Post by Dave Carter on Nov 20, 2008 16:10:02 GMT -4
Posting this by request of Kingbear.
JP: "Well, if Gnarfflinger didn't stay down beforehand, now he will."
DC: "Beauty! Eat teeth you skillet-wielding prick!"
*JP bursts out in a laugh while Ray begins welling up with tears.*
Ray: "That was kinda mean..."
Meanwhile, Matt has made his way over the the rindside area closest to the entrance ramp, discovering the second explosives board in the match. With blood on his face, and most-likely blisters on his back, he collects four chairs strewn in the vecinity of the ring. He unfolds all four, placing them facing inward in a square. Oliveira, eyes darting, tunnel-vision running rampid in what destruction could unfold. He yells at a towel-jockey, one of those lower-class ring staff that run about during commercials, and makes him grab the barbed wire board at one end, Matt lifting it up on the other, and the two lower it on the seats of the chairs so that the board sits off of the ground. Seeing what he has created, and seeing it was good, he returns to Brett and Gnarff, being pulled up and rescued from a 10-count, only to ensure more damage. Matt looks at Brett, then to the recoiling Butcher, and back to Brett. Steel looks over Matt's shoulder at what Oliveira has accomplished, and not being the most appreciative of barbed wire, helps Matt take Gnarff over the the adjacent ringside. Both men hammer down forearms and fits on Gnarff, trying to make the biggest man of the match stay down. They drag his limped body onto the apron, Matt climbing up as well with good ideas but bad intentions. He lugs the big man to his feet, tucking Gnarff's head between his legs in a standing headscissors. Matt hooks the Butchers arms behind his shouderblades in piledriver-position, and pulls back on a wing-and-a-prayer that he still has the strength to lift up Gnarff. The strain, however, is too much for his beaten back. Steel aids his opponent by climbing onto the apron, behind the Butcher, grabbing Gnarff by the back of the legs and lifting. Matt holds the stance for a moment, Steel letting go once the center of gravity is in Oliveira's favor. Matt strains, nearly letting go before stepping sideways (facing in-ring) and falling backward towards the barbed wire board...
CRACK! BANG!!!
JP: "Concussion Driver! Driver through the board! Matt just drove Gnarfflinger through the board! The explosives!"
Ray: "Whoo, I dunno about the C4, Jimmy, but that move was explosive enough." *Ray fans himself with his hand*
DC: "Score one for Matthew Oliveira, zero for the pan-carrying fairy."
Matt and the Butcher lay in the plywood, wire, and smoke of the explosives. Both men incredibly numb now, ears ringing severly, lacerations abundant on their bodies. Steel, still on the apron, looks at the crowd, erupting in a "Please don't die!" chant, sarcasm almost sickening. Brett shrugs to himself, figuring "What the hell" and leaps off of the edge with a flying headbutt onto the mess below him. The crowd pulses with excitement, as the promised human demolition derby has rang true. Steel, holding his abdomen, begins to crawl towards the ramp, leaving the weakened Oliveira and Gnarfflinger to fend for themselves.
------------------------Lrey------------------------
Brett holds his stomach in sheer pain, as he stares down the ramp to the near dead Gnarfflinger and Matt Oliveira. The counts begin to come from the ref slowly, Brett holding his abdomen still in pain. Brett lays a hand on the ramp, and raises his crawling body up to a standing position, the count hitting only 3 as the smallest man in the match stands completely up.
Matt Oliveira and Gnarfflinger begin rattling around slowly on the mat near the 5 count, groans being drowned out by chants and screams from the crowd. Both men lay hands out of the mat, raising slowly with time to spare when the count only reaches 7, both men on their knees already. Whilst getting to their feet, The Butcher slams a hand into the back of Matt's back, making the Hardcore Genius cringe in a slight bit of pain.
J.P.: Well I was going to say that this would have no effect to either man, and that both men would get to their own feet with no problem, but Gnarfflinger insists otherwise. I think he wants to make Matt Oliveira suffer, and inevitably lose.
DC: Well I do believe thats what Lrey had when he made this match, suffering and destruction. It's a wonder that the man made this any match but the Main Event of the Hardcore Games. He has to be wondering why the hell he did that, I mean there has to be a Main Event, and not many things can outdo this match.
J.P.: Not many men could think up, or even find a match much sicker and twisted than this one here, but if there is one, it's Lrey. He has had some of the sickest thoughts ever seen, and has made them a reality. The Hardcore Games is by far the sickest invention by his mind, but definitely not his last. Now it looks like either men are finally finding their feet.
Gnarfflinger and Matt Oliveira stand on hands and feet, trying desperately to get to their feet fully, as the number 9 booms throughout the arena. Both men have almost no trouble with the last moment though, just pushing off their hands, before balancing their feet and breaking the count. Brett looks onto the two men with an almost disbelief, muttering "How the hell" to himself.
The two men stare up the ramp to Brett, who comes running down the ramp, a full head of steam building up. Brett runs straight to Gnarff, dropping his shoulder, and going to Spear the groggy man. Out of nowhere though, Gnarff sidesteps the brawler of a man. Brett falls with a sick thud, as The Butcher walks past a pool of pure light tubes, and grabs his frying pan, blood stains showing on it.
Gnarfflinger takes a few steps back, and holds the frying pan beside himself, ready to slam it into Brett's face. Brett begins moving lightly on the ground, moaning somewhat, and wiggling easily on the mat he lays upon. Matt Oliveira sees this, and smiles lightly to himself, standing behind Gnarff with the chance to take the man down, but letting Gnarff take Brett out.
J.P.: I don't see this ending well for the Steel Savior. He has been doing great all match, and decimating here and there, but when that frying pan goes up, it comes back down on someone. Brett came into this match at the last moment, possibly the biggest surprise to everyone, but when he came he made an impact, but that impact may be over.
Ray: "I cry when angel's deserve to die". That is a true enough sentence right now. Brett is the biggest Forsaken Angel, but even with that, he is the smallest man in this match. Least he was something to look at.
DC: Forsaken Angels? This is Slam Jam Nation territory.
J.P.: Sorry to let you know this Dave, but this isn't SJN territory. This is the Titans and the Angels territory. These two stables were made because the Coven, and these two stables are making Revelation the best show it can be.
Brett's hand lays slowly on the mat below, as he raises his body slowly, his posture being a push-up like position. The Steel Savior lays on a knee for a moment, facing the opposite of Gnarfflinger, breathing heavily. He then stands slowly, his chest slowing, as the only thing he can know is footsteps behind him. The crowd begin to cringe to their seats, knowing what will come next, as the Steel Savior turns slowly.
Gnarff's frying pan goes maybe halfway, as Brett Steel turns around, firing off his left foot. Brett's right foot zooms swiftly and deadly straight into the frying pan. The frying pan slams into Gnarff's face, as he turns in pain, and begins falling slightly towards the light tubes. Matt Oliveira comes from nowhere as The Butcher begins falling, grabbing around the two outstretched arms of Gnarff, and locking his hands together.
Matt Oliveira falls with The Butcher, his hands locked firmly behind Gnarfflingers head and around his arms, as his face curves down towards the light tubes. Matt now sweeps his own feet from under himself, as Gnarff's face connects full force into the pool of light tubes, blood running sickly down his face. Matt gets some of the impact, but quickly scurries to his feet before the 10 count, making Gnarfflinger the first man eliminated, as the crowd scream "Holy Sh*t"
DC: HOLY HELL! Brett just hit the Steel Toed Boot on Gnarfflinger, using The Butcher's frying pan as an extra killer. The Matt took him out with the Magnum DDT, into the light tubes none the less.
J.P.: That was a great manuever of moves, that could only be brought to you by GHW, and the Hardcore Games. Gnarfflinger is the first man out, so now this is between Brett and Matt Oliveira. You know Dave, you should commentate, you got the attitude, wouldn't mind taking over for Ray would ya?
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
Brett and Matt both stumble away from the downed corpse of Gnarfflinger and rest on the apron as medics rush down to ringside and cart The Butcher away. Brett sighs lightly, knowing he only has one man left to beat, he then looks up and lets out another sigh of dissapointment, realizing it's the self proclaimed "Hardcore Genius" he has to beat. Brett quickly jumps forward and attempts to throw a shoulder into the chest of Matt but Matt sidesteps and nails Brett in the upper back with a pair of hammer like hands, sending the submission specialist to the mat in pain. Matt slowly moves over to the crushed light tube pile and picks out a fresh one before turning around to the painfully rising Brett Steel. His face goes surprised as he takes a moment to hand it to the smaller man for always coming back for more, he then smashes the light tube over the back of the head of Brett. Brett cries out in agony as the stinging sensation shoots down his spine, causing him to arch his back.
JP: It doesnt look so good for the smaller Brett Steel right now...
DC: Yeah but you really gotta hand it to a guy that will take a beating like he's taken in this match and keep on coming when he's the smallest man in the match.
Ray: You also gotta hand it to a guy that does all that and still looks damn sexy!
Matt helps Brett up to his feet and lays a heavy fist into his jaw before following up with a chop across his chest from the other hand, Brett stumbles backwards before leaning against the ring post. Matt quickly grabs Brett by the head and slams the back of his head on the ring post, sending Brett to the mats without life in his eyes. Matt stands back and lets the ref begin his count, by the time the ref gets to 7, Matt hasnt had enough fun yet and helps Brett to his feet, breaking the count. Brett lays limp in the arms of Matt as Matt pushes him out and ducks him down before popping him up to his shoulders, he then slams the limp body of Brett down on the pile of broken light tubes with a spinning powerbomb. Matt the flops Brett over to his stomach to reveal the blood soaked back of Brett with glass protruding from it, Matt grins lightly as he picks up a cheese grater and runs it over the back of Brett, pouring blood forth. Brett groans lightly in pain and Matt grins to himself, realizing he's actually causing pain to the unconcious Steel. Matt tosses the cheese grater into the crowd, spraying blood all over the fans as it flies through the air, he then picks Brett up and props him against the apron before taking a few steps back.
JP: He's not going to is he? Oh my, the big man is attempting a drop kick to Brett Steel, he's going to kill him! Somebody stop this!
DC: OH OUCH! That had to REALLY hurt, Brett fell to the ground before Matt could land the drop kick, causing Matt to slide one foot over the apron and into the ring while the other split down towards the ground.
Ray: I'm coming!!!!
JP: No you're not! *grabs Ray and sits him back down*
Matt finally falls to the mats below with a groan of pain as the ref begins a double count. The crowd begins a chant of "BRETT! BRETT! BRETT!" as the ref gets to 3. The crowd gets louder as Dave and the rest of SJN join in on the chant, somehow in the midst of the blackness Brett hears this and begins to stir. Everyone gets louder as the submission king stirs moreso at the count of 6. By the count of 8 Brett Steel is fully upright with Matt waiting for him, even more pissed off than before because of the chant. Matt swings a wild right to the jaw of Brett but Brett ducks back and comes back with a shot to the ribs of Matt. Matt reels, not realizing the smaller man has so much power in his hands as Brett continues to pound fists into the open stomach of Matt. As Matt goes to block the hits, Brett quickly spins around and grabs behind Matts head and drops down for a Stunner.
JP: WHAT A COMEBACK!
DC: BRETT BRETT BRETT!!! Oh sorry... The chant is over
Ray: My hero... Wait what am I saying? KICK HIS ASS MATT!!!
Brett Steel quickly scurries around the body of Matt and flips him over to his stomach before locking in a Stressing to the Breaking point. Matt howls in agony as Brett continues to apply pressure to his specialty, Matt pushes up off the mats with all of his strength but Brett leans back, putting weight on Matt, causing him to fall back to the mats. Matt groans again in pain as Brett continues to apply the hold, putting everything he has into the maneuver. Matt raises his hand and begins pounding on the mat, trying to take the pain and slightly tapping out. Brett hears this and smiles to himself before releasing the hold and moving away from Matt, Matt groans in pain as he rubs at his legs before dragging his body away from Brett with his arms. He then reaches up and uses the apron to pull himself to his feet, as he releases the apron he stumbles slightly before gaining the strength in his legs again. Matt shakes each leg lightly before moving towards Brett who's motioning for him to come get some.
JP: Brett seems to be getting cocky now, even though he's been bleeding profusely all night.
DC: Well, the good guys have some right to be cocky every now and again!
Ray: YEAH! It's hotter!
Matt lunges in at Brett, attempting to nail him with a shoulder block but Brett sidesteps and hooks his arm for an arm drag takedown but much to his surprise, Matt resists the hold and reverses it into a modified arm drag takedown of his own. As Brett flips over Matt, Matt keeps hold of his lower arm, stressing Bretts elbow before hearing a pop. Bretts elbow goes limp as Matt releases his arm with a grin. Brett rolls on the ground in agony before rolling to his stomach a final time and slamming his elbow into the ground multiple times before hearing a second pop as the elbow pops back into place. Matt laughs lightly at the show before helping Brett up only to receive a kick to the stomach before a DDT, planting Matt to the mats below. Brett slowly rolls away, favoring his elbow as he stands up and throws one arm into the air trying to pump the crowd up moreso. The crowd and SJN go insane as Brett cheers along with them, attempting to pump himself up for the rest of the brutal match.
------------------------Vladimir Strife------------------------
Vladimir makes his way down the ramp, a steel chair in hand. Brett watches him as he makes his way towards the ring, but it works against him as Matt soon gets back to his feet, nailing him across the back of the head with the lid of a trash can. He smashes Brett's head against the railing as Vladimir makes his way towards them. Vlad and Matt's eyes meet and they stare intensely at one another.
Meanwhile, back in Vlad's lockerroom, Zantazm gets up from his seat and walks closer to the television, getting a better view on it of what is happening. Vladimir hands Matt Oliveira the chair suddenly and steps over Brett Steel, walking past the two. As Brett gets up, Matt plants a chairshot across Steel's scalp, dropping him back down. Vladimir locks eyes with Dave Carter for a moment, then flips him off before walking off to the back once more.
DC: That was... random.
JP: Don't take it personally... Vlad doesn't like much of anyone..
DC: You don't say?
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
JP: "So, in his own unique way, Vlad has just come to Matt's aid. I'm not sure to judge the subtlety of the help, but it looks like Vlad is accepting Zantazm's offer."
DC: "I suppose so. I don't even know what flipping me off was for, maybe he's still a little moody?"
Ray: "Maybe he needs a massage!"
Matt drops the chair, looking back at the exiting Vladimir, an appreciative grin cracked on his face, and drags the dazed Brett into the ring. The referee moves into the ring as well, checking on Steel who is moving about, obvious sign that he still is in fighting condition. Oliveira retrieves the second table of the match from ringside, dragging it around the corner and setting it up outside the ring post on the arena floor. He swipes away a bit of the debris on it, blood and bits of broken glass, from the mayhem occuring since the beginning of the match. Once accepting the table for it's hygenic perfection, he gathers a pair of steel chairs used previously, unfolding them and raising them up onto the table on each end. The chairs, again, face each other but with a fair amount of distance -and table- between them. Brett, in the meantime, is pulling himself up by the ropes, still trying to shake off the weapon-induced cobwebs. Matt scrambles around the outside, picking up light tube upon light tube as if a squirrel in a autumn harvest, laying them on the middle of the set table, gathering roughly a dozen -of the remaining few- in place. Matt glances into the ring, checking again for his opponent, deciding he has a bit more time. The "Genius" barks to his makeshift assistant, the towel boy, now wearing a pair of work gloves. He sprints over to a pane of glass as directed, assisting Matt in lifting the pane and carrying it over to the tube-table. On three, they lift the pane up onto the chair seats, bridging the gap between the two and roofing the light tubes in between. Matt takes a step back, reaching his non-blood-covered hand into his pocket and removing $10 which he hands to the ring crew member, before climbing back into the ring to a ready Brett Steel.
DC: "Look at that! One of GHW's employees practically sold out for ten dollars! The boss must not be paying those kids enough."
JP: "Well, Matt is a visionary. If someone aids him in making his ideas come true, they get to reap the rewards."
Ray: "I've got an idea I want to come true, will any of you help me with that?"
JP: "There's not enough money existing that would convince us, Ray."
Matt rolls into the ring, Steel stomping like a madman on the small of the back. Brett gives a couple more kicks into Matt's ribs, Oliveira losing his breath as a boot sucks the air from his lungs. Steel gets his second-wind, pulling Matt off of the canvas and standing him up with rubber legs, his eyes dancing over a large man in a yellow shirt in Section A-14. Oliveira's view of the yellow man is replaced with a black, padded glove, growing bigger and bigger before...BAM! Right hand by Steel! Matt staggers backwards, BAM! Another right, his head cocking to one side before tilting back into place. Number three, BAM! Roundhouse fist to the cheekbone from the left, Steel mixing it up as he goes along. Matt drops to one knee before pushing back up out of instinct, resembling Rocky on a bad day. Brett extends his left hand, lightly wrapping it under Matt's jaw, holding him up for a final blow. Steel pulls back, tightly clenching his fingers, lining his knuckles, and inching his feet into the right spot for...CRACK! Right hook across the blunt of the forehead! Matt wobbles, falling straight forward in a tribute to Ric Flair's mat-flopping comic relief. The fans grow frenzied once more, Steel taunting, wanting to know if they want it to keep going or end it here and now. Minor chants of "One more time" catch his ear, agreeing with the minority. Oliveira lays face-down on the mat, admiring how soft the canvas feels in comparison to a MMA-fighter's knuckle sammiches, but unfortunately for Matt, he's being heaved up once more for the last hurrah. Brett is able to get his opponent standing again, well, leaning on his own shoulder, one of Matt's arms slumped around Steel's neck, Oliveira muttering he doesn't want to go to school today. Brett calls the referee over, asking him to keep Matt standing for a little longer so he can prepare for "parting ways". The ref obeids, keeping Matt steady by holding him by the belt. Steel jogs his way over, giving a couple warm-up style high knees before wheeling around to have the "Hardcore Genius" in his crosshairs. Brett shuffles sideways, pounding the mat with his foot, the fans clapping along, and he side-steps towards Matt. His foot raises, hip pivoting, supporting foot raising for full extension, it's all over...
CRACK!
DC: "Holy sh*t!"
JP: "Holy sh*t!"
Ray: "...wow!"
JP: "Matt moved! Brett just Steel Toe Booted the referee! He done brokeded his nose!"
DC: "Man...I think he just sh*t himself."
(OOC: FYI, those were The Longest Yard references.)
Matt falls out of the ring, landing near the siding, just able to peer under the ring skirt. Brett turns around, noticing he just near-caved the referee's skull in, the official's eyebrow deeply cut and bleeding profusely. Steel is quick to help the referee, Matt no longer at his attention, placing a hand over the cut and applying pressure to stop the loss of blood. GHW officials, accompanied by a few medics rush down the ramp and into the ring to help the fallen "zebra" with Brett still trying to help, a little bit of guilt, but just trying to close a wound. Matt, still in and out of realism, lays a hand on cold metal under the ring, deciding in some inpromptu fun. The crowd of the injury party pour outside of the ring, one member staying behind to call the rest of the match, Brett returns to scoping out Oliveira, promising himself that one kick that got away, his eyes scanning nearby for a sign of the "Genius". Matt gets back to his feet, taking a gaze at Brett, the blood from that ice pick wound flowing down his face, an sports an uncommon smile. He raises his hands to reveal his discovery, a large chain, almost an out-of-place tribute to Vladimir in-return, link upon link of cold steel (pun), looking back at Brett, still holding the chain as if a gift to the gods. Oliveira shakes off his glory, climbing back into the ring with the chain, and pouncing at Brett. Brett ducks the improved clothesline, Matt spins around, and Steel delivers a kick to the gut and bending down, wrapping his arms around the waistline of Matt and lifting him up. Breet props up a leg, bending it 90 degrees and drops to the mat, Oliveira falling across Brett's leg in a backbreaker. Steel holds on, lifting Matt up again and dropping for the second backbreaker, Oliveira screaming from the abuse to his vertabrae. Still, his opponent holds on, standing up again and readjusting his arms to a belly-to-belly stance. Steel makes it a three-move combo, twisting and planting Matt to the ground with a spine-buster onto the chain, his back know as tender as ground beef.
JP: "This looks to remain Brett's fight. One more picture-perfect hit, and it's all over."
The new referee begins administering a 10-count on Matt, laying brutalized over a biker's chain. Brett looks down, over the splayed remains of Oliveira, deciding a quick trip out of the ring for some "shopping" won't hurt. Steel steps through the ropes and down to the floor, giving some fans a few high-fives over the barbed wire before deciding on a lonely-looking chair. He tosses it into the ring, before rejoining his opponent, now under a count of six. Brett drags Matt to all-fours by his hair, allowing his opponent to regain himself until he waffles Oliveira across the back again with the chair, a near-slapping sound echoes accompanied by another scream from Matt. Oliveira twitches, convulsing over again onto his back and trying to wait a bit of the pain off. Brett lays the chair over Matt's head, lightly, preparing for a basic ant-squishing technique to end the contest once and for all. He walks over to the corner, standing up on the second rope and pumping up the fans for what could be a Chair-assisted Diving Headbutt. Steel scales the turnbuckle, slowly turning around as to not lose his footing. Unknown to him, Matt creaks his way to sitting, chair in hand, waiting for Brett to come in eye contact with his. Brett turns, and Matt whips the chair at him, clashing off of his head, he loses his balance. Steel falls backwards, off the turnbuckle...crashing directly onto the Pyramid of Hell (tables, glass, and tubes) Matt had set up earlier. Glass, tubes, and tables break, spilintering of wood, glass and fumes misting from the light tubes as Brett falls through the structure, finally halting on the ground in array of shattered glass, the duo of chairs landing amongst the wreckage. Oliveira looks slowly to the outside, seeing his opponent in a car-accident, he falls into the nearest corner, finally able to take a breather.
JP: "Oh my God... I mean, that's alot of glass. This match is getting unreal!"
DC: "Unreal? Damn right! This is only for a chance to do this one more time!"
Ray: "Hell! Two more times! Not even for a title if neccessary!"
TBC in the next post[/center]
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
Saturday Night Revelation returns to the live arena from the Mickey Mouse-induced chaos spread by Alex, Brian, and TPK. The extraction from the event has allowed multitudes of weaponry to fill the ring and ringside area. The tops of the guardrails have barbed wire coiled around them, even going over the front of the Commentator's table -at least we don't need to worry about Ray being a field nurse. The long, mesmerizing wire slithers it's way down the edges of the entrance ramp and aisle-way. Meaning that the "lucky" competitors will constantly have a border of barbs. Light tubes sit upright in the corners, some taped to the ropes, and some laying restless on the arena floor. On the outside lays a bed of nails, and in the opposite side, a second bed of nails. In the other two sides are barbed wire boards rigged with C4 (nice little tribute to FMW). In two ring corners are large panes of glass, being accompanied by it's brothers and sisters with more panes leaning up against the guardrail. The first two rows of fans have been given safety glasses, so under this circumstance, GHW is safety first. There is also an abundance of steel chairs and tables, alternating with the other weapons of destruction.
JP: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to our second quarter-final match in the Hardcore Games. As you can see, to go along with the theme of "No Man's Land", yours truly and his eccentric partner have been outfitted with both protective goggles and army-grade helmets. Let's take you through the rules before we hand it over to Lizzie Morna."
*A screen pops up with a point-form basis, also showing up on the titantron for everyone without contact with the commentators, many heads turned to read the rules while anticipation grows from the objects in-ring.*
"-All three participants will be in the ring at the same time."
-The match will be underway upon Three-Way-Dance Last-Man-Standing rules. A superstar must be unable to answer a ten count issued by a GHW official to be eliminated.
-One signature or chosen weapon is allowed, per participant.
-The contest will continue until there is one participant left, your advancer in the Hardcore Games.
*The screen fades out as Lizzie takes the helm.*
LM: "Ladies and gentlemen! It is time for your main event of the evening, a No Man's Land Deathmatch!"
The arena lights go out, and lesser stage lights shine an eerie glow on the ring, ringside, and ramp areas; playfully giving the weapons some life, only a peek as to how bloody the encounter can be. The sound of a knife sharpening rings, again, again, and once more. This chimes mild keyboard music and the beginning of drums, before breaking into Rammstein's "Mein Teil" ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_F9bQPt4yU ). Matt's video, a compilation of his matches, losses, and victories, plays in black and white...the only color being crimson blood, aplenty in his experiences, and a near mockery of "Schindler's List".
JP: "Now, this kid has to have the...err...most "unique" entrances I've seen. The part that scares me is the fact it's from his own head, I mean, only he -and a few others- know what the heck is being said."
Ray: "THAT'S why I got a lyric booklet!"
LM: "...Aaand your first-of-three entrants. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds, fighting out of Amherstview, Ontario, Canada..."The Hardcore Genius" Matthew Oliveira!"
Matt makes his way from behind the black curtain, in a very different attire than the normal Matt. Rather than the cover of denim and leather, he sports a pair of camouflage khakis, and shin-high black boots -combat boots. His hands to his near elbows are heavily taped, and the sleeveless cotton cloth covers his upper body, "Sponsored by Zantazm". His hair is shortened, and more of a darkened hue. Army paint is streaked across his face for the occasion. when his name is called, he raises his right hand, holding up his newly-crafted weapon, a Thumbtack Chair. However, small bits of glass are mounted hap-hazardly on the steel, giving the look of a Christmas present only a madman would love. Oliveira lowers the chair, continuing with a stalker-like stride toward the squared circle, his eyes dancing over the needle-and-thread comparison of the barbed wire...the chair in hand swings back and forth, equivalent to a child carrying a toy. He pays no attention of jeering onlookers, barking like dogs, Matt is in a different place -where NeXus happened. He navigates around the ever-ready bed of nails, sliding the chair under the ropes and rolling into the ring.
He returns to standing, discovering "his" corner is occupied by light tubes. He stares at it for a moment, and decides to sit-down in the middle of the ring, chair laying on his lap...his torso and head rocking back and forth, uneasy, mentally "unstable", and a smile cracked on his face. Almost reminiscent of a toddler at his birthday party, all of his friends are invited.
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
As Matt rocks back and forth in the middle of the ring, the lights go out and "Free Fallin" by Tom Petty begins to play over the PA, the titantron flickers to life to a clip taped earlier. It shows a green Jeep Wrangler screaming into the parking lot of the Oracle Arena. "Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica can be heard from the radio in the car as the car turns off and Brett jumps over the driver side door. He pumps his arms back and forth before pumping out a few quick jabs. He then runs away from the car and heads into the arena, the cameraman can barely follow him as he sprints through the hallways.
The scene cuts out and the lights shut off completely before a sudden explosion of purple and green shoots from the stage and Brett jumps out onto the stage. He quickly runs down the ramp as the crowd goes insane cheering for him, in his hand is a nightstick.
Lizzie: And the second competitor for the evening weighing in at 219lbs. He hails from right here in Oakland, California, he's the self proclaimed Technical Master... BRETTTTT STEEEEEEL!!!
Brett quickly runs down the ramp and jumps up, sliding under the bottom rope and pops to a standing position in the middle of the ring as the crowd goes insane. He grins at Matt before moving to the corner opposite him, he looks at the night stick in his hand and drops it on the mat beneath him. He mouths something to Matt with a smile on his face.
JP: Did you see that? I think he just told Matt that he doesnt need the weapon to win this match!
Ray: He's so... Cruel... I like it!
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers as a red smoke billows along the ramp and around the ring. Pyro goes off seen through the smoke as Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes down the Aisle with a Frying pan. He is wearing his usual black jeans and one of his custom T-Shirts (black with red shoulders, appearance of blood dripping from the shoulders. On the back is a frying pan with the words "Ah, Fresh Meat" written in blood), and his fists taped.
LM: And introducing the third combatant, From West Lorne, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 282 lbs, He is the Former Charging Glory Champion, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!
JP: Ever since arriving here in GHW, Gnarfflinger the Butcher has been wreaking havoc on anyone in his way. Even though he hasn't won as often lately, he's still been one miserable son of a bitch in and out of the ring...
Ray: And in a No Man's Land Death Match, this troll might have the edge.
JP: He has a heavy Cast Iron Frying pan. The added weight and sturdier construction mean that the weapon will inflict more damage and last the whole match...
Gnarfflinger gets a view of the layout of the ring and the ringside area, grins evilly and enters the ring. As the bell sounds, the Butcher swings at Bret Steel, who ducks. Matt swings his chair at the Butcher catching him in the back of the head. As Gnarfflinger staggers forward, Bret lifts the Butcher for an inverted atomic drop. The Butcher falls to the mat as Matt smokes Bret with the chair. Matt lines up another shot, but Bret nails a shoulder block into the chest of Matt, staggering him back into Gnarf who has recovered enough to toss Matt unceremoniously through a pane of glass.
JP: The Action has started out fast and furious in this one.
Ray: And poor Matt has been the first one through a pane of glass...
Bret Steel then grabs the Butcher from behind, only to receive the back of Gnarfflinger's left foot in the groin. Gnarfflinger then throws Bret over the top rope and onto a barbed wire wrapped guard rail! Gnarfflinger then retrieves his frying pan, ascends the top rope and tries to drive it into Bret Steel. Bret dodged the aerial spot and Gnarfflinger lands ribs first on the barbed wire wrapped guard rail...
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
Ray: "OH MY GOD!"
JP: "Right on the wire! The biggest enemy for Gnarfflinger in this match could very well be himself!"
Brett pulls Gnarff off of the barbed wire, grabbing him around the neck, and whips him backwards towards the ring. The butchers head and back slam against the ring, a light tube laying on the apron breaking across his shoulder blades, sending a popping sound and airborne debris about. Gnarff falls to the arena floor, beginning to crawl his way down the ringside area and makes it to one of the beds of nails. Steel grabs Gnarff by the head, pushing down in an attempt to cause further lacerations to the Insane Butcher from the nails tips. Gnarff drives an elbow into Brett's abdomen, and grabs another nearby light tube. He pivots on his knee, bringing the light tube to Steel's abdomen once more, and he headbutts the tube causing it to break, and Brett to double-over for a second time. The Butcher then places his shoulder just under Steel's throat, wrapping his arms around the back of Brett's head, and snap mares the California-native onto the nails. Seizing the opportunity, Gnarff retrieves his frying pan from the previous incident, muscling his way over the guardrail, the wire tearing at his jeans, to the first and second row of fans. Brett begins to stir, still laying on the nail bed. The butcher grabs the middle of the guardrail, moving it further from the ring, and takes a chair, unfolding it facing away from the rail. With pan in hand, he takes a couple steps back, the crowd keeping a short distance from the scar-strewn superstar. Gnarfflinger charges forward, kipping up to plant a foot on the set chair, he vaults the barbed wire barricade, tucking the frying pan under his legs and dropping it across Brett's head -Arabian Skull Crusher.
JP: "Skull Crusher over the wire onto the bed of nails! What would you expect from this guy?"
Ray: "Well, a phone number and a good time would be nice. But the last time I asked it didn't end...'well'."
Matt has fully recovered from being put through the glass, a few "paper cuts" on his shoulder. He exits the ring on the Commentator's side, brandishing an ice pick, with Gnarff reeling just around the corner. The Butcher stands up to see the pick coming straight towards him, sending up his hands to grab Matt's forearm. Oliveira drops the pick, but Gnarff holds onto his arm. The Butcher leans, whipping Matt to the wire-covered Commentary desk. Oliveira's chest ends up slumped over the wire, Butcher stalking him, he grabs Matt by the hair and slams his head against the desk, once, twice, three times. The Hardcore Genius' shirt is caught on the wire, ripping cotton -and flesh, to pieces. Gnarfflinger picks up the ice pick, pulling back Matt's head and digging the tip into his forehead, much to JP and Ray's horror of the brutality unfolding three feet in front of them. The Butcher relentlessly climbs the desk, the pick still doing it's damage on Matt's cranium, allowing Gnarff the chance to apply more force. Oliveira, under the heavy pain of the ice pick, wraps his arms around Gnarff's legs, the Butchers pelvis and buttocks across Matt's shoulders. Matt leans back, Gnarff beginning to strain, the pick beginning to lose ownership. Finally, Matt stands up, Butcher on his shoulders, his legs shaking from the near 300 extra pounds of weight. Oliveira is able to wheel around, back to the desk, he finally falls backwards -performing an Electric Chair onto the barbed wire and desk, the table giving way, with Ray and JP springing to their feet. Matt and Gnarff lay amongst the splintered wreckage and wire, the referee starting the legal 10-count. 1...2...3... Both men are able to move, Matt pulling himself off of the wire, the barbs ripping his shirt which he aggressively removes out of frustration, a scarred and beaten upper body of Matthew Oliveira is now visible. 4....5 The Butcher picks himself up, another day at work, really. This stops the ten-count, the fight continues.
JP: "Ok, we've gotten back to our seats...headphone 1...headphone 2...where's our monitor...Alright. We've just had an astounding Electric Chair through our desk, both men are now up by the count of five. We've got Brett Steel back from the Skull Crusher, which he was able to answer by a count-to-seven."
Brett, Matt, and Gnarff all climb back into the ring. Steel charges, planting a rough running forearm smash across Matt's growing-ever-crimson head, knocking him down. Gnarfflinger meets Brett with a kick to the gut, Irish Whipping him into the ropes. Brett hits the ropes, holding them and stopping his rebound. Gnarff already has ducked for a back body drop, allowing Steel to picks up another light tube and whack it over the back of the Butcher's head. Gnarff drops to the mat, Brett picking him up again and moving him over to the second in-ring glass pane. Steel places his head under Gnarff's arm, gripping the Butcher around the waist, going for a Back Suplex to the pane. Suddenly, Matt comes charging towards the two, his torso lowered to waist-level. He connects with Gnarff and Brett, performing a double Spear, sending all three men through the glass.
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
All three men groan on the ground as the glass falls on them from the shattering spear through it. The ref runs over for a triple count, by the count of 2 Matt is already up to his knees and making his way to his feet, at 4 Gnarff is forcing his way from the laying position by placing a hand on Brett. As Gnarff stands up to full height he receives a heavy fist to the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Matt continues the assault with another harder punch to the ribs of Gnarff, pushing him back further. Brett finally gets up at a 7 count again and quickly charges at Matt, leaping into the air and drop kicking him in the back, sending him straight into Gnarff and forcing both men into the barbed wire gaurdrail.
JP: And Brett really knows how to take down two birds with one stone.
Ray: I wonder if that's true in bed too...
JP: And you can keep wondering because you'll never know.
Brett quickly pops up to his feet as Matt rolls away from Gnarff who's still leaned against the gaurd rail. Brett is quick to move towards Matt, taking his opportunity with the second man down, but much to his surprise Matt halts his progress with a quick clothesline. Matt grins lightly as he looks down at the crimson mask on Brett before stomping him hard in the ribs, he then turns to Gnarff who is finally off of the gaurd rail and ducks a clothesline before spinning Gnarff around into a spine buster on the mats outside the ring. As Matt gets up to look for Brett so he can take an early win he looks up to see Brett coming off of the apron with a cross body block, sending Matt back first into the gaurd rail. Brett rolls on the ground slowly as the aerial attack also took a bit out of him. He, however, quickly gets up before the ref can even start a count and counters an attempted forearm smash into an elbow breaker on Gnarff.
JP: I think Brett has a major advantage in this match.
Ray: And whats that? His goodiness?
JP: His speed, he's smaller and faster than both of his opponents and knows almost every technical trick in the book.
Ray: Oh... Ok..
Brett is quick to capitalize on the weakened elbow by following the elbow breaker with an arm bar. Gnarff growls in pain as Brett locks in the arm bar, but thanks to Matt, Gnarff doesnt have to endure the pain for long after Brett receives a light tube to his forehead. Gnarff shakes his arm a bit and twists his elbow around before slowly making it to a standing position only to be put down again by Matt with a painful DDT. Matt grins lightly to himself as Brett stirs on the mats and slowly stands up with the ref starting his count on Gnarff. Matt turns to Brett quickly and jumps forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of Matt and lifting him over his head with a German Suplex, sending Brett sliding head first under the ring. Matt stands up and looks around curiously after not hearing the reassuring count of the ref, he turns around slowly into a frying pan to the face, sending black in front of his eyes.
JP: Wow, Matt cleans house with Brett and Gnarff and is put down with a frying pan to the head. I dont know if he's going to be getting up after that one.
Ray: I hope he does, someone has to win this match beside Gnarff and Brett.
Gnarff shakes his head lightly before kneeling down next to the ring and looking under the ring for Brett after seeing him slide under there. Gnarff continues to search, very confused, only to feel a sudden tap on his shoulder, surprising him and causing him to bump his head on the ring. The 'tapper' then quickly drops to the ground and delivers a mini-powerbomb to Gnarff, slamming his back to the mat. Gnarff looks up to see Brett rolling away from him before laying his head back in pain. Brett then stands up and looks over at Matt who is running at him for a shoulder block. Brett acts quickly with a hip toss but Matt is barely affected and rolls to his feet catching Brett by surprise with a spear to the back.
JP: And now Brett is down as well and the ref doesnt even know, he's too distracted with his 5 count on Gnarff.
Ray: Well, it looks like that count is over at 6 because Gnarff is already up and ready to roll.
Matt stands up slowly to look at Gnarff who motions for Matt to come at him. Matt laughs lightly to himself and says "How dumb do you think I am? You've got something planned." Gnarff grins as an answer before hurling his frying pan at Matt with all of his strength. Matt's eyes go wide and he ducks the pan only to receive a boot to the groin and a DDT. Gnarff looks over at Brett who is getting a 7 count and quickly picks him up, interrupting the count. He then whips Brett into the ring post who falls limply to the ground afterward, Gnarff throws his arms in the air victoriously as the ref continues his count on Matt. The ref suddenly stops the count and starts over and Gnarff turns around to see Matt charging at him and planting him into the ring with a shoulder block. Gnarff growls in pain as he nearly bends in half with the hit before slumping to the ground. Matt continues his assault on Gnarff, expecting Brett to be count out, as he picks Gnarff up and rolls him into the ring.
JP: Matt is quick to follow Gnarff in, but he doesnt realize Brett Steel is up and moving and has his weapon of choice in hand.
Ray: Look out Matt!
Matt helps Gnarff to his feet and quickly whips him into the ropes and gets ready for a back body drop when Gnarff doesnt show up for the attack after receiving a forearm smash from that night stick on Bretts forearm. Brett then runs at Matt and nails him in the head with a spin from the nightstick. He then drops to the mat, following his opponent down and places the nightstick on his thighs as he sets Matt up for an armbar on the nightstick. Matt cries out in pain as Brett continues to apply pressure to the arm bar. Gnarff is slow to get up, even though he's been through this kind of stuff many times. He sees Brett taking out his opponent with a submission move and laughs lightly to himself as he stands on the opposite side of the ring, taking advantage of the war between his opponents.
JP: Wow, Gnarff is really pulling some kind of tactic with this, letting his opponents tear eachother to pieces.
Ray: Wimp...
JP: Look who's talking!
Brett releases the hold after punishing Matt enough, he then stands up and looks in the direction he left Gnarff only to be blinded by a light tube smash across his face. He then receives a DDT which plants his head to the mat on another light tube, causing the previous crimson mask to open up further as he lays on the mat with the ref starting a count on him.
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
The Referee starts to count on Brett, but is interrupted as Gnarfflinger and Matt plow into him. Gnarfflinger picks up Matt for a Cleaver Slam, landing on top of Brett. Gnarfflinger then applies an STF on Brett with Matt stuck in between the two! AS the Glass grinds into Brett and Matt, Matt reaches out and gets the Nightstick and clocks the Butcher in the head, breaking the hold.
JP: All three men down! Who will get up first?
Ray: Poor Brett Steel with that broken glass in the gut...
The carnage brings the referee over to count. By the count of three, the tangled mess of monsters begins to writhe. By the count of 5, all three have something to hold on to and are beginning their rise to their feet. By 7, all are up. Brett Steel punches Matt, only to take a left hook from the Butcher. Matt goes for a sleeper hold while Brett retrieves his Nightstick. Gnarfflinger then struggles in the hold but relieves the sleeper, but with the headlock still applied, the Butcher then tries to lift Matt in a Fireman's Carry, only to be struck in the ribs with the Nightstick. Gnarfflinger doubles over, sending Matt into Brett, both falling to the mat.
JP: I can't tell you who got the worst of that exchange...
Ray: It's only just beginning. This horror will ruin the beautiful faces of two handsome men. With any luck we'll finally get rid of that horrible troll...
Matt and Brett come to their feet in a collar and elbow tie up, both trying to jockey for prime position to sent the other to the floor, when the Butcher climbs to the top rope and hits a double decapitator, sending both of them to the mat. Gnarfflinger then bounces off the ropes and hits a baseball slide dropkick sending both opponents to the floor. Gnarfflinger then tries it again, but this time attempting a suicide dive, but Brett and Matt catch him and drop him on the C4 Barbed Wire 2 by 4, which blows under the impact!
Ray: Yay! The Troll is history!
JP: I don't think even Gnarfflinger can recover from that one...
Brett and Matt begin trading chops to the chest while the referee counts out the Butcher. Brett ducks a chop from Matt that hits the Steel ring post. The two work their way over to a bed of nails. Brett attempts a reverse Atomic Drop, neither one aware that the Butcher has answered at the count of nine. As Brett lifts Matt, Matt counters with an elbow to the head, and the Butcher then dropkicks Brett from behind, throwing off Matt's DDT attempt, causing both men to land on the bed of Nails...
------------------------Dave Carter------------------------
~~Ray~~
How could that Troll recover after that?! He almost wasn't blown away.
~~JP~~
I have no idea, Butcher again... hey! Wait a minute, what's going there?
Right in the from row a a group of unusually excited fans can be seen. They seem to cheer everything that happens in the ring and quite actually even overdoing it. But what's even more strange is that the group is more then well know to GHW and it's fans. The group of uber excited fans is non other then Slam Jam Nation, joined by few of their loyal fans.
Back in the ring Gnarfflinger picks up Brett, but Brett makes an unexpected recovery by sending a stiff hook to Butcher's guts while he was pulling Brett up by the hair. Steel connects with left and right blows to the skull of Gnarfflinger.
With this happening the Slam Jam Nation group starts to cheer even louder and Ricky with Scotty jump on to the barricade and start to chant "Brett, Brett, Brett" and try to get the crowd join them on the chant. And it seams as they are successful as part of the fans gathered in the arena join the chants. Dave that moment goes through the fans around the ring, till he reaches the commentators, where he jumps over the barricade. Without even paying attention to Jimmy's or Ray's reaction, he takes a seat next to them and puts on the headset.
~~JP~~
What... what in the hell are you guys doing here?
~~Ray~~
Who cares what are they. I only care that they are here!
~~JP~~
Shut up, Ray!
~~Dave Carter~~
Well, what do you think we are doing, Jimmy? We are watching the match. I mean you have Matthew Oliveira, you got Brett Steel and you got Gnarfflinger the Monkey... I mean the Butcher. It's a great match and Slam Jam Nation is enjoying every second of it.
Dave turns to the crowd and gets up from his chair. He then looks around it a bit and then shout "Hey, somebody pass me some popcorn!. Seconds later a bag of popcorn flies toward the announcer table and lands just in front of Jimmy, making him jump back.
~~JP~~
Jesus Christ!
~~Dave Carter~~
*shouts to the crowd while taking the popcorn* Thank you very much.
Dave then starts to eat the popcorn and continues to cheer action in the ring, while Jimmy still seem to be shocked and confused and Ray... well just acts like Ray.
~~Dave Carter~~
Come on Jimmy, lighten up, it's a great match, you won't see such everyday.
~~JP~~
I guess I can agree with you on that.
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
Gnarfflinger continues to wobble on his feet after knocking down his opponents. They appear more steady on their feet than the Butcher when they regain their footing. All three men are bleeeding from various places now. Gnarfflinger grabs a beer from Scotty Dreamer, takes a drink, spits it in Brett Steels face then hits Matt with the cup.
Ray: I guess that question is answered...
DC: I thought for sure that he swallowed...
JP: Not another one...
Gnarfflinger then kicks Brett in the groin, elbows Matt in the jaw, only to get a 3-D from the two, driving the Butcher onto the Bed of Nails. Matt and Brett resume fighting in the ring as the Ref begins his count on the Butcher. Matt gets a light tube and smashes it into the head of Brett Steel.
DC: Gnarfflinger is down and out. He's been there a lot lately. First Giordano Jazz picks up his first win, then they lose the tag titles to Hawkeye and Lil boy. Then Vlad destroyed him on a PPV. Since then, Justin did win a match after the Butcher left him--best thing that monkey has done in a while. To top it off Justin Michael wins the Charging Glory Title. Gnarfflinger had his moment in the sun, but he's washed up now. A first round humiliation here at Hardcore games is the icing on the cake...
JP: You may have spoke too soon, it appears that the Butcher is ready to continue at a count of 8.
The Referee, after being satisfied that the Butcher can continue, the Referee returns to the ring. Gnarfflinger sets up a table over the bed of Nails, scatters thumbtacks and pours Lighter fluid on it. Meanwhile Matt Olivera has continues to work the forehead of Brett Steel, assuming that the Butcher has been knocked out. Gnarfflinger makes him pay for this assumption, however, as he hits a decapitator on Matt. Gnarfflinger collects his Frying pan and Smashes it into the face of Brett Steel.
JP: The Butcher is still showing his tremendous resilience and Matt Olivera and Brett Steel have to be wondering what they will have o do to destroy this man?
DC: Just wait for his period. He'll just sit in a corner crying about how his boyfriend Justin left him and how his Frying pan makes his butt look big...
Ray: Justin is single again. I wonder if he needs consoling?
Matt Olivera has the Tack Chair and smashes it into the back of Gnarfflinger's head. He then lights a cigar, gets a heater on it then tosses it to light the table. Matt then drags the Butcher over to the ropes, tried to throw the Butcher over, but the Butcher catches the top rope and lands on the apron. He ducks as Brett Steel charges with the tack chair, hitting Matt from behind, the momentum carrying both men over the top rope that Gnarf has pulled down. Gnarfflinger adds a little lift and flipping motion to the impact. Matt lands through the flaming tack table onto the Bed of Nails below, while Brett saild past the placed obstacles and onto the barbed wire guardrail by the Slam Jam Nation!
Fans: Holy Shit chant.
JP: What a move by Gnarfflinger!
Ray: *Sobbing* Brett! Matt! What has that troll done!
DC: Veteran move by the old clown. It makes a good high spot, but it won't make him a real champion...
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
Matt convulses, the bed of nails now secondary to the flames licking his bare back, burning the tips of his hair, he scrambles off of the wreckage to breathe and later lick his wounds. Brett, for the second time, hangs off of the guardrail, his flesh clinging to the barbs as The Nation look on in a mixture off horror, surprise, and entertainment. Steel falls off of the rail, collapsing to the floor whilst Matt crawls past. Scotty, with Ricky as peer pressure, grabs a nearby cup of ice water and removes the lid and straw. He cautiously reaches over the guardrail, and pours the ice water over Matt's back, Oliveira letting out a humbling tremor and collapsing where he knelt. The referee begins a dual 10-count, Brett answering at 4, Matt answering at 8. Both men are at their feet, almost holding each other up.
Ray: "Wet t-shirt contest!"
JP: "..but Matt's already had his shirt ripped off."
Ray *yelling to ringside*: "Take it off, Baby!"
DC: "JP...how do you stand this guy?"
JP: "Aspirin...lots of aspirin."
Gnarff signals a cut throat, running and bouncing off of the ropes. He sprints across the ring, taking a leap and head-over-heels diving onto his opponents in an exclamatory suicide dive. The 300-pound madman knocks all three to the ground once more. The Butcher gets back up immediately, feeling the second-wind adrenaline most thrive on. Steel holds his head, Gnarff's heel had connected with his cranium, jarring him slightly. The referee begins another count...[color=Red]1...2...3...
[/color] Brett gets up, beginning to continue his shot-for-shot battle with Gnarff. Right by Brett, right by Gnarff, right by Brett, right by Gnarff, left jab by Brett followed by a coiling haymaker, Gnarff returns with an elbow. The two return the others fists with subjects of their own, the referee continues...7...8...Matt pulls himself up by the guardrail, the referee letting him continue at 9. Brett winds up, recieving a throat-punch by the Butcher, and wipes Gnarff's face with a terribly solid uppercut. Gnarff wobbles, shaking his head to keep conciousness, and lurches forward with a short-arm clothesline. Brett ducks the arm, Gnarff passes over, Brett pivots, Gnarff turns, and Steel kips up a side thrust kick, lacing the Butcher's jaw with his boot and falling to the ground from the Steel Toed Boot.Saturday Night Revelation returns to the live arena from the Mickey Mouse-induced chaos spread by Alex, Brian, and TPK. The extraction from the event has allowed multitudes of weaponry to fill the ring and ringside area. The tops of the guardrails have barbed wire coiled around them, even going over the front of the Commentator's table -at least we don't need to worry about Ray being a field nurse. The long, mesmerizing wire slithers it's way down the edges of the entrance ramp and aisle-way. Meaning that the "lucky" competitors will constantly have a border of barbs. Light tubes sit upright in the corners, some taped to the ropes, and some laying restless on the arena floor. On the outside lays a bed of nails, and in the opposite side, a second bed of nails. In the other two sides are barbed wire boards rigged with C4 (nice little tribute to FMW). In two ring corners are large panes of glass, being accompanied by it's brothers and sisters with more panes leaning up against the guardrail. The first two rows of fans have been given safety glasses, so under this circumstance, GHW is safety first. There is also an abundance of steel chairs and tables, alternating with the other weapons of destruction.
JP: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to our second quarter-final match in the Hardcore Games. As you can see, to go along with the theme of "No Man's Land", yours truly and his eccentric partner have been outfitted with both protective goggles and army-grade helmets. Let's take you through the rules before we hand it over to Lizzie Morna."
*A screen pops up with a point-form basis, also showing up on the titantron for everyone without contact with the commentators, many heads turned to read the rules while anticipation grows from the objects in-ring.*
"-All three participants will be in the ring at the same time."
-The match will be underway upon Three-Way-Dance Last-Man-Standing rules. A superstar must be unable to answer a ten count issued by a GHW official to be eliminated.
-One signature or chosen weapon is allowed, per participant.
-The contest will continue until there is one participant left, your advancer in the Hardcore Games.
*The screen fades out as Lizzie takes the helm.*
LM: "Ladies and gentlemen! It is time for your main event of the evening, a No Man's Land Deathmatch!"
The arena lights go out, and lesser stage lights shine an eerie glow on the ring, ringside, and ramp areas; playfully giving the weapons some life, only a peek as to how bloody the encounter can be. The sound of a knife sharpening rings, again, again, and once more. This chimes mild keyboard music and the beginning of drums, before breaking into Rammstein's "Mein Teil" ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_F9bQPt4yU ). Matt's video, a compilation of his matches, losses, and victories, plays in black and white...the only color being crimson blood, aplenty in his experiences, and a near mockery of "Schindler's List".
JP: "Now, this kid has to have the...err...most "unique" entrances I've seen. The part that scares me is the fact it's from his own head, I mean, only he -and a few others- know what the heck is being said."
Ray: "THAT'S why I got a lyric booklet!"
LM: "...Aaand your first-of-three entrants. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds, fighting out of Amherstview, Ontario, Canada..."The Hardcore Genius" Matthew Oliveira!"
Matt makes his way from behind the black curtain, in a very different attire than the normal Matt. Rather than the cover of denim and leather, he sports a pair of camouflage khakis, and shin-high black boots -combat boots. His hands to his near elbows are heavily taped, and the sleeveless cotton cloth covers his upper body, "Sponsored by Zantazm". His hair is shortened, and more of a darkened hue. Army paint is streaked across his face for the occasion. when his name is called, he raises his right hand, holding up his newly-crafted weapon, a Thumbtack Chair. However, small bits of glass are mounted hap-hazardly on the steel, giving the look of a Christmas present only a madman would love. Oliveira lowers the chair, continuing with a stalker-like stride toward the squared circle, his eyes dancing over the needle-and-thread comparison of the barbed wire...the chair in hand swings back and forth, equivalent to a child carrying a toy. He pays no attention of jeering onlookers, barking like dogs, Matt is in a different place -where NeXus happened. He navigates around the ever-ready bed of nails, sliding the chair under the ropes and rolling into the ring.
He returns to standing, discovering "his" corner is occupied by light tubes. He stares at it for a moment, and decides to sit-down in the middle of the ring, chair laying on his lap...his torso and head rocking back and forth, uneasy, mentally "unstable", and a smile cracked on his face. Almost reminiscent of a toddler at his birthday party, all of his friends are invited.
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
As Matt rocks back and forth in the middle of the ring, the lights go out and "Free Fallin" by Tom Petty begins to play over the PA, the titantron flickers to life to a clip taped earlier. It shows a green Jeep Wrangler screaming into the parking lot of the Oracle Arena. "Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica can be heard from the radio in the car as the car turns off and Brett jumps over the driver side door. He pumps his arms back and forth before pumping out a few quick jabs. He then runs away from the car and heads into the arena, the cameraman can barely follow him as he sprints through the hallways.
The scene cuts out and the lights shut off completely before a sudden explosion of purple and green shoots from the stage and Brett jumps out onto the stage. He quickly runs down the ramp as the crowd goes insane cheering for him, in his hand is a nightstick.
Lizzie: And the second competitor for the evening weighing in at 219lbs. He hails from right here in Oakland, California, he's the self proclaimed Technical Master... BRETTTTT STEEEEEEL!!!
Brett quickly runs down the ramp and jumps up, sliding under the bottom rope and pops to a standing position in the middle of the ring as the crowd goes insane. He grins at Matt before moving to the corner opposite him, he looks at the night stick in his hand and drops it on the mat beneath him. He mouths something to Matt with a smile on his face.
JP: Did you see that? I think he just told Matt that he doesnt need the weapon to win this match!
Ray: He's so... Cruel... I like it!
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers as a red smoke billows along the ramp and around the ring. Pyro goes off seen through the smoke as Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes down the Aisle with a Frying pan. He is wearing his usual black jeans and one of his custom T-Shirts (black with red shoulders, appearance of blood dripping from the shoulders. On the back is a frying pan with the words "Ah, Fresh Meat" written in blood), and his fists taped.
LM: And introducing the third combatant, From West Lorne, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 282 lbs, He is the Former Charging Glory Champion, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!
JP: Ever since arriving here in GHW, Gnarfflinger the Butcher has been wreaking havoc on anyone in his way. Even though he hasn't won as often lately, he's still been one miserable son of a bitch in and out of the ring...
Ray: And in a No Man's Land Death Match, this troll might have the edge.
JP: He has a heavy Cast Iron Frying pan. The added weight and sturdier construction mean that the weapon will inflict more damage and last the whole match...
Gnarfflinger gets a view of the layout of the ring and the ringside area, grins evilly and enters the ring. As the bell sounds, the Butcher swings at Bret Steel, who ducks. Matt swings his chair at the Butcher catching him in the back of the head. As Gnarfflinger staggers forward, Bret lifts the Butcher for an inverted atomic drop. The Butcher falls to the mat as Matt smokes Bret with the chair. Matt lines up another shot, but Bret nails a shoulder block into the chest of Matt, staggering him back into Gnarf who has recovered enough to toss Matt unceremoniously through a pane of glass.
JP: The Action has started out fast and furious in this one.
Ray: And poor Matt has been the first one through a pane of glass...
Bret Steel then grabs the Butcher from behind, only to receive the back of Gnarfflinger's left foot in the groin. Gnarfflinger then throws Bret over the top rope and onto a barbed wire wrapped guard rail! Gnarfflinger then retrieves his frying pan, ascends the top rope and tries to drive it into Bret Steel. Bret dodged the aerial spot and Gnarfflinger lands ribs first on the barbed wire wrapped guard rail...
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
Ray: "OH MY GOD!"
JP: "Right on the wire! The biggest enemy for Gnarfflinger in this match could very well be himself!"
Brett pulls Gnarff off of the barbed wire, grabbing him around the neck, and whips him backwards towards the ring. The butchers head and back slam against the ring, a light tube laying on the apron breaking across his shoulder blades, sending a popping sound and airborne debris about. Gnarff falls to the arena floor, beginning to crawl his way down the ringside area and makes it to one of the beds of nails. Steel grabs Gnarff by the head, pushing down in an attempt to cause further lacerations to the Insane Butcher from the nails tips. Gnarff drives an elbow into Brett's abdomen, and grabs another nearby light tube. He pivots on his knee, bringing the light tube to Steel's abdomen once more, and he headbutts the tube causing it to break, and Brett to double-over for a second time. The Butcher then places his shoulder just under Steel's throat, wrapping his arms around the back of Brett's head, and snap mares the California-native onto the nails. Seizing the opportunity, Gnarff retrieves his frying pan from the previous incident, muscling his way over the guardrail, the wire tearing at his jeans, to the first and second row of fans. Brett begins to stir, still laying on the nail bed. The butcher grabs the middle of the guardrail, moving it further from the ring, and takes a chair, unfolding it facing away from the rail. With pan in hand, he takes a couple steps back, the crowd keeping a short distance from the scar-strewn superstar. Gnarfflinger charges forward, kipping up to plant a foot on the set chair, he vaults the barbed wire barricade, tucking the frying pan under his legs and dropping it across Brett's head -Arabian Skull Crusher.
JP: "Skull Crusher over the wire onto the bed of nails! What would you expect from this guy?"
Ray: "Well, a phone number and a good time would be nice. But the last time I asked it didn't end...'well'."
Matt has fully recovered from being put through the glass, a few "paper cuts" on his shoulder. He exits the ring on the Commentator's side, brandishing an ice pick, with Gnarff reeling just around the corner. The Butcher stands up to see the pick coming straight towards him, sending up his hands to grab Matt's forearm. Oliveira drops the pick, but Gnarff holds onto his arm. The Butcher leans, whipping Matt to the wire-covered Commentary desk. Oliveira's chest ends up slumped over the wire, Butcher stalking him, he grabs Matt by the hair and slams his head against the desk, once, twice, three times. The Hardcore Genius' shirt is caught on the wire, ripping cotton -and flesh, to pieces. Gnarfflinger picks up the ice pick, pulling back Matt's head and digging the tip into his forehead, much to JP and Ray's horror of the brutality unfolding three feet in front of them. The Butcher relentlessly climbs the desk, the pick still doing it's damage on Matt's cranium, allowing Gnarff the chance to apply more force. Oliveira, under the heavy pain of the ice pick, wraps his arms around Gnarff's legs, the Butchers pelvis and buttocks across Matt's shoulders. Matt leans back, Gnarff beginning to strain, the pick beginning to lose ownership. Finally, Matt stands up, Butcher on his shoulders, his legs shaking from the near 300 extra pounds of weight. Oliveira is able to wheel around, back to the desk, he finally falls backwards -performing an Electric Chair onto the barbed wire and desk, the table giving way, with Ray and JP springing to their feet. Matt and Gnarff lay amongst the splintered wreckage and wire, the referee starting the legal 10-count. 1...2...3... Both men are able to move, Matt pulling himself off of the wire, the barbs ripping his shirt which he aggressively removes out of frustration, a scarred and beaten upper body of Matthew Oliveira is now visible. 4....5 The Butcher picks himself up, another day at work, really. This stops the ten-count, the fight continues.
JP: "Ok, we've gotten back to our seats...headphone 1...headphone 2...where's our monitor...Alright. We've just had an astounding Electric Chair through our desk, both men are now up by the count of five. We've got Brett Steel back from the Skull Crusher, which he was able to answer by a count-to-seven."
Brett, Matt, and Gnarff all climb back into the ring. Steel charges, planting a rough running forearm smash across Matt's growing-ever-crimson head, knocking him down. Gnarfflinger meets Brett with a kick to the gut, Irish Whipping him into the ropes. Brett hits the ropes, holding them and stopping his rebound. Gnarff already has ducked for a back body drop, allowing Steel to picks up another light tube and whack it over the back of the Butcher's head. Gnarff drops to the mat, Brett picking him up again and moving him over to the second in-ring glass pane. Steel places his head under Gnarff's arm, gripping the Butcher around the waist, going for a Back Suplex to the pane. Suddenly, Matt comes charging towards the two, his torso lowered to waist-level. He connects with Gnarff and Brett, performing a double Spear, sending all three men through the glass.
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
All three men groan on the ground as the glass falls on them from the shattering spear through it. The ref runs over for a triple count, by the count of 2 Matt is already up to his knees and making his way to his feet, at 4 Gnarff is forcing his way from the laying position by placing a hand on Brett. As Gnarff stands up to full height he receives a heavy fist to the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Matt continues the assault with another harder punch to the ribs of Gnarff, pushing him back further. Brett finally gets up at a 7 count again and quickly charges at Matt, leaping into the air and drop kicking him in the back, sending him straight into Gnarff and forcing both men into the barbed wire gaurdrail.
JP: And Brett really knows how to take down two birds with one stone.
Ray: I wonder if that's true in bed too...
JP: And you can keep wondering because you'll never know.
Brett quickly pops up to his feet as Matt rolls away from Gnarff who's still leaned against the gaurd rail. Brett is quick to move towards Matt, taking his opportunity with the second man down, but much to his surprise Matt halts his progress with a quick clothesline. Matt grins lightly as he looks down at the crimson mask on Brett before stomping him hard in the ribs, he then turns to Gnarff who is finally off of the gaurd rail and ducks a clothesline before spinning Gnarff around into a spine buster on the mats outside the ring. As Matt gets up to look for Brett so he can take an early win he looks up to see Brett coming off of the apron with a cross body block, sending Matt back first into the gaurd rail. Brett rolls on the ground slowly as the aerial attack also took a bit out of him. He, however, quickly gets up before the ref can even start a count and counters an attempted forearm smash into an elbow breaker on Gnarff.
JP: I think Brett has a major advantage in this match.
Ray: And whats that? His goodiness?
JP: His speed, he's smaller and faster than both of his opponents and knows almost every technical trick in the book.
Ray: Oh... Ok..
Brett is quick to capitalize on the weakened elbow by following the elbow breaker with an arm bar. Gnarff growls in pain as Brett locks in the arm bar, but thanks to Matt, Gnarff doesnt have to endure the pain for long after Brett receives a light tube to his forehead. Gnarff shakes his arm a bit and twists his elbow around before slowly making it to a standing position only to be put down again by Matt with a painful DDT. Matt grins lightly to himself as Brett stirs on the mats and slowly stands up with the ref starting his count on Gnarff. Matt turns to Brett quickly and jumps forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of Matt and lifting him over his head with a German Suplex, sending Brett sliding head first under the ring. Matt stands up and looks around curiously after not hearing the reassuring count of the ref, he turns around slowly into a frying pan to the face, sending black in front of his eyes.
JP: Wow, Matt cleans house with Brett and Gnarff and is put down with a frying pan to the head. I dont know if he's going to be getting up after that one.
Ray: I hope he does, someone has to win this match beside Gnarff and Brett.
Gnarff shakes his head lightly before kneeling down next to the ring and looking under the ring for Brett after seeing him slide under there. Gnarff continues to search, very confused, only to feel a sudden tap on his shoulder, surprising him and causing him to bump his head on the ring. The 'tapper' then quickly drops to the ground and delivers a mini-powerbomb to Gnarff, slamming his back to the mat. Gnarff looks up to see Brett rolling away from him before laying his head back in pain. Brett then stands up and looks over at Matt who is running at him for a shoulder block. Brett acts quickly with a hip toss but Matt is barely affected and rolls to his feet catching Brett by surprise with a spear to the back.
JP: And now Brett is down as well and the ref doesnt even know, he's too distracted with his 5 count on Gnarff.
Ray: Well, it looks like that count is over at 6 because Gnarff is already up and ready to roll.
Matt stands up slowly to look at Gnarff who motions for Matt to come at him. Matt laughs lightly to himself and says "How dumb do you think I am? You've got something planned." Gnarff grins as an answer before hurling his frying pan at Matt with all of his strength. Matt's eyes go wide and he ducks the pan only to receive a boot to the groin and a DDT. Gnarff looks over at Brett who is getting a 7 count and quickly picks him up, interrupting the count. He then whips Brett into the ring post who falls limply to the ground afterward, Gnarff throws his arms in the air victoriously as the ref continues his count on Matt. The ref suddenly stops the count and starts over and Gnarff turns around to see Matt charging at him and planting him into the ring with a shoulder block. Gnarff growls in pain as he nearly bends in half with the hit before slumping to the ground. Matt continues his assault on Gnarff, expecting Brett to be count out, as he picks Gnarff up and rolls him into the ring.
JP: Matt is quick to follow Gnarff in, but he doesnt realize Brett Steel is up and moving and has his weapon of choice in hand.
Ray: Look out Matt!
Matt helps Gnarff to his feet and quickly whips him into the ropes and gets ready for a back body drop when Gnarff doesnt show up for the attack after receiving a forearm smash from that night stick on Bretts forearm. Brett then runs at Matt and nails him in the head with a spin from the nightstick. He then drops to the mat, following his opponent down and places the nightstick on his thighs as he sets Matt up for an armbar on the nightstick. Matt cries out in pain as Brett continues to apply pressure to the arm bar. Gnarff is slow to get up, even though he's been through this kind of stuff many times. He sees Brett taking out his opponent with a submission move and laughs lightly to himself as he stands on the opposite side of the ring, taking advantage of the war between his opponents.
JP: Wow, Gnarff is really pulling some kind of tactic with this, letting his opponents tear eachother to pieces.
Ray: Wimp...
JP: Look who's talking!
Brett releases the hold after punishing Matt enough, he then stands up and looks in the direction he left Gnarff only to be blinded by a light tube smash across his face. He then receives a DDT which plants his head to the mat on another light tube, causing the previous crimson mask to open up further as he lays on the mat with the ref starting a count on him.
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
The Referee starts to count on Brett, but is interrupted as Gnarfflinger and Matt plow into him. Gnarfflinger picks up Matt for a Cleaver Slam, landing on top of Brett. Gnarfflinger then applies an STF on Brett with Matt stuck in between the two! AS the Glass grinds into Brett and Matt, Matt reaches out and gets the Nightstick and clocks the Butcher in the head, breaking the hold.
JP: All three men down! Who will get up first?
Ray: Poor Brett Steel with that broken glass in the gut...
The carnage brings the referee over to count. By the count of three, the tangled mess of monsters begins to writhe. By the count of 5, all three have something to hold on to and are beginning their rise to their feet. By 7, all are up. Brett Steel punches Matt, only to take a left hook from the Butcher. Matt goes for a sleeper hold while Brett retrieves his Nightstick. Gnarfflinger then struggles in the hold but relieves the sleeper, but with the headlock still applied, the Butcher then tries to lift Matt in a Fireman's Carry, only to be struck in the ribs with the Nightstick. Gnarfflinger doubles over, sending Matt into Brett, both falling to the mat.
JP: I can't tell you who got the worst of that exchange...
Ray: It's only just beginning. This horror will ruin the beautiful faces of two handsome men. With any luck we'll finally get rid of that horrible troll...
Matt and Brett come to their feet in a collar and elbow tie up, both trying to jockey for prime position to sent the other to the floor, when the Butcher climbs to the top rope and hits a double decapitator, sending both of them to the mat. Gnarfflinger then bounces off the ropes and hits a baseball slide dropkick sending both opponents to the floor. Gnarfflinger then tries it again, but this time attempting a suicide dive, but Brett and Matt catch him and drop him on the C4 Barbed Wire 2 by 4, which blows under the impact!
Ray: Yay! The Troll is history!
JP: I don't think even Gnarfflinger can recover from that one...
Brett and Matt begin trading chops to the chest while the referee counts out the Butcher. Brett ducks a chop from Matt that hits the Steel ring post. The two work their way over to a bed of nails. Brett attempts a reverse Atomic Drop, neither one aware that the Butcher has answered at the count of nine. As Brett lifts Matt, Matt counters with an elbow to the head, and the Butcher then dropkicks Brett from behind, throwing off Matt's DDT attempt, causing both men to land on the bed of Nails...
------------------------Dave Carter------------------------
~~Ray~~
How could that Troll recover after that?! He almost wasn't blown away.
~~JP~~
I have no idea, Butcher again... hey! Wait a minute, what's going there?
Right in the from row a a group of unusually excited fans can be seen. They seem to cheer everything that happens in the ring and quite actually even overdoing it. But what's even more strange is that the group is more then well know to GHW and it's fans. The group of uber excited fans is non other then Slam Jam Nation, joined by few of their loyal fans.
Back in the ring Gnarfflinger picks up Brett, but Brett makes an unexpected recovery by sending a stiff hook to Butcher's guts while he was pulling Brett up by the hair. Steel connects with left and right blows to the skull of Gnarfflinger.
With this happening the Slam Jam Nation group starts to cheer even louder and Ricky with Scotty jump on to the barricade and start to chant "Brett, Brett, Brett" and try to get the crowd join them on the chant. And it seams as they are successful as part of the fans gathered in the arena join the chants. Dave that moment goes through the fans around the ring, till he reaches the commentators, where he jumps over the barricade. Without even paying attention to Jimmy's or Ray's reaction, he takes a seat next to them and puts on the headset.
~~JP~~
What... what in the hell are you guys doing here?
~~Ray~~
Who cares what are they. I only care that they are here!
~~JP~~
Shut up, Ray!
~~Dave Carter~~
Well, what do you think we are doing, Jimmy? We are watching the match. I mean you have Matthew Oliveira, you got Brett Steel and you got Gnarfflinger the Monkey... I mean the Butcher. It's a great match and Slam Jam Nation is enjoying every second of it.
Dave turns to the crowd and gets up from his chair. He then looks around it a bit and then shout "Hey, somebody pass me some popcorn!. Seconds later a bag of popcorn flies toward the announcer table and lands just in front of Jimmy, making him jump back.
~~JP~~
Jesus Christ!
~~Dave Carter~~
*shouts to the crowd while taking the popcorn* Thank you very much.
Dave then starts to eat the popcorn and continues to cheer action in the ring, while Jimmy still seem to be shocked and confused and Ray... well just acts like Ray.
~~Dave Carter~~
Come on Jimmy, lighten up, it's a great match, you won't see such everyday.
~~JP~~
I guess I can agree with you on that.
------------------------Gnarfflinger------------------------
Gnarfflinger continues to wobble on his feet after knocking down his opponents. They appear more steady on their feet than the Butcher when they regain their footing. All three men are bleeeding from various places now. Gnarfflinger grabs a beer from Scotty Dreamer, takes a drink, spits it in Brett Steels face then hits Matt with the cup.
Ray: I guess that question is answered...
DC: I thought for sure that he swallowed...
JP: Not another one...
Gnarfflinger then kicks Brett in the groin, elbows Matt in the jaw, only to get a 3-D from the two, driving the Butcher onto the Bed of Nails. Matt and Brett resume fighting in the ring as the Ref begins his count on the Butcher. Matt gets a light tube and smashes it into the head of Brett Steel.
DC: Gnarfflinger is down and out. He's been there a lot lately. First Giordano Jazz picks up his first win, then they lose the tag titles to Hawkeye and Lil boy. Then Vlad destroyed him on a PPV. Since then, Justin did win a match after the Butcher left him--best thing that monkey has done in a while. To top it off Justin Michael wins the Charging Glory Title. Gnarfflinger had his moment in the sun, but he's washed up now. A first round humiliation here at Hardcore games is the icing on the cake...
JP: You may have spoke too soon, it appears that the Butcher is ready to continue at a count of 8.
The Referee, after being satisfied that the Butcher can continue, the Referee returns to the ring. Gnarfflinger sets up a table over the bed of Nails, scatters thumbtacks and pours Lighter fluid on it. Meanwhile Matt Olivera has continues to work the forehead of Brett Steel, assuming that the Butcher has been knocked out. Gnarfflinger makes him pay for this assumption, however, as he hits a decapitator on Matt. Gnarfflinger collects his Frying pan and Smashes it into the face of Brett Steel.
JP: The Butcher is still showing his tremendous resilience and Matt Olivera and Brett Steel have to be wondering what they will have o do to destroy this man?
DC: Just wait for his period. He'll just sit in a corner crying about how his boyfriend Justin left him and how his Frying pan makes his butt look big...
Ray: Justin is single again. I wonder if he needs consoling?
Matt Olivera has the Tack Chair and smashes it into the back of Gnarfflinger's head. He then lights a cigar, gets a heater on it then tosses it to light the table. Matt then drags the Butcher over to the ropes, tried to throw the Butcher over, but the Butcher catches the top rope and lands on the apron. He ducks as Brett Steel charges with the tack chair, hitting Matt from behind, the momentum carrying both men over the top rope that Gnarf has pulled down. Gnarfflinger adds a little lift and flipping motion to the impact. Matt lands through the flaming tack table onto the Bed of Nails below, while Brett saild past the placed obstacles and onto the barbed wire guardrail by the Slam Jam Nation!
Fans: Holy Shit chant.
JP: What a move by Gnarfflinger!
Ray: *Sobbing* Brett! Matt! What has that troll done!
DC: Veteran move by the old clown. It makes a good high spot, but it won't make him a real champion...
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
Matt convulses, the bed of nails now secondary to the flames licking his bare back, burning the tips of his hair, he scrambles off of the wreckage to breathe and later lick his wounds. Brett, for the second time, hangs off of the guardrail, his flesh clinging to the barbs as The Nation look on in a mixture off horror, surprise, and entertainment. Steel falls off of the rail, collapsing to the floor whilst Matt crawls past. Scotty, with Ricky as peer pressure, grabs a nearby cup of ice water and removes the lid and straw. He cautiously reaches over the guardrail, and pours the ice water over Matt's back, Oliveira letting out a humbling tremor and collapsing where he knelt. The referee begins a dual 10-count, Brett answering at 4, Matt answering at 8. Both men are at their feet, almost holding each other up.
Ray: "Wet t-shirt contest!"
JP: "..but Matt's already had his shirt ripped off."
Ray *yelling to ringside*: "Take it off, Baby!"
DC: "JP...how do you stand this guy?"
JP: "Aspirin...lots of aspirin."
Gnarff signals a cut throat, running and bouncing off of the ropes. He sprints across the ring, taking a leap and head-over-heels diving onto his opponents in an exclamatory suicide dive. The 300-pound madman knocks all three to the ground once more. The Butcher gets back up immediately, feeling the second-wind adrenaline most thrive on. Steel holds his head, Gnarff's heel had connected with his cranium, jarring him slightly. The referee begins another count...[color=Red]1...2...3...
JP: "Well, if Gnarfflinger didn't stay down beforehand, now he will."
DC: "Beauty! Eat teeth you skillet-wielding prick!"
*JP bursts out in a laugh while Ray begins welling up with tears.*
Ray: "That was kinda mean..."
Meanwhile, Matt has made his way over the the rindside area closest to the entrance ramp, discovering the second explosives board in the match. With blood on his face, and most-likely blisters on his back, he collects four chairs strewn in the vecinity of the ring. He unfolds all four, placing them facing inward in a square. Oliveira, eyes darting, tunnel-vision running rampid in what destruction could unfold. He yells at a towel-jockey, one of those lower-class ring staff that run about during commercials, and makes him grab the barbed wire board at one end, Matt lifting it up on the other, and the two lower it on the seats of the chairs so that the board sits off of the ground. Seeing what he has created, and seeing it was good, he returns to Brett and Gnarff, being pulled up and rescued from a 10-count, only to ensure more damage. Matt looks at Brett, then to the recoiling Butcher, and back to Brett. Steel looks over Matt's shoulder at what Oliveira has accomplished, and not being the most appreciative of barbed wire, helps Matt take Gnarff over the the adjacent ringside. Both men hammer down forearms and fits on Gnarff, trying to make the biggest man of the match stay down. They drag his limped body onto the apron, Matt climbing up as well with good ideas but bad intentions. He lugs the big man to his feet, tucking Gnarff's head between his legs in a standing headscissors. Matt hooks the Butchers arms behind his shouderblades in piledriver-position, and pulls back on a wing-and-a-prayer that he still has the strength to lift up Gnarff. The strain, however, is too much for his beaten back. Steel aids his opponent by climbing onto the apron, behind the Butcher, grabbing Gnarff by the back of the legs and lifting. Matt holds the stance for a moment, Steel letting go once the center of gravity is in Oliveira's favor. Matt strains, nearly letting go before stepping sideways (facing in-ring) and falling backward towards the barbed wire board...
CRACK! BANG!!!
JP: "Concussion Driver! Driver through the board! Matt just drove Gnarfflinger through the board! The explosives!"
Ray: "Whoo, I dunno about the C4, Jimmy, but that move was explosive enough." *Ray fans himself with his hand*
DC: "Score one for Matthew Oliveira, zero for the pan-carrying fairy."
Matt and the Butcher lay in the plywood, wire, and smoke of the explosives. Both men incredibly numb now, ears ringing severly, lacerations abundant on their bodies. Steel, still on the apron, looks at the crowd, erupting in a "Please don't die!" chant, sarcasm almost sickening. Brett shrugs to himself, figuring "What the hell" and leaps off of the edge with a flying headbutt onto the mess below him. The crowd pulses with excitement, as the promised human demolition derby has rang true. Steel, holding his abdomen, begins to crawl towards the ramp, leaving the weakened Oliveira and Gnarfflinger to fend for themselves.
------------------------Lrey------------------------
Brett holds his stomach in sheer pain, as he stares down the ramp to the near dead Gnarfflinger and Matt Oliveira. The counts begin to come from the ref slowly, Brett holding his abdomen still in pain. Brett lays a hand on the ramp, and raises his crawling body up to a standing position, the count hitting only 3 as the smallest man in the match stands completely up.
Matt Oliveira and Gnarfflinger begin rattling around slowly on the mat near the 5 count, groans being drowned out by chants and screams from the crowd. Both men lay hands out of the mat, raising slowly with time to spare when the count only reaches 7, both men on their knees already. Whilst getting to their feet, The Butcher slams a hand into the back of Matt's back, making the Hardcore Genius cringe in a slight bit of pain.
J.P.: Well I was going to say that this would have no effect to either man, and that both men would get to their own feet with no problem, but Gnarfflinger insists otherwise. I think he wants to make Matt Oliveira suffer, and inevitably lose.
DC: Well I do believe thats what Lrey had when he made this match, suffering and destruction. It's a wonder that the man made this any match but the Main Event of the Hardcore Games. He has to be wondering why the hell he did that, I mean there has to be a Main Event, and not many things can outdo this match.
J.P.: Not many men could think up, or even find a match much sicker and twisted than this one here, but if there is one, it's Lrey. He has had some of the sickest thoughts ever seen, and has made them a reality. The Hardcore Games is by far the sickest invention by his mind, but definitely not his last. Now it looks like either men are finally finding their feet.
Gnarfflinger and Matt Oliveira stand on hands and feet, trying desperately to get to their feet fully, as the number 9 booms throughout the arena. Both men have almost no trouble with the last moment though, just pushing off their hands, before balancing their feet and breaking the count. Brett looks onto the two men with an almost disbelief, muttering "How the hell" to himself.
The two men stare up the ramp to Brett, who comes running down the ramp, a full head of steam building up. Brett runs straight to Gnarff, dropping his shoulder, and going to Spear the groggy man. Out of nowhere though, Gnarff sidesteps the brawler of a man. Brett falls with a sick thud, as The Butcher walks past a pool of pure light tubes, and grabs his frying pan, blood stains showing on it.
Gnarfflinger takes a few steps back, and holds the frying pan beside himself, ready to slam it into Brett's face. Brett begins moving lightly on the ground, moaning somewhat, and wiggling easily on the mat he lays upon. Matt Oliveira sees this, and smiles lightly to himself, standing behind Gnarff with the chance to take the man down, but letting Gnarff take Brett out.
J.P.: I don't see this ending well for the Steel Savior. He has been doing great all match, and decimating here and there, but when that frying pan goes up, it comes back down on someone. Brett came into this match at the last moment, possibly the biggest surprise to everyone, but when he came he made an impact, but that impact may be over.
Ray: "I cry when angel's deserve to die". That is a true enough sentence right now. Brett is the biggest Forsaken Angel, but even with that, he is the smallest man in this match. Least he was something to look at.
DC: Forsaken Angels? This is Slam Jam Nation territory.
J.P.: Sorry to let you know this Dave, but this isn't SJN territory. This is the Titans and the Angels territory. These two stables were made because the Coven, and these two stables are making Revelation the best show it can be.
Brett's hand lays slowly on the mat below, as he raises his body slowly, his posture being a push-up like position. The Steel Savior lays on a knee for a moment, facing the opposite of Gnarfflinger, breathing heavily. He then stands slowly, his chest slowing, as the only thing he can know is footsteps behind him. The crowd begin to cringe to their seats, knowing what will come next, as the Steel Savior turns slowly.
Gnarff's frying pan goes maybe halfway, as Brett Steel turns around, firing off his left foot. Brett's right foot zooms swiftly and deadly straight into the frying pan. The frying pan slams into Gnarff's face, as he turns in pain, and begins falling slightly towards the light tubes. Matt Oliveira comes from nowhere as The Butcher begins falling, grabbing around the two outstretched arms of Gnarff, and locking his hands together.
Matt Oliveira falls with The Butcher, his hands locked firmly behind Gnarfflingers head and around his arms, as his face curves down towards the light tubes. Matt now sweeps his own feet from under himself, as Gnarff's face connects full force into the pool of light tubes, blood running sickly down his face. Matt gets some of the impact, but quickly scurries to his feet before the 10 count, making Gnarfflinger the first man eliminated, as the crowd scream "Holy Sh*t"
DC: HOLY HELL! Brett just hit the Steel Toed Boot on Gnarfflinger, using The Butcher's frying pan as an extra killer. The Matt took him out with the Magnum DDT, into the light tubes none the less.
J.P.: That was a great manuever of moves, that could only be brought to you by GHW, and the Hardcore Games. Gnarfflinger is the first man out, so now this is between Brett and Matt Oliveira. You know Dave, you should commentate, you got the attitude, wouldn't mind taking over for Ray would ya?
------------------------Brett Steel------------------------
Brett and Matt both stumble away from the downed corpse of Gnarfflinger and rest on the apron as medics rush down to ringside and cart The Butcher away. Brett sighs lightly, knowing he only has one man left to beat, he then looks up and lets out another sigh of dissapointment, realizing it's the self proclaimed "Hardcore Genius" he has to beat. Brett quickly jumps forward and attempts to throw a shoulder into the chest of Matt but Matt sidesteps and nails Brett in the upper back with a pair of hammer like hands, sending the submission specialist to the mat in pain. Matt slowly moves over to the crushed light tube pile and picks out a fresh one before turning around to the painfully rising Brett Steel. His face goes surprised as he takes a moment to hand it to the smaller man for always coming back for more, he then smashes the light tube over the back of the head of Brett. Brett cries out in agony as the stinging sensation shoots down his spine, causing him to arch his back.
JP: It doesnt look so good for the smaller Brett Steel right now...
DC: Yeah but you really gotta hand it to a guy that will take a beating like he's taken in this match and keep on coming when he's the smallest man in the match.
Ray: You also gotta hand it to a guy that does all that and still looks damn sexy!
Matt helps Brett up to his feet and lays a heavy fist into his jaw before following up with a chop across his chest from the other hand, Brett stumbles backwards before leaning against the ring post. Matt quickly grabs Brett by the head and slams the back of his head on the ring post, sending Brett to the mats without life in his eyes. Matt stands back and lets the ref begin his count, by the time the ref gets to 7, Matt hasnt had enough fun yet and helps Brett to his feet, breaking the count. Brett lays limp in the arms of Matt as Matt pushes him out and ducks him down before popping him up to his shoulders, he then slams the limp body of Brett down on the pile of broken light tubes with a spinning powerbomb. Matt the flops Brett over to his stomach to reveal the blood soaked back of Brett with glass protruding from it, Matt grins lightly as he picks up a cheese grater and runs it over the back of Brett, pouring blood forth. Brett groans lightly in pain and Matt grins to himself, realizing he's actually causing pain to the unconcious Steel. Matt tosses the cheese grater into the crowd, spraying blood all over the fans as it flies through the air, he then picks Brett up and props him against the apron before taking a few steps back.
JP: He's not going to is he? Oh my, the big man is attempting a drop kick to Brett Steel, he's going to kill him! Somebody stop this!
DC: OH OUCH! That had to REALLY hurt, Brett fell to the ground before Matt could land the drop kick, causing Matt to slide one foot over the apron and into the ring while the other split down towards the ground.
Ray: I'm coming!!!!
JP: No you're not! *grabs Ray and sits him back down*
Matt finally falls to the mats below with a groan of pain as the ref begins a double count. The crowd begins a chant of "BRETT! BRETT! BRETT!" as the ref gets to 3. The crowd gets louder as Dave and the rest of SJN join in on the chant, somehow in the midst of the blackness Brett hears this and begins to stir. Everyone gets louder as the submission king stirs moreso at the count of 6. By the count of 8 Brett Steel is fully upright with Matt waiting for him, even more pissed off than before because of the chant. Matt swings a wild right to the jaw of Brett but Brett ducks back and comes back with a shot to the ribs of Matt. Matt reels, not realizing the smaller man has so much power in his hands as Brett continues to pound fists into the open stomach of Matt. As Matt goes to block the hits, Brett quickly spins around and grabs behind Matts head and drops down for a Stunner.
JP: WHAT A COMEBACK!
DC: BRETT BRETT BRETT!!! Oh sorry... The chant is over
Ray: My hero... Wait what am I saying? KICK HIS ASS MATT!!!
Brett Steel quickly scurries around the body of Matt and flips him over to his stomach before locking in a Stressing to the Breaking point. Matt howls in agony as Brett continues to apply pressure to his specialty, Matt pushes up off the mats with all of his strength but Brett leans back, putting weight on Matt, causing him to fall back to the mats. Matt groans again in pain as Brett continues to apply the hold, putting everything he has into the maneuver. Matt raises his hand and begins pounding on the mat, trying to take the pain and slightly tapping out. Brett hears this and smiles to himself before releasing the hold and moving away from Matt, Matt groans in pain as he rubs at his legs before dragging his body away from Brett with his arms. He then reaches up and uses the apron to pull himself to his feet, as he releases the apron he stumbles slightly before gaining the strength in his legs again. Matt shakes each leg lightly before moving towards Brett who's motioning for him to come get some.
JP: Brett seems to be getting cocky now, even though he's been bleeding profusely all night.
DC: Well, the good guys have some right to be cocky every now and again!
Ray: YEAH! It's hotter!
Matt lunges in at Brett, attempting to nail him with a shoulder block but Brett sidesteps and hooks his arm for an arm drag takedown but much to his surprise, Matt resists the hold and reverses it into a modified arm drag takedown of his own. As Brett flips over Matt, Matt keeps hold of his lower arm, stressing Bretts elbow before hearing a pop. Bretts elbow goes limp as Matt releases his arm with a grin. Brett rolls on the ground in agony before rolling to his stomach a final time and slamming his elbow into the ground multiple times before hearing a second pop as the elbow pops back into place. Matt laughs lightly at the show before helping Brett up only to receive a kick to the stomach before a DDT, planting Matt to the mats below. Brett slowly rolls away, favoring his elbow as he stands up and throws one arm into the air trying to pump the crowd up moreso. The crowd and SJN go insane as Brett cheers along with them, attempting to pump himself up for the rest of the brutal match.
------------------------Vladimir Strife------------------------
Vladimir makes his way down the ramp, a steel chair in hand. Brett watches him as he makes his way towards the ring, but it works against him as Matt soon gets back to his feet, nailing him across the back of the head with the lid of a trash can. He smashes Brett's head against the railing as Vladimir makes his way towards them. Vlad and Matt's eyes meet and they stare intensely at one another.
Meanwhile, back in Vlad's lockerroom, Zantazm gets up from his seat and walks closer to the television, getting a better view on it of what is happening. Vladimir hands Matt Oliveira the chair suddenly and steps over Brett Steel, walking past the two. As Brett gets up, Matt plants a chairshot across Steel's scalp, dropping him back down. Vladimir locks eyes with Dave Carter for a moment, then flips him off before walking off to the back once more.
DC: That was... random.
JP: Don't take it personally... Vlad doesn't like much of anyone..
DC: You don't say?
------------------------Matt Oliveira------------------------
JP: "So, in his own unique way, Vlad has just come to Matt's aid. I'm not sure to judge the subtlety of the help, but it looks like Vlad is accepting Zantazm's offer."
DC: "I suppose so. I don't even know what flipping me off was for, maybe he's still a little moody?"
Ray: "Maybe he needs a massage!"
Matt drops the chair, looking back at the exiting Vladimir, an appreciative grin cracked on his face, and drags the dazed Brett into the ring. The referee moves into the ring as well, checking on Steel who is moving about, obvious sign that he still is in fighting condition. Oliveira retrieves the second table of the match from ringside, dragging it around the corner and setting it up outside the ring post on the arena floor. He swipes away a bit of the debris on it, blood and bits of broken glass, from the mayhem occuring since the beginning of the match. Once accepting the table for it's hygenic perfection, he gathers a pair of steel chairs used previously, unfolding them and raising them up onto the table on each end. The chairs, again, face each other but with a fair amount of distance -and table- between them. Brett, in the meantime, is pulling himself up by the ropes, still trying to shake off the weapon-induced cobwebs. Matt scrambles around the outside, picking up light tube upon light tube as if a squirrel in a autumn harvest, laying them on the middle of the set table, gathering roughly a dozen -of the remaining few- in place. Matt glances into the ring, checking again for his opponent, deciding he has a bit more time. The "Genius" barks to his makeshift assistant, the towel boy, now wearing a pair of work gloves. He sprints over to a pane of glass as directed, assisting Matt in lifting the pane and carrying it over to the tube-table. On three, they lift the pane up onto the chair seats, bridging the gap between the two and roofing the light tubes in between. Matt takes a step back, reaching his non-blood-covered hand into his pocket and removing $10 which he hands to the ring crew member, before climbing back into the ring to a ready Brett Steel.
DC: "Look at that! One of GHW's employees practically sold out for ten dollars! The boss must not be paying those kids enough."
JP: "Well, Matt is a visionary. If someone aids him in making his ideas come true, they get to reap the rewards."
Ray: "I've got an idea I want to come true, will any of you help me with that?"
JP: "There's not enough money existing that would convince us, Ray."
Matt rolls into the ring, Steel stomping like a madman on the small of the back. Brett gives a couple more kicks into Matt's ribs, Oliveira losing his breath as a boot sucks the air from his lungs. Steel gets his second-wind, pulling Matt off of the canvas and standing him up with rubber legs, his eyes dancing over a large man in a yellow shirt in Section A-14. Oliveira's view of the yellow man is replaced with a black, padded glove, growing bigger and bigger before...BAM! Right hand by Steel! Matt staggers backwards, BAM! Another right, his head cocking to one side before tilting back into place. Number three, BAM! Roundhouse fist to the cheekbone from the left, Steel mixing it up as he goes along. Matt drops to one knee before pushing back up out of instinct, resembling Rocky on a bad day. Brett extends his left hand, lightly wrapping it under Matt's jaw, holding him up for a final blow. Steel pulls back, tightly clenching his fingers, lining his knuckles, and inching his feet into the right spot for...CRACK! Right hook across the blunt of the forehead! Matt wobbles, falling straight forward in a tribute to Ric Flair's mat-flopping comic relief. The fans grow frenzied once more, Steel taunting, wanting to know if they want it to keep going or end it here and now. Minor chants of "One more time" catch his ear, agreeing with the minority. Oliveira lays face-down on the mat, admiring how soft the canvas feels in comparison to a MMA-fighter's knuckle sammiches, but unfortunately for Matt, he's being heaved up once more for the last hurrah. Brett is able to get his opponent standing again, well, leaning on his own shoulder, one of Matt's arms slumped around Steel's neck, Oliveira muttering he doesn't want to go to school today. Brett calls the referee over, asking him to keep Matt standing for a little longer so he can prepare for "parting ways". The ref obeids, keeping Matt steady by holding him by the belt. Steel jogs his way over, giving a couple warm-up style high knees before wheeling around to have the "Hardcore Genius" in his crosshairs. Brett shuffles sideways, pounding the mat with his foot, the fans clapping along, and he side-steps towards Matt. His foot raises, hip pivoting, supporting foot raising for full extension, it's all over...
CRACK!
DC: "Holy sh*t!"
JP: "Holy sh*t!"
Ray: "...wow!"
JP: "Matt moved! Brett just Steel Toe Booted the referee! He done brokeded his nose!"
DC: "Man...I think he just sh*t himself."
(OOC: FYI, those were The Longest Yard references.)
Matt falls out of the ring, landing near the siding, just able to peer under the ring skirt. Brett turns around, noticing he just near-caved the referee's skull in, the official's eyebrow deeply cut and bleeding profusely. Steel is quick to help the referee, Matt no longer at his attention, placing a hand over the cut and applying pressure to stop the loss of blood. GHW officials, accompanied by a few medics rush down the ramp and into the ring to help the fallen "zebra" with Brett still trying to help, a little bit of guilt, but just trying to close a wound. Matt, still in and out of realism, lays a hand on cold metal under the ring, deciding in some inpromptu fun. The crowd of the injury party pour outside of the ring, one member staying behind to call the rest of the match, Brett returns to scoping out Oliveira, promising himself that one kick that got away, his eyes scanning nearby for a sign of the "Genius". Matt gets back to his feet, taking a gaze at Brett, the blood from that ice pick wound flowing down his face, an sports an uncommon smile. He raises his hands to reveal his discovery, a large chain, almost an out-of-place tribute to Vladimir in-return, link upon link of cold steel (pun), looking back at Brett, still holding the chain as if a gift to the gods. Oliveira shakes off his glory, climbing back into the ring with the chain, and pouncing at Brett. Brett ducks the improved clothesline, Matt spins around, and Steel delivers a kick to the gut and bending down, wrapping his arms around the waistline of Matt and lifting him up. Breet props up a leg, bending it 90 degrees and drops to the mat, Oliveira falling across Brett's leg in a backbreaker. Steel holds on, lifting Matt up again and dropping for the second backbreaker, Oliveira screaming from the abuse to his vertabrae. Still, his opponent holds on, standing up again and readjusting his arms to a belly-to-belly stance. Steel makes it a three-move combo, twisting and planting Matt to the ground with a spine-buster onto the chain, his back know as tender as ground beef.
JP: "This looks to remain Brett's fight. One more picture-perfect hit, and it's all over."
The new referee begins administering a 10-count on Matt, laying brutalized over a biker's chain. Brett looks down, over the splayed remains of Oliveira, deciding a quick trip out of the ring for some "shopping" won't hurt. Steel steps through the ropes and down to the floor, giving some fans a few high-fives over the barbed wire before deciding on a lonely-looking chair. He tosses it into the ring, before rejoining his opponent, now under a count of six. Brett drags Matt to all-fours by his hair, allowing his opponent to regain himself until he waffles Oliveira across the back again with the chair, a near-slapping sound echoes accompanied by another scream from Matt. Oliveira twitches, convulsing over again onto his back and trying to wait a bit of the pain off. Brett lays the chair over Matt's head, lightly, preparing for a basic ant-squishing technique to end the contest once and for all. He walks over to the corner, standing up on the second rope and pumping up the fans for what could be a Chair-assisted Diving Headbutt. Steel scales the turnbuckle, slowly turning around as to not lose his footing. Unknown to him, Matt creaks his way to sitting, chair in hand, waiting for Brett to come in eye contact with his. Brett turns, and Matt whips the chair at him, clashing off of his head, he loses his balance. Steel falls backwards, off the turnbuckle...crashing directly onto the Pyramid of Hell (tables, glass, and tubes) Matt had set up earlier. Glass, tubes, and tables break, spilintering of wood, glass and fumes misting from the light tubes as Brett falls through the structure, finally halting on the ground in array of shattered glass, the duo of chairs landing amongst the wreckage. Oliveira looks slowly to the outside, seeing his opponent in a car-accident, he falls into the nearest corner, finally able to take a breather.
JP: "Oh my God... I mean, that's alot of glass. This match is getting unreal!"
DC: "Unreal? Damn right! This is only for a chance to do this one more time!"
Ray: "Hell! Two more times! Not even for a title if neccessary!"
TBC in the next post[/center]
I'd like to have a match against you again sometime so I hope you stick with us 
Something painful... I may even bring Brett Steel back so you can take off his other ear 
