, before falling back, and as he crashes to the mat, he simultaneously plows the broken brains of Gnarfflinger The Butcher into the canvas. Following the rare occurrence of Winthorp Darkrites patent maneuver, the crowd is left cringing at the sight, but gasping in awe.

<:Big Al:>
"The Life Call by Nexus Champion Winthorp Darkrites, and he just drove the Champion skull first into the mat. The Gothic Era is moments away from commencing folks!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"For once I'm inclined to agree with you. Gnarfflinger's skull didn't land smoothly for sure. But it's like they say, all good things must come to an end!"

<:Big Al:>
"Good? Gnarfflinger's and useless moron who beat another moron to get here. Wait, are we talking about the same person?"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"Gnarfflinger's been like a fine wine. Only getting better as his age progresses!"

<:Big Al:>
"Oh please, Gnarfflinger's been like an investment in a terrible car. It runs poorly and gives you one good ride before suddenly getting derailed. And that's what about to happen to Gnarfflinger's reign as champion and his career, all in a few seconds!"

The profusely bleeding Goth winces in agony and holds his back before slowly rolling over and limply stretching his arm over the chest of the Ontario Butcher, and draping it over him, pinning his fallen foe and causing the ref to throw himself down to the mat in an extremely theatrical manner. The official, Darren Matthews, covered in white and black, throws his arm into the air before beginning his count.

"1!"

"2!"

Just as it would seem that the end has finally come to Gnarfflinger's reign, the champion defies the odds and for now, silences the skeptics as he manages to get his leg across the bottom rope. As the mighty challenger lifts up, his eyes burn with a fiery rage, as he is completely torn apart inside by the Butcher's intransigence.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"And the champion once again laughs at the face of defeat. He refuses to die folks!"

<:Big Al:>
"You and I both know he's prolonging the inevitable. GNARFFLINGER, JUST GIVE IN!!!"

Winthorp Darkrites buries himself in the corner and sputters a heap of blood from his mouth before contracting his eyebrows in anger, as he glares at the wounded, possibly concussed but definitely injured champion who brings his hands to his head and cups them around it, trying to ease the pain on his swollen dome. Afterward, the GHW champion slowly begins to stir, before releasing an agonizing shriek of pain, as the damage inflicted upon him by his opponent's as well as himself, has caught up with him. The Butcher stumbles to his feet and staggers into the ropes chest first, and with Gnarfflinger darn near discombobulated, Winthorp Darkrites embarks on what he feels is his final endeavor of the night. Stalking his prey, Darkrites rises to his feet before skulking behind the abused champion. He quickly wraps his arms around the waist of the 275 pound Ontario native and clasps his wrists together, trapping Gnarfflinger into a circle and preventing him from slipping or wriggling himself to safety.

Before he can be lifting up and slammed into his demise, the veteran grabs the top rope, preventing Darkrites from fulfilling his mission and satisfying himself. The challenger attempts yet again to pull Gnarfflinger off the ropes, but the champion averts it, holding onto the ring ropes for dear life. Just when things seemed at a standstill in the match, the once immobilized Tyler Angel crawls into camera view before hopping onto his apron. He stares into the weary eyes of his aged opponent before leaping onto the ropes before his very eyes. Tyler lunges forward, causing Gnarfflinger to duck, not to hip about getting beheaded. With his initial target missed, Angel wraps his arms around the head of Winthorp Darkrites, before flipping forward and dragging him down, and the force of Angel's attack is enough to get Gnarfflinger to lose his leverage. The champion is pulled off the ropes and launched into the air, where he soars across the ring before landing onto the back of his neck and head with a thud.

With all there competitors motionless on the canvas, the crowd, delirious with excitement, once again showers the arena with their approval.

<:Colin Jennings:>
"A Flying Neckbreaker by Tyler Angel, and a German Suplex by the Nexus Champion Winthorp Darkrites. The only man who came out safely from that exchange was the Television Champion himself!"

<:Big Al:>
"Yeah, but Gnarfflinger took the brunt of the blow. And if he wasn't pulverized before, he is now. Did you see how he landed so awkwardly on his neck. It's a sight to behold!"

<:Colin Jennings:>
"So hypocritical of you. Exhibiting a deranged sense of excitement when you roast Gnarfflinger for being so."

<:Big Al:>
"You cannot fault a man for being stricken with amazement. Gnarfflinger has teetered on the edges of defeat all night and after something like that, you just have to realize that his moment of loss is nearing. "