Post by Jesse Styles on May 6, 2015 18:40:09 GMT -6
Vince Walters: Jill, this next match is going to be terrifying. We have two relative newcomers going head to head, and they will be trying to hang their opponent by their neck three feet off the ground.
Jill Matthews: Whoever concocted this hairbrained idea needs some serious psychological help. Nevermind the fact that both combatants have agreed to it.
Vince Walters: New Edge is always on the forefront of innovative and dangerous matches, and Jesse Styles has upped his game yet again.
Jill Matthews: He’s done something.
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an interbrand match, between a representative of Lights Out versus a representative of Ignite, and will be a Hangman’s Noose match. The only way to win is to hang your opponent by the neck three feet off the ground. Our first contestant, representing Lights Out, From Phoenix Arizona, MARISOL HAAAAAWWWWWKESSSSSSS
"Elan" by Nightwish hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out in her black and pink leather attire.
She smirks as she glares around the theater at the fans. She then proceeds down the ramp and quickly up to the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring as she waits for the match to begin
Tom Davis: And her opponent, from Los Angeles California, RICKY MOLAROOOOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIII.
"Iron" hits the PA and out walks Ricky. He gets a small smirk on his face, heading down the ring and hi fiving the fans. He gets in the ring, posing in the corner as his music slowly fades out. his focus then turns toward the ramp, awaiting his opponent.
The bell rings DING...DING...DING
Both contestants stand in their corners, looking up at the noose hanging in the middle of the ring. Ricky takes a step towards Marisol, who explodes out of her corner, leaping up, and grabbing the rope. She swings towards Ricky, locking her legs around his head, and while still holding the rope, cinches in a headlock, using the rope to build momentum swinging back and forth, pulling Ricky with her. Ricky attempts numerous times to get a grasp on Marisol but failing to do so. Finally he begins to punch, landing several right into the side and kidney, causing Marisol to loosen her grip on the noose. Marisol finally releases, dropping back, and tossing Ricky across the ring with a hurricanrana. Ricky rolls into the corner, and sits, trying to gain his breath.
Vince Walters: Marisol has come out firing. I have a feeling that rope will come into play a lot tonight.
Jill Matthews: Unfortunately the last time it comes into play will be the scariest.
Vince Walters: Unfortunately? I wanna see someone hang.
Marisol begins running at Ricky, leaping up to hit a dropkick, but Ricky slides out of the ring, causing Marisol to land feet first in the corner, one foot on the bottom rope, one on the mat. Ricky grabs ahold of Marisol’s leg, and twists it around the rope, hyperextending the knee, while he clubs on the thigh of Marisol. Marisol is screaming in pain. Finally Ricky frees the leg, and slams it into the ring post. He grabs the leg again, and again slams it hard. Ricky grabs one more time, but Marisol is able to muster enough strength to push him back enough to gain separation. Marisol inches away from the corner, and clutches her leg, while Ricky climbs on the apron, and into the ring.
Jill Matthews: Ricky has really done a number on that knee of Marisol’s, it could prove to make things difficult later on.
Ricky crosses to Marisol who is still clutching that leg, trying to get up, and pushes her with his boot, knocking her backwards. Ricky stomps on the knee of Marisol, who squirms in pain. Ricky lifts again, and drops another heavy boot to the knee, and again Marisol squirms. Ricky raises the boot one more time, but Marisol gets her leg up, landing the bottom of her boot right into the groin of Ricky, knocking him backwards. Marisol struggles to her feet, limping towards Ricky, and hits him with a quick snap suplex. Ricky lands on his back. Marisol gets up, still favoring the leg, and drops a hard elbow right into the sternum of Ricky. Ricky grabs his chest, as Marisol drops another elbow. She grabs the noose from the middle of the ring, and begins pulling it down, fitting it around the neck of Ricky.
Jill Matthews: Marisol has that noose around the neck of Ricky.
Marisol makes her way to the corner, and begins pulling on the rope, slowly cinching Ricky up. Ricky is to his knees now, as the noose is being raised. Marisol continues, slowly raising Ricky, who is now to his feet. Ricky shakes free some cobwebs, and runs towards the corner where Marisol is pulling on the rope to lift Ricky, and hits her with an enziguri, sending her over the top turnbuckle, to the floor below. Ricky raises the noose again, then, still hanging onto the loop, climbs to the top rope on the other side of the ring, and swings across the ring, releasing, and hitting a moonsault on the downed Marisol.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST SEE THAT! RICKY WAS 15 FEET IN THE AIR COMING DOWN HARD ONTO MARISOL! RICKY JUST KILLED MARISOL!
Jill Matthews: If either of these two walk away from this match alive I’m going to be surprised.
Both contestants lay on the floor, barely moving. Ricky comes to first, rolling over, grasping his ribs, and working his way to his feet. He grabs Marisol by the hair, and throws her in the ring. Marisol is still barely moving. Ricky picks her up, and slams her hard with a belly to belly suplex. Ricky picks Marisol up again, locking the head. He tries to lift her but she blocks it. Ricky tries again, and again the lift is blocked. Marisol snaps back with a Northern Lights Suplex, dropping Ricky hard on his back. Ricky and Marisol both lay there, Marisol gets to a knee, and tries to get to a vertical base, but her knee buckles. She again gets to her knee, but as she does, Ricky rolls, kicking the side of the knee, dropping Marisol back to the mat. Ricky gets to his feet, as Marisol holds onto the injured knee. Ricky picks Marisol up, locks the head between his legs, and locking the arms hits Marisol with the Dragon’s Rage.
Vince Walters: Dragon’s Rage, I don’t know if Marisol is going to be alert enough to even try to break free if Ricky starts raising her up.
Jill Matthews: This match is just barbaric.
Vince Walters: Oh get off your high horse, I have it on high authority that you did some Auto Erotic Asphyxiation porn in your days.
Jill Matthews: That was under controlled circumstances, this is an all out lynching.
Ricky pulls the noose around the neck of Marisol and tightens it up. He moves to the corner, and starts to lift, getting her to her knees pretty quickly. Marisol, realizing her predicament, begins flailing to grab the rope. Finally she gets ahold and starts pulling, to break Ricky’s momentum. Ricky keeps pulling, getting Marisol nearly to her feet. Marisol grabs the rope, and jumps, holding the rope, and pulling down. The rope slides a little through Ricky’s hands, giving him a rope burn, causing him to release the rope, and sending Marisol falling hard on her knee. Ricky goes over, and kicks Marisol’s knee hard, then kicks her hard in the midsection, knocking the wind out of her. He moves back to the corner, and grabs the rope, wincing as he pulls, the rope rubbing on those burns in his palm. He pulls, lifting Marisol to her feet.
Jill Matthews: Marisol is struggling, but it seems she just doesn’t have the strength to get hold of the rope again.
Ricky lifts a little bit, as Marisol stands on her tippy toes, squinting, and contorting her face in pain, she looks over at Ricky. Ricky sees what he’s about to do, and gives pause. He frees one of his hands, rubbing his face, then grabs the rope again, and gives it a good tug. Followed by another, and another. Marisol’s feet are now Dangling, Ricky’s arms burning from the lifting. He see’s Marisol hanging, helplessly, and gives one more good strong pull, as Marisol’s feet clear the ground, the referee measures out and she is over three feet up.
DING DING DING
Tom Davis: Your winner, RICKY MOLARRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIII
Ricky immediately releases the rope, and moves towards Marisol, now lying on the mat, holding her neck.
Jill Matthews: Don’t do it Ricky, leave well enough alone.
Ricky stands over the downed Marisol a moment, and then gets to one knee, places a hand on Marisol and checks that she’s ok. Ricky then rolls out of the ring, slowly pulling his hands down over his face, trying to wipe away the match that just took place, and walking back shaking his head. When Marisol sat up in the ring holding her throat which Ricky noticed on the NEW-TRON he stopped half way down the ramp, turning towards her and locking eyes with her. She glared at him despite the utter brutal match she had gone through and found a way to get to her feet barely able to stand but showing that she wasn't broken. Ricky began to walk back towards the ring but then put his hands over his head coming to a stop and turning around walking for the back once again obviously rather conflicted.
Jill Matthews: Whoever concocted this hairbrained idea needs some serious psychological help. Nevermind the fact that both combatants have agreed to it.
Vince Walters: New Edge is always on the forefront of innovative and dangerous matches, and Jesse Styles has upped his game yet again.
Jill Matthews: He’s done something.
Tom Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an interbrand match, between a representative of Lights Out versus a representative of Ignite, and will be a Hangman’s Noose match. The only way to win is to hang your opponent by the neck three feet off the ground. Our first contestant, representing Lights Out, From Phoenix Arizona, MARISOL HAAAAAWWWWWKESSSSSSS
"Elan" by Nightwish hits the speakers as Marisol Hawkes walks out in her black and pink leather attire.
She smirks as she glares around the theater at the fans. She then proceeds down the ramp and quickly up to the ring steps. She smiles at the crowd again as she gets in the ring and then looks back up the ramp. Marisol stretches and paces the ring as she waits for the match to begin
Tom Davis: And her opponent, from Los Angeles California, RICKY MOLAROOOOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIII.
"Iron" hits the PA and out walks Ricky. He gets a small smirk on his face, heading down the ring and hi fiving the fans. He gets in the ring, posing in the corner as his music slowly fades out. his focus then turns toward the ramp, awaiting his opponent.
The bell rings DING...DING...DING
Both contestants stand in their corners, looking up at the noose hanging in the middle of the ring. Ricky takes a step towards Marisol, who explodes out of her corner, leaping up, and grabbing the rope. She swings towards Ricky, locking her legs around his head, and while still holding the rope, cinches in a headlock, using the rope to build momentum swinging back and forth, pulling Ricky with her. Ricky attempts numerous times to get a grasp on Marisol but failing to do so. Finally he begins to punch, landing several right into the side and kidney, causing Marisol to loosen her grip on the noose. Marisol finally releases, dropping back, and tossing Ricky across the ring with a hurricanrana. Ricky rolls into the corner, and sits, trying to gain his breath.
Vince Walters: Marisol has come out firing. I have a feeling that rope will come into play a lot tonight.
Jill Matthews: Unfortunately the last time it comes into play will be the scariest.
Vince Walters: Unfortunately? I wanna see someone hang.
Marisol begins running at Ricky, leaping up to hit a dropkick, but Ricky slides out of the ring, causing Marisol to land feet first in the corner, one foot on the bottom rope, one on the mat. Ricky grabs ahold of Marisol’s leg, and twists it around the rope, hyperextending the knee, while he clubs on the thigh of Marisol. Marisol is screaming in pain. Finally Ricky frees the leg, and slams it into the ring post. He grabs the leg again, and again slams it hard. Ricky grabs one more time, but Marisol is able to muster enough strength to push him back enough to gain separation. Marisol inches away from the corner, and clutches her leg, while Ricky climbs on the apron, and into the ring.
Jill Matthews: Ricky has really done a number on that knee of Marisol’s, it could prove to make things difficult later on.
Ricky crosses to Marisol who is still clutching that leg, trying to get up, and pushes her with his boot, knocking her backwards. Ricky stomps on the knee of Marisol, who squirms in pain. Ricky lifts again, and drops another heavy boot to the knee, and again Marisol squirms. Ricky raises the boot one more time, but Marisol gets her leg up, landing the bottom of her boot right into the groin of Ricky, knocking him backwards. Marisol struggles to her feet, limping towards Ricky, and hits him with a quick snap suplex. Ricky lands on his back. Marisol gets up, still favoring the leg, and drops a hard elbow right into the sternum of Ricky. Ricky grabs his chest, as Marisol drops another elbow. She grabs the noose from the middle of the ring, and begins pulling it down, fitting it around the neck of Ricky.
Jill Matthews: Marisol has that noose around the neck of Ricky.
Marisol makes her way to the corner, and begins pulling on the rope, slowly cinching Ricky up. Ricky is to his knees now, as the noose is being raised. Marisol continues, slowly raising Ricky, who is now to his feet. Ricky shakes free some cobwebs, and runs towards the corner where Marisol is pulling on the rope to lift Ricky, and hits her with an enziguri, sending her over the top turnbuckle, to the floor below. Ricky raises the noose again, then, still hanging onto the loop, climbs to the top rope on the other side of the ring, and swings across the ring, releasing, and hitting a moonsault on the downed Marisol.
Vince Walters: OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST SEE THAT! RICKY WAS 15 FEET IN THE AIR COMING DOWN HARD ONTO MARISOL! RICKY JUST KILLED MARISOL!
Jill Matthews: If either of these two walk away from this match alive I’m going to be surprised.
Both contestants lay on the floor, barely moving. Ricky comes to first, rolling over, grasping his ribs, and working his way to his feet. He grabs Marisol by the hair, and throws her in the ring. Marisol is still barely moving. Ricky picks her up, and slams her hard with a belly to belly suplex. Ricky picks Marisol up again, locking the head. He tries to lift her but she blocks it. Ricky tries again, and again the lift is blocked. Marisol snaps back with a Northern Lights Suplex, dropping Ricky hard on his back. Ricky and Marisol both lay there, Marisol gets to a knee, and tries to get to a vertical base, but her knee buckles. She again gets to her knee, but as she does, Ricky rolls, kicking the side of the knee, dropping Marisol back to the mat. Ricky gets to his feet, as Marisol holds onto the injured knee. Ricky picks Marisol up, locks the head between his legs, and locking the arms hits Marisol with the Dragon’s Rage.
Vince Walters: Dragon’s Rage, I don’t know if Marisol is going to be alert enough to even try to break free if Ricky starts raising her up.
Jill Matthews: This match is just barbaric.
Vince Walters: Oh get off your high horse, I have it on high authority that you did some Auto Erotic Asphyxiation porn in your days.
Jill Matthews: That was under controlled circumstances, this is an all out lynching.
Ricky pulls the noose around the neck of Marisol and tightens it up. He moves to the corner, and starts to lift, getting her to her knees pretty quickly. Marisol, realizing her predicament, begins flailing to grab the rope. Finally she gets ahold and starts pulling, to break Ricky’s momentum. Ricky keeps pulling, getting Marisol nearly to her feet. Marisol grabs the rope, and jumps, holding the rope, and pulling down. The rope slides a little through Ricky’s hands, giving him a rope burn, causing him to release the rope, and sending Marisol falling hard on her knee. Ricky goes over, and kicks Marisol’s knee hard, then kicks her hard in the midsection, knocking the wind out of her. He moves back to the corner, and grabs the rope, wincing as he pulls, the rope rubbing on those burns in his palm. He pulls, lifting Marisol to her feet.
Jill Matthews: Marisol is struggling, but it seems she just doesn’t have the strength to get hold of the rope again.
Ricky lifts a little bit, as Marisol stands on her tippy toes, squinting, and contorting her face in pain, she looks over at Ricky. Ricky sees what he’s about to do, and gives pause. He frees one of his hands, rubbing his face, then grabs the rope again, and gives it a good tug. Followed by another, and another. Marisol’s feet are now Dangling, Ricky’s arms burning from the lifting. He see’s Marisol hanging, helplessly, and gives one more good strong pull, as Marisol’s feet clear the ground, the referee measures out and she is over three feet up.
DING DING DING
Tom Davis: Your winner, RICKY MOLARRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIII
Ricky immediately releases the rope, and moves towards Marisol, now lying on the mat, holding her neck.
Jill Matthews: Don’t do it Ricky, leave well enough alone.
Ricky stands over the downed Marisol a moment, and then gets to one knee, places a hand on Marisol and checks that she’s ok. Ricky then rolls out of the ring, slowly pulling his hands down over his face, trying to wipe away the match that just took place, and walking back shaking his head. When Marisol sat up in the ring holding her throat which Ricky noticed on the NEW-TRON he stopped half way down the ramp, turning towards her and locking eyes with her. She glared at him despite the utter brutal match she had gone through and found a way to get to her feet barely able to stand but showing that she wasn't broken. Ricky began to walk back towards the ring but then put his hands over his head coming to a stop and turning around walking for the back once again obviously rather conflicted.