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Post by Chris Pederoso on Dec 14, 2009 18:32:07 GMT -4
The previous match had just finished, the hype of the match previous has the crowd in a frenzy like atmosphere. Gold and white spotlights flicker for a while over the audience before a guitar chord starts to play, exciting the crowd further.
It’s a new day (a new day),
It’s a new generation (a new generation).
It’s a new day (a new day)
It’s a new generation (a new generation)
Now We're Never look Back,
No We're never looking back,.
::Andrew Porter::
The following contest is a hardcore match, in which the only means of victory is via submission. Introducing first; from Seville Spain, weighing in at 240lbs. Chris Pederosssssoooooo
Captain Charisma, Chris Pederoso, steps out on to the stage below the Titantron to be greeted with a very mixed reaction. The vast majority of fans are clearly in favour of the Ped man whilst there is a significant minority that are agitated by the sight of him. The Ped man takes his time on the stage, taking in the atmosphere. As he begins to proceed down the ramp, he sees banners on either side of the ramp against the security fence. Some have the patented C logo printed on them and some say Pederoso sucks. Either way the Spaniard ignores the banners and walk slowly and directly to the ring area.
Dont You Ever Tell Us No,
Don’t You Tell Us Where To Go,
Come Now Tell Us Who To Be,
They Will Pay More,
It’s Our legacy,.
::Trix::
Well, there he is. Chris told us he’d be back but for one night only I believe, what’s up with that? Also, if he is returning on a one off basis, why against Hayden HardKore?
::Sang::
Well to be quite honest with ya, I don’t understand either. I mean he’s been out for months now and he’s returning for one match with the leader of the Family? This man was taken apart by Ryan Hughes and his cronies and has showed no signs for revenge.
::Trix::
Ummm.......Sang, He isn't the leader of the Family, that was his clone.
Every Time I Feel The Past,
Its Always There But It Can Last,
Came Today To Find our Place In Time,
Every Day I Watch The Sun,
Rise And Fall On Everyone,
But Today I Wake To Make Tomorrow Mine,
As he approaches the ring area, he heads to their left to walk up the ring steps. He climbs the steps and gets into the ring, still taking his time. He goes to the far right hand turnbuckle to climb the ropes and pander to the crowd. As they do, the crowd burst into a symphony of cheers and boos, Pederoso just stands there staring out to the crowd with a look of confidence and defiance on his face. He jumps down and looks towards the entrance ramp, awaiting his Hayden HardKore, possibly his biggest opponent yet. |
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Dec 15, 2009 3:21:08 GMT -4
Hayden keeps his opponent waiting for what seems to be an age, the crowd growing restless with each second. Pederoso hops impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for the reborn Jackass to grace the arena with his presence. Before he does so, the ButcherTron flickers into life as to following promo airs once more, serving as a reminder of Hayden's intentions for the match. The scene opens with a flickering white light, swinging softly across a featureless, black background. A soft rustling can be heard as the chain wanders aimlessly through the air. There is no lampshade on the light, the bare bulb doing just enough to cast a small beam of light over the shadowy features of the room. As the light swings backwards and forwards, a figure can just be made out, stretched out on a dark sofa. As the figure lies on the couch, slowly, more light begins to fill the scene. As it does so, orchestral strings fill the air as the start of "Rebirthing" by Skillet begins to play. The featureless room is illuminated by a pale blue light, just bright enough to show Hayden HardKore propped up with his back resting against the arm of the couch. His head is in his hands, but he raises this as the verse begins to play. Throughout the verse, shots are superimposed over the scene, like fragments of time, flashcards of memories plastered across the screen. "I lie here paralytic inside this soul
Screaming for you till my throat is numb
I wanna break out
I need a way out
I don't believe that its gotta be this way
The worst is the waiting
In this Womb I'm suffocating" [/i][/center] .::Snapshot::. Hayden stands atop a treacherously high ladder, a title belt in his hands, his mouth open in a silent scream of accomplishment, his eyes are wild yet happy, twinkling softly in the light. .::Snapshot::. Hayden lifts his white hood off his head, stabbing the knife into a rich mahogany desk. He stabs the knife through a blood stained letter, before turning his back. Behind him, the Family's insignia is portrayed on the wall proudly. He smiles as he looks out over the Godfathers trashed office, the Donkey's head looking up at him in shock. "Feel your presence filling up my lungs with oxygen
I take you in
I've died
Rebirthing now
I wanna live for love, wanna live for you and me
Breathe for the first time now I come alive somehow
Rebirthing now
I wanna live my life, wanna give you everything
Breathe for the first time now I come alive somehow
Right now" [/i][/center] As the chorus begins, the featureless room changes completely, with a purifying white light flooding into the once dank and dreary surroundings. The background has transformed into a splash of colour and action. Several flat screen monitors make up the wall, each one playing out a different scene of victory from Hayden's colourful career. Right in the center, on the largest of the nine screens, Hayden stands over the lifeless body of his namesake, the Godfather, battered and broken, with no emotion on the tyrant's face. Hayden looks up at the balcony from which he had fallen, blood dripping down his face and over his smiling lips, staining his shining white teeth. Lights flicker in all shades and colours as the scenes unfold, Hayden standing in front of the screens proudly. He had gotten up from the sofa now, looking directly into the camera. As he begins to talk, he beckons toward the monitors behind him, the music fading out to the background as he begins. ~~Hayden HardKore~~
I once was dead, and now I am reborn. Faster, fitter and hungrier than ever. A career, laid out for all to see. Scrutinised, criticised and trivialised over the years, but reality stands. Every time I have entered that ring, I do so with all of my ability, all of my heart and all of my energy.
I don't leave room for "what if's".
This is the attitude that has brough me back from the dead. They said I could not do it. They said that I would never wrestle again. They said to let bygones be bygones and to let that cockroach trample all over my good name, I said no. And now I stand here, looking out over all I have accomplished, and I say to myself...
"It is not enough!" [/i][/center] Hayden motions to one of the screens, just as an image of himself comes into view. He is on fire, falling from a ladder through a pane of glass that is set up between two tables. Around the arena, people stand to their feet, mouths either hanging open or clasped shut with hands covering in shock. Hayden simply smiles at the image on the screen, before holding up a scarred bicep to the camera. The faded scar stretches from just below the shoulder right across to his chest, stopping halfway across the pectorial muscle. ~~Hayden HardKore~~
I give my everything, and it comes at a cost. Many times, I have had to be carted away from the arena, patched up and stitched back together, but I always return. I will not be kept down.
And now that I have faced my demons, I am reborn. The rebirthing of Hayden HardKore setting my sights on the top. Prime time, Saturday Night Knockout. The Dragon's Rage Championship.
I will not settle for anything less, and I will not take no for an answer.
My quest starts tonight with Chris Pederoso. [/center] Hayden stares down the camera as the chorus from "Rebirthing" continues to play in the background. Smiling, he breathes in the air, his eyes closing momentarily. When he opens them again, he has a determined look on his face. He comes closer to the camera, until the entire shot is taken up with his face and torso, whispering into the lens. ~~Hayden HardKore~~
I'm back... [/center][/i] With that, Hayden dons his trademark Aviator sunglasses, restoring a once forgotten smile onto his face. His pearly white teeth glimmer at the camera, glinting in the light as he turns. Hayden proceeds to walk away, leaving the monitors running as the scene draws to an end. "Rebirthing now
I wanna live for love, wanna live for you and me
Breathe for the first time now I come alive somehow" [/color][/b]
Hayden HardKore:
Back, and more HardKore than ever...
[/center][/i][/color][/quote] Finally, with all eyes around the arena glued to the screen as the last words fade, "96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY blares out of the PA system speakers. The crowd, still ambivalent toward the GHW legend, crane their necks to catch a glimpse at the man who slew the Godfather, the man who quelled the tyrant, the Haunting Past, the TRUE Hayden HardKore. The song plays through the introduction and well into the verse before any sign of the Jackass is seen. Blue and white lights flicker across the eager crowd, scanning the faces of those in attendance as the tension mounts. The verse comes and goes, before Hayden appears from behind the entrance curtain, walking with large steps in time with the music, as if wading through muddy swamp-water. "With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the Styx
To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96
Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers passing through it
Where the rules just don't apply" [/i][/center] His face is hidden a white hooded sweatshirt, the hood covering his facial features. With his head bowed, his identity is kept secretive, although one can see the glimmering of Aviator sunglasses out of the corner of the screen. The verse plays through, until the Jackass is standing at the top of the ramp. Without too much rigmarole, he drops to one knee, his left fist on the ground in almost a three point stance; his head remaining bowed as if in prayer. "At the fork turn left a store
But on the right stay free from sight
'Cause 96 quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high
The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm
And entanglement in Hellview
Brings you fear in fifty forms
They've deleted all the tourists
At the bottom of the lake
And not one supports the cause
To leave the blood stay in the veins" [/center][/color] In an instant, the song breaks down, coupled with chaotic white pyrotechnics that fill the entrance stage with a mixture of white sparks and smoke, engulfing the Jackass completely. Before he appears again, Lizzie Morna uses the time to introduce the veteran, poised and ready in the center of the ring. ~~Andrew Porter~~
Introducing secondly.
Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand and weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Twelve Pounds. He is a GHW legend and multiple time champion. The man who ended the reign of the Godfather and claimed back his own name.
The man known as the Jackass... the TRUE Hayden HardKore! [/center] By the time Porter finishes his spiel, the smoke is beginning to clear. Out of the remnants comes Hayden, soaring through the air before hitting the ramp running. He picks up speed as he makes a beeline for the ring. His hooded sweatshirt is gone, but not his trademark Aviator sunglasses, which are still attached firmly to his face. He wears white 3/4 length pants, shimmering softly in the light of the arena. Underneath the pants, the subtle corner of knee pads can be made out, bending and flexing in time with his run. White boots complete the look as the Jackass dashes toward the ring. ~~Trix~~
Hayden has been talking up his return for the past week. He was impressive against his doppelganger, taking away the victory in a match that could have gone either way. With his past behind him. Hayden is definately looking to put his stamp on EVPW...
~~Sang~~
As he said himself. he is back, and more hardcore than ever! Just what that will look like is anybody's guess. He's no spring chicken any longer.
~~Trix~~
Thats HardKore Sang... With a K, not a C.
~~Sang~~
Thats what I said... Hardcore.
Bah, its pronounced the same either way. Lets just call this one shall we? [/center] Hayden slides into the ring, running at full pace, sliding onto one knee in the same motion, till he is merely feet away from his opponent, poised in an almost marriage proposal-like position. His cheesy grin is infectious, plastered across his face like the good old days. Instead of heading straight for his opponent, Hayden makes his way to the turnbuckle, climbing up it to look out over the crowd. Poetically slowly, he removes the Aviators from his face, his twinkling eyes looking out over the crowd. With the same smile, he tosses his shades out into the crowd, where they are fought over by a gaggle of fans before a teenage girl holds them high in victory, screaming at the top of her lungs in the process. She smiles up at the Jackass, awestruck at her aquiration of memorabilia before the Jackass leaps from the turnbuckle. Before Sang or Trix can add any more of the commentary, Hayden has asked for a microphone from ringside, which is promptly given to him. His mannerisms have changed from the Godfather of old, thanking the stage hand for bringing him the mike, and without snatching he takes it from the young man's grasp. He is still smiling as he brings the mike up to his mouth. ~~Hayden HardKore~~
Good god almighty, it is good to be back! [/center] Hayden waits for the cheering to die down before continuing. ~~Hayden HardKore~~
I can't tell you all how nervous I have been about tonight, whether you would all accept me once more, but it seems that you are glad I am here and not that Godfather cockroach you are used to around these parts...
Tonight, I begin my quest. I am shooting for the top of the mountain. Pederoso, nothing personal. I don't really know you from a bar of soap, but you are in my way and hence, you are the first rung of my ladder of success.
Tonight, I show you all that Hayden HardKore is back, and here to stay.
I'm back baby, and more HardKore than ever! [/center] Without warning, just as the Jackass had finished his sentence, he leaps toward Pederoso, taking the youngster by surprise and bludgeoning him across the head with the microphone. Chris falls backward, toppling to the ground just below the turnbuckle while Hayden scrambles to his feet quickly. He lets out an excited cry while getting rid of the mike, before turning his attention back to his opponent, who had backed away slightly in search of a rope to help him to his own feet. ~~Sang~~
Off to a quick start here. Hayden is keen on making a good second first impression to both the fans and the roster.
~~Trix~~
Second first... I'm getting confused. Oh man, this is really going to do my head in! [/center] As Chris Pederoso drags himself to a vertical base, Hayden soars at him once more. He turns around just in time to find the Jackass aiming a shuffle side kick in the direction of his skull. With little time to react, Pederoso takes the full brunt of the impact, sending him back into the ropes unmercilessly... TBCB CP |
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Post by Chris Pederoso on Dec 16, 2009 10:49:10 GMT -4
The force of the stiff side kick from the Jackass nearly decapitates the Ped man, as he clutches his jaw. A tooth was seen flying at his mouth on impact, which a rather obsessed fan happily catches. Hayden wastes no time capitalising on the injured Spaniard, once more aiming his right foot at Pederoso, this time directly into the chest area, forcing the Spaniard into the turnbuckle. As he hits the corner pads, he drops into a sitting position, making himself vulnerable to the oncoming onslaught of the prodigal son. Immediately, with sadistic pace, he begins blasting his right foot into the head and sternum of Pederoso, almost piston like. Pederoso’s head rolls around his shoulders as if he’d just been stampeded on by a herd of Peter Griffin’s. Hayden backs off and gives a yell of adrenaline. The crowd, at this point in the match, begin to show disdain for the new Hayden HardKore.
::Trix::
My god. What’s got into Hayden? He seems to have taken on a kind of crazed……almost psychotic persona.
::Sang::
I doubt he’s changed regarding his personality; he certainly looks a lot more fired up here. I think what we’re seeing is the preverbal caged animal being unleashed.
Disregarding the crowd reaction, Hayden quickly and aggressively drags Chris out of the corner and to his feet. Without warning, Chris is once again planted into the mat with an enormous clothesline. The clothesline looked that bit more impressive as Hayden is the smaller man, smaller yet more animalistic like a wounded pit-bull. As Chris hoists his head off the mat in an attempt to roll over and get to his feet, Hayden stops him in his tracks and sends his head bouncing one again off the mat with a truck like kick directly to the forehead. In the early going of this contest, Hayden seems to have worn Chris out within minutes. The Spaniard, now motionless due to the sadistic actions of his opponent, looks ripe for the picking as Hayden lets himself breathe for a moment, thinking of a suitable submission manoeuvre. After some deliberation, Hayden decides against finishing the match and heads out of the ring to utilise the match type to its fullest extent.
On the mat, Chris rolls onto his stomach and gets himself into a press up like position, hoisting his upper body off the mat. Elsewhere, Hayden ducks down and looks underneath the ring apron for some kind of weapon and lo and behold, out comes a steel ladder. Perhaps not the most obvious of weapons but none the less effective. The Jackass slides the ladder into the ring with himself in quick pursuit, not for one moment taking his eyes off Pederoso who was now leant against the ropes. As Hayden bends down to pick up his weapon, Chris, using his lighting fast reaction time, launches himself at HardKore and mounts his upper body. The vintage tenacity of the Spanish warrior begins to show through as he throws Ricky Hatton like rights and lefts, hitting the forehead and jaw of the veteran. Hayden does his best to cover up before rolling over to relinquish Chris’s mounted position. The two now four feet apart stare each other down, waiting for the other to react.
Woah, did you see how fast the momentum changed. Just as it looked like Chris was gonna put on one of his worst performances, he explodes and does that.
Well….yeah….I saw it, It’s my job. I do see what you mean though, Hayden took too much time just thinking about what he was going to do. Now will Hayden use his head and use his speed to baffle Chris………
Chris reacts first and lands an atomic bomb of a right hand into the now caved face of Hayden.
…..No *facepalm*
Hayden falls backwards onto the mat, almost as if he’d just been shot on in the head. Chris shakes the ain out of his right hand whilst Hayden holds his face in his hands. The former viciousness of Pederoso come back to like as hoists his left leg above the head of Hayden and smashes his boot directly into the forehead area, possibly breaking a finger or two. Hayden does his best to roll away from any more harm and yet Pederoso doesn’t allow it, once again a stiff boot, this time, into the chest area. Hayden doubles over on the mat, clutching his chest and coughing his guts up. Chris takes a second to gather his thoughts, and comes to the conclusion that the ladder should come into play.
Chris walks over to the folded ladder at the right side of the ring, slowly and methodically, he grips the ladder and looks back over at the struggling veteran. He walks back over towards Hayden and instead of unfolding the ladder and mounting it, he simply drops it at Hayden’s wake. The crowd stand in awe….or maybe confusion at Chris’s actions. Chris then drags Hayden, by the leg, closer to the ladder before opening up the ladder to 45 degrees. He then tangles Hayden’s leg between the upper rungs and slowly closes it shut. Chris’s sadistic side comes out as he wastes no time jumping up, extending his legs and lading on the ladder, crushing Hayden’s leg. In doing this, Chris rolls backwards clutching his legs. In retrospect, a pretty stupid thing to do. Hayden screams in agony as he uses his good leg to try and kick the ladder off. He then immediately rolls down his knee pad to relieve some of the pressure to reveal some immediate bruising.
Oh my god!!! Hayden’s leg could well be broken, I mean, look at that instant bruising.
Well there’s hardcore and then there’s this. Pederoso may have taken this too far. It’s not even a title match for god sake, there’s no point hindering the others career.
Chris stands back against the turnbuckle and watches as his fellow returnee writher in anguish. As Hayden’s body begins to settle down, Chris walks over to inflict yet more pain to the Jackass. He wrenches the leg of Hayden, both dragging him to the centre of the ring and pulling at the injured knee. Chris prepares for the first submission hold of the night as he locks HardKore’s right leg underneath his left armpit, before rolling him over onto his stomach. Chris leans back, applying more pressure to the injured knee, causing Hayden to scream in torturous pain. The Jackass tries his best to claw his way to the ring ropes but to no avail as Chris drags him back to the centre of the ring.
As he drags him back, Chris looks up towards the butchertron, only to see his long time friend turned foe Ryan Hughes. Chris facial expression changes, from an intense and focused look to a more angry and vicious visage. Almost as if he’d forgotten about Hayden, he lets go of his leg and climbs out of the ring. With only the ramp separating them, the two men stare each other down. Ryan grins confidently, as if he’d done it for a reason but Chris edges closer to Ryan with violent intent. Suddenly, Ryan points forwards towards the ring and instinctively, Chris looks back only to be greeted by……….
TBCB Hayden
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Dec 18, 2009 4:35:35 GMT -4
OOC: ooh, like one of those continuous story games  Suddenly, Ryan points forwards towards the ring and instinctively, Chris looks back only to be greeted by the sight of the high flying Jackass hurtling through the air at him. Pederoso can do little but bare the impact as Hayden splashes across the 240lb man's chest, sending him sprawling onto his back. Like poetry in motion, Hayden rolls off the body of his opponent and onto his feet, leaning back against the crowd barricade surrounding the ring to catch his breath as fans around the arena begin to warm towards the new and improved Hayden HardKore. A beaming smile spreads across Hayden's face as he feels the long forgotten reassuring pats of encouragement on his back from the fans before he embarks on his journey once more, targeting his younger opponent once more. Still limping from Pederoso's earlier ladder attack, Hayden moves as fast as his limbs will let him, getting back to Chris before the youngster has a chance to find his feet. The Spaniard however, has no intention of getting to his feet and simply drives his body into that of the Jackass. With a hand hooked around the back of Hayden's leg, Chris trips him to the ground. Both men take a tumble as the ensuing brawl erupts. Firstly, Pederoso has the upper hand, mounting himself atop Hayden's torso and attempting to sneak a shot past the veteran's staunch defenses, but Hayden holds firm. As the young, vibrant Pederoso begins to tire, the veteran flips him onto his back and reverses the press. Hayden begins to pummel his opponent with right fists, managing to land two shots unprotected to the head of the Spaniard. With Pederoso slightly dazed, Hayden steps off, gritting his teeth as he steps on his previously weakened knee. Pushing off gingerly, the Jackass heads towards the undercarriage of the ring, lifting the apron to reveal the treasures stored below. ~~Sang~~
SO far, this has been pretty backwards and forwards. Now, Hayden chose this match type, so the more this plays out, the more one has to say that the Hardcore Veteran has the advantage.
~~Trix~~
Talking of advantages, it looks as though Hayden is going for his advantage early. What kind of "advantage" could he find under there?
~~Sang~~
Well, history tells us just how apt Hayden HardKore is at wielding a weapon of any sort. He made his name through matches like these!
~~Trix~~
Pederoso is still young. If he can take away a victory tonight, he would be well on his way in making a name for himself also! [/center] The Jackass rats about under the ring for a while, tossing various items out into the arena in disapproval. An assortment of chairs, wooden planks and steel piping are soon cluttered around ringside before Hayden makes his final choice. The familiar thwack of a Kendo stick is enough to make Pederoso sit up and take notice. Before Hayden can use the weapon to any advantage, his opponent had scrambled to his feet, in time to duck under a wild swing from the veteran. Pederoso, clutching desperately, picks up a steel chair and proceeds to use it as a shield as the Jackass charges at him with a flurry of wild Kendo strikes. Most of the shots clang harmlessly into the make-shift shield, but the last shot raps the young Spaniard on the knuckles, causing Pederoso to loose his grip on the chair momentarily. Hayden smells the blood in the water, and swings once more. The strike connects with Pederoso's head with a resounding crack, causing the young man's legs to crumble beneath him. Before long, a large, red welt forms on the forehead of the Spaniard, while Hayden tosses the near broken weapon aside. Smiling, Hayden imitates a headache as he turns around to face Chris once more. Grunting, he lifts Pederoso to his feet, eying up the corner of the ring. He yanks on the Spaniard's wrist to Irish Whip him toward the waiting steel steps, but CP reverses the move, sending the veteran slamming into the unforgiving steel with a crash. The impact is enough to dislodge the top half of the step from the bottom, which lumbers its way to the floor as Hayden topples over it. Hayden had taken the full force of the impact on his knee, the same leg that had been targeted earlier by the young Pederoso. With a howl of pain, the Jackass clutches at the knee, holding it in both hands as he lies on his back, oblivious to the enclosing opponent towering above him. ~~Trix~~
Bang!
I can almost feel the impact from where I am sitting...
~~Sang~~
And that is not good news for the wily veteran, Hayden HardKore. It seems Pederoso has found a target area, a weak spot perhaps in the seemingly impenetrable defenses of the Jackass.
~~Trix~~
A chink in the armour?
Well, Hayden is the most resilient wrestler I have come across in a long time. how many times had people counted the Jackass down and out, yet he gets up and carries on?
He is unpredictable at the best of times, but in his element, he's just plain dangerous! [/center] Pederoso looks down at his opponent, whose eyes are shut tighter than the vault door at Fort Knox. With a confident scowl on his face, CP grabs the ankle of Hayden's bad leg, dropping down to lock in a Single Leg Lock. Instantly, Hayden begins to writhe about in pain, trying to turn the hold over or to break Pederoso's vice-like hold on his leg. The pressure is applied to the Jackass' knee even further and Hayden's eyes shoot open as wide as dinner plates at an all you can eat T-Bone steak buffet. Desperately, Hayden reaches out and grabs Pederoso, wrapping bath hands behind his opponent's head and pulling him in toward the Jackass. As he does so, he kicks out with his free leg, trying to rid himself of the painful submission hold. He catches Pederoso with his foot on the tip of the elbow, sending shock-waves up the arm and into the fingers. As a result, Pederoso releases the hold long enough for the Jackass to slip out. Slowly, Hayden limps away to safety, while the Spaniard clasps and unclasps his hand to assess any nerve damage. Grunting in satisfaction, Pederoso heads off after his opponent once more. He reaches out an hand as he gets closer, looking to grab the Jackass by the shoulder and spin him around, but the New Zealand native beats him to the punch and spins around himself, grabbing the youngster's outstretched hand and locking in a standing Wrist Lock. With the hand taken care of, Hayden uses his dangerous feet once more, planting two well targeted kicks to the armpit of the young hopeful. Each kick is met with a grunt of discomfort, but the Wrist Lock stops any chance of fighting back. With the arm now tenderized nicely, Hayden moves into the next step. With a flick of the wrist and a twist of the arm, Hayden wraps Pederoso's wrist around his back and grabs a hold of the elbow with his free hand. Twisting the arm further locks in the Hammer Lock and receives a second howl of pain in reward from the youngster. Desperately, the Spaniard tries to escape the hold, but Hayden holds firm, driving him into the crowd barricade so that there is nowhere for him to run to. Slowly, Pederoso wears himself down, tiring from fighting off the veteran. The crowd, eager to see blood, scream for more to the Jackass, yelling advice at him for which weapon to test out next. Hayden lets go of his opponent, letting him droop down to the mat once more. Grinning to himself, he looks behind him towards the rubble of weapons that scatter the floor. As he beckons behind him, the crowd around the arena begin to cheer in approval, while the Jackass makes his way over to make his selection. ~~Trix~~
Hayden is making the crowd feel like part of the show here. Just what is he planning here?
~~Sang~~
Well, I am sure that a veteran performer like Hayden HardKore want to ensure that the fans get their money's worth! He just better hurry up with it, Pederoso is not going to wait for him all day! [/center] Smiling, Hayden picks up a selection of weapons, of all different shapes, types and sizes. Beaming, he holds up a steel chair, waving it around to listen to the crowd response. The amped crowd boo loudly at his decision, so the Jackass shrugs and tosses the chair aside. Next, he holds up a length of steel piping. again, the crowd disapprove, so Hayden tosses it aside. A third item is held up in the air, a Genuine Louisville Slugger Baseball Bat. Hayden holds it up proudly, swinging it through the air as he listens for the response. The crowd are split, some boo, some cheer, others are watching Pederoso begin to get to his feet instead. Hayden too notices the movement and tosses all of the other weapons aside, selecting the bat as his form of punishment. Before Pederoso can figure out exactly what is going on, Hayden had the baseball bat wrapped tightly around his neck, wrenching it from behind to cut of the air circulation. CP gasps for air as the hold is locked in. Desperately, he swims around for a way out. He is just about to concede, when... TBTB CP |
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Post by Chris Pederoso on Dec 22, 2009 20:53:54 GMT -4
Chris’s arms flap wildly, trying desperately to grab something to separate himself from the maniac like Hayden HardKore. Chris’s hands become faint, as does his entire arms due to the lack of circulation. Before Chris entirely fades into unconsciousness, Hayden releases his hold and wields the bat in his right hand, looking for a target. The returning HardKore tactically walks around the knelt Ped man and pin points his spot before…….CRACK…..Hayden smashes the bat into the upper arm and shoulder region of Chris’s right arm. The fans in the front row flinched before the bat made its impact, only to look back and see the Spaniard on the padded flooring. Pederoso rolls in agony, as if trying to find some kind of salvation for his injured arm. Hayden merely looks on, as if planning the final steps of Pederoso’s demise.
What the hell, I mean sure that was a pretty impactful wallop, but why didn’t he take his damn head off. I was so looking forward to seeing a Spanish meatball rolling on by *sniggers*.
Ok first, Spanish meatballs are called ‘albondigas’. Secondly, your psychotic mind never ceases to amaze me, He may have broken Pederoso’s arm there and you’re laughing? But do you not think that was a great strategic move there by Hayden? Now Chris is easy pickings for a submission.
The Ped man’s discomfort looks to be at an intolerable level as his rolling slows down. Hayden then walks over and aggressively rips Chris up by his hair, as though wanting to yank the hair from his head. He then tosses the broken carcass of Pederoso under the bottom rope, HardKore abruptly joins him in the squared circle to conduct Chris’s downfall. Chris just lies there, motionless, on his stomach. Not moving a muscle, suggesting his body has had enough. The veteran superstar then dives towards him on the mat, reminiscent of a homeless man diving to the ground for a cigarette. HardKore then wrenches Chris’s right arm behind his back and pushes his forearm up towards his neck, putting severe pressure on Chris’s bicep and triceps’ muscles. Chris gives a short, sharp scream of pain.
Every so often, Hayden wrenches the arm upwards, exalting the pressure. The referee, like Hayden, dives to the mat to check the fight left in Pederoso. ASK HIM!!!....The referee complies and asks Pederoso if he wants to give in and fight another day…..NO!!. Some of the more affluent fans in the front row give a short cheer, showing the appreciation for the Ped man’s spirit. Hayden’s facial expression shows a look of sheer intensity and frustration, as Chris’s shows a look of torture…..kinda like a Chinese man on the toilet. Yet Chris fights on, he claws forwards toward the ropes despite Hayden’s efforts to hinder this. Before getting to the bottom rope, Hayden relinquishes the hold, much to the relief of Pederoso. Instead of getting into a frustrated hissy fit, the experienced HardKore immediately launches his right foot into the exposed ribs of Pederoso.
This match cannot last that much longer, Chris is extremely fatigued, after all this is his first match back in action.
HardKore seems to have things under control here but he can’t get complacent. We’ve seen this before where Pederoso miraculously recovers and gets this heroic victory. Hayden can’t let that happen.
(I apologize for the lack of writing here, it’s no disrespect to you or anything. It’s just with Christmas and New Year coming up I just don’t have the time mate)
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Dec 22, 2009 22:38:26 GMT -4
Neither of us have the time to finish this, and I don't even have internet connection at the moment so can we either call this a No Contest or judge it based on one post each??? Staff? I don't mind either way.
Sorry, blame Telstra Clear (grrrrr)
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Post by Chris Pederoso on Dec 23, 2009 12:42:22 GMT -4
I concur.....Can you please judge this match on the first two posts to make it fair
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