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 Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 1:42 pm
((Another auto-hit.........))
*Havok hoist Masked up in the air and slams him back-first onto an open chair, crushing it under his weight. Masked screams in pain upon impact. Havok calls the ref to begin the count.....*
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 3:27 pm
((Auto-win))
* Havok and Masked are both bloodyied up in the ring. Both are down and the ref is couting.*
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...
*By the count of 8 both men have made it to their feet. Havok's face is no longer covered in paint, only by his own blood. Havok and Masked meet eye-to-eye in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers in appreciation as the wrestlers begin to trade hard shots. They trade fists left and right. Havok lands a chop. Masked lands a chop. Havok lands a kick. Masked lands a kick. Havok goes for another kick, but Masked grabs his leg. Havok lands an enzigiri. Both men lay on the ground exahusted. Havok uses the ropes for assistance as he gets up. Masked is bents over panting and see him. Masked runs foward going for a wild clothesline. Somehow, Havok ducks the clothesline, catches Masked's arm, and lands a sickening Judgement Slam! Havok lets out a loud moan as he falls against the ropes. He motions with his hands for the ref to begin his count. *
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...
*Masked begins to move at 7, and SOMEHOW gets to his feet at 9. The crowd erupts into applause as Havok lets out an angry scream! He grabs a nearby chair and runs foward and cracks Masked right in the skull! The crowd's cheers turn into a chorus of boos. Once again the ref begins his count.*
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...
*Once again Masked is up at 9! Havok pulls his hair in an angry rage. He runs over again and starts wailing on Masked with lefts and rights to the body and head. He hooks his right arm over Masked's head and places Masked's left arm on the back of his neck. He hoist Masked into the air with all his might and lands a brutal brainbuster! The ref begins his count but Havok has other idea. As the ref counts Havok is waiting on the out side of the ring, eagerly waiting to see what Masked will do. Around the count of 6 he sees Masked roll onto his stomach. He's a bloody mess, trying to use the ropes to get up, but he can barely manage this. Havok lifts the ring apron up and glares under the ring. His eyes search for a while before he pulls out a wooden table. The fans start up a chant for Masked trying to get him back in the match. By now Masked had made it to his feet, but he was so tired he sat down in the corner opposite where Havok was. Havok slid the table into the ring and set it up near the center of the ring. He looked over and saw Masked's limp body in the corner. The ref tried to grab Havok but Havok pushes him out of the way. Havok ran toward Masked aiming to land a knee to the head, but Masked managed to get his leg up! The crowd began chanting again as Masked started landing some strikes. He lands a right hand, then another, then another, then another, then a dropkick! The crowd is in a frenzy now. Havok staggers around trying to stand but it's no use! Masked positions Havok's head in between his legs. He points toward the table and screams out "POWERBOMB!" Masked wraps his hands around Havok's waist, but it caugh off guard! Havok drops to his knees and lands a low blow. The crowd boos unmercifully at this and begins to throw papers and cups at the ring. Masked is doubled over in pain. He turns around in pain. Havok quickly hooks his arm and lands a Judgement Slam through the table! He screams "Count ref! Count!".*
1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Ring the bell!
*The crowd boos as Havok beats his chest victoriously. Even he has a look of disbelief on his face. He drops to his knees. Partially from the emotions running through him, partially from exhaustion. The referee gets the PAW world Championship Belt from outside and hands it to Havok.*
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match, AND THE NEEEEEEEW P.A.W. World Heavyweight Champion.... HAAAAAAAVOOOOOK!
*Havok holds it with both hands, staring at it with awe. The crowd pelts the ring, but that doesn't bother him. Havok climbs up the nearest turnbukle and raises the belt high over his head. He celebrates in the ring as the screen fades to black, ending the PPV.*
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