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Prince Kira Ukonvasara
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PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:52 pm


~AoA: No, You're Not~
Darson Grays vs. Steven Cain
Danny Demonstar vs. Jacob Figgins - [IGTT Semifinal]
Kid Chaos vs. Hunter Sullivan - [Blood Letting Match]
Alex Lords vs. Mark Zout - [IGTT Semifinal]
Chance Praye & Lit vs. Jaice Wilds & Chris Angel
Ice vs. ??? - [GWA Grand Championship]
PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:54 pm


The show kicks off in a big way as “The Message” by Nas hits the speakers signaling the arrival of the GWA Grand Champion him self, Ice. The lights in the arena cut to black as the fans all rise to their feet in anticipation of one of the most beloved wrestlers in the GWA. The beat picks up and the lights above the curtain blink to life flashing blue and white down on the ramp.

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get ******** and ate out
Prostitute turned b***h, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King


As soon as the word king is said, the Dragonslayer Ice pushes the curtain to the side and steps out onto the ramp, the GWA Grand Championship secured around his waist. Ice throws his arms out to the side in the crucifix position for a second before bringing them back in and then rising them above his head in his trade mark pose.

The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em <******** me in the Benz wagon


Ice drops his pose and makes his way down the ramp as the GWA fans reach out to pat him on the back as he walks by. The lights in the arena come back to life but only half way as he holds out his arms to slap hands with the fans.

Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
s**t is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a ******** who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised s**t
Hungry-a** hooligans stay on that piranha s**t


Ice enters the ring area but instead of entering the ring he does a lap around the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can get the chance before coming around to the front of the ring and leaping up onto the apron. The Dragonslayer stands firmly on the ring apron and lifts his arms up once again hitting his signature pose as the lights come the rest of the way on illuminating the arena once again.

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin


Ice drops his pose and pats the gold around his waist before unhooking it and lifting it up into the air with his right arm. The fans cheer loudly for this, seeing their hero standing before them with his gold held rightfully in the air.

I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
Across the street you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that ***** grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what the ********
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what


Ice steps in-between the ropes and enters the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and puts his foot on the top rope before stepping up and holding his gold out to the fans. “This is ours right here!” He says as Nas continues to rap.

Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the ******** I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown *****'s through, blazin at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up


Ice then carries his title to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it before kissing the GWA Grand Championship and holding it high into the air with both of his arms and then draping it across his shoulder before hitting his pose one more time for the fans.

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back


The Dragonslayer hops off of the turnbuckle before grabbing a mic from Justin Mayfair who is standing in the ring with him. Ice pats the Gold around his waist as his music cuts out and all that is left are the sounds of the fans cheering for him. Ice holds his finger up to his mouth to quiet the down and in a few seconds the Gym is completely quiet waiting for Ice to speak.

“So, it seems the AoA has come back from whatever cave they were hiding in last show and here I am booked in a championship match against whoever the hell they decided to send at me tonight. But I’m ok with that, really I am. So come on out whoever it is and let’s get this things started." Suddenly the speakers in the gym play a noise similar to a cash register ringing up a sale.

[Lil Scrappy]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!

[Chorus - 4X]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank


The lights in the arena immediately dim and the entrance flashes and sparkles as the bass from "Money in the Bank" by Lil Scrappy ft. Young Buck booms out through the speakers, almost moving the arena. The strobe lights flicker on and off, lighting up the stage with flashes of white. The lights on the side of the curtain up on the stage twinkle almost like diamonds. The fans are rained on with a storm of red confetti. Two backstage crew members run from behind the curtains, rolling out what seems to be a mile long, red carpet that stops at the ring. For the viewers at home, their screen cuts down to a widescreen view, much like those for movies in theaters.

[Young Buck]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murciélago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got (Money in the Bank)


To the crowd's dismay, Killa Kal comes outs from behind the curtains, accompanied by his gorgeous girlfriend, Lana, to overwhelming, ear-deafening boos, wearing his signature leather DMC trenchcoat, purposely wearing it open to expose his highly defined abs that appear to be carved from granite, Cage inspired tights, and matching Adidas. A crowd of photographers swarm them in a giant crowd, taking photos of their picture perfect looks. His brown eyes roam the crowd in attendance for the show. The crowd stands up on their feet, greeting him, some with cheers, but mostly with a shower of jeers. Killa takes a few steps up, searching the crowd through his stunna shades, not even caring about this type of reception from the crowd, but actually loving every second of it. A small smirk springs across his face. He throws his arms up in the air as he breathes in the fresh air. He begins to walk forward with his lady latched on to the side of his arm, her hand lingering around his torso, and further down to his ab's as she rubs all over them with a hint of lust in her eyes. They make their way to the GWA ring, laughing at the crowd along the way, prepared for the battle ahead.

50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-a** squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My s**t gon', sell, yo' s**t gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-a** family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My s**t gon', sell, yo' s**t gon', flop


Killa strides past the booing fans, stopping at the steel steps. The darling Lana removes his stunna shades from his face. She kisses him passionately and wildly before walking over to the side. Killa walks up the steel steps, walking along the apron, standing up on the second turnbuckle. He raises his head, closing his eyes and breathing in the electricity and ignoring the thousands of boo's. He enters the ring going through the middle rope. Once in the squared circle Killa takes another moment to look at the crowd. He walks past the ref and steps up on the second rope on the upper right turnbuckle, throwing his right arm up in the air again, getting another reaction from the huge audience. He steps down and goes to the left turnbuckle opposite of the one he was on, repeating the same taunt. Killa jumps down from that turnbuckle and turns to face the entrance, waiting for his opponent. He looks down at the people in the first row, looking around at the crowd with his eyes squinted. Lana steps into the ring, bending over in front of Kal as he yanks her back up by her long black hair, kissing each other again. A sense of satisfaction comes across his face as they stare over to Ice, Killa looking down at his briefcase.

"Hold the presses ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, you have earned the right to see the definition of wrestler, and that's me, the Feature Attraction of Sports Entertainment, the man who's face is over theater screens world wide, MISTER MONEY IN THE BAAAAAAAANK, Killa Kal!!! Now Vanilla Ice, you're probably guessing at this moment, that I have cashed in my money in the bank, but you're dead wrong champ. Since Darson doesn't talk much, I'm taking Twist's place as leader of the AoA and right now I'm gonna exert my power and authority. You see, I've earned my right to challenge for that title without this contract, and right now, I'm challenging you for that Grand Championship right now!"

The lights in the arena dim down to a dark blue color, a quick drum beat fading in through the sound system, white spotlights beginning to beginning to sweep over the arena and flash in time with the beat. A few quick guitar riffs come in, but quickly fade back out up until the beginning of the first verse, Blackie Lawless' charred vocals coming in. The guitars come in and Revision throws the curtains open, walking out into the aisle as the crowd lets loose their respective reactions, cheers and boos filling the arena, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. Instead, he just starts his way down the aisle, swaying his upper body a little to the beat of the song and singing along with the song lightly, occasionally turning to jaw with a negative fan or flirt with one of the female crowd members. The chorus of "L.O.V.E. Machine" by W.A.S.P. begins as Revision reaches the bottom of the ramp, taking a running start to hop up onto the apron and climb up onto the ropes, one foot on the bottom one and the other set on the middle, balancing without the use of his hands. Revision grins, then quickly pulls off his sunglasses and jacket, tossing them back towards an official and throwing his arms up in the air a few times, encouraging stronger reactions from the fans. Killa acknowledges his teammate with a handshake, but Kal still having some lingering tension with Revision.

"Unfortunately Kal, you aren't the only star in the AoA. As a matter a fact, you're not the member in the AoA that's holding gold, I am. Look at what I've done with the Openweight Championship, I've defeated every man that has stepped up to the plate, and now it's time to add another accomplishment to my already illustrious career, and that's to become the Grand Champion. So, you can't challenge him, because I'm challenging Ice for the strap."

Ice suddenly holds up his hand to cut Revision off and then holds up his own mic to say:

“I’m disappointed in you guys, really I am. I thought I’d come out here and actually be surprised by what you guys had in store for me. Instead I get “Mr. I-CANT-EARN-A-TITLE-SHOT” Killa Kal and the guy who thinks he’s a Rock star Revision. Whatever, I figured I’d have to deal with you two eventually; mine as well make it now. So I don’t care who it is. Rather it be Revision of Kal, it doesn’t really matter to me because I’m a fighting champion. So hurry up and decide which one of you two morons it’s going to be so we can get this over with.”

Ice drops his mic and takes a step back so he can lean against the ropes and let the two AoA members bicker. Kal and Revision however take one look at each other and then rush forward to strike Ice with dual right hands to his face. Ice stumbles away from the ropes and right into the hands of Revision who whips him into the corner where the two AoA members begin to stop the Grand Champion into the mat. The crowd boos this loudly but are powerless to do anything to stop it as the AoA continues the assault on the man that took the gold away from them. After they feel like they have done enough damage, Kal picks Ice up from the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a huge Powerbomb! Kal then lifts Ice up once again and lands a second more powerful Powerbomb! Once again Kal lifts Ice up and once again he drops Ice to the mat in an Elevated Powerbomb to finish off the FINAL DESTINATION!!! Ice is motionless on the mat after tasting the finisher that put Roy Chambers away and grated Kal the Money in the Bank. Revision looks like he is about to take his turn on the GWA Grand Champion but is cut off suddenly as none other then HATED bolts into the ring from the crowd and begins to brawl with the Openweight Champion. The crowd goes up in a torrent of cheers as Revision is caught off guard and stumbles backwards and out of the ring over the top rope. Kal tries to put Hated down but is caught by a couple of thunderous right hands from Clearwater that rock Kal. Hated then grabs his head and throws him out of the ring too be reunited with Revision on the floor. Together the two AoA members help each other up and begin to walk backwards up the ramp while yelling up at Hated in the ring. Meanwhile, Andrew picks up one of the fallen mics and says:

“Oh no hump jumps, that is not how this shite goes down. I want my rematch against Ice and if I can’t have that then you two sure as hell don’t get matches either. I thought about sitting this show out but I just knew that Ice wouldn’t be able to take care of him self with out me. Since I’ll never get another chance fairly at it, Killa Kal, I challenge you to a match for your MONEY IN THE BANK!

The crowd cheers for the concept of Kal losing his money in the bank and Kal himself only stares up at Clearwater as he drops his mic and lifts Ice to his feet. Ice shakes the cobwebs out of his head and then points down at Revision mouthing the words “Then your mine”. Together, Killa Kal and Revision push aside the curtain and vanish into the dark as the two teammates/enemies/rivals stand firm in the ring…

Prince Kira Ukonvasara
Captain


Prince Kira Ukonvasara
Captain

PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:55 pm


Reserved
PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:56 pm


The entrance begins with an empty stage, and the harmonica from Shine Down. This lasts for about twenty seconds until the large guitar solo fades in.

At this time Zout comes running onto the stage, making large motions that go well with the timing of the heavy beats in the song. His high energy and happy-go-lucky appeal hits the crowd just right enough that a roar of boos does not erupt. This isn't to say he's greeted with a warm response. Mark is a low carder, and it's no secret.

He makes his way to the ring, Bopping to the music and slapping anyone's hand that maybe possibly wants him to. Electing to take the stairs, he mounts the turnbuckle and makes one last large face-oriented taunt to the crowd in time with the music, resulting in a small pop from a lively section.

Just as the lyrics begin the song begins to fade. Zout hops down from his perch at this time and enters the ring, rolling his shoulders or stretching as he waits on his opponent

“TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM
(YOU GONNA BE A HERO)
TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM”

A multitude of cheers and scattered boos kick up as smoke bellows from the curtains signaled the beginning of “Take The Dream” and marking the arrival of the one and only Alex Lords. White strobe lights comb the crowd giving brief glances at faces, anxious to see GWA's fastest rising star. The main lights dim as the tension begin the rise and ancipations builds for the next match. The white strobe lights begins to flash on and off to the beat of the song. The crowd on either side of the entrance curtain grow anxious with the stalling of "The Epitome Of Excellence"as the strobe light continues to pulsate along with the beat of the song.


“I CAN HEAR YOUR VOICE CALLING
MY NAME FROM A PART OF DARKNESS
SOMEONE SAID TRY TO MAKE
IT THE POWER JUST BY YOURSELF”

Lords’ silhouette can be seen from behind the curtain as the lights cut out completely and the smoke begins to rise. Without warning, Alex explodes from behind the curtain with that cocky strut. Alex stops and scans the arena , throwing that smirk into the air...if he was nervous about his upcoming match , you couldnt tell by the look in his eyes.With his eyes focused on the ring, he begins his descent. Fans beat on the guardrails to the beat and with outstretched hands, try to touch him as he passes down the aisle. Alex rips his headband from his head as he walks to the beats and tosses it into the crowd for a few fans to struggle over. He takes in the atmosphere and steps close to the auduince on either side of the isle and bounces to the beat alittle with them , happy to join in with his fans.

“YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE
YOU'LL MAKE IT GONNA BE A HERO”

“TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM
TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM”


As Alex reaches the end of the isle, and stops for a moment to shoot a cocky grin towards the crowd. He then takes off his shades with the utmost care before placing them inside his jacket pocket. Cheering and the chorus of this song playing seem to get Lords hyped up as he throws his arms into the air and strike a pose , taking his time and allowing people to take pictures. After giving the people want they wanted , Alex regains his focus and heads towards the ring.

“I DONT KNOW HOW LONG TO TAKE
IT,BUT NEVER GIVE TO THE END
SOMEONE SAID TRY TO GET
THE MOST TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN”

“YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE
YOU,LL MAKE IT GONNA BE A HERO

TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM
TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM”


Alex gets a running start and hops onto the apron , before taking his jacket off and tossing it to the timekeeper. Alex gives a bow to the fans before turning facing the inside of the ring. He gives a tug on the ropes and flips over into the ring stopping in the center.He hops up onto the middle rope and stares out at the crowd , tossing his arms into the air as if victory is assured.

“KEEP GOING ON TO THE GOAL
OF YOUR OWN WAY
NORTHERN LIGHT JUST WILL
HAVE COME TO YOU
(YOU GONNA BE A HERO)

TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM
TAKE THE DREAM LIKE THE STORM”

Alex hops onto the top turnbuckle, his fist in the air. He gets the fans pumped up and his excitement is contagious and the fans feel it. His entrance theme dies down as Alex’s smile melts away into his cocky smirk and he stares his opponent. He tosses his arm into the air once more as his entrance theme begins to die down and the lights return to normal.

"First up from Seattle Washington , MARK ZOOUT! The crowd gives an ovation for the emerging star on the GWA scene. Zout gives a nod and acknowldges the crowd's cheers with a fist raised in the air. The crowd dies down as Roselyn begins to speak again , "And to my right , from Chicago , Illinois....."The Epitome Of Excellence".....ALEX LOOORDS. The arena comes alive with a roar as Alex hops onto the top turnbuckle and tosses his arms into the air , pumping himself and the crowd up for the next match as red and white streamers rain over the ring , courtesy of a group of fans in the front row.






Zout and Lords uneasily step to the center of the ring and shake hands before retreating to their respective corners. Lords sits and waits for Roger Fairborn to signal for the timekeeper to ring the bell. At the sound of the bell , Zout and Lords lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Both men push back and forth until Lords manages to force Zout to the ground and apply a reverse waistlock. Zout doesnt stay in the hold for long as he executes a standing switch and grabs ahold of Lords. Alex manages to escape before jocking for position with Zout for minutes on end. Zout lets Lords go and applies a deep side headlock , Alex pushes Mark into the rope and sends him rebounding across the ring. As Zout comes back he is caught in a sleeper hold. Lords wrenches the hold in tight and Zout seems to be fading fast , Mark fights his way to the turnbuckle before kicking off of it and falling backwards onto Lords. Fairborn notices Lords' shoulder on the mat and pounds the mat , 1..........2.....2.15. Lords lets go of Zout before 3 much to his dismay when he seemed so close to victory.

Zout and Lords get to an even base and begin to feel each other out again with a roman knucklelock , Lords clearly has the strength advantage. Zout fires off a few kicks to Lords' side to which Lord responds with an elbow strike before whipping him into the ropes. Zout comes speeding off the ropes and narrowly misses Lords swiping at him , on his return he ducks under an ill-aimmed forearm but returns to punish Lords with a DROPKICK to the chest. The crowd gives a slight pop as Zout connects with one of his signature moves to which Mark has play to the fans for a moment. Lords rubs his chest as he gets to his feet , the disappointment from being caught from Zout is noticeably visible on his smirk-less face. Lords and Zout move to the center of the ring and lock up once more , Lords kicks Zout's left hand away while he preforms a standing switch and hammerlocks his right hand.

Zout scurries to the ropes and Fairborn calls for the break but Lords maintains the hold up until the four count , much to the dismay of the emerging section of Zout fans. Lords lets the opponent's arm go but ripped him from the safety of ropes and right into an elbow to the face. Zout collapses into the corner from the force of the blow , Lords stomps the stomach of his competitor before scraping his boot across the face of Zout. Lords claps and gets a part of the crowd behind him before running to the parallel ropes and coming back with a LOW RUNNING YAKUZA KICK. Lords drags Zout into the center of the ring before applying a lateral press ,1............2.........2.76. Zout kicks out of the pin and rolls away from Alex before getting to his feet. Mark closes the gap between he and Lords before applying a front facelock and taking Alex over with a fisherman suplex , Lords kicks out before Zout can get a one count. Lords waves a finger mockingly at Zout , "Better luck next time". Not one to take his opponents condescending tone, Zout rushes at Lords with another dropkick in mind. Alex takes a swing at Zout , who rolls after catching Lords' arm before taking him over with an armdrag into armbar.

Zout wrenches back while wrapping his legs around Lords's other arm and locking in a cruifix armbar. Lords gives a slight yelp as Zout leans back abit more. Lords leans back placing his shoulders on the mat but also getting nearer to the ropes. Fairborn's hand hits the mat once as Alex attempts to get a foot on the ropes but he is just bearly outta reach. At the count of two, Zout continues to apply pressure as Lords takes a swipe at the ropes. Just before Fairborn's hand reaches the mat for the third time.....Lords gets his foot on the rope and the referee immediately calls for the hold to be broken. Zout reluctantly obliges as Lords gets to his feet , ready to lock up once more.

The crowd gives a round of applause for the action , to which Alex cant help but play to them for a moment. It seems it was a moment too long because as Lords turns around he is blindsided by a vicious string of blows from Zout. Lords places his hands in front of his face for a tardy defense but Zout drops him with a dropkick to the chin. Mark places a foot on Lords’ chest and raises his arm, in triumph. Lords grabs the ankle of his overconfident foe while getting up to his feet, alittle embarrassed that he allowed Zout to catch him off guard. Mark swings his arms , trying to reach Lords’ face with a stinging blow. Lords takes the opportunity to trash-talk Zout to which Mark responds with a enziguri to the side of Alex’s head. Lords stumbles into the ropes for support but doesn’t stay their long as Zout strikes him with a running dropkick sending him over the top rope.

Lords walks around the outside to clear his head and catch his breath ,the fans near him offer a few words of encouragement to which seems to will Lords back into the match. Zout takes the opportunity to rest until Lords comes cautiously rolling into the ring.Lords and Mark both step in a circle, the fans ready for what is sure to be a hard-hitting exchange. The duo do not disappoint as both men rush to the center and grab the back of each others heads before punishing each other with devastating elbows to the face. After getting struck with a particularly stiff elbow shot , Zout backs up alittle before turning into Lords with a tornado forearm. Lords narrowly ducks the forearm before catching Zout’s arm and taking him over with an arm drag into wristlock, Mark clutches the ropes and the hold is broken.

Zout forces Lords to the ground and using an amateur style transition grabs his waist before setting him up on his feet. Lords struggles to stay down but Zout picks him up in a fireman's carry position.Zout situates Lords on his shoulders before preparing to take him down with the MARKOUT- No, Lords rolls off his back while clutching his arms falling into a cradle. Fairborn slides over 1….2.35, Zout kicks out. He whips Lords into the ropes , before dropping to trip him up. Lords drops onto Zout’s back with his legs under his arms, turning over into a GEDO CLUTCH , Fairborn drops once more but before two , Mark kicks up. Zout cracks Lords over the head with a clubbing blow, Lords fires back with a chop to the chest. The two trade blows like this for minutes on end until Lords seeing an opening and hits Zout with a GANMENGIRI.

Zout drops to his knees and clutching his head , Fairborn moves closer to check on Zout but Mark declines his help.Lords gives the wounded Zout a reverse back kick to face of Zout much to the disapproval of Zout's fans. Lords picks Zout up and attempts to take his head off with a discus lariat but Zout regains his wits about him in time to catch Lords in a front facelock before lifting Lords into the air before bringing Lords crashing down with a vicious brainbuster......NO SOLD!!!! Lords immediately gets back onto his feet before turning Zout around in a reverse waistlock and dropping him onto his head in a BACKDROP DRIVER!!!! Lords takes his time and twisting Zout's arm and flips over him into a modified cradle.1...........2..........2.99 , ZOUT GETS A HAND ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!!! Lords sits up as the look of disappointment spreads over his face , Zout grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up. Lords attempts to finish Lords off with a GODSLAY-NO!!! Zout counters with a drop-toe-hold , forcing Alex face first into the ground. Zout runs to the ropes parallel to the kneeling Lords , gaining speed until taking Alex's head off with a DROPKICK!!!!!!

Lords clutches his face and rolls outta the ring and stops near the apron to tend to his injury. Upon removing his hands from his face,a small stream of blood is running from a cut above Lord's eye. Zout speeds off the ropes once more and strikes Lords with a BASEBALL SLIDE-No!!! Alex avoids the slide and tosses Zout over the barricade , Lords pulls the barricade back before hopping back onto the apron. Lords hops onto the middle rope for leaping off with an ASAI MOONSAULT, Alex's right foot collides with Zout's chin and mouth sending Zout to the ground A "HOLY s**t" chant starts up as Lords gets to his feet and wipes the blood from his brow , a few fans pat Alex's back but he ignores them and turns his attention on Zout. Mark gets to his feet and wipes a trickle of blood from his mouth before moving towards Lords , looking as if he could collapse at any moment. Lords takes Mark down with a double leg takedown before hammering away with blows akin to what someone would see in a MMA fight , Fairborn grabs Alex's arm and tells him to get back in the ring. Alex lays in one more blow before getting up and tossing Zout over the guardrail and then back into the ring.

Zout attempts to whip the battered Lords into the corner but is reversed and sent back first into the turnbuckle. Alex puts Zout on the top turnbuckle and after taking careful aim punishes Mark with a leaping palm strikes. Lords strikes once more before getting into the corner with his back to Zout and takes him over with an iconoclasm. Lords gets to the top rope and signals a high risk manuevar to the crowd , The crowd gets to their feet in preparation for Lords' next move. Alex takes one last deep breath before leaping off the top rope , looking for the TOP ROPE DOUBLE STOM-NO!!!!Zout moves outta the way just before getting his brains pulverized by Lords. Alex regains his balance before taking another DROPKICK!!!! Lords let a yell of rage and fustration at being caught with another dropkick. Zout rolls up Lords but Alex immediately kicks out. Lords gets to his feet and immediately begins laying in stomps to Zout , whose neck is bother him and with him holding tightly making it a target.

Lords picks Zout up and lays into him with a barrage elbow strikes, dazing him to the point that he stumbles abit as Lords lets him drop back to the canvas. Alex gets Zout back to his feet before seizing him in a ura-nage style head and arm hold before bringing him up and over......ACID ALKALINE-NO!!!!! Zout struggles in mid-air and manages to sandbag the move before being able to float over. Lords , gives Zout a glare before continuing the match. Zout whips Lords to the turnbuckle and sets him up top , looking for the superplex. Alex gives Zout a few clubbing blows to the back before knocking Zout off the turnbuckle , Zout runs back up to the middle turnbuckle before taking the bloodied "Epitome Of Excellence" over with AN AVALANCHE SAMBO SUPLEX!!!!! Lords lands on his upper back and holds that position as Zout flips over him in a jackknife pin position. Fairborn slides over as the crowd gets on their feet to welcome the first IGTT finalist. 1....................2..............2.99 , LORDS KICKS OUT!!!!!!! The timekeeper rings the bell thinking it it over but the ref signal that the match is still on. The fans get on their feet sensing the match is reaching its climax. Zout bounces off the ropes and heads for the barely standing Lords , Zout launches himself into the air with a DROPKICK-NO!!!!At the last second Lords blocks the blow and is sent into the ropes , it is the ropes gives him the needed momentum to take Mark's head off with a GODSLAYAH!!!!! The crowd explodes as Zout is leveled with the lariat. Lords crawls over to his downed opponent and wrap Zout's arm around his own neck before sandwiching his trapped arm and neck between his arms and body. Lords pulls back and rips at Mark's neck and arm , a "TAP" chant starts up and gains momentum as Lords continues to wrench the bridging cobra clutch in. Lords lets up on the move but only to get to his knee and pull back even further than before. Zout waves his captured hand frantically to maintain feeling but after a few minutes it was clear the match wouldnt last much longer. Lords gives one last wrench of the cobra clutch and ZOUT CANT TAKE ANYMORE AND TAPS!!!!!

"Take The Dream" starts up immediately as Lords lets his opponent go. Alex allows Fairborn to raise his hand in victory , much to the delight of the GWA crowd. Alex wipes the blood from his forehead before delibrately shaking an exhausted Zout's hand with his bloodied one. He travels up the main ramp , opting to skip his victory lap to get his forehead checked out but not before giving that cocky smirk that the crowd would be seeing alot of soon.

Prince Kira Ukonvasara
Captain


Prince Kira Ukonvasara
Captain

PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:57 pm


“Welcome laddies and Gents, To the first round in the best of three series...”

The fans Explode into cheers as the announcer stands in the middle of the ring, around here is a clean ring, on one side of the ring is a small poll extending from the poll, on a small wire held a syringe, it dangles freely, the needle gleaming at it taps at the top of the steel poll, on the other side of the ring is a mimic of the first sight, One needle for each man, a certain point on the needles is marked yellow, this will be the indicator for the amount of blood needed to win the match. The announcer quickly moved on as signs randomly pop up at odd places, one being a reference to this very match “Hunter VS Chaos, involuntary blood donar match.” it was a joke referring to what must be done to win the match.

“Introducing First, From Corner Brook, Newfoundland, Canada, he is the Self proclaimed Hardkore Ikon ((Boo’s flood the comment, the crowd clearly behind Chaos’s legacy of Kicking a**.)) He is Mr. Sullivan, Hunter.”

BRING THE VIOLENCE!

Yo, pretty ladies around the world
Gotta a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your momma too
Were about to go down
And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don’t care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, Do your dance
Do your dance quick, mom

As the music hits the crowd seems to break into two groups, one cheering Hunter, and another group a loyalist of sorts towards Chaos’s legacy. Boo’s and Cheers make a odd mix of screams.
Hunter bursts out onto stage with a gleam of arrogance glowing off him. He holds no current weapons as he strutted his way out onto the stage, he looked like he didn’t care, maybe because this is his match. Maybe because this match is Hunters own creation, a ‘Blood Let’ match, that his conference holds it’s self at a higher level. Maybe it’s because Hunter has used needles as a weapon before? Maybe It is his own self deceit that he can do no wrong, that he can not lose such a match.... But as everyone in the audience knows, that it is a lie.. And Hunter will soon find that out. Hunter hits the ramp as clang of steel starts below him with every step. Hunters own cockiness is relevant as he doesn’t even have a weapon to defend himself with. Hunter had a strut of sorts as he worked his way to the end of the ramp, fans in the arena still sharing mixed reaction. Hunter quickly stepped onto the matting sliding into the ring, Hunter quickly pushed himself to his feet and speeded towards his corner to which his needled was dangling, gleaming. Hunter held the item in hand before letting out a slight laugh, turning around and dropping to the mat.

The Announce began to speak.”And his opponent standing six feet four inches tall, and weighing in at 246 pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts he is “The Southie Saint”, Kid Chaos.”
A soft voice comes over the sound system, and speaks
“And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand”

The voice cuts out as “Amen" begins to blares over the sound system the fans all turn and look to see where Kid Chaos is coming from as the song keeps playing
Forgive me father
Forgive me god
I know I’ve sinned With no remorse
Apocalyptic visions Went through my head
Here today Gone tomorrow

It’s all insane
I’m feeling sick
I’m feeling numb
The storm will come
In the name of god
I’m the chosen one

Then a figure dressed in a black hooded rob with a large wooden Celtic cross around their neck emerges in the crowd, and makes their way down the aisles. This figure is surrounded by four security guards. The figure makes their way to the security rail, and then stands with one on top of it and the other on the bottom of the rail. They have their right hand raised high above their head holding a barbed-wire bat. Then they then hop over the security rail making their way to the ring. The figure then places the barbed-wire bat in one of the corners behind the posts, and onto the apron then from their they climb the turnbuckle form the outside. They place one foot on the second turnbuckle, and the other foot on the top turnbuckle. Then they do a duel throat cut, and stretch out their arms. They then give a duel thumbs down they hold this pose for ten seconds before climbing down getting back on the apron. They take the Celtic cross off from around their neck, and then reach into the black void where a face should be, and pull out a pair of black sunglasses folding them up. They Figure then hands the sunglasses, and Celtic cross to the waiting technician. They then takes off their robe by pulling it over their head. Revealing the Figures Red and Blue camo pants and his matching Red and Blue camo vest. Kid Chaos then throws his black robe to the technician. Kid Chaos then unzips his Camo vest revealing his trademark shirt. Chaos then hands over the vest to the technician he then he gets in the ring. Kid Chaos grabs his bat, and climbs into the ring. Chaos sits in the nearest corner with his arms stretched out over the second rope waiting for the match to start.

kid chaos caught Hunter a tad bit off guard bringing a weapon to the ring, however he should have known it, it wasn’t like it was a big shocker. Hunter obviously not thinking straight when deciding to come out here without a weapon. Hunter had to think his way out of this as Chaos stood in his corner Bat in hand. The ref glanced at both men before

“This is a Blood letting match, in this match there is one, and ONLY one way to walk away the victor. It is a simple rule, To win this match you must Draw enough blood from your opponent to fill one syringe of Blood. The first person to do that will be declared the winner.” After the short explanation the announcer returned to his seat ready to watch this match, in fact he was ready to get away from it depending. The ref nodded to both guys before reaching up and declaring the bell be rung.


At the sound of the bell Kid chaos moved in with extreme speed holding the Bat in hand, It went high and Kid Quickly Brought it back down aiming for Hunters skull, his anger about his comments clear. Hunter however dodged and moved along the ropes. Kid turned and quickly followed, Kid shot again missing hitting the ropes with a slight rebound. Hunter feeling horrified, widened his eyes, he quickly rolled under the bottom rope. Chaos followed quickly sliding under the bottom rope. Hunter rolled along the apron looked for a exit, finding none but his own speed. Chaos sent another shot hitting the apron, Hunter almost getting hit. Hunter looked back seeing at a quick glance the barbed wire hooked in the apron. Using this small chance Sullivan moved in nailing in fist shots to daze the raging man. The action moving Horribly fast! Hunter delivered a strong right before Kid staggered back and dropped the bat, it still slightly hooked to the apron. Hunter gripped it and tugged it off the apron ripping the material. Hunter took the bat from both ends and goes to rake it into Chaos’s face! But no, Chaos puts his arms up, grabbing the bat at both sides of the wire trying to push it back into Hunters face, a Extreme Test of strength to say the least. Hunter held the starting advantage, having momentum going into the Test of strength of sorts, However, In attempt to win the little clash, Chaos spits in Hunters face. The move catches Hunter off guard staggering back and the barbed wire stuffed dangerously close to his face, With a powerful trust Kid is able to Send a staggered Hunter to the ground now having a leverage advantage in the situation.

Hunter showing a want to wipe the spit from his face, can do nothing if he wants to save his face from scaring. Hunter’s nose now can feel the cool metal as it minerly tares at the tip with the wobbling of both strengths clashing. Sullivan needed a escape props his legs up and places them tight against him and at Chaos’s gut. Kid notice’s but has to give his full attention to what’s at hand and is caught in a sort or monkey flip sending him overhead with more of a roll then a thump. The bat still gripped by both men, the wire cutting at the ends of there hands. Hunter roll’s through now in the mounted position and the leverage advantage. Hunter force’s the barbed wire down, Kid turning is face to dodge the closeness of the wire and to keep from being torn. Chaos held a different way to Exit the hold as he rolled the two of them onto there sides. From there Chaos started to move to his feet. In fear of becoming mounted Hunter follows the action, the struggle now being fought once again at a vertical stance. It is at this point that Hunter kicks Kid and his grip becomes loose, he staggers back as Hunter now holds the barbed wire bat.


Hunter Steams Full Speed forward aiming to knock the barbed wire into kid’s face!! NO Chaos Drops in a drop toe hold, Hunter falls the wire smashing into his OWN face! Hunter lets out a holler as He climbs to his feet with a stagger taking the bat with. Chaos quickly tosses open the apron and pulls out a cliche’ cookie sheet. Chaos Moved in taking it to Hunter as he makes a turn with the bat in hand, the Sheet denting as it connects with Hunters face. Chaos pulls back and Hits Hunter side. Sullivan staggers and leans on the barricade, the fans tapping at his arm as Chaos Dives in with another Shot, this time Hunter dodging it similar to his dodge to the barbed wire bat at the start of the match. Hunter regroups quickly and as Kid turns to tare once again into Hunter is met with Barbed wire across the skull. Kid drops the sheet as he and Hunter roll over the top of the barricade into the fans. Fans are backed away as Hunter Moves to his feet slightly faster then Chaos. Hunter grabbing a fans chair upon its site. He folds it and turns to use it! SMASH!! Chaos was a tad bit quicker on the draw and smashes Hunters chair away with the barbed wire bat. He makes another shot as Hunter moves out of the way, the bat hitting a chair and denting the steel. Hunter grabs the chair that had been knocked away and turns using it as a shield as kid Chaos smash’s down wildly hitting the chair, denting, and destroying the chair with each shot Hunter Had no way out of the situation, the Bat would make it through soon. Hunter Did the only thing on mind and Bum rushed forward, which actually caught kid off guard. Kid was forced back and hit the steel barricade. The blitzkrieg worked. Hunter pulled away the chair and Smashed it down Knocking Kid with a thud. The layer of steel a the top falling off from the earlier assault. Kid falls to his a** but is quickly picked up to his knees where Hunter ready’s another shot. NO, Kid takes Hunter by the pant helm and Pulls him into the Steel barricade. Hunters jaw and face bounce off and he slouched down next to Chaos.

Chaos pulled himself up and quickly grabbed the bat, and tossed it over head it hitting the Steel poll of the ring, Quickly after that Chaos grabbed another chair and tossed it over just like the bat. Hunter holding his mouth, his gum bleeding a tad, got to his feet with a slight stagger. Chaos sent in a forearm hitting the upper back of Hunter before taking the mans hand from behind and sending a short Irish whip with a combo of a drop toe hold. Hunters upper chest hit off the hard stone floor as Hunters arm’s saves his head from smashing brutally. Chaos gets to his feet leaving Hunter behind as he worked his way through the fans, he and security moving them out of the way. Hunter was slow to his feet staggering around a bit before finally making, holding his head still.

Kid reached a small concession stage, Cotton candy, hot pizza, T-shirts, fingers, Replica belts. Kid takes one of the replica belts and turns to see Hunter Coming up on him, Kid makes a quick turn going for a shot with the belt, This however is countered as Hunter ducks under and it now behind. Chaos turns and is met with a toe kick causing him to double over, Hunter turns grabbing a hot pizza and slapping it across Kid’s face. The sauce burning at Kids face as he quickly wipes it off flicking it to the ground. Cral quickly Grabs a Kid Chaos T-shirt and crunches it together before kicking Chaos in the back of his leg causing him to drop to his knee, Hunter quickly takes the Shirt and starts to choke away at the Legend. Chaos looked for a way out as He started to lose air. Chaos sends in a few ignored elbow shots before working his way to his feet, Chaos quickly Snapmared Hunter over head, Hunter now in a seated position is pulled up in a dragon sleeper position.... REVERSE DDT. Hunter holds his head in Pain and rolls at the ground as Chaos moves to the concession stand once again, Grabbing by the metal and tipping it causing all the items to slide off and hit the ground. The manager of the stand shows concern for the products, however moves away to the background for his own safety, watching as Chaos pulls the table into position more near Hunter. At this point hunter is almost to his feet, Kid helps him the rest of the way But Delivers a stiff right after doing so. Hunter staggers back as Kid grabs the man and pulls him into a suplex position. Chaos pulls him up into the air as Hunter kicks shifting the Momentum, Hunter sent inn a side shot, Kid replied with a stern knee, followed by another taking Hunter enough off his game for another lift, SUPLEX. Hunter smashed into the Table snapping it in two parts as Kid starts to his feet as a dazed Hunter rolls attempting to regain himself. Kid at this point heads back through the crowd. Kid happy with what he has done seems to be headed back for the Syringe. Hunter is helped minorly by a few men standing near the table to his feet. Chaos steps of the steel barricade and Grabs the Chair and Bat that he had tossed over moments before tossing the chair into the ring and the Bat following behind. Chaos quickly tossed open the apron, gibbing a duffle bag and pulling it out. Chaos kicking it to the side murmuring about goddamned laundry. Quickly kid grabbed what he was looking for, a ten foot ladder! Kid quickly slide’s the ladder into the ring rolling in after it as Hunter finally gets to the steel barricade, getting over it in a stagger. Chaos quickly grabbed the ladder and set it into a needle less corner vertically. Sullivan still dazed staggered onto the apron pulling himself up with the ropes.

Kid moves in and slides to the mat baseball sliding Hunters legs, kicking them from out under him. Hunter fell to the apron as Kid took advantage and got to his feet and sending himself into the ropes, he came back as attempt at another slide, this time however Hunter quickly moved out of the way causing, boosting to his feet as he did. This quickly movement caused Kid to stop before sliding into the Move. Kid However now moved up to Hunter whom was now a little further down the ropes and sent a Knee through the ropes at Sullivan. Hunter doubled over a Tad as Kid sent a punch, hunter staggered on the ropes before replying with a punch of his own. Chaos staggers back shaking his head a tad before going back with a wide up punch, Blocked, Hunter Grips the arm and Turns It Elbow down before jumping off the ropes Knocking the arm Brutally off the ropes!!

Chaos Let out a Yelp of pain as he held his arm and Cradled it moving around the ring, Hunter quickly returned to the ring sliding under the bottom rope. Hunter quickly moved in to take advantage of the wound he had caused. Hunter Quickly kicked low across the back of Chaos’s knee causing him to fall to one knee, Quickly Hunter grabs Chaos’s arm and jerks it out of the cradle of the other arm dropping down a Harming Forearm on the upper arm, Hunter repeats Before Letting It go and Sending in a nice kick To the arm as it hits the side of Chaos’s Body. Chaos Cradles the arm more and moves quickly to his feet and moves away finding himself Back on to a Turnbuckle, one holding Hunters Needle. Hunter Hits a nice chop before taking the arm once again and Wrapping it over the top rope, pulling the joint into the Rope attempting to pull a muscle or the sort. Chaos Quickly grabs Hunters hair and pulls it back in attempt of counter, Hunter lets out of the hold but takes advantage of the situation as Hunter reaches forward and Trusts back with a elbow into Chaos’s face loosening his Grip on his hair. Hunter Takes Chaos’s arm again and Jerks it forward in a Irish whip across the rings to the Corner holding Chaos’s Needle. Chaos turns back on as he hits the ropes, Hunter had followed behind, Kid kicked up both legs in counter, No, Hunter stops, however he catches the leg and quickly tucks them under his arms. Kid becomes Wide eyed, he grabs the steel poll behind him and use’s to stay a from being pulls off, however the slippery metal held little protection as Kid was pulled off, And in one last effort he grabs his Needle, It tugging off the rope as he is pulled to the mat. Im pact knocking it to the mat.. Hunter quickly with a smirk Crosses Chaos’s legs and locks his arms together between the Hole made in the legs. Hunter Attempts to roll him over in a Texas Clover leaf But Chaos was in struggle to stay on his back, He gripped the ropes and held his position.

Hunter quickly gained a Frown as he finds it hard to make the whole turn. Sullivan quickly tugs Chaos attempting to pull away from the rope, Chaos has a firm Grip, but, his wounded arm is breaking him hold on to rope for him. Its not going to hold much lower under the stress, the pain is gaining on him. Finally he has to let go and is dragged to the center of the ring, Hunter turns Chaos over. TEXAS CLOVER. Kid is Caught in the trapping maneuver, as there is no rope break, no way out. He quickly Is victim to the pain, crawling at the mat as he looks, thinks for a way out. The syringe... The one he had grabbed before and dropped. IF he could only reach it! The needle was laying under the Rope near his corner. They not to far from it, but still, not enough to reach it. Hunter unaware the needle had fallen just smirked, the idea being to Knock Chaos Out cold in pain and simply suck the Crimson out with ease. Kid started to turn and crawl inch by inch, Hunter becoming a tad bit annoyed, but his cocky idea of victory, had him thinking only of Chaos’s stupidity for attempting to get to the ropes. The submission was stressed more so in arrogance as Chaos yelped out again, his arm still hurting however the pain pushed away as his lower back and legs pain him. Closer, Closer, GOT IT. Chaos let out a painful smirk as he contorted himself a tad aiming at the leg, he thrust it in. Hunter Let out a Pained yell as the jagged unexpected stab caught him in the calf. Chaos’s was limited to one hand as he couldn’t contort himself to pull back for the blood. Kid feeling the hold loosen pulled the needle back out watching as a small stream of blood flows down the back of the calf. Quickly he stabs in once again. Hunter let out of the submission and stumbled forward and held the back of his leg in pain.


Chaos quickly got to his feet, needle in hand as Hunter rolled onto his back and pushed himself towards the ropes as his leg stung in pain. Kid works out a kink in his leg as his arm starts to fade in his mind as He holds a chance to switch momentum. Kid steps forward and Fumbles, his leg weak. Kid is soon walking and moves towards Sullivan his needle in hand. Hunter looks around, his corner next to him his needle dangling. Hunter pulled himself up with the ropes and Goes for it as Chaos gets upon him and stops the attempt as Hunter jumps to the second Rope, a Strong forearm and Hunter is Dazed. Kid takes his ankle and pulls it out from under him, causing his face to bang off the top rope. Kid quickly jabs the needle down in Hunter leg, Pulling back only a little before Hunter Twitch reaction and pull away flicks the needle out and sliding to the outside. Hunter grabs at his bleeding leg trying to see how bad it is cut, and bleeding. Chaos quickly sees this opening, and seizes it. Chaos rushes to the opposite set of ropes, and bounces off of them charging full force to the ropes Hunter slide under. Hunter turns to the ring in time to see Chaos leap in-between the ropes. Chaos smashes into Hunter with a Suicide Dive, that sends him flying backwards into the steel guard rail. Chaos gets to his feet, and walks over to Hunter. Chaos starts repeatedly stomping on Hunters chest. Chaos then grabs Hunter’s hair and uses it to pull him up to his feet. Chaos then spins Hunter around, and lifts him up in position for an atomic drop. Chaos then slams Hunter down nuts first onto the steel guard rail. Hunter screams in pain from his new seating arrangement, as Chaos reaches into the crowd and grabs a steel folding chair. Chaos folds the chair, and brings it up to shoulder height in both hands before smashing it into the back of Hunters skull.


Hunter falls off the guard rail inwards towards the ring. Chaos grabs Hunters hair, and drags him over to the ring post. Chaos leans Hunter so his face is on the post. Chaos sets up to swing the chair then stops puts the chair down leaning it against his body. Chaos then acts like he has batting gloves on. He undoes the gloves then redoes them. Chaos then spits in his left hand before clapping his hands together loudly imitating his favorite baseball player “Big Papi” David Ortiz. Then Chaos quickly grabs the chair , , and smashes it into the back of Hunter’s skull. Chaos pulls the chair off of the back of hunters head and lets him fall to the floor. Hunter’s face is a bloody mess, and his nose looks like it might have been broken. Chaos kneels over Hunter, and rubs his left hand over Hunter’s face. Chaos then whips the blood of on his shirt before he yells at Hunter “I own you”. Chaos stands up, and grabs Hunter by the hair dragging him towards the ring. Chaos rolls Hunter back into the ring then slides the chair in before rolling in himself. Chaos grabs the steel chair and lays it flat in the center of the ring. As this is going on Hunter has rolled to the other side of the ring, and has used the ropes to pull himself up. Hunter in a low stance waiting for Chaos to turn around. Chaos turns to go get Hunter when Chaos does Hunter explodes forward rushing Chaos like a mad beast. Chaos is able to side step Hunter, and delivers a massive knee to the head that knocks Hunter down. Hunter lands hard flat on his back unsure of what just happened.

Chaos sees an opening so he grabs Hunter’s hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Chaos places Hunter in a standing head scissors then positions himself and Hunter over the steel folding chair. Chaos then lifts Hunter up setting him up for a piledriver. Once Hunter is up in position Chaos hooks his right arm around Hunter’s left leg. Chaos looks right and nods then Chaos looks left and nods. Then Chaos finally looks straight a head and nods. At which time Chaos jumps up and drives Hunter head first into the steel folding chair with a Sit-Out Cradle Piledriver. Hunter bounce up into the air then lands hard on the matt grabbing his head in pain. Chaos is sitting on the chair, and does a duel throat cut before getting to his feet. Chaos gets to his feet, and walks over to Hunter. Chaos grabs Hunters arms ,and drags him to the center of the ring. Chaos then grabs the steel folding chair and smashes it into Hunter’s face once more. Chaos then places the chair over Hunter’s face and chest. Chaos then walks over to the corner with the ladder, and grabs the ladder. Chaos sets up the ladder then looks back at Hunter. Chaos then starts to climb the ladder. Once Chaos reaches the tops of the ladder Chaos flips off the crowd, and dives backwards flipping off the crowd the whole way. Chaos looks to over shoot his Hunter a little with the moonsault, but instead drives his elbow hard onto the chair covering Hunter’s chest landing a Moonsault Elbow Drop instead. Chaos is grabbing his elbow after hitting the Mooninites’ Revenge off the ladder. Chaos crawls over to Hunter, and pushes the chair off and goes for the pin. Chaos waits for the ref to start counting, but when there is no count Chaos gets up to his feet. Chaos gets in the refs face demanding to know why he isn’t counting the pin. The ref reminds Chaos that there is no pin fall in this match type. Chaos looks enraged at this, and looks like he is going to take it out on Hunter.

Chaos turns around and gets stabbed in the stomach with a steel folding chair by Hunter. Chaos doubles over in pain. Hunter the raises the Chair high over his head and then bring it down hard across the back of Chaos’ head knocking him face first into the matt. Hunter starts to bash the hell out of the back of Chaos’s head. After about ten viscous shoot to the back of Chaos’ head Hunter stops his is panting trying to catch his breath. Hunter drops the chair, and slides out of the ring and goes into the duffle bag Chaos pulled out before Hunter opens the back and pulls out some needles and sets them up out sides the ring. Hunter then sets up where her wants the bag of needles. Before going back under the ring, and pulling out a black velvet bag. Hunter looks in the bag, and smiles to himself. Hunter closes the bag, and tosses it into the ring. Hunter rolls into the ring after the bag. Hunter stands up and walks over to the bag picking it up. Hunter opens the bag, and turns it up side down letting thousand of thumb tacks spill onto the matt. Hunter uses his hands to spread out the thumb tacks. Then turns to Chaos who is just now getting up onto his knees. Hunter grabs the back of Chaos’ shirt, and pulls him up to his feet. Hunter then places Chaos up onto his shoulder. Hunter runs towards the thumb tacks attempting to power slam Chaos onto them, but Chaos is able to slide off of Hunter’s shoulder. Chaos push Hunter forward, and then turns around the runs to the opposite set of ropes.

Chaos bounces off of the ropes as Hunter does the same at the other side of the ring . Chaos charges hard at Hunter attempting to hit Hunter with his own finishing move the Spear right onto the thumb tacks. Hunter sees this, and able to stops himself in time to side step Chaos and send him face first into the thumb tacks with a drop toe hold. Chaos rolls over grabbing at his face and chest in pain. Hunter gets up to his feet, and pulls the thumb tacks out of his right leg. Hunter then looks down at Chaos is still down and in agony. Hunter walks over to chaos, and starts to try and stop a hole in his chest. Hunter then walks over to the turnbuckle. Hunter climbs to the top turnbuckle, and position himself. Right before Hunter can leap from the top turnbuckle Chaos sits up, and throws a handful of thumb tacks at Hunter. Hunter uses his arms covers up his face to block the tacks. Once Hunter lowers his arms Chaos is there. Chaos pulls Hunter’s left leg so Hunter lands hard family jewels first on the top turnbuckle.

Chaos climbs the turnbuckle, and places Hunter in a standing head scissors. Chaos then lifts Hunter up onto his shoulder then leaps from the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring. Chaos slams Hunter hard back first onto the duffle back full of needles. Which gives of a sickening sound. Both men are laid out on the ground. Chaos is the first to make a move as he uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Chaos then walks over to Hunter, and goes to pull him up to his feet when all of a sudden Chaos get stabbed in the stomach with a needle. Chaos stumbled back a few steps doubled over grabbing his stomach. Hunter moves in for the kill Hunter places Chaos in a side head lock then using his free hand stabs the needle right into the back of Chaos’ neck. Hunter then charges forward as he pulls the plunger up. Hunter Jumps up into the air, and pulls the needle out as he uses one hand to slams Chaos’ faces into the needles that he set up earlier. The needle shatter onto Chaos’ face, and he screams in pain. Hunter gives the needle to the ref who compares it to the needle with the marker line on it. The ref calls for the bell.

The Announce began to speak.” Your winner of this Blood letting match and the first match of this best of three hardcore series is “the Self proclaimed Hardkore Ikon” Sullivan, Hunter.”

The fans boo this, and chant “This is bullshit”

Hunter is making his way to the curtain as EMTs rush to Chaos who has just gotten to his feet. Chaos pushes the EMTs out of his way as he walks to the curtain chasing after Hunter.
PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:58 pm


The audiences excitement dies down from the last bout……

Roselyn: The following match is the semi-finals for the Inaugural Guardian of the Threshold Trophy Tournament

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Next Conspiracy ,being accompanied by Lacey, receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "An Ancient Sign of Coming Storm" blares into the speakers.

Yeahrrgh!!!

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

Blood red bows plough the waves
The dragon heads grin
Twenty ships with Norsemen braves
Riding the northern wind

"Making his way to the ring... Being accompanied by Lacey Gloria...Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Next Conspiracy...JACOB FIGGINS! "

They left their shores at early dawn
As a red sun was rising in the east
An ancient sign of coming storm
Thunder of sword and shield

The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

Sails appear in the south
Now every man prepare
The sea will be colored by blood
Battle is drawing near

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

The stadium goes totally dark………..

“THOUGH HE BE A DEMON THE SCOURGE OF THE NIGHT….HE SAHLL BE AS A STAR, THE EARTHS GUIDING LIGHT” is heard…..

All of a sudden the opening bass line of ‘The Crimson Ghost’ by the Misfits kicks in….

Out walks Danny in a red trenchcoat, and wearing the iconic mask of ‘The Crimson Ghost’, his devilock hanging in front of his face….there is a mixture of cheers and boos for Danny.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!’

As soon as the music picks up in speed, Danny sprints to the ring like a madman…the lights in the arena are all blood red….Britany also slowly makes her way to the ring….

‘I know your every move behind this face
I have control of expendable slaves
When confrontation comes down to the wire
I’ll use my cyclotrode to commece the fire!

‘You’re never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me’

Danny slides under the bottom rope and quickly stands up, in a flash he takes off his Crimson Ghost mask to reveal his iconic black cowl, as soon as the ghost mask is off Danny spits a mist of blood into the air followed by maniacal laughter……Britany sexily slides under the bottom rope…..

“And his opponent, being accompanied by Britany Evany, weighing in at 275 pounds…..’The Crimson Ghost’…DANNY DEMONSTAR!”

‘Being followed, I get quick to the chase
I take my cyclotrode right out of the case
Atomic force electrocutes your motor
Leaving dead in flames - I always escape!’

‘You’re never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me
I’M THE CRIMSON GHOST!’ x2

Danny steps to the second turnbuckle and raises his head to the air, spitting another mist of blood…..he jumps off the turnbuckle and Britany takes off his trenchcoat, Danny faces Figgy, looking like a hungry beast.

Danny rushes at Figgy and presses his forehead against his, he’s got so much rage and aggression caged in and he appears to be letting it out verbally to Figgy…..

The ref pushes the two apart and they each go to a corner….Danny focused intensely on Figgy…..stalking his prey…..Figgy mirrors his look, the two have a lot riding on this match…….

*DING*

In a flash, Danny rushes at Figgy and pounces on him with a Lou Thesz press, then starts bringing VICIOUS punches down on him…..he rears his head back and headbutts Figgy right in the face….

Danny stands up and pounds his chest a few times……

Figgy gets up and Danny quickly locks his arms around him and throws him across the ring with a quick belly to belly suplex!

Danny quickly makes a cover….

1…Figgy kicks out quickly……

When Figgy gets up, Danny runs to the ropes and attempts to come back with a clothesline, but Figgy ducks out of the way…..When Danny comes back, he attempts the clothesline again, but Figgy sticks his arm out and trips him to his back, htting him with an STO!

Figgy rolls Danny onto his front and locks in a tight Camel Clutch, he appears to be using a lot of pressure…..Danny reaches out for the ropes….unable to reach he slams his head forward, breaking out of the grip Figgy has on his neck….Figgy gets up and lets Danny get up as well….

The two begin exchanging blows….Danny appears to start getting the upper hand but Figgy out of nowhere brings Danny down with a lariat….

Figgy covers Danny for a pin….

1….Danny kicks out easily….

Danny gets to his feet and the two men start to circle each other……Danny finally stops circling and extends his right hand out…presumably requesting a test of strength……Figgy reluctantly reaches his hand out and the two lock their hands together, then proceed to do the same with their other hands……….

Figgy starts to bend Danny back…..but the crowd is divided….Chants of ‘Let’s go Ghosty’ and ‘Lets go Figgy’…..Danny starts to apply more pressure and the two are back where they started……..Danny starts to bend Figgy back……he keeps going and going until Figgys head is touching the floor…….

Danny doesn’t even appear to be reveling in his strength at all…he’s far too focused…..he quickly yanks Figgy back up by his hands, using the momentum to pull Figgys head under his arm and snaps him down with a furious DDT!

Danny again grabs his opponent by the hand and yanks him up…….he locks Figgy in a full Nelson and in a flash snaps him back for a dragon suplex!!!!

Danny bridges the suplex for a pin……

1….2…

The ref taps Danny on the shoulder and points out that Figgy has a foot on the ropes….Danny releases Figgy and stands up…Danny slaps himself in the face a few times, trying to keep his focus……

When Figgy gets to his feet he immediately gets a FACEFUL OF BLOOD! BLOOD SPIT!!!!

Danny then locks Figgy up for the reverse suplex and picks him up and lets him stay up there…preparing to hit the Twist of Cain, hoping to end this one early…….but Figgy shakes his feet enough to fall and land behind Danny, Danny turns around to receive a STRAIGHT PALM TO THE FACE!!!!

Danny falls to the ground holding his face and Figgy grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. Instead of trying to go big with a grappling move Figgins began to attack Danny viciously with forearms to the face. This of course was causing Danny to stagger back as the assault commenced. Finally upon the stunned Danny Figgins laid into him with a precision EUROCUT!!! This caused Danny to stand in place trying to shake off some cobwebs, unfortunately by the time Danny did so Figgins already bounced off the ropes and floored Danny with a RUNNING KNEE LIFT TO THE FACE!!! Figgins wanting to put this away quickly covered Danny
1...2..2.5

Danny threw his shoulder up, an obvious sign that he was telling his long time rival that he was not going to be put away that easily. Staying calm, Figgins got to his feet and awaited for Danny to get to his feet. Danny exploded upward and hit Figgins with a staggering right hand to the jaw. Frustrated, Danny grabs the sides of Figgins' head with both hands and started to repeatedly headbutt his rival. After about the tenth headbutt connected a small stream of crimson was visible flowing from Figgins' head as Danny let him go and Figgins fell backward like a freshly chopped tree. Danny smirked upon Drawing the "Next Conspiracy's" blood as he went for the pin sure Figgins had no life left in him.
1..2..2.99

The 'Next Conspiracy' managed to channel the power from the Figgified Coalition and throw his left shoulder off the mat. Danny glared down to Figgins for his vexing persistence. He grabbed Figgins by the hair and pulled him to his feet. But as soon Figgins was upright he launched his forearm up and hit Danny with a EUROCUT!!
Danny staggered back from the sudden offence as Figgins charged at Danny taking him down with a stiff LARIOTO!! Donning the crimson mask Figgins wiped some blood away from his eyes as he started to get some kicks in on Danny. Danny exploded upward and tried to mount an offence but Figgins hooking him in gutwrench position and then made his knees shoot up and strike Danny across the face. Figgins continued with this assault until about the twelfth knee when Figgins noticed smeared blood on his knee. With that being done Figgins lifted Danny off the mat and then dropped him back first into the mat with the FIG BUSTAH!!!. Figgins smirked as he saw the broken demon on the ground. Taking his time Figgins applied a lazy pin.

1..2..2.9999

Danny managed to channel all his demonic power and throw up his shoulder, which arouse the ire of Figgins. To show his annoyance with his nemesis, Figgins began to hammer down forearms unto the cut that was on Danny’s face. This of course caused the wound to open up further, causing blood to gush more from the “Crimson Ghost’s” head. Figgins got back to a vertical base, but was taken down to the mat by a drop toe hold from Danny. Danny slowly started to get up as he then sat on Figgins’ back. He wrapped his legs around Figgins’ head and then laid back as he pulled Figgins’ ankles over his shoulders and began to tug locking in the DEMON BENDAH!! Figgins gave a weak cry of pain as his legs and his neck got pulled back in unnatural positions. The blood coming from Figgins’ forehead began to drip onto the mat as he tried to escape the hold. Danny viciously continued to rip into Figgins by keeping the hold applied. Figgins looked like he was soon about to fade. Roger bent down to Figgins and asked him if he wanted to give up, Figgins gave a quite clear answer by responding weakly. “Get the hell away from me!” Roger backed away. As the crowd started a double chant. “Let’s go Figgy...Tap out Figgy” Figgins finally managed to wipe the blood away from his eyes to notice that the southern ropes were only an arm’s length away. Shaking his head to get concentrated on breaking the hold instead of the pain that he’s in Figgins finally extends his right arm foreword and grabs the bottom rope. Roger sees this and orders Danny to break the hold. Danny did not comply right away, he wanted to inflict more pain on Figgins. Finally at the count of four Danny broke the hold.

Figgins kept his hold on the ropes as he slowly started to get up. Danny seeing that Figgins was vulnerable began to lay into his side with kicks. With one hand Figgins managed to grab a hold of Danny's ankle on the fifth kick and he flipped it upward causing Danny to fall back. Upon reaching a vertical base, Figgins took a short breather and trying to think of what strategy to use to usurp his demonic foe.

About the time Figgins figured he was rested up enough to mount another offense, Danny was already to his feet staggering as he stood. As Figgins advanced toward Danny, Danny swung a wild punch, Figgins ducked and put Danny into a half nelson. Figgins then chicken winged Danny's other arm turning the hold into a three quarters nelson .Figgins then began to charge straight for the southeast turnbuckle ramming Danny chest first into it. Upon impact Figgins wraps up around Danny's waist and then rolls backwards, once he is back up to his feet Figgins heaves Danny up and hits a german suplex, thus emulating his wrestling idol Doug Williams by hitting DA CHAOS THEORRRY!! While Danny was down Figgins was sitting up on the mat taking another breather before finally applying the pin

1...2...2.9995

Danny raised a shoulder, Figgins and Lacey both had a look of shock, Britany let out a sigh of relief. Figgins pulled Danny up by the hair, but Figgins was in for rude awakening as he was once more blinded by BLOOD SPIT! BLOOD SPIT! By the time Figgins wiped the excess blood away from his eyes Danny heaved Figgins up and planted him back first with a spine buster that would make Arn Anderson proud. Instead of going for a pin, Danny decided to deal more punishment as he walked toward the north eastern turnbuckle. Besides climbing up right away Danny stood there for a while to regain his breath and his thoughts. By the time he put his foot on the second rope Danny already dripped a considerable puddle of blood. As he got to the top he turned around facing the ring. At that time Figgins was finally up as he backhanded Danny in the face, causing Danny to stall the maneuver he was about to use. Danny bent down, making it easy for Figgins to wrap his right arm around Danny's neck. Figgins raised his right foot and placed it upon the middle rope, Figgins was about to raise his left foot but slipped on the puddle of blood falling back. This turned out to be very double edged, the attempted superplex turned into a lethal looking SUPAH BRAINBUSTAH!! with Danny landing on the top of his head, and the back of Figgins' head hit the mat looking like a type of whiplash effect. Both men were out, Roger had no choice but to start the ten count

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...8.5

At that point Figgins got up leaning against the southeast turnbuckle while Danny was leaning against the northern ropes. Danny looked to be in a bad way so Roger checked on him asking Danny if he would like to end the match. Naturally, Danny said no. With Rogers' back to Figgins, the "Next Conspiracy" saw his bottle setting next to his foot, Figgins picked it up and got a good mouthfull of the energy drink before placing it down as Roger turned around. Figgins held it in his mouth as he and Danny came face to face, before Danny could do anything Figgins spit the energy drink point blank in Danny's face. While Danny was distracted with this Figgins grabbed Danny's arm and held it between his knees. Figgins jumped up and upon landing slammed him face first into the canvas. Upon the impact, Figgins locked his hands together underneath Danny's nose and yanked back hard applying the SPECTRAL FIGEFFECT. With blood streaming down his face, Danny put on a valiant effort by refusing to tap out. But his efforts soon proved to be in vain as Danny soon succumbed to the move and passed out. Roger grabbed Danny's free arm and let it drop. 1..nothing. 2...nothing. 3...nothing. Upon Roger dropping Danny's arm the third time he got up and told the time keeper to ring the bell, this match was over. DING!DING!DING!

"Here is your winner, and the man to advance to the finals of the IGTT tournament...The "Next Conspiracy" Jacob Figgins!"

Figgins got to his feet as Lacey got into the ring with Figgins' ring jacket. She was about to put it on him but Figgins snatched it and used it to wipe his face off. As soon as Figgins was done Roger raised Figgins' hand in the air. When Danny finally comes to and sees Figgy with his hand raised, he starts to have what can only described as a nervous breakdown. Figgins exited the ring, and was exausted to the point where Lacey had to assist him in walking to the back. Danny takes his mask off and tosses it aside, revealing the long scar running over his left eye….he tugs at his hair, ripping out a decent chunk……Britany gets in the ring and puts her arm on his shoulder to comfort him but Danny bolts up and furiously marches to the back….one can only imagine what would happen to the first person he’d get his hands on…..

Prince Kira Ukonvasara
Captain


Prince Kira Ukonvasara
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PostPosted: Tue May 01, 2007 4:59 pm


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