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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 15:36:37 GMT -5
The show opens up in an unknown location... The camera is zoomed in behind the monstrous Oblivion. He has his hand clasped on his forehead, perhaps feeling the aftershock of March Madness... being hit with a Cryptid Splash from the top of a ladder and losing his World Title... being superkicked right in the jaw by his old friend and tag team partner Smoke...
The camera zooms out a bit as they circle around Oblivion to get a front view. He parts his fingers revealing his eyes. The sense of untold hatred and rage had disapeared... replaced with a more... neutral look. He stares directly at the camera...
Oblivion: Well... March Madness wasn't one of my best days... my first loss in singles competition... along with my first pinfall loss... and this was in a world title match to beat all... Oddly enough this doesnt bother me as much as what happened after my match... My old partner and ally Smoke and his father James Lynch came out and attacked me... Lynch rambled on like usual about some kind of list... i dont give a damn about that list but what i do care about is an old friend that nearly gave me a concussion. I wont tell you how or when... but tonight i guarantee one thing... i will get my revenge...
Oblivion stares at the camera as it slowly fades to black... the real show begins...
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 15:46:03 GMT -5
We see Cryptid walking backstage with the World Title. He turns a corner and looks pissed. He passes a few HWS newcomers and ones in training, and gives them a wierd smirk. He stops and turns just his head to the left. A door is there and has a sign 'Chaz Leland - HWS Owner'. Cryptid knocks then enters.
We see the back of a chair, someone is there. Cryptid slides into the room and stands in front of the desk.
Cryptid: Chaz..... I came here to ask you what in the hell is going on?
No answer.... Cryptid becomes impatient..
Cryptid: Who am I going to face for this title?
The chair turns around...... only to reveal James Lynch.
James: Well, hello Cryptid. Chazzy isnt here anymore. He met the end of his chain, and it yanked him violently, and choked him to death.
Cryptid: So your running things?
James: You got that right. And to answer your question.... well. It will be You and my son going against Oblivion and......... hmm...... I actually dont know who he will team up with..... listen. Later on you will know.
Cryptid: Whatever, as long as I win, and keep this gold, I'm happy.
Cryptid leaves, and Lynch smiles. He turns the chair back around and the screen fades to black...
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 15:49:05 GMT -5
Bob Simmons: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the opening match for Sacrifice!
Clown plays as smog forms from the ramp way.
Bob Simmons: Introducing first…from Detroit, Michigan…weighing 295lbs…MindHate!
The lights focus to the walkway as MindHate comes out and gives a signal to the fans, then he walks to the ring as the music plays, he steps on the outside of the ring and slides in.
Bob Simmons: And his opponent…
The music play soft, then we hear a few cries in the pa System. The music gets louder and Pandora rises from under the ring (like gangrel)
Bob Simmons: From parts unknown…weighing 120lbs…Pandora!
The music gets louder and she screams and walks to the ring. She gets in the ring and sits in a turnbuckle rocking back and forth.
Mike McCardle: Welcome to Sacrifice! Our first match is about to get underway! And just in case you’re wondering, we here at the HWS don’t treat the women any differently than the men. That’s why tonight, you will witness two inter-gender matches.
John Prior: I think it’s crazy! Two pretty faces are going to be destroyed tonight!
DING! DING! DING!
Pandora and Mindhate both go in for a collar and elbow tieup. Mindhate forces Pandora back to the corner. He acts like he is going for a clean break, but he gives her a big chop. The sound echoes through the arena. He then kicks her in the gut over and over until she falls to the mat and steps on her throat trying to choke the life out of her. Mindhate picks her up and drags her to the middle of the ring and lifts her up. He drops her with a vertical suplex. Mindhate runs off the ropes and drops an elbow. He does it again and again. He goes for the pin. 1…2…Kickout! Mindhate picks Pandora up and goes for a bodyslam but she reverses into a small package. 1…2…Kickout! Mindhate up quick and goes for a clothesline but Pandora ducks and catches him in a schoolboy roll up. 1…2…Kickout! Pandora runs off the ropes and catches Mindhate with a sunset flip. 1…2…Kickout! Mindhate rolls to the outside and kicks the steps. He then gets in some fans faces that are laughing at him. The crowd starts chanting for Pandora.
Mike McCardle: See fans. Our ladies can keep up with the men!
John Prior: I have to admit I’m impressed.
Pandora runs off the ropes and just as Mindhate turns his back to the fans, she comes flying through the ropes and hits a cross body block. Pandora kicks him a couple of times and picks him up. She attempts a cradle piledriver, but Mindhate reverses with a back body drop on the concrete. Mindhate grabs a chair from under the ring and tosses it into the ring. He rolls Pandora back into the ring and rolls back into the ring himself. Mindhate sets up the chair in the middle of the ring. He whips Pandora off the ropes and goes for a drop toe hold on the chair, but she hops over him and grabs the chair and folds it up. When Mindhate raises to his feet, she swings the chair and connects with a sickening thud to the side of his head. Mindhate slowly falls to the mat. Pandora goes for the pin. 1…2…Kickout! She asks the ref to make sure it wasn’t a three count. Pandora picks up Mindhate and whips him to the corner. She follows and nails him with a turnbuckle spring elbow. Mindhate stumbles out of the corner and Pandora hits him with a bulldog. 1…2…Kickout! She picks him up and runs off the ropes. Mindhate comes to and nails Pandora with a vicious big boot to the face and she does a complete backflip and lands face down.
Mike McCardle: Jeez! I think she’s dead!
John Prior: Yeah I saw her head fly into the front row!
Mindhate picks her up and nails her with a short-arm clothesline. He runs off the ropes and just stomps her in the face. He sets the chair back up and picks her up. He whips Pandora off the ropes and catches her with a drop toe hold slamming her face into the chair. He kneels down next to her and places a finger on her. 1…2…2.9! She barely gets a shoulder up. Mindhate picks up the chair and waits for Pandora to get back up. Once she’s up he takes a swing, but she ducks. He turns back around and Pandora goes for an enziguri and kicks the chair in his face. He drops the chair and stumbles back. She grabs him and drops him face first onto the chair with the Dead Memories. She rolls him over and goes for the pin. 1…2…2.9! Kickout!
Mike McCardle : How did he kickout of that?!
John Prior: I tell you how! His fighting spirit! And the thoughts of all the sh*t he would get from the boys backstage after losing to a chick!
Pandora can’t believe he kicked out. She grabs his leg and spins him over. She locks Mindhate in an ankle lock. He screaming in pain. He grabs the ropes but she pulls him the middle of the ring. Mindhate looks as if he about to tap, when all of a sudden he rolls through and the force sends Pandora though the ropes to the outside. Mindhate, holding his ankle, rolls to the outside. He picks up Pandora and goes to whip her into the ringpost, but pulls her back and nails a belly-to-belly overhead suplex, sending Pandora crashing into the guardrail backfirst. The she lands on the top of her head on the concrete.
Mike McCardle: The ref may seriously want to think about stopping this!
John Prior: Wait a second, Mike! I thought you said the girls could hang with the guys here in HWS!
Pandora looks to be out cold. Mindhate grabs a table from under the ring and slides it under the ropes into the ring. He rolls in and sets up the table close to a corner. He exits the ring and lifts Pandora up onto his shoulder and rolls her into the ring and renters the ring. He sets her on the top rope and climbs up with her. He goes for the Mindsickness but she holds on to the ropes. She is able to break free from his grip and hits him with a big right hand to the jaw. He fall off the top ropes and crashes through the table. Pandora slowly climbs down from the ropes and grabs the chair that’s in the ring. She climbs back up and flies off with the chair hitting Mindhate with Bloody Tears. She goes for the pin. 1…2…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Bob Simmons: The winner of this match…Pandora!
The camera fades as the ref raises Pandora’s hand in victory and the crowd can be heard chanting.
Crowd: HWS! HWS! HWS! HWS! HWS!
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 15:59:52 GMT -5
The camera cuts to the ring where Heatseeker is standing up on a turnbuckle. He is looking out at all of the fans as he waits for the match to start…
Bob Simmons: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… Heatseeker!
The crowd cheers for this newcommer just as “Starfuckers” hits. Smoke comes up from the entrance ramp, Amye steps out and points to the crowd then runs and slides in the ropes and leans on all four of the ropes pointing to the crowd. she then waits in the middle of the ring for the match to start.
Bob Simmons: and introducing his opponent… Amy Strater!
The ref motions for the bell and the match is underway…
Heatseeker vs. Amy Strater
The crowd is split right down the middle as the two circle in the ring. They approach each other and lock up in a test of strength. Seeker, with the obvious strength, weight, and height advantage easily pushes back Amy into a corner.
Mike McCardle: this is obviously going to be an uphill battle for our new resident beauty, Amy Strater.
John Prior: an uphill battle? What are you stupid? This is the HARDCORE WRESTLING SOCIETY… here with hardcore rules, everyone is equal.
Seeker releases his grip before he was disqualified and he holds up his arms innocently. He looks at Amy with a big grin like he knows that he already won. However this look doesn’t last long as Amy whips up a boot right into his gut. Seeker recoils backwards holding onto his stomach. Amy bounces off the ropes and flips over him, grabbing onto his head bringing him face first into the mat.
Amy wastes no time as she quickly slides out of the ring. She throws up the ring skirt as the crowd cheers approvingly. She reaches under and pulls out a table. She lifts it up to slide it into the ring but she is cut short as Seeker hits a baseball slide right into the table. Amy falls backwards and hit’s the concrete with a thud… the table hitting the ground not too far away.
Seeker, no longer thinking of this match as a joke, unleashes a flurry of kicks into the gut of Amy…
Mike McCardle: wow… Seeker has really stepped up his game now
John Prior: You have to in this business… and from the looks of it I think Seeker will go somewhere in this business if he keeps this up…
Seeker halts the kicking and looks around. He quickly grabs the table and slides it into the ring. He grabs Amy by the hair and lifts her up. He tries to slide her into the ring but she slides out of his grip. He quickly spins around with a back fist which Amy ducks. Amy immediately hit’s a dropkick sending Seeker into the ring steps.
Mike McCardle: we are seeing some back and forth action here tonight…
Amy regains her vertical base in a matter of seconds… she quickly rushes over to Seeker and hits a quick knife edge chop, followed up with a straight fist to the forehead. Amy grabs Seeker and slides him into the ring. Amy climbs up to the top rope and waits as Seeker stumbles up to his feet. When Seeker makes it to his feet Amy leaps off and executes a perfect head scissors in midair and flips Seeker right back onto his back. Amy recovers from the fall quickly and crawls over Seeker…1...2...kickout!
Seeker powers out right at two. Amy quickly gets to her feet as Seeker makes it to his knees. Amy rushes at Seeker just in time to be hit with a powerful chest chop. The sound echoed through the arena and crowd moans in pain. Amy holds her chest in pain as Seeker makes it to his feet and wraps his arms around her head before spiking her down with a DDT. He hooks a leg…1...2... Kickout!
Seeker, with a look of shock on his face, hoists himself back up onto his legs and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He quickly leaps off and connects with an elbow drop… once again he hooks a leg…1...2...2.5... Kickout!
Seeker once again has a look of shock on his face, and just like before he wastes no time standing up and plotting his next move. He moves into a corner and signals that the match is over. He crouches in wait as Amy, holding her chest in pain, slowly makes it to her feet. She wobbles on her feet as Seeker pounces out of the corner with a super kick… which Amy ducks! Amy just barely ducks the blow and takes down Seeker with a drop toe hold.
Seeker and Amy make it to their feet at the exact same time and they charge at each other. Seeker attempts a clothesline which Amy ducks, Amy latches on to Seeker’s arm and irish whips Seeker into the ropes. Amy pounces at Seeker with a clothesline of her own but Seeker ducks and twists around, this time irish whipping Amy into the ropes. Seeker ducks down thinking back body drop… but Amy sees it coming and spikes him with a DDT.
John Prior: This is some crazy back and forth action here!
Amy makes it to her feet again, this time breathing heavily… she looks around the ring and notices the table that was brought into play earlier. She fumbles around with it and sets it up right next to a turnbuckle. She turns to face her opponent… who is lying in wait with a super kick! The blow rattles Amy’s whole body as she falls backwards onto the table…
Mike McCardle: wow a thunderous super kick from Heatseeker… this match is over… ring the bell…
Seeker, seeing a glorious opportunity, climbs up the turnbuckle near where the table was set up… He get the crowd excited as he motions for something big…
John Prior: What the hell is he doing? Just pin the girl and get this over with!
He turns to face the crowd and leaps off in a moonsault he crashes into the table and into Amy… but not in the way he expected! Amy wrapped her arms and legs around Seeker’s shoulders just before he hit… sending both of them through the table onto the mat… but Seeker was just rolled up with a schoolboy! 1...2...3!
Seeker kicks out but it was too late… He slams his fists into the ring in disappointment as the ref raises up Amy’s hand
Bob Simmons: The winner of the contest as the result of a pinfall… Amy Strater!
Mike McCardle: A simple pinning technique counter to a moonsault… some quick thinking by Amy…
John Prior: But Heetseeker had the damn match won if he would’ve pinned Amy!
Mike McCardle: but he wanted to give the fans what they wanted… and in the end that was his downfall…
Amy climbs up a turnbuckle and holds her hands in the air, the crowd cheering in support.
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 16:00:28 GMT -5
Bob Simmons: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
The lights go out and the arena is filled with green spot lights circling around. A stobe spot light hits the entrance way and Halo by Soil begins to play. Two men come out in black hooded unzipped sweat shirts with the hoods up covering their heads. They make their way to the ring. Saint goes up the steel steps as Sinn climbs up and over the ropes. The two men stand side by side in the middle of the ring, the lights come on and the men throw their hoods back. Both men go to one of the two corners on the ring closest to the camera and hold their arms up. Saint spins and jumps down while Sinn sits and perches himself on the top rope waiting on their opponents.
Simmons: Accompanied to the ring by Sinn....Saint! ...and his partner....
The arena lights fade out as a pale blue spotlight shines down at the entrance as smoke begins to bellow out from behind the curtains. What Have You Done by Without Temptation plays as Manslaughter emerges, his hands running nervously through his hair occasionally clenching his fists together as if he means to pull the hair right of his skull as he mutters to himself.
John Prior: On the HWS web site yesterday, it was reported that this will be Manslaughter's last match here in this promotion.
Mike McCardle: For personal reasons, Lucien Foster has decided to step away from the squared circle. We wish him all the best.
Manslaughter slides into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly shuffles into the corner of the ring rocking gently as he wraps his arms around himself. The crowd gives him a huge pop due to knowledge of his departure.
Simmons: Manslaughter!....and their opponents.....
As Sandstorm by Durude plays the lights Fade on and off, he stands on the Entrance Stage, Has a Slow Look around... breaths in as if smelling the air.. then very cocky like, struts towards the ring, slides under the bottom rope, looks around then slowly raises his arm
Simmons: J Twist!....and his partner....
If I Was Your Vampire bvy Marilyn Manson plays as lights blink on red and white, fog comes from around the ramp way as fire lights the ramp way up, Mysery steps out the ramp way and looks up, as he walks down to the ring, a black crow lands on his shoulder as he walks to the ring more, he slides in and sits in the corner. The Crow flys to the rafters as if it is watching Mysery
Simmons: Mysery!
The Ref motions for the bell as Bob Simmons leaves the ring…
DING DING DING
Saint and Manslaughter v. J Twist and Mysery
Saint and J Twist start off the match as Manslaughter and Mysery look on from the outskirts of the ring apron. Saint charges out J Twist and leaps at him, but J Twist steps aside dodging the attack, sending Saint flying into the turnbuckle. J Twist and does his signature taunt around the ring only to be met with a chop block from Saint.
Prior: J Twist got a little cocky there.
McCardle: He can be cocky all he wants, he's J Friggan Twist!
Saint drags Twist to his feet only to scoop slam him back down. He bounces off the ropes, jumps over Twists body, bounces off the ropes again, and drops the leg onto J Twist. He begins to choke J Twist. Twist musters strength to climb to his feet with Saint on his back.
Prior: Look at how strong Twist is!
Twist falls backwards delivering a somewhat modified electric chair drop. He rolls off Saint and locks him into a single leg boston crab. Saint screams in pain, but manages to crawl over to his corner and tags in Manslaughter.
McCardle: Saints pretty strong as well, John!
Manslaughter clotheslines J Twist to the back of the head. He pulls Twist up, irish whips him off the ropes, and hits a Somoan Drop on J Twist. Sinn, outside, slides a chair into the ring. Manslaughter picks it up and heads towards a now standing J Twist, Manslaughter swings and misses a dodging J Twist. Twist kicks Manslaughter in the gut, dropping the chair. Twist locks his arm around his neck and sets up for a DDT onto the chair. Manslaughter counters it right before the attempt into a spinebuster onto the chair. Manslaughter goes for the cover...1....2...kick out by Twist.
Prior: Despite a wicked spinebuster, Twist still manages to kick out!
Manslaughter drags Twist to the corner and begins to stomp him wildly, but Twist drop toe holds him into the turnbuckle. He gets up and tries to tag in Mysery, but Mysery backs off and refuses to be tagged in.
McCardle: It is a strange bedfellows match, folks, so we knew these two wouldn't get along.
Twist shoves Mysery off the apron and to the floor. He turns around, only to be picked up by Manslaughter and powerbombed into the turnbuckle.
Prior: And look what happened!
Manslaughter tags in Saint who charges and leg lariats Twist in the corner. Twist rolls over towards the center of the ring and Saint climbs the turnbuckle.
McCardle: Could this be a Heaven's Light?
Saint does a shooting star splash off the top rope, but Twist raises his legs and his boots meet Saint's face.
Prior: I don't think so Mike!
Mysery, back on the outskirts, leans over the ropes and begs for a tag from Twist. Twist struggles to get over to the corner, but when he reaches for a tag, Mysery backs away.
McCardle: Mysery wants no part of this match!
Furious, Twist stumbles to his feet and slaps Mysery across the chest. The ref signals Mysery to step in.
Prior: That's a legal tag?
McCardle: The refs forcing Mysery into this match!
Mysery climbs into the ring and stares viciously back at J Twist. Mysery heads over to a motionless Saint and leans down, only to be rolled up by Saint...1....2...kick out.
McCardle: Saint's playing possum! I love it!
Saint and Mysery are both standing. Mysery punches Saint in the face and then irish whips him off the ropes, and is blind tagged by Manslaughter, who immediately rushes into the ring and catches him off guard by big booting him across the face.
Prior: A big big boot by Manslaughter!
McCardle: That doesn't make sense, John.
Prior: Oh, shut up Mike!
Manslaughter tries to pulls Mysery to his feet only to be low blowed by the Human Cancer. Mysery stands triumphantly over Manslaughter and taunts him. Out of nowhere, J Twist runs into the ring and and nails Mysery with a chair shot.
McCardle: Their on the same team! He can't do that!
Prior: Well, like you said, he's J Friggan Twist!
McCardle: Well put
Saint charges into the ring and gets picked up into a fireman's carry by J Twist. Sinn climbs up onto the ring apron and begins to yell at Twist, but he throws Saint into Sinn, sending them both to the mat.
McCardle: J Twist is laying down the law!
Twist heads over to Manslaughter and helps him to his feet.
Prior: It seems that Twist is helping out Manslaughter!
McCardle: It is his last match, John.
Twist irish whips a now standing Mysery towards Manslaughter who gives him a Lost Innocence, a black hole slam. He covers...1...2...3! DING DING DING
Simmons: The winner of this match, Manslaughter.
The crowd is on their feet as Twist raises Manslaughters hand.
Prior: A classy move by one of HWS' finest!
McCardle: I don't care if he is J Twist, you don't help your opponent win a match.
Mysery rises to his feet and stands behind J Twist. He punches him in the back and puts him in a torture rack. Manslaughter cowers out of the ring and runs helplessly up the ramp. Mysery powerbombs him straight to the mat. He picks up the chair Twist used to hit him and viciously pummels Twist to a bloody pulp.
Prior: It looks like Mysery wasn't too happy with the outcome.
McCardle: You think?
Mysery leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, the crowd booing. Mysery passes the EMTs on his way through the curtain.
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 16:01:01 GMT -5
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, what a night it already has been. Coming up next we have the World Tag Team Titles going up for grabs.
“Holy Diver blasts through the arena as Ace and Blackjack make their way to the ring. At the beginning of the entrance ramp they stop and Ace does a Shawn Michaels type pose in front and Blackjack stands behind him holding both arms up. They walk down the aisle talking and clapping hands with the crowd. They get in the ring, pull out their decks of cards and throw them into various sections of the crowd.
John: The former tag team champions The High Rollers.
Mike: Trying to get their revenge John.
Atreyu Becoming the Bull hits as Kevin and Mark jog onto the stage. Raising their hands and titles as the crowd boo's. They then slowly walk to the ring talking smack to the crowd. The hop into the ring and jump on the turnbuckle raising their hands and their titles. They jump on the other one and wait for the match to begin.
The ref holds the titles in the air and show the High Rollers. BlackJack steps into the ring first with Kevin Curtis. BlackJack gets the advantage with a kick to the groin then a powerful clothesline coming off the ropes. He puts his hands in the air toward the crowd and Mark Mavin. He then picks up Kevin Curtis and goes for a suplex but it is reversed by Kevin and both men go to the mat. Kevin gets up and locks in an Arm Bar. Ace jumps right into the ring to break it up and Mavin jumps in after Ace. Those two go at it very hard and fall out of the ring fighting. Kevin seems to have hurt his back when Ace broke the hold, Blackjack stands up and hits Kevin with a Spine Buster.
Meanwhile, on the outside Ace and Mavin are going toe to toe and Ace gets the advantage. Ace moves the mat away and looks straight at the concrete floor and hits a MASSIVE DDT busting Mavin wide open and he is knocked out cold. Ace smiles and hops back on the ring post.
After the Spike Buster by BlackJack on Kevin Curtis he goes for the quick cover. 1…2….kickout by Kevin. BlackJack picks Kevin up and throws him against the ropes as Ace holds the ropes down and Kevin goes flying over. Ace heads to the top rope looking down on Kevin. He yells for BlackJack to go set him up for the Royal Flush all the way outside the ring. He sets him up and out of nowhere Mark Mavin gets up and pushes Ace off the top rope onto the concrete floor.
John: Oh My Goodness! What a match so far!
BlackJack can do nothing but look as he throws Kevin Curtis back into the ring and begins to go back to work. Mavins slowly makes his way to his corner as Ace is now struggling to move.
Mike: Seems like Ace and Mavin hate each other.
BlackJack goes for a leg drop but Kevin Curtis moves out of the way and makes the tag to the Bloody Mavin. Mavin comes running into the ring and hits a flying head butt to BlackJack. Ace is finally getting back to his corner. Mavin then goes for the Boston Crab and he locks it in.
John: He might tap Mike, he just might!
He has it locked in but somehow BlackJack escapes. BlackJack rolls over to Ace and barely makes the tag. Ace comes running into the ring as Mavin wants know part and quickly makes the tag back to Kevin Curtis.
John: Look at him run!
Kevin and Ace locks up as Ace gets him into a Sleeper and follows it with a massive slam. Ace goes for the cover. 1…..2….Kick out by Kevin. BlackJack begins to cheer on Ace clapping with the crowd. Ace whips Kevin against the ropes and they both go for a clothesline and they both get knocked down. The ref begins to count.
1……..2………3………4……….5………6……..7……Kevin Curtis is the first to his feet and makes the tag to Mark Mavin. He picks up Ace and hits a powerful piledriver. Mavin then hits a signature move the Double Arm DDT. Kevin with a smile on his face as BlackJack in the corner still trying to get motivation for Ace. Mavin goes for the cover. 1….2….Kickout by Ace. Mavin goes to the top rope.
Mike: I think we are about to see the Mavin Drop.
He flies off and Mavin connects on Ace with the Mavin Drop. 1………..2………..BlackJack pulls Mavin’s leg and he rolls off of Ace. Meanwhile Kevin Curtis out of nowhere runs into the ring and nails BlackJack with the Kevin KO. Kevin stairs him down and walks back to his corner. BlackJack and Ace are both knocked out in the middle of the ring. Mavin kicks blackjack out of the ring as Ace slowly begins to get up. Kevin runs into the ring and hits a dropkick knocking down Ace. He puts him in the Curt 4 (Figure Four) while Mavin goes to the top rope.
John: Uhh Ohh, BlackJack is knocked out, outside the ring and Mavin is on the top rope. I think we are about to see a little FTD (Figure Touch Drop).
While Kevin has him in the Curt 4 Mavin hits the elbow off the top rope. Mavin goes for the cover on Ace. Kevin rolls out of the ring raising his hands. 1…..2……KICKOUT. Ace somehow kicks out and Mavin stands up looking confused. Kevin still thinks the match is over as BlackJack jumps into the ring and hits “The Bust” (Standing Muscle Buster). He pulls Ace over Mavin and the ref begins to count. 1…….2……Kevin turns around and notices Mavin is getting pinned and pulls the ref out of the ring by his leg. The ref smacked his head on the concrete floor where Mavin got hit with the DDT. Ace is still over top of Mavin knocked out and BlackJack is standing in the corner. Ace slowly gets up as Kevin Curtis off the top rope hits Ace with a Barbwire baseball bat right to the head and begins gushing blood. He doesn’t fall right away so Kevin stairs him down and hits the Kevin KO. Blackjack runs into the ring and gets hit with the baseball bat as well. Mark Mavin gets up and goes to the top rope. MAVIN DROP and connects. Kevin Curtis throws the ref into the ring. 1……..2……..3……
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners, and STILL Tag Team Champions, Kevin Curtis and Mark Mavin, The Untouchables!
They get their titles and a few beers and hold the gold up high in front of both Ace and Blackjack who are down in the middle of the ring bleeding. The spray some beer all over the ring, highrollers, and the crowd and walk out as Becoming the Bull is played.
John: Hardcore Wrestling Society! There will be blood!
Mike: That’s for sure! What a great match and I bet we see these two tag teams go at it again VERY soon. Up next we have Swish and Smoke in our Main Event of Sacrifice.
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Post by James Lynch on Mar 25, 2008 16:12:51 GMT -5
John Prior: Here we go, Time to see if Our Co- owner James Lynch's son Smoke can actually wrestle.
Mike McCardle: I think he might pull this one off, but then again it's not like he is facing Phate.
John Prior: Who?
Mike McCardle: You don't remember him do you?
John Prior: No can't say I do.
Mike McCardle: Well anyways let's get this match underway. It's time for our main event and it is going to be a great match.
Bob Simmons: The following match is your Main event of the evening. Making his way to the ring first , Hailing from Atlanta Georgia...
Leeches by In flames Blares over the p.a as Smoke comes out followed by his father the co-owner James lynch. Smoke grins as he father points to the ring. Smoke walks to the ring as the fans Let out boos and yell you suck at our Current co-owner. James Lynch looks at some fans and yells at them as Smoke slides into the ring. He raises his arms into the air as His father looks on and claps.
And his opponent from Ozone, New york...
The smoke machine begins to cover the entrance as "Tom Sawyer" begins to play over the PA as Earl Swisher runs through the smoke as the crowd is ecstatic. He stretches his arms as he makes his way down the ramp, making sure to slap the hands of as many fans as he can. He stops in front of the apron and stares at James Lynch. He runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it, holding his hands up as the fans embrace the icon. He climbs back down and Gets Speared by Smoke before the bell get's rung.
John Prior: Well Smoke is not wasting any time.
Mike McCardle: Do you blame him?
After spearing Earl Swisher Smoke lays in with some vicious rights until the ref pulls him off. Swisher pulls himself up and charges at Smoke with a brutal clothesline knocking him down , He runs to the ropes and bounces off and delivers a elbow drop. He picks Smoke up and gives him a ddt and goes for the cover.
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Kickout from Smoke. The fans begin to chant For swisher , Smoke struggles to his feet and catches Swisher from behind with a german suplex pin.
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Kickout.
John Prior: So far this match is good.
Mike McCarlde: Yeah until Lynch gets involved.
Back in the ring Smoke and Earl are exchanging rights and lefts. Earl get's the upper hand with a kick to Smoke's gut and goes for a brainbuster only for Smoke to somehow counter it into a neck breaker. Smoke and Earl are both on the mat, Smoke crawls over for the cover.
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James Lynch gets frustrated and gets up on the apron and begins to argue with the ref. As He continues to argue Earl Swisher gets up and lines up Smoke . Swisher out of nowhere nails the straight swish clothesline and goes for the cover, But the ref is Distracted he turns around and goes to count the pin but gets smacked in the back by James Lynch with that damn cane. Earl gets up and knocks Lynch off the apron with a Jawdropper, As he turns around Smoke kicks Swisher in the gut and delievers a nasty looking Jacknife. But with the ref out cold no one can count the pin.
John Prior: This is insane, we have no ref and both men are giving these fans a amazing match.
Mike McCardle : I agree with you there, but how the hell is this match going to be decided.
A ref runs into the ring.
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Kickout by Swisher, Smoke stands up and gets in the ref's face. Earl stumbles up to his feet, Smoke turns around to suffer a fameasser. Swisher goes for the pin.
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Bob Simmons: Here is you're winner. Earl Swisher!
Earl slides out of the ring as Smoke gets to his feet.Earl walks to the back with his arms raised and a smile on his face.
Lynch grabs a mic as he walks over to Smoke who is breathing heavily in the ring because of his match. Lynch raises his mic to speak but he is stopped short when the crowd erupts into a flurry of boos. He looks around the arena with a sadistic grin on his face as he waits for the crowd to calm down.
John Prior: What is this crowd doing? The new owner just gave us one hell of a show and this is how they repay him?
Mike McCardle: I think they are booing his actions and his sadistic mindset... and what he did to the creator of HWS, Chaz Leland...
Lynch raises his mic once again but he drops it at the sound which he wasnt expecting... the sound of an organ. The crowd goes wild as the sound reverberated throughout the arena. Oblivion walks out onto the stage and glares directly at the ring. He runs his hand across his chin where Smoke's boot connected before he began an all out charge at the ring.
Lynch wastes no time as he quickly leaves the ring just as Oblivion slides in under the bottom rope. Before he could stand Smoke begins to unleash a combination of kicks and jabs. But since he wasnt at 100% they didnt have their usual strength. Oblivion pushes him away and makes it up to his feet.
Smoke charges at him once more and is met with a uppercut that sends him reeling back into the ropes. Oblivion charges with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope. Oblivion quickly makes it to his feet and grabs a steel chair.
John Prior: I think Oblivion has snapped! He really means business tonight!
Oblivion raises up the chair to drop in a knockout blow but he stops when he catches James Lynch out of the corner of his eye. Lynch immediatly turns around and begins running around the ring. Oblivion drops the chair and chases him. After making it 3/4 of the way around the ring Lynch slides in... Oblivion wastes no time as he follows suit and slides in. Oblivion makes it to his knees before he is met with a cane shot to his face.
Lynch held his cane with both hands as he dropped down another solid hit onto Oblivion's mask. Oblivion seemed stunned as he simply wobbled on his knees. Lynch raises up his cane once more and brings it down... but Oblivion catches it with his hand!
Oblivion slowly stands up and pulls the cane out of Lynch's hands with his left hand so hard that Lynch fell forward... right into Oblivion's right hand! Oblivion gripped Lynch tightly around his throat with his right hand as he tossed the cane out of the ring.
Mike McCardle: Is Oblivion going to do it? Is this "The End" for Lynch?
Oblivion tosses Lynch's hand out of the way and lifts him up into the air... but he is hit in the back of the head with a steel chair!
Lynch lands on his feet and grips his neck in pain as he yells something to his son. Oblivion wobbles around and is met with another chair shot that sends him falling backwards onto the mat. Smoke raises up the chair and drops it across Oblivion's face. He throws the chair down to the ground in satisfaction as Lynch barks out an order to him.
Smoke slides out of the ring and reaches under the skirt for something... and he pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat!
Mike McCardle: the numbers game caught up with Oblivion... he turns his back on Smoke for one minute and he loses all of the momentum he had...
John Prior: And i bet you that Lynch isnt happy with what just transpired... and he will punish Oblivion for it...
Lynch uses all of his strength to pull Oblivion up to his knees. Smoke grabs the barbed wire baseball bat with both hands and runs it slowly across Oblivion's mask... ripping it up in a few places and causing blood to pour out.
Mike McCardle: this looks like it could be the end for Oblivion...
The crowd suddenly erupts into cheers as someone begins a charge to the ring.
Mike McCardle: wait a minute... who is that!?
The fans go insane once they realize who the man is. The man slides into the ring behind Smoke who is preparing to hit a vicious knockout blow on Oblivion. Still unaware of the man who had just entered the ring Smoke raises up the bat... but it is snatched out of his hands. Smoke twirls around to see the culprit but he is met with a barbed wire baseball hit to the stomach. He crumbles to the ground in pain and rolls out of the ring.
John Prior: Am i seeing what i think im seeing?
The man turns his attention to Lynch who has a shocked look on his face. The man charges at Lynch who quickly ducks and rolls out of the ring. The man stands on a turnbuckle and points the bat at Lynch and his son as they walk up the ramp and backstage.
A bloodied Oblivion makes it to his feet and stares at the man who quite possibly saved his career. The man jumps off of the turnbuckle and the crowd goes insane as they stare at each other face to face.
John Prior: why the hell would he help Oblivion...?
Oblivion takes his left hand and dabs his forehead. He holds his hand and looks at the blood. Oblivion moves both of his hands to the bottom of his mask. The crowd goes silent as Oblivion slowly peels up his mask. Once he pulls it fully off he holds it in his hands and stares at it for a moment before he tosses it on the ground next to him.
The now unmasked Oblivion stares at his savior... J Twist. He uses his left hand to throw his hair out of his face and wipe off some of the blood. With his right he smudges off his dark eyeliner.
Oblivion stares directly into J Twist's eyes for a moment... before a grin crosses his face. Oblivion nods his head slowly as he moves towards the ring ropes and steps over them. The annouce team and the audience remain silent.
Oblivion begins his acension up the ramp as the camera cuts to J Twist who is staring at him. J Twist looks out into the crowd and nods confidently with a smile on his face. He raises up the barbed wire baseball bat and the crowd goes crazy. The camera focuses on his grin as familiar music hits. James Lynch walks out to the stage. Oblivion stops, only a few feet away from the man. Twist drops the bat and leans against the ropes, ready to listen to whatever he has to say.
Lynch: Listen up! Earlier today I told Cryptid that at Up In Flames there will be a tag match! I also told him that it will be Smoke and him, going against Oblivion and another person that I had no clue of who it would be. But witnessing the recent actions that took place, I realize that Oblivions partner will be J Twist!
The crows cheers. This will be one hell of a match. Twist smiles, and Oblivion looks back at him and returns a smile. Lynch begins to speak again, which makes both men look back at him.
Lynch: Oh, by the way, there is one small detail I forgot to mention. It will be a tornado tag match, and the person who makes the pinfall, whoever it may be, will be the World Champion! So Twist, you can pin Smoke and become the champion. Smoke can pin Oblivion. It doesnt matter, but it has to be your opponent. And for an Up In Flames preview, next week we will have a Fatal Four Way match... Cryptid versus Smoke versus Twist versus Oblivion!
The crowd erupts in a slurry of cheers. Oblivion has a different look on his face now.... a look that cant be explained. He has to face his new allie.
The screen fades to black... UIF is on the horizon, and when it comes...... There Will Be Blood...
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