Post by M BISON on Mar 23, 2009 0:42:35 GMT -4
<Metal Dragon>
Al: "Well, folks, it's time for our main event! It's been a great night so far and we'd like to thank every one of our viewers here in Wembley Stadium and at home watching!"
Fuzz: "GIVE US MORE MONEY! RAWR!"
"Anyway, as I just said, it's time for the main event, the final match of the Hardcore Games! Let's take a look at some of the stuff these guys have been through!"
The lights in the arena go black as "HARDCORE GAMES 2008" is displayed in big red letters on the TitanTron upon a black background along with white noise, guitar strumming eventually following it to open up "Welcome To The Machine" by Pink Floyd, sending chills through everyone in the arena.
The lights come back on as the camera pans over the ring, the apron removed to expose plenty of weapons underneath the ring, the ropes with barbed wire wrapped around them and lighttubes strung along them like some twisted Christmas decoration as Charlie Coors stands in the ring and the crowd quiets.
"Here we go! It's about to start!"
Coors: "The following is a Fatal 4-Way barbed wire, 200 LIGHTTUBE DEATHMATCH scheduled for one fall! The first man to score a pinfall or submission will be named the new King of the Deathmatch Champion!"
The crowd cheers for a moment before the lights in the arena dim and a heavy but simple riff is heard quietly for a couple seconds, then its volume increases along with the inclusion of a bass drum to open up "K.I.N.G." by Satyricon. A spotlight begins to shine on the entrance ramp as the lyrics begin.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
Beholding the might
In its dawn of grace
In its beauty and light
In its pride and glory
Rushing torrent, time and space
Elder lords, crack the soil
Gone or dead, you've never been
Kingdom come, hear the roar
Climbing down to rule the earth
Metal Dragon walks through the curtain wearing a plain black t-shirt and long black wrestling tights with black wrestling shoes with the Charging Glory Championship around his waist, lowering his head and raising his arms for a few seconds as he soaks in the atmosphere, the concept of the match, and the knowledge of the pain he is about to deliver and receive. MD lowers his arms after about five seconds and begins walking down the ramp.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
"Here comes the Charging Glory champ, and there's a big chance that he will walk out of here as the King of Deathmatches."
"He has a good shot at it, Al, but will the other three target him for that?"
That very question runs through Dragon's mind as he strategizes, not bringing his own weapons tonight as he knows that everything he needs is under the ring or strung along the ropes.
Upon high places
With their heads up high
With their lives at stake
With their blades at hand
Triumph come, beyond the gate
Giants rise from the pits
Worlds collide, chaos reign
Dawn of gold, age of gods
Climbing down to rule the earth
Coors: "Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the GHW Charging Glory Champion, Metal Dragon!"
MD reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands up and scans the audience, reading a few signs, a lot of anti-Stone Orchard ones but few specifically mentioning him.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
Dragon takes the Charging Glory belt off of his waist and hands it to a man standing ringside as the song slowly fades out upon the beginning of another verse and the crowd stops jeering to wait for the next man in the match to enter.
TBC
<Hayden HardKore>
Metal Dragon flexes his muscles, warming up slightly in the break before the next opponent makes his way out. As soon as the music hits through the massive PA system in Wembley Stadium, the crowd continues right on jeering, picking up where it left off when Metal Dragon entered. The all too familiar sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings had begun playing, the distorted guitar and bassline booming out of the speakers. The lights had instantly cut out to a blackout, save for a scattering of small searchlights that scitter around the capacity crowd in the stadium. All eyes are on the entrance stage as te trinatron flicks into Hayden HardKore's entrance video, showing his many exploits, betrayals and vicious beatings. One new addition to the video for the H-Games final is a segment showing Jackasses brutal battering of Bud Whiser, each hit on the video coming in time with the hits of the music.
Big Al:
"Well, what can you say about Hayden HardKore? The man with a silver spoon in his mouth. Hell's bells, he got to the final without even getting a finger layed on him! I sure as hell smell a rat."
"Fuzz" Jennings:
"His methods of getting to the final may not neccesarily be fair or reasonable, but you cannot discount the fact that the self proclaimed GHW Hall-of-Famer is in the final. He is a former King of The Deathmatch champion, he even defeated a damned Grizzly Bear to get the title!"
Big Al:
"Did he cheat his way through that match too? Hayden "I've-got-a-Golden-Ticket" HardKore... With his unpredictability, in a match where anything goes, HardKore is going to be dangerous allright. He's going to be one to watch."
The verse plays through until the words of the song begin, with no sign of Hayden HardKore. When he finally does burst into the arena, he does so to te deafening sound of tens of thousands of fans booing in unicen. He walks with a spring in his step, obviously showing off the fact that he is well rested and ready for the match. A cocky grin sits plastered on his face as he bounds along the entranceway. He wears black denim 3/4 ength pants with a studded belt, black custom "Jackass" Chuck Taylors and white tube socks. On his Torso he wears a Union Jack T-Shirt with the word "SUCKS" spraypainted across the front. As he walks past the camera, it pans around to follow him, showing the back of his t-shirt. Across the back of his t-shirt in bright orange lettering is the words "F**K Britain". As soon as the t-shirt is shown on the big screen, the arena erupts into a new found noise level. Te whole of Wembley Stadium stands as half-full beer bottles, empty food containers and other assorted items of rubbish are hurled at the Jackass. An almighty "Jackass is an ass..." chant begins around the arena, marching him toward the ring. Jackass stops when he reaches the top of the entrance ramp, rips te t-shirt off his chest and holds it high into the air, almost as if worshipping the shirt itself. He tosses it to the ground before proceeding through his usual ritual, drawing a line across the ramp with his left index finger. The line bursts into blue flames, which shoot down the entrance ramp and dissapear under the ring. Seconds later, following the same path as the small blue flames, a roar of white fire spreads down the ramp, engulfing the entire entrance ramp in a blinding white light. As Carlie Coors shields his eyes from the blinding fire, Hayden caps the aviator sunglasses that sit atop his head onto his face. With his cocky swagger, he steps off into the flames and is engulffed almost instantly.
Big Al: *shouting*
If you can hear me over the deafening noise these fans are making Fuzz, I think it is prettly clear that these fans do not like the Jackass.
"Fuzz" Jennngs: *also Shouting*
"Whatever gave you that idea Big Al? He ust ripped off their country, their livelyhoods, what do you expect. To more pressing matters anyway Al, how d you think this match is going to go. Hayden has not fought a decent match in three weeks. He is definately the most wel rested of the superstars out there, and looking at the way he is carrying himself, I'd say he is pretty confident."
Big Al:
"The man was born confident Fuzz. Never shy about saying, well, anything really. Hayden HardKOre is best not underestimated. He is good, he knows he is good and he will tell us till the cows cme home that he is good. End of story. The thing is, is he good enough to be the King of the Deathmatches again?"
"Fuzz" Jennings:
Wel the former champion definataely has the experience. Does he have the right combination tonight? Only time will tell."
Charlie Coors, standing in the ring, introduces the second callenger
Charlie Coors:
Introducing next... He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in tonigt at 211lbs. He is a sef-proclaimed GWH Hall-of-Famer. The Jackass... Hayden HardKore!
As the words of his name ring in the air, echoing around the arena, Hayden appears out the end of the fireball of white flames, running at full pace. He slides into the ring, hitting two or three of the lighttubes as he goes. They begin to sway from the impact as Hayden passes underneath them and underneath the barbed wire wrapped ropes. he slides onto one knee in the same fluid motion, stopping just afew feet shy of Metal Dragon, who stands his ground. Both men lok unrelenting, staring each other down in the early stages. The ref has to step in to seperate the two men, and they are directed to opposite turnbuckles. Hayden adjusts the tape on his hands and wrists before flipping off afew of the fans that were heckling him from ringside. He turns around again to face his opponent. Metal Dragon is looking back at him. Both men edge closer towards each other, fire in their eyes.
"Fuzz" Jennings:
"Looks like this migt be getting started pre-maturely here!"
Before either man could make another step, they are interupted by the PA system cranking into gear again, the song canging to mark the entering of a new challenger.
<Samoa Joe>
The boos that flooded the arena for Hayden Hardcore get intenser as Paper Cut by Linkin Park blasts all over the P.A. system. The tron shows a door with a gold star in the middle. In the middle of the text is a black stripe with "Samoa Joe" in white text. The door opens and Joe walks out eager and determined with his bloody towel around his neck. The Samoan Submission Machine, walks over to a janitor who just grabbed a Gatorade from the vending machine. Joe shoves the janitor and grabs his unopened bottle before heading up the hallway to the back. The act of injustice, and thievery leaves the crowd in a state of hatred and the "Joe Sucks" chants grow even louder. Joe walks into a corner and heads up the stairs making his way to the arena. The tron shuts off and prepares his entrance video.
Colin:
Joe is one guy who has no honor, respect or integrity for the business. I don't even think he has any self respect! No care for the fans, no care for what he's doing, all he's interested in is beating someone until they don't get up.
Big Al:
And that mentality has lead him to the final 4, the H-Game Finale. That mind frame has set him aside from the rest of the competition. If you putting money on this bout, It wouldn't be a stupid bet to place your wager on Joe. He's undefeated, uncaring and hellbent on sending people to the ER!
Colin:
I'm just saying, could it hurt to have the fans rally behind you. What good does it do you if no fans buy your merchandise because your have disrespected them and made it your intention to be one of the most hated human beings!
Big Al:
None of that nonsense matters to Joe, Fuzz. The reason the man has no remorse for his opponents, no care for the fans or no feelings is because he isn't human, the man is a Wrestling Machine!
Colin:
Well he better make sure all his gears and parts work properly because he's walking into a deathmatch, literally!
As the curtains begin shaking green smoke begins building from the bottom and rising on the stage while two green lights form an "X" on the stage platform. The words "Joe's Gonna Kill You" appear in red text in the middle of the tron. The words begin enlarging until they overlap, completely covering the tron. The words disappear and a movie type, green countdown starting with 5 appears. The countdown goes by fast 5-4-3-2-1! Suddenly "Joe is Here" appears in white text followed by his career highlights. Finally, emerging from behind the curtains to the tune of boos and Linkin Park music is Samoa Joe.
Joe stands at tall and still at the top of the ramp and looks directly to the ring with his cold, eyes barely is even blinking. The Samoan Submission Machine adjusts the bloody towel so that it is comfortable around his neck and scratches his neck. He then wipes his nose with his right hand, adjusts his tights and confidently makes his way down to the ring.
Charlie Coors:
Introducing Next, Making His Way to the ring residing in the "Isle of Samoa" standing at a towering 6 foot 2, tipping the scales this morning at 280 pounds. Ladies and Gentlemen the undefeated, Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe!
Joe stops his strut midway at the ramp and looks at some fans in the front row. He reads a sign that says:"Joe Is A Fat Hoe"! His face shows the same focused, dark expression and he simply turns his head back down to the ring while fans continue to boo him. The Samoan Submission Machine, stops at admires the barbaric structure he will soon come to love or hate. He touches the barbed wire with his finger tips before sliding under the ropes.
Joe removes his towel from around his neck and extends it by its ends and waves it at Metal Dragon and Hayden. He drops one hand and points at the dry bloody spots on the towel before pointing at them expressing that they will share the same fate. When the taunting ceases, Joe drops the towel over to a ring attendant who looks down on it with disgust. Joe looks back at his opponents, first Metal Dragon who returns the stare. Joe then looks at Hayden who has a mixture of a confident, cocky smirk on his face, with his hands in his pockets. Joe wipes something off the side of his lip and switches glances back, moving from Metal Dragon to Hayden and back again and back again, so on and so fourth.
Colin:
Joe making it clear early that he has no intentions to make this a very fun experience for Hayden and Metal Dragon. I'd heed his warning if I were them!
Big Al:
If you were them you'd piss in your pants and shit yourself. Metal Dragon and Hayden have been in this industry for a minute now, Hayden a long minute and they've tangoed with the best of them. They don't care if that towel is soaking and dripping in someone's blood. Those two won't be intimidated and if you don't respect them for how they go about their business in the ring and outside, you have to respect that!
Colin:
Indeed, but still, you can cut this tension with a knife. And I still wouldn't want to be in the same ring with a sadistic, 280 pound behemoth. Thats scary!
Big Al:
I wouldn't want to be in the ring with the definition of hardcore, the Charging Glory Champ Metal Dragon, or the hardcore, unpredictable Jackass.
Joe prepares stretching, making sure his joints are loose enough. He begins cracking his knuckles and his cracking end on his right hand. He shakes both his hands out and bobbles his head a bit making that loose. When his prematch warm ups are down he just stands awaiting his opponent, but not taking his eyes off of the ones in the ring.
-TBC-
<Sean Pierce>
(You guys can start the match as is, Sean will have to enter when he can. Don't worry I'll mark him down if he takes too long. Good luck!)
<Metal Dragon>
The three competitors look at each other and circle the ring for a moment before MD sidles up to Joe and begins whispering in his ear while glancing at Hayden, making it look like the two are plotting something. The Jackass walks toward the two other men before MD suddenly jumps behind Joe and tucks his left arm under the large Samoan's neck while placing his right hand behind his head to apply a Sleeper Hold, Dragon then nodding to Hayden as Hayden walks over to them and begins laying jab after jab to Joe's midsection as his belly fat jiggles with each impact. Joe simultaneously tries to kick Hayden away and claw MD's arms off of him before simply planting his feet in the mat momentarily and exploding backward to slam the Charging Glory Champ's back into the lighttubes, breaking on impact as MD releases the hold to move his hands to his afflicted back and roll out of the ring, then Hayden quickly runs toward the stumbling heavyweight standing in front of him and jumps while sticking both feet out to deliver a Dropkick to Joe's chest that sends him reeling back to the ropes. The confused referee finally signals for the bell to prematurely begin the match before Sean Pierce can even show up.
Fuzz: "Well, they're not waiting for Pierce, which just puts Sean at an advantage."
Al: "And I wasn't about to wait for the action! I just got a text message that says that the guy isn't even ready!"
Hayden rolls away from Joe and gets to his feet only to see that the bigger man has ripped one of the lighttubes off of the ropes and is not swinging it straight at his face, the tube shattering on the forehead of the former King of Deathmatches before he can put his hands up to block it. Joe immediately grabs Hayden's hair and left arm and turns around to sling him into a set of lighttubes hanging next to the previously-smashed ones, HardKore's head and shoulders slamming through them as the crowd cheers. Dragon slides back into the ring, the only man not bleeding due to the fact that he's wearing a now-tattered shirt, and gets up to immediately receive a flurry of punches as Joe pulls MD's shirt over his head to blind him. Metal's only resort is to flail his arms until blindly low-blowing Samoa Joe, a rush of pain going through the heavyweight's legs and midsection momentarily before he sucks it up and puts the doubled-over MD's head between his legs then lifts him up by the midsection and falls forward to perform a Facebuster that slams the whole front of Dragon's body into the canvas. MD lies prone for a moment as his shirt is then removed by Joe and thrown to the side, the Samoan Submission Machine then pulling Dragon up by the hair only for MD to suddenly put his hands on top of Joe's head and drop to his knees to make Joe's jaw clack against MD's cranium. Samoa Joe falls backwards to the mat as MD gets up to see that Hayden has recovered as well, HardKore quickly delivering jabs to MD's torso like he did to Joe earlier but MD blocks one and delivers a straight left to the face of his own that knocks Hayden back. Dragon cracks his knuckles and approaches Hayden only for the slightly lighter man to quickly slide forward and trap MD's legs between his own before pushing him forward with a Drop Toe Hold that makes Metal's chest land on the top rope, barbed wire cutting into MD's flesh as he screams in pain.
Hayden turns around to see that Joe has now gotten to his feet and the Samoan grins before motioning to Hayden to move to the side, Hayden obliging as Joe runs behind MD and jumps to splash on his back and drive the barbed wire even farther into his chest and underarms as he lets out a gasp before Joe bounces off of him to make Dragon rebound off of the ropes and land back-first on the mat with a thud as the fans cringe. Hayden grabs a lighttube from the ropes as Joe begins to get up and do the same, the two men then standing off with their own tube in hand as the downed Charging Glory Champ lies in between them. The two standing competitors move toward the center of the ring away from MD before Hayden horizontally swings his lighttube only for Joe to duck and immediately rise and smash his on Hayden's head, the Samoan then snatching the Jackass's lighttube and turning him around by the arm. Joe then turns around as well and reaches behind Hayden with his lighttube before gripping it with both hands across HardKore's neck and sitting down to drive the back of Hayden's neck into Joe's shoulder while the lighttube breaks across his throat, the New Zealand native falling down and clutching his neck as he gasps in agony. Joe crawls over to the still-downed Metal Dragon and covers him. 1... MD kicks out and pokes Joe in both eyes as he rises off of him, then rolls out of the ring and ducks down to survey the content's of the ring's underside.
"Now he's going for the weapons under the ring! It's about to get really nasty, folks!"
"As if lighttubes and barbed wire couldn't tear a man apart well enough!"
Dragon rummages through the weapon stash before settling on a bar of soap with a rope wrapped around it just as Joe slides out of the ring to confront him, MD delivering a kick to Joe's stomach to bend him over before holding his head down with his free right hand and performing a circular motion with his left arm to swing the soap-on-a-rope and make it connect with the Samoan's upper back. Joe drops to all fours as the spot of impact turns red with a welt and the merciless Dragon powerfully swings the cheap weapon around again where it hits him around the same spot. MD cockily kicks the weakened man in front of him as he still holds the soap-on-a-rope, leaving it dangling too long as Joe quickly grabs it and yanks it down as MD is jerked down with it. This puts Dragon's arm in Joe's reach as he then swiftly grasps it and turns to the left before reaching his other arm behind MD's head to load the lighter man onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then Joe turns toward the ring with his back to the crowd as he prepares to deliver a Samoan Drop only to see that Hayden has recovered as the Jackass grabs two bare spots of rope and vaults at Samoa Joe with his arms and legs sprawled out, splashing Joe and sending him to the floor as MD is dropped as well and crushed under the weight of both men.
"HAYDEN JUST KILLED JOE AND METAL DRAGON! We've gotta see that one more time! Holy crap!"
"All three of them are out cold on the arena floor, and you'd better believe that Dragon took the worst of that as he was given a Samoan Drop and mashed under about 500 pounds of weight."
*watching the instant replay* "They're not getting up yet! I'm gonna replay it again!"
A "Holy shit!" chant echoes through the venue as Hayden turns around on the floor to face the ring, pilfering for a few seconds before he pulls out his signature Ball'n'Chain, then gets up and grabs the soap-on-a-rope from the floor and looks at the two weapons side-by-side. The Jackass moves both weapons up and down as if his hands are a scale for a moment before choosing the Ball'n'Chain and tossing the antibacterial weapon into the crowd. Joe slowly gets up as Hayden positions himself behind the heavyweight before placing the ball on his back and wrapping the chain around the front of his neck and pulling back on it with his left hand to choke Joe with it for a few seconds, the Samoan reacting by throwing his leg backwards to kick Hayden in the groin as the Ball'n'Chain violently thumps to the floor between them and Joe quickly wraps his arm around HardKore's head to make him roll forward with a Snapmare takedown. Metal Dragon slowly pulls himself up on the barricade, almost to his feet after the last altercation between his two opponents gave him time to recover, and grabs Joe's arm to turn him around before kicking him in the stomach only for Joe to quickly react with a punch to MD's stomach. Samoa Joe grabs MD by the hair and waist and tosses him under the bottom rope and into the ring before sliding in himself. MD and Joe get to their feet with Hayden slowly getting up outside the ring and the two men in the squared circle begin trading punches for a moment before Joe grabs MD's arm and tries to irish whip him to the far ropes but Dragon plants his feet and grabs Joe's head before slamming his forehead into the Samoan's with force. Joe stumbles from the headbutt while Hayden slides into the ring and the two face each other for a second, then look at Joe in front of them and they both shove Joe back toward the ropes on the side of the ring that the entrance ramp is on before the two lighter men run toward him and jump at the same time while sticking their legs out to do a Double Dropkick to Joe's chest that sends him crashing back-first into the lighttubes. Hayden and MD grab Joe's arms and pull him away from the ropes as if they plan to whip him to the far ones, but the Samoan shoves them off of him before sticking both of his arms out to the side and charging forward to clothesline both of his adversaries to the mat.
Joe walks to the center of the ring and turns around as both smaller men slowly get to their feet and he begins to take a step, when suddenly the main riff of "Sad But True" by Metallica hits the PA and the crowd comes unglued as Sean Pierce runs down the entrance ramp in his standard ring attire with a kendo stick in hand and slides into the ring. Hayden and MD both step forward but Sean kicks Hayden and then Dragon both in the stomach before dropping his kendo stick in front of himself and tucking the middleweights' heads under each of his arms and falling backwards to deliver a DDT to both of them. Pierce grabs his kendo stick and gets up as Joe approaches him only to be shoved back and given an affirmative middle finger. Samoa Joe steps forward and sticks his arm out to throw a clothesline but Pierce ducks and quickly rises to lift his kendo stick overhead and crack it onto Joe's forehead as Joe turns around, sending the Samoan to the mat as Sean spikes the kendo stick on the canvas and lifts both of his middle fingers to give a display of them to his three downed opponents as the fans cheer.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!"
"Me neither! That bastard waited until his opponents were weakened to show up in the match! They shouldn't even be allowing him to join!"
"The crowd would disagree, Al!"
"Screw the crowd! Screw what they say! This son of a bitch just pissed three men off and he's about to get what he deserves!"
TBC
(OOC: Matt let me make Pierce enter, since I need all three of you guys to do a little spot I had planned.)
<Hayden>
Sean flaps around the ring, vamping the crowd up by his display of
"affection" towards the other men. The crowd stand to attention, having finally got somebody got somebody to cheer for. A "Pierce... Peirce..." chant begins to scatter around the arena as the crowd begin to see the match take shape.
Big Al:
Some strategy, the sly son of a bitch. This kid is hardcore Fuzz and this match pays right into his zone. Call it the dark horse, but perhaps the newest of GHW's superstars could walk out of tonight a champion. Doesn't that just make you sick?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well Three out of these Four men deserve to be here. And he is one of them. Peirce, Samoa Joe and Metal Dragon have proven throughout the H-Games to be tough enough competitors to be a great champion. This is Peirces element, he loves to see light-tubes smashed over his opponents bodies.
Hell, he even has the crowd behind him tonight. They may not like who he is, but they damn sure like what he brings to the table, and tey damn sure like him a lot better than the other three assholes in the ring.
Big Al:
Thats just the thing Fuzz. Are the crowd genuinely behind the guy, or are they just cheering for him because they hate the others more?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Does it matter Al? Really... Do you think he cares, as long as they are calling his name?
With a grimace on his face, like a look of mental anguish, Peirce turns his attention back to his three opponents, but his showboating had cost him. Metal Dragon, who had falen in a less awkward position and gotten off slightly better than Hayden during Peirce's Double DDT had scrambled over to his discarded Kendo stick and had just layed a hand on it when Sean shot him a glance, noticing his movement. Sean grunts in disapproval, but his efforts were in vain as Metal Dragon whips the stick around with expert precision and slams it into Peirce's ribcage, a smile drawing across his face as Peirce hops and howls around the ring in pain from the shot, a large red wet beginning to form. Metal Dragon scrambles quickly to his feet, jumping over the heavily breathing body of Sama Joe as he swings the Kendo stick again to Sean, catching him square on the back. Peirce falls forward into the ropes, balancing dangerously on the lighttubes as he cuts the flesh on his hands and arms on the barbed wire ropes.
Metal dragon tries to run at Sean, but has his ankle grabbed by Samoa Joe, who trips him to the ground, the Kendo stick skidding from Dragon's grasp and sliding on out of the ring. Samoa Joe, his face red from the earlier strike, Metal Dragon claws back to his hands and knees as Samoa Joe moves over to him, back to a vertical base before metal dragon had know what was going on. Samoa Joe brings his clenched fist into his chest, sticking his elbow out like a chicken wing and runs toward Metal Dragon, who is in the process of standing up and swings a hard elbow to the back of Metal Dragon, reminisent of an Enzu Elbow smash. The elbow sends Metal Dragon out to dream street and he fals forward onto the mat once more as the crowd begin to boo oudly once again.
Big Al:
A heavy elbow smash by Samoa Joe takes the dangerous Metal Dragon out of the way for the moment. Fuzz, Samoa Joe is obviously still feeling the effects of that kendo stick to the face, but fighting thriough that pain, is that what ists going to take to come out on top tonight?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Of course it is, are you kidding me?
none of these men here tonight are going to be functioning at full capactity. The match will go down to heart, hunger and who has the biggest tolerance to pain. Fighting through pain Al, thats the name of the game.
As Samoa Joe readies himself, Sean Pierce unwinds himself from the barbed wire, trying not to rip the flesh off his wrists in the process. He frees his left arm , then his right, just as Samoa Joe hurtles towards him. Peirce had been sitting on the second rope throughout the ordeal, and was just standing to his feet as Samoa Joe reaches him, a head of steam up puffing like a steamtrain. He Hits Peirce with his full momentum, connecting with a strong Ole Kick that sneds Sean smashing into as many light-tubes as his body could cover.
Shards of glass fall out over the floor and stick into Peirce's back as he is driven backwards into the ropes with heavy force and he is once again tangled in the barbed wire, howling in pain as he feels the barbs from the barbed wire tearing at flesh on his back tenderised by the breaking of eight or nine lightubes. A mixture of glass shards and wire barbs cut his back to ribbons, and hi own blood starts to drip down his back slowly and onto the broken pieces of glass that litter the side of the ring directly under him. His body goes weak and he begins to fall to the ground, but is held up by the barbed wire ropes, tugging at his back. Peirce hollers from the pain as the crowd gasp colectively, a gaggle of Samoa Joe's fans letting out a smal, but clearly heard cry of "Ole!" Samoa Joe smiles at the call as he pulls himself away from the trainwreck of glass and blood, turning back towards the center of the ring, back toward Metal Dragon and Hayden HardKore.
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Good god! Peirce was playing with fire the longer he stayed trapped in tose ropes, but he just got burned in a big way!
Big Al:
He only got what he deserved Fuzz. Call it Karma kicking his ass for conveniently being delayed earlier. Now he has some battle wounds to write home about.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
This is not a battle tonight Al, this is a war. Only one man will win this epic war, the other three will go home crying to mama. This is just getting started. We have had the first shots fired!
Hayden HardKore, who had been shaking off the effects of the DDT, dazedly opens his eyes to look around, getting abearing of his surroundings and sees the larger figure of Samoa Joe looming towards him. Rolling sideways away from the figure, he buys himself some time to stand up, but uses the rope as a brace, cutting his hand on one of the barbs in the process. A slightly seepish look on his face for forgetting his surroundings, Hayden squares off with the much bigger Samoa Joe. Joe looks bemused with the difference in size, but his cocky smile is wiped off his face as Hayden dahses towards him looking for a clothesline with his left arm. Samoa Joe ducks under the clothesline and braces himself for a rebouding attack, but Hayden will not make the mistake twice, remembering the barbs that surround the ring and kicks out with his right leg in a mule kick as soon as Joe passes under his arm.
The kick cathces Joe by suprise, Jackasses custom Chuck Taylor boot hitting him right on the chin. Joe staggers back, dangerously close to the treacherous ring ropes, but manages to gain his composure before falling into them.
Big Al:
Teetering, teetering. Come on damn it, fall into the ropes Joe!
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Staying away from those damned ropes are about the smartest move any of these man can make in this match. Good for Samoa Joe to be able to sense his surroundings.
Big Al:
And the veteran skils of the Jackass coming into play there too. He knew he wouldn't be able to come back at Joe from the ropes on the other side of the ring, so BAM! He hit him with a good ol' Mule kick. Hayden's not about to make the same mistake twice in a row!
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well, we all saw him cut his hand on the barbed wire as he stood up, and like you said Al... A veteran wil learn from his mistakes. That is how Hayden HardKore is still a the top of this business. Hell... That is how HardKore is still alive!
Hayden spies an object lying on the ground afew feet away from him, glinting in the lights of the arena. It catces his eye, and when he turns his head to see what the object is, his face lights up, like a parent who has just been re-united with a lost child, HAyden sees his Ball'N'Chain and dashes over to it, picking it up by the chain. Helets the chain slip through his fingers, lovingly, watching as the long stainless steel links flow through his hands and back toards the mat. He stops the chain from falling completely and wraps his hand around the chain twice, so that it wil not be able to be wrenched from his grasp. He bends down to pick the black steel ball up from the mat and looks it over with his eyes, the blood of its past victims still staining the metal. The memories flood back into his head, the first match he used is toy... The first time it knocked somebody unconscious. The same match that he won the King Of the Deathmatch Title for the first time. He looks over the stains of blood on the cold steel, remembering the countless victims his toy had taken. The savage beatings, the broken bones, the cries for mercy, and he smiles. His smile is as sweert as a lovers smile, as calm and collected as the smile a mother greets her children with when they come home from school. Softly he caresses the Ball'N'Chain in his fingers, before letting the ball drop down, dangling in the air halfway down his side. His trip down memory lane is cut abruptly short as Samoa Joe hits him side on, nothing flashy but a well times shoulder drive that sends Hayden sprawling to the mat, a crack following as the shoulder is driven into Hayden's ribs.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
What the hell was that?!
Hayden had the perfect chance to strike, but he did not. He just stood there like a bumbling idion.
Big Al:
He looked like he was checking out his Ball'N'Chain there... Kinda creepy if you ask me. It looks so natural hanging from his hands.
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well whatever he was doing, it may have cost him dearly. Samoa Joe is a one man wrecking ball, and he will stop at nothing, nothing... Until he gets his hands on that title.
As if an answer to prayer, Samoa JOes attention is drawn sideways by a voice calling out
"F**K You!"
Metal Dragon had gotten himself back to his feet, unbeknown to the others in the ring, and was swinging a fist that caught Samoa Joe directly on the nose as he turned around. As a smal trickle of blood flows from Joe's nose, Metal Dragon rubs the back of his head, where Samoa Joe had hit the elbow earlier, a pissed off look stamped on his face. He follows up with his pattented Dragon Rush to a stunned Joe, hitting him first with a Front kick to stomach, followed by a round and hook kick to head. After he kcick Joe in the head, he sidesteps, before landing the finishing blow to the combo, an Axe Kick to back of head that knocks Samoa Joe down a peg or two. Joe stumbles forward for two steps before crashing to the mat, face first, not even his arms going out to break the fall.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
Dragon Rush! And just like that, Metal Dragon turns the entire match on its head.
Big Al:
Samoa Joe was really on a roll, but metal Dragon really put a stop to that! Question is now, who is going to stop him?
As if answering Al's question, Hayden had reached out towards Metal Dragon, with the chain still wrapped around his left hand. As quick as a lightning strike, he wraps the chain around Metal Dragon's ankles, pulling it tight to wrap Dragon's two legs together. Drago looks down just in time to see Hayden smile up at him, twisting his own wrist uncomfortably to take Metal Dragon to the mat. As he falls, Hayden releases one side of the chain, freeing the bal to swing as he scammers to his feet. Now pissed off at being triped twice within the short space of the match so far, Metal Dragon slas his fist onto the canvas in frustration as Hayden swings the Ball'N'Chain in his direction...
TBC Metal Dragon
<Joe>
The Ball-N-Chain causes a gust in the arena as it goes over Metal Dragon's head due to him ducking. Dragon, kicks Hayden in the gut causing the Ball-N-Chain to slam onto the canvas. Dragon follows up lifting his leg while turning in a semicircular motion, and with his foot, strikes him straight in his temple. Hayden stumbles a bit only allowing Metal Dragon to lift his leg once again, bending his leg before fully extending his knee striking Hayden in his head with his foot. The Jackass bends down dazed and seeing starts while Metal Dragon side steps before jumping into the air and brings his leg down driving it over the top of Hayden's head causing him to drop to the ground, face laying next to his weapon, the Ball-N-Chain.
"Big" Al:
Ouch, "Dragon Rush" very deadly combination. Hayden won't be getting up from that!
Colin:
Front Kick straight to the midsection, round and hook kicks to the dome, sidestep and Axe Kick finish. Very beautiful combination.
"Big" Al:
First came Samoa Joe and now comes Hayden. Metal Dragon, our Charging Glory Champion, is undoubtedly in control.
Metal Dragon takes a deep breath and crouches staring over at Hayden who holds his head. The Charging Glory champ does not go for the pin instead he drops down and rolls out of the ring and again surveys under the ring. Dragon pulls out to chairs and throws the both over the top of the ring before rolling back in himself.
Dragon quickly makes his intentions felt grabbing one of two steel chairs and placing it under Hayden's head. He then picks up the other chair and stands over the Jackass while grinning and raising the chair into the air. Before Metal Dragon can bring the chair down and shatter every living brain cell in Hayden's head, his chair his grabbed and yanked and he turns around only to be grabbed by one hand across the throat by the 6'7, 285 pound 22 year old Sean Pierce. Sean lifts Metal Dragon into the air while grabbing onto his hip with his free hand before slamming him into the canvas while also falling into a seated position. The Sit-Out-Chokeslam inadvertently saves Hayden's career and puts Metal Dragon out of commission for the time being.
Colin:
Devastating Sit-Out-Chokeslam by Sean Pierce. Metal Dragon may have been attempting one of those god damn con-chair-tos!
"Big" Al:
And I for one, would have enjoyed seeing Metal Dragon scramble Hayden's brains with those chairs. but no, Sean had to go and screw everyone's fun up. Bastard!
Sean collapses onto Metal Dragon who repeatedly blinks looking up at the ceiling with his shoulders pinned down to the mat. Sean gets one arm over his chest and the referee drops down to the mat to make the count.
Colin:
Here's the cover, we may have our new King Of Deathmatch Champion right here!
1!
2!
Just as the referee comes down to make the final count and call for the bell, out of no where the 280 pound Samoan Submission Machine comes across everyone's screen and comes from over top of Sean and lands on his back while driving his elbow in his head. Joe rolls off of Sean as Pierce himself crawls off of Metal Dragon, holding his dome wincing in pain from the "Samoan Elbow". Hayden finally starts to stir and rolls off of the chair towards the ropes as Joe, gets on the attack.
He grabs Sean by the leg and drags him over towards the barbed wire ropes and lighttubes. Joe raises the leg up and looks at Sean who begins shaking his head left and right screaming "No!". Joe, the sadistic bastard pays no attention to Sean pleads and places the leg onto the barbed wire. The Samoan Submission Machine the grabs onto a hanging lighttube for leverage and places his big foot down onto Peirce's leg and using his body weight pushes down forcing Pierce's leg to grind and ultimately get cut up by the barbed wire hoping to immobilize the tallest competitor. The fans in the arena begin to cringe in fear of the sight as Sean himself puts on an ugly, distorted face. After a few seconds of agonizing torture, the pain dies down due to Joe releasing his leg from "Beartrap" type predicament. Sean to build himself some distance, crawling away only for Joe to come after him grabbing his what could be injured leg once again. Joe lays the leg on the ground and places his foot onto the ankle. After applying pressure Joe leaps slightly into the air raising his foot before bringing i down, clamming onto Sean's ankle. The impact, adds even more damage to the foot and leg causing Sean to let out a terrible sounding scream of agony. Joe stands showing off a very, disgusting, sadistic, evil grin this time allowing Pierce to crawl and roll out of the ring.
"Big" Al:
Good God, did you see that! Joe just came down, stomping onto Sean's ankle. Pierce will have trouble standing after that one.
Colin:
Yes, very evil move. If we have time we'd like to roll the footage and get a replay. *Holds the headset). Do we have time, we do, yes.
The replay comes on for the viewers at home and in the arena and it shows Joe's big foot crashing down hard onto Pierce's right ankle. The replay shoves it from different angles all emphasizing on the thud, cracking sound of impact of the ankle.
"Big" Al:
Damn, I felt that one over here. Guess Joe wasn't kidding when he said he was gonna send people to the hospital!
Joe, stares over at the corner at Hayden who gets to his feet but with his chest planted in the turnbuckle padding. As, Hayden Hardkore turns around Joe charges at the corner and when Hardkore turns around Joe leaps up stepping on the bottom rope while raising his knee and driving it into Hayden's jaw. A "crack" is heard over the arena as Hayden's head jerks back awkwardly hitting the top turnbuckle padding before falling into Joe's knee. The Samoan Submission Machine drops down onto the canvas and presses Hayden with his shoulder into the corner preventing him from dropping down due to his now barely conscious state. Joe then with his body weight lifts Hayden up and onto the top turnbuckle before looking around surveying the arena. He sees Sean holding onto his ankle and the crowd barrier and at Metal Dragon who seems to be unconscious. With the scoping showing that the situation seems very favorable for Joe the Samoan Submission Machine begins pelting Hayden with right hands making sure he is just dazed enough to execute his most devastating maneuver. Instead of usually folding his opponent up while standing on the canvas, Joe takes it a step further and gets onto the middle rope looking to finish off Hayden, with an elevated variation of the Muscle Buster. Joe begins hooking Hayden's legs with his arm and tucks his head near Hayden's. As Joe tries to lift him, Hayden pulls a desperation type move opening his mouth and gnawing Joe's head with his teeth preventing him from lifting him up. Joe lets go and grabs his face and letting his guard up and Hayden opens his hand and placing his fingers together and using his palm drives it into Joe's throat executing a desperation Throat Thrust. Joe, quickly shakes it off and grabs Hayden by the head and forces his head forward. The two domes connect, the headbutt causing Hayden's head to jerk and give him another dazed state. Joe, not taking anymore time, goes for another Muscle Buster attempt, placing Hayden's head into the turnbuckle and grabbing onto his legs while placing his head next to his. As he tries and lifts Hayden up, a large "CRACK"is heard throughout the arena. The scene sees Metal Dragon, holding a chair and bringing back from Joe's back. The impact leaves a red mark in Joe's skin as he immediately stops and slowly falls off of Hayden.
With, the 280 pound freight train momentarily stopped in his tracks, Dragon tosses his chair away and walks over and under Joe while facing the corner. He grabs him by the legs and showing amazing body strength lifts Joe up onto his shoulder pulling him off the turnbuckle. Metal Dragon, roid rage type adrenaline moment begins to come to a realization as Dragon's legs begin wobbling. Suddenly, Hayden opens his eyes and stares at Dragon who is about to tip over, his feet giving out from under him, like a bridge with a bad foundation. Hayden stands up on the turnbuckle causing the fans who boo him to stand up eager to see what is about to happen. Hayden, then leaps from off of the turnbuckle right at the two and with his shoulderblade drives it into Joe's ribs while Metal Dragon falls backward on the mat. The Diving Spear, out of no-where gets the fans chanting: "Holy Shit" and "Fucking Awesome!"
Colin: (Out Standing, Screaming Out of His Seat)
Diving Spear! Hayden hits a Diving Spear! I haven't seen him use that in forever! First Dragon, stopped what could have been the must destructive Muscle Buster with that vicious and well time chair shot. He then lifted him, shockingly onto his shoulders and with the added elevation, Hayden just nailed Joe with the Diving Spear! Holy Shit Indeed!
Big Al:
Yes, lets take another look at that graceful move!
The replay comes up and shows three different angles of the Diving Spear. The last clip in slomo, shows Hayden's perfectly timed jump and the perfectly spotted shoulder blade into the ribs.
Very devastating indeed!
Joe holds his ribs as, Metal Dragon rolls off from under him towards the barbed wire ropes. Hayden himself rolls over and holds his head. Joe sits in the middle of the ring and then just like a snake slithering on its belly, Sean Pierce slips into the ring and crawls not trying to put any unnecessary pressure on his ankle and with MD and Hayden trying to recuperate attempts to steal the victory rolling over onto Joe and laying on his with his back hooking his leg with one arm and pressing down on his arm with the other.
Colin: (Enraged A Bit)
What the hell! You've got to be kidding me! Pierce is trying to steal the win. What a cheap move!
"Big" Al:
Sweet! Sean is very smart and opportunistic. After taking some damage, get yourself some distance and some energy and let everyone beat the hell out of each other and when they can't get up, win yourself the KOTDM Title. Ingenious!
The ref slides over and makes the count.
1!
2!
TBC in next post
(Thread was closed, so I could only get color in my posts.)
Al: "Well, folks, it's time for our main event! It's been a great night so far and we'd like to thank every one of our viewers here in Wembley Stadium and at home watching!"
Fuzz: "GIVE US MORE MONEY! RAWR!"
"Anyway, as I just said, it's time for the main event, the final match of the Hardcore Games! Let's take a look at some of the stuff these guys have been through!"
The lights in the arena go black as "HARDCORE GAMES 2008" is displayed in big red letters on the TitanTron upon a black background along with white noise, guitar strumming eventually following it to open up "Welcome To The Machine" by Pink Floyd, sending chills through everyone in the arena.
Welcome, my son.
Welcome to the machine.
"ROUND 1" is shown on the TitanTron before the camera switches to showing brief clips of each participant walking down the ramp. Gnarfflinger, Rhino, A Wray, Harold the Pretzel Man, Metal Dragon, Hayden HardKore, Bud Whiser, Sean Pierce, Dominik Santiago, Damien Kain, Black Acid, Rurouni, and Samoa Joe each get shown making a couple steps down the ramp before the TitanTron goes black for a moment before beginning to show a montage of spots from the H-Games.
Where have you been?
It's alright, we know where you've been.
A Wray gives Rhino a German Suplex onto a pile of broken glass. MD puts a thumbtack chair under his stomach and jumps off of the second rope onto Harold the Pretzel Man, who is bridged across two other tack chairs. Hayden gives a Power of the Southpaw to Bud Whiser that sends him to the mat and Bud is shown lying on the mat with blood spilling out of his face.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and scouting for boys.
Sean Pierce rubs the exposed inside of a lemon into Dominik's face. Damien Kain grabs Black Acid by the throat with both hands and throws him out of the ring where he lands in a pile of lightbulbs. Samoa Joe performs a forward flip in the air and lands back-first across Rurouni's stomach as a pane of glass breaks under him and the TitanTron fades to black once again and reads "Semi-Finals" for a few seconds.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool.
So welcome to the machine.
Hayden walks up the ramp toward the back as Bud Whiser looks on from the ring, then the screen switches to Metal Dragon flying off of the top turnbuckle with glass on the bottom of his left boot shoots out as a side kick hits Bud square in the face during the following Taipei Deathmatch.
As the middle part of the song begins, Samoa Joe gives Gnarfflinger a Muscle Buster through a pane of glass set up between the retaining wall and the edge of the ring.
Pierce is shown moving the blade on a pair of scissors back and forth across Kain's head for a few seconds as the screen fades to black one last time.
Welcome to the machine.
The song fades out before the next verse.
Welcome to the machine.
"ROUND 1" is shown on the TitanTron before the camera switches to showing brief clips of each participant walking down the ramp. Gnarfflinger, Rhino, A Wray, Harold the Pretzel Man, Metal Dragon, Hayden HardKore, Bud Whiser, Sean Pierce, Dominik Santiago, Damien Kain, Black Acid, Rurouni, and Samoa Joe each get shown making a couple steps down the ramp before the TitanTron goes black for a moment before beginning to show a montage of spots from the H-Games.
Where have you been?
It's alright, we know where you've been.
A Wray gives Rhino a German Suplex onto a pile of broken glass. MD puts a thumbtack chair under his stomach and jumps off of the second rope onto Harold the Pretzel Man, who is bridged across two other tack chairs. Hayden gives a Power of the Southpaw to Bud Whiser that sends him to the mat and Bud is shown lying on the mat with blood spilling out of his face.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and scouting for boys.
Sean Pierce rubs the exposed inside of a lemon into Dominik's face. Damien Kain grabs Black Acid by the throat with both hands and throws him out of the ring where he lands in a pile of lightbulbs. Samoa Joe performs a forward flip in the air and lands back-first across Rurouni's stomach as a pane of glass breaks under him and the TitanTron fades to black once again and reads "Semi-Finals" for a few seconds.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool.
So welcome to the machine.
Hayden walks up the ramp toward the back as Bud Whiser looks on from the ring, then the screen switches to Metal Dragon flying off of the top turnbuckle with glass on the bottom of his left boot shoots out as a side kick hits Bud square in the face during the following Taipei Deathmatch.
As the middle part of the song begins, Samoa Joe gives Gnarfflinger a Muscle Buster through a pane of glass set up between the retaining wall and the edge of the ring.
Pierce is shown moving the blade on a pair of scissors back and forth across Kain's head for a few seconds as the screen fades to black one last time.
Welcome to the machine.
The song fades out before the next verse.
The lights come back on as the camera pans over the ring, the apron removed to expose plenty of weapons underneath the ring, the ropes with barbed wire wrapped around them and lighttubes strung along them like some twisted Christmas decoration as Charlie Coors stands in the ring and the crowd quiets.
"Here we go! It's about to start!"
Coors: "The following is a Fatal 4-Way barbed wire, 200 LIGHTTUBE DEATHMATCH scheduled for one fall! The first man to score a pinfall or submission will be named the new King of the Deathmatch Champion!"
The crowd cheers for a moment before the lights in the arena dim and a heavy but simple riff is heard quietly for a couple seconds, then its volume increases along with the inclusion of a bass drum to open up "K.I.N.G." by Satyricon. A spotlight begins to shine on the entrance ramp as the lyrics begin.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
Beholding the might
In its dawn of grace
In its beauty and light
In its pride and glory
Rushing torrent, time and space
Elder lords, crack the soil
Gone or dead, you've never been
Kingdom come, hear the roar
Climbing down to rule the earth
Metal Dragon walks through the curtain wearing a plain black t-shirt and long black wrestling tights with black wrestling shoes with the Charging Glory Championship around his waist, lowering his head and raising his arms for a few seconds as he soaks in the atmosphere, the concept of the match, and the knowledge of the pain he is about to deliver and receive. MD lowers his arms after about five seconds and begins walking down the ramp.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
"Here comes the Charging Glory champ, and there's a big chance that he will walk out of here as the King of Deathmatches."
"He has a good shot at it, Al, but will the other three target him for that?"
That very question runs through Dragon's mind as he strategizes, not bringing his own weapons tonight as he knows that everything he needs is under the ring or strung along the ropes.
Upon high places
With their heads up high
With their lives at stake
With their blades at hand
Triumph come, beyond the gate
Giants rise from the pits
Worlds collide, chaos reign
Dawn of gold, age of gods
Climbing down to rule the earth
Coors: "Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the GHW Charging Glory Champion, Metal Dragon!"
MD reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands up and scans the audience, reading a few signs, a lot of anti-Stone Orchard ones but few specifically mentioning him.
Bloodshot eyes, metal skin
Serpent's tongue, dagger claws
Dragon wings, crooked horns
King
Dragon takes the Charging Glory belt off of his waist and hands it to a man standing ringside as the song slowly fades out upon the beginning of another verse and the crowd stops jeering to wait for the next man in the match to enter.
TBC
<Hayden HardKore>
Metal Dragon flexes his muscles, warming up slightly in the break before the next opponent makes his way out. As soon as the music hits through the massive PA system in Wembley Stadium, the crowd continues right on jeering, picking up where it left off when Metal Dragon entered. The all too familiar sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings had begun playing, the distorted guitar and bassline booming out of the speakers. The lights had instantly cut out to a blackout, save for a scattering of small searchlights that scitter around the capacity crowd in the stadium. All eyes are on the entrance stage as te trinatron flicks into Hayden HardKore's entrance video, showing his many exploits, betrayals and vicious beatings. One new addition to the video for the H-Games final is a segment showing Jackasses brutal battering of Bud Whiser, each hit on the video coming in time with the hits of the music.
Big Al:
"Well, what can you say about Hayden HardKore? The man with a silver spoon in his mouth. Hell's bells, he got to the final without even getting a finger layed on him! I sure as hell smell a rat."
"Fuzz" Jennings:
"His methods of getting to the final may not neccesarily be fair or reasonable, but you cannot discount the fact that the self proclaimed GHW Hall-of-Famer is in the final. He is a former King of The Deathmatch champion, he even defeated a damned Grizzly Bear to get the title!"
Big Al:
"Did he cheat his way through that match too? Hayden "I've-got-a-Golden-Ticket" HardKore... With his unpredictability, in a match where anything goes, HardKore is going to be dangerous allright. He's going to be one to watch."
The verse plays through until the words of the song begin, with no sign of Hayden HardKore. When he finally does burst into the arena, he does so to te deafening sound of tens of thousands of fans booing in unicen. He walks with a spring in his step, obviously showing off the fact that he is well rested and ready for the match. A cocky grin sits plastered on his face as he bounds along the entranceway. He wears black denim 3/4 ength pants with a studded belt, black custom "Jackass" Chuck Taylors and white tube socks. On his Torso he wears a Union Jack T-Shirt with the word "SUCKS" spraypainted across the front. As he walks past the camera, it pans around to follow him, showing the back of his t-shirt. Across the back of his t-shirt in bright orange lettering is the words "F**K Britain". As soon as the t-shirt is shown on the big screen, the arena erupts into a new found noise level. Te whole of Wembley Stadium stands as half-full beer bottles, empty food containers and other assorted items of rubbish are hurled at the Jackass. An almighty "Jackass is an ass..." chant begins around the arena, marching him toward the ring. Jackass stops when he reaches the top of the entrance ramp, rips te t-shirt off his chest and holds it high into the air, almost as if worshipping the shirt itself. He tosses it to the ground before proceeding through his usual ritual, drawing a line across the ramp with his left index finger. The line bursts into blue flames, which shoot down the entrance ramp and dissapear under the ring. Seconds later, following the same path as the small blue flames, a roar of white fire spreads down the ramp, engulfing the entire entrance ramp in a blinding white light. As Carlie Coors shields his eyes from the blinding fire, Hayden caps the aviator sunglasses that sit atop his head onto his face. With his cocky swagger, he steps off into the flames and is engulffed almost instantly.
Big Al: *shouting*
If you can hear me over the deafening noise these fans are making Fuzz, I think it is prettly clear that these fans do not like the Jackass.
"Fuzz" Jennngs: *also Shouting*
"Whatever gave you that idea Big Al? He ust ripped off their country, their livelyhoods, what do you expect. To more pressing matters anyway Al, how d you think this match is going to go. Hayden has not fought a decent match in three weeks. He is definately the most wel rested of the superstars out there, and looking at the way he is carrying himself, I'd say he is pretty confident."
Big Al:
"The man was born confident Fuzz. Never shy about saying, well, anything really. Hayden HardKOre is best not underestimated. He is good, he knows he is good and he will tell us till the cows cme home that he is good. End of story. The thing is, is he good enough to be the King of the Deathmatches again?"
"Fuzz" Jennings:
Wel the former champion definataely has the experience. Does he have the right combination tonight? Only time will tell."
Charlie Coors, standing in the ring, introduces the second callenger
Charlie Coors:
Introducing next... He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in tonigt at 211lbs. He is a sef-proclaimed GWH Hall-of-Famer. The Jackass... Hayden HardKore!
As the words of his name ring in the air, echoing around the arena, Hayden appears out the end of the fireball of white flames, running at full pace. He slides into the ring, hitting two or three of the lighttubes as he goes. They begin to sway from the impact as Hayden passes underneath them and underneath the barbed wire wrapped ropes. he slides onto one knee in the same fluid motion, stopping just afew feet shy of Metal Dragon, who stands his ground. Both men lok unrelenting, staring each other down in the early stages. The ref has to step in to seperate the two men, and they are directed to opposite turnbuckles. Hayden adjusts the tape on his hands and wrists before flipping off afew of the fans that were heckling him from ringside. He turns around again to face his opponent. Metal Dragon is looking back at him. Both men edge closer towards each other, fire in their eyes.
"Fuzz" Jennings:
"Looks like this migt be getting started pre-maturely here!"
Before either man could make another step, they are interupted by the PA system cranking into gear again, the song canging to mark the entering of a new challenger.
<Samoa Joe>
The boos that flooded the arena for Hayden Hardcore get intenser as Paper Cut by Linkin Park blasts all over the P.A. system. The tron shows a door with a gold star in the middle. In the middle of the text is a black stripe with "Samoa Joe" in white text. The door opens and Joe walks out eager and determined with his bloody towel around his neck. The Samoan Submission Machine, walks over to a janitor who just grabbed a Gatorade from the vending machine. Joe shoves the janitor and grabs his unopened bottle before heading up the hallway to the back. The act of injustice, and thievery leaves the crowd in a state of hatred and the "Joe Sucks" chants grow even louder. Joe walks into a corner and heads up the stairs making his way to the arena. The tron shuts off and prepares his entrance video.
Colin:
Joe is one guy who has no honor, respect or integrity for the business. I don't even think he has any self respect! No care for the fans, no care for what he's doing, all he's interested in is beating someone until they don't get up.
Big Al:
And that mentality has lead him to the final 4, the H-Game Finale. That mind frame has set him aside from the rest of the competition. If you putting money on this bout, It wouldn't be a stupid bet to place your wager on Joe. He's undefeated, uncaring and hellbent on sending people to the ER!
Colin:
I'm just saying, could it hurt to have the fans rally behind you. What good does it do you if no fans buy your merchandise because your have disrespected them and made it your intention to be one of the most hated human beings!
Big Al:
None of that nonsense matters to Joe, Fuzz. The reason the man has no remorse for his opponents, no care for the fans or no feelings is because he isn't human, the man is a Wrestling Machine!
Colin:
Well he better make sure all his gears and parts work properly because he's walking into a deathmatch, literally!
As the curtains begin shaking green smoke begins building from the bottom and rising on the stage while two green lights form an "X" on the stage platform. The words "Joe's Gonna Kill You" appear in red text in the middle of the tron. The words begin enlarging until they overlap, completely covering the tron. The words disappear and a movie type, green countdown starting with 5 appears. The countdown goes by fast 5-4-3-2-1! Suddenly "Joe is Here" appears in white text followed by his career highlights. Finally, emerging from behind the curtains to the tune of boos and Linkin Park music is Samoa Joe.
Joe stands at tall and still at the top of the ramp and looks directly to the ring with his cold, eyes barely is even blinking. The Samoan Submission Machine adjusts the bloody towel so that it is comfortable around his neck and scratches his neck. He then wipes his nose with his right hand, adjusts his tights and confidently makes his way down to the ring.
Charlie Coors:
Introducing Next, Making His Way to the ring residing in the "Isle of Samoa" standing at a towering 6 foot 2, tipping the scales this morning at 280 pounds. Ladies and Gentlemen the undefeated, Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe!
Joe stops his strut midway at the ramp and looks at some fans in the front row. He reads a sign that says:"Joe Is A Fat Hoe"! His face shows the same focused, dark expression and he simply turns his head back down to the ring while fans continue to boo him. The Samoan Submission Machine, stops at admires the barbaric structure he will soon come to love or hate. He touches the barbed wire with his finger tips before sliding under the ropes.
Joe removes his towel from around his neck and extends it by its ends and waves it at Metal Dragon and Hayden. He drops one hand and points at the dry bloody spots on the towel before pointing at them expressing that they will share the same fate. When the taunting ceases, Joe drops the towel over to a ring attendant who looks down on it with disgust. Joe looks back at his opponents, first Metal Dragon who returns the stare. Joe then looks at Hayden who has a mixture of a confident, cocky smirk on his face, with his hands in his pockets. Joe wipes something off the side of his lip and switches glances back, moving from Metal Dragon to Hayden and back again and back again, so on and so fourth.
Colin:
Joe making it clear early that he has no intentions to make this a very fun experience for Hayden and Metal Dragon. I'd heed his warning if I were them!
Big Al:
If you were them you'd piss in your pants and shit yourself. Metal Dragon and Hayden have been in this industry for a minute now, Hayden a long minute and they've tangoed with the best of them. They don't care if that towel is soaking and dripping in someone's blood. Those two won't be intimidated and if you don't respect them for how they go about their business in the ring and outside, you have to respect that!
Colin:
Indeed, but still, you can cut this tension with a knife. And I still wouldn't want to be in the same ring with a sadistic, 280 pound behemoth. Thats scary!
Big Al:
I wouldn't want to be in the ring with the definition of hardcore, the Charging Glory Champ Metal Dragon, or the hardcore, unpredictable Jackass.
Joe prepares stretching, making sure his joints are loose enough. He begins cracking his knuckles and his cracking end on his right hand. He shakes both his hands out and bobbles his head a bit making that loose. When his prematch warm ups are down he just stands awaiting his opponent, but not taking his eyes off of the ones in the ring.
-TBC-
<Sean Pierce>
(You guys can start the match as is, Sean will have to enter when he can. Don't worry I'll mark him down if he takes too long. Good luck!)
<Metal Dragon>
The three competitors look at each other and circle the ring for a moment before MD sidles up to Joe and begins whispering in his ear while glancing at Hayden, making it look like the two are plotting something. The Jackass walks toward the two other men before MD suddenly jumps behind Joe and tucks his left arm under the large Samoan's neck while placing his right hand behind his head to apply a Sleeper Hold, Dragon then nodding to Hayden as Hayden walks over to them and begins laying jab after jab to Joe's midsection as his belly fat jiggles with each impact. Joe simultaneously tries to kick Hayden away and claw MD's arms off of him before simply planting his feet in the mat momentarily and exploding backward to slam the Charging Glory Champ's back into the lighttubes, breaking on impact as MD releases the hold to move his hands to his afflicted back and roll out of the ring, then Hayden quickly runs toward the stumbling heavyweight standing in front of him and jumps while sticking both feet out to deliver a Dropkick to Joe's chest that sends him reeling back to the ropes. The confused referee finally signals for the bell to prematurely begin the match before Sean Pierce can even show up.
Fuzz: "Well, they're not waiting for Pierce, which just puts Sean at an advantage."
Al: "And I wasn't about to wait for the action! I just got a text message that says that the guy isn't even ready!"
Hayden rolls away from Joe and gets to his feet only to see that the bigger man has ripped one of the lighttubes off of the ropes and is not swinging it straight at his face, the tube shattering on the forehead of the former King of Deathmatches before he can put his hands up to block it. Joe immediately grabs Hayden's hair and left arm and turns around to sling him into a set of lighttubes hanging next to the previously-smashed ones, HardKore's head and shoulders slamming through them as the crowd cheers. Dragon slides back into the ring, the only man not bleeding due to the fact that he's wearing a now-tattered shirt, and gets up to immediately receive a flurry of punches as Joe pulls MD's shirt over his head to blind him. Metal's only resort is to flail his arms until blindly low-blowing Samoa Joe, a rush of pain going through the heavyweight's legs and midsection momentarily before he sucks it up and puts the doubled-over MD's head between his legs then lifts him up by the midsection and falls forward to perform a Facebuster that slams the whole front of Dragon's body into the canvas. MD lies prone for a moment as his shirt is then removed by Joe and thrown to the side, the Samoan Submission Machine then pulling Dragon up by the hair only for MD to suddenly put his hands on top of Joe's head and drop to his knees to make Joe's jaw clack against MD's cranium. Samoa Joe falls backwards to the mat as MD gets up to see that Hayden has recovered as well, HardKore quickly delivering jabs to MD's torso like he did to Joe earlier but MD blocks one and delivers a straight left to the face of his own that knocks Hayden back. Dragon cracks his knuckles and approaches Hayden only for the slightly lighter man to quickly slide forward and trap MD's legs between his own before pushing him forward with a Drop Toe Hold that makes Metal's chest land on the top rope, barbed wire cutting into MD's flesh as he screams in pain.
Hayden turns around to see that Joe has now gotten to his feet and the Samoan grins before motioning to Hayden to move to the side, Hayden obliging as Joe runs behind MD and jumps to splash on his back and drive the barbed wire even farther into his chest and underarms as he lets out a gasp before Joe bounces off of him to make Dragon rebound off of the ropes and land back-first on the mat with a thud as the fans cringe. Hayden grabs a lighttube from the ropes as Joe begins to get up and do the same, the two men then standing off with their own tube in hand as the downed Charging Glory Champ lies in between them. The two standing competitors move toward the center of the ring away from MD before Hayden horizontally swings his lighttube only for Joe to duck and immediately rise and smash his on Hayden's head, the Samoan then snatching the Jackass's lighttube and turning him around by the arm. Joe then turns around as well and reaches behind Hayden with his lighttube before gripping it with both hands across HardKore's neck and sitting down to drive the back of Hayden's neck into Joe's shoulder while the lighttube breaks across his throat, the New Zealand native falling down and clutching his neck as he gasps in agony. Joe crawls over to the still-downed Metal Dragon and covers him. 1... MD kicks out and pokes Joe in both eyes as he rises off of him, then rolls out of the ring and ducks down to survey the content's of the ring's underside.
"Now he's going for the weapons under the ring! It's about to get really nasty, folks!"
"As if lighttubes and barbed wire couldn't tear a man apart well enough!"
Dragon rummages through the weapon stash before settling on a bar of soap with a rope wrapped around it just as Joe slides out of the ring to confront him, MD delivering a kick to Joe's stomach to bend him over before holding his head down with his free right hand and performing a circular motion with his left arm to swing the soap-on-a-rope and make it connect with the Samoan's upper back. Joe drops to all fours as the spot of impact turns red with a welt and the merciless Dragon powerfully swings the cheap weapon around again where it hits him around the same spot. MD cockily kicks the weakened man in front of him as he still holds the soap-on-a-rope, leaving it dangling too long as Joe quickly grabs it and yanks it down as MD is jerked down with it. This puts Dragon's arm in Joe's reach as he then swiftly grasps it and turns to the left before reaching his other arm behind MD's head to load the lighter man onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then Joe turns toward the ring with his back to the crowd as he prepares to deliver a Samoan Drop only to see that Hayden has recovered as the Jackass grabs two bare spots of rope and vaults at Samoa Joe with his arms and legs sprawled out, splashing Joe and sending him to the floor as MD is dropped as well and crushed under the weight of both men.
"HAYDEN JUST KILLED JOE AND METAL DRAGON! We've gotta see that one more time! Holy crap!"
"All three of them are out cold on the arena floor, and you'd better believe that Dragon took the worst of that as he was given a Samoan Drop and mashed under about 500 pounds of weight."
*watching the instant replay* "They're not getting up yet! I'm gonna replay it again!"
A "Holy shit!" chant echoes through the venue as Hayden turns around on the floor to face the ring, pilfering for a few seconds before he pulls out his signature Ball'n'Chain, then gets up and grabs the soap-on-a-rope from the floor and looks at the two weapons side-by-side. The Jackass moves both weapons up and down as if his hands are a scale for a moment before choosing the Ball'n'Chain and tossing the antibacterial weapon into the crowd. Joe slowly gets up as Hayden positions himself behind the heavyweight before placing the ball on his back and wrapping the chain around the front of his neck and pulling back on it with his left hand to choke Joe with it for a few seconds, the Samoan reacting by throwing his leg backwards to kick Hayden in the groin as the Ball'n'Chain violently thumps to the floor between them and Joe quickly wraps his arm around HardKore's head to make him roll forward with a Snapmare takedown. Metal Dragon slowly pulls himself up on the barricade, almost to his feet after the last altercation between his two opponents gave him time to recover, and grabs Joe's arm to turn him around before kicking him in the stomach only for Joe to quickly react with a punch to MD's stomach. Samoa Joe grabs MD by the hair and waist and tosses him under the bottom rope and into the ring before sliding in himself. MD and Joe get to their feet with Hayden slowly getting up outside the ring and the two men in the squared circle begin trading punches for a moment before Joe grabs MD's arm and tries to irish whip him to the far ropes but Dragon plants his feet and grabs Joe's head before slamming his forehead into the Samoan's with force. Joe stumbles from the headbutt while Hayden slides into the ring and the two face each other for a second, then look at Joe in front of them and they both shove Joe back toward the ropes on the side of the ring that the entrance ramp is on before the two lighter men run toward him and jump at the same time while sticking their legs out to do a Double Dropkick to Joe's chest that sends him crashing back-first into the lighttubes. Hayden and MD grab Joe's arms and pull him away from the ropes as if they plan to whip him to the far ones, but the Samoan shoves them off of him before sticking both of his arms out to the side and charging forward to clothesline both of his adversaries to the mat.
Joe walks to the center of the ring and turns around as both smaller men slowly get to their feet and he begins to take a step, when suddenly the main riff of "Sad But True" by Metallica hits the PA and the crowd comes unglued as Sean Pierce runs down the entrance ramp in his standard ring attire with a kendo stick in hand and slides into the ring. Hayden and MD both step forward but Sean kicks Hayden and then Dragon both in the stomach before dropping his kendo stick in front of himself and tucking the middleweights' heads under each of his arms and falling backwards to deliver a DDT to both of them. Pierce grabs his kendo stick and gets up as Joe approaches him only to be shoved back and given an affirmative middle finger. Samoa Joe steps forward and sticks his arm out to throw a clothesline but Pierce ducks and quickly rises to lift his kendo stick overhead and crack it onto Joe's forehead as Joe turns around, sending the Samoan to the mat as Sean spikes the kendo stick on the canvas and lifts both of his middle fingers to give a display of them to his three downed opponents as the fans cheer.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!"
"Me neither! That bastard waited until his opponents were weakened to show up in the match! They shouldn't even be allowing him to join!"
"The crowd would disagree, Al!"
"Screw the crowd! Screw what they say! This son of a bitch just pissed three men off and he's about to get what he deserves!"
TBC
(OOC: Matt let me make Pierce enter, since I need all three of you guys to do a little spot I had planned.)
<Hayden>
Sean flaps around the ring, vamping the crowd up by his display of
"affection" towards the other men. The crowd stand to attention, having finally got somebody got somebody to cheer for. A "Pierce... Peirce..." chant begins to scatter around the arena as the crowd begin to see the match take shape.
Big Al:
Some strategy, the sly son of a bitch. This kid is hardcore Fuzz and this match pays right into his zone. Call it the dark horse, but perhaps the newest of GHW's superstars could walk out of tonight a champion. Doesn't that just make you sick?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well Three out of these Four men deserve to be here. And he is one of them. Peirce, Samoa Joe and Metal Dragon have proven throughout the H-Games to be tough enough competitors to be a great champion. This is Peirces element, he loves to see light-tubes smashed over his opponents bodies.
Hell, he even has the crowd behind him tonight. They may not like who he is, but they damn sure like what he brings to the table, and tey damn sure like him a lot better than the other three assholes in the ring.
Big Al:
Thats just the thing Fuzz. Are the crowd genuinely behind the guy, or are they just cheering for him because they hate the others more?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Does it matter Al? Really... Do you think he cares, as long as they are calling his name?
With a grimace on his face, like a look of mental anguish, Peirce turns his attention back to his three opponents, but his showboating had cost him. Metal Dragon, who had falen in a less awkward position and gotten off slightly better than Hayden during Peirce's Double DDT had scrambled over to his discarded Kendo stick and had just layed a hand on it when Sean shot him a glance, noticing his movement. Sean grunts in disapproval, but his efforts were in vain as Metal Dragon whips the stick around with expert precision and slams it into Peirce's ribcage, a smile drawing across his face as Peirce hops and howls around the ring in pain from the shot, a large red wet beginning to form. Metal Dragon scrambles quickly to his feet, jumping over the heavily breathing body of Sama Joe as he swings the Kendo stick again to Sean, catching him square on the back. Peirce falls forward into the ropes, balancing dangerously on the lighttubes as he cuts the flesh on his hands and arms on the barbed wire ropes.
Metal dragon tries to run at Sean, but has his ankle grabbed by Samoa Joe, who trips him to the ground, the Kendo stick skidding from Dragon's grasp and sliding on out of the ring. Samoa Joe, his face red from the earlier strike, Metal Dragon claws back to his hands and knees as Samoa Joe moves over to him, back to a vertical base before metal dragon had know what was going on. Samoa Joe brings his clenched fist into his chest, sticking his elbow out like a chicken wing and runs toward Metal Dragon, who is in the process of standing up and swings a hard elbow to the back of Metal Dragon, reminisent of an Enzu Elbow smash. The elbow sends Metal Dragon out to dream street and he fals forward onto the mat once more as the crowd begin to boo oudly once again.
Big Al:
A heavy elbow smash by Samoa Joe takes the dangerous Metal Dragon out of the way for the moment. Fuzz, Samoa Joe is obviously still feeling the effects of that kendo stick to the face, but fighting thriough that pain, is that what ists going to take to come out on top tonight?
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Of course it is, are you kidding me?
none of these men here tonight are going to be functioning at full capactity. The match will go down to heart, hunger and who has the biggest tolerance to pain. Fighting through pain Al, thats the name of the game.
As Samoa Joe readies himself, Sean Pierce unwinds himself from the barbed wire, trying not to rip the flesh off his wrists in the process. He frees his left arm , then his right, just as Samoa Joe hurtles towards him. Peirce had been sitting on the second rope throughout the ordeal, and was just standing to his feet as Samoa Joe reaches him, a head of steam up puffing like a steamtrain. He Hits Peirce with his full momentum, connecting with a strong Ole Kick that sneds Sean smashing into as many light-tubes as his body could cover.
Shards of glass fall out over the floor and stick into Peirce's back as he is driven backwards into the ropes with heavy force and he is once again tangled in the barbed wire, howling in pain as he feels the barbs from the barbed wire tearing at flesh on his back tenderised by the breaking of eight or nine lightubes. A mixture of glass shards and wire barbs cut his back to ribbons, and hi own blood starts to drip down his back slowly and onto the broken pieces of glass that litter the side of the ring directly under him. His body goes weak and he begins to fall to the ground, but is held up by the barbed wire ropes, tugging at his back. Peirce hollers from the pain as the crowd gasp colectively, a gaggle of Samoa Joe's fans letting out a smal, but clearly heard cry of "Ole!" Samoa Joe smiles at the call as he pulls himself away from the trainwreck of glass and blood, turning back towards the center of the ring, back toward Metal Dragon and Hayden HardKore.
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Good god! Peirce was playing with fire the longer he stayed trapped in tose ropes, but he just got burned in a big way!
Big Al:
He only got what he deserved Fuzz. Call it Karma kicking his ass for conveniently being delayed earlier. Now he has some battle wounds to write home about.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
This is not a battle tonight Al, this is a war. Only one man will win this epic war, the other three will go home crying to mama. This is just getting started. We have had the first shots fired!
Hayden HardKore, who had been shaking off the effects of the DDT, dazedly opens his eyes to look around, getting abearing of his surroundings and sees the larger figure of Samoa Joe looming towards him. Rolling sideways away from the figure, he buys himself some time to stand up, but uses the rope as a brace, cutting his hand on one of the barbs in the process. A slightly seepish look on his face for forgetting his surroundings, Hayden squares off with the much bigger Samoa Joe. Joe looks bemused with the difference in size, but his cocky smile is wiped off his face as Hayden dahses towards him looking for a clothesline with his left arm. Samoa Joe ducks under the clothesline and braces himself for a rebouding attack, but Hayden will not make the mistake twice, remembering the barbs that surround the ring and kicks out with his right leg in a mule kick as soon as Joe passes under his arm.
The kick cathces Joe by suprise, Jackasses custom Chuck Taylor boot hitting him right on the chin. Joe staggers back, dangerously close to the treacherous ring ropes, but manages to gain his composure before falling into them.
Big Al:
Teetering, teetering. Come on damn it, fall into the ropes Joe!
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Staying away from those damned ropes are about the smartest move any of these man can make in this match. Good for Samoa Joe to be able to sense his surroundings.
Big Al:
And the veteran skils of the Jackass coming into play there too. He knew he wouldn't be able to come back at Joe from the ropes on the other side of the ring, so BAM! He hit him with a good ol' Mule kick. Hayden's not about to make the same mistake twice in a row!
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well, we all saw him cut his hand on the barbed wire as he stood up, and like you said Al... A veteran wil learn from his mistakes. That is how Hayden HardKore is still a the top of this business. Hell... That is how HardKore is still alive!
Hayden spies an object lying on the ground afew feet away from him, glinting in the lights of the arena. It catces his eye, and when he turns his head to see what the object is, his face lights up, like a parent who has just been re-united with a lost child, HAyden sees his Ball'N'Chain and dashes over to it, picking it up by the chain. Helets the chain slip through his fingers, lovingly, watching as the long stainless steel links flow through his hands and back toards the mat. He stops the chain from falling completely and wraps his hand around the chain twice, so that it wil not be able to be wrenched from his grasp. He bends down to pick the black steel ball up from the mat and looks it over with his eyes, the blood of its past victims still staining the metal. The memories flood back into his head, the first match he used is toy... The first time it knocked somebody unconscious. The same match that he won the King Of the Deathmatch Title for the first time. He looks over the stains of blood on the cold steel, remembering the countless victims his toy had taken. The savage beatings, the broken bones, the cries for mercy, and he smiles. His smile is as sweert as a lovers smile, as calm and collected as the smile a mother greets her children with when they come home from school. Softly he caresses the Ball'N'Chain in his fingers, before letting the ball drop down, dangling in the air halfway down his side. His trip down memory lane is cut abruptly short as Samoa Joe hits him side on, nothing flashy but a well times shoulder drive that sends Hayden sprawling to the mat, a crack following as the shoulder is driven into Hayden's ribs.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
What the hell was that?!
Hayden had the perfect chance to strike, but he did not. He just stood there like a bumbling idion.
Big Al:
He looked like he was checking out his Ball'N'Chain there... Kinda creepy if you ask me. It looks so natural hanging from his hands.
Colin "Fuzz" Jennings:
Well whatever he was doing, it may have cost him dearly. Samoa Joe is a one man wrecking ball, and he will stop at nothing, nothing... Until he gets his hands on that title.
As if an answer to prayer, Samoa JOes attention is drawn sideways by a voice calling out
"F**K You!"
Metal Dragon had gotten himself back to his feet, unbeknown to the others in the ring, and was swinging a fist that caught Samoa Joe directly on the nose as he turned around. As a smal trickle of blood flows from Joe's nose, Metal Dragon rubs the back of his head, where Samoa Joe had hit the elbow earlier, a pissed off look stamped on his face. He follows up with his pattented Dragon Rush to a stunned Joe, hitting him first with a Front kick to stomach, followed by a round and hook kick to head. After he kcick Joe in the head, he sidesteps, before landing the finishing blow to the combo, an Axe Kick to back of head that knocks Samoa Joe down a peg or two. Joe stumbles forward for two steps before crashing to the mat, face first, not even his arms going out to break the fall.
Colin "fuzz" Jennings:
Dragon Rush! And just like that, Metal Dragon turns the entire match on its head.
Big Al:
Samoa Joe was really on a roll, but metal Dragon really put a stop to that! Question is now, who is going to stop him?
As if answering Al's question, Hayden had reached out towards Metal Dragon, with the chain still wrapped around his left hand. As quick as a lightning strike, he wraps the chain around Metal Dragon's ankles, pulling it tight to wrap Dragon's two legs together. Drago looks down just in time to see Hayden smile up at him, twisting his own wrist uncomfortably to take Metal Dragon to the mat. As he falls, Hayden releases one side of the chain, freeing the bal to swing as he scammers to his feet. Now pissed off at being triped twice within the short space of the match so far, Metal Dragon slas his fist onto the canvas in frustration as Hayden swings the Ball'N'Chain in his direction...
TBC Metal Dragon
<Joe>
The Ball-N-Chain causes a gust in the arena as it goes over Metal Dragon's head due to him ducking. Dragon, kicks Hayden in the gut causing the Ball-N-Chain to slam onto the canvas. Dragon follows up lifting his leg while turning in a semicircular motion, and with his foot, strikes him straight in his temple. Hayden stumbles a bit only allowing Metal Dragon to lift his leg once again, bending his leg before fully extending his knee striking Hayden in his head with his foot. The Jackass bends down dazed and seeing starts while Metal Dragon side steps before jumping into the air and brings his leg down driving it over the top of Hayden's head causing him to drop to the ground, face laying next to his weapon, the Ball-N-Chain.
"Big" Al:
Ouch, "Dragon Rush" very deadly combination. Hayden won't be getting up from that!
Colin:
Front Kick straight to the midsection, round and hook kicks to the dome, sidestep and Axe Kick finish. Very beautiful combination.
"Big" Al:
First came Samoa Joe and now comes Hayden. Metal Dragon, our Charging Glory Champion, is undoubtedly in control.
Metal Dragon takes a deep breath and crouches staring over at Hayden who holds his head. The Charging Glory champ does not go for the pin instead he drops down and rolls out of the ring and again surveys under the ring. Dragon pulls out to chairs and throws the both over the top of the ring before rolling back in himself.
Dragon quickly makes his intentions felt grabbing one of two steel chairs and placing it under Hayden's head. He then picks up the other chair and stands over the Jackass while grinning and raising the chair into the air. Before Metal Dragon can bring the chair down and shatter every living brain cell in Hayden's head, his chair his grabbed and yanked and he turns around only to be grabbed by one hand across the throat by the 6'7, 285 pound 22 year old Sean Pierce. Sean lifts Metal Dragon into the air while grabbing onto his hip with his free hand before slamming him into the canvas while also falling into a seated position. The Sit-Out-Chokeslam inadvertently saves Hayden's career and puts Metal Dragon out of commission for the time being.
Colin:
Devastating Sit-Out-Chokeslam by Sean Pierce. Metal Dragon may have been attempting one of those god damn con-chair-tos!
"Big" Al:
And I for one, would have enjoyed seeing Metal Dragon scramble Hayden's brains with those chairs. but no, Sean had to go and screw everyone's fun up. Bastard!
Sean collapses onto Metal Dragon who repeatedly blinks looking up at the ceiling with his shoulders pinned down to the mat. Sean gets one arm over his chest and the referee drops down to the mat to make the count.
Colin:
Here's the cover, we may have our new King Of Deathmatch Champion right here!
1!
2!
Just as the referee comes down to make the final count and call for the bell, out of no where the 280 pound Samoan Submission Machine comes across everyone's screen and comes from over top of Sean and lands on his back while driving his elbow in his head. Joe rolls off of Sean as Pierce himself crawls off of Metal Dragon, holding his dome wincing in pain from the "Samoan Elbow". Hayden finally starts to stir and rolls off of the chair towards the ropes as Joe, gets on the attack.
He grabs Sean by the leg and drags him over towards the barbed wire ropes and lighttubes. Joe raises the leg up and looks at Sean who begins shaking his head left and right screaming "No!". Joe, the sadistic bastard pays no attention to Sean pleads and places the leg onto the barbed wire. The Samoan Submission Machine the grabs onto a hanging lighttube for leverage and places his big foot down onto Peirce's leg and using his body weight pushes down forcing Pierce's leg to grind and ultimately get cut up by the barbed wire hoping to immobilize the tallest competitor. The fans in the arena begin to cringe in fear of the sight as Sean himself puts on an ugly, distorted face. After a few seconds of agonizing torture, the pain dies down due to Joe releasing his leg from "Beartrap" type predicament. Sean to build himself some distance, crawling away only for Joe to come after him grabbing his what could be injured leg once again. Joe lays the leg on the ground and places his foot onto the ankle. After applying pressure Joe leaps slightly into the air raising his foot before bringing i down, clamming onto Sean's ankle. The impact, adds even more damage to the foot and leg causing Sean to let out a terrible sounding scream of agony. Joe stands showing off a very, disgusting, sadistic, evil grin this time allowing Pierce to crawl and roll out of the ring.
"Big" Al:
Good God, did you see that! Joe just came down, stomping onto Sean's ankle. Pierce will have trouble standing after that one.
Colin:
Yes, very evil move. If we have time we'd like to roll the footage and get a replay. *Holds the headset). Do we have time, we do, yes.
The replay comes on for the viewers at home and in the arena and it shows Joe's big foot crashing down hard onto Pierce's right ankle. The replay shoves it from different angles all emphasizing on the thud, cracking sound of impact of the ankle.
"Big" Al:
Damn, I felt that one over here. Guess Joe wasn't kidding when he said he was gonna send people to the hospital!
Joe, stares over at the corner at Hayden who gets to his feet but with his chest planted in the turnbuckle padding. As, Hayden Hardkore turns around Joe charges at the corner and when Hardkore turns around Joe leaps up stepping on the bottom rope while raising his knee and driving it into Hayden's jaw. A "crack" is heard over the arena as Hayden's head jerks back awkwardly hitting the top turnbuckle padding before falling into Joe's knee. The Samoan Submission Machine drops down onto the canvas and presses Hayden with his shoulder into the corner preventing him from dropping down due to his now barely conscious state. Joe then with his body weight lifts Hayden up and onto the top turnbuckle before looking around surveying the arena. He sees Sean holding onto his ankle and the crowd barrier and at Metal Dragon who seems to be unconscious. With the scoping showing that the situation seems very favorable for Joe the Samoan Submission Machine begins pelting Hayden with right hands making sure he is just dazed enough to execute his most devastating maneuver. Instead of usually folding his opponent up while standing on the canvas, Joe takes it a step further and gets onto the middle rope looking to finish off Hayden, with an elevated variation of the Muscle Buster. Joe begins hooking Hayden's legs with his arm and tucks his head near Hayden's. As Joe tries to lift him, Hayden pulls a desperation type move opening his mouth and gnawing Joe's head with his teeth preventing him from lifting him up. Joe lets go and grabs his face and letting his guard up and Hayden opens his hand and placing his fingers together and using his palm drives it into Joe's throat executing a desperation Throat Thrust. Joe, quickly shakes it off and grabs Hayden by the head and forces his head forward. The two domes connect, the headbutt causing Hayden's head to jerk and give him another dazed state. Joe, not taking anymore time, goes for another Muscle Buster attempt, placing Hayden's head into the turnbuckle and grabbing onto his legs while placing his head next to his. As he tries and lifts Hayden up, a large "CRACK"is heard throughout the arena. The scene sees Metal Dragon, holding a chair and bringing back from Joe's back. The impact leaves a red mark in Joe's skin as he immediately stops and slowly falls off of Hayden.
With, the 280 pound freight train momentarily stopped in his tracks, Dragon tosses his chair away and walks over and under Joe while facing the corner. He grabs him by the legs and showing amazing body strength lifts Joe up onto his shoulder pulling him off the turnbuckle. Metal Dragon, roid rage type adrenaline moment begins to come to a realization as Dragon's legs begin wobbling. Suddenly, Hayden opens his eyes and stares at Dragon who is about to tip over, his feet giving out from under him, like a bridge with a bad foundation. Hayden stands up on the turnbuckle causing the fans who boo him to stand up eager to see what is about to happen. Hayden, then leaps from off of the turnbuckle right at the two and with his shoulderblade drives it into Joe's ribs while Metal Dragon falls backward on the mat. The Diving Spear, out of no-where gets the fans chanting: "Holy Shit" and "Fucking Awesome!"
Colin: (Out Standing, Screaming Out of His Seat)
Diving Spear! Hayden hits a Diving Spear! I haven't seen him use that in forever! First Dragon, stopped what could have been the must destructive Muscle Buster with that vicious and well time chair shot. He then lifted him, shockingly onto his shoulders and with the added elevation, Hayden just nailed Joe with the Diving Spear! Holy Shit Indeed!
Big Al:
Yes, lets take another look at that graceful move!
The replay comes up and shows three different angles of the Diving Spear. The last clip in slomo, shows Hayden's perfectly timed jump and the perfectly spotted shoulder blade into the ribs.
Very devastating indeed!
Joe holds his ribs as, Metal Dragon rolls off from under him towards the barbed wire ropes. Hayden himself rolls over and holds his head. Joe sits in the middle of the ring and then just like a snake slithering on its belly, Sean Pierce slips into the ring and crawls not trying to put any unnecessary pressure on his ankle and with MD and Hayden trying to recuperate attempts to steal the victory rolling over onto Joe and laying on his with his back hooking his leg with one arm and pressing down on his arm with the other.
Colin: (Enraged A Bit)
What the hell! You've got to be kidding me! Pierce is trying to steal the win. What a cheap move!
"Big" Al:
Sweet! Sean is very smart and opportunistic. After taking some damage, get yourself some distance and some energy and let everyone beat the hell out of each other and when they can't get up, win yourself the KOTDM Title. Ingenious!
The ref slides over and makes the count.
1!
2!
TBC in next post
(Thread was closed, so I could only get color in my posts.)