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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:44 pm
((Awww...*tear*))
Instead of going for the pin, the aching Hayabusa slowly got up off the floor as he placed a hand on his torso, and picked up the chair that the two were trying so hard not to hit. He took a look at the tilted ladder in the corner, before placing the common house-hold item on his opponent's chest. After doing so, H. pulled Broody a few feet into the center of the ring, and limped towards the lone ladder leaning on the turnbukle. He grabbed a hold of the thing, and started to set it up, before slowly going to the opposite end near the turnbuckle and climbing it as his heart-beated fast, and his lungs breathing hard. It took a while for The Phoenix to reach the top, but he once he did, Hayabusa took a look around the arena, at the screaming fans, only to have a feeling of riskiness come across him. H. took a look at the fallen Broody, before jumping off the ladder and falling on one knree, suspecting that his opponent was playing possum. Hayabusa slowly got back on both legs and walked back towards his opponent, before lifting the chair up off of him and throwing it to the outside. He backed away for a second, out of fatique, and soon returned to Broody, picking his opponent up slowly, before placing him in a front face-lock. After doing so, Hayabusa lifted up the man and turned him 180 degrees, before attempting to hit him with one of his finisher the Falcon Arrow, but it would have it's effectivness reduced from the fatique and aches Hayabusa currently has on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:52 pm
*As Broody was in the air, he squirmed to wriggle out of the move, and landed behind H. Now Broody took a turn trying out his own finisher, the Broody-T (An F-5 into an impaler DDT)*
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:46 pm
It felt like his brain has just seaped out of Hayabusa's skull, as the Broody-T drove H's head onto the ring mat below. He grabbed his skull and rolled towards the side, before laying on his stomach and screaming from the inside.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:52 pm
*Waisting no time, Broody instantly coverd H for the pin.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:12 pm
Hayabusa thought it was the end, but he soon noticed that his body was direcetly next to the ropes. Not wanting to lose the important match, he quickly placed his right leg on the bottom rope and waited for the ref to stop the count.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:21 pm
*Broody gets up, frustrated, though in control of his anger. Broody slides out of the ring, only to return momentarily with a fresh new trash can, lid included. Broody places the trash can in the center of the ring, then attempts to strike H repeatidly with the trash can lid.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:08 pm
Hayabusa got plenty of the trash can lid, as it drove him backwards towards the corner of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:45 pm
*Just then, Broody got another idea. He placed the lid in the corner and attempted to move H. so that his head would be resting on the lid, then he would attempt to place the trash can verticle on H's lap. If successful, he would then grab a stop sign and try and run and kick the stop sign into the trash can ((sorta like an RVD style skateboard move, except for the kicking it into the stop sign part.))*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:14 pm
Hayabusa was dazed after the repeated shots from the lid, and he wasn't able to see clearly afterwards. Which was bad, for seconds after the barrage of attacks, Hayabusa was sandwiched, after a dropkick drove his face inside out. The attacked brought him back to reality, as he fell to the side and through the ropes, before landing on the outside mat, with his head throbbing with immense pain.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:16 pm
*In an attempt to seal the deal, Broody grabbed the trash can lid, used the ropes to springboard himself outside the ring, and try and hit H with a diving foot stomp using the lid.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:23 pm
The move was successful as the lid smacked Hayabusa right on his chest, aided by the 200+ pounds of force. H. grabbed his stomach and rolled around like crazy, as pain covered his whole torso.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:58 pm
((OK I got permission to auto hit so please no shouting))
*As he landed ontop of H, the force caused him to crash to the mat. He managed to get to his feet, and roll H into the ring. Broody set up the ladder, and managed to slowly pull H up with him. As exhausted as he was, he still managed to place H on his shoulders as he climbed the final step of the ladder. He paused there for a while, trying to gain his strength and listening to the crowd go crazy. He looked around to find where the chair had been left on the mat. He saw it, and then seconds later he was flying to the mat with another Broody T. They both crashed to the mat, and after recovering from the brutal move, he crawled untop of H for the 1...2...3. His music started playing, and he slowly made it to his feet for the ref to raise his hand. He looked back at his limp opponent, before slowly making his way backstage.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:11 pm
Hayabusa fell into the unconcious state as he layed there in the ring, still as a tree in a calm summer day, after being knocked out by the Broody-T.
((Great match!!!))
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