Brooks vs. Violence

[brianbrooks]

The scene pans out sweeping over the crowd as a commercial ends showing the fans all sitting restlessly in their seats. Suddenly the lights begin dimming slowly until the entire arena is engulfed in darkness. Random flashes from cameras go off as the fans try to catch some unseen movement. Then a guitar riff is heard over the P.A. and the fans get to their feet some recognizing the song as Rusted From The Rain
By: Billy Talent.

I stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage, no-one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain

The beat begins picking up and suddenly a man bursts out from the behind the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp and the fans all begin screaming as they recognize Brian Brooks who is wearing a pair of black baggy jeans, a tight black West 49 T-shirt, heavy black boots and a black straight brimmed baseball cap with the letter NY on it. He throws his fist into the air and the crowd gives another tumultuous round of applause as the beat of the song picks up.

Dissect me 'til my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man, I don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain, I'm rusted from the rain

Brian looks over the crowd and lowers his fist as he heads for the ring taking his sweet time to slap the hands of as many of the fans as he can. He reaches ring side after several long minutes and pauses looking over the crowd before rushing forward and sliding on his stomach, head first into the ring, before popping up to his feet. He stalls in the middle of the ring allowing the crowds roar to wash over him. He slowly walks to his corner and plants his butt on the second rope, showing no aggression, but only anxiety, as he waits for his opponent.

TBC

[Angel Huerta]

Matt Violence comes out, surprising the fans. Matt and Brain stair, memories of their last match come to mind.

DING DING DING!

[brianbrooks]

Brooks stares across the ring, surprised by the change up in opponents, but very pleased with it, knowing Matt is a good competitor and provides a challenge. Brian smiles and Violence returns it, then the two take a few steps forward slapping hands, showing the mutual respect, before backing away, both men circling to left. Matt is the first to attack, rushing the man he has yet to beat. A few paces from Brooks, who had remained still, Matt leaps off his feet going head first, bringing his right forearm up intending to smash it into Brian's face, but The Drop Kick King brings his hand up grabbing hold of Violence's head and timing it perfectly brings his knee up, while pushing down with his hand. The shot seems to stop Matt dead in the air, before he crashes to the canvas, face first, completely unmoving. The fans light up, as the ref surveys the scene with a look of utter shock. Brian looks down on Matt, before quickly dropping to his knees, hooking under a arm and rolling Violence onto his back before laying across his chest, but not locking in a leg. The ref finally finds himself and slides into place.

[glow=red,2,300]...1![/glow]

::Pate::
Oh My God! Brooks just destroyed him with that knee! That wasn't even right!

[glow=red,2,300]......2![/glow]

::White::
Well looks like this will be an early one. Perfect I will go check Brian over in the back! Ha! Hey J.P. get it? In The B-

[glow=red,2,300].......THRAW!!![/glow]

The difference was almost unnoticeable, but the ref had. He had seen Matt's shoulder come up, so close it was he had hit the canvas before even being able to register it fully. Brian looks at the ref with raised eyebrows, but then he looks to Matt and nods his head a few times, impressed that he had found a way to kick out, unsure he himself could have done it. Brian slowly rises to the roar of a crowd and looks toward the closest turnbuckle. A smile creeps over his face, before he grabs an arm and leg of his opponent, dragging him into just the right spot. He turns to the corner and quickly runs up the ropes perfectly, stopping on the top rope and turning to face Matt. Brian throws his fist into the air and the fans grow louder, anticipating the high flier to do just that. The pause was the moment Violence needed, as he springs into action, rolling to his stomach, before pushing himself up to his knees, then leaping up with his hands, knocking Brooks' feet out from under him. Brooks falls crotch first, his eyes widen and his mouth opens in a scream that was not available.

Matt gets to his feet and sees Brian already trying to remove himself from the unfortunate position he was in. He quickly throws a right fist connecting with the side of Brian's face stunning him. Violence rubs his face, as it still throbs from the knee. Then he turns and steps up onto the second rope and pulls Brooks' head under his arm, then hooking both in a double under hook, he heaves flipping Brian up over his shoulder, He struggles with awkwardness of the position, but soon finds himself and with one last burst of effort he tosses Brian over the top rope. Brooks floats through the air, as camera flashes go off all around catching the action. He soon comes to a sudden stop as back crashes into the hard mats on the outside, his head colliding with the guard rail.

::Pate::
Holy Shit! Well that is a little pay back for the knee!

::White::
A Little?! I hope Brian is OK! His neck could be broken, his back! How am I going to s-

::Pate::
Yes that was brutal, but hey these two have always gone all out like this and we couldn't expect anything less.

Violence stares down at the crumbled Drop Kick king, as the fans scream, loving every moment of a match like this. Matt drops down from the second rope and slowly he gets down on his stomach and rolls from the ring. He takes his time walking toward Brooks and once there he leans over grabbing Brian's long dark hair, pulling the man up. Brooks' jelly like legs are unable to hold himself up, so Matt is forced to almost drag the former Dragon's Rage Champion to wards the ring. Once at the apron MV lifts Brian up and rolls him under the bottom rope. He makes sure to leave Brook's head hanging just over the apron and jumps up onto the apron himself. Holding the top rope, Matt looks down at Brian and then jumps into the air, using the rope to go higher before coming down with his knee, driving into Brian's chest. The Drop Kick King quickly rolls away coughing and spluttering, as he gasps for air.

Matt stands to a vertical base, still on the outside and spreading his arms wide, allows the crowds cheers to wash over him. The few moments allow Brian to regain his breath and knowing he needs to do something to buy himself more time to recoup, pushes himself up to all fours, eyes on the back of Violence. He coughs a few more times and then pushes himself up into a run. Brooks charges forward shoulder dropped and as he leaps forward Matt drops down causing Brian to go right through the middle rope, over top Violence. The surprise of it makes him land face first with his back arching, as his legs still in the air at first impact, try to continue with their momentum, making Brooks fold over awkwardly, jacking his back.

::Pate::
Oh Man! Violence has Brooks' number right now! Everything he does Matt has something better!

::White::
This isn't good! My poor baby!

::Pate::
How long can he take this punishment? Well to answer that myself he can take a lot...

TBC[/center]

[Blade "The Future" LaVigne]

Just out of character, I am sure the card says Brooks vs LaVigne (me)....what happened..

[Angel Huerta]

(OOC: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! So sorry Brian. I had this typed for like five days and swore I posted it.Sorry for the wait my man, again I thought for sure I posted this. :/ And sorry for the shortness. Next one will be better.)

Matt gives off a sly smirk, while looking down at the crumpled mess that is Brain Brooks. Licking his lips hungrily, Matt slowly takes a few steps to his opponent and grips a chunk full of his sweat, pitch-black locks and yanks him to a vertical base. Again, Brian finds it hard to stand on his rubber-like legs, so Matt half-carries half-drags his adversary back to the ring where he now stuffs him under the bottom rope. Brooks learning his lesson from what happened earlier rolls his battered body towards the centermost part of the ring with Matt following closely behind. Another yanking of the Dropkick King’s hair coerces him to a stand, but a swift elbow from the EVPW Vet leaves a surprised MV reeling. Now with enough distance, Brian swings his fist in a half circle, rocking the GHW Representative with a strong Haymaker. The Pennsylvania native is taken back a few steps, but is quickly floored when his aggressor dashes forwards with his right arm extended. Matt writhes on the canvas, coping with the throbbing pain in his neck from the Clothesline, when Brian leaps forward, bouncing off the black, elastic cables. While in mid-air the high-flying Brian does a complete back flip all while extending his right elbow. He crashes to the canvas with a thud that shakes all corners of the ring, driving his pointed elbow straight into the solar plexus of his foe, expelling mass amounts of oxygen from his lungs. The fans show their excitement by awarding their fan favorite a wave of warm boos. As both men lay achingly on the canvas, the ref starts the proverbial ten count.

“One”
“Two”
“Three”

“Nothing but back and forth action so far and no both superstars are down! This couldn‘t be anymore exciting.”
“Like I know! This is just amazing I get to watch Brian actually perform for one, my darling. And totally this action is never ending… Just as I like it!”

“…Six”

Brian has just stumbled to a vertical basis terminating the official’s count prematurely. For once Matt finds himself on a painful ascent, via a violent a hair pull. BB grips his adversary’s wrist and backs him against the ropes, keeping him there for a minute with his forearm across Matt’s chest. With a furious tug, Brian whips MV across the ring. Matt’s body crashes against the cords which give a few inches before catapulting him back in the opposite direction. Brian waits just where he left off at, anticipating the Ultraviolent Superstar’s return. Just at the right moment, Brian hunkers over driving his shoulder into the midsection of Matt, before erecting and flicking MV’s light body into the air and over the top rope. While gravity starts doing it’s job, Matt screams and waves his arms frantically as if trying to define the law of gravity and fly. All the fighting manifestly is to no avail as all two-hundred and five pounds of the former two time HGWA Ultraviolent Champion splats to the barely padded concrete floor.

“HE‘S DONE! I‘M SURE OF IT NOW!”

[brianbrooks]

(OOC: No Worries dude you got something up)

The fans light up once again, as Brian leans with his arm slung over the top rope lazily. He looks down at the Pennsylvania Native smirking. He soon drops to his stomach, then slides to the outside. His blue eyes find his opponent's back and slowly he starts forward, allowing the fans a chance to slap him on the back and give their own supportive sentiments. Finally he reaches over and grabs Matt's arm, with a slight heave, he pulls the smaller man up. MV's back throbs in pain from the forced movement and quickly collapses to his knees. Brooks is forced to again, lift his opponent up, this time hooking under his arm, supporting Violence's weight. He carries Matt to the side of the ring, then with some effort, rolls him under the bottom rope, before rolling in after him.

Brooks stands to his feet and spots Matt struggling to do the same. The Veteran having done this many times, places his right foot back, changing his stance to that of a strike. MV pushes himself up to his knees at the same moment, Brian swings his right foot through the air, the kick directed in taking the Pennsylvania Natives head, clean off. The connection never happens, as MV drops his head, the foot of Brian's sailing over him, free and clear. The Drop Kick King spins around, stopping with his back to his opponent confused, he turns realizing what happened, but the realization was too slow and Matt had popped up to his feet. He plants a boot in the gut of Brooks, doubling the bigger man, he quickly wraps his arm around the neck of Brian, locking him in a headlock and with his free arm, he grabs the waist on Brooks' jeans. He lets out a yell to the crowd, before falling back, planting Brian on the top of his head with a spike DDT. Brian's weight balances evenly for a few moments, as he stands on his head, legs straight in the air, then like a tree being chopped down, falls to his side landing against the canvas shaking the ropes.

::Pate::
Perfectly executed DDT there! Moves like those, change the flow of a match in an instant.

::White::
Ah I hope Brian's perfectly complexioned face, isn't damaged!

::Pate::
You have mental health issues don't you?

Matt is slow to his feet, his back still stiff, though now numb. He reaches a vertical base and twists his back to each side, loosening the muscles and stretching them out. Brian soon is able to start pushing himself up and Violence surveys the situation, quickly deciding his next move. Brian reaches all fours and starts to get to a vertical base, as MV takes off charging across the ring, rebounding against the ropes, sending himself back the way he came. Brooks just reaches a vertical base, panting heavily, still trying to regain himself, when he feels the hard shoulder of his opponent, crush into his mid-section, nearly tearing him in half, before they both crash to the mat. Matt having left his feet and hitting a signature spear, is quick to his feet, as Brian writhes on the canvas holding his stomach with both hands and kicking his feet against the mat.

::Pate::
Violence has taken control here and what a win it would be, he is a former EVPW superstar himself, but is representing GHW tonight.

::White::
I hope Brian is alright, we don't want to be embarrassed by GHW. I mean Brian is by far, the best looking guy in wrestling!

::Pate::
Well I don't know about that, but he is a veteran here and we all know he is a tough competitor on just about any night, for anyone.

Matt now in complete control having hit one of his favorite moves, sets his mind on ending this match and taking home the win to GHW. He steps into Brian's blind spot, just slightly behind him and to the side, then lowering his body weight to an almost squat, he waits. Brooks soon, only able to spare one arm from the clutching of his gut, begins, with an enormous amount of energy, to push himself up. Violence's right leg begins to bounce up and down in excitement, as he gets ready to strike. Brian gets his feet under him and rises, though doubled up, having no idea of his opponents intentions, he slowly straightens. A quick glance around shows Brian, Matt is behind him. He turns quickly hoping to catch the GHW representative off guard, but thinking Matt was directly behind him and he turns right into another boot to the mid-section. Violence turns his back to his opponent, then reaching over his shoulder grabs, the back of Brian's head, pulling is jaw tight to his shoulder, then sitting down, he nails Brooks with a perfect Violence Personified, The Drop Kick King falls back wards, arms spread out, his eyes rolling deep into the back of his skull showing, only white. The Stone Cold Steve Austin like stunner having done that, for which it was named.

::Pate::
Violence hits Violence Personified! He finishes matches with that! I think this is it for Brooks!

::White::
Oh No! Come on Brian, Get Up!

::Pate::
Here we go...

Matt drops to his knees, then going chest to chest with Brian, hooks a leg, causing all the weight to be on Brooks' shoulders. The ref quickly slides into place, holding himself up with his left arm, his right arm already speeding toward the canvas and the first count.

[glow=red,2,300]One!

Two!

THRAW![/glow]

Just before the ref's hand hit the mat, ending the match Brian had some how managed to roll his shoulder, popping it up of the canvas and breaking the pin. The fans give a huge surge in their cheers, many having thought the match finished, as it normally would when one hits their finishing move. The thrill of the match now growing to a point, not yet seen this evening threatens to blow the roof off. Matt sitting back looks at the referee with a wild look in his eyes, thinking the EVPW ref had counted just a little slow. He begins mumbling to the ref, holding up three fingers claiming it should have been a three count.

TBC[/center]