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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2010 21:25:53 GMT -4
Kasabian Stalker's ContractAs the much anticipated main event draws nearer, the crowd begin to file back into the arena. Those that had quickly snuck out the concourse of the arena to grab a drink or go to the toilet find their way back to their seats as to not miss a second of the action. The Madhouse packed arena is in a buzz, with the loyalty of the fans beginning to shine through. Much like a football match between to fierce rival teams, the arena seems to be split with the EVPW fans situated on the left hand side of the arena and the GHW loyal crowding the right. The chanting in support of the respective brands increases as the match draws nearer, with the fence sitting portion of the crowd torn between which to support. To add to the tense air of anticipation and rivalry around the arena, the usual ring announcer, Lizzie Morna is joined in the center of the ring by GHW's own Charlie Coors. Both stand with pleasant smiles on their face, the difference being that Lizzie looks good in her smile, yet the silly grin on Charlie's face simply makes him look goofy. ”The much anticipated showdown. EVPW, renewed, revamped and ready to show what they are worth squaring off against the powerhouse that is GHW.
Interestingly enough, the GHW representative is a former EVPW star himself. But this is bigger than Hayden HardKore, Ray… This is about pride and bragging rights.”
”Last we saw of Hayden HardKore in EVPW he had just vanquished his evil twin. Since then, the man has gone on to bigger and better things, winning the GHW New Age and King of the Deathmatch Championship in one foul swoop.
If Kasabian could defeat the man tonight, then it would prove that EVPW is greater than GHW, as the dual Champion is the best of the best, the king of the GHW mountain.”
”Like I said. This is bigger than just Hayden versus Kasabian. This is the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. Something has got to give.[/i] Soon, the lights around the arena dim and the TitanTron flicks into life. The EVPW logo is displayed proudly on the screen as a familiar bout of heavy breathing echoes creepily throughout the arena. Reluctantly, the EVPW side of the arena rise to their feet to greet their gladiator, torn between supporting their brand and having to support their perverted Champion. In contrast, the GHW section of the crowd have no problem joining in a damning chorus of boos and jeers, inevitably drowning out the ambivalent cheering of the EVPW fans. While Lizzie Morna raises the microphone to speak for the first time in announcing the Main Event of the Madhouse Pay-Per-View, a robotic, metallic sounding voice signals the entry of the controversial Champion. ”Come With Me…”[/i][/color] A cheesy synthesiser sounds out the familiar music of “Bones” by the Killers, while the lights around the arena flash out a spastic flurry of purple, white and green lighting in rapid succession. While the backdrop of the entrance stage is draped with an “EVPW” curtain that falls from the top railing to cover the entranceway completely, the giant screen now flashes with the name of EVPW’s Champion representative. 'Kasabian Stalker'[/i][/b] The words, placed center screen amids a black background , rotate around to show the reverse, then back toward the front of the screen again. As the face of the words come around for the second time, the text had changed, now reading: 'The Pervert'[/i][/b] ”Ladies and Gentlemen. The following is a Champion versus Champion match. We have a representative from both EVPW and GHW to fight for brand supremacy.
The following match will be a 60 Minute Iron Man Match. Each pin-fall, submission or count-out victory will gain the competitor a point for his respective federation.
Introducing first…
Representing Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling. He hails from Chicago, Illinois and wighs in tonight at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds.
The EVPW Imperial Champion. The Pervert, Kasabian Stalker![/i] For once, Lizzie Morna seems happy to welcome Kasabian to the arena, yet the man does not seem to share her enthusiasm. After brushing aside the giant EVPW curtain to reveal himself, he looks out over the GHW fans with a look of disgust, as one would expect. However, when he looks over to the EVPW section of the crowd, the look remains on his face, stopping short the small voices of support he had been given, until only the chorus of booing remains. As the lyrics for the song begin to echo out, the video on the jumbo screen transitions to show a collection of disturbing images. Stalker's video does not show images of his in-ring prowess, but moreso his voyeuristic skills. The video shows him in a number of controversial positions, peeping in locker rooms, looking up the skirts of young ladies in the supermarket and every second or third image is superimposed with "The Pervert" bringing an rather familiar pair of women's panties to his face, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. In all of the shots, the same euphoric smile is worn across his face, the smile of one that is up to no-good, and loving it. "We took a back road.
We're gonna look at the stars.
We took a back road in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands.
But I don't really like you,
apologetically dressed in the best,
but on a heartbeat glide.
Without an answer,
the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry."[/i][/color] While Kasabian makes his way to the ring, Lizzie Morna remains positively supporting her brand. He ignores the fans on the way down the ramp, making a beeline for the attractive woman in the center of the squared circle. He is quick to take the stairs, brushing back his imaginary hair and running a hand over his well oiled scalp. Stepping inside, he steps right over to Lizzie Morna, who tries as hard as she can to uphold her instructions to support the disgusting pervert. Cracks are beginning to form in her smile as Stalker rubs himself up against the ring announcer, yet she does not back away. Her eyes scream of violation as he runs his hands over her shoulder and down her back, before trailing over to his own button-up trackpants. He takes a single step backwards, just enough for Lizzie to gain a full view of him before tearing the pants off, much like a male stripper would. It is all Morna can do to avoid throwing up as she looks away, leaving Stalker to de-robe theatrically in the center of the ring, tossing his discarded trackpants and tank-top to the not so eagerly, waiting official. "Don't You wanna come with me?
Don't you wanna feel my bones, on your bones
It's only natural..."Wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into, Charlie Coors readies himself for the announcement of his GHW superstar. ”Ahem…
And introducing secondly…”[/i] TBC HH
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Dec 7, 2010 23:38:46 GMT -4
Click here for Hayden's ContractAs Coors utters his first word of introduction, a second banner is draped over the entranceway, covering the giant EVPW banner. The second banner is in the same style, a large black curtain with giant block letters in the center, ensuring all know which brand the competitor is representing. With the negative reception that Stalker had received now out of the way, the crowd are ready to receive the GHW Champ with open arms. Even some of the boisterous fans from EVPW’s section of the crowd begin to cheer for the Jackass, remembering him from the EVPW of old. The arena is a hive of anticipation as Hayden’s music is anticipated. The crowd do not have to wait long, however, as the familiar sound of CKY’s “96 Quite Bitter Beings” echoes throughout the Madhouse Arena, sending the crowd into overdrive. As the music plays, the lights dim down. The ButcherTron once again flashes into action, displaying the proudly shimmering GHW logo atop its screen,before zooming out to reveal the logo as the front panel on a t-shirt. The camera continues to zoom out, showing the wearer of the t-shirt to be none other than the very man whose music is currently playing, Hayden HardKore. Only a scattering of small searchlights scan the arena. Before long, the lights converge in the center of the entrance ramp, a thin whisp of smoke now filling the stage. The crowd rise to their feet as they see a familiar shadowy silhouette standing against the combined EVPW/ GHW Madhouse backdrop. The shadowy man is kneeling, his hands stretched out wide as if asking the heavens for strength. Behind him, a second figure stands, his hands placed on the kneeling man's shoulders. As the light shines upon both men, it catches first on the simple brown robes of the man standing behind the Undisputed Champion. Padre Caton Mendez stands smiling proudly at his Champion, each of his hands placed upon the gold of the dual titles slung over Hayden's shoulder. His left hand is placed upon the New Age Championship, his right upon the King of the Deathmatch Title. Hayden lifts his bowed head up, staring into the lights around the arena as the illuminate his way forward. ~~Charlie Coors~~
The second competitor tonight is representing the all powerful Glory and Honor Wrestling. HE hails from Wellington, New Zealand and weighs in tonight at One Hundred and Ninety Three Pounds.
Being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Padre Caton Mendez, the current Undisputed Champion, holding both the New Age Championship and the King of the Deathmatch Championship.
He is the man known as the Jackass... Hayden Hard-Kore!
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Here he is, the man himself. It has been a long time since Hayden HardKore has come to EVPW to compete, but today, it is as part of the ‘enemy’.
~~Ray White~~
I think I speak for all of these fans when I say ‘Hayden HardKore could never be the enemy of EVPW’… He is far, far too cute.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Oh sure. Well, if he wins tonight, then EVPW is left without a Champion. With no Champion, there is nothing to aim for the stars on the roster. That means no passion, no pride and no pay-checks for us.
Still think this is all sugar canes and gumdrop smiles Ray?
No… Hayden HardKore has crossed over, he is a backstabbing son of a bitch and I can’t believe I am saying this, but I am pulling for Kasabian Stalker in this one. [/center] "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 pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply"[/color] With his manager, Father Mendez in tow, Hayden takes off running down the ramp. Wasting no more time than he already had, He dashes down the ramp, his aviator sunglasses still attached to his head and black GHW t-shirt. As he does so, he slaps the outstretched hands of his fans down the left hand side of the entrance ramp, before sliding into the ring. Mendez walks down the right hand side of the ramp, bowing respectfully to fans he greets along the way. As Hayden slides, he comes up onto one knee. His GHW shirt is proudly displayed, receiving loud cheers from one half of the arena and half-hearted boos from the other. Clearly, the positive response far outweighs the negative. Hayden looks over at his 240lb foe standing opposite him, licking his lips as if sizing up a potential mate and a shiver runs down the base of his spine. Shaking the uncomfortable feeling off, Hayden whips the aviator sunglasses off his head and tosses them high into the air, out over the GHW section of the crowd. They are eagerly swallowed up by a sea of Jackass fans. The shirt, too, is soon discarded into the crowd and met with the same reception. While Mendez, his manager looks on, Hayden sets his targets on his opponent for the first time. The referee, unsure how much longer he can hold the tense situation before it explodes in his face, calls for the time to start and sounds the bell to begin the match. -____________________________________________________________________- *Ding*- The time is set at “60:00” on the Titan Tron’s timer. Slowly, the time begins to count down: “59:59, 59:58…” Both men advance on the other. Having never stepped inside the ring with the man opposite themselves, neither is willing to charge in. Kasabian knows full well of Hayden’s accomplishments throughout his career, and so the same mistake he had made with some of his other opponents of underestimating them, clearly is not the case tonight. Hayden, similarly, knows of Kasabian’s accomplishments in his short career so far. Having watched EVPW’s Wednesday Night Genesis religiously, Hayden knows better than to assume he can best his opponent. The smaller of the two men, Hayden is first to advance, taking matters into his own hands. He dashes at Kasabian, making the big man bite, before darting away in the opposite direction again. Kasabian is left clutching at air and looking frustrated with the whole situation. Hayden turns around to face him again, smiling over at his opponent and tapping his head knowingly as if to point out where his brain is kept. Kasabian snarls at him and shakes his head in disgust. Again, the pair advance on each other, this time mutually. They lock horns in a Collar and Elbow tie. Stalker quickly gains the better of his opponent, using his strength to toss the Cruiserweight GHW Champion across the ring like a rag doll. Hayden slams uncomfortably into the canvas, his head bouncing off the ground like a basketball that has started to go flat. The Pervert seems to enjoy the whole scene and the ease at which Hayden flew through the air. What he does not count on is how fast the Jackass manages to rise to his feet again. The Jackass, having been tossed around throughout most of his career, knows that the best way to send a message to your opponent is to get up quickly from the first shot. So he does, catching Stalker completely off guard. Hayden charges at the Pervert, tackling him to the ground by clipping his legs. The pair soon roll about, each pummeling the other with wild fists without so much as a care to their own safety. Essentially, the wrestling match had become a school-yard brawl. ~~Jimmy Pate~~
It looks like all technique has gone out the window Ray. These men both want to send a message to the other, and to the world. As far as they are concerned, the winner will be able to call himself the best of the best of the best.
~~Ray White~~
And who would argue with them?
He would have every right to call himself the best of the best of the best!
*Long pause*
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Of the best… [/center] Soon after the men had gone to ground, the larger of the two, at the bottom of the pile, Kasabian, plants his giant boots in the mid section of the Cruiserweight Kiwi and flicks him off, with all the effort of flicking away a stray booger. Again, Hayden is flung across the ring, somersaulting once in the air before landing on his back. Yet again, the Jackass is quick to scramble to his feet, until both men once again stand at a stalemate. A third swoop sees Stalker lash out at Hayden missing him with his fist, but catching him with a sneaky and well timed kick to the groin. Needless to say, Hayden soon drops to the ground. This time he does not get up so quickly, deciding instead to howl like a dog stuck in a barbed wire fence. As the referee gives Kasabian a stern dressing down of the rules of the match, informing him that the rules concerning low-blows are still in place and holding up a single finger to illustrate how many chances he had left, Stalker seems to be in a different planet. His eyes are transfixed on the Jackass, a strange smile filling his face. When the referee sees that Hayden had found his way to his feet once more, he frees Stalker from the imaginary prison he had been holding him in, with a simple, yet magical phrase of “match on”. The two simple words uttered by the zebra striped official are enough to awaken the beast inside Kasabian. Instinctively more than anything, the big man raises a big boot and nearly takes the Kiwi’s head off with it. Hayden is sent, once more, to the canvas. Again, he does not scramble back to his feet quickly. This time he decides to check and see if his nose is still attached to his face. Like a blind man searching for a contact lens, Hayden scrambles about on all fours, summoning the strength to stand. He need not have worried, as Kasabian is all to happy to hoist him into the air, by hooking his foot underneath Hayden’s body and booting upwards. The force of the kick to the ribs is enough to take Hayden clean off the ground, however, it is also enough to send him crashing to the canvas once more. Hayden lies there, hands covering his face, curled up into an almost fetal position. ~~Jimmy Pate~~
I think Hayden might have tread marks from Kasabian’s boots on his face after that one.
~~Ray White~~
Talk about awakening the beast. Kasabian seems to be taking the fight to Hayden expecting the Jackass to come at him.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
60 Minutes is a long time for a match Ray.
Lets just hope that Kasabian doesn’t go too hard too soon and tire himself out, or he will be a sitting duck for later in the match. [/center] Kasabian runs a single hand over his bald scalp, wiping away the sweat that had gathered. Looking to steal a quick pin-fall, the big man flops down on top of the Jackass and hooks his leg. In an instant, the referee is there, slamming his hand into the canvas. The ref reaches a count of one and a half before Hayden kicks out, prompting a whine in protest from Stalker, inquiring as to the speed of the referee’s counting. While Kasabian is distracting himself with the referee, Hayden decides to take matters into his own hands. Kipping up onto he feet, he beats Kasabian to a vertical base, much to the Pervert’s surprise. Kasabian simply stands, wide mouthed like a stunned fish as Hayden takes to the air. He takes the impact from Hayden’s Dropkick square in the chest, driving him backwards into the turnbuckle, where he promptly bumps the back of his head against the steel, enough to make him dazed and confused at the whole situation. Hayden charges at him, spring-boarding off the second rope along his way and aiming a Springboard Missile Dropkick at Stalker’s head. As a result, the Pervert is almost launched over the top rope, but finally comes back down to earth to his spot cornered in the turnbuckle. Hayden smiles as he stands, now on the ring apron and contemplates his next move against his strong, yet sluggish opponent. TBC Stalker
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2010 23:17:54 GMT -4
While Hayden sizes up the whole scene from the apron of the ring, Stalker simply manages to crawl out of the turnbuckle, on his hands and knees. With the Springboard Dropkick having caught him relatively unaware, Stalker can do little but attempt to crawl away from the rampant Jackass. The Kiwi Legend smiles as he sees the desperation in his opponent’s eyes. Looking more and more relaxed as the time passes on, Hayden grabs a hold of the top rope and uses it to propel himself into the ring. He soars into the squared circle, rotating himself in mid air, into a Swanton Dive. Out of the corner of his perverted eye, Kasabian sees the shadowy figure of a man hurtling toward him and he rolls out of harms way. As a result, Hayden’s rope assisted Swanton results in the Dual GHW Champion slamming into the canvas with an almighty crash that receives a gasp from the crowd as a result. Kasabian manages to roll himself out of the ring to recuperate and he doubles over as soon as his legs touch the lightly padded concrete ground, sucking precious air into his burning lungs. In the time it takes Hayden to find his feet, Kasabian manages to shake the worst of the effects of the Kiwi’s moves off, leaving him revitalised and ready for action once more. When Hayden dives at him a second time, this time from inside the ring to the outside in a Suicide Dive, Stalker is ready.
The Perverted EVPW Champion catches Hayden mid-flight, sweeping him round in a Scoop Slam and driving him back first into the lightly padded concrete, using the Kiwi’s momentum against him. However, Stalker does not release the Kiwi, deciding instead to hoist him back up into the air. He flings him across his shoulder in a Fireman’s Carry, turns around to face the jeering of the crowd and with a sadistic smile on his face; he drops him head first over the crowd barricade. The fans at ringside are treated to a shower of spittle as the New Zealander’s face slams into the unprotected steel. Hayden’s head bounces off the barricade and his knees give way underneath him. By the time his vision had last its blurriness from the move, Stalker had readied him for a second strike. Again, he hoists Hayden into the air, flicking him into a Fireman’s Carry and drops him a second time, head first across the crowd barricade. Another shower of spittle and sweat treats the front row fans to a little more of the action than they were anticipating. This time, a large gash opens up above Hayden’s left eye. The trickle of crimson liquid that follows only serves to widen the sick smile on Stalker’s face. He licks his lips as he moves in for a third strike. As he does so, the match official begins his standing 10-Count, noticing that both men have found their way out of the ring.
”Kasabian Stalker knows one thing, and that is to enjoy himself. Look at that smile Ray. He seems to be enjoying causing physical harm to the GHW Undisputed Champion.”
”You know, you can call him Hayden. GHW Undisputed Champion is such a mouthful to get out every time. I wonder what else would bring pleasure to the face of Kasabian Stalker.”
“I know where this is going. No Ray, no… I’m not going down this conversational road with you.”
Kasabian only waits until the count of five before rolling back into the ring to reset the count. Albeit short, the time away from his opponent gives Hayden a chance to find his footing once more. Shakily, he brings himself to a vertical base and stares up at his opponent. Wiping a trickle of blood from his brow, he narrows his eyes onto his target as best as his body will let him. His vision still hindered from the battering his head had taken, Hayden blinks away some of the blurriness as his opponent approaches. Not one for subtlety, Kasabian saunters straight over to him, looking to further control the match. Hayden, on the other hand, has different ideas. As Kasabian launches himself into another wave of attack, Hayden bends forward and flicks Kasabian over his back, launching him into the front row of the crowd. While the Pervert tries to untangle himself from a mess of legs and arms, Hayden cautiously climbs atop the very crowd barricade he had been slammed into moments earlier. As soon as Stalker manages to find his feet again, Hayden leaps off the barricade and hurtles toward his opponent. With the EVPW Imperial Champion not expecting Hayden to be soaring at him, the Diving Spear hits him perfectly in the mid-section, nearly taking the 240lb’er out of his boots.
By the time the pair had managed to drag each other to their feet, laying into their opponent with an array of slobber knocking punches, the ref’s ring count is up to “six”. Kasabian, using his strength to his advantage, hoists the lightweight Kiwi above his head and tosses him back into the arena. Hayden lands awkwardly on his back, while Kasabian simply steps over the barricade and rolls back into the ring. The Pervert, looking for a quick point, rolls back into the ring. This time, instead of rolling back out to reset the count, he continues to let the referee work for his money. The ref counts on “eight” and “nine”, before the smaller figure of Hayden HardKore rolls into the ring to break the count. Weathered, battered and broken, Hayden doesn’t have the energy to stand and is easy pickings when the frustrated Pervert darts over to him again. This time Kasabian picks up the Jackass by the neck and hoists him into the air with both arms around his neck. Hayden’s face turns a shade of red as the air is cut off from his brain and he gasps in vain to try and steal a breath, but the Perverted Stalker has a tight grasp around his windpipe. With the referee shouting warnings at Stalker, the double handed choke is short lived, as Stalker soon slams him into the canvas in a Double Armed Chokeslam. Once again, the referee dresses the big man down, warning the sadistic Pervert about his attempted choking. Again, Stalker seems to be off in another planet and does not even pay the official any attention. Instead, he keeps his eyes fixed on his opponent, watching every subtle move that the man makes.
”Kasabian has taken this match over. He is just too big, too strong and doesn’t care much for the rules and regulations. A sub-two-hundred pound man, no matter how good he is, cannot compete with that.”
”Not at all. Stalker is just toying with him now. Double Armed Chokeslam. Hayden can see that Kasabian means business and Kasabian can smell the stench of fear in the air.”
”Is that what that is? I wasn’t going to say anything Ray, I thought you may have been sensitive about those kind of things.”
Still frustrated at the ability of the Jackass to keep getting up, Stalker yanks the Kiwi back to his feet again. Giving Hayden no time to react, he unloads with an European Uppercut that sends Hayden reeling. The New Zealander manages to stay on his feet, but soon wishes he hadn’t as Kasabian comes hurtling across the ring at him once more, like a run-away steam train. The quick thinking Kiwi, out of desperation more than anything, side-steps the incoming train and sends Stalker charging into the waiting turnbuckle. Much like a train, Stalker’s brakes don’t react in time, and he is still running at full pace when he makes impact with the padded steel. Hayden is on hand to capitalize on Stalker’s mistake, grabbing the Pervert by the neck and slamming him down in a Neckbreaker that threatens to live up to its name. Hayden follows up the move, not by hoisting his opponent into the air like Stalker had been doing, but by turning the match a little toward the technical side of wrestling by locking in a Figure-Four Arm Lock. Before the Pervert can figure out what is happening to him, he is far away from any of the ropes and howling in pain as the Kiwi threatens to dislocate his shoulder and break his arm, whichever should give way first.
Always ready and prepared, the referee slides into position. He inquires with a look of hope on his face if Stalker wishes to yield, but is met with a stony look and a sting of abuse that would suggest otherwise. All the while, Stalker screams in pain, but the smile on his face returns, as if the pain comes as a double edged sword. Eventually, as the hold continues to be applied, the incoherent howling of pain turns into pain filled cries of ”yes… yes”, much to the surprise of the veteran Jackass. The more pain he causes Stalker, the more the cries of pain filled ecstasy fill the air. Nevertheless, Stalkers free hand hovers knowingly above the canvas, as if has a different pain threshold than his brain does. The match official watches intently as the Figure-Four Arm Lock is wrenched into a new position, sending another wave of pain through Stalker’s body in the hopes of causing a tap out.
”I’ve never used that move before, but it seems that I may have to learn it, seeing as it has THAT kind of effect.”
”Ever stop to think that Stalker may be trying to get inside Hayden’s head by making him think that his moves are causing him pleasure instead of pain. Look at his arm, his hand. I think he’s about to tap out.”
”No, I think that he actually is in pleasure… And Pain. You can feel both at the same time right? The only question I have is which one will win out first?”[/i]
Tbc Hayden
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Dec 14, 2010 5:39:47 GMT -4
*52:11*The time displayed on the jumbo screen continues to flicker over across the bottom of the display. As he does so, the Figure-Four Arm Lock still threatens to render Kasabian's limb useless. Nevertheless, Kasabian's almost euphoric cries throw Hayden off his game. Although his opponent appears to be in pain, his eyes flicker with playfulness. The new and unpredictable sensation causes Hayden to relinquish the hold for but a single moment. The break is enough for Kasabian to slink his way out of the move, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up onto his feet as he checks the damage caused from the modified Arm Lock. Hayden is quick to react to the escapee, closing the distance created across the ring in a few strides. He approaches Kasabian, but his attack is cut short by the Pervert intersecting Hayden and pre-empting his offense. Before Hayden had even had enough time to raise a fist, Stalker had ducked forward and proceeded to Flapjack the lightweight GHW Champion over his shoulder. Hayden is launched high into the air as a result and crashes uncomfortably to the mat below him. With his opponent suddenly feeling as if he had been dropped from a two story building and trying to find out which way is up, Kasabian takes advantage of the situation. The ever opportunistic Pervert locks in a hold of his own, a Sleeper Hold. As his large forearms wrap themselves around the head and neck of the Jackass, Kasabian draws himself ever closer to the Kiwi Legend's head. He leans in, close enough to smell the sweat on Hayden's brow, taking in a draw of his opponent's scent, much to the obvious disgust of the Kiwi Champion. Kasabian smacks his lips as he feels the effects of the Sleeper Hold take effect. Slowly, Hayden's arms begin to droop, the ropes simply to far away to break the hold. ~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden seems to be fading out of consciousness, we could have our first fall just outside of fifty minutes.
~~Ray White~~
If Kasabian had me in a hold like that, I'd happily fall asleep for him.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hence why you would make an absolutely rubbish wrestler. Actually, I don't think Hayden's going down on the score card. I see the fight in him, there's no way he's letting that sicko near him while he's passed out or unconscious. [/center] Before the referee can even kneel into position to consider awarding a point to Stalker, Hayden had begun to fight back. At once, all the muscles in the Kiwi's body tense. Sensing his opponent about to break free and feeling the momentum of the crowd soar behind the Jackass, Stalker changes tacts. In one motion, he stands up and swoops Hayden onto his feet along with him, while still holding him in a modified Sleeper Hold. Before Hayden can fight his way back into control of the match, Stalker had lifted him high into the air. He launches him into 'Sky High', Sit-out Spinebuster, slamming the Jackass back into the canvas back first without so much as a second thought. He ignores the booing of the crowd as he stands up again, kicking out at Hayden's lifeless arm that strays from the core of his body, as a cat would when toying with a mouse it had just caught. Stalker admires his handy-work, watching the decimated GHW Champion as his chest heaves in and out rapidly. *50:09*As the timer approaches the 50 Minute mark, Kasabian looks to gain full control of the match by sealing the ever important first fall. He drops down on top of the battered Kiwi and hooks him into a pinning predicament. The referee slides into position, eyeballing the controversial Imperial Champion as he slaps his hand onto the mat for the first time. "1..."Hayden makes no attempt to stir, his body having weathered much of the impact of the match so far. Kasabian smiles a sadistic smile as he feels the match slide in his favor again. "2..."A second time, the referee's hand strikes the mat. Hayden kicks out, as the referee's hand approaches the mat a third time, in a move that proves closer than the Jackass had intended. Nevertheless, the referee soon informs Stalker of the two count and is met with a cold reception. The Pervert seems to take his frustration out on the referee, glaring at him as the match official shoves two fingers in his face and nearly has them bitten off. Stalker stomps to his feet and locks eyes on the offending official, backing him away with a menacing look. Trying not to look scared, the official gives the unpredictable Pervert a shaky warning before Stalker returns to the match at hand. ~~Ray White~~
Stalker fights with such passion, such emotion, it really is a thing of beauty.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Dear god, you really are smitten aren't you Ray. Kasabian Stalker is a hot head, and it is going to lead to a monumental mistake, mark my words. He should be covering his opponent right now, not trying to prove a point to the referee.
~~Ray White~~
It is a game of intimidation and presence. The referee will count faster next time won't he, as to avoid another confrontation... Quite smart thinking really.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
That is about the smartest thing you have said in... well, ever, Ray. [/center][/color] Stalker turns his attention back to Hayden, lifting the Cruiserweight Champion up by grabbing the head of the Jackass with both of his over-sized palms. He hoists him into the air, tossing the Jackass into the turnbuckle like a sack of discarded flour. Hayden bounces off the lightly padded steel, crashing back to the ground again as a result of the brutal throw. The ever defiant Hayden picks himself up, struggling to his feet as Stalker trudges over to him, a confident swagger in his step. Before Hayden can gain his bearings, he is gathered with a running Knee Lift that sends the New Zealander staggering backward into the imposing turnbuckle. Stalker has a spark in his eye as he approaches his reeling opponent and looks to take the match firmly into his own hands. Again, Stalker wraps his opponent up into a Collar and Elbow tie, dragging him away from the turnbuckle like a rag doll before hoisting him into a Powerbomb position. As he lines up the turnbuckle for his destination for disposing of the near 200lb weight atop his shoulders, Hayden shifts in the air and throws the over confident rookie off guard. The veteran's instinct take over as he turns what could have been a match ending Turnbuckle Powerbomb into a spectacular Headscissors, catching Kasabian's head between his knees as he falls toward the mat. Instead of simply using the Headscissors to drop Kasabian to the ground, Hayden flicks his body into momentum, rotating around the torso of the Pervert. Once, twice, thrice, Hayden spins around the EVPW Champion's body before flipping the 240lb'er over in a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Takedown. As Kasabian falls, Hayden wraps his arm around the head of the Pervert, drilling Stalker head first into the mat in a DDT. Again, Hayden is not quite done with his over-confident opponent. As soon as the DDT sees Stalker's head connect with the mat, Hayden transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar, targeting the same arm as he had earlier. This time, Stalker does not cry out in pleasure or pain, too stunned to make any such protest. His hand hovers above the mat. All around the arena, people watch on with bated breath. ~~Ray White~~
La Mistica!
Well, that's new since Hayden left our walls. When the hell did he learn that?
~~Jimmy Pate~~
Seriously Ray, you should watch our competing federation once in a while. Call it research on the enemy. Hayden calls it the "Arm of God". And by god, it's effective.
Stalker made one little mistake and Hayden capitalized.
~~Ray White~~
A mistake? I didn't see anything. Hayden simply shifted his weight a little and, Bam! The next thing you know, Stalker is all tied up like a pretzel, and not in the usual, good way.
~~Jimmy Pate~~
A person with as much experience and wily veteran instincts as Hayden HardKore should always be treated with respect. He can pull out a world of hurt from nearly any situation he feels like. [/center] *47:34*Kasabian's face is screwed up as if he had just had a thousand lemons stuffed inside his cheeks. His hand wavers and wavers, beginning to shake through the torment tearing through his body. Finally, Kasabian Stalker succumbs, slapping the canvas in submission to the Kiwi's opportunistic Arm of God Submission. All the while, Hayden had been watching the Titan Tron through gritted teeth as he tugs on the Pervert's arm for all he is worth. Only when he sees the score change from 0-0 to show a 1 next to his name does the Kiwi break the hold. The first fall had taken over twelve minutes to come, but it had inevitably arrived. With the GHW Undisputed Champion now leading the Iron Man Match, the crowd rallies behind their hero. The GHW section screaming loudest of all, kitted out with "Jackass" merchandising t-shirts. Even through the EVPW segment of the crowd, a few sneaky cheers can be seen snuck out while the perpetrator thought that nobody was looking. Hayden rolls off the stunned body of the EVPW Champion, having let Kasabian taste his first ever taste of defeat and leaving the bitter taste in his mouth as he readies himself for a second onslaught. *45:44*TBC Kasabian
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The score stands at 1-0, with Kasabian a fall behind breaking even. As the 15 Minute mark passes by, Hayden is readying himself for another swoop. Stalker had begun to stir, after being shown up with an impressive display of wrestling prowess. Hayden helps the bigger man to his feet, although Kasabian struggles as much as he can in his weakened state, refusing to go along quietly. A hint of frustration seeps its way onto Stalker's expression, pushing its way past the pain that is etched into his eyes. The frustration leads Stalker to push Hayden away from him, as if something inside had simply snapped. The push comes with both palms, and enough force to take Hayden off his feet completely. The Kiwi is dropped to the seat of his pants by the frustrated Imperial Champion, but does not stay down long enough to take in the scenery, springing back up to his feet quickly. Kasabian had finished playing games, the unexpected pinfall serving as a wake-up call to the confident EVPW Champion.
Stalker does not let Hayden back on his feet long before he virtually takes the New Zealand Legend's head off with an Axe Kick that sends Hayden spiraling into the ropes at the side of the ring. Hayden lands back first, stopping himself from crashing to the mat only by instinctively hooking his arms over the second rope. His eyes droop sleepily as Kasabian approaches him with fire burning in his eyes. A second hefty boot brought down across Hayden's mid section almost cuts the Jackass in half and causes the Kiwi to expel the remaining air in his lungs with an uncomfortable "oomph" sound escaping his lips. As Hayden struggles to stand, Kasabian winds up a third time, launching the GHW Dual Champion over the top rope to the floor below with a brutal swinging Clothesline, much to the dismay of the fans gathered at ring side.
"Kasabian Stalker, don't count him out folks. He may be "One-Nill" down, but the Perverted Champion can cause any number of injuries in any number of ways."
"And he looks pissed. Usually Kasabian Stalker is such a fun loving guy, and always has a smile on his face."
"I think you're getting Stalker and Hayden confused. Hayden always has a smile on his face, it's his trademark... Along with those sunglasses. Kasabian is simply a perverted freak."
"But the perverted freak enjoys life, does he not?
Going down to Hayden's finisher really seems to have changed his mind-set.
Hayden hits the ground on both feet, but they buckle underneath the impact and he soon crashes to the concrete floor. Kasabian is quick to follow him, slipping out of the ring once more and making a bee-line for his opponent. He wastes no time in placing his hands on Hayden, yanking the New Zealander to his feet before driving him back first into the crowd barricade. As the sound of flesh and bones meeting steel echoes through the arena, Kasabian backs away, watching as the dazed Jackass threatens to fall over, his legs like jelly. Before he can do so, however, Stalker had hoisted him into the air again. Kasabian holds him in a Fireman's Carry, looking to drop Hayden head first across the barricade. Hayden, not wanting to eat barricade again, shifts his weight and slips out the back door, landing on his feet behind Stalker. Before the big man can turn around to see where his opponent had gone, Hayden had taken to the air and drop kicked him into the barricade, giving Stalker a taste of his own medicine.
Stalker's head connects with the metal, but he barely seems to notice, quickly dragging himself back to his feet with an even more frustrated and angry look on his face then before. He lunges wildly at Hayden, who easily dodges the attack and uses the big man's momentum to trip him to the ground, adding insult to injury. Kasabian is quick to scramble into the safety of the ring, escaping further embarrassment, but it is not enough to stop the knowing smile spreading across the face of the veteran GHW Champion. Doing his best to get inside the Pervert's head, Hayden holds his hands out to his sides and flashes a puzzled looks at Stalker, as if asking him where he had gone. Stalker refrains from tearing out the Kiwi's throat, instead waiting for the Jackass to make his way into the ring. With no short amount of bantering, eventually the Kiwi Showman also slides into the ring, and the battle rages on.
Looking to get the upper hand, Stalker charges at Hayden before the New Zealander had managed to properly find a way into the ring. Hayden flattens himself to the mat and rolls under the incoming bald missile, watching intently as Kasabian bounds into the ropes and comes hurtling back at him again. This time it is Hayden's turn to leap into action, springing into the air as if he had just sat on a hot coal. He reaches around behind him, wrapping his hands around the head of Kasabian as the Pervert races across the ring at full tilt. Hayden then proceeds to chop down the big man, mid-stride by flattening Stalker into the mat with a Cutter on his running opponent. One can almost feel the canvas burns as Kasabian comes skidding to a premature halt, much to the delight of both Hayden and his loyal Jackasses.
"Oh my. Talk about over-cooking the goose. Kasabian may have seen the red film of anger there for a second, and he made a huge error as a result."
"It doesn't take the Jackass much to put a person away. If Kasabian is not careful, EVPW is going to be down "Two-Nill" before long.
"I never thought I would hear myself say this... Come on Stalker, get up!"[/i]
Kasabian does get up, but not quite the way Jimmy Pate had been hoping for. Being the nice guy that he is, Hayden makes sure he helps his opponent to his feet, before continuing to dismantle the Pervert piece by piece. Stalker is still reeling from the Cutter when Hayden launches into a completely new round of offense. He starts with a quick strike to the back of both of Stalker's knees, sending the Heavyweight Champion to a single knee. The Jackass uses this as a stepping stone and launches himself at Kasabian. While in the air, he twists his body around so that his knee will strike the side of Stalker's head in a Shining Wizard. Kasabian, however, has other ideas. As Hayden's knee approaches, Stalker has enough wits about him to catch the lightweight GHW Champion, mid-air. Hayden is helpless as the 240lb Pervert snaps him up in both arms, cradling him into an almost embrace-like position.
Hayden's head is placed firmly under Kasabian's arm, an inescapable position for the most part. Struggle as he might, Stalker holds him effectively against his will. He does not hurry to execute the Cradle DDT, taking time to feel the body of his opponent rise and fall with each exhausted breath. Stalker feels the sweat dripping from Hayden's body, mixing with his own. Smiling at the whole situation, Stalker finally brings himself to drive the Jackass head first into the mat, the Cradle DDT serving to knock the battered Kiwi into unconsciousness. As if to prove a point more than anything else, Kasabian hoists his opponent back up into the air, bypassing any pinning attempt that he could have made. With the time on the clock nearing 40 Minutes, Kasabian hooks both of Hayden's arms behind his back and lifts him into the air. HE then proceeds to hurl Hayden into the air, till the Kiwi is hanging vertically, upside down. Stalker holds his lightweight opponent in the precarious position long enough for the blood to rush to his head, before executing the final part of his patented "Stalker's Slam", leaping into the air himself and landing in a seated position, driving Hayden head first into the mat. The booming sound that accompanies Hayden's head connecting with the canvas echoes throughout the arena even as Stalker covers the Jackass for what he hopes will be a tying pinfall. Being in the perfect position to catch the action, the referee slides into place and begins to count the pin.
"1..."
"Stalker's Slam! Bam, Hayden HardKore wasn't expecting it. The crowd weren't expecting it, and I think that Stalker is going to even the odds here."
"Well, so far, it has proved to be an effective move. The Stalker's Slam has seen Kasabian remain undefeated... I don't see Hayden kicking out of this one. But again, I don't know how this will play out with still 40 Minutes left on the clock."
"I'd love to have 40 minutes on his..."
"I said clock Ray... C-l-o-c-k, clock."[/i]
"2..."
The referee's hand rises into the air for a third time, ready to count the all important third count.
"3..."
Hayden makes no attempt to kick out as the ref's hand slaps the canvas for the third time. He seems far gone, in a deep slumber as Stalker picks up the second fall to tie the scores. Soon, the Titan Tron acknowledges the victory, and the scoreboard flickers 1-1. Both men are battered, bruised and already beaten once, and the match is not yet half way done. The ultimate battle of GHW vs EVPW proves to be as evenly matched as thought so far.
TBC Hayden
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