Post by Tommy Sirius on Dec 21, 2011 20:49:38 GMT -5
The crowd roars, as God Father and God Son face off. One smiling, one still shaking from his adrenaline rush. The two begin to circle the ring, ready to tie up....the crowd roaring and stomping in unison.
Allyson: Listen to this crowd! They really want to see these two go toe to toe.
T Money: Can you blame them, they've light this match up tonight...and it would be almost like seeing a Aaron Holiday vs Tommy Sirius match again!
Layfield: Or a Aaron Holiday vs Aaron Holiday match.....
Allyson: Oh come on Simon.
The Young Aaron Sirius looks around at the crowd spinning to get the full view of the packed arena, each standing chanting for the two. He turns, meets eyes with Holiday again and they charge....
Allyson: Here we go...
T Money: Wait, Myst is back up!
Layfield: Sirius ducks under....
And almost as if it was known by both men, Sirius ducked under a large closeline only for Holiday to charge on threw and hit Jason Myst with it. Holiday quickly grabs the legs of Jason Myst and catapults him backwards, he launched through the air only to be meet with a vicious flying boot by a rebounding Sirius. The impact sends a chorus of "oohs" around the arena.
TMoney: Sirius goes for the pin!
JMW slides into the ring, the crowd around the arena counting with JMW.
1......
2......
3......!
The bell rings out, signalling the end of the tag match...the crowd roaring as Aaron Sirius and Holiday are announced the winners.
T Money: One match down...two to go!
Allyson: Looks like Holiday is readying up to end the next!
Holiday squats down, his right leg shaking as he builds up for his Superkick. Sirius lifts himself from Myst, turns....
Layfield: Sirius ducks underneath!
T Money: Sirius hit a super kick of his own!
Sirius quickly scrambles down to pin Holiday, JMW dropping for the count.
1.......
2.......
Layfield: Holiday kicks out!
The crowd roars as Sirius pushes himself to his knees showing his dissapointment clearly. Sirius lifts Holiday up to his feet, and sends a couple shots to the chin to keep him groggy.
Allyson: Sirius hits the ropes for a springboard....
T Money: Holiday catches him on his shoulders....
Turning to the center of the ring, Holiday throwns Sirius into the air...flipping him upside down and bring him to the match in a driver fashion.
Layfield: The Highbridge Paralyzer!
Holiday holds his legs for the pin...JMW slides down.
1.......
2.......
....
The crowd roars out as Sirius barely kicks out in time. Holiday lays back, trying to catch his breath as the young Sirius slowly rolls to his side to try and shake the cobwebs from his mind. The crowd roaring and chanting, stomping in unison once again to get the two of them fired up.
Slowly the two of them pushed themselves to their feet, each drenched in sweet....breathing heavily. Their eyes meet once again, the energy in the arena growing to it's peak. The two stand off...the energy building back in them again....the young Sirius flashing a smile.
Allyson: Wait....what is Sara doing?
Layfield: Looks like she is going to take this distraction of JMW to make her strike....here comes a referee down the ramp!
But being the smart man he is, JMW quickly noticed the official running down the ramp. Feeling the presence growing from behind him he spun around and ducked under at the same time. Perfect timing, Sara swung a red titanium bat she pulled from beneath the ring...but with her target JMW dodging it....it sailed over smashing over the back of Aaron Holidays head.
With a chorus of boos erupting from the stands, Holiday drops to his knees....then to his chest unconscious.
T Money: What!? Of course...leave it to Sara to ruin what was sure to be an incredible ending to this match!
JMW ripps the bat from Saras hand, discarding it to the side. Rearing back he sends one good shot to her chin...knocking her on her back. He turns to Sirius, giving him a questionable look.
And with the crowd roaring....a rather dissapointed Sirius drops down and pins the unconcious Holiday.
.......1
.......2
...........3!
The crowd roars in anger as the bell rings...signifying the end to the Extreme title match.
Allyson: Two down...and only one more to go!
JMW turned back to Sara, who seemed to be scooting back to the turnbuckle in fear of the approaching World Champ. The young Sirius, his face quickly changing to that of fury, reaches over and grabs hold of the Crimson bat. JMW is only feet away from Sara, but quickly is stopped as Sirius presses his hand to his chest.
T Money: It looks as though Sirius wants some revenge for ruining his match!
Allyson: And JMW obliges!
The crowd roars as JMW backs up, waving a hand towards the prone Sara Stone. The referee slides into the ring....the crowd resuming their pummped roaring and stomping. Sirius extends the bat towards Sara, screaming at her as three words are very visible.
Sirius: ARE YOU READY?
The look of fear disperses from the face of Sara as she gains a wicked smile, nodding her head. And to the shock of the crowd and onlookers at home....the shot heard round the world rings out.
JMW wilts under the devastating attack curtosy of Aaron Sirius. The crowd goes silent, the only thing that can be heard is the slapping of the mat as Sara Stone covers JMW.
......1
......2
......3!
Allyson: Oh....my.....god.
Layfield: Great! This is great!
The crowd breaks into a roar of anger that hasn't been heard in the building for some time, to the point the camera tremble. Sara stands up, looking at the young Aaron Sirius and quickly.....the two embrace, locking lips and arms.
T Money: .....what!?
Allyson: This is sick!
Layfield: NO! THIS IS GREAT! Holiday slept with Aarons mother....and now he's getting with Holidays ex-wife!
Wrath then fades off the air with the image of Aaron Sirius and Sara Stone standing over the fallen bodies of Aaron Holiday and JMW....Extreme Title held over Sirius's head and Sara in his other beneath the barage of trash and objects being thrown into the ring.......
Allyson: Listen to this crowd! They really want to see these two go toe to toe.
T Money: Can you blame them, they've light this match up tonight...and it would be almost like seeing a Aaron Holiday vs Tommy Sirius match again!
Layfield: Or a Aaron Holiday vs Aaron Holiday match.....
Allyson: Oh come on Simon.
The Young Aaron Sirius looks around at the crowd spinning to get the full view of the packed arena, each standing chanting for the two. He turns, meets eyes with Holiday again and they charge....
Allyson: Here we go...
T Money: Wait, Myst is back up!
Layfield: Sirius ducks under....
And almost as if it was known by both men, Sirius ducked under a large closeline only for Holiday to charge on threw and hit Jason Myst with it. Holiday quickly grabs the legs of Jason Myst and catapults him backwards, he launched through the air only to be meet with a vicious flying boot by a rebounding Sirius. The impact sends a chorus of "oohs" around the arena.
TMoney: Sirius goes for the pin!
JMW slides into the ring, the crowd around the arena counting with JMW.
1......
2......
3......!
The bell rings out, signalling the end of the tag match...the crowd roaring as Aaron Sirius and Holiday are announced the winners.
T Money: One match down...two to go!
Allyson: Looks like Holiday is readying up to end the next!
Holiday squats down, his right leg shaking as he builds up for his Superkick. Sirius lifts himself from Myst, turns....
Layfield: Sirius ducks underneath!
THWACK!
T Money: Sirius hit a super kick of his own!
Sirius quickly scrambles down to pin Holiday, JMW dropping for the count.
1.......
2.......
Layfield: Holiday kicks out!
The crowd roars as Sirius pushes himself to his knees showing his dissapointment clearly. Sirius lifts Holiday up to his feet, and sends a couple shots to the chin to keep him groggy.
Allyson: Sirius hits the ropes for a springboard....
T Money: Holiday catches him on his shoulders....
Turning to the center of the ring, Holiday throwns Sirius into the air...flipping him upside down and bring him to the match in a driver fashion.
Layfield: The Highbridge Paralyzer!
Holiday holds his legs for the pin...JMW slides down.
1.......
2.......
....
The crowd roars out as Sirius barely kicks out in time. Holiday lays back, trying to catch his breath as the young Sirius slowly rolls to his side to try and shake the cobwebs from his mind. The crowd roaring and chanting, stomping in unison once again to get the two of them fired up.
Slowly the two of them pushed themselves to their feet, each drenched in sweet....breathing heavily. Their eyes meet once again, the energy in the arena growing to it's peak. The two stand off...the energy building back in them again....the young Sirius flashing a smile.
Allyson: Wait....what is Sara doing?
Layfield: Looks like she is going to take this distraction of JMW to make her strike....here comes a referee down the ramp!
But being the smart man he is, JMW quickly noticed the official running down the ramp. Feeling the presence growing from behind him he spun around and ducked under at the same time. Perfect timing, Sara swung a red titanium bat she pulled from beneath the ring...but with her target JMW dodging it....it sailed over smashing over the back of Aaron Holidays head.
With a chorus of boos erupting from the stands, Holiday drops to his knees....then to his chest unconscious.
T Money: What!? Of course...leave it to Sara to ruin what was sure to be an incredible ending to this match!
JMW ripps the bat from Saras hand, discarding it to the side. Rearing back he sends one good shot to her chin...knocking her on her back. He turns to Sirius, giving him a questionable look.
And with the crowd roaring....a rather dissapointed Sirius drops down and pins the unconcious Holiday.
.......1
.......2
...........3!
The crowd roars in anger as the bell rings...signifying the end to the Extreme title match.
Allyson: Two down...and only one more to go!
JMW turned back to Sara, who seemed to be scooting back to the turnbuckle in fear of the approaching World Champ. The young Sirius, his face quickly changing to that of fury, reaches over and grabs hold of the Crimson bat. JMW is only feet away from Sara, but quickly is stopped as Sirius presses his hand to his chest.
T Money: It looks as though Sirius wants some revenge for ruining his match!
Allyson: And JMW obliges!
The crowd roars as JMW backs up, waving a hand towards the prone Sara Stone. The referee slides into the ring....the crowd resuming their pummped roaring and stomping. Sirius extends the bat towards Sara, screaming at her as three words are very visible.
Sirius: ARE YOU READY?
The look of fear disperses from the face of Sara as she gains a wicked smile, nodding her head. And to the shock of the crowd and onlookers at home....the shot heard round the world rings out.
TINK!
JMW wilts under the devastating attack curtosy of Aaron Sirius. The crowd goes silent, the only thing that can be heard is the slapping of the mat as Sara Stone covers JMW.
......1
......2
......3!
Allyson: Oh....my.....god.
Layfield: Great! This is great!
The crowd breaks into a roar of anger that hasn't been heard in the building for some time, to the point the camera tremble. Sara stands up, looking at the young Aaron Sirius and quickly.....the two embrace, locking lips and arms.
T Money: .....what!?
Allyson: This is sick!
Layfield: NO! THIS IS GREAT! Holiday slept with Aarons mother....and now he's getting with Holidays ex-wife!
Wrath then fades off the air with the image of Aaron Sirius and Sara Stone standing over the fallen bodies of Aaron Holiday and JMW....Extreme Title held over Sirius's head and Sara in his other beneath the barage of trash and objects being thrown into the ring.......