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| Mark Payne vs Mohammed Rushdi vs Salty; Triple Threat Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 28 2008, 12:01 AM (109 Views) | |
| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Jan 28 2008, 12:01 AM Post #1 |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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| Payne420 | Jan 28 2008, 08:39 PM Post #2 |
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The scene opens up in a gym in Detroit, Michigan..Several of the other weight lifters, trainers, fighters, and other Gym Rats are gathered around the practice octagon cage used for Mixed Martial Arts training and watch intently as three large guys, a Russian, an Italian, aswell as an African American are circling around a very familiar face...The Russian rushes in first at the man and throws a wild combo of knee strikes and attempted hooks. The man however grabs the Russians wrist, twisting it at a sickening angle. He throws several knee strikes into the Russians Ribs before sweeping him onto his back and diving down with a nose breaking, tooth crunching, face breaking Knockout shot. He gets back to his feet before the other two can react and catches the African with a stiff side kick to the head and knock, knocking him to the side. He follows up with a flurry of punches and knee strikes that overwhelm the powerful athlete and the African drops aswell. This time however the Italian catches him with a stiff kick to the ribs from behind...The man grunts, blood comming out of his mouth, let he holds the massive Italian's leg and starts twisting his knee causing the Italian to drop yelling out in pain. He taps out widly and the man lets go...He spits the blood out of his mouth and looks out of the cage as a single man starts clapping in the shocked crowd... "Well Well Well...You're reputation is obviously well earned. I'm guessing you're the one I'm looking for, Mark Payne right?" Payne smirks from the cage and rolls his sholders with a nod..He exists the cage as the training facilities medical crew enters behind him. One of Payne's close friends, a man with several tattoos going down his arm and a backwards black hat hands Payne a bottle of water which he takes a drink of, walking over to the man who came to speak with him. "Yeah..I'm Payne, somethin' I can help you with, bro?" Payne approches the man fully, the man backing up a little when in the full presence of one of MMA and Wrestling's most dangerous men. Payne however extends a hand which the man is slow to accept and shake. The corporate office swine looks at Payne's crew, a very so-cal looking crew. Tattoos, piercings, backwards and tilted hats. Several wear band shirts or wife beater tank tops. The man's face is slightly disgusted but when Payne's grip on his hand tightens to a painful point he looks directly back at his target. "I'm here to have you sign the last documents to solify your joining of Hardcore Championship Wrestling...Your first match this week will be against-" "Mohammed Rushdi and a dude named Salty...Right?" The man looks irritated that Payne cut him off, but he nods at Payne's reply, pulling out a pen and some papers. Payne shakes his head with a smirk, his crew watching eagerly as their top fighter signs with this new promotion. Payne arches his brow and stares at his low place on the card but doesn't argue...He signs the contracts and hands the man back his pen and the papers... "Now, we expect you to be at the arena early, and we expect you to be willing to do any promotiona-" Payne glares at the man silencing him instantly.. "You listen here, bro..You need to ask my opponents what hospital they want me to have their stuff sent to. Don't worry about me Cuz, I know exactly what I'm doing. You listen up son, I've been making a name for myself each and every week with what I do for the last five years. You better warn my opponents that this week I'm going to make an example of them to whoever feels like challenging me for that World Title at our first Pay-Per-View. I'll make it personal, I'll make it violent...But I'm going to say it now, whoever thinks that they will be the first World Champion of HCW has another thing commin. I'll beat you with a chain, I'll suplex you to sleep. Salty, Cuz...If you or this Mohammed motha fucka show up you better be expecting a beat down....Bloods gunna flow son." He shoves the man back and heads back into the Octagon to train with whoever the hell is brave enough to step in there with him. |
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| Payne420 | Jan 31 2008, 05:35 AM Post #3 |
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"Come one and come all...I dare you to get into the ring with this machine of destruction. Standing before you all is the former NWA:FTW Corporate Champion, Tag-Team Champion, He was the last and longest reigning Suicide Champion in NWA:FTW history! He stands before you a two time wWw Death-Match Champion! This beast of a fighter was a two time uKw NYOFB champion! I dare you young bucks to man up and get into the ring with Mark 'The Machine' Payne! If you can last three minutes with him in the ring you'll recieve a prize of Five Hundred Dollars!" Payne stands in the middle of a classic carnival circuit wrestling ring. He is wearing a pair of black cut-offs, some black wrestling boots, and his wrists are taped. His muscles flex readily as a few young bucks step up and give the Carnival Ringmaster a few dollars to step into the ring with Payne. The first man's appearance was that of a muscle bound jock. His skanky little bitch stands outside the ring, her and the crowd cheering the man who looks overly cocky...Payne enters his zone and lets his instinct take over. The man rushes forward and attempts a sloppy clothesline that Payne ducks and reverses with a solid kick to the man's calf dropping him, Payne takes advantage ducking behind the man and slamming him onto his neck and head with a vicious German Suplex, he drops down putting the man in an ankle lock, the man screaming like a girl and tapping wildly, as soon as the bell dings Payne lets the man go who leaves the ring with a whimper...Payne glares out at any challengers and the Ringmaster laughs wildly.. "Who will stand up to "The Machine?!" are all of you so weak?! The next challenger will face Payne in a no disqualification Death-Match! You will be given a weapon of your choice to step upto Payne and his Widowmaker. Now tell who will step up?!" A large German biker steps up with a Chain getting into the ring with Payne who is handed a Kendo-Stick wrapped in barbwire. The man looks at Payne and smirks but as soon as the bell rings that smirk is torn up by a swing of the barbwire Kendo-stick. Payne's lightening fast attacks on the man rip his flesh open and he quickly scrambles out of the ring in an attempt to run, but Payne is quick to run and hit a springboard Clothesline on the man knocking him down. Payne proceeds to stomp the man's face violently before setting up a table with flourecent lighting taped to it. Payne drags the man to the top turnbuckle and arches a brow setting him up for a powerbomb position and turning to the outside of the ring, jumping off with a thunderous sit-down powerbomb to the outside of the ring and through the table...The crowd gasps in shock as the ref counts the three count, medics quickly carrying off the man,,, "See! No one can stand to this warrior! This destructive freak of nature! By the God's will a fighter has been born!" |
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| Salty | Feb 1 2008, 05:45 PM Post #4 |
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Present Day… The departure of HCW was the ruins for me, 3 - 4 years ago I was on a high, really buzzing with the success I had….. Well, I might off lost every match I was in, with the odd occasional win of course, but I enjoyed the spotlight.. Well lets be fair it made me look like I was working hard as they did make me look all pretty and shiny.. But now HCW is back and I seriously cant believe it, I thought the rumours were false to begin with, until a lil lad came up to me and asked if I was to return to the ring.. And it hit me……. I wanted to wrestle again I wanted to have that hope and desperation for success I didn’t want to be lifting the bins into a dumper truck anymore, I wanted to be lifting fellow wrestlers by there crouch and slamming them on the floor, I want to be laying across them with the ref counting to 3.. ‘Gee I hope the ref can count to 3 that would be embarrassing for him’. With these achievements I wanted to gain I got in touch with Glenn and signed a contract, and now I’m here.. Back in the HCW! 2 years previous….. The man they used to call Salty is sitting in a queue awaiting an interview for a paid job that… doesn’t really pay that well.. Yep it’s a dustbin mans vacancy he seen advertised in the ‘‘Salt-Herald’’.. He waits for around an hour twiddling his thumbs thinking off what he will say in his interview, ‘I have always wanted to be a dustbin man, I love cleaning and I love people, I love picking old rotten banana skins off the bottom of bins…. I love seeing the smiles on the bin owners face when they see there bin has been emptied’ Now is this really what Salty wants, well lets face it he isn’t exactly the brainiest off the bunch, but yet he’s just come out off a top wrestling organisation.. So why apply for a dustbin mans job.. Maybe he wants to keep himself low key.. Ahhh Salty is next in line, out comes a tall dark hansom fellow calling Salty’s name… Salty was sure his voice sounded strange, but didn’t really think anything off it.. Hansom Man: Ahh Salty I presume, how are we? Salty looks some what bewildered with the hansom mans voice… Salty: …….Yeah I’m great thanks how are you? Hansom Man: Yes I’m fine thank you.. Now lets get down to business, why have you applied for this job.. Salty: eeerrmmm.. Ummm that’s a very good question, because I needed money, I need to do something after the HCW got shut down and slung me to the gutter, what else am I meant to do hey… hey… Hansom Man: Ooookay then that’s answered that one then, I don’t think I have anymore questions to ask you.. Salty!?… Thank you for coming and you will be hearing from me very soon…. The hansom man stands up and shakes saltys hand with a slight wink off the eye, slowly releasing the hand shake with a slight stroke off the hand, Salty looks very confused.. Its very obvious that he hasn’t had a man.. Well shall we say fancy him before so how would he know the signs.. To be honest would he really want to know the signs! Exactly 6 days 2 hours and 6 minutes later….. The phone in Saltys run down salt invested flat rings Once…. Twice… Threee times a ringing… it’s the hansom man I presume from Saltys facial expressions… Salty: Oh hello thanks for ringing.. Hansom Man: Well Salty.. I have some good news, you have got the job.. Congratulations.. Maybe we should meet to discuss the job and maybe a few other…. things.. Salty: Ohh wicked thanks… hang on did u say meet to discuss the job..? Glenn never did that when I was employed at HCW especially to meet away from the other wrestlers/employees… Hansom Man: Ahh but times moved on since then, and well lets face it he properly didn’t fancy you as well as I do.. Salty: Ha Ha good one.. Hang on.. Your being serious! Hansom Man: Ohh definitely I want to take you for a meal and get drunk then take you back to a hotel room and… Salty quickly hangs up the phone, runs straight to the bathroom and grabs some cotton buds and rapidly cleans out his ears with disgust… ‘ewww what was that about, I have never heard or wanted to see anything off the sort!’ But salty then realises he has a job at last, after weeks off searching.. It might not be the best job in the world but it pays, and it pays well.. Present day… Here I hold before my very eyes a contract with the HCW, my name imprinted on it in big bold letters with a little red dot next to it.. What is it.. Ahhh paper cut.. Moving on, I wonder if any off my old pals will be present in the HCW, Cyclone, Taurus.. Cant think off any others but never mind.. Wow I cant wait to get down to the arena again and see my old locker.. I never did get round to clearing that out! I wonder if all my old kits in there still… |
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