Hayden Vs. Desperado - Imperial Championship

[Desperado]

(OOC: Lets make this one our best one yet )

'Someday' by Flipside hits the PA system as the attention of everyone in the arena turns towards the entrance. The lights go dim whilst smoke begins to rise via the ventilators.




Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

The titantron flickers on to show the words 'Deadly By Nature' before fading away to show 'James Daniels' in a golden font. The screen fades away to display many clips of James wrestling whilst switching to him training in an old empty gym. The whole clip is in black and white.

::[Lizzie Morna]::
"This is the Main Event for the night between James Daniels and Hayden Hardkore for the vacant EVPW Imperial Championship. The following match is an Inferno Casket Match. The rules of this match are as follows. The ring-ropes are to be set on fire once both competitors are inside. A casket lies in the middle of the ring. To win, one of the competitors must place his opponent in the casket and set it on fire. Any other weapons may also be used.

Introducing first, ... Making his way to the ring, ... hailing from Brooklyn, New York, ...standing 6'3", ... Weighing in at 228lbs, ... He’s the Technical Tornado, … The High-Flying Hunk, …The Deadly and Dangerous, … James 'The Desperado' Daniels."

James breaks through the layer of smoke, his long white gown draping the floor, the sapphire lining shining under the flashing lights of the camera's. He moves through the sides of the screaming fan as he advances to the ring making boxing actions as if warming himself up for the match.

They tellin' me it's all good just wait
You know you're gonna be there someday
Sippin' on Jim Beam ok
Gotta get these things one day
Till then do another line you know
Searching for that other high
Stop or I gotta steal then steal
Kill or I'm gonna be killed
I got a sack in my pocket
Conscious yellin' drop it
You know we're gonna lose it someday
And we tryin' to hold it all together but the devil is too clever so
I'm gonna die you gonna die we gonna die Someday one day I said


::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
"This is going to be one hell of a Main Event tonight. The other two members of the Family have already had their share of the spotlight with their Epic match against Stone Orchard. Now its the Godfather's turn to show his stuff. I don't see how Daniels will take the gold home tonight."

::\\~Ray White~//::
"Don't write my Despy off before the match has even started. I know what Daniels is capable off and I believe he can win this one tonight."

He reaches the stairs and climbs them in rhythm, each foot hitting the steel at the right time, his hooded gown flapping in the air behind him. When he ascends the stairs completely, he tilts his head back, removing the hood to reveal his psychotic smile and lifts his arms to his sides. The lights suddenly go back to full strength. James removes his gown and lets it drop to his feet before entering the ring in his white trunks with sapphire blue, silky stripes along with his matching white and blue boots. His hands are strapped with white tape whilst tattoo's cover most of his arms and shoulders. A lot of cuts and bruises are present on his body. His curled brown hair are tied back in a ponytail, with blonde highlights shining under the arena lights.

Someday we gonna rise up on the wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

Daniels awaits Hayden to make his way out.[/color][/center]

TBCB Hayden

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

There is an eerie silence that fills the arena, long enough for the rustling ambience of impatient fans begin to rise above the usual hubbub of a packed arena. When the wait has seemed to have just gotten psychologically inside Daniel’s head, the restless air is cut through by the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Pyrotechnics like the smattering of gunfire flicker across the stage from left to right as the sound of a Tommy Gun pierces the air, the Family’s insignia waving proudly from a non-descript flagpole high above the crowd on the Butchertron. The pyrotechnics flicker up across the backdrop, over the face of the screen and down the other side till they disappear off the side of the stage. What replaces them is the Godfather’s own swansong, CKY’s “96 Quite Bitter Beings”



The song plays well into the verse, the arena periodically scanned by a collection of bright white searchlights, while the rest of the arena is attacked by a strobe-like display; smoke billowing out into the entrance stage. The twin pair of searchlights meet halfway up the entrance ramp, colliding together before following each other up towards the top of the slope and stopping just as they reach the top. The result creates a shadowy silhouette over the backdrop of the stage, within which a lone figure can be seen standing, his dark clothing and the brim of his hat helping to create a looming shadow on top of the ‘From the Ashes’ curtain that covers the back of the stage. The resounding boos that fill the arena help the less observant members of the audience to know that the Jackass had decided to show his face in tonight’s main event. Inside the ring, Daniels spies the silhouetted figure, licking his lips hungrily as he gets his shot to go for round two against the Family.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
To close the night off Ray, we have a first hand appearance from the Godfather himself, in the biggest match he has fought here on EVPW so far.

~~Ray White~~
And this is for all the cookies in the cookie jar…
Hayden is no stranger to wearing the gold around his waist is he JP?

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Not by any stretch of the imagination my fruity friend. You may not have to like Hayden HardKore, but you will damned well respect him!

He built his name on winning championships… A multiple time Tag Champion and Independent Wrestling champion through the early stages of his career, a man who had won nearly every GHW belt known to man, some of which at the same time. Becoming one of only two GHW Undisputed Champions, holding the King of the Deathmatch Championship and New Age Championship at the same time.
He is no stranger to a belt, or the impending danger of a Deathmatch.

~~Ray White~~
He isn’t called Hayden HardKore for nothing…

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Hayden steps slowly into the light, his head bowed so that the brim of his fedora hides his facial features. Swinging idly from its resting place, slung over its master’s shoulder, Hayden’s Ball’n’Chain flail swings dangerously, itching to cause some damage at Hayden’s request. He wears a black “Family” merchandising t-shirt, upon which he is flanked by both Thomas Cathy and Magnus Gunner behind his left and right shoulder respectively. The Family’s insignia is imprinted lightly over the top of the picture, with the red, almost scrawled writing of “Respect is not given; it’s taken” placed across the base of the picture. His black denim ¾ length pants are torn at the bottom, leaving only a short amount of exposed flesh between the base of his knees and the top of his white sorts socks, extending out of his custom “Jackass” Chuck Taylors. He swings his heavily taped hands, the Ball’n’Chain moving from over his shoulder to in front of his chest. As he raises his head, the sly grin that is spread across his face becomes clear, although hidden still by a shadowy fedora brim. Sauntering slowly toward the top of the entrance ramp, Hayden waits until his song breaks down, the lighting, smoke and pyrotechnics breaking down into chaos in tune with the music, creating a white cloud that hides the Godfather from sight. When he returns, the black t-shirt and fedora had gone, and Hayden is walking determined toward the ring, a slight skip of confidence in his step as he goes.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
And introducing secondly. He hails from Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twelve pounds.
A Former GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion AND New Age Champion simultaneously, He is the leader of EVPW’s own Mafia Family.
The Godfather, the Don… The Jackass.
Hayden HardKore!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden looks confident coming in tonight, a spring in his step to boot.

~~Ray White~~
Daniels might have his work cut out for him. The Family come in to From the Ashes with the momentum, as seen all over the Godfather’s face. Another successful night for them could see Hayden walk away on the top of the EVPW pile, and that is something that none of us want to see.

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As he nears the ring, Hayden picks up the pace, so that he is running full tilt by the time he gets to the edges of the squared circle. Sliding, he enters the ring, coming up onto one knee as he goes. He stops just short of Lizzie Morna, in an almost marriage proposal-like positon, much to Morna’s disgust. Not wanting to get caught in the impending inferno, she takes her leave as the stage hands approach, lighters in hand. Slipping harmlessly out of the ring, she picks up the mike once more, while the ref, Hayden and James Daniels all stand in the ring, circling like a pack of vultures around one another.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
The ring ropes will now be lit on fire, and the match will commence…

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As the lighters touch the wire ropes, the mat is surrounded by a wall of fire on each side, enclosing the structure and engulfing all three men contained within. As the bell rings, the match officially gets underway and both Hayden and James Daniels move in toward each other, looking for the early advantage…

TBC Despy

[Desperado]

The energy in the arena was at its optimum, the crowd awaiting the main event as if were the desert to an exquisite meal prepared by the world’s greatest chefs in a high-class restaurant. The cheers from the audience filled the minds of the competitors with determination and belief. Daniels for one was determined as ever to prove his critics wrong in what was without doubt, the biggest match of his career against one of the toughest opponents he had ever faced. The flamed ropes were nothing in comparison to the fiery passion that burnt within him. The crowd was ready, the referee was ready and both competitors were dying to get their hands on one another.

The Imperial Title contenders engage themselves to a hand-to-hand combat at the ringing of the bell with Desperado going at it hammer and tong, right from the moment go. His speed and technique cause the KOTDM Champion serious problems as Hayden is left to defend himself against an opponent highly skilled in mixed-martial arts. Fists fly in sharply and swiftly, targeting themselves for the HardKore Legend’s head, which is barely protected as his arms through instinct or sheer luck, manage to block off the majority of the attacks. A roundhouse kick narrowly misses a decapitation as Hayden dodges below, evading the attack however, he is no position to counter the follow-up sweep that swipes the ground beneath him. Daniels pounces onto the floored Hayden, planning to make good use of the situation. His tactic however, doesn’t go as planned with the Family Leader driving a boot into Desperado’s face giving him the time and space to get back to his feet. The two former GHW members scowl at one another, glaring hole into each other’s eyes as they form their own strategies in their minds.

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Having almost matched Daniels every attack with a perfect block, Hayden is looking on top of his game. You can tell he’s done his homework and can predict Daniels every move.”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“He couldn’t predict the sweep that followed the high kick so you can’t let him take all the credit, Despy’s on fire with his moves.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“He’ll literally be on fire if he doesn’t pace himself out carefully. Hayden is a cunning opponent but I must admit, that was a perfectly planned combo that Hayden couldn’t evade even if he saw it coming.”

The match begins again with a bang, both bodies colliding in the centre of the ring in a vigorous attempt to over-power one another into the path of the fire that enclosed them. The power of the two is equally matched as equilibrium is set in place but a sudden power surge begins to shift the balance away from Hayden and onto Daniels favour. Desperado hasty nature proves to be his disadvantage as the crafty kiwi welcomes the driving force of his opponent with open arms before lowering himself at the last moment, allowing Daniels to take the first taste of the blaze. A shriek escapes Desperado’s throat, the fire taking a quick swipe at the epidermis of his skin before Desperado’s reflexes could save him. Although the burning was minor, it was malicious enough to leave a bright red patch across the American’s arm. Before the High-Flying Hunk has time to tend to his arm, Hayden charges in towards him with his weight shifted forward and his body lowered. Although James swings his injured arm across, his effort is sluggish allowing Hayden to capitalize on his vulnerability and spear him back into the burning wires. The flames wrap themselves around Daniels once again who arches his back in agony. Two burn blisters are clearly visible across his skin as he rushes away from the flames, clearly shook up by the intensity of the heat.

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::

“Hayden taking the early advantage and Daniels seems uncertain now. Could the rumours of his choking on the big occasions be true? Is that the reason for him not having captured a single title in his EVPW career?”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“He’s just a little shocked, that’s all. I don’t think Despy experienced burning before. It takes a little getting used to it you know, it’s a whole different kind of pain.”[/center]

A confused James takes quick, shallow breaths, calming his nerves as he awaits Hayden to make the first move this time. Hayden offers his hands in a test of strength and with his mind still racked by the stinging across his back, James foolishly accepts only to have a boot strike into his stomach followed by a knee to the face and before the pain has time to sink in, an uppercut that sends him crashing into the casket. Daniels rushes back on to his feet and dashes towards Hayden once again, his fist clenched in the shape of a ball but his effort is brushed aside with ease as Hayden dodges the blow and sends one of his own into his foe’s abdomen. Daniels falls onto his knees, his head falling into the arms of Hayden, surrendering to his might as the Godfather looks only to punish. His right knee comes up once again, striking James on the face and sends him onto the floor in defeat and despair.

Hayden looks overly pleased with himself, a grin stretching from ear to ear as he approaches Desperado, who looks a complete mess with no sign of the determination that was present before. Desperation begins to grow on the Yankee as his options become limited. His opponent’s superiority begins to question his own abilities. His mind races through options, his heart-beating menacingly, his eyes stretched beyond their allowance, his pupils dilated. A sudden thought creeps into his mind as Hayden dives in with a raised knee. The deadly and dangerous superstar evades the attack via a roll to the right. Hayden pounces upon Desperado but he meets an unfavourable reception. Up comes Despy’s knuckle, enclosed within steel, striking Hayden across the jaw, knocking him senseless onto the ground. Desperado himself drops back onto the canvas, taking the moment as breathing space, a smile gradually spreading across his face.

::\\~Ray White~//::
“How in the world does he do that? It’s like he produced those brass knuckles from this air.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Has it ever occurred to you that he probably had it hidden somewhere in his trunks or padding, or even his leather boots. James Daniels is the sort of wrestler who does his utmost to walk into any match with an advantage. From the number of times I’ve seen them, I bet he takes those into every single match of his. I for one am not surprised he used them under the circumstance he was in.”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“I’m just glad he managed to pull himself out of that mess. Hayden was breaking him down both physically and mentally.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Would you look at that? It seems Daniels has injured his hand from using the brass knuckles. There’s blood dripping from his right hand. I bet he’s questioning himself about using them now. Having an injured hand this early on in the match can seriously dampen your chances of winning.”

James Daniels releases the weapon enclosed within his grip, taking a good look at the cut present on his hand, grimacing in pain. He shakes his fingers around a little, his teeth gritted as he walks over to Hayden who is still knocked out from the One-Hit KO. He grasps the Jackass by the locks of his hair as he begins to drag his limp body across towards the old wooden casket but his eyes are suddenly diverted to the flames that surround them. His mind stretching back to the painful encounter he had with the fire. A smirk appears on his face as he decides the match is too early to end. Lifting his rival onto a vertical base, the technical tornado whips Hayden into the blazing ropes but his adversary has another trick up his sleeve as he hangs onto Desperado’s hand as he is Irish whipped across, putting a reversal into place sending the revolutionary leader into the flames once again. Desperado’s body pounds against the ropes and topples over from the momentum of the throw, landing in a sorry state at the foot of the ring, crashing violently against the cold, padded, concrete floor.

As Despy struggled to his feet, the cold-blooded crime-lord pierced through the flaming ropes like a spear of ice, penetrating through the fire and plummeting into Daniels with a suicide dive. Hayden began working into Desperado’s skull immediately with hefty blows riding in, one after the other with his knuckles digging deep for the fresh liquid treasure that was just beneath the surface of the skin. James pulls his forearms in front of his face for protection until he saw his break to intervene. His right arm blocks of the incoming blow as his left hand grasps Hayden’s free wrist, allowing his head to break-out and hammers itself into the Hardkore legend’s visage. The result works out on both ends, with the much wanted blood revealing itself through a small cut across Daniels forehead however; the notorious criminal suffers the pain of a nearly-broken nose.

::\\~Ray White~//::

“You have to admit, my Despy’s got one hard head.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Apparently not hard enough, he’s gone and busted the bloody thing open. Blood loss doesn’t fare well when it’s this early on in the match. Considering the unscathed, unburnt, hardly bruised Hayden, Daniels is going to struggle.”[/center]

Daniels rubs the scratch on his forehead with the back of his hand, staining it with the little blood that slipped out. Ignoring the throbbing in his head, the bleeding from his hand and the burns on his back, James Daniels gets back onto his feet. He watches attentively at the New Zealander who is sat against guard-rail, tending to his nose, making sure the bone and cartilage are still in place. His eyes meet with those of the American and he immediately gets himself into a stance, his arms spread to either side, beckoning him to charge in and take him out. Daniels, having learnt his lesson from before, knows better than to do as his adversary tells him to and instead opts to remain where he stands, eyeing his opponent carefully. Realising his mind games have worn off, the Godfather decides to bring the game to his rival. Pushing a young girl from her place at the edge of the railings, he helps himself to her seat, closing it to form a common weapon known simply as a steel chair.

Daniels becomes indecisive, not sure whether to charge his antagonist down upon the first opening or to back away from the weapon wielding opponent. Hayden stampedes across the platform; chair in hand, with every intention of battering the Brooklyn Brawlers head until his skull splits into two. Daniels, known to be quick on his feet, uses his ability wisely, kicking his legs out at the precise moment in a low dropkick that catches Hayden in the shins. Hayden’s attack goes haywire, missing the target completely as he tumbles onto the floored Daniels, who in turn tosses him off and onto the ground besides him. The two men tussle on the ground against one another, attempting to gain the advantage as they set themselves an unacknowledged race to see who can be the first back onto his feet. The Yankee flicks out an elbow against Hayden’s face, catching his injured nose once again, this time busting it open leaving behind a gush of blood. Immediately upon standing, the deadly by nature superstar ricochets’ his boot off the side of Hayden’s head with such ferocity, that the Godfather is left in a dazed state. He stands tall with pride, having made it to his feet first.

::\\~Ray White~//::

“YAY! Finally Despy gets the better of that criminal. Does stealing that seat from the crowd count as a crime? Because if it does, I’m sending this no good loser to prison so my Despy can win the title by default.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“I don’t think there’s any need for that, ‘Your Despy’ seems to have pulled himself back into this match and if he plans it out from here, victory maybe close at hand. Besides, some of the things this man has done are much worse than pushing a girl of her seat but their ain’t nothing you can do about it because this guy knows what he’s doing when it comes to getting away with it. He’s in a league of his own, they don’t call him the Godfather for nothing.”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“Are we done with praising the bad guy? Desperado‘s looking at Hayden from a distance. What could he be planning?”[/center]

Taking a final look at his downed rival, Daniels moves to the ring apron, lifting the sheet to gape at the arsenal of weaponry at his disposal. Much to the crowd’s surprise, the Leader of the Revolution doesn’t produce a weapon but a first aid box, using a bandage to cover up the cut across his hand. Flexing his phalanges, he looks more confident as he goes under once again, this time presumably for some weapons. His eyes light up as they fall upon two lean, mean kendo sticks, one taking up each of his hands. Desperado turns away from the ring apron with a smirk on his face, having pictured what he was going to do with the weaponry before he put it into practice but unfortunately for him, that would have to wait as a steel chair plunders into his skull busting it wide open, splattering the crimson around as well as making way for a stream to run down the length of his face. Hayden stands above him, laughing malevolently, steel chair in hand. He looks around the at the audience who disapprove of his actions with loud jeering which only make matters worse for Desperado who has to endure a second shot to the head. The fan favourite drops to the cold concrete floor helplessly; a small puddle of blood forming at the point his head touched the ground.

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“That‘s going to hurt tomorrow because I don‘t think he‘ll be conscious enough to feel the effect of that today.”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“NOOOOOOOO! Not the face … Why the face? Damn you Hayden … Damn you to hell! You wait Jimmy, Desperado‘s going to get back up and he‘s going to whip that Devil-Father’s ass.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Devil Father?”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“You called him a Godfather but I don‘t think he‘s godly in anyway so I think I‘ll go with Devil-Father.”

TBCB HAI-DAN
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[Tamatoa Harikoa]

With the flickering light background of flames burning behind him, Hayden tosses the steel chair aside, barely listening as the metal of the chair clangs across the floor. The ever present smell of burning rubber and methanol burns his nostrils as he breathes in confidently. The “Devil-Father” smirks cruelly as he casts an eye over his decimated opponent, the crimson mask of blood now trickling over his face unbeknown to the unconscious Revolution Leader. Feeling the surge of adrenaline course through his veins as he controls the momentum of the match, Hayden places a cheeky toe kick to Desperado’s ribs and receives but a gargle of discomfort as a response from the battered Revolution Leader. Moving quickly, Hayden assists Daniels to a vertical base before flinging him toward the ring. Moving only from the assisted whip from the Godfather, Daniels rolls through the wall of fire that surrounds the ring and into the squared circle beyond the ropes, smouldering and smoking as the flames lick the edges of his clothing and redden his exposed flesh. The heat of the fire creates beads of sweat, (clearly visible on the HD telecast) that stream down his back as he lies face down, at the disposal of the rampaging Godfather. Hayden is not too far behind him, bursting through the wall of fire both gracefully and triumphantly on his hunt for the gold.

Eyes twinkle as Hayden catches a glimpse of the waiting wooden casket and waiting jerry can, ready for use at some stage before the end of the night. Movement in the foreground catches his attention once more, drawing his eyes back to the match at hand and away from his memories, the pyromaniac inside of him doing backflips of joy deep inside his soul. All that is reflected on the determined exterior of the Godfather’s persona is the fire in his eyes and the cocky smirk scrawled across his lips like a badly drawn smile. The movement was that of Desperado, beginning to push himself off the mat, blood still trickling down to the mat from the gash in his head. Hayden shakes his head slowly, growling at the Revolution leader in disgust.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
”Stay down if you know what’s good for you”

Defiantly, and with the unwillingness to let his waves of fans down, James Daniels simply glares up at HardKore, the resounding cheer he receives as a result from the crowd egging him on angering the Mafia Boss even moreso than before.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
”We still just don’t know when to quit, do we Despy? You’re in my world now, Stay down where you belong!”

As the words are spat out of his mouth, Hayden runs toward his opponent, who by now is on all fours, ready to force himself defiantly to his feet. Hayden has other ideas, aiming an NFL worthy punt at Daniel’s lower ribs and mid-section. The dull thud of Hayden’s boot connecting with his opponent’s body quells the uprising from the fans, while they instead watch their hero keel over once more and fall onto his side, the air expelled out of his lungs. Hayden hops around in pain, the boot having obviously had a lot of bad intentions behind it. Softly, from the canvas the low groans of agony emerge from Desperado’s lips, Hayden’s custom Chuck Taylor boot having found a well targeted home.

~~Ray White~~
Good god!
He could have broken ribs with that boot JP. The look on Hayden HardKore’s face alone told of his intentions behind it.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
They aren’t out there playing Tiddly-winks Ray. People will and do often get hurt. Hayden has a match to win, and Daniels is going to find it a lot harder with no air in his lungs and the pain of a broken rib or three crippling him.
Ray, what in the blue blazes of hell are you doing? Put your jacket back on, this isn’t a strip show!

~~Ray White~~
JP, it is like an oven in here with that inferno burning. I’m sweating like a turkey on thanksgiving day, cut me some slack, or I will take the rest off too and treat you with a real show…

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Desperado coughs, spitting a mixture of phlegm and blood out of his mouth while his opponent comes in for a second swoop. Once again, Hayden helps his nemesis to his feet, a little rougher this time, not caring if he wrenches Daniels’ arm out of its socket. With his dazed opponent at his mercy, Hayden wastes little time in moving in for the kill. In one fluid motion, Hayden lifts the Revolution leader onto his shoulders in a Samoan Drop position, staggering for afew steps until he is able to take the strain of the extra weight upon his shoulders. Hayden moves slowly the few steps over to the center of the ring; where the wooden casket lies in wait for his usage, lid still closed tightly. Hayden does not bother opening the casket, deciding instead to execute the impending Samoan Drop on top of the casket, dropping his slightly heavier opponent viciously on top of the unforgiving hardwood top of the box. The impact slides the casket off the riser that it is situated on; knocking over the jerry can filled with gasoline as a result. Desperado’s body falls to the canvas, the Revolution leader arching his back and writhing in pain from meeting the casket so suddenly. He is so preoccupied with the searing pain that encompasses his body that he does not notice the pool of gasoline that he is lying in, the liquid soaking into the bandages on his hands, coating his boots and lining the skin on his shoulders with a film of gasoline. Slowly, as the jerry can continues to pour out its contents, the trickle of gasoline reaches the danger of the ring rope, a small trail of the flammable liquid leading back to its source, a still half filled jerry can. All that is needed is a stray ember to spark the impending fire, the ensuing result being a red-hot trail blazed across the ring, back toward where Desperado lies on the canvas. He smells the gasoline too late, not able to stand in time, let alone outrun the fire. Before he realises it, the fire had reached its source, exploding the jerry can into millions of pieces and sending shrapnel in all directions.

James Daniels is in the thick of it, soon engulfed by the blaze, the flames eating up the gasoline that covers his body. His screams do little to quell the pain as the fire burns around him. In a reflex action, he tries to pat the fire out with his bandaged hands, bandages that had acted like sponges to the liquid death, and are quickly set alight. Desperately, Desperado shakes the white tapings off his hands and wrists, looking down in horror at his blistered and burnt hands. Executing the stop, drop and roll technique, Daniels’ next idea is to get as far away from the blaze as possible. Soon, with the fuel exhausted, the fire burning over his body burns out, while the inferno around the casket still rages, threatening to engulf the wooden box prematurely. At ringside, stage hands wait with fire extinguishers, helpless to assist due to the match still being in progress. Hayden watches the whole scene with an aura of bewildered amusement about him, the smirk on his face now turned to a wide eyed smile, while he silently chuckles to himself at his opponents discomfort. It is only when the red skinned, blistered and burnt Desperado springs back to his feet, turning around to eyeball him does Hayden draw his attention back to the fact that he still has a match to win.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Jesus H. Christ… This is quickly getting out of hand.
Somebody is going to get burned half to death in there before the night is out at this rate.

~~Ray White~~
Isn’t that kind of the whole point of the match JP? At this rate I would think that the match is going exactly as planned!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden is definitely in his element, if that is what you are implying Ray. He is well used to bizarre and testing matches, being a two time King of the Deathmatch Champion in the once great GHW alumni…

Anybody order a Despy-que?

Hayden is taken somewhat by surprise by the fact that his opponent is still standing, let alone hunting him out for more blood, and it helps the 228lb James Daniels to take the advantage once again. His eyes burn as bright as the blaze behind him, providing a picture perfect background for a photo opportunity. Daniels tries as hard as he can to shut the pain into the back of his mind, yet it is still written all over his face. Nevertheless, he fights on through the agony, lining up the Godfather for a quick hit and Super-Kicking the Mafia Boss directly in the chin. Hayden staggers backwards as a result, not falling to the canvas, but falling into the blazing ropes instead. As the burning metal cuts viciously into his back, Hayden screams out a blood curdling cry of pain, realizing to a small extent what his opponent would be going through at present. Still stunned by the well timed Super-Kick, Hayden is sluggish to fight back, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his blurred vision, but all he sees coming is another boot, this one catching him low, in the guts, doubling him over in pain. Rolling in the new found momentum, Desperado DDT’s Hayden’s head into the canvas, the booming sound that echoes around the arena as a result coinciding well with the loud cheer that erupts from the waves of Desperado fans. Signs in support of the Revolution once again appear from their hiding places as Desperado runs his fingers through his fire damaged hair and over his blistered, cut and burnt shoulders.

Angrily, Desperado vents his frustration positively, noticing his opponent flat out on the mat. Desperado decides to wear the Godfather down even further, sidling up beside the underworld boss and wrapping his arms in front of Hayden’s head, applying a Lock of Desperation with all of his desperate willpower and might. His teeth clench from the effort applied in the hold, the smile beginning to return to his strained and weathered face as he heard the Jackass cry out in pain once more, searching for a way out of the hold.

~~Ray White~~
Lock of Desperation applied JP, what is Daniels thinking? He cannot win by submission in this match!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Have you ever had this hold applied onto you Ray? It wears you down, puts you in a world of pain that just does not go away. If Daniels ever wants to put the Godfather into that casket, he is going to need to wear the body down first. Hayden is not the “go along quietly” type

~~Ray White~~
I’m not the ‘quiet’ type either, if you catch my drift…

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Unfortunately I do, you sick bastard.

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With the hold still locked in and the Revolution leader still wrenching back on the Crossface for all he is worth, Hayden is transfixed into a pain filled world. A world that he has been in many times before in his career, but a world that is never an easy one to find one’s way out of. Forgoing the usual reaction to reach out for a rope break, due to obvious reasons being the ropes are ablaze, and the underlying acceptance of the fact that there are, in fact, no rope breaks in the match anyway, Hayden searches desperately for another way to break the hold. Searching for a weakness in his opponent, his body or his application of his patented Lock of Desperation, the wily veteran tries to bring the hold off the mat and stand to a vertical base. The ensuing struggle sees Daniels tighten his grasp, applying more pressure to the hold and sitting further down on Hayden, but the determined Godfather tries once more, forcing himself off the mat ever so slightly; inch by inch. Hayden’s only hope of regaining the momentum lies in his ability to break the hold before the damage is done and his body rendered incapacitated.

TBC Despy

[Desperado]

The Main Event of the EVPW Pay-Per-View is at its most critical stage. A half burnt James Daniels is in control with his adversary tightly gripped in a crossface, otherwise known as a The Lock of Desperation and rightly so. Hayden is writhing around like a fish out of water, struggling against Desperado’s firm submission hold in a whole-hearted attempt to break free. Ignoring the agony screaming through his spinal cord, the EVPW Don clears his mind to concentrate upon a way out of his problematic position. With his vision blocked by the hands of his opponent, Hayden relies on the other senses available to his body. The smell of gasoline dripping from the burnt padding and body of his antagonist triggers off a tactic in the mind of the Godfather. His sense of direction and hands guide him across the ring, dragging the Yankee across with him towards the thunderous flames of the conflagration that surrounds them. The intensity of the heat immediately begins to reignite the burns that the Brooklyn Brawler embraced at the hands of the monstrous blaze. Sweat begins to form heavily on the faces of the two men as they compete against one another to see who can last longer. Hayden having no other option remains in the fumes of the flames, determined not to pass out. Daniels however has a choice and with the blistering of the burns across his body, its not much of an option. Daniels releases the hold and retreats away from the blaze, wiping the sweat from the brow of his upper lip; his usual pale face scorched red. Hayden rolls away from the burning ropes, gathering his breath and getting accustomed to the light again, having escaped the darkness from the crossface that engulfed him. His eyes meet the fiery gaze of his fierce rival as the battle for the Imperial title looks to go on.

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“That was a difficult task, getting out of that ruthless submission hold and had he not thought up of that tactic at the right time, Hayden could have kissed this match goodbye.”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“It was a not well thought however, he could have easily damaged himself in that situation. He could have easily received heavy burning had he moved in too close to those flames. I hope my Despy hasn‘t suffered any more damage to his beautiful skin. A third degree burn and I won‘t be able to going on that date I was so looking forward to.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“Are you trying to say you got a date planned with James?

::\\~Ray White~//::
“Well it is possible, … Some time in the future perhaps.”

Daniels eyes remain on his opponent but whilst doing so, his hands begin to twitch. His legs begin to carry him towards the wooden casket; his eyes however remain locked on target, not moving away from the man from Wellington. He swings the casket door open, letting his intentions known to his opponent, his mind set upon ending the match anytime now. The Hardkore Don takes a long sigh whilst gazing away from his opponent, thinking his way through his next game plan, visualizing the win as he plays the tactic through his mind once more. A confident smile expresses its through onto his face as he staggers back onto his feet, the effect of the crossface, gradually wearing off. The two face off one more time in the centre of the squared circle, the scent of sweat and blood stained across their bodies as if it were a branded fragrance. A final glance into one another’s eyes takes place before the two titans clash once again.

The two brawlers go hammer and tong into one another, throwing in blow after blow. Making little effort in defending their battered and bruised bodies with their concentration fixed upon making a bitch out of the other. A strong right body-blow rocks Desperado pretty hard, the punch finding its way through the defences of his body and penetrating into his vitals. Pain shoots through like a the piercing of a thousands needles, his knee buckles and he falls to the mercy of his opponent. The ruthless, merciless Jackass breaks into an immediate smile through his exhaustion as he begins to take a few strides back. Desperado’s position perfect for his final blow. The Hellview residing foreigner dashes in with a trademark Shining Wizard, his legs leaping off the ground in perfect harmony as they set upon striking the Brooklyn native. Just as it seemed over for Daniels, his body moves to the right dodging Hayden’s leg by an inch or so in what seems to be an instinctive reflex reaction. During this incredible feat, his arms also come up in what appears to be a pre-practiced manoeuvre, locking themselves tightly around his foe’s ankle as he crashes into the canvas having missed his target.

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“The Ankle Lock! Daniels has locked in the Ankle Lock. An unbelievable counter following a show of his incredible reflexes. How can he still be so aware of what‘s happening around him in the state he is in?”

::\\~Ray White~//::
“I don‘t think he‘s willing to lose this match JP and he will do whatever it takes to stay in this matchup. I haven‘t seen him this determined to win since, … Since a very long time.”

::\\~Jimmy Pate~//::
“This time, I don‘t think it‘s just about winning. I don’t think he‘s willing to lose to the likes of Hayden in one of the most important matches of his life. He‘s come close many time in accomplishing greatness but his lack of willpower has always led him to his demise. I really wants it this time, more than anything.”

TBCB Hayden

(OOC: Sorry I took so long, I’ve just been real busy lately. I’ve kept it short, hopefully you can fit another one in.)

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

~~My last post: As per the extension~~


Daniels twists the ankle of the Godfather, straining as he does all he can to break the bones of his devilish opponent. Hayden grits his teeth through the pain, pushing up with his forearms to walk the hold toward the ropes. He gets afew laboured yards across the ring before Daniels drags him back toward the wooden structure, ablaze in the center of the ring. The backward motion allows Hayden to turn in the hold, and he boots Desperado in the chest with both feet, watching as the High-Flying Hunk staggers backward, tripping over the base of the coffin, till he is lying atop the lid like a sacrificial lamb. Hayden hops over to his opponent, daring not to test his ankle after nearly having it broken off. When he is close enough, Hayden grabs Daniels by the throat, lifting him from the lid and up into the air. Desperado gargles and chortles uncomfortably, his face flushed red from lack of oxygen, before the Godfather releases him, still smouldering from the fire.

Hayden takes afew steps away from the blazing coffin, almost tripping over his discarded Ball’n’Chain flail as he does so. The shining flail, still reddened with the blood of its past victims winks up at the Jackass, calling his name desperately, keen to claim more blood to quench its thirst. Hayden is happy to oblige, wrapping its chain around his fist and letting the ball dangle beneath him. He swings his Ball’n’Chain flail above his head, before driving it toward the head of his opponent. Gasping, the crowd prepare for what could be the demise of their hero, Desperado.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden is dangerous with that flail at the best of times, but now there is nowhere for Desperado to go… Its either meet the flail or burn to a crisp.

~~Ray White~~
Personally, I like it hot. Steamy and sweaty, mmm…

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I wish I could toss you in Ray, and then we would find out how much you like it.

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Desperado is not prepared for what is to follow, as the flail crashes into the side of his head, knocking him down to the canvas once more. Hayden follows the initial strike up with a second swing, this one colliding with his shoulder. Desperado takes both strikes, sending him into what appears to be a deep sleep. Hayden’s onslaught does not stop there; as he stoops down to make sure his opponent is down for the count. He kneels beside Daniels, the chain still wrapped around his left fist. Using the chain from his flail like a pair of brass knuckles, he unloads with some brutal fists to his head. His strikes open up a gash on his forehead, blood spilling out from the cut, soaking into the chain of his trusty flail. Hayden lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting the blood of his opponent that had fallen onto his fist. Satisfied, Hayden unravels the chain from his hand and tosses the flail aside before spitting his opponent’s putrid vital fluid from his lips. The rampaging Godfather snarls as he grabs Desperado by the back of his ponytail, yanking his head off the ground with a vicious wrench that nearly snaps the Revolution leader’s neck in twain.

Daniels barely even registers the pain of his hair being pulled from the back of his head, slipping in and out of consciousness through the pummeling he had received from the Mafia Boss’ “King of the Deathmatch” worthy weapon, now quietly warming itself by the flames that surround the ring. Hayden keeps pulling, steadying his opponent as he tugs him by the hair to a vertical base once more. Grunting, the 212lb Jackass lifts his nemesis onto his shoulders into a Samoan Drop position, before stepping into the burning furnace that encompasses the cheap wooden casket. Stooping slightly, he kicks off the lid, revealing the unwelcoming inside of the wooden resting place. Turning with his back to the casket, he drops backwards, slamming Desperado deep into the inside of the box, the eerie crash reverberating throughout the disappointingly stunned gymnasium. With the Revolution all but quelled, Hayden takes his time in picking the lid off the canvas, choosing to spend his time flipping off a group of rather vocal Desperado fans at ringside instead. After his choice words sink into the ears of the fans, Hayden lifts the casket lid off the ground, before turning to face the casket, for what he hopes to be the last time.

Desperado’s eyes shoot open at the last second, seeing the darkness closing in on him as the lid nears his body. Instinctively, he shoots a fist up in the air, watching as his hand shoots right through the wooden lid of the casket. The last ditch effort of the never-say-die leader of EVPW’s Revolution spurs the fans back into action, the stunned silence now turning itself into a flurry of desperate cheers, led somewhat by the very fans that the Godfather had just silenced moments earlier. In his attempts to remove Desperado’s still balled fist from the casket lid, Hayden lifts the lid off once more, delaying his victory for the moment. Angrily, he glares down at his battered, burnt, broken and bleeding foe; not a thread of sympathy even entering his weathered mind. Desperado’s eyes tell the story of his feelings, his unwillingness to loose to the maniacal Mob Boss perhaps the only thing keeping him alive at the moment, but it is enough. Daniels does not so much as blink, watching the Godfather’s body intently, egging him to make a move toward him.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I thought that Desperado was a gonner for sure. Somehow, someway, he is still in this match… What the hell does he need to go through before he will yield to Hayden HardKore?

~~Ray White~~
Look at those eyes JP. They will carry him out of here in a body bag before he lets the Family leader become champion here tonight. And if Hayden has anything to do with it, that might not be out of the question.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Which would be a shame for you Ray. After all, you have a not so secret crush on the High-Flying Hunk… Hell, you might as well have coined the term!

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Still in control of the match, Hayden bends down to pick his opponent out of the casket, knowing that more damage needed to be done before Desperado was to be beaten. He does not even touch the Revolution leader’s flesh before Daniels grabs both of his wrists, twisting them uncomfortably in a desperate game of mercy, a game that he must win. Just to emphasize his point, and to let the Godfather know that he is not done fighting yet, Daniels slams his blood soaked forehead into that of Hayden’s, the Headbutt rocking HardKore’s core completely. A second headbutt sends the godfather reeling, backing away, and staggering dangerously toward the still burning ropes. Before Hayden can regain his balance, Daneils had sprung out of his wooden resting place, and had driven his shoulder into the stomach of his assailant, sending Hayden toppling into the ropes, the flames licking around the Jackass’ shoulders eagerly, singing his scarred and weathered flesh. Hayden lets out a cry of pain as his body is engulfed in flame, the inferno spreading from head to toe in the blink of an eye. Ablaze like the human torch, Hayden screams forward, arms stretched out like a zombie; in search of water instead of brains.

Desperado sees the burning underworld boss approaching and waits patiently for him, till the men are standing face to face; unbeknown to the Jackass. Springing into action like a switch had been flicked on his back; Desperado leaps up and grabs the back of Hayden’s still ablaze head, burning his hand again in the process. Ignoring the pain, he slams Hayden’s skull into the mat, the DKO driving home his exclamation mark on the match. Somehow, the desperation of Desperado had paid off, with the tables now turned, he eagerly eyes up the still open wooden casket, sensing victory finally within his reach.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
A burning DKO on Hayden HardKore. It was like extinguishing the Olympic torch, and hopefully all of the Godfather’s hopes of winning along with it.

Somehow, the Revolution leader might actually do this!

~~Ray White~~
I told you not to count out my High-Flying Hunk JP. I knew he would find a way to get back into this one, and now all he has to do is put “Don” Jackass inside the casket and set his pretty ass on fire!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
It ‘aint over till the fat lady starts hitting the high notes Ray… And I don’t see any fat chicks anywhere around here… Maybe its that sign I put out the front… Who would have thought that would actually keep them away.
Ahem… Ray, if anybody can pull out a surprise here, it is the unpredictable Godfather. On fire, unconscious or not… Hayden HardKore remains one of the more dangerous men to step foot in this ring.

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Knowing that he is mere moments away from the biggest victory of his career, Desperado drags the lifeless, smoldering body of the Jackass toward the casket. Smoke still rises from the carcass of the Godfather, the flames recently extinguished from his denim pants and hair. With the crowd behind him, the Revolution hero inches the Jackass’ body up the side of the casket, his energy expelled just in getting the Godfather to the casket, let alone inside the thing. With no sign of life from the Jackass, Daniels moves as quick as he can, hoping like hell that the flaming DKO put him out for long enough to gain his Imperial Championship…

And the results….


OOC: Took a bit longer than I thought to get it up, now we can judge the match. Thanks for the extension MD, and thanks for a wicked match Despy