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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:20:00 GMT -5
"Plush" by Stone Temple Pilots hits. Pyro goes off like crazy... A clip from a few weeks back airs............. Matthew and Julio get up, and trade blows, Matt gets the upperhand, and lays Julio onto the table. Cryptid shoves Chaz off of the top, and he lands ontop of Jacobs. He then stands on the top of the cage. The crowd is going nuts.
Mike: I dont think I should look!
John: He is gonna do it! Finally! THE CRYPTID SPLASH!
Cryptid jumps off of the cage, and lands ontop of Julio, they crash through the table.
John: THE CRYPTID SPLASH!
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Chaz gets up and leans against the opposing wall, blood pouring down his face. He charges at the group and hits his own avalanch splash, and the cage cant hold the weight of the four men.
Mike: Ohhhh shit!
The cage wall breaks from the others, and tips over. It crashes down to the concrete with a loud smack. The men tumble onto the ramp, and one even into the audience.
John: OH MY GOD!
Mike: Who one?? Who one?
The crowd is chanting "Holy Shit" again. The refs begin to argue.
Mike: It was Cryptid! Cryptid won!
John: No! It was Julio you dumbnuts!
Mike: Come on.... this will never be resolved....
Finally, the refs go over to the announcer and tell them who won.
Simmons: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the bout and the new number one contender for the World Championship is.......
The crowd gos silent............
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Simmons: ...........CRYPTID!
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Mike: Cryptid earned the right to fight Oblivion tonight for the World Title. John:Cryptid thought he was screwed out of a Battle Royal for the number one contender spot for the TV title, and went on a rampage. He planned on destroying anything in sight until he got a title shot. Mike: Thats right. He attacked Julio and even caught our ring on fire! John: Everyone has been waiting for this night.... and it is finally here! The madness has begun! |
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:27:41 GMT -5
Credit: Oblivion
"Great Apes" by the Fatal Flying Guillotines hits the cheap speakers and Chip Dipson swaggers to the entrance platform. Some smoke billows across the ramp as Dipson stops to soak in the environment. He takes a deep breath and sprints down the aisle, making sure to slap every fan's hand on the way down. He turns around and runs back, slapping each hand again and maybe catching one he missed the first time around. He finishes the sprint by going down the aisle once more and jumping over the ropes into the ring.
Bob Simmons: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… weighing in at 235 pounds… Chip Dipson!
John Prior: This is a big chance for the new guy to make an impact… his first match ever and he gets a PPV match… against The Huntman of all people… god that guy is annoying…
Mike McCardle: just because he is different and witty you call him annoying?
John Prior: …never mind…
Bob Simmons: and introducing his opponent… weighing in at 220 pounds… The Huntman!
“No one knows my plan" by They Might Be Giants hits as Huntman runs to the ring with green lights over the ring and him.
Bob Simmons leaves the ring as the ref explains the rules to both men… the ref motions for the bell
DING DING DING
Chip Dipson vs. The Huntman
The two men immediately dash at each other and lock up. Chip uses his weight advantage to push Hunt back into a corner. They don’t break the hold and the ref counts…1...2...3...4... Chip releases the hold and holds up his arms innocently he tries to throw a sucker punch but Hunt ducks it and hits an uppercut of his own. Chip recoils back but quickly recovers with a running clothesline which Hunt. Chip flips around but is met with an enzuigiri. Chip wobbles on his feet and Hunt wastes no time hitting a dropkick that sends Chip straight to the outside.
Hunt claps his hands together several times to get the crowd to start clapping as he jumps outside of the ring and flips up the apron. The crowd cheers as he pulls out a trash can. He throws it into the ring then moves over to Chip who is kneeling groggily on his knees. He grabs Chip by the hair and attempts to lift him but Chip grabs a hold of Hunt’s trunks and trips him. Hunt falls shoulder first onto the steel ring post.
Chip wastes no time as he quickly wraps his arms around Hunt’s waist and flips him neck first into the mat with a german suplex.
Mike McCardle: I think Chip may have just broke Hunt’s neck!
John Prior: we could never be so lucky…
Mike McCardle: what was that?
John Prior: nothing…
Chip walks over to the announce tables and pulls off the hood and and throws all but one television onto the ground. He grips the remaining one with both hands and he begins to stalk Hunt…
Mike McCardle: Was it really necessary to tare apart our announce table…
John Prior: this is the hardcore wrestling society! … and so far I must say that I’m beginning to like this Chip guy…
Hunt makes it to his feet and turns around just in time to see Chip charging with the television. Hunt ducks the shot and hooks in a full nelson, causing Chip to drop his weapon. Hunt lifts him up and slams him down right onto the screen. Chip’s back arches up in extreme pain as Hunt fully regains his senses from the german suplex earlier. Hunt pulls up Chip and drags him over to the announce table. He grabs Chip by the head.
John Prior: Oh what’s this? Keep it away from the table guys!
Mike McCardle: …something tells me you are picking a favorite…
Hunt slams down Chip’s head against the announce table. The table buckles under the pressure as Hunt throws Chip across it. Hunt slides into the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Mike McCardle: oh my god! What is Hunt thinking!?
Hunt faces the center of the ring as he moonsaults off of the top turnbuckle and lands perfectly across Chip’s chest and stomach. The announce table breaks under the impact. The crowd chants “holy shit” as both men lay motionless on the ground. The ref begins a count…1.…2.…3...Hunt begins to stir on the floor…4.…5...6...7...Hunt makes it to his knees…8... Hunt stands up and immediately pulls Chip up stopping the refs count. Hunt slides chip into the ring and grips his stomach in pain as he slides in himself and hooks a leg…1...2...2.9... Kickout!
John Prior: Wow… now that is impressive
Hunt has a look of disbelief on his face as he wobbles to his feet. He looks around and notices the steel can that he threw into the ring earlier and he picks it up. He taps it on the mat a few times as he waits for Chip to stand. Chip somehow manages to make it to his feet on noodle legs and we turns drunkenly around. Hunt swings with a vicious knockout shot but Chip ducks it and connects with a dropkick right into the can that sends Hunt straight out of the ring. He hit’s the ground with a thud and the steel can hits him in the back a second later.
Chip tries to regain his composure but eventually gives up and wobbles out of the ring. He flips up the ring apron and pulls out a table.
Mike McCardle: What is Chip thinking now?
Chip sets the table up and wobbles over to Hunt who is still laying on the ground. Chip reaches down to grab him… but Hunt was laying in wait as he swings viciously with the steel can and cracks Chip in the head!
Blood runs down Chip’s forehead as Hunt makes it to his feet and throws the can over Chip’s body, trapping him inside. Hunt kicks the can a few times before he leads Chip blindly over to the table and lays him over it. Hunt climbs onto the outer part of the ring and walks all the way over to a turnbuckle. He runs along the outskirts of the ring and jumps off with a 450 splash. He slams into the trash can which contains Chip and the table breaks on impact.
Mike McCardle: OH MY GOD! The Splash right onto Chip who was in a steel can AND on top of a table!
John Prior: I may not like the guy but there is no chance in hell of Chip recovering after that…
The crowd goes insane with HWS chants as Hunt searches the wreckage for Chip’s body and pulls him up, the dented trashcan still over him. Hunt throws Chip’s lifeless body into the ring, along with the trash can. He sits up Chip to pull off the trash can, which revealed the bloody remains of Chip. Hunt throws the trash can aside and pins… he doesn’t even bother to hook a leg…1...2...3
DING DING DING
Bob Simmons: The winner of this match as the result of a pinfall… The Huntman!
Hunt raises his hands in victory and looks out to the crowd who cheers in support.
Mike McCardle: a well earned victory for The Huntman… and an impressive showing from Chip… hopefully this isn’t the last time we see him…
John Prior: by the looks of it… it could be the last time we see him…
Hunt jumps up on a turnbuckle in celebration as medics rush to the ring to tend to Chip.
John Prior: … can we get a new table out here for us please?
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:31:05 GMT -5
Credit: Swish
Bob Simmons: The following six man tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
The camera cuts back to the ring where Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage is blaring over the speakers. The High Rollers are standing in the center of the ring holding their tag team titles with one hand and flinging cards out to the crowd with the other.
Simmons: The High Rollers!.....and their partner....
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 their opponents.....
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: Death’s Disciples!....and their partner....
The Anthem by Good Charlotte is playing as Rick Thorn comes out and crosses his arms in a X then pryos go off as we hear a big bang go off, then the music plays as he runs into ring and slides in, then puts his arms in a x again as we hear another big bang
BS: Rick Thorn!
The Ref motions for the bell as Bob Simmons leaves the ring…
DING DING DING
The High Rollers and J Twist v. Death’s Disciples and Rick Thorn
Saint and Blackjack remain the ring as Ace, J Twist, Sinn, and Rick Thorn align themselves on the outskirts on the rope. Blackjack and Saint pace around the ring for a little bit, then charge at each other and lock up. Blackjack kicks him in the gut and gives Saint a Belly to Belly Suplex.
John Prior: Big Belly to Belly right off the bat.
Mike McCardle: Blackjack knows how to run the table, and I’m not talking poker tables.
Saint gets up and bounces off the ropes. Blackjack sets up for a big boot, but he is hit with a leg lariat. Saint drags Blackjack to his feet and sets up for a DDT, but Blackjack Big Body Drops him. Sinn climbs over the ropes and clotheslines Blackjack to the back of his head. Ace and J Twist start to enter the ring as well, but the ref stops them. Saint slides out of the ring, pushes Bob Simmons off his chair and folds it up.
McCardle: He can’t do that to Simmons, he’s a legend!
Saint slides back into the ring and hits Blackjack right of the skull. Blackjack stumbles backwards, dazed. Saint drops the chair and DDTs Blackjack right onto it.
Prior: That’s gotta hurt!
He goes for the cover. 1....2...kick out. You can see the blood starting to come out of Blackjack’s forehead. Saint bounces off the ropes and a nails Blackjack with an atomic drop. He goes for the cover. 1...kick out.
Prior: Blackjack can’t be pinned, Mike.
McCardle: There’s still plenty of match left, don’t get too excited.
Saint tags in Sinn who climbs up the top and attempts a moonsault, but Blackjack rolls away in time. Blackjack crawls to his corner and tags in J Twist. J Twist steps into the ring and the crowd is ecstatic. He charges at a now standing Sinn, but Sinn ducks and pulls down the ropes, sending J Twist to the outside.
McCardle: So much for Twist.
Sinn grabs the chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes, jumps onto the chair, onto the ropes, and moonsaults off rope onto J Twist.
Prior: A modified Triple Jump Moonsault!
McCardle: Twist is done for.
Sinn struggles to feet and rolls J Twist into the ring. He slides in after. He gets blind tagged by Rick Thorn. Both Sinn and Saint look puzzled at Thorn. Sinn shakes off Thorn and heads over to cover J Twist, but Thorn climbs in after him and throws him off J Twist and shoves him into the corner. Sinn and Saint both look at each and begin to leave the ring.
Prior: It seems Thorn offended Death’s Disciples so they’re walking out on him!
McCardle: There’s arrogant, and then there’s that.
Sinn and Saint head up the entrance ramp while Thorn covers Twist. 1...2...Kick out.
Prior: If Thorn didn’t interfere in Sinn’s business, this match would be over.
McCardle: Rookie mistakes prove to be costly.
Thorn picks up Twist and tries to suplex him, but Twist blocks it. He tries again, but Twist again blocks it. Thorn finally gets Twist airborn on the third attempt, but Twist counters it and DDTs Thorn.
Prior: What a counter by J Twist!
Both men lie motionless until J Twist begins to crawl over to his corner and tags in Ace.
Ace begins to stomp Thorn like there is no tomorrow. He picks up Thorn and irish whips him into the corner. Thorn lands against the turnbuckle and is met with a stinger splash. Blackjack climbs into the ring and pulls Thorn towards the middle of the ring. Ace climbs up the turnbuckle while Blackjack lifts Thorn in a heart attack position.
McCardle: Did somebody call for a Royal Flush?
Ace jumps off the rope and enziguris Thorn.
McCardle: Yes they did!
The Ref motions for Blackjack to get out of the ring. Ace picks up Thorn and gives him a Deathcard, a double underhook piledriver. He goes for the pin. 1...2...3...
DING DING DING!!
Prior: Thorn just couldn’t handle a 3 on 1 match-up and fell apart.
McCardle: Hopefully he’ll smarten up.
Holy Diver hits the PA as J Twist and Blackjack enter the ring to celebrate with Ace.
Simmons: The winners of this match as the result of a pinfall... J Twist, Blackjack, and Ace!
Three triumphantly hold their hands in the air.
Prior: It looks like The High Rollers are heading towards a Tag Team Title shot after this performance.
McCardle: I’ll tell you what, the way they fought, they deserve it.
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:34:06 GMT -5
Oblivion is seen with the belt. He is in his locker room, sitting. Nothing going on.... he is thinking about the main event. He is thinking about all that is on the line.
James Lynch walks in.
Lynch: Good luck tonight..
Oblivion stands up.
Oblivion: Why would you say that? Arent you supposed to be with your son... ya know, the retarded emo?
Lynch strokes his beard, and laughs.
Lynch: You're funny.... funny indeed. I just came to wish you luck, thats all. You'll need it.........
Lynch walks off.... Oblivion looks half pissed half confused....
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:36:53 GMT -5
Credit: Lynch
Prior: This match coming up will be by far one of the more disturbing matches in HWS history as Hedge McCoy and Earl Swisher go at it in the most disturbing cage match ever. This match is known as the slaughter house cage match.
Mcardle; You're right John , this match may very well make or break these men. This cage match is unlike any other. Once the cage is lowered a top to the cage will be locked into place and inside this hellacious nightmare come to reality will be weapons of every sort and type.
Prior; We will see everything from steel chairs to barbed wire baseball bats. Now let's head to the ring for the introductions.
In ring announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is for the Hws World Heavyweight championship. Making his way to the ring first...
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 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 stares at the ominous steel cage as it is being lowered...
Now his Opponent..
"Trust?" by Limp Bizkit plays as Hedge McCoy comes out through the curtain with his hands uncuffed for once, with no sign of the gorgeous Sable Lynn Hedge looks confused and to be honest somewhat scared. He gets into the ring as the door clangs shut. Earl grins as does Hedge and before the bell can be rung both men charge and let out brutal punches onto each other.
Prior: Wow both men not even letting the bell ring before they get this match underway.
McCardle: You're right about that, both these men want to win this match.Whoever wins will be the world heavyweight champ.
Hedge Gets the upper hand and drives Earl into the mat with a spike ddt, he walks towards the corner and grabs the steel chair as he turns around earl gets caught with a vicious chair shot to the skull knocking him to the mat.
Prior: Oh my god what a nasty looking chair shot. I think Earl is busted open.
Earl lies on the mat covered in blood which remains pouring from his forehead, Hedge lines up another shot but gets a lowblow from Earl Bringing him to his knees.Earl stumbles to his feet and kicks Hedge in the face slamming him to the canvas. He looks at his hand covered in blood and lets out a brutal scream. He walks towards the cage wall and pulls down a white fluroscent glass tube. He lays it across Hedge's face and then picks up the dented stell chair.
Prior: NO STOP EARL !
Swisher slams the chair onto the tube digging the shards into the head of Hedge! He grins and proceeds to pummel the hell out of Hedge.
Prior: Oh my god , Something has seriously flipped in the mind of Earl Swisher.
McCarlde: Whatever it is may just gurantee him this win.
Swisher goes for the pin and Hedge barely kicks out at 2. Earl picks up the bloodied body of Hedge and goes for a samoan drop only for Hedge to reverse it into a reverse ddt. Hedge goes for the cover and Swisher kicks out at two causing Hedge to snap and go after the ref. Hedge begins to pummel on the ref, When from behind Swisher gives three chair shots to the back of Hedge. He goes for the pin but the Ref is out cold. Out of nowhere in runs James lynch with a ref shirt on. He unlocks the cage door and slides in for the count.
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Prior: What the hell?? That was a fast count...
Lynch seems frustrated and hands Earl what appears to be a pair of brass knuckles. Earl goes to take em but is rolled up by hedge. Lynch drops to the mat but begins to laugh as he refuses to make the count. Hedge get's angred and jumps up and grabs Lynch by the throat. From behind Hedge gets nailed with a barbed wire bat. Hedge turns around and gets nailed with the jawdropper. Earl goes for the pin.
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Lynch raises Earl's hand and a evil grin goes across his face. Out of nowhere Lynch clotheslines Earl knocking him to the mat. As the cage is raised up Lynch grabs a mic.
James Lynch: You two ingrates are on my son's list. Tonight the first three will be revealed there is only one man left. After tonight the end begins for you all , Now get this trash out of my ring!
Emt's come down and pull both men out of the ring and walk them both to the back as Lynch smiles.
Prior: What the hell does he mean by a list?
McCardle: All I know is, this night has just gotten more intresting.
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 16:42:53 GMT -5
Simmons: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the main event of the evening!
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.
Simmons: First.......... making his way to the ring from Canton, Ohio.......
Cryptid then floats down from the rafters onto the stage and walks slowly to the ring.
Simmons: He is CRYPTID!
Cryptid gets into the ring and stares up at a huge 'March Madness' banner, happy to be fighting for the World Championship.
The lights go dim, the sound of an organ fills the arena. After a few seconds the arena turns dark and the organ music stops. Suddenly "Duality" by Slipknot blares over the speakers.
I Push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I am today...
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...
If the pain goes on...
Aaaaaaaah!
Oblivion steps out onto the stage with his World Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He walks out to the beginning of the ramp and looks around the dark arena engulfing all of the crowds boos
I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited last, my time's elapsed
Now, All I do is live with so much fate
I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create
I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the words
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like on big past
You'll live with me 'cause you left me no choice
The lights turn on but stay very dim as Oblivion begins his slow ascension towards the ring. He stops right when he reaches the ring and pulls his belt off of his shoulder and holds it with his right hand as he reaches up with his left and pulls himself up onto the ring.
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!
Oblivion steps over the top rope then walks over to the ring rope closest to the camera and stands in front of it for a few seconds before he grips the belt with both hands and raises it high above his head.
Simmons: And his opponent..... the HWS World Champion......... he is OBLIVION!
Pull me back together
Our separate the skin from the bone
Leave me all the Pieces, and then you can leave me
alone
Tell me the reality is better than dream
But I found out the hard way,
Nothing is what it seems!
Oblivion drops the belt back down across his shoulder and waits for his opponent as "Duality" slowly quiets down to silence.
Oblivion hands his belt to the ref, who raises it high into the air. Cryptid stares at it, and smiles. "Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for my Valentine hits. Chaz Leland walks out out the stage with a mic in his hand.
Chaz: Well...looks like its time to reveal the mystery stipulation. Oblivion.....Cryptid..... you two seem to love the dark side. So, I have come up with this thrilling idea. You guys fight a normal HWS Hardcore match, every minute, the lights go out!
The crowd cheers as he exits. Oblivion is standing at the ropes, staring up at him, laughing. Cryptid comes out of nowhere with a chair and nails Oblivion in the back with it.
Mike: Wow! The lights will go out every minute in this battle!
John: This is crazy!
Cryptid begins bashing the chair into Oblivions back, the bell rings to start the match. Cryptid throws the chair down and rolls Oblivion over for the pin.......1.....2..kick out at two and a half. Cryptid picks the chair up and swings the chair down, but Oblivion puts a foot up and blocks the chair. He gets up and Cryptid swings again, this time Oblivion catches the chair, and kicks Cryptid in the gut. He yanks the chair out of his hands and throws it down to the ground, followed by a choke slam onto the chair.
Mike: Ouch! That had to hurt!
John: No way, I thought it was supposed to feel good...
Mike: Jackass.............
Now Oblivion goes for a pin........1..............2 1/2 Kickout! Oblivion goes for yet another pin....1 ...2 another kickout. He slowly gets up and pulls Cryptid up with him. Oblivion hits a huge uppercut, and Cryptid gets backed into a corner. Oblivion begins punching Cryptid, but Cryptid eventually gets a block in, and kicks the midsection of Oblivion. Oblivion backs up, and is hit with another kick in the midsection. They are in the middle of the ring now, and Cryptid gets in position for a suplex.
Mike:What? Is he going to lift up this monster?
John: I wouldnt be suprised... Cryptid is tough.
Cryptid goes to lift Oblivion up, but only gets him off the ground a tad. But then out of nowhere lifts Oblivion up, and hits a huge Jackhammer.
Mike: Wow! That was amazing!
John: Mike! Why havent the lights gone out yet?
Cryptid exits the ring. He grabs a chair and takes it into the ring with him.
Mike: Technical difficulties?
John: I'm thinnking the dudes in the back are a bit stupid.
The lights go out....... We hear a loud smack..................
Mike:What just happened?
John: I dont know, you tell me!
Then we hear yet another smack, and the lights go on. Cryptid is lying on the ground, his forehead is covered in blood. Oblivion is sitting in the corner, with the chair nearby. Then Oblivion slides out of the ring, and begins looking under the ring. He pulls out a barbed wire wraped baseball bat! The crowd goes crazy.
Mike: HOLY HELL!
John: Cryptid better watch out for that!
He sits it down on the steel steps, and looks for something else.
The lights go out.............
John: Not again....
We hear nothing this time.... and they come back on. Mysery is missing, and Oblivion is in the same spot as before. He grabs the bat and walks around the ring, looking for Cryptid. Out of no where, Cryptid bashes a chair over Oblivions head, not once, not twice, but three times, he then rolls Oblivion onto the announcers table. He looks under the ring and finds a ladder. He rolls it into the ring. A quick glance to the bat makes Cryptid smile, and he picks it up. He walks over to Oblivion and bashes the end of the bat against his skull.
Mike: Cryptid is like a new man! Totally dangerous right now!
JOhn: He is one vicous man...
Cryptid then hits Oblivions arm with it, making huge cuts. The blood begins pouring. He laughs, and then enters the ring. He begins climbing the ladder.
John: Geeze... this match better be ended!
The lights go out.... .... ... we hear nothing yet again. When they come back on we see Oblivion pulling at the leg of Cryptid, but Cryptid kicks him right in the face, and Oblivion falls back... unconscous. Cryptid climbs the the very top, and the crowd starts chanting "Cryptid Splash! Cryptid Splash! Cryptid Splash!"
Mike: HE IS GOING TO DO IT!
John: This is a damn 10 foot ladder! HE IS INSANE!
Cryptid leaps off the ladder.... and crashes down onto Oblivion...... they both lay there, unconscous..... The ref counts.........1..............
John: NEW WORLD CHAMP!
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Mike: I never saw this coming!
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Simmons: Here is your winner and the new HWS World Champion...... CRYPTID!
The crowd erupts.Some cheer, some boo.
John: Cryptid has done it! Cryptid has done it!
Mike: What a way to end the night! A new World Champion!
Cryptid raises the belt high into the air...............Just then Smoke slides into the ring. He hits a devistating closeline to Cryptid. Cryptid rolls out of the ring, knocked out. Smoke then focuses his attention on Oblivion.
John: What in the hell? Does this have something to do with Lynch's list?
Instead of punching Oblivion, Smoke helps him up. He gives him a pat on the back. Everyone is in shock.
Mike: What? This is a bit odd.Smoke is good now?
John: Idont trust him......
Oblivion raises his hands into the air, and the crowd cheers. He turns around and is met by a boot in the face. A wicked Superkick from Smoke. Smoke bends over top of Oblivion and we hear "Your ass is first!"
John: We are out of time!
Mike: Oh man..... you HAVE to tune in next week! The hangover will be felt!
The show ends with a view of Smoke standing above the unconcious Oblivion... with a horrible smirk on his face.
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 17:03:25 GMT -5
We see Chaz in the middle of the ring. He is in his wrestling gear, with a mic in hand.
Chaz: I just want to take this time to say some few things. First off, I would like to thank all of you for tuning in each week and watching HWS! I would like to thank you for supporting us for the few months that we have existed. Back in November I had a dream... ya see, I looked around, and saw all these popular companies with popular wrestlers.....my dream was to make something like that. But give the people what they want, blood.... I know what true hardcore is all about, and if you have tuned in from the beginning of HWS to now, or have watched me in SWS, then you would know that. My dream was also to not get popular superstars... why? I like building wrestling careers. I like making superstars popular. My idea is to not focus on those who already bathe in the riches, but to those that want to. The roster here at HWS has a ton of potential to make it to those riches. I love that idea. And if you stay with us for the rest of our existence... you will love it. You will enjoy seeing these wrestlers rise up, and become some of the biggest names in professional wrestling...... The main thing I would like to point out is that no matter what happens tonight, if I win or lose, I just wanted to tell you all that I appreciate the support. There have been times that I just wanted to burn this place down, and call it done with. But you guys and the roster are what made me want to just stay, and keep this baby going. I ha......
Just then, Smoke attackes Chaz from behind. He gets ontop of him and begins laying in a ton of punches, so much that it makes Chaz bleed a little. He picks him up and hits a superkick right to his temple. Lynch throws into the ring two chairs, and slides in a table, followed by a ball of barbed wire!
John: Damn! Dont do it! Dont hurt our boss!
Smoke lays Chaz's head onto a chair, and raises the other high into the air. He than slams the chair onto his head, the sickening con-chair-to. Lynch begins wrapping the table in barbed wire.
Mike: Oh come on... this is sickening.
Smoke begins some mounted punches to Chaz, and the blood is pouring. The crowd is full of boos. Lynch sits the table up and tells Smoke to destroy him.
Smoke lifts Chaz up and nails a powerbomb right through the table and barbed wire.
John: NO! This cant be happening!
Mike: Son of a bitch.... Lynch and Smoke are horrible!
John: Damnit! We are out of time...... This is a disgusting way to end the night..
Smoke raises his hands high into the air, while Lynch just laughs at the bloody owner.
Mike: This list of Lynchs needs to be burned...........
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Post by Scott Leland on Mar 18, 2008 17:09:07 GMT -5
((( THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOVE CHIP DIPSON V. THE HUNTMAN)))
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Credit: Ace
Bob Simmons: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!...
“Burn, Piano Island” starts playing over the speakers as white lights flash and Adam Leos enters the stage.
Bob Simmons: Making his way to the ring…from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing 212 lbs…Adam Leos!
He taunts the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, psychotic determined look in his eyes the whole time. He slides into the ring and after climbing the turnbuckle, makes his signature gun point gesture with his hands. He jumps off of the turnbuckle and stares intently at the entrance way.
If I was your Vampire by Marilyn Manson starts playing as the 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.
Bob Simmons: And his opponent…from Portales, New Mexico…weighing 200lbs…He is The Human Cancer!...Mysery!
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 flies to the rafters as if it is watching Mysery.
Mike McCardle: Welcome to March Madness! This match is about to get underway and it should be a good one.
John Prior: Yeah…I don’t know about that.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Both men circle the ring. Leos charges at Mysery and attempts a spear. Mysery counters with a vicious kick to the face. It’s painfully obvious that Leos’s nose is broken as there is blood pouring from his nose and it is splattered on the side of his face. Mysery then grabs Leos and tosses him shoulder first into the ringpost. Mysery exits the ring and goes up to Leos. He wipes the blood from Leos’s face and licks his fingers.
Mike McCardle: Oh God! First a broken nose and now this! Mysery with a big smile on his face!
John Prior: I’m pretty sure he getting off on this!
Mysery motions to the crowd. Someone in the front row hands him their chair. He goes back over to Leos and takes a swing. He crunches Leos’s head between the chair and the ringpost. Leos falls to the mat and is convulsing a little.
Mike McCardle: Come on ref! Just stop the damn match! I think he may be…
John Prior: Yep! He’s dead!
Mysery just smiles again and reenters the ring. The ref goes to stop the match but Mysery grabs him. He threatens the ref so the ref decides against stopping the match. Mysery walks over to the corner and climbs the ropes. He leaps off and hits Leos with Painless Aggression. Leos begins to cough up blood. Mysery lifts up Leos and sits him on the top rope. He climbs up with him and begins to go for The Downfall. He stops and smiles. He repositions Leos and hits The Downfall onto the concrete floor below. Mysery gets up holding his lower back.
John Prior: He just showed he is willing to sacrifice himself to kill the competition!
Mysery lifts Leos up onto his shoulders and rolls him back into the ring. Mysery rolls back in and kneels down next to Leos and places his hand on his chest. The ref is down to count. 1…2…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Bob Simmons: The winner of this contest is…The Human Cancer!...Mysery!
Mike McCardle: The sadistic freak known as Mysery with a big win here at March Madness!
John Prior: Call him what you want. But he is the man getting his hand raised in victory. That’s all I’m saying!
Paramedics come down to ringside and place Leos on a stretcher and begin to wheel him out of the arena. Mysery stops them. He once again wipes some of Leos’s blood on his fingers and tastes the blood. The medics wheel Leos out of the arena. Mysery stands on the entrance ramp and raises his hands and the crow that accompanied him to the ring flies back down and lands on his shoulder. He exits through the curtain.
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