Bloody Hell 2/18/07

[Scott Leland]

"Let Go" by Red hits and everyone goes crazy. Pyro explodes and a video intro plays, highlighting all of the matches.

(have to cut it short, getting off soon)

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Oblivion)

John Prior: Welcome to our opening contest here at the first ever Hardcore Wrestling Society Pay Per View!

Mike McCardle: Yes and what a PPV it will be, three champions will be crowned, a number one contender will be named, and a man will fight for his job

John: speaking of your last point that is the first match!

The camera cuts to Bob Simmons who is standing in the center of the ring.

Bob: The following contest is schedualed for one fall, and if Fred X wins this contest... he gets his job back.... introducing first... From Rochester, New York... he is the owner of the Hardcore Wrestling Society! He is CHAZ LELAND!

The crowd erupts into boos

"Before I Forget" by Slipknot hits and Chaz Leland walks out to the stage. Smoke begins blowing at him and he does the wingspan pose. He then makes his way to the ring. Once he gets there he climbs onto the apron, and walks on it to the corner, and climbs up it. He takes his left foot and places it inside the ring and on the turnbuckle, but leaves one out, and does the wingspan pose again. He brings his right foot in the ring and gets off of the turnbuckle.

Chaz stands in the center of the ring with a cocky grin on his face as Granite by Pendulum comes on and Fred X walks out calmly. He stands at the top of the ramp and raises his arm. As he does this red smoke pours out behnd him and engulfs him and he isn't visible. He then bursts out and sprints down to the ring and is suddenly very energetic. He climbs up each turnbuckle and raises his hands like before but on the fourth turnbuckle he faces inwards from the crowd and does a shooting star flip and lands on his feet. He then stares directly at Chaz as the ref motions for the bell...

DING DING DING

Chaz Leland v. Fred X

John: Well this is going to be a treat for us all, this will be the first time that our boss is going to wrestler here for us!

Chaz and Fred begin to circle the ring before they walk straight up to each other and get face to face. Chaz begins to say some indistinguishable words before Fred slaps him. Chaz recoils back then charges at Fred with a right which Fred ducks then quickly snaps off a neckbreaker. Fred quickly locks in a single leg boston crab and cinches it in deep.

Mike: I hate to say anything against our boss... but Fred is looking good so far, great stratagy... keep the boss grounded and he can't do much.

Chaz pushes himself up with both of his arms and flips over causing Fred to lose his grip. Chaz quickly makes it to his feet then attemps a clothesline that Fred ducks. Chaz turns around and is met with a dropkick. Fred quickly locks in the boston crab again. Chaz screams out in pain as he slowly crawls towards the ropes he grabs on and Fred releases his grip. Chaz pulls himself outside of the ring and he slowly stands up. He turns just in time to duck a suicide dive from Fred. Fred plunges onto the ring mat and hits with a thud.

Mike: ouch! and that is just the kinda opening Chaz was waiting for.

Chaz kicks Fred in the gut three times before he lifts him up and rolls him into the ring. Chaz jumps up to the top rope and waits for Fred to stand before he leaps off and Hurricanranas him. Fred flips in the air and quickly regains a vertical base just in time to recieve a drum solo from Chaz (A series of rights followed by and elbow to the top of the skull). Fred falls to the mat and Chaz quickly hooks a leg...1...kickout!

John: The man is fighting for his job... it will take a lot more to take him out here tonight!

Chaz rolls out of the ring and motions for the workers to move as he grabs a chair. He turns around just in time to recieve a baseball slide kick right through the chair to his chest. Chaz falls backwards against the guard rail as Fred rolls out of the ring. Fred Clotheslines Chaz over the guard rail and both men enter the crowd. The crowd goes crazy as Fred lifts Chaz to his feet and throws two straight rights to his forehead. Chaz recoils backwards as Fred climbs onto the guardrail and leaps off in a moonsault... that Chaz dodges. Fred hits the concret with a thud as Chaz quickly picks him up and gives him the Velvet Revolver (Spinning Unprettier) Right onto the concret floor! Blood trickles down Fred's forehead as Chaz quickly grabs a mic...

Chaz: This match is now... falls count anywhere!

John: Can he do that?

Mike: he is the boss...

Chaz quickly covers Fred as the ref jumps over the guardrail...


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KICKOUT

Chaz has a look of amazement on his face as he stands on his knees and watches Fred X roll onto his stomach. Chaz quickly snaps out of his trance and pulls Fred to his feet. Chaz irish whips Fred towards a nearby wall which Fred cracks up against leaving an indentation in the wall. Chaz runs over and pins again...1...2...kickout!

Chaz lifts up Fred by his hair before Fred throws up his arms causing Chaz to lose his grip. Fred begins throwing punches...left...right...left...right before he unleashes a vicious clothesline that caues Chaz to flip in the air. Fred seems to enter some kind of a rage as he holds out his arms and yells causing the crowd to go crazy. Fred then crouches down and waits as Chaz uses the wall to regain his base... Chaz turns and is speared...right through the wall!!!

The dust clears showing Fred slowly making it back to his feet as Chaz lays motionless on the floor, pieces of plywood laying around and on top of him. Fred throws the plywood off of Chaz before he puts his hands on his chest... the ref drops...

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CHAZ KICKS OUT!!!!!!!!

This time Fred wobbles up to his feet with an astonished look on his face, but he wastes no time as he lifts up Chaz and quickly snaps off a DDT. Chaz has blood coming down the side of his left arm and from his bottom lip as Fred latches on to one of his legs and pulls him out of the hole in the wall. Fred pulls Chaz through the crowd and pulls him through an open entrance into a hallway, the ref following close behind. When Fred reaches a hallway with many objects and tables around he releases his grip and looks around. He grabs a garbage can and empties it out before he lifts it up. He slams it down right into Chaz who kicks it up into Fred's face! Fred drops the trash can and stumbles backwards until he hits a table and falls on it.

Chaz wobbles up to his feet and looks at Fred who is lying on a table. He then walks out of the camera's view...

John: where is the boss going?

A crashing noise is heard as a zamboni drives into view and stops right in front of the table. The Chaz jumps off of the drivers seat and walks over to Fred who is waiting for him with a quick kick to the face. Chaz falls backwards as Fred pushes himself off of the table and walks over to Chaz... where he is met with a trashcan to the face! Fred crumbles to the ground as Chaz quickly picks him up and throws him back onto the table. Chaz quickly climbs up to the top of the Zamboni, he hesitates a moment before leaping off with Total Nirvana (360 shooting star press).... Fred rolls off of the table and Chaz hits it with brutal force causing the table to snap in half!

Fred, without thinking, jumps up to the top of the zamboni and leaps off with the FX Special (Shooting Star Leg Drop). He hits perfectly on the back of Chaz's neck and he rolls over Chaz the ref quickly drops...

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DING DING DING!!

John: OH MY GOD! Fred did it! Fred beat the boss!

Bob: the winner of this match as the result of a pinfall... FRED X!

Granite by Pendulum begins to play as Fred limps back through the hallway and back into the crowd where he climbs up to the top of a guardrail and raises both of his hands into the air.

Mike: Not only the sweet taste of victory... but the tase of getting his job back!

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Swish and Twist)

Bob Simmons: the following contest is a 10 man over the top rope battle royal… after 8 men are eliminated… the final 2 will enter in a singles contest, the winner being decided by pinfall, submission, or knockout!

Lights go out until Korn says "Are You Ready" with a burst of smoke and fireworks where red strobe lights go all through the arena. As “Blind” plays over the PA, Cryptid then floats down from the rafters onto the stage and walks slowly to the ring.

Bob Simmons: and the first competitor… Cryptid!

Session by Linkin Park begins to play as smoke starts to show on the entrance then Dallas Bishop comes out from the backstage and walks down on the ramp. He then starts running when he was halfway down o the ring and slides inside. Dallas goes up on the middle and points up with both hands like he was holding a gun and says,"The American Gangster!!!"

Bob Simmons: And introducing the second competitor… Dallas Bishop!

The entire arena goes pitch black as Enter Sandman by Metallica begins to play, when it gets to the start of the first verse Tom Hellstorm slowly comes to the ramp entrance with his hands on his hips as he looks on into the crowd. The lights start to rise as he walks to the ring. The lights will be orange and red. He raises his hands at he end of the ramp, and enters the ring. He goes to the turnbuckle and climbs and lifts his hands again.

Bob Simmons (just saying the names now) : Tom Hellstorm!

As Jacob's theme reverberates throughout the vicinity, the crowd awaits on the edge of their seats for the arrival of the "Methodical Mastermind". About fifteen seconds into The Blank Theory's "Middle of Nowhere", the singer whispers the phrase "and the lights go off". In conjunction with the songs beginning lyrics, the lights indeed go off. Strobe-lights begin circling around the arena, and soon Jacob Slade emerges from the back. Being the straight shooter that he is, Jacob has a determined expression on his face and is accompanying it with a slight saunter down the ramp. He never once glances over to the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, letting it be known that he is ready for business. He slides into the ring and paces around a bit, wasting no time showboating or entertaining the crowd.

Bob Simmons: Jacob Slade!

The lights in the arena are dimmed as "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake begins to play. "The Stallion" Ryder Jackson makes his way out through the curtains wearing a big fluffy fur coat and has two beautiful unknown women on his arms. The women escort him into the ring and the two take off his fur coat as the boos fill the arena. He smiles slyly to the camera as he lowers the rope and allows the ladies to exit the ring.
Bob Simmons: Ryder Jackson!

As Limp Bizkit’s Rollin' starts, The Mortition comes out on a huge motorcycle. He rides 1 lap around the ring, goes up the ramp a little and turns off the bike. Walks into ring, then raises hand in the air. Then, The Mortition looks up the ramp staring, waiting for his next victim to meet his maker.

Bob Simmons: The Mortition!

"Trust?" by Limp Bizkit plays as Hedge McCoy comes out through the curtain with hands cuffed and chained feet. His security officer and girlfriend Mistress Sable Lynn help uncuff him and he gets into the ring, pumped up and ready for action.

Bob Simmons: Hedge McCoy!

As soon as "Shove It" by Deftones starts up, white smoke engulfs the entrance area. Painsaw walks out from the back through the smoke. He raises both arms in the air taking in a highly mixed crowd reaction. He proceeds on down towards the ring walking with a attitude that says I dare anyone to touch me. Once to the ring he walks up the stairs and then walks alone the ring apron. He faces the crowd for a moment and then spreads his arms to both sides whilst yelling, again taking in a mixed reaction. He climbs in between the ropes and leans back on them twice to warm up for the match.

Bob Simmons: Bryan Lee!

The lights start to fade out. The crowd go silent. Suddenly 'Final Countdown' by Europe starts to play. The crowd start to cheer, as a light starts to shine on the entrance way. After awhile Halo comes out, some fans banging on the barricades to the song. Halo walks over to the ring, slapping some of the fans hands. Lights start to come on where he walks. Halo rolls into the ring and he mounts the top burncuckle. He does a cross-like pose with his hands, as the lights fade back on to normal, everyone being able to see the ring, and Halo. Halo mounts another turnbuckle at the other side and does the samer pose. He then gets down from the turnbuckle, waiting for the final opponent

Bob Simmons: Halo!


The lights go out and a spotlight begins to randomly move throughout the audience as an "air raid siren" goes off. In a matter of seconds the spotlight goes to the entrance and pyros go off as "Rush" begins to play and Red Hook jumps into view (a la Rey Mysterio) and throws his fists into the air as he embraces a huge pop from the crowd. He struts down the entrance ramp, climbs the steel stairs, and enters the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and does the "cutthroat" with his right arm. He comes down and gets ready for the match...

Simmons: and finally...Red Hook!

Bob exit’s the ring as the ref explains the rules to all of the men before he motions for the bell… DING DING DING

Battle Royal
Cryptid v. Dallas Bishop v. Tom Hellstorm v. Jacob Slade v.Ryder Jackson v. The Mortition v. Hedge McCoy v. Bryan Lee v. Halo v. Red Hook

John Prior-
"OMG Mike, this is total mayhem. These 10 men are pushing themselves to the limit in this Battle Royal here at Bloody Hell!...

-Mike McCardle-
"That right JP...but as of yet not one person has been eliminated!" Its wide open here with no-one really gaining the uphand here..."
Back in the ring, Cryptid and Slade go to work on Hedge McCoy, taking turns to lay into him with there boots. Red Hook and Ryder Jackson trade blows before Hook gets the upper hand with a sneeky rake to the eyes. He whippes him to the ropes before hitting him with a hard Body Slam dead in the centre of the ring. Laying flat on his back, in one corner of the ring is Dallas Bishop, after barrage of Punches from The Mortition.

As Mortition looks down at Dallas Bishop...he mimmicks himself throwing Dallas over the top rope. As he goes to pick him up he receives a stiff elbow to the back of the head thanks to Tom Hellstorm.

-MM-
"Oooo did you see that JP? a sneaky forearm from Tom Hellstorm right in to the back of Mortitions head! And now he's Laying into him in the corner..."

-JP-
"Forget that Mike...Look what Halo is trying to do!"

Back in the ring, Halo, after beating on Brian Lee for a few minutes, lifts him to a vertical base and attempts to suplex him...

-JP-
"He cant lift him up...he cant get him off the ground!"...

-MM-
"Well they have been in there a while...some of them arnt used to being in such an extreme inv...oh wait whats going on?...HellStorm has given up on Mortition and is helping Halo with Brian Lee. It looks like a DOUBLE SUPLEX!!! If they hit this, Lee is gonna be in alot of pain!"

As HellStorm an Halo lift Brian Lee into the air, the crowd erupt with what is about to happen...

-MM-
"HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS...they just suplexed him straight out of the ring!!!"
-JP-
"That was Mad, Did you see the way his head bounced of the floor like that...unreal! He Dosent seem to be moving very well down there..."


ELIMINATED - BRIAN LEE


As EMT's rush down the ringside, back in the ring, Halo turns to HellStorm. After a brief staredown, Halo Offers him his hand as a token an alliance. As the crowd start to boo, HellStorm shakes Halo's hand. But as Halo turned round, Hellstorm grabs both his arms from behind...and hits him with....

-MM-
"UNPRETTIER! HELLSTORM JUST DROVE HIS HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!"
-JP-
"Thats what you get for turning your back in a 10 man battle royal Mike..."

Back in ring Jacob Slade, his back to the turnbuckle is charged by Ryder Jackson, who hits him with a big splash. As Jacob Slade wobbles in the corner...Ryder Jackson attempts to hit another. Only this time Slade moves out the way. As Jackson stumbles back out from the turnbuckle. and leans against the ropes, Slade hits him with a running clothesline, knocking him clean over the top rope...

-MM-
"WoW...Slade hit him with such force he went straight over the top rope! Were down to 8!!"


ELIMINATED - RYDER JACKSON


As Slade turns his attention to Crypted, who is already being kicked around by Red Hook, Dallas Bishop scoops up HellStorm and hits him with a Body Slam. As he lifts him to a Vertical base and whips him into the corner, he attempts to follow it up with a Clothes line but is met by the boot of HellStorm. As he hits the deck, Hellstorm shakes himself off and takes a look at Halo, who has now rolled out of the ring after being hit with an Unprettier...

In the opposite corner, Hedge McCoy whippes The Mortition into the ropes. Mortition Reverses it. As McCoy comes back off the ropes, Mortition lifts up his boot. McCoy slides underneath and as Mortition turns round McCoy hits him with a DeathRow Plunge, And then procceds to to toss him over the top rope...

-JP-
"WOW! that plunge MUST have hurt...because McCoy just threw him out the ring like a RagDoll!"

-MM-
"Thats game over for Mortition..no title shot just yet for him..."


ELIMINATED - The MORTITION


Now on the ropes, Cryptid is inches away from being eliminated by red hook...but Red Hook just cant quite get him over. As he gives up, Cryptid starts to fight back, hitting him with a few quick jabs to the face. As quickly as Cryptid started, he's finished as Hook regains his composer and delivers a Knee to his midsection. As Cryptid goes down on 1 knee, Red Hook points to the crowd and starts to pose. After hearing a few boo's, he bring Cryptid back to his feet, hits him with a few left hands and takes off across the ring. As he comes back of the rope he swings for Cryptid. Unfortuantly for Red Hook, Cryptid see's him coming and hits the deck...Red Hooks momentem carrying him over the top rope...

-MM-
"Quick thinking there from Cryptid JP...Mabye Hook shoud'nt have spent to much time posing and more time fighting!"-JP-
"Thats what you get for being a smart guy...were down to 6. And it looks like it might 5 in a matter of seconds!"

ELIMINATED - RED HOOK


As McCoy attempts to push Slade over the Top rope, he dosent see Dallas Bishop sneak up behind him. In one quick movement, Dallas lifts him over the Top Rope, Slade rolling to saftey....

-JP-
"Thats it!! Hedge M..."

-MM-
"WAIT A MINUTE! He's still hanging on...his feet havent touched the ground!...TURN AROUND DALLAS!! FINISH THE JOB!!"

As Dallas, now by the ropes on the other side of the ring, raises his hands to the crowd...McCoy pulls himself to saftey. As he climbs back into the ring and stands up, he points to Dallas...who still has his back to him, takes a run up and drop kicks him...straight over the top rope!

-JP-
"Dallas is going to be Gutted...but slackness is no excuse..."


ELIMINATED - DALLAS BISHOP


-MM-
"Speaking of Slackness, Hellstorm better watch himself...he's sitting on that top rope...with Cryptid underneath him!"

As Cryptid tries to get out HellStorm...He lands a couple of punches to his face. HellStorm sits on the Top rope...eyes closed and looking like he had seven types of cow dung beaten into him, Cryptid backs off. Hey Raises his finger to the crowd and jumps into air in front of HellStorm...

SMACK!!!

-MM-
"Holy Cow...his just connected with a flying round house kick!! That was amazing! What athleticism!"

-JP-
"Its not over yet! I dont think HellStorm knows where he is!"
As HellStorms body sways one way, then the other, Criptid takes his opportunity and connects with a stiff right hand, knocking Hellstorm off the top turnbuckle and to the floor below.


ELIMINATED - TOM HELLSTORM


Before he's even hit the deck, Criptid turns to Hedge McCoy and Slade who are trading blows on the otherside of the ring... Has grabs both there heads and bangs them together. Both men hit the deck and roll out the ring to the outside...

-MM-
"Cryptid's on FIRE!!! he's just clearing the ring in a matter of seconds!!!"
-JP-
"Oh dear whats he doing now...he goes to the outside. What's he looking for? Oh dear..."

-MM-
"ITS ABOUT TO GET HARDCORE FOLKS!"

As McCoy and Slade lay on the outside, Cryptid pulls two tables from under the ring. As he tosses him into the ring, he looks for his nearest victim... Halo. Halo, who has been laying outside the ring most of the match after being hit with an unprettier earlier in the fight, is picked up Cryptid and tossed into the ring. Cryptid follows him in. He picks Halo up to a vertical base before dropping him back down with a DDT...

-MM-
"Its not Halo's day today is it!"

Cryptid sets up both tables next to each other...before pulling out a bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches from his pants. As he lights the tables the crowd go mental as he picks up Halo and throws him on the tables...

-JP-
"Thats gotta be Hot!.."-MM-
"Then again Halo could proberly but out the flames...cause he's out COLD..."-JP-
"Non the less, this could be night night for Halo..."Cryptid makes his way to the top rope and signals for "Fire Cryptid Splash"

From nowhere out of the crowd appears Red Hook, brandashing a steel chair. He hops the security railing, climbs onto the apron...and before Cryptid can launch onto the tables below, he nails him in the face with the steel chair, causing Cryptid to hit the mat below...

-MM-
"OMG CRYPTID's OUT!!! Red Hook nailed him with the steel chair!"

-JP-
"But red hooks not in the match!"

-MM-
"Dosent matter, he went over the top rope! Red Hooks Just got him back for knocking him out! Just 3 MEN REMAIN!

ELIMINATED - CRYPTID


As Halo roles his badly burnt body off the flaming tables, he crawls towards the corner and collapses. Meanwhile, unaware of whats going on, Slade roles into the ring to see two tables on fire and Halo laying in the corner. As he raises his hands signifying victory...he fails to see Hedge McCoy sneak up behind him. He grabs the back of his neck and hit a snap neckbreaker. With the tables still alight, hedge McCoy picks him up and places his head between his legs...

-MM-
"OMG!, He's gonna powerbomb him right threw the tables!...

-JP-
"umm...I dont think thats what he's got in mind..."

As McCoy lifts up Slade, he walks him past the tables and attempts to powerbomb him over the top rope. Slade fights his way out of it and takes off towards the ropes. As he comes back he goes for a cross body slam but McCoy catches him...before lifting him up into a Gorilla Press slam postions. After holding him for a few seconds, he hurls him over the top rope...


ELIMINTATION - SLADE


-MM-
"Were down to the final 2!... the winner must pin his opponant to win a Title Shot!"

As McCoy taunts Slade from the ring...the crowd cheer as Halo slowly makes his way to his feet, his body, covered in blisters and burn marks. In pain, he dosent seem to know where he is as an announcement is made.

-Announcer-
"Ladies and Gentelmen...we have our last two remaining competitors..."
As McCoy here's this he turns to face Halo. As the two square off, Halo is the first to throw a punch. They trade for a few seconds before McCoy gets the upper hand. He lands a Kick to the stomach and sets up Halo..

-MM-
"This could be it...we could have a winner!...

And it is...after signaling to the crowd he hits Halo with "Deathrow Plunges". Straight threw the burning tables below. As the flames start to die...McCoy rolls Halo off the table and goes for the pin. One of the ref's from the outside slide in and begin to count.

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-JP-
"Thats it...ITS ALL OVER. We have a winner...ITS HEDGE McCOY!!!

As EMT's enter the ring to attend to Halo...the ref raises McCoy's hand in the air to proclaim him the winner....


TIME- 43 minutes 34 Seconds

WINNNER BY PINFALL - HEDGE McCOY!!

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Ace and Blackjack)

The camera fades in to see Lee Thompson standing in front of a Bloody Hell backdrop. He is wearing a nice tuxedo, definitely signifying the importance of HWS’s first pay-per-view. He pulls the microphone close to his mouth and begins to speak…

Lee Thompson: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Lee Thompson, and my guests at this time are one of the favorites in the Tag Team Title Match later tonight. Ace and Blackjack; The High Rollers.

The camera pulls back to reveal Ace and Blackjack standing next to Lee. The both flash a slight cocky grin.

Lee Thompson: Ace…Blackjack…In just a few short minutes you two face the biggest test in your HWS career. You will take on not only The Warriors, but also your hated rivals, The Death’s Disciples. Can you give us some thoughts on what we can expect from the High Rollers tonight?

Ace: I’ll tell you what you can expect. After our brutal training sessions this week, we have some bent up rage and aggression that we need to release. When we step into the ring, everyone will see a side of the High Rollers that they have never witnessed.

Blackjack: Tonight we will give new meaning to the word hardcore. Warriors…Disciples…Tonight you two teams better be ready to feel the wrath of God! We want those tag team titles and we will stop at nothing to get them!

Lee Thompson: Oh My! You two sound like you mean business. There is one thing to factor in this match that you two haven’t mentioned. And that’s the New Church. Do you think they will come into play at all in this match?

Ace: I’ll be honest. I don’t think they will be a factor. But if they do decide to show up at ringside, may God have mercy on their souls.

Blackjack: I think what my brother is saying is this. We are the best team in this company and we will prove it when we beat both teams and take the belts.

Lee Thompson: Alright guys. One last question. Both you and the Disciples have seemed to almost forget about the other team in this match. The Warriors. Do you guys not think this may come back and bite you in the rear?

Ace and Blackjack both look disgusted at the mention of the Warriors.

Ace: Uuuuuhhhhh. The Warriors. That name sounds familiar, but I just can’t seem to remember…Oh Yeah! Isn’t that the team that we beat a couple of weeks ago when I dropped Max on his head?

Blackjack: Yeah. And how long has it been since anyone has heard anything from them? I mean the last time we heard anything from them was the awful shilling for Warriorstube.com. Oh yeah! And that other thing.

Ace: It’s been all fun and games up until now. We know how crazy and unpredictable they can be. So we haven’t overlooked them. And we are not going to take them lightly.

Lee Thompson: Alright. Well that about wraps things up from here. Any last thoughts or comments?

Ace: Only this. Disciples…Warriors…All four of you are welcomed to step up to the table and try your luck. But don’t be surprised when every single one of you roll…

High Rollers: SNAKEEYES!!!!

Ace and Blackjack give each other knucks and exit the interview area.

Lee Thompson: Well there you have it folks from one third of the participants in the HWS Tag Team Title match. Ace and Blackjack…The High Rollers! Mike McCardle…John Prior…Back to you guys!

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Fred X)

Bob Simmons: This match is a tag team elimination match and is for the tag team titles!

''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.

Bob Simmons: Introducing first. At a combined weight of 543lbs. Its the High Rollers!

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. They start warming up for the match and wait for the next entrants.

"Cum on Feel the Noize" by Quiet Riot plays as Max and Mick Warrior walk out. Pausing at the top of the ramp Max kneels down arms drooping at an angle outwards towards the floor at either side and Mike bows his head. After about 3 seconds the light flash brightly for a second before returning to normal, just as Max jumps up in the air and Mike returns to normal and they both walk down the ramp, both with their trademark canes at hand.

Bob Simmons: Entering the ring. At a combined weight of 480lbs. Its the Warriors!

They pauses at the edge of the ring and raise their arms in the air, still clutching the canes. They then slides into the ring and climbs 2 opposite ring posts, raising their arms at each, and then jumping back off. They then set their canes, jackets and hats in the corner. They stare at the High Rollers, who
haven't moved, and both teams await the final opponents.

The lights go out and the arena is filled with green spot lights circling around. A strobe spot light hits the entrance way and two men come out in black hooded unzipped sweat shirts with the hoods up covering their heads. They make their way to the ring.

Bob Simmons: And finally, entering the ring. At a combined weight of 475lbs. Its the Death Disciples!

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, staring down at his competition.

Mike McCardle: What a match we have here now. The winner of this match will be crowned the first ever HWS tag team champions but its not gonna be easy!

John Prior: That's right, we've got three teams in the ring right now, and every one of them want those belts. It is gonna be a great match, that much is sure.

DING DING DING!

The match kicks off with Ace, Sinn and Max Warrior all in the ring, with their partners on the outside. The three circle each other and Ace and Max turn on Sinn and corner him into the turnbuckle. Ace kicks him in the gut and Max hits a fearsome punch to the jaw and Sinn falls to his feet. Ace and Max begin stomping away at Sinn but Sinn grabs both of their legs and pushes them away. He gets up and stares deeply at the other two and Ace and Max look slightly worried. Sinn then charges at them and hits a double clothesline which takes them both out and Sinn stands in the centre of the ring, holding his arms high.

McCardle: Wow, Ace and Warrior tried to team up on Sinn but Sinn still has the better of them.

Prior: Sinn is one hell of a tough guy though, I'd expect that really.

Sinn goes over to Ace and picks him of the ground. He then throws him over to the corner. He does the same to Max but in the other corner. Sinn then charges at Ace and hits a massive splash and does the same to Max, and it takes them both out. Sinn drags Max over to Saint and tags him in. He holds Max's arm up and Saint kicks him in the ribs. Saint then goes over to Ace and tries to pick him up but Ace pushes him away with his legs and Ace then runs over to Saint and hits a clothesline. He picks up Saint and calls over to Max to come and help him, and together they hit a double suplex. They then stare at each other and start attacking each other, with lefts and rights.

McCardle: Now they're against each other!

Prior: We have a match on our hands now.

Max throws Ace over to the ropes and hits a elbow smash on Ace's return. He goes for a quick pin. 1, Kick out by Ace. Max looks slightly surprised by Ace's quick kickout and decides to go for the tag, and Blackjack comes in. Blackjack walks over to Max and punches him several times in the face. He then picks him up and does a scoop slam. Suddenly Saint comes up from behind Blackjack and hits a dropkick to the back of his head, sending Blackjack on top of Max. Saint picks up Blackjack and throws him out of the ring. Saint then prepares to hit a suicide dive but meanwhile, Max has tagged in Mick and Mick clotheslines Saint to the outside as well. Mick then waits for Blackjack and Saint to stand up and he vaults over the top rope and takes both people down.

McCardle: What a move there by Mick!

Prior: Jesus, that must of hurt!

Saint throws them both into the ring again and pins Blackjack. 1,2 kickout by Blackjack. Suddenly Mick rushes towards both men, but Saint and Blackjack suddenly get a surge of strength, and the two get up and using their combined strength, send Mick flying backwards. Right away, Blackjack turns to Saint with a forearm to his jaw. Saint turns to counter, but Blackjack keeps continuing to throw stiff forearms. Saint swings a punch aimed for Blackjack's head, but he ducks before striking with another forearm. This continues for a little bit and more Blackjack whips Saint into the ropes, but before he can do anything else, Mick suddenly sweeps Blackjack's legs out from under him. Saint comes running back, and Mick hits him with a clothesline and the impact of the move can be heard by all of the fans. Mick turns to cover, but before the ref can even count one, Blackjack pulls Mick off of Saint by his feet and tosses him out of the ring under the bottom rope. Saint is then met by a massive side effect but Saint manages to get some of Blackjack and both of there necks smash onto the hard floor. Meanwhile in the ring, all hell is breaking loose. Sinn is exchanging fists with Max, and Ace with Mick. Both of the warriors take down their opponents and they look at each other for a split second and know what to do. Max throws Sinn out of the ring and Sinn hits the other two who are on the ouside, and the three lie there. Then, Mick Lifts Ace onto the top rope and he puts him on his shoulders. Max then climbs up the turnbuckle and hits the Double Warrior DDT! and Ace looks like he's been knocked out. Max goes for the pin. 1,2,2.8 but Blackjack just manages to get his to Max and break the count.

McCardle: How close was the Warriors from being eliminated from this match.

Prior: About a millisecond mate, it doesn't get closer than that.

Suddenly, Blackjack steps up a gear and takes out both of the warriors with STO's and helps Ace up to his feet. Ace looks dazed and can hardly stand up. Blackjack picks up Mick and suplexes him out of the ring and Mick lands on his neck!

McCardle: OH MY GOD!

Prior: I think he's dead!

Ace and Blackjack are now alone in the ring with Max and they signal for the end and Blackjack lifts Max into the electric chair position and as he drops him, Ace hits a sit-down facebuster and Max looks pretty much out.

McCardle: That was the High Card!!

Prior: That has got to be it for the warriors.

Ace covers Max. 1,2.... 3!!!

McCardle: Ace and Blackjack have eliminated the Warriors!

The high rollers get to their feet and stare down at the Death Disciples, who climb into the ring. There is a close up stare off but Sinn is the first to attack as he takes down Blackjack with a shoulder block. Ace and Saint start smashing each other in the face too. Ace gets taken down by Saint and he hits a quick leg drop onto Ace. The ref has lost all control on the match now and everyone is just pummelling away at each other. Blackjack gets DDT'd by Sinn and both the Deaths Disciples stand over there opposites. Sinn then picks up Ace and holds him steady and waits for Saint to come over. Sinn charges at Ace but Ace manages to wriggle free of Saints grip and Sinn crashes into his own teammate. Ace and Blackjack are now the only men standing and they decide to target one man, so they go for Saint. Ace picks him up and they hit a double DDT on him. Then Blackjack rolls Saint out of the ring, so he isn't interfering, and they go towards Sinn. Blackjack picks him up and this time, the high rollers go for the Royal flush and they connect. Ace covers Sinn. 1...2... 2.98 but a kickout by Sinn and Ace and Blackjack look on in disbelief.

McCardle: How did Sinn kickout of that? That should've knocked him out.

Prior: Remember, these two aren't normal people, they're the Deaths Disciples!

Meanwhile, Saint has got back in the ring and he clobbers Ace on the back of the head with a double axe handle and Ace slumps onto the ground. Blackjack then gets taken out by Saint with a spear and it looks grim for the high rollers. Saint covers Blackjack. 1...2... Kickout by Blackjack.

McCardle: No-one will give up. This is insane!

Prior: How these men still standing, let alone fighting? Its beyond me.

McCardle: Me too mate, me too.

Sinn and Saint stand side by side, and wait for Ace and Blackjack to stand up. Once they have, they both clothesline one of them and send the High rollers to the outside. Then they both hit flying crossbody's, to the same person that they clotheslined, with perfect timing. All four remaining men are now on the outside, with both the deaths Disciples standing. They both have an evil look in there eyes and Sinn goes over to the announcers table. He takes off the top part and takes off the mini-computers and then rolls Blackjack onto it and Saint climbs into the ring and to the top rope. As he is doing this though, Ace runs into the ring and powerbombs him down, wiping Saint out. He then climbs to the top rope himself. Blackjack stirs slightly and see's that Sinn has his back turned, so he hits stands up and kicks Sinn straight to the side of the temple. He gets off the table, puts Sinn on it and the stage is set. Ace prepares himself to jump, and Blackjack encourages him.

McCardle: He isn't gonna jump is he!

Prior: OH BABY. This is going to be sweet. Jump dammit!

Blackjack punches Sinn in the face just to be certain that he won't move, and Ace jumps. He hits an elbow drop and Sinn has his ribs almost broken in half. Ace is also down and the only man standing is Blackjack. Without another second to waste, he grabs Sinn's lifeless body and carries it to the ring. He rolls it in and looks at the ref angrily as if to say 'Just end this match'. The ref nods and Blackjack covers Sinn. 1....2........ 3!!! The match ends.

DING DING DING!!

Bob Simmons: Here are your winners and the new tag team champions - The High Rollers!!!

The crowd roar with cheers and Blackjack is given the two belts. He walks over to Ace, who isn't moving and just puts the belt on his body. Suddenly the smoke machine begins to cover the entrance as "Tom Sawyer" begins to play over the PA as Earl Swisher runs through the smoke. He looks happy and walks down to congratulate his fellow High Rollers. He picks up Ace and the three of them and the two belts walk off and out of sight.

McCardle: What a match that was! And what a show of true friendship.

Prior: Who cares about that? The only thing any one was interested in was the match. And what a match it was.

McCardle: It was truly amazing. Join us after the break.

END MATCH

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Suicide)



Suicide Promo

Suicide is getting ready for his match in the backstage area. He is approached by Billy Russell for an interview.

Billy: Hey Suicide, I know your match is next, but id like to have a quick interview before you go out to face Ear Swisher for the...

Suicide snatches the mic from Billys hands and speaks.

Suicide(angry/serious tone): Ive been waiting for this match all weekend long. Swisher is a brave man to not back down from me. He says im not a monster because im 7 feet tall. He says hes gonna shut me up for good. Well let me tell you something Billy.

Suicide looks at Billy as he speaks.

Suicide(angry/serious tone): Tonight in my match, its gonna be a straight out fight. And when its all said and done, when Swish is finally taken down by a Suicidal Bomb...An ATOMIC Suicidal Bomb, my first one in HWS, hes gonna see why I am a monster. And next time, he will know not to step into the ring with the monster that is Suicide!

Suicide pushes the mic into Billy and he heads to the ring for his first HWS title match.

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: Ace)

Bob Simmons: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the HWS Television Title!

'Hate Me Now' by Nas kicks in and Suicide heads for the ring.

Bob Simmons: Introducing first....making his way to the ring... From Chicago... He stands 7’4” tall…and weighs in at 450lbs......SUICIDE!

He enters the ring and raises his fists high into the air.

Bob Simmons: And his opponent…

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.

Bob Simmons: From Ozone, New York…weighing 225lbs…Earl Swisher!

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 slides into the ring. He runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it, holding his hands up as the fans embrace the icon. He climbs back down and warms up.

Mike McCardle: Both men are face to face waiting for the bell!

John Prior: More like face to chest! Talk about your modern day David vs Goliath.

The ref calls for the bell to start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Suicide charges, but Earl sidesteps and Suicide crashes into the turn buckle. He turns around and is met with some jabs from Earl. Suicide pushes Earl away. He comes right back to Suicide with two more jabs. Suicide is getting angrier with each jab. He hits Earl with a headbutt, and then scoops him up for a bodyslam. He tosses Earl across the ring. Earl is up slow and Suicide connects with a vicious clothesline. Suicide runs off the ropes and drops an elbow, but Earl moves. Earl goes to the apron and springboards to the top rope and lands a flying legdrop. He goes for the cover. 1…Kickout. Earl is up waiting on Suicide. Suicide is up to one knee and Earl connects with a shining wizard. He goes for another one and Suicide blocks it and grabs Earl around the throat. He lifts him up and drops him with a chokeslam. Suicide places one foot on Earl’s chest. 1…2…Kickout. Suicide picks Earl up and whips him off the ropes. Suicide goes for a clothesline, but Earl ducks it. Earl bounces off the ropes and goes a flying body press. Suicide just catches him and powerslams him down. 1…2…kickout. Suicide waits for Earl to get up and locks him a bear hug. Earl is fighting it. Punching Suicide in the face over and over, but Suicide won’t let go. Earl finally starts to fade…

Mike McCardle: The ref raises Earl’s right hand. I think he’s out.

The ref let’s go and his arm drops. The ref raises it again, and once again it drops. The ref raises his arm for a third time. You can hear the crowd chanting for Earl to fight it. The ref let’s go and Earl somehow holds his arm up

John Prior: He’s still in this thing!

Earl bites Suicide on the bridge of the nose. This finally makes him break the hold. Earl hits a dropkick and Suicide staggers back. Earl hits another dropkick and Suicide is now close to the ropes. Earl hits the Jawdropper and Suicide falls through the ropes to the outside. Earl goes for a baseball slide and turns it into a spinning headscissors. Suicide goes into the stairs, shoulder first. Earl rolls back into the ring. Suicide slowly makes it into the ring. Earl kicks him in the gut and hits a big DDT. 1…2…Kickout. Both men back up. Earl goes for the Straight Swish Clothesling, but he just bounces off of Suicide. Suicide then goes a splash followed by a pin. 1…2…Kickout. Suicide picks Earl up and whips him to the corner. He charges after Earl and crushes him in the corner with a clothesline. Suicide hits Earl with two knife edge chops, and drags him out of the corner. Suicide lifts Earl up and suplexes him. He goes for the pin. 1…2…Kickout.

Mike McCardle: Earl barely got his shoulder up!!!

John Prior: I don’t know how he’s lasted this long against Suicide?!?!?!

Suicide is getting frustrated. He goes to the outside and grabs a chair. He gets back in and lays the chair down in the middle of the ring. Suicide picks up Earl and signals that it’s over. He goes for a Suicidal Bomb on the chair, but Earl tries to reverse it into a hurricanrana. Suicide won’t budge. He lifts Earl back up, and Earl grabs the chair. Earl cracks Suicide in the head with the chair and he falls back with Earl on top of him. 1…2…2.9. Kickout. Blood starts to trickle down the forehead of Suicide. Earl climbs to the top rope and hits Suicide with a frog splash. He waits for Suicide to get back up. He grabs Suicide’s arm and pulls him down to the mat and locks in a crossface. Earl really wrenches back to apply pressure. His face is turning all shades of red. Suicide won’t quit. Suicide gets up to his knees and then stands up. Earl still has the crossface locked in. Suicide drops Earl with a sidewalk slam. Both men are down. The ref starts the count.1……2……3……4……5……6……7……8…….9.

Mike McCardle: Both men are back up just in time!

Suicide grabs the chair and takes a swing. Earl ducks and kicks the chair in his face. Earl runs off the ropes and Suicide hits him with a bigboot. Suicide goes to the outside and gets a table from under the ring. He slides the table in and rolls back into the ring. Earl grabs the chair and smashes Suicide in the face. Suicide staggers back and Earl tries for another chair shot, but Suicide grabs the chair. He kicks Earl in the gut and cracks him in the head with the chair. Earl is starting to bleed. Suicide picks up the table and sets it up in the corner. He lays Earl against the table and attempts a running splash. Earl moves and Suicide slams into the table. Amazingly, it doesn’t break. Suicide turns around and Earl connects with a spear that sends them both crashing through the table.

John Prior: Spear through the table! Both men are down!

With both men down, the ref begins a count. 1…...2……3……4……5. Earl drapes his arm over Suicide’s chest.

Mike McCardle: Earl is going for the pin! 1……2……3 It’s over! No! Suicide got his foot on the bottom rope!

Both men are back up slowly. Both of them are now sporting a crimson mask. Earl with a big right hand. Suicide returns the favor. They both trade blows and Earl finally starts to gain an advantage. Earl runs off the ropes. Suicide catches him with a boot in the gut. Suicidal Bomb!

John Prior: Suicidal Bomb right in the middle of the ring! It’s got to be over! No, wait! What’s this?!?! Suicide isn’t going for the pin!

Suicide goes to the outside and grabs another table from under the ring. He sets it up on the outside. He also grabs some gasoline and a match, and lights the table on fire. Suicide rolls back into the ring and picks up Earl. He brings him over to the ropes and chokes him. He wraps both hands around Earl’s throat and lifts him up. Suicide attempts a double handed chokebomb to the outside through the flaming table. Earl starts to fight back with some kicks to the head. Suicide keeps him until Earl kicks him in the throat. This causes Suicide to drop him. Suicide stumbles to the corner and Earl follows. Earl climbs to the second rope and grabs Suicide. Earl tries for a tornado DDT but Suicide tosses him to the center of the ring. Suicide charges and Earl gets him with a drop toe hold. Suicide falls onto the middle rope. Earl climbs to the top rope, and goes for a leg drop. He connects with the back of Suicide’s head and both men fall to the floor. Both men are very slowly getting up and get on the apron. Somehow, Earl manages to lift Suicide to the top turnbuckle. Earl climbs to the second turnbuckle. He tries to suplex Suicide onto the flaming table below. After two tries, Suicide punches him in the gut and hits him with an Atomic Suicidal Bomb, sending both men crashing through the flaming table to the concrete. The crowd breaks into a Holy S*** chant. The ref checks with both men.

John Prior: Holy S*** is right!!! I think they’re dead!!!

Mike McCardle: We might need some help out here?!?!?! Wait a second!!! I can’t believe this!!! It looks like both men want to continue!!!

They are both conscious enough to tell the ref they want to continue. Finally, Suicide starts to get up. He grabs Earl and rolls him into the ring. Suicide rolls back into the ring and grabs the chair. He lays it in the middle of the ring. Suicide picks up Earl. Earl breaks free and hits Suicide in the mouth with the Jawdropper. Suicide falls to one knee, and Earl picks up the chair. He smashes Suicide in the face with the Straight Swish Clothesline with a chair. Suicide slowly falls to his back.

Mike McCardle: Earl nails him with the Straight Swish Clothesline while holding a chair!!! He goes for the pin!!!1……2……3! It’s Over!!!

John Prior: David just slayed Goliath and won the TV Title!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Bob Simmons: Ladies and gentlemen…The winner of this contest…and neeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww HWS Television Champion...Earl Swisher!!!

The ref hands Earl the title. He raises the title above his head. Ace and Blackjack come down to the ring and lift Earl on their shoulders. The crowd is going crazy chanting for Earl. They exit the ring clapping hands with the fans on the way to the entrance curtain. Ace and Blackjack both point to Earl and he raises the title above his head one more time to a chorus of cheers.

[Scott Leland]

(Credit: McCoy)

The scene opens to the backstage area at the Bloody Hell pay per view event; there in the corridor stands a man with his back to the camera, what we can see of him is that he is large in stature, easily standing around the 6’9” mark. The unknown man is dressed in a black set of jeans that hang over a set of heavy black boots; his shirt is also black, sleeveless and looks slightly worn with fraying around where the sleeves once were. His hair is long and black and hangs loosely behind his head. As the camera watches on we can hear a whispered muttering, we can’t quite hear what is being said but no doubt it is coming from this monster of a man. A couple of the HWS officials walk into the scene and share a confused glance at one and other before one of them approaches the big man and slaps him on the shoulder.

HWS Official: Hey buddy, only authorized personnel are allowed back here, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

The unknown man doesn’t pay the official the slightest bit of attention and begins to noticeably while the whispered mumbling coming from him, while still inaudible, has become slightly louder and more intense. The official becomes slightly agitated by the lack of response and slaps the big guy on the shoulder a second time with a little more authority.

Official: Hey! Didn’t you hear me? Move your ass out of here.

The big time spins around in rapid movement to reveal his face which is covered by a mask that resembles a skull in style and shape with a glossy metallic silver finish, his eyes can been see through the sockets of the mask and they are burning with pure rage, his whispered mumbling has now been replaced by heavy and intense breathing as he stares done at the startled official who is frozen on the spot in fear. The official tries to desperately to say something to calm down the monstrous mask man but only stammers out a fear filled mess of words. Finally the masked guy screams out in primal fury before wrapping his hand around the throat of the official, hoisting him up into the air and then chokeslamming him through a nearby table that sends a coffee machine and Styrofoam cups flying in all directions. The second official backs away slowly as the big guy stands over his fallen prey, as he looks down at twitching official his breathing slows down to a normal pace and the burning rage in his eyes fades out to a look of confusion. The masked guy runs his hands through his long hair in an agitated manner as he taken in everything around him.

Masked Man: Oh no…it’s happening again…it’s…not my…fault.

The masked guy’s breathing intensifies again but differently from before, instead of being filled with rage it now fear and confusion. The big guy slowly backs away before stumbling to the floor, he presses himself against the wall and curls himself up into a ball and begins to rock back and forth violently and begins muttering to himself again.

Masked Man: Not my fault…he made me do it…not my fault…

A group of medical staff approach the fallen official while keeping a tentative eye on the obviously disturbed masked man. Hedge McCoy, handcuffed and chained, and his guard walk into the scene to survey the damage that had been done by the big guy rocking back and forth in an agitated state. A look of concern wastes over Hedge’s face as he heads towards the big guy with the mask.

Hedge: What the hell did you do Lucien?

Lucien: Wasn’t me…he did it and left me here to take the blame…not my fault…

Hedge: Come on, time to go.

Hedge helps the big man, who we now know is named Lucien, up to his feet, Lucien in turn wraps his arms over Hedge’s shoulders like an infant seeking protection from the outside world as the pair as well as the guard shuffle off away from the carnage left in the corridor.

[Scott Leland]

Simmons: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the HWS World Championship!

Lights turn off and the sound of an organ can be heard throughout the arena, Oblivion steps out onto the stage and the lights turn on but stay very dim, after waiting several seconds Oblivion makes his way to the ring.

Simmons: First, making his way to the ring, From Parts Unknown....He is OBLIVION!

"Sandstorm" by Durude hits. As The Music 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: And his opponent, from London, England... He is J TWIST!

They begin to circle around the ring.

Mike: The moment we have all been waiting for!

John: The main event of the evening! World Title on the line!

They lock up, and then push each other away. The circle around each other, and lockup again.J Twist pushes Oblvion into a corner, and Oblivion raises his hands. The ref pushes Twist away. Oblivion takes advantage and pokes Twist's eyes. Now the ref yells at him. But Oblivion just pushes him aside and lays a few punches to the skull of Twist. Twist blocks a fitfth punch and delivers rights of his own, backing Oblivion back into the corner.

Mike: Back into the corner, eh. Lets see something interesting.

John: It just got started!

Twist lifts Oblvion up onto the top rop. And punches him a few more times. He climbs up with him and hits a wicked superplex.

John: Wow! Hows that for ya?

Mike: hm...Not enough..

John: Oh shut up.

Twist gets up and lays some stomps onto Oblivion. Oblivion slowly gets up, and begins fighting back, and the crowd boos. He knocks Twist back a bit and bouncesoff the ropes, when he comes back he tries for a big boot but Twist hits a flying forearm, the crowd cheers. Twist rolls out of the ring and asks a fan what weapon he wants to see Twist use, he says screwdriver! So Twist grabs one and slides into the ring. He raises it into the air, and the crowd goes crazy.

Mike: Now this is what I want to see.

Oblivion is up now, and kicks Twist in the gut, the screwdriver falls to the ground, and Oblivion nails a powerbomb to Twist. The crowd boos, and Oblivion starts laying some mounted punches onto Twist. The ref gets Obliviion off of Twist, but Oblivion doesnt seem happy, so he punches the ref right in the head, which knocks him down to the ground. He grabs the screwdriver and goes to stab Twist in the forehead, but Twist stops it.

Mike:Holy son of a.... That was close!

John: This is going to get sick real quickly.

They get up to a vertical position, and Twist kicks Oblivion in the stomach and grabs the screwdriver, he charges at Oblivion and catches him square on the forehead. Oblivion is knocked down,Twist is laughing, and exits the ring.

Mike: Did he realize that Oblivion has a mask and it wont hurt him?

John: I think so, cause...well....look what he has!

Barbe wire! Twist throws it into the ring, followed by a table. He gets in and sets the table up. Oblivion is up now and throws a forearm into Twists back, Twist turns around and is met with a Chokeslam onto the mat. Oblivion stares maniacly at the barbed wire. He picks it up and walks to the table and begins to wrap the barbed wire around it. He locks Twist into a chin lock, slowly draining his energy.

Mike: Looks like Oblivion wants to get all of the stamina out of Twist before he kills him.

John: Wow, he's like a boa...

Mike: Weird look at it but okay....

Oblivion lets go and exits the ring, he strips aprart the announcers table, and drags Twist of of the ring. He pulls him over to the table and gets him in position for the Darkness Spike. The crowd is booing. He goes for it but Twist counters it into a DDT and the two crash through the table. The crowd cheers like crazy and is on their feet.

Mike: This is getting hardcore!

John: Duh Mike, it is suppose to be hardcore!

Twist grabs gas and lighter from under the ring. The crowd is going insane chanting "Fucking awesome! Clap clap clap-clap-cla Fucking awesome! Clap clap clap-clap-clap'

He gets into the ring and pour gasoline on the table, and goes to light it on fire. But Lynch appears in the crowd, and it catches Twist's eye. He drops the lighter and walks over to the ropes. Oblivion slowly crawls into the ring, and grabs the lighter. He lights the table on fire, this frightens Twist and makes him turn around. Oblivion lifts him up and hits a flapjack. Twist crashes through the table, Oblivion pins him.......1.............2..............3!

Simmons: Here is your winner and the very first HWS World Champion......OBLIVION!

Oblivion grabs onto the belt and holds it high into the air. Lynch is laughing, the crowd is booing, and medics are tending to Twist.

Mike: What a way to end the PPV! Oblivion has been crowned the first ever World Champion! This is ground breaking!

John: Now lets see how long he can hold onto it!

Mike: I would love to see Twist versus Oblivion 2 next month.

John: I wouldnt mind.

Mike: Well, that is all the time we have! Tune in next week to Sacrifice!

John: Later!