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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 11:32 am
Summers's eyes widened as Nuke pulled the kendo stick out. Hoping for a few shots to the side with punches or a kick, the weapon coming out was pure EEW and he should have known it was bound to happen. The pain coming would be immeasurable, but the dividends in sympathy even moreso. This could be SIZZLIN' HOT's Tommy Dreamer moment.
"Bring it on Union Jackoff!"
Summers yelled as he gripped the curtain under the ring allowing a full exposure of his midsection. Normally, he would think this is stupid, and most of the diehard supporters of the technical wizard would as well, but in a day where people get pops for letting each other chop them willingly, he'd have to accept that this was going to get him over. Brantley would clinch his teeth as he expected the barrage to begin swiftly and hard.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 11:37 am
Nuke smirked a wry little smile that bared his teeth and showed that hint of maliciousness that he had way back in the day. Through his return in another rival promotion, he had been getting over as a babyface, but this moment and switch had him feeling his roots, feeling more than natural.
Fusion thought about starting easy with the kendo stick, but shook his head visibly, almost answering the question in his mind for everyone to see. The first shot came down from the stick.
Thwack!
The crowd let out an almighty 'Oooooh!' as they heard the wood connect with the exposed chest and stomach of Summers.
Nuke waited a moment to see the damage, to see if any welts had come up already. That smile was still on his face, and he looked genuinely pleased with the sound of that connection.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 11:45 am
"HNNNNNGGHHH!!"
That was the only noise Summers would allow to leave his body as Fusion smacked the kendo stick across his exposed midsection. From the front row of the crowd, a greasy, bespectacled smark screeches out, "Say the line!" Summers knew it was time to really get the crowd on his side in the match. The first time in over a decade this would happen.
"Thank you sir! May I have anotherrrgh!"
The front row who could hear him without the sound of microphone juicing for the audience at home popped for the classic Dreamer/Sandman line from the purely fictional ECW wrestling comic books that EEW was modeled after. He was hurting and had to push the grunt out at the end however. SIZZLIN' HOT would bite his lips and grip the apron curtain again, expecting another blow from the kendo stick.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 11:56 am
Nuke heard the mark shout out and looked back at Summers. He contemplated a quick shot again, and spun the stick in his hands, twirling it like he had been practising for this moment. Raising it above his hand, Fusion turns and snacks the barrier, causing the ringside mark to jump back.
He yells at him as he holds the kendo stick up,
"Shut the ******** up, you inbred little c**t!"
The crowd let out a massive jeer, again further enticing the veteran. Nuke would turn back around and aim another hard shot at Summers!
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 12:14 pm
"OUGHN EHH EHH!!"
SIZZLIN' HOT ate the second shot and began flailing his arms and attempting sit ups to get himself out, no longer wanting to be the steadfast hero who took punishment with a smile. Summers felt the stinging, burning sensation across his midsection and only aggravated that feeling trying to lift himself up. He began swinging his knees back and forth and looked like an upside down Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man as he attempted to get out. The fans were bloodthirsty though and called for him to take more shots and collect more welts, something that would only lower his chances of winning the match.
Getting his last foot unstuck, Summers fell down onto the ground again, this time laying up the apron with only his shoulders and head touching the unforgiving padding. Still in a precarious situation, SIZZLIN' HOT looked to be, at least momentarily, still in Nuke Fusion's devious control.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 12:18 pm
Something about Summers' antics would usually have made Nuke crack up, but he had to keep his head in the zone. So that's exactly what he did, as he grabbed the kendo stick and started smacking it against his own forehead, in true Sandman style!
Nuke then turned to Summers, a trickle of blood in the middle of his forehead, and smiled that malicious smile. He then takes the kendo stick and presses it down towards the neck of Summers, looking to choke him!
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 12:47 pm
Summers heard the smacking sound of the kendo stick and his body naturally reacted thinking that he was the one getting slapped with it. Noticing no extras shots to his own person, SIZZLIN' HOT looks up and sees Fusion hitting himself between the eyes with the stick. A shocked, appalled, and disgusted look ran down his face as be wondered what the hell Fusion was doing giving himself a hard way this early in. He took a quick mental note on Fusion's opened wound before Nuke brought the stick across the still mostly upside down Summers's neck.
The veteran pulls his arms up, hoping that the amount of juice he'd gotten on to get ring ready would help him incline bench the stick enough to swing his legs towards the railing and slide his head under the weapon that had now done damage to both competitors and was slowly draining the oxygen from SIZZLIN' HOT's brain.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 12:52 pm
Nuke pushes down with all of his might but the mix of body oil, sweat and fresh blood was making gripping the kendo stick a little more awkward than usual.
It wasn't long before Summers was able to get out from underneath it, as Nuke ended up facing the empty apron. He left the kendo stick where it was, turning to see where Summers was, wiping some of the blood from his head as he did so.
"Hey, Summers, still want to play?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 1:04 pm
Panting heavily after scurrying away, Summers heard Nuke call out to him with a preposterous query. The crowd was still behind him, but that was moreso because Nuke had seemed to let the animal he had become in this business out. Fusion looked deranged, a man absent of empathy and regret as the crimson masked he voluntarily donned stained his face.
"Nah man. Nah you've changed. ********' Bloody Tapout Affliction Carnage Society creep. You know what, I got something to say to you. You hit me."
Summers walks to an adjacent side of the ring and slides in, still breathing hard after getting so much air knocked or choked out. He keeps an eye on Fusion and wags his finger pointing to Fusion.
"You wore a cape to the ring."
SIZZLIN' HOT left it at that, hoping to keep a bit of distance from the kendo stick. He might have wanted to grab a weapon for defense himself, but he had another strategy waiting for Nuke's sadistic offense.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 1:15 pm
Summers was right, Nuke had changed. Something had come back from the old days, a side of The Prodigy that hadn't been seen for a long time. He took a second to wipe a little more blood from his forehead, that damn stuff was getting all in his eyebrows and dropping down towards his eyes.
Walking over to a fan holding up a Summers shirt in the air, Fusion snatched it away from him, wiping his forehead of any remaining blood, before chucking it back at the fan - who looked perplexed and grossed out.
Fusion looked around to see where Summers was, not knowing which direction he went. He called out again,
"Hey, hey, Summers! Suuuummeeeers! Let's play, buddy! Let's have some fuuun!"
Nuke can't see BS around ringside, and so takes an opportunity to roll in to the ring under the bottom rope.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 1:38 pm
Summers sees Fusion attempt to slide into the ring but he was rearing up for a set of moves he normally would not dare try. As Fusion tried to get under the bottom rope, Summers would look to baseball slide him back out and onto the floor. Should he be successful in this endeavor, the next actions would play out as follows.
First, Summers would briskly get back to his feet and use the adrenaline surge to charge to the opposite end of the ring and bounce off the ropes. During his run he would remember what his super friend Vaseline Man told him about capes and repeat it the mantra.
"Only heroes wear capes because..."
Summers would take the leap of faith into the air and yelled out to the crowd.
"HEROES CAN FLY!!"
Summers had a beautiful and graceful takeoff sending him up over the ropes. Suddenly, SIZZLIN' HOT's recently minted roid belly would clip the top rope and flip Summers without his own cooperation in the stunt. Or was it? Summers looked to try to hit Fusion with the Flop Dolla Flipping Senton on the outside!
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2023 7:51 pm
A vein throbs in the forehead of Paul Summers in the audience as he watches the match. Something just wasn't adding up. The day of the show when he talked on the phone with his cousin Brantley, it was like he was a completely different person. Not only had he resolutely refused any help in one of the biggest matches of his life, pretending like he didn't even know his long time family member, but he'd also already deviated from the game plan laid out by the "Hollywood Hitter" Jack James. "A plancha, are you serious?" He mutters under his breath, careful not to make too much noise as he sits in the front row with sunglasses and a hoodie pulled over his head. Why all the wasted motion? The fist pumping? He wanted to get up and scream the things he'd told him his whole life. Slow it down kid. You're a body guy. Let the match come to you. He wanted to get up and scream it, but he knew in the back of his head that if he did it would potentially create a rupture in the timeline, which would permanently change the fabric of reality. Knowing this would have unimaginable consequences, he weakly applauds as his trainee barely clears the top rope.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 1:09 am
Nuke looks to slide in to the ring, but quickly finds himself knocked flying back with a baseball slide, his body sprawling across the mats and some flicks of blood splaying across the barrier. That self-inflicted wound may end up being a bad idea, but who would have thought that?
It was at that point that Fusion knew he had to recover from this quickly, else Summers might get a foot hold in the match. He goes to move and..
"Fuuuck!"
The Flop Dolla Flipping Senton was a success, catching Nuke with such force that most of the wind was knocked out of his stomach and chest!
The Magnum Opus rolled around on the mats clutching his ribs, desperately trying to inhale any form of air he could gain. Sharp intakes as the crowd cheered wildly for the innovative move from SIZZLIN' HOT!
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 2:43 am
Nothing could stop Summers right now. His whole strategy was something no one was expecting out of him. He wasn't just SIZZLIN' HOT, he was a house of fire. Summers was able to roll through the move up to his feet and let out a roar while shaking his fists. Huge pop from the crowd. This was the first time Summers worked babyface since his short stint early in GWWF but he was still a masterclass worker who could do pull it out.
SIZZLIN' HOT would look to capitalize in this hardcore match by pulling Nuke to his feet and sending him into the steel steps he hid behind earlier via an Irish Whip. Nuke probably has a bigoted opinion on the Irish so it was a double layered mood.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 2:51 am
Nuke groans and clutches his abdomen, hoping for a relent on anything more for this particular moment. His hopes are dashed rather quickly, however, as he is pulled up to his feet. With some more awkward groans, and a trail of blood that was now flicking off his nose, Fusion looks at his opponent.
This wasn't the Summers he expected, this was a main event superstar. Part of Nuke thought he could come out here and take the match by storm, keep the pace, and finish it with ease.
He then felt his arm tugged, all of Brantley's weight pulling him, his body moving forward quickly and ..
Crash!
The sound of flesh on metal and Fusion hits the steel steps from the Irish Whip, the top step going flying towards the barriers and colliding, toppling over and now upside down.
Nuke's body shunted hard against the steel, his abdomen screaming at him in pain, every fibre of his being telling him not to take punishment like that.
"Aaaaargh!"
Nuke cries out in pain and some anguish, the crowd nearby attempting to reach down and touch him. He grits his teeth and continues to cling to his stomach, blood and sweat slowly pooling on the floor where he presses his forehead against the mats.
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