Post by jonnycorrigan on Mar 23, 2009 23:00:00 GMT -5
Corrigan instinctively crawls down onto the canvas and covers T-Money, hooking the leg as the ref counts...
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But T-Money kicks out a tenth-second too soon. And Jonny Corrigan sits there hunched over on the canvas, his eyes keeping focus on the whiteness of the mat below him but by no means observing it. You can see the fury burning in his eyes, the abyss of desire that feeds somewhere in him.
Simon: Corrigan trying to capitalize on the efforts of Fallen One here, being the cheater that he strives to convince people he isn’t.
Allyson: He can’t help it, Simon! Perhaps Fallen One just wanted to lure Corrigan into the Army of Darkness, but the simple fact is that we don’t know! We don’t know what Jonny Corrigan’s status is with the Army of Darkness, and it has been relatively unclear as of late whether he will accept their offer to join or not!
Simon: Dirty cheater!
Jonny Corrigan gets up to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle, and he ducks under the top rope and then climbs the steel exterior. Stumbling he reaches the top and manages to keep his balance.
Allyson: Corrigan going up top now, what does he have planned?!
Simon: Oh, Corrigan’s just walking the plank, Allyson. Not a smart idea!
Corrigan leaps off and goes for an Over Castle but in flipping over T-Money and rolling over the back of his head, T-Money breaks the grip loose of his face before it becomes tight and inescapable. So JC goes careening down to the floor and exploding with rumbles as impact greets him viciously. T-Money proceeds to shake out the cobwebs, slapping himself in the face for a quick recovery and then he turns his attention back to Jonny Corrigan. He picks Jonny Corrigan up off the canvas and pushes him back against the ropes, and with all of his might he irish whips Corrigan across the ring and on the rebound he slams into Corrigan with a brick-wall body block. With Corrigan enduring the shock of pain on the canvas, T-Money goes to the ropes and bounces off for speed and on the rebound leaps high and drives his elbow into Corrigan’s sternum. And then quickly he pushes Corrigan over and goes to cover him, pressing his shoulders down on the canvas with his massive forearm spanning shoulder-to-shoulder.
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2!
Then Corrigan shoots his shoulder off the canvas just before the referee’s 3-count. So T-Money picks Corrigan up to his feet, and he backs him into the corner and holds him there with his massive frypan-like hand, and then he proceeds to unload massive punches into Corrigan’s sternum, and then to his face, over and over again between the two, until Corrigan is just a limp flailing carcass of his former self. So then T-Money grabs Corrigan by the neck and drags him through the air and sends him flying across the ring with a chokehold suplex of sorts.
Allyson: Jesus Christos!!!
Simon: Corrigan looking like a Mach-4 Jet with a tarnished engine, Allyson. He crashed and burned...
Allyson: A street-fighting sort of maneuver that doesn’t really apply to wrestling technique but it certainly is effective.
T-Money surveys his damage from across the ring, and then he smiles and turns to the crowd and raises both arms into the air with sterling confidence. And he flexes his muscles and makes them apparent to everyone, including himself. He observes them and with a proud smile continuing to burn through his facial expressions, he turns his eyes back to the crowd and nods his head in approval.
Simon: Ah yes, what poise, what bravado by T-Money.
Allyson: I would begin to question his bravado right... now, Simon.
T-Money turns around to go back on the attack with the smile still holding firm against his face. But when he does this he witnesses a full-sprint Jonny Corrigan closing in on him. And T-Money clenches up with every body part but he is not able to shield himself from the intentions of his attacker. Jonny Corrigan dives feet first into the air and locks his legs around T-Money’s neck and shoulders, and then he pulls T-Money with the help of his momentum to the canvas and slams his head on the canvas, and the RaisingVoice thunders throughout the arena and a shockwave of cheers and electricity rain down in favor of Jonny Corrigan.
Allyson: RAISING VOICE! RAISING VOICE!!! CORRIGAN JUST HIT THE RAISING VOICE ON T-MONEY! CAN HE COVER HIM?!
Simon: It won’t matter! That puny move couldn’t hurt a fly!
Allyson: You couldn’t even hit a fly with that move!
Simon: I could!
Jonny Corrigan, with breaths weezing and darting inside and outside of his lungs, leans up and puts his hands flat against the canvas. And with a look of grueling discontent and searing pain, Corrigan pulls himself over to the cover, and then he falls back on T-Money’s torso for the cover!
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2!
3!
Wait, no that’s not three!!! T-Money got his shoulder off the canvas just before the referee’s hand hit the floor, and you would know it because the referee held two fingers up at the timekeeper.
Allyson: That wasn’t three?! My god! 2-count by referee Chase Evans! This match continues!
Simon: That so close I peed a little bit!
Allyson: TMI Simon...
Jonny Corrigan slumps down to the canvas and buries his face into the white exterior of the floor. Deep inside himself he wonders if he can go further but knows from experience that he must. And so he peels himself off the canvas and gets to his hands and knees, and then stumbling into the ropes Corrigan hangs there with all of his weight bestowed upon the metal, leather-wrapped springs. And he observes T-Money and awaits the arrival of his body to some kind of vertical base, anything to get an open shot, and then finally T-Money reaches one knee, and pushing off the ropes Corrigan runs in to go for a knee across the temple, but at the last second T-Money springs up under Corrigan and lifts him atop his shoulders and then falls back to drive him down with the Money Slam!!!
Allyson: Money Slam by T-Money! And now Corrigan is down! T-Money is down! And neither man is moving but assuredly T-Money’s strategy now is to attempt a pin cover!
Simon: That would be the objective but it shouldn’t be too hard of a task considering that Money Slam is so diabollically devastating!
T-Money pushes himself up slowly, his limbs shaking as they hold him above the ground and then he drops himself across Corrigan’s body, and the referee counts.
1!
2!
3!
Or at least that three should have been counted, but suddenly the referee gets ejected from the ring because he slides out and drops down with the force of gravity.
Allyson: The referee has been pulled out of the ring, and there is no one to count the pin cover!
Simon: Oh my god! It’s...
And Dyce stands there over the downed referee, his eyes shifting between the action of the ring and and the momentarily inpacitated referee. T-Money in a daze rolls down onto the canvas unaware of what beholds thousands on the outside of the ring. And Dyce, seeing that referee Chase Evans is regaining a perception of the situation, picks him up violently by the neck, runs him across ringside and throws him headfirst into the steel steps. And the steps shutter and then become still. And the referee slumps down on the steel unconscious.
Allyson: Oh my god!!! Dyce just took out the ref!!! Chase Evans is down! And there is no one to call this match!
Simon: That stupid piece of crap! This is a conspiracy of massive proportions... even Dyce’s being here is flabbergasting and unbelievable!!! Corrigan and Dyce no longer share DHS brotherhood! He needs to stop living in the past.
Dyce proceeds to grabs Corrigan’s wrist and pull him from the ring, and then he stands him up beside him and pats him on the shoulder, encouraging him with benevolent words. And when Corrigan sees Dyce he cannot help but feel revived as it seeps through the pours of his face. Dyce backs up the ramp, his former DHS cohort hooked under his arm. And Dyce raises his arm into the air feeling victorious, feeling as though his contributions have meant an extension of good. But then it all comes shattering down.
Allyson: Oh my god!!!
Simon: Yes!!!
Because Corrigan and Dyce both go tumbling to the floor, and rolling all the way down to the mat before the ring. Walking down after them is Blake Worship, an angry scowl drawn hard onto his face. And with a bellowing jolt of his voice box, Worship stalks Corrigan and pins him down against the canvas, unloading closed-fisted strikes into Corrigan’s face. But it isn’t long before Jonny Corrigan pushes Blake Worship over and down to the mat, and then begins to unload fists of fury into Worship’s jawline.
Allyson: The rivals are going at it! They are fighting for position! Fighting for pride, defending themselves with anger!
Simon: Get ‘em, Worship! Destroy him!!!
Allyson: Ladies and gentlemen!!! Thank you for tuning in, for Simon Layfield this is Allyson Crowell, goodnight!
Meanwhile Worship pushes Corrigan onto his back and begins to unload stomps on Corrigan’s chest. And in a panic Dyce runs in to attempt and break up the altercation, but Worship turns and tackles him into the barrier wall, leaving Dyce in too much pain to function. And then Worship turns back to Corrigan and continues his onslaught of kicks. And we leave this scene in contemplation of the future...
1...
2...
But T-Money kicks out a tenth-second too soon. And Jonny Corrigan sits there hunched over on the canvas, his eyes keeping focus on the whiteness of the mat below him but by no means observing it. You can see the fury burning in his eyes, the abyss of desire that feeds somewhere in him.
Simon: Corrigan trying to capitalize on the efforts of Fallen One here, being the cheater that he strives to convince people he isn’t.
Allyson: He can’t help it, Simon! Perhaps Fallen One just wanted to lure Corrigan into the Army of Darkness, but the simple fact is that we don’t know! We don’t know what Jonny Corrigan’s status is with the Army of Darkness, and it has been relatively unclear as of late whether he will accept their offer to join or not!
Simon: Dirty cheater!
Jonny Corrigan gets up to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle, and he ducks under the top rope and then climbs the steel exterior. Stumbling he reaches the top and manages to keep his balance.
Allyson: Corrigan going up top now, what does he have planned?!
Simon: Oh, Corrigan’s just walking the plank, Allyson. Not a smart idea!
Corrigan leaps off and goes for an Over Castle but in flipping over T-Money and rolling over the back of his head, T-Money breaks the grip loose of his face before it becomes tight and inescapable. So JC goes careening down to the floor and exploding with rumbles as impact greets him viciously. T-Money proceeds to shake out the cobwebs, slapping himself in the face for a quick recovery and then he turns his attention back to Jonny Corrigan. He picks Jonny Corrigan up off the canvas and pushes him back against the ropes, and with all of his might he irish whips Corrigan across the ring and on the rebound he slams into Corrigan with a brick-wall body block. With Corrigan enduring the shock of pain on the canvas, T-Money goes to the ropes and bounces off for speed and on the rebound leaps high and drives his elbow into Corrigan’s sternum. And then quickly he pushes Corrigan over and goes to cover him, pressing his shoulders down on the canvas with his massive forearm spanning shoulder-to-shoulder.
1!
2!
Then Corrigan shoots his shoulder off the canvas just before the referee’s 3-count. So T-Money picks Corrigan up to his feet, and he backs him into the corner and holds him there with his massive frypan-like hand, and then he proceeds to unload massive punches into Corrigan’s sternum, and then to his face, over and over again between the two, until Corrigan is just a limp flailing carcass of his former self. So then T-Money grabs Corrigan by the neck and drags him through the air and sends him flying across the ring with a chokehold suplex of sorts.
Allyson: Jesus Christos!!!
Simon: Corrigan looking like a Mach-4 Jet with a tarnished engine, Allyson. He crashed and burned...
Allyson: A street-fighting sort of maneuver that doesn’t really apply to wrestling technique but it certainly is effective.
T-Money surveys his damage from across the ring, and then he smiles and turns to the crowd and raises both arms into the air with sterling confidence. And he flexes his muscles and makes them apparent to everyone, including himself. He observes them and with a proud smile continuing to burn through his facial expressions, he turns his eyes back to the crowd and nods his head in approval.
Simon: Ah yes, what poise, what bravado by T-Money.
Allyson: I would begin to question his bravado right... now, Simon.
T-Money turns around to go back on the attack with the smile still holding firm against his face. But when he does this he witnesses a full-sprint Jonny Corrigan closing in on him. And T-Money clenches up with every body part but he is not able to shield himself from the intentions of his attacker. Jonny Corrigan dives feet first into the air and locks his legs around T-Money’s neck and shoulders, and then he pulls T-Money with the help of his momentum to the canvas and slams his head on the canvas, and the RaisingVoice thunders throughout the arena and a shockwave of cheers and electricity rain down in favor of Jonny Corrigan.
Allyson: RAISING VOICE! RAISING VOICE!!! CORRIGAN JUST HIT THE RAISING VOICE ON T-MONEY! CAN HE COVER HIM?!
Simon: It won’t matter! That puny move couldn’t hurt a fly!
Allyson: You couldn’t even hit a fly with that move!
Simon: I could!
Jonny Corrigan, with breaths weezing and darting inside and outside of his lungs, leans up and puts his hands flat against the canvas. And with a look of grueling discontent and searing pain, Corrigan pulls himself over to the cover, and then he falls back on T-Money’s torso for the cover!
1!
2!
3!
Wait, no that’s not three!!! T-Money got his shoulder off the canvas just before the referee’s hand hit the floor, and you would know it because the referee held two fingers up at the timekeeper.
Allyson: That wasn’t three?! My god! 2-count by referee Chase Evans! This match continues!
Simon: That so close I peed a little bit!
Allyson: TMI Simon...
Jonny Corrigan slumps down to the canvas and buries his face into the white exterior of the floor. Deep inside himself he wonders if he can go further but knows from experience that he must. And so he peels himself off the canvas and gets to his hands and knees, and then stumbling into the ropes Corrigan hangs there with all of his weight bestowed upon the metal, leather-wrapped springs. And he observes T-Money and awaits the arrival of his body to some kind of vertical base, anything to get an open shot, and then finally T-Money reaches one knee, and pushing off the ropes Corrigan runs in to go for a knee across the temple, but at the last second T-Money springs up under Corrigan and lifts him atop his shoulders and then falls back to drive him down with the Money Slam!!!
Allyson: Money Slam by T-Money! And now Corrigan is down! T-Money is down! And neither man is moving but assuredly T-Money’s strategy now is to attempt a pin cover!
Simon: That would be the objective but it shouldn’t be too hard of a task considering that Money Slam is so diabollically devastating!
T-Money pushes himself up slowly, his limbs shaking as they hold him above the ground and then he drops himself across Corrigan’s body, and the referee counts.
1!
2!
3!
Or at least that three should have been counted, but suddenly the referee gets ejected from the ring because he slides out and drops down with the force of gravity.
Allyson: The referee has been pulled out of the ring, and there is no one to count the pin cover!
Simon: Oh my god! It’s...
And Dyce stands there over the downed referee, his eyes shifting between the action of the ring and and the momentarily inpacitated referee. T-Money in a daze rolls down onto the canvas unaware of what beholds thousands on the outside of the ring. And Dyce, seeing that referee Chase Evans is regaining a perception of the situation, picks him up violently by the neck, runs him across ringside and throws him headfirst into the steel steps. And the steps shutter and then become still. And the referee slumps down on the steel unconscious.
Allyson: Oh my god!!! Dyce just took out the ref!!! Chase Evans is down! And there is no one to call this match!
Simon: That stupid piece of crap! This is a conspiracy of massive proportions... even Dyce’s being here is flabbergasting and unbelievable!!! Corrigan and Dyce no longer share DHS brotherhood! He needs to stop living in the past.
Dyce proceeds to grabs Corrigan’s wrist and pull him from the ring, and then he stands him up beside him and pats him on the shoulder, encouraging him with benevolent words. And when Corrigan sees Dyce he cannot help but feel revived as it seeps through the pours of his face. Dyce backs up the ramp, his former DHS cohort hooked under his arm. And Dyce raises his arm into the air feeling victorious, feeling as though his contributions have meant an extension of good. But then it all comes shattering down.
Allyson: Oh my god!!!
Simon: Yes!!!
Because Corrigan and Dyce both go tumbling to the floor, and rolling all the way down to the mat before the ring. Walking down after them is Blake Worship, an angry scowl drawn hard onto his face. And with a bellowing jolt of his voice box, Worship stalks Corrigan and pins him down against the canvas, unloading closed-fisted strikes into Corrigan’s face. But it isn’t long before Jonny Corrigan pushes Blake Worship over and down to the mat, and then begins to unload fists of fury into Worship’s jawline.
Allyson: The rivals are going at it! They are fighting for position! Fighting for pride, defending themselves with anger!
Simon: Get ‘em, Worship! Destroy him!!!
Allyson: Ladies and gentlemen!!! Thank you for tuning in, for Simon Layfield this is Allyson Crowell, goodnight!
Meanwhile Worship pushes Corrigan onto his back and begins to unload stomps on Corrigan’s chest. And in a panic Dyce runs in to attempt and break up the altercation, but Worship turns and tackles him into the barrier wall, leaving Dyce in too much pain to function. And then Worship turns back to Corrigan and continues his onslaught of kicks. And we leave this scene in contemplation of the future...
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