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Rogue vs Craig Morgan vs Darkfyre vs TNT

The insanely obscene lyrics of Rogue?s entrance theme, ?Don?t Piss on My neck and Tell Me It?s Raining? by Death by Stereo crept on to the speakers, the fans growing deadly quiet as red, blue and white lights flashed all around the small arena, the curtain shielding Rogue from the fans. As soon as the chorus blasted onto the speakers with it?s heavy music and loud bass Rogue ripped the curtain aside, showing himself to the ground with his head bowed. Stopping after he entered the proper arena Rogue hid his head behind his horizontal held arms, holding them there for a minute before extending them out, his head dropping backwards in his taunt to the crowd. Rogue kept his head up for the entire trip down the walk way to the ring, the music pounding in the background broke into the chorus for the second time as Rogue lifted a knee to the apron and stood up, punching a closed fist to the air before ducking beneath the top rope and sprinting forwards at full pace. Rogue ascended the opposite turnbuckle to the one he came in next to in a single leap, immediately dropping his head, his right arm slowly raising from his side. Thrusting both of his hands forward in perfect unison Rogue?s fans let out a howling cheer for him.
?Standing atop the turnbuckle, weighing in at two hundred and eighty six pounds, and at a height of six feet and six inches, he is the master of pure Destruction, and a true monster, he is Rogue!? Rosalyn Peters? voice called out through the arena, the fans greeting the announcement with a cheer in respect for Rogue who had now hopped from the turnbuckle and stood silently at ring side.

Breaking Point?s song lit up the speakers with the ?one of a Kind? lyrics, the initial chant getting the crowd to rise to their feet for TNT?s entrance the loud, and deep drum beats sounded throughout the arena before the song in itself kicked in. the lights flickered about, red and blue and white all in time in according to the song?s drums, creating a brilliant effect. TNT almost jumped through the curtain, lifting his head high and grinning widely to the crowd. TNT began to walk towards the ring, , speeding his arms out on either side to high five all of his fans in the audience that gathered at the steel railings. Diving under the bottom rope TNT once again spread his arms to either side, his shoulders shrugging as he spun around once on the spot with his head to the ceiling.
?And in the ring, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in this morning at two hundred and seventy-six pounds, he is a former GEWE hardcore and GWA Slaughterhouse Champion, he is tai ?Nitro? Toilum, or T-N-T!? Rosalyn peters announced the second of the four competitors in the match, the fans greeting TNT with a good response.

?Soul on Fire? by the hit band HIM was next to play, Darkfyre not wasting any time in running at full speed into the ring, throwing a fist to the airto salute the crowd. Darkfyre leaped up to the turnbuckle, slapping his chest to show off, already bringing up a cherry red mark. Darkfyre cast a glance over his shoulder to TNT who was waiting silently across the ring from him, TNT finally jumping from the ring in the opposite corner to Rogue.
?Our third competitor, at six feet, five inches and weighing a total of two hundred and sixty-three pounds, he is Darkfyre!? Once again a cheer from yet another separate section of the audience was heard, Darkfyre obviously equal crowd favorite still with Rogue and TNT.

?We Are One? by Slapshock once again was heard by fans 0of the GWA, Craig Morgan pushing the curtain aside to reveal himself. Not even looking up Craig Morgan began the walk to the ring down the walk way, his black towel shielding his face as he carried his wooden baseball bat as a walking cane. As Morgan stepped on the apron, after making his way up the steel steps, Morgan entered the ring by entirely climbing over the three ropes, his black towel being thrown from his head as his bat shot up high in the air. Darkfyre sped from the ring at this point, once again to a different corner as Morgan patrolled the corners, glaring at each of his three competitors with his bat raised behind him menacingly.
?In the ring, at six feet tall and four inches, weighing a huge two hundred and sixty-five pounds, he is the self proclaimed King of hardcore, Craig Morgan!? Rosalyn Peters announced the fourth and final competitor in the match up, not a steady reaction was given by the crowd, or by the three other wrestlers as Morgan once again stepped over all three ropes, with the aid of the turnbuckle.

?The following match is the four corner survival match! The rules are as follows, two competitors start in the ring, the other two are to stay at their respective turnbuckles. The only way the two outside competitors can enter the match up is if they are tagged in, or tag themselves into the match up. The match ends at a single pin fall!? With the rules explained Rosalyn left the match to the referee, who simply pointed at both Rogue and TNT to enter the ring,.

From opposite sides of the ring both TNT and Rogue slid under the bottom rope together, neither waiting an instant to launch an attack, both slinging an arm at the other, both hitting the mark. Te bell sounded, Rogue and TNT both shaking the cobwebs from their heads for a second as they regain themselves after the first hit. TNT was the first to come back stepping behind Rogue?s right leg with his own , pushing on Rogue?s opposite shoulder to dump him to the ground in an almost judo-like throw. Shrugging his shoulders, TNT just laughs and calls out, ?I can beat your a** up, and dump it on the ground, two more than what you can do to me!? Mockingly TNT offered Rogue his hand to help him up, but Rogue simply slapped it away, from his back kicking TNT away from him before he gets to his feet. TNT stepped up to Rogue, getting in the big man?s face, like everyone else tries when they confront the bigger man, using as much psychology as they can against him. Once again TNT making fun at Rogue by pointing at his chest, then down to the mat, a roar of laughter ripping through the crowd, even Darkfyre and Morgan managing a chuckle from the outside of the ring. With that Rogue clenched his fist tightly, raising it in the air before swinging it down at TNT, but only meeting thin air as TNT ducked out the way. Dodging under Rogue?s arm, TNT slips behind him, from the back TNT reached his right arm across Rogue?s big chest and keeping his own legs firmly in place TNT turned his body sharply, Rogue flying over TNT?s hip and down to the mat below on his back. As Rogue landed TNT stepped over him, TNT bending down and delivering a harsh back handed slap to Rogue?s face, leaving a bright red imprint across Rogue?s cheek. Kicking Rogue over to his stomach TNT squatted above him, hooking Rogue?s arms behind his knees and grasping around his neck to lock in a Camel Clutch!

Claire: This is an entirely different styled TNT we are witnessing here tonight, maybe he?s just adapting to the different wrestlers he?s against?
Drake: I doubt it, look at him, his hair says otherwise; it?s just screaming for a fast paced match, look at it, Claire!
Claire: Can I get one of those life saver chairs so I don?t have to listen to you?

Rogue struggled against the hold, his arms working furiously to get themselves free, but almost like an expert for each attempt at being freed TNT pulled back a fraction harder on Rogue?s neck. Rogue began to fade, the referee checking to see if he would give in, but a feeble shake of the head was Rogue?s only response. TNT began to slightly relax, his grip on Rogue?s neck loosened, and his knees lowered gently, but enough for Rogue to free his right arm. Rogue?s right elbow cannoned into TNT?s side, freeing his other arm from TNT?s left knee, and giving Rogue enough room to stand up, even with TNT?s hold still on his neck, which has by now been switched to just a general headlock. In one swift movement Rogue ducked his shoulder behind TNT, grabbing him by the waist Rogue lifted him high in the air. After completing a one hundred and eighty degree turn Rogue threw himself backwards, TNT?s shoulders slamming into the mat in the process, releasing TNT?s full hold at last.

Drake: And yet again, Rogue proves he can lift and throw, how amazing!
Claire: Just because you can?t do it doesn?t mean that you should look down on people that can so you don?t feel inept!
Drake: hey! I?m just saying?
Claire: Well, say it in your head!
Drake: But no one in my head talks back?

Both Rogue and TNT crawled to their feet warily, Rogue backing into Craig Morgan?s corner and blindly being tagged out by Morgan. With a growl Rogue slipped under the top rope, hitting the foam covered turnbuckle angrily, Morgan and TNT circling each other in ring. Barely dodging a right hand by Morgan, TNT thrusts a right forearm deep into Craig Morgan?s mid section, tipping his body to the right TNT followed up quickly with a hooking right upper cut to Morgan?s jaw. Without a moment?s rest TNT, still keeping his body lowered, positioned himself right beneath Morgan, wrapping his arms around Craig Morgan?s thighs and pushing him up and backwards over his shoulder. Sitting right back up Morgan rattles the ring from a right handed punch to the mat in anger, turning himself over so he sits on his knees to face TNT, who is busying himself blowing kisses to the crowd like a regular showboat. Stepping up to his feet Morgan confronted TNT, pushing TNT back into the ropes with a shove and leaping to his left to the ropes on the side of the ones TNT hit, Craig Morgan ran across the ring, him and TNT making a cross. They bounded forward and back three of four times before they collided in the middle, both sending their opponent to the ground from two awkward hip and shoulder bumps. As they were barely a meter away from each other as they landed, TNT could trap Morgan?s head in a headlock within seconds of making it to his feet, and with a handful of Morgan?s pants TNT pulled Craig Morgan into a vertical position. TNT held Morgan there for ten seconds, then twenty before dropping backwards into the completed Stalling Vertical Suplex. Morgan?s body hit the mat hard, forcing him to arch his back almost immediately to relieve the pain that was shooting through it. TNT again looking pleased with himself at his new found style of wrestling.

Drake: He?s kind of up himself.
Claire: So are you.
Drake: I have good reason, though.
Claire: Because you have a beer gut?
Drake: And I?m damn proud of it!

Dragging Craig Morgan back over to his original corner he propped him up on the turnbuckle, a small cheer coming from the crowd as Rogue tagged himself in, to a nod of approval from TNT. As Rogue entered the ring TNT immediately backed off, almost skipping back towards Darkfyre?s corner, letting himself be tagged out, to the dismay of his new found fans. Darkfyre saluted the crowd as he placed one foot on the second tier of the turnbuckle, jumping over the top rope from there with great athleticism for someone his in his proportions, but still didn?t get a good welcoming from the fans. A chuckle from Rogue, however, spurred him to continue on as he crouched slightly, Rogue and him toying with the other, slapping hands, but not getting a firm grip, not getting close enough. The crowd on the outside began to pound on the few sign boarded rails there were, others just clapping and yelling all in time with TNT?s rhythmic slapping of the turnbuckle in the corner, putting pressure on the two in ring competitors to do something. For a moment Darkfyre faltered, breaking his concentration to brush some hair from his face, and Rogue pounced. Running at Darkfyre Rogue dropped down low at the last second, chopping at Darkfyre?s knee and taking it away from him so he fell to the mat in a face first heap. Picking up the soles of Darkfyre?s boots Rogue fixed his own knee into the back of Darkfyre?s, doing the exact same on the other side to put pressure on his knees and thighs as Rogue leant forwards. Putting all of his weight on Darkfyre?s bottom half Rogue caught his hands in a butterfly grip around Darkfyre?s neck, cranking back on it to work on Darkfyre?s back at the same time.

Claire: Here comes one of Rogue?s patented submissions!
Drake: something I can actually stand to watch from the big guy and not think he?s a gorilla.
Claire: Is this your happy attitude?

The cinched in submission rendered Darkfyre nearly totally useless, only being able to move his arms, but not even they could get him free from this. Looking up towards the ceiling Rogue gave an expression as if to say, ?I could be at home eating pizza.? TNT gave his own smirk at this, the two team mates from No Regrets, No Remorse still has the similar mind set towards the match, Morgan however thought he should intervene, trespassing into the ring and stomping away at Rogue until he released the hold. The referee forced Craig Morgan back onto the apron, although the assault had accomplished it?s goal by Rogue having released the hold on Darkfyre. It was Rogue?s turn to throw Darkfyre away into the corner to be tagged out by Craig Morgan, the crowd cheering to see the pair finally in the ring against each other.

Claire: Finally we see these two in the ring against each other! I really hope thy do something special for us!
Drake: We?ll see.
Claire: Did I just hear a sentence from Drake without a witty remark at the wrestlers!? Wow!

Craig Morgan and Rogue wasted no time in locking up in the center of the ring, but the usual over powering of Rogue was replaced by a slight advantage, Morgan being pushed back step by step instead. Positioning his head under Rogue?s arm with great effort Morgan managed to fit his arm through, too, wrapping his bulky arm around Rogue?s neck and trapping his arm. Holding it for a second Morgan took a deep breathe before wrenching Rogue?s head down to the canvas behind him in a modified DDT. The move doing more damage to Rogue?s arm than his head, and still didn?t even stop him from reaching his feet within seconds, to Morgan?s visible surprise. The two were once again back to staring each other down, Rogue wearing his smirk, Morgan with gritted teeth in frustration. Both reacted at te same time, Rogue using his trusty right hand to strike a blow to Morgan?s shoulder, Morgan with a high right foot to Rogue?s mid riff. Taking a second to attend to his shoulder Morgan threw up a knee into Rogue?s gut, forcing the big man to double over enough for Morgan to lift his leg over Rogue?s head and drop it into the ground. Stepping in front of Rogue, who was trying to get to his feet, Craig Morgan pulled Rogue?s head between his legs to a standing head scissors, pulling his legs up into the air by the seat of his pants. Falling backwards Morgan planted Rogue?s head to the ground with a Pile Driver that was much worse than it looked, Rogue rolling to his back in a daze so Morgan could pin him. Hooking Rogue?s leg with one hand and keeping the main of Rogue?s body down with his own Morgan got no more than a quick two count from the referee before Rogue kicked his leg out and shot his shoulder up. Neither TNT nor Darkfyre caring to move to stop the pin, but Morgan?s face had an expression of utter disbelief as if he just put his finisher on Rogue. Reaching his feet Morgan sprinted towards the ropes, Rogue sitting up and shaking the cobwebs from his head as he was hit with a double footed dropkick from Morgan. The kick to the chest floored Rogue again completely, the referee?s hand slamming into the mat as Morgan covered Rogue for the second time, but only for another two count, and only just a two count.

Slapping the mat with disgust Craig Morgan heaved Rogue to his feet, walking backwards towards an unmanned turnbuckle with Rogue still in his hands. Climbing up each level of the turnbuckle, Morgan set himself on the top, pulling up Rogue to the second one Morgan saluted the crowd with a fist. Pulling Rogue into a head scissors for the second time Morgan heaved up the bigger man into a power bomb position for his finisher. Cheekily TNT leant down on the adjoining rope between his turnbuckle and the one Morgan and Rogue were positioned on, his weight and then quick removal of weight caused the rope to fling upwards, unbalancing Morgan who simply dropped Rogue and fell hard onto the corner f the turnbuckle as payback for No Regrets, No Remorse when Morgan did the exact same thing to TNT! Rogue still fell awkwardly on his back, but not hard enough for him not to be able to make it to his feet quickly.

Claire: It looks like Morgan is in real trouble there; TNT might have caused a serious accident!
Drake: And we shall forever thank TNT for lightening up the match with it!

Morgan sat on the turnbuckle, a pained expression of his bright red face, Rogue crawling to his feet slowly, and without even wincing in pain at his back, Rogue stepped up to Morgan once again. Rogue?s first chop tore into Morgan, the second chop echoed through out the arena, and the third doubled Morgan over on the turnbuckle enough for Rogue to push Morgan?s head down. Pushing his own shoulders against Morgan?s Rogue wrapped an arm around each of Morgan?s thighs, prying him from the turnbuckle an pulling him up to sit on his shoulders. Taking two steps backwards towards the center of the ring Rogue dropped backwards, dropping Morgan to the mat on his shoulders in a dangerous Muscle Buster! Pulling up Morgan?s leg to his chest the referee dived I for the count! One! Two! A diving kick by Darkfyre interrupted the sure three count, Rogue, though keeping his composure, and instead pulled Craig Morgan to his knees. Shooting a smirk over towards Darkfyre in a ?I?ll still get a three count? sort of way Rogue dragged pulled Morgan?s head into a standing head scissor. Trapping both of Morgan?s arms behind his back in a chicken wing position, Rogue turned his body slightly to the side, pulling Morgan behind him and in the air in a brilliantly executed Tiger Bomb. Morgan landed hard on his neck and high on his back, Rogue wasting no time in kicking him to his stomach and pulling Morgan?s legs up so he trapped them Rogue squatted over Morgan. With his heels digging into his a** Morgan squirmed to get out of the hold, his right back elbow being caught by Rogue and his arm trapped, and the next second so had his left arm, which was swiftly turned into a regular Full Nelson, providing the double submission!
Both TNT and Darkfyre left Morgan to be manhandled into the ring, TNT half entering the ring to attract the attention of the referee when Morgan looked like he was going to tap, giving Rogue extra time to work Morgan down. After nearly a minute and a half Morgan looked to tap again, TNT dived under the ring, whipping out a chair, swinging it around wildly enough for the referee to come right out from the ring, warning him about using the chair, all the while Darkfyre jumped into the ring, slamming punch after punch into Morgan?s face in a cruel double team!
When TNT finally was forced to give up the chair, on a threat to be kicked from the match, Darkfyre sprinted from the ring, Rogue dropping Morgan down in a heap to the mat. The crowd let a hounding yell of support for the three?s team work, Rogue pointing out to them and up to the ceiling before dragging Morgan up to his feet once more. Pulling Morgan?s arm over shoulder Rogue pulled him over his head into a vertical suplex. Kicking his legs up Rogue didn?t let go of Morgan, instead pulling all of Morgan?s dead weight up a second time into a second vertical suplex, Morgan?s body crashing to the down, shaking the ring violently. For a second time Rogue popped his hips up so he could stand up, Morgan following him unwillingly, before throwing him right back down into yet another vertical suplex, completing the trio!

Claire: And Rogue completes the triple vertical suplex, patented by the late Eddie Guerrero!
Drake: That was a true testament to Latino Heat!

Grabbing Craig Morgan?s leg once again Rogue went for the cover again, not barely getting a one count before both Darkfyre and TNT pounced into the ring, breaking the count. Rogue ran after Darkfyre, yelling indiscernible insults and just yelling at him from the ring corner, Darkfyre standing there with a huge smirk on his face. Turning from the turnbuckle Rogue stormed away, snapping his head back when the referee signified the tag that Darkfyre had blindly made on Rogue. A yell of ?a*****e? echoed throughout the arena, Darkfyre laughing at Rogue as he climbing the turnbuckle to enter the ring. As Rogue calmed down, turning back to the corner he was supposed to be in, he was knocked clean from his feet with one of Darkfyre?s flying cross body attacks attack. Rolling onto his feet Darkfyre kept going blasting his way through the referee to annihilate TNT in the corner with a huge shoulder block before falling down over Morgan for the pin. One! Two! Morgan kicked out!

Claire: It seems that the length of time between the two pins was enough for Morgan to get enough strength to kick out! But do you think he?ll survive the pending onslaught, Drake?
Drake: it?s possible.
Claire: Do you know anything about what?s going on.
Drake: I have a faint idea.

Picking up his heavily groggy opponent Darkfyre threw him out of the ring beneath the second rope, Morgan?s almost limp body hurling to the unforgiving, thin matted concrete floor below, his head bouncing off the rail. Darkfyre was quickly in pursuit, sliding under the bottom rope , first sending a left foot into Craig Morgan?s side to further weaken him. Both Rogue and TNT soon followed the two others to the outside, Rogue and TNT once again teaming up to deliver a vicious double team of blows against Darkfyre. Not having to count the referee leaned against the ropes, watching the action for chairs and other weapons. With Morgan almost unconscious at their feet the shortly forged tag team began to rearrange the steel rails, moving one less than a meter from the ring?s edge aTNT set Darkfyre over it, gut first. Climbing to the ring apron Rogue spread his arms out to the crowd before jumping as high as his heavily weighted self would, his shoes keeping together right until they stomped down hard on the small of Darkfyre?s back, pushing his gut right into the railing. Rogue kept going forward, landing on Morgan?s body and tripping into a vacant set of steel chairs from the parted audience.

One after the other TNT dragged the two legal competitors into the ring, slapping them repeatedly across the face for a reaction, the referee simply shrugging. After more than a minute passed Darkfyre began to show some faint signs, propping himself up on his hands and knees he slowly crawled to TNT?s ring corner, reaching out as far as he could to tag in his opponent. With a wide arm taunt to the crowd and a deliriously happy smile on his face TNT walked over to Craig Morgan, a dead Craig Morgan, pulling him into a standing head scissors with ease TNT lifted up Morgan into a Power Bomb, flooring Morgan indefinitely. Raising his head to the ceiling and lifting his arms above his head TNT posed again, this time just to show off well, like every other time, too, but a steel chair ringing out after a vicious hit to the steel railings awoke him. Rogue stood behind the steel guard rail, chair in hand, and blood running down his face yet again, TNT spun on the spot, stopping short when he saw Rogue standing, his smirk immediately gone from his face. . Morgan groaned deeply, the referee calling out medics to help him up, with his attention busied Rogue started to slowly, and cautiously climb over the rail, TNT sprinting behind him towards the ropes, bounding back at Rogue and flying through the ropes on the other side at Rogue, completing a full revolution in mid air before his Tope Con Hilo was stopped short with him crashing into Rogue?s out held chair. TNT was the second drop down into the chairs, medics scurrying all about to Craig Morgan in the ring, carrying him off in a stretcher to the locker room.

?Craig Morgan is unable to compete, however, the referee has ruled that if at least two of the three remaining participants can answer a count of ten by making it to the ring, the match shall resume! And under Tornado style rules with no disqualification!? Rosalyn Peters called out through the arena, a yell of appreciation came from the crowd as she did so.

As was expected Rogue was the first to answer, dragging his bloodied chair into the ring quite quickly, before even a count of two was reached two, although he collapsed in the center of the ring. Darkfyre was a little slower, coming in at six, clutching his mid section was he dragged himself into the ring. TNT came last, stumbling his way into the ring at nine, leaving a fair trail of blood in his wake. The three battered, bruised and bloodied men each looked at the other two of his opponents.

For the second time in the night the bell sounded to signify the beginning of a match with these competitors, but instead it was a three way instead of four way, the referee once again enters the ring to adjudicate.

Claire: Wow, what a strange twist of events!
Drake: I never really saw that coming, either.
Claire: you never see anything coming.
Drake: one thing I do see is you. I can see you on the horizon.
Claire: Did you just call me fat!?

Rogue and TNT stood tall, sharing a nod of agreement in the direction of Darkfyre, both launching into mixed strike attacks, TNT ducking under Rogue?s hard hitting arm blows to Darkfyre?s face to destroy Darkfyre?s stomach area. After about twenty shots in total had been landed Darkfyre finally fell to the ground, the duo of TNT and Rogue backing way from the other and from Darkfyre to put themselves back into a stalemate. Rogue dove out of the way of TNT?s Lariat attempt, and dodging a second missed running strike. TNT ran sluggishly at Rogue a third tim, the blood loss wearing him down enough for Rogue to simply stand his ground and floor TNT by twisting his body and throwing up a knee into TNT?s gut for the Kitchen Sink. TNT sat right back up, his minute to catch his breathe, however, was interrupted by Rogue wrapping two of his mammoth arms underneath TNT?s arms and lifting him to his feet and into a monster bear Hug!

Rogue tossed TNT everyway he could, squeezing tighter and tighter on the small of his back until TNT gave up his fight, collapsing over Rogue?s shoulder. The referee lifted his arm up the first time, no response, no response on the second time either, the third time TNT?s hand wavered a fraction, enough to keep him in the match! Rogue?s fury was yelled out to the Rose City Inn crowd, the Pure Destructor throwing TNT fully over his shoulder now, before throwing himself forward, slamming TNT into the mat back first in a modified spine buster! Rogue called to Darkfyre, wrenching him to his feet and putting him in position to the back of TNT, who had finally made it to his feet. Two vicious punches was enough to push TNT backwards onto the waiting Darkfyre?s shoulders, Darkfyre catching TNT in a Torture Rack position. Darkfyre used all of his remaining strength to bring TNT?s head and legs as far in an arc as possible and to keep them there, the ever cunning Rogue waiting in the wings to make sure things went accordingly. TNT once again yelled in pain, but never submitting, Rogue giving it an entire minute before giving Darkfyre instructions to release him. As Darkfyre began to release TNT, Rogue ducked to the outside, ripping out a table from beneath the ring. The trestle table was thrown into the ring without and regard for safety, Darkfyre dumping TNT off his shoulders any which way. Darkfyre slumped himself in the ring corneas Rogue set up the table, TNT the Showboat lying in his own blood on the mat floor.

Pulling TNT to his feet Rogue crouched down, lifting the smaller man onto his shoulders with not much difficulty, Rogue turning his back to the ring to climb the ropes for his signature move, the Crucifix Drop. As he placed one foot on the first level of the Darkfyre landed his shoulder thrust right in the center of his back. Almost instantaneously Rogue dropped TNT, his hands holding his back in pain as Darkfyre took over the onslaught of TNT once again. Squatting low Darkfyre weakly lifted TNT onto his shoulders in a sitting position, holding it mere seconds before he dropped backwards into and through the standing trestle table! Darkfyre rolled himself atop of TNT for the cover. One! The referee?s hand slapped the mat the first time, the crowd counting with him. Two! TNT?s body looked out of it, not even a twitching eyelid. Thr- wait! Rogue?s diving back elbow ended the count, the big man soaring through the air, hitting Darkfyre?s bare stomach like it had a painted on target. A half cheer ran through the crowd, not knowing whether they wanted TNT, Darkfyre or Rogue to win the match.

Drake: This is getting a little interesting, I guess.
Claire: A little!? A little!? I?m on the edge of my seat!
Drake: Must be a tiny seat, that or this proves my ?seeing you on the horizon? theory?

Being on top Rogue was the first to stand, followed by Darkfyre less than ten seconds later, the two standing eye to eye with deathly glares. For the sake of it Rogue threw his arms to either side, taunting for the crowd, getting a more than half decent reaction. Before Darkfyre could return with a taunt of his own a fan threw in his steel chair for the fighters, their attention crossing to whether or not they will use it, and if so, could they get it before their opponent did. The chair was at their feet, Rogue?s heavy boot inching over it?s edge to try and get a head start, Darkfyre lowering himself to be the first to catch it, but even their fastest reactions didn?t beat the other, the chair was still caught between the two as they both dived for it. Trying to draw Rogue?s attention from the chair Darkfyre hocked up a huge spit, launching it right into Rogue?s crimsoned face, but not even that could deter Rogue from his goal of taking the chair. They wrestled back and forth, the chair moving slightly one way, before going right back the other way, neither could get a good enough hold of it to take it fully. Darkfyre began to twist his side, forcing Rogue to follow it?s every move, with his hands, TNT meanwhile began to creep up again, although he too was dripping blood everywhere and appeared to not be able to stand well. Rogue and Darkfyre ripped at it one last time before it flew to their side, the force of the chair into TNT?s face dropping the hardcore king to the mat once more.

Drake: Why doesn?t TNT just stay down/
Claire: Because he is an awesome guy that never gives up!
Drake: Or really foolish?
Claire: yes, or that.

Rogue?s arm caught the black steel chair first, it?s first movement to swing right back up to catch Darkfyre beneath the chin, before being lifted right behind Rogue?s head and slammed back down into Darkfyre?s spine viciously! Darkfyre doubled over in pain, slowly falling forward to land on his face on the mat, Rogue kicking him down to take the pin. One! Not a single action from Darkfyre said he was going to move. Two! Tnt was still floored unconsciously, his blood flow ceasing. A combination of a diving Craig Morgan tackle and Darkfyre?s shoulder feebly pushing upwards stopped the three count. Morgan stood up, his head heavily bandaged, and a wide grin on his face as he dragged the chair over with his foot, and as Rogue began to stand he bounded into the ropes behind Rogue, coming back at a high speed and precisely grasping the back of Rogue?s head to slam into the steel chair. Long red streaks covered the black chair after Rogue pulled himself up from it, rubbing his face gingerly. Morgan?s boot snapped Rogue?s head back , the attack coming as a surprise to Rogue who hadn?t even regained his bearings when it struck. Darkfyre had by now got to his feet, Morgan roughly pulling Rogue into the standing head scissors position, before with effort he pulled him right onto his back and shoulder in a power bomb position. Morgan held Rogue in the same position as someone would have set up for an Awesome Bomb, whilst Darkfyre groggily climbed the turnbuckle. Morgan threw Rogue from his shoulder, , Rogue landing in a death defying power bomb style, before his problems were compounded as Morgan rolled out of the way and Darkfyre flew from the top of the turnbuckle, well, kind of fell into the Diving head butt! Morgan stood over Rogue laughing and pointing at him as if he had slain a dragon, Darkfyre simply content to drape an arm over Rogue?s body for the count. One! Two! The steel black chair crushed Darkfyre?s back, Morgan throwing the chair away right away as the referee began to push him from the ring, Darkfyre unmoving on the mat.

Drake: Wow, what an interesting turn of events!
Claire: You can say that again, what in God?s name is Morgan trying to do here!?

Morgan pushed past the referee, dragging TNT over the fallen Darkfyre before sprinting from the ring, with a huge grin on his face and his arms raised in the air, proudly.

One! Two! Three! The bell rung at the referee?s command, TNT cocking his head up at the commotion from the crowd and the bell. The crowd rained jeers down on Morgan and TNT respectively, obviously unhappy with how the result came about.

?And your winner, by pin fall, tai ?nitro? Tolium!? Rosalyn peters? voice did nothing to cease the insults from the crowd directed at TNT and Morgan. Morgan rushed to the ring, raising TNT?s hand high in the air with the referee doing the same on TNT?s other side, much to the dismay of the fans.

Drake: It seems like Morgan is just content that Rogue didn?t win.
Claire: Well, he did do everything to stop Rogue from winning.
Drake: Did he hit him with a truck?
Claire: no?
Drake: My point exactly.

TNT?s entrance theme followed him the entire way as he stumbled up the walk way, aided by Morgan, TNT?s blood spilling out all over Morgan and making a trail behind him, but he pushed away both Morgan and the medics as he got to the curtain, throwing a single arm up in recognition of the crowd. Morgan had to hold open the curtain for TNT as he made his way through it, the medics following him in a quick dash. Rogue and Darkfyre sat in the center of the ring, Rogue looking into his hands in shame, Darkfyre glaring at Rogue as if he wanted to tear him limb from limb but couldn?t quite reach. Rogue was the first to exit the ring, jumping from the apron to the floor and storming up the walk way without a second glance back, but Darkfyre stayed.

?I have been torn to pieces in this match. Chairs almost broken across my back, I was almost broken in half more than once, but I enjoyed every last second of it!? Darkfyre gulped back something, possibly blood, the crowd keeping dead quiet as he paused. ?I I have loved it because I thought it would entertain you, the fans, and with that note I must announce my leaving of the GWA and wrestling in general.? The crowd let out a groan, before someone began a ?please don?t go? chant that filled the arena for more than a minute. Darkfyre stood in the moment, cherishing it as one to remember before continuing on. ?It might be for a month, it might be a year, I might not be able to ever come back, but will always remember the fans for this great appreciation, and love that you all have show me. Thank you.? With that the crowd restarted the ?please don?t go? chant but Darkfyre had already turned his back and was limping up the walk way, giving as many high fives as he possibly could before disappearing behind the huge curtain into the back.

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