TV Title- Dictators Rules Match

[M BISON]

The tie-up moves into the center of the ring and TNT throws a quick knee to the gut of Winthorp, then hooks his arms. Tayler turns around, the Italian Goth now back-to-back with him and suspended in a crucifix-like position as TNT lunges forward. Winthorp is the victim of a Back Slide that pins him to the mat as the referee counts and the other two men in the match try to regain their bearings outside the ring, having rolled out earlier.

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3! The bell rings as TNT hops up, the other three competitors trying to stay calm and hide their worry. Lizzie announces the victor of the last fall as she approaches the ring to let Thomas make his call.

"The winner of this fall is Tayler Nathan Thomas!"

The current dictator is tossed the microphone, and he deftly catches it before lifting it to his lips.

"Hmm... Ryan Hughes, get out of here."

The crowd boos the elimination of their beloved Mancunian brawler, the victim of the newest elimination staring in disbelief before the referee goes to escort him away from the ring. Hughes obliges, still showing sportsmanship but not letting his eyes off of TNT as he leaves the ring area.

(OOC: Had to be the dictator for this one since it's been 10 hours, TNT didn't finish his post, and I needed to do an elimination tonight, so I picked the least active out of the guys remaining. Winthorp Darkrites wins the next fall; match will end on Wednesday morning/afternoon in the USA.)

[Winthorp Darkrites]

With The Batman eliminated from the match, the atmosphere and tension becomes more tense by the second. The fears of the last three competitors continue to boil away within each other's mindset. TNT remains the only person standing within the ring, standing over his nemesis in which he just previously pinned to claim dictatorship in the ring, however, Taylor's eyes only rest upon one person in the match and that person is James Daniels. TNT immediately moves towards the ropes and rolls under, Daniels, who backs away almost instantly mainly because he hasn't fully recuperated after the beatdown during the match. TNT chases after the escaping Desperado and launches himself at him while he rests upon the guard barrier, but the ever-so-ready Daniels manages to move himself out of the path of TNT's attack just in the nick of time, whereas TNT is unable to stop himself and hits the barrier with full force, forcing oxygen to expel itself from his lungs as he hits the padded surface covering the concrete underneath, the crowd cheer shortly after. Desperado eyes his now-fallen prey and takes in a deep breath, he moves in towards the body of Taylor Nathan Thomas and tugs on his arms, pulling the Explosive One back up to his feet. Daniels drags TNT over to the side of the ring and takes a hold of his head, pulling back hard and then forcing Thomas' face onto the canvas, his head simply bouncing off of it after making full contact. Daniels pulls back for yet another strike, but is stopped by TNT, who holds his arms up in an effort to stop the attack, but a disgruntled Desperado simply elbows him in the side of the face, TNT stumbling on his feet but finding solace on the announcers table moments later.

James Daniels walks up to the resting TNT and kicks him in the abdominal region, Daniels wraps an arm around the neck of his stunned opponent and quickly brings both himself and TNT down onto the floor, driving Taylor's head into the padded concrete in the process, the force of the blow sending a wave of shock down the spine of the hapless victim. Daniels gets back up to his feet and poses for the crowd, who boo almost instantly, although it is ignored by The Desperado who keeps his pose up. The fans begin to toss various items at Daniels, mostly food wrappers and empty soda cans, all missing him in the process.

Jimmy Pate
"The fans aren't showing much love for James Daniels at all, who seems to be the dominant superstar at this moment. I mean, they're throwing things at him for god sake."

Ray White
"These people can all go to hell! Leave my Despy alone you horrible, horrible people!"

Daniels steps over his fallen opponent and towards the ring, but his attempt to enter the ring is met by two boots to the head thanks to Winthorp Darkrites, who slid to hit a baseball slide on Daniels, who steps back and hits the announcers table, Ray White getting up in rage and cursing at Winthorp, but The Goth merely raises a hand and flips the middle finger, Jimmy Pate laughs almost instantly as Ray sits back down, red in the face in anger. Winthorp approaches Daniels and strikes him with a forearm to the chest, Daniels grunts in pain and holds his arms up to cover his chest but his attempt to defend himself is met with a palm to the face, forcing Daniels head onto the surface of the table which only infuriates Ray White even more, although the undisturbed Darkrites doesn't appear to take notice of White anymore, who simply remains in his seat and glaring at The Italian Goth.

Darkrites grips the arm of Daniels and whips him towards the ring, Daniels using his instinct, carefully slides into the ring and moves forward in an effort to get himself away from Winthorp, who only walks towards the ring and slides in himself, gazing upon The Desperado as he does so. Meanwhile, on the outside, TNT recovers, on all fours and heaving in and out, the feel of the oxygen entering his lungs is a good one to him, as he looks up into the ring and watches as Daniels is backed into a corner against a fierce and momentarily recovered Goth. As Winthorp continues to approach Daniels, TNT quickly brings himself back up to his feet, sliding in carefully as to not raise the awareness of The Goth who continues to approach the cornered Daniels, Winthorp raises an arm as he steps forward but is stopped by TNT, who spears him from behind, Winthorp's face hitting the mat as TNT holds him down, instructing James Daniels to use some sort of high flying maneuver to keep The Goth floored. The Desperado climbs up to the top turnbuckle and takes in a deep breath, looking down at his target, who's being held down by TNT. Daniels jumps off of the top and raises an elbow up, however, Winthorp is able to slide under his capturer and force him forward, Daniels is unable to stop himself as he drives the elbow point into the upper spine of TNT.

Jimmy Pate
"Woah! Winthorp is able to evade and put TNT before him on the mat and Daniels drives that elbow deep into the back of TNT. What a damn sight to see!"

Ray White
"God damn it, I hate that Gothic guy, whatever his name is. Despy, kick his ass my darling! KICK HIS ASS!"

Desperado gets up almost instantly, looking at the mistake he made as he tries to apologise to TNT, who seems lost as his face remains blank, Daniels curses under his breath at this mistake and stands up, but further complications come for him as he's tapped on the shoulder, in annoyance, Daniels turns around only to be met by a knee to the gut, Winthorp takes a hold of the head of The Desperado and lifts a knee up, jumping up into the air with Daniels set up in the right position, Darkrites hits the mat and drives the knee into the forehead of The Desperado, who is sent up after the blow and hits the mat immediately after, The Cliffhanger being hit.

Ray White
"No! No! No! No! NO!"

Jimmy Pate
"That's the Cliffhanger for you, it leaves you in suspense as it's namesake."

Winthorp quickly covers Daniels and hooks the leg. The referee rushing down for the pinfall count.

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3!

The bell rings as Lizzie awaits Winthorp to get back up to his feet to announce his win of dictatorship.

Lizzie
"The winner of this fall is, Winthorp Darkrites!"

Winthorp has the microphone tossed to him as he rests against the ropes, looking at the two fallen combatants, he sweeps away some hair from face and takes the moment to wipe away some of the sweat from his brow as he raises the microphone up to his lips.

Winthorp Darkrites
"That's fucking right..*huff*..it's about time we did this my way..*huff*..THE ITALIAN GOTH WAY! My selection for elimination as per my win over this dictatorship fall is..*huff*.. James Daniels! Get out of my ring punk!"

The fans boo as their favourite to win the match is being lifted up to his feet by the officials who comes down to the ring, Daniels shakes his head to regain focus and discovers that he's being eliminated from the match. Despite showing complete sportsmanship, he glares angrily at The Italian Goth who merely smirks back as he watches his former nemesis being escorted way into the backstage. Winthorp drops the microphone and turns to the only person to stand before him and his prize of the TV Title. The Goth entering the stalker mode, following TNT as he tries to make his way back up to his feet. Darkrites continues to stalk, the look of determination and hunger for the title seen clearly on his face as the match enters the final phase of just the two superstars.

Jimmy Pate
"I'd never think we'd make it to the end of this grueling Dictator's Rules match. Winthorp Darkrites and Taylor Nathan Thomas, these are the only two men left after started with a big number of 5. Whoever wins not only wins the match and glory, but also they win the big prize, the TV Title."

Ray White
"*sobs* It's not fair..IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR! Why did he have to eliminate my Despy for! My sweet, sweet, Desperado."

TBC, TNT. We've finally entered the final 2

[gabriel]

Darkrites places the palms of his hands flat on the mat, his knees bent as the camera focuses in on the whites of his knuckles. His eyes glare furiously at his final opponent Tayler, who finds himself struggling to get to his feet. The hostile atmosphere that fills the arena is poisoned by the growing sense of anticipation as the Italian Goth is coiled ready to pounce and devour his opponent. Tayler finds himself in a vulnerable position as Winthorp shuffles round behind his opponent and retakes his coiled position. Tayler manages to pull himself to a vertical basis only to be blasted by a huge clothesline from the Nexus champion, the crushing impact on TNT’s neck causes him to crumple and fall to the canvas. Winthorp drops to one knee having used all of his momentum to drop his Irish adversary with that vicious blow to the neck. His face fills with delight at the amount of damage as the fans intensify their booing attempting to display their displeasure at Winthorp’s shameless display of schaden freude. The fans continue spewing venom towards the ring hoping to throw the Italian Goth off his game as he makes his way towards his fallen foe. Winthorp simply shakes this off, ignoring the rapidly rising levels of anger he finds himself the victim of, refusing to lose focus on his main objective of defeating TNT and becoming the new champion. He proceeds to roll Tayler onto his back and with one leg steps over before kneeling positioning himself in a mounted stance. Winthorp looks at the crowd before allowing himself to laugh a little before shouting to the crowd “This is the Italian Goth way.” His fists suddenly ball up as he cocks his right arm as far back as he can before firing it forward, his fist ploughs through the air before smashing into Tayler’s jaw causing a drop of saliva to escape from Tayler’s mouth. He continues by firing a series of rights and lefts, the toll of this brutal onslaught is clear for all to see as he begins to cough up blood as it spews from his mouth.

Ray” Oh my God, poor Tayler is being pummelled, his beautiful face is going to be ruined, get off him you big Goth.”

Jimmy” Get a hold of yourself Ray, this is a fight, if you can’t handle it then maybe you should look into another career.”

Ray” Your just as mean as Winthorp, I need to find myself a new announce partner maybe Trix is ready to move to the A show.”

The camera’s attention switches back to the ring, where Winthorp is continuing his brutal onslaught using his left hand to grasp the back of TNT’s head and hold it a foot off the blood soaked canvas. Once again he cocks his right hand back, pausing just long enough to enjoy the moment. His own self indulgence proves to be his downfall as a groggy TNT throws his left hand forward planting it on the back of Winthorp’s shoulder. Seconds after this he wraps his right arm around the top of his opponent’s arm and uses it to drive the Italian Goth’s face directly into the canvas. With his nemesis’ face firmly planted in the mat, Tayler’s hands slide down to Winthorp’s wrists, with his legs now free thanks to Darkrite’s slumping over TNT throws his legs around his shoulder and positions him into an arm bar. Having now fully locked in the arm bar, Tayler leans back and wrenches at the arm, hoping to hyper extend it in order to inflict the most damage. Winthorp’s face paint has now faded due to the intense heat of the lights and the perspiration that has trickled down his forehead, but he finds his face now painted with an expression of extreme agony. TNT continues to intensify the torturous hold by tightening his legs around his foes arm whilst pressing the flats of his feet against his jaw to apply pressure to the neck as well as the arm. The fact that Tayler has managed to take control of the match pleases the fans to no end as they begin a “Lets go Tayler” chant, causing the atmosphere in the arena to drastically change as a more pleasant aura seeps through the crowd. Darkrites face changes upon hearing the chant, what was once wracked with pain and suffering now takes on a new form of grit and determination. His eyes open wide, clearly focussed as he grits his teeth and attempts to push himself onto his knees.

Ray” Yes that’s it Tayler, hurt that Italian jerk.”

Jimmy” Way to stay impartial there Ray. Try and call this match down the middle and not get caught up with your personal feelings for either competitor.”

Ray” Ok, I’ll try and remain professional, now how about you tell me how it feels to be under an aggressive hold like this.”


Jimmy “Well as you can tell it is designed to wrench and tear at the arm muscles and ligaments, not that you actually care.”


Ray “Oh I do care, more than you know. I absolutely care about the pain that Winthorp is going through.”

Jimmy “You’ve lost it. That’s it I’m done talking to you.”



The camera cuts back to the action in the ring, where Darkrites is performing something of a comeback. This remarkable turnaround is the result of the Italian Goths perseverance and sense of determination. He has managed to scramble to his feet and despite the fact that the arm bar is still synched in, he is using his vertical basis to try and roll TNT onto his shoulders with his end goal being to score a quick pin fall in order to steal the title from Tayler’s grasp. Tayler’s facial expression suddenly changes as he realises what the Italian Goth has in store for him, he attempts to roll on his shoulders in order to flip Winthorp from his vertical stance. These attempts prove to be futile as Darkrites places his spare hand on the chest of his Irish opponent in order to stabilise him and minimise his movement. Tayler continues to squirm, hoping that the damage that he has inflicted on his opponent will be enough to counteract his current plans. His hopes are dashed as the Nexus champion manages to immobilise the former TV champ and pins his shoulders on the canvas. The ref immediately slides into the optimal position that will allow him to call the pin fall.

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Tayler manages to roll his shoulder off the canvas, avoiding the final volley of the refs hand and in doing so, saving the match for himself. He relinquishes his leg vine but continues to torque the wrist of his opponent whilst bringing his legs down on either side of Winthorp’s stance. The former nexus champion continues with his attempts to pin Tayler’s shoulders to the canvas but to no avail. TNT forcefully rolls right forcing his boot into the back of Winthorp’s knee causing him to drop to the mat as Tayler relinquishes the arm bar and scrambles to his feet. He stands directly behind his opponent waiting for him to get to his feet, actually having the gall to taunt him by motioning with his hands for him to hurry up. The Italian Goth dully grants his opponent’s request by clambering to his feet whilst favouring his shoulder that he has just got released. His return to his feet is greeted by a rupture of applauds from the audience, his face conveys an expression of utter shock and disbelieve until he turns to face TNT. Tayler immediately charges at Winthorp firing his boot at the mid section of Darkrites knocking all of the wind from his sternum causing him to clasp his abdomen. He immediately wraps his arm around the neck of the Italian Goth. With the head secured he throws Winthorp’s arm over his own neck before grabbing his leg and raising him in the air. Tayler plays to the crowd, displaying his impressive strength by holding Darkrite’s in a still position. 30 seconds passes before he begins spinning in a circle, exploiting his opponent’s helplessness, he then lowers him a little before spinning out into a cutter motion and connecting with the explosive end. Winthorp is driven into the canvas with immense force and impact leaving him completely motionless after his body implodes off the mat. Tayler immediately rolls into a pinning position hooking Darkrites leg in order to secure the fall.



Tbc.

[Winthorp Darkrites]

The referee immediately rushes down and assumes the position to count the pinfall, but upon reaching the mat, the very feel of the environment and the surrounding atmosphere is changed, as if forced to slow down to acommedate the hopeful end, the referee slams his down onto the mat.

1.. Followed by an echoing chant by the crowd, counting the first time.

2.. Another chant following through.

3- NO!

As if everything returned back to optimal speed, Darkrites gets the shoulder up, the crowd both cheering and booing with mixed reactions as The Goth raised his shoulder at the last minute to save himself from losing the match, TNT raises himself up into a seated position, his eyes widened with shock, the sweat rolling rolling down his forehead and his hands lifted up in the air in both shock and protest as the referee is standing up with two fingers raised. TNT gets up and tries to reason with the referee, assuring him that his hand had made the final count, but the referee rejects the argument and simply tells Taylor to return to the match. A furious TNT turns his back on the referee and returns to a floor Darkrites, who remains on the mat still with a blood running down his face, TNT keeps his eyes fixated on the heaving body of The Italian Goth, madness and ill thoughts running through his mind as he remembers his former prize being on the line in this very match. TNT approaches Winthorp and lowers a hand towards his head, grasping as much sweat soaked hair as he can and pulls The Goth up forcefully, Winthorp screams as his hair is pulled and stands sluggishly on his feet. TNT holds The Goth's head up and strikes him with the bicep of his arm, Winthorp's jaw getting struck with the arm and being forced back against the ropes, TNT moves in and takes a hold of the arm, whipping Darkrites into the opposite side of the ring, Winthorp rebounds off of the ropes and runs back into TNT, an arm raised in readiness as he prepares the clothesline. Winthorp ducks at the very last moment and rebounds off of the ropes once more and runs back at TNT, who's back is facing The Italian Goth vulnerably, Winthorp lifts himself up into the air, taking hold of TNT's head by wrapping his arm around it and driving both himself and Thomas into the mat with the Bulldog, the sound of the impact reverberating throughout the arena as the two competitors are floored once more.

Jimmy Pate
"Both men are down after a Bulldog by The NeXuS Champion, I can't believe the amazing stamina being displayed by these guys tonight Ray, seriously, if I had my way with this then I would name this match one of the biggest matches of the night."

Ray White
"Bigger than an African schlong?"

Jimmy Pate
"You better fuckin' believe it."

The fans erupt in vicious boos as The Goth floors the former Champion, he lifts his head up slightly and shakes his head, droplets of blood splattering the canvas as his wound continues to flow with fresh blood. Winthorp, using what strength he can gather, begins to lift his upper body up from the mat, remaining fixated on winning the Dictator's Rules match and claiming the TV Title, The Goth turns his head slightly to the right and looks at his fallen opponent who merely lays flat out on the mat with his head rested on his arms, his body heaving as he breathes in heavily after sustaining the full force of the bulldog. Winthorp, now in a seated position, looks up and faces the crowd with a glint of both supremacy and fury in his eyes as he brings himself back up to his feet. The Goth stands up, albeit weakly after being pushed through the entire DR match-up till the end, he swings his arms out but stumbles as his level of fatigue is at a considerable rate, he looks up at the rafters above and screams out at the top of his lungs: "IT'S THE ITALIAN GOTH WAY, BABY!", some fans actually cheering and clapping for The Italian Goth, who is bleeding profusely but still standing strong and managing to show off his usual cocky and evil demeanor despite being put under a lot of pressure. The Goth looks from the fans, to the ankle of TNT, pointing it out to the fans as he does so to indicate the beginning of his favoured submission maneuver.

Winthorp turns TNT over and stumbles over to his legs, The Goth grips the ankle of the right leg as he raises it up, a big smile stretching across the bloodstained face as he taunts the crowd, the crowd retaliating with boos. Winthorp moves forward slightly and places the ankle and traps it with his upper arm, crossing his leg over TNT's as he plants his foot firmly next to the abdomin of the former champ, Darkrites moves forward more so that he is directly over TNT and grins at him as TNT is unable to do anything other than eye The Goth before he initiates the submission. Winthorp falls back with the leg trapped and his own leg pressed against the chest of Taylor Nathan Thomas, keeping him pinned down as he pulls himself back, stretching the ankle in an uncomfortable way, forcing a scream out of TNT who struggles to lift himself up because of the foot that keeps him down. The Goth laughs, as he continues to pull himself back as to stretch the achilles tenden further, TNT, with nothing left to do begins to claw at the boots and tights of The Italian Goth in desperation.

Jimmy Pate
"The Achilles Tendon Hold is locked on tight, and I'm not sure if TNT has the strength nor the capability right now to reverse it, mainly due to having most of his energy drained throughout this entire match."

Ray White
"Which means that Winthorp could take this victory home with him, god damn it!"

The fans begin to unite themselves, stomping their feet and clapping their hands in unison and chanting "Taylor-Nathan" continuously in an effort to get the Irish native started in a submission struggle. Taylor listens in on the chants while fighting back the pain and screaming, but forces himself to take in the cheers as a way of rebuttal for Winthorp's submission, TNT lifts himself up and digs his nails into the canvas, pushing himself closer and closer towards the ring, Winthorp looks up in surprised as he finds his hold being slowly broken before his eyes, unable to do anything due to exhaustion. Thomas edges slowly closer and is nearly at the point where he can try and break it, he screams in agony as he takes one big push and takes a hold of the bottom rope, the referee jumping towards Winthorp and ordering him to release the hold, as TNT looks at the rope and kisses it for bringing him his salvation. Winthorp releases the hold and merely lays on the mat, breathing in excess amount of oxygen as he lays spread eagle next to TNT, who lays on the top rope for leverage, looking down onto the mat, feeling the sweat roll down his face and watching it drip on the mat. The crowd begins a rowdy chant of "THIS IS AWESOME", followed by another unison storm of claps and stomps. The referee fidgeting as he waits for either opponent to react.

Jimmy Pate
"God damn. This is probably the first time that Winthorp's Achilles Tendon Hold has ever been broken. He'll definately be shocked AND pissed because of this surprising predicament."

Ray White
"He's safe! Thank-FUCKING-God! Take that you son of a bitch Goth!"

TBC.

[gabriel]

Tayler reaches up and grabs the top rope from his seated position, his face now installed with a fresh look of determination. He summons all of his remaining strength and uses all the power of his triceps to pull himself to his feet. The crowd once again applaud Tayler’s amazing display of stamina and the fact that the Goth is still lying flat on his back as the blood oozes over the crevices of his facial structure. Now fully vertical he rests his arm on the ring ropes and takes a few seconds to catch his breath and plot his next course of action. His Italian counterpart begins to show signs of life as he sits up and runs his wrist across his blood stained forehead attempting to clear his line of vision. He continues the recovery process as he puts his hands down at his sides pressing his sweat soaked palms flat against the canvas in order to push himself to his feet. Somehow he manages to salvage enough energy to spring up onto his feet in a kneeling position, his palms still against the mat as a precaution. His face suddenly becomes enraged, possibly from the rich iron smell supplied to his nostrils by the crimson liquid flowing from the fresh wound on his forehead. He pushes himself into a fully vertical basis and charges at TNT, his facial expression now the epitome of determination as he extends his arm fully. His forearm lands under Tayler’s jaw unleashing a huge pop sound as the momentum sends both men over the top rope. Their bodies contort together as they go over the top rope and plummet towards the floor cutting through the tense air on their way down. They implode off the barely padded concrete floor simultaneously, their respective heads bouncing off the floor sending a dull thud throughout the arena. The fans wait with baited breathe hoping that the two stars are okay, many frightened by the awkward angle of impact. Their bodies lie clearly ravaged from the carnage of the impact, neither moving only the faintest sign of life as their chests barely move, only enough to inhale enough oxygen to live to survive. The crowds overwhelming sense of worry results in the atmosphere darkening as a still silence whips throughout the sold out arena.

Ray “I hope Tayler is ok, that fall looked very dangerous. That stupid Goth should watch what he’s doing.”

Jimmy” Watch what he’s doing? He has managed to take out his opponent, sure he had to sacrifice himself to do it but there is a title on the line after all.”

Ray “Say what you will Jimmy, but I just hate Winthorp and his wreck less attitude.”

Jimmy” That wreck less attitude, is what has brought Winthorp to the ball game along with his technical abilities.”

Ray” Poor Tayler, I hope he survives that horrific fall and destroys Winthorp’s remains.”

The camera slowly pans round the crowd on its return from the announce table, capturing the panic stricken faces of those currently inhabiting the arena. The camera finally gets back to the action or lack of, as Winthorp is the first to move as he slowly claws his way towards the security barrier. Tayler finds himself unable to move as this match may have inevitably taken too much of a toll on his muscular frame. Darkrites manages to fire one of his hands onto the top of the rail grasping his fingers around it using it to pull his limp body closer. He manages to get his battle weary frame onto his knees, with his arms resting across the rail. Tayler begins to stir as he sits up on the outside, shaking his head in an attempt to gather his bearings before he can even consider his next retaliatory action. With both men on their way to being on their feet, the crowd can once again afford to breath. This in turn leads to an atmospheric change as they begin applauding both men’s efforts in this gladiatorial contest. The two men manage to get back to their feet at the same time, both showing symptoms of injuries that will surly stay with them long after this night is nothing more than a mere memory. The two share in a look of hatred before they roll under the bottom rope and quickly get to their feet inside the squared circle. Both men once again glaring at each other, blood trickling down both their faces conveying to everyone just how dedicated both these men are and the true worth of the TV title. Their hatred raises the heat inside the ring as their mutual disdain for each other causes an aura of anger to fill the ring. They begin to edge towards each other slowly, neither wanting to give an inch or leave themselves vulnerable to a potential advance from their opponent. They get within inches of each other before Winthorp decides to charge at TNT, hoping to catch him off guard but this is to no avail as Tayler telegraphs the manoeuvre by ducking under his opponents arm. Tayler quickly turns on his heels allowing himself the opportunity that both men had been waiting for, as he quickly wraps his arms around the waist of the Goth. Winthorp quickly realises what he has let himself in for as he quickly fires his elbows backwards attempting to catch TNT on the skull in the hopes of escaping his hold. Tayler lowers his head and bends his knees in preparation, he then throws himself backwards taking Darkrites with him. His unwilling body attached to Tayler at the waist finds itself plummeting towards the canvas as Tayler arches his back for optimal impact. He lands neck first on the hardened canvas as the impact echoes throughout the crowd, much to their delight. Rather than go for the cover with a pinning bridge off the German suplex, Tayler immediately release his opponent and scrambles to his feet. He looks ominously at the corner of the ring as he walks towards the turnbuckle, with Winthorp downed in the middle of the ring.

Ray “That was a text book suplex there, beautifully performed if I do say so myself.”

Jimmy” You know what, that’s the first thing that you’ve said all night that I agree with.”

Ray “That’s all well and good, but what is Tayler doing heading for the ropes, he doesn’t belong up there.”

Jimmy “This is getting scary, your right again, Tayler doesn’t belong on the top rope. I believe that he has finally realised he is going to have to go high risk in order to get the victory tonight.”

Ray” High risk, it’s not worth it if he can’t walk tomorrow.”

Jimmy” At the end of the day, these guys go out there to put their bodies on the line, and believe me when I say win or lose it’s always worth it.”

The camera quickly returns to the ring were Tayler is now positioned on the top rope with his back to his downed opponent. Tayler takes a moment to truly take in the sights from the elevated situation he finds himself in. The fans begin cheering the prospect of him hitting a death defying manoeuvre that could finally put Winthorp away for good and secure him his second TV title reign. His eyes run across the hopeful faces of those in the crowd, men, women and children all urging him on in his quest for victory. A moment passes, fearing he has wasted too much time on the rope admiring the scenery he looks over his shoulder, confirming his opponent’s location. Once he has reassured himself that his Italian nemesis is still flat on his back, he bends his knees and sticks his arms out to maintain his balance. His facial expression changes momentarily to one of fear as the crimson liquid pours from his wound but rather than ponder the reporcutions he quickly leaps from his perched position. Almost as if this manoeuvre was being performed in slow motion, Tayler’s large frame majestically soars through the air, his knees bend in order to allow his body to turn in mid air. His languid body hits its peak height in the middle of his flip, as he begins his decline Winthorp still shows no sign of movement as Tayler is edging ever closer to not only his opponent but victory. Finally after what seems like moments of hang time, TNT’s huge frame crashes down on the Goth, impacting on his sternum driving all of the air from his lungs causing a stream of saliva to spew from his mouth. Tayler’s body rebound off his opponent and he ends up lying beside Winthorp, Tayler manages to throw his arm over Darkrites as the ref drops into optimal position and begins making the call.
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[M BISON]

Match Over

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