Hayden Vs TNT falls count anywhere

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Immortal by Adema is pumped through the arena as Tayler makes his way onto the stage via the crushed Velvet entrance curtain. Wearing his typical wrestling wear he poses at the top of the ramp much to the frustration of all in attendance. The fans vent their frustrations as then jeer and boo the harbinger of pain although their efforts seem to have no affect on him as he begins his journey to the ring.


Lizzie" The following contest is a Falls count anywhere match. Introducing first, weighing in at 240 pounds standing at 6ft 4 inches, hailing from Belfast, Ireland. He is Tayler Nathan Thomas.

Tayler slowly struts down the ramp, ignoring everyone in attendance, his eyes seemingly more focussed than they have been in the last few months. He arrives a the ring and purposly walks round to the steel steps and gracefully scales them before entering the ring to await his opponent.


ooc Hayden feel free to get the first action post in.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Blackout

Afew whoops and screams can be heard in the darkness, as the restless crowd wait for the arrival of the Jackass. In the darkness, the Butcher Tron flickers into life. Like a ray of sunshine in a black world, eyes are drawn toward the screen, the dreary image on the Butcher Tron barely visible at first...

The screen is lit dimly with a single white light in the center, much like looking down a very long tunnel to the light at the end. The small image illuminated by the light is blurred beyond recognition. As "The Gauntlet" by Demon Hunter begins to play, the image slowly becomes larger and larger, the camera closing in on it till the light fills the screen. A full length shot of the shadowy, blurry outline of a man's figure fills the screen. Slowly, the man reaches up toward his head, removing a shadowy pair of sunglasses from his face. The light catches in the lens of the Aviators, ricocheting the beam directly into the camera. The screen fills with light as a result, hiding the man's figure in the blinding glow.



When the light fades away, the figure is back, this time in colour and as clear as day. Hayden HardKore stands before the camera, dressed in a white t-shirt and black denim pants. Across the front of the t-shirt, "More HardKore than Ever..." is scrawled in blood red. He beams a smile at the camera before speaking in an excited, yet aptly controlled tone.

"Guess who?"

He looks directly at the camera, flinging his trademark aviators to the side, just off screen before continuing.

"I know what everybody thinks of me. I read the critics. Nobody cares about Hayden HardKore anymore. I'm old news, I'm the legend of yesterday who should have just remained anonymous in my new life.
Look at the past few months. I make my triumphant return, unveiling the sordid truth of my past, pour out my heart as to all the horrors that I have been through to clean my name once more and people sympathize...
They sympathise, but they don't really care. I am not needed in this business anymore.

You know what... The critics are right."

Hayden begins pacing toward the camera, his shoes clunking on the pavement with the slight hint of splashing, as if walking through a very shallow puddle. As he walks, the camera begins to move backwards to accommodate him, keeping him in the same shot. He talks with animated gestures, his face and hands telling the story of the passion that fills his veins.

"I'm no spring chicken. There are any number of guys in the locker room that could fill my shoes and do a half decent job. But you know what, it's just not the same.

If you look into my eyes, you see a passion that burns brighter than the Olympic Torch. You can read the lines on my face like a book, a face that tells of my journey to hell and back. The smile has returned to my face, the joy has returned to my heart and the desire has once again filled my veins.

Desire... It is desire that has got me here, desire that saw me rehabilitate myself and take down that tyrant Godfather. Desire saw me get back into the ring after two years of misery and loneliness. A burning, aching desire that is going to see me claim my rightful place at the top of the pile in EVPW.
Chris Pederoso saw this desire at Equinox. He was a younger, faster, stronger opponent who fought valiantly, yet was put away as the first step on my quest.

What is my desire?
It is simple, to prove that I am the best.

I am going to beat everybody who has the guts to challenge me, to show that I am not just full of hot air. A wise man once said "To be the best, you have to beat the best", then punctuated it with a "Wooooo".
Well, I am the best, so who's going to beat me?"

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The screen once again fades to black, with the last line reverberating around the arena. Once more, the Solid Core Gymnasium is plunged into blackness and silence and once again, the crowd begins to grow restless with anticipation. The tension is thick enough to be seen through the blackout, as the New Zealand native toys with his fans. Finally, out of the darkness, a voice booms through the speakers.

"You answered the call..."

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Before the line is even finished being uttered, CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" blares out in the background, cutting through the tension in the process. The entire entrance stage erupts as an explosion of white pyrotechnics is detonated, engulfing the width of the stage just underneath the Butcher Tron. With the explosion, comes the figurative explosion from the crowd, who stand to their feet as one army, venting all of the built up tension and anticipation at the arrival of Hayden HardKore. The song plays through well into the verse, with no sign of the Jackass. Searchlights flicker around the arena, scanning the crowd quickly and in no particular order.

On the screen, a close up of Hayden's smiling face is shown, complete with his trademark Aviators. The shot flickers between his beaming smile to various shots of his past and present life, telling the story of his career to date. The same shot is replayed on a number of occasions throughout the video, showing Hayden HardKore and his evil clone, the Godfather, falling uncontrollably before coming to land in a crumpled heap of bodies and table below them. All the while, the shot of Hayden's smiling face continues to superimpose itself into the shots, almost as a transition between different scenes. His face mouths several slogans, which pile onto the screen as he talks

"Anytime, anywhere... I'll be waiting."

"I'm back, and more HardKore than ever..."

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The song continues to play, still with no sign of the Jackass in the darkness.

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"With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the sticks
To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96.

Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply."

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~~Ray White~~
Well, I know that Hayden HardKore always did play up the crowd a little, but this is ridiculous. The tension is killing me!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden has had a nice run since making his big comeback into the world of wrestling. He is undefeated in his return, and claiming that he could take on any challenger.

Well, that challenge was heard loud and clear by TNT. This would be a huge stepping stone for either man tonight. One thing is for sure, Falls Count Anywhere... This is not going to be pretty, but it will be fun to watch.

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"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
Over-flooded 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."

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Another explosion hits the entrance ramp, localised this time to the center, directly in front of the entrance curtain. As the pyrotechnics continue to fire, the stage fills with smoke, billowing out around the ankles from the center of the pyrotechnics display. Strobe lights flash around the blackened out arena, as a figure can be seen appearing from behind the smoke and white fire. The strobe lighting makes his movements seem disjointed and robotic, as he makes his way out of the entranceway and into the arena properly.

He is wearing his trademark Aviator sunglasses and a large smile on his face. When the lights return to normal, a spotlight is shone onto him, following him as he moves around the stage. Hayden HardKore had arrived.

He continues to move down the ramp, whipping his Aviators off his head to see the crowd better. He swings them around his hand as he walks, the smile plastered on his face out of sheer excitement. He looks pumped and ready for action, yet he turns his attention to the fans, not his opponent just yet. He wraps his Aviators onto the face of a teenager leaning over the entrance ramp barricade, effectively making the spotty teen's life, as judged by the expression on his face, before continuing to turn his attention toward the ring and the match at hand. As he does so, making his way slowly toward the ring, Lizzie Morna takes the opportunity to introduce him.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
And introducing secondly. hailing from Wellington, New Zealand and weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Eleven Pounds.

He is a GHW legend and multiple time champion.

The man known as the Jackass... Hayden HardKore!

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"Here, three miles back is where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted was an answer"

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As Hayden nears the ring, he picks his pace up, till the point where he is running full tilt toward the squared circle. Without so much as slowing down, he slides into the ring, coming up onto one knee in the same motion as the slide so that he stops just feet away from his opponent in a marriage proposal-like stance. With a cheeky grin on his face, he blows TNT a kiss before leaping to his feet and backing away with a skip in his step.

TNT shakes his head, the anger growing inside him from being left waiting and then taunted cheekily by the wily veteran, yet he does not advance, simply biding his time instead. Hayden turns to the crowd, acknowledging the masses of Jackass fans that have piled into attendance. around the arena, the banners and signs proclaiming the "End of Innocence" catch Hayden's eye, reminding him that this is a big stage. With an appreciatively nodding head, Hayden realises that only a win tonight is acceptable.

~~Ray White~~
As sexy as Hayden is, I think he is all talks JP. And he has talked a big game leading up to tonight. He put himself on the level of Vladimir Strife, saying that the Behemoth was "scared of him" and that he could beat anybody on the roster at any type of match.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Its time to put up or shut up now Ray.
Every piece of history and research that I have done points to the fact that Hayden walks the walk as well as he talks the talk. TNT is not an easy opponent in any sense of the word... In fact, he is one of the toughest S.O.B's that the Jackass will ever face. But for his own pride and reputation, Hayden NEEDS to win tonight, he just NEEDS to.

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When Hayden turns back around to face TNT once more, he finds his opponent glaring at him, ready to go. Hayden smiles once more, just waiting for the bell to sound the start of the match...

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[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Soon, the air is filled with a buzzing atmosphere as the bell sounds the start of the bout. Both men eye each other up, circling around and looking for any chinks in the armour of the other. The circles slowly become tighter and tighter until both men are within reach, close enough to feel the breath of their nemesis from across the way. TNT extends his arms reaching for a grapple and the crowd respond as the pair look to lock horns for the first time. With other ideas in his mind, Hayden swats TNT's arms away and the crowd quieten down as a result.

Tayler reaches across for a second time, this time swinging a fist at the Jackass, who narrowly dodges the strike, all the while with a grin on his face. Still, the veteran circles around his opponent, an obvious spring in his step. A third time, TNT lunges at Hayden, this time stepping forward and leaping at the kiwi with an extended forearm. Again, Hayden dodges the lunge, adding to the embarrassment with a back heel kick that sends TNT reeling into the ropes. His face red with frustration and his blood boiling in anticipation, Tayler Nathan Thomas tugs at his hair, his eyes wildly trying to suss out what Hayden's game is. Hayden does not make an effort to follow his kick up, choosing instead to bounce from the ball of one foot to the other, his eyes sparkling with delight at his psychological games while he smiles almost sweetly at his opponent. TNT lets out a frustrated yell before pushing himself off the ropes again.

~~Ray White~~
Not exactly the quickest start to a match the we have ever seen JP. In fact, I'd say that this is a bit of a let down really.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden is pulling the tempo of the match into his own hands. He is an experienced veteran who knows that the easiest way to win is controlling the match. Look at his face cool, calm and collected.

~~Ray White~~
I see other things when I look at his face. Like long walks on the beach, moonlit lights on the veranda sipping apple martinis...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Ugh. Stop Ray, please. I think I am going to loose my dinner. Some things are better left in your head, like everything you want to say.

How about you just sit there and smile and I will do all of the talking, okay?

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Tayler's patience had run out. Sick of the games that Hayden was playing with him, he strides towards the Jackass, poised and ready to cause some damage. He swats a fist at Hayden, catching him across the jaw and turning his head to the side in the process. When Hayden brings his head back level, his mouth had worked its way once again into a cheeky grin. This only serves to fuel TNT more. In a desperate attempt to wipe the smile of Hayden's face permanently, he unleashes with a barrage of left and right fists. Most of the blows do not find their target, as the red film of anger shrouds TNT's vision, but afew land squarely on Hayden's head and shoulders. The Jackass, used to taking a beating, weathers the storm, the last blow of which had staggered him somewhat before finally breaking his silence.

Unexpectedly, Hayden springs into action as he regains his balance, launching himself at TNT and taking the heavyweight right off his feet with a sickening thud from his clothesline. Hayden motions for Thomas to get back up, before downing the big man a second time with another clothesline. This time, Hayden continues charging forward after making contact with his opponent, bounding into the ropes and rebounding back across the ring while his opponent tries to stand once more. Hayden leapfrogs over his staggering nemesis before spring-boarding off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As he flies thought the air, he corkscrews around, drilling his shoulder into the chest of his opponent. All TNT can do is take the impact, having no time to put up any defenses against the Jackass' sudden onslaught. This time, Tayler stays down, not so quick to reach his feet after the third blow. His chest heaves rapidly, each breath filling his lungs with precious air. His face is already wet with sweat, his eyes screwed up as if he was eating a sour lemon.

Rolling in the new found momentum, Hayden kips up to his feet, reveling in the loud pop from the crowd in response. He takes afew moments to rev the fans up and start up a "Jackass" chant before focusing once more on the match at hand.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
There had to be a breaking point for TNT's patience. Hayden has made him wait, lingering over the start of the match. From the very start, he has played with the poor guy's mind, and Tayler finally became sick of it.

~~Ray White~~
Sure, TNT landed afew good shots on Hayden, even rocked him momentarily, but it looked as though Hayden simply rode out the tornado before kicking things up a notch.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
What, no sexual innuendo about Hayden 'playing with things other than his mind'?

~~Ray White~~
No JP... That would be immature.

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As Jimmy Pate scoffs at Ray's cheeky comment, TNT had managed to find his way to a vertical base once more, using the ring ropes for assistance. Hayden hears the chants of his loyal supporters, and nods to himself, knowing himself to have the match in the palm of his hand. He charges once more, dashing across the ring and lining TNT's head up with a Running Knee Lift, but his angered opponent sees him coming and ducks his shoulder down, lifting Hayden high into the air and flipping him backwards over the ring ropes. The Jackass soars through the air like a baby bird learning to fly by falling out of its nest. However, unlike the baby bird, he does not quite pick up the art in time and comes crashing down to earth with a dull thud as he hits the lightly padded concrete of the Solid Core Gymnasium.

The crowd's chants subside as Hayden exits the ring, turning instead to a collective gasp as he splats awkwardly on the ground just outside the ring. Ireland's Own steps through the ropes so that he is standing on the ring apron, looking down at his nemesis, then takes his 240lb frame to the air, both fists raised over his head in a Double Axe Handle. Hayden is on all fours by the time Tayler comes crashing down, slamming his Double Axe Handle into the small of the New Zealander's back, flattening him to the ground once more. The ability to finally get his hands on the wily veteran comes as a welcome chance, with TNT almost licking his lips with anticipation as he stoops town to pick the Jackass up.

Tayler lifts the 211lb body of Hayden HardKore onto his shoulders, in a Cliffhanger position, the fire still raging in his eyes. Dropping to his knees, TNT drops Hayden head first onto the corner of the ring. Hayden's chin slams into the metal framing of the ring, snapping it back at an bone chillingly rapid rate, receiving another gasp from the crowd. Hayden falls to the ground again, this time clutching at his face in some sort of vain attempt to wipe away the agony. TNT towers above Hayden, smiling a cocky smile as he surveys his handy-work. He turns to share his mind with the abusive ringside fans, who had been screaming obscenities at him for the best part of the match now, getting right in the face of a much smaller twenty-something male and telling him to "sit down and shut up" a request to which the man reluctantly obliges... for now.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
TNT is taking absolutely no prisoners tonight. Talk about a teeth-jarring shot. I wonder how many of his teeth Hayden HardKore just swallowed!

~~Ray White~~
So he swallows then?
Thats one of the questions off my list for when I finally get to interview the hunky Jackass.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Thank goodness Hayden has had the sense of mind to decline every interview you have offered him. What was his last excuse, "I am doing my hair that night?"

You think he might be avoiding you?

~~Ray White~~
Never!
I respect a guy who takes pride in his appearance. He has to look his best for our "interview" anyway

Again, Jimmy is heard to swallow a small chuckle at Ray's ignorance, while the match rages on. TNT once again lifts his opponent to his feet, wasting little time before flinging him toward the crowd barricade. Hayden slams into the black steel barricade with enough force to move it from its moorings, coming to rest with half of his body lying across it and into the front row of the crowd. The patrons in the front row, amped to be so much closer to the action than anticipated, scream in appreciation for having a Jackass landing almost in their laps. Their screams turn to cries of terror as TNT approaches, swinging a wild forearm across the throat of the Jackass. Spit is expelled from Hayden's lips, floating almost in slow motion through the air before landing afew rows back, spraying across three or four people. A second forearm strike pushes the last of the wind out of Hayden's lungs, causing him to slide off the barricade and collapse with his back against the steel. His chest rises and falls shallowly, as he tries to coax his winded lungs into sucking in more air, yet TNT has other ideas.

Tayler backs up a few steps, trailing his leg like a bull before charging back at the Jackass, driving the point of his knee into the temple of the veteran New Zealander. Hayden head is slammed between the steel barricade and TNT's knee. One can almost see the life fade out of Hayden's eyes as he topples over sideways to lie lifeless underneath the shadow of the crowd barricade, his rampaging opponent still towering over him.

~~Ray White~~
Jesus, TNT is really playing for keeps tonight!
He is holding nothing back and taking absolutely no prisoners.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Like his name says, that was like a stick of dynamite going off.
I could practically feel that from here. I know that the Jackass can take a beating as good, if not better than anybody in EVPW, but that is the kind of impact that ends careers right there.

TNT isn't out there to simply win a match. He is out there to dominate one of the best in the business.

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Once again, TNT stoops down to pick up his battered opponent. He walks the Jackass back over toward the ring, and the steel steps surrounding it. Sensing what is about to come, the crowd rise up into a chorus of booing and jeering as the pair approach. Hayden's legs drag almost like dead-weights behind him, as the Irishman yanks his opponent in the direction of his next adventure...

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