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| The Gladiator vs Snakebite; Singles Match - Semi Main Event | |
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| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Feb 18 2008, 05:26 PM Post #1 |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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Winner Enters World Heavyweight Title Match At The PPV 2 RP LIMIT EACH |
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| The Gladiator | Feb 19 2008, 12:45 AM Post #2 |
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HcW Most Confused Superstar
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.:After Monday Night Hell:. (Outside the arena it is dark, and cool. The air is calm and the sky is clear. Many of the HcW superstars are getting in their car or in their taxi to the airport to go home, or head straight to the next show. But no The Gladiator. He is setting on a concrete pillar with his head looking at the ground. He is still dressed in his wrestling attire. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a dark figure walking towards him. He looks up and to the left. The figure walking towards him looks like a street bumb. He has on dirty cloths. His hair is white, and he has no facial hair. He walks up to The Gladiator and extends his hand. The Gladiator gets all excited. His sorrow that you could feel earlier is gone with excitement and happiness. He stands straight up and nice and tall with his back straight and extends his hand out too. They both grab each others hand and shake.) The Gladiator: Mr. Bush, oh wow. What a honor. What brings you here? (The bumb cocks his head to one side and gives The Gladiator a strange face as if he sees a four headed midget naked.) Mr. “Bumb” Bush: Um, ok…. (He straightens out his head and gets a smile on his face. He also then gets his back straight.) Mr. Bumb Bush: I saw some of your fellow workers and saw one of them drop this piece of paper. I saw that your name was on this so I decided to come over to you and show you this. (Mr. “Bumb” Bush hands The Gladiator the piece of paper. He grabs it from his hands and holds it up into the light to where he can read it. He reads a few lines and then he reaches where his name is. He mumbles “snakebite” and “PPV”. He puts down the piece of paper and looks to the sky, then he brings the paper back up to his face and reads it once more. He gets a smile on him that could be mistaken for a slice of watermelon.) The Gladiator: I’m facing Snakebite next week, and if I win I get to be in the HcW Championship match at the PPV. Wow Mr. Bush, I thought this night would never get better. I mean, I lost to Thomas, I found out the Homicide is a prick. So I was thinking what the hell heck could happen next. But wow. First I get to shake the president of the United States hands, and then he hands me a piece of paper that states my amazing match next week. This is just great. Thank you Mr. Bush. Mr. “Bumb” Bush: You are very welcome Gladiator. Listen I was thinking. Sence I am the President and all. I can do whatever I want to do right? (The Gladiator nods) Mr. “Bumb” Bush: How about if I put you on my Secrete Service staff? I mean it would just be you. I would go around everywhere with you and you would protect me. The Gladiator: That would be great Mr. Bush, but the country needs you. I should be the one following you. But you see, if I even did that, I would have to be gone every Monday so I could wrestle see. And I don’t think I could do that, I mean leave you alone if I’m suppose to protect you. Mr. “Bumb” Bush: No worries my friend. I would come along with you. And if I have something I got to do, I will. How does that sounds? (The Gladiator looks up to the sky again and thinks to himself…) The Gladiator: This is amazing. Mr. Bush wants to come with me everywhere I want to go. I knew this was a great President. He is the best ever! (He looks at Mr. Bush again.) The Gladiator: That will be wonderful Mr. Bush. Mr. “Bumb” Bush: Excellent. Now, I haven’t been able to change my cloths today. Would you be willing to get me some new ones? The Gladiator: Yeah, that would be ok. How did you get all dirty anyways? Mr. “Bumb” Bush: Oh…well….um. I was playing with my daughter and my dog in the mud. You know, I love to do that. The Gladiator: Oh ok. That’s great! (The scene fades, as The Gladiator starts walking towards his car followed by a man who The Gladiator thinks is the President of the United States. The man has a huge smile on his face as he starts walking behind The Gladiator.) .:Eating at Perkins:. (The Scene fades in to witness The Gladiator making room for the fake Mr. Bush. This time Mr. “Bumb” Bush has on a nice black suit with an American flag on his left caller. He has a big smile on his face just as he did before. They make there way inside Perkins to the podium to be seated.) Waitress: Welcome to Perkins. There just going to be two of you? The Gladiator: Yes (The waiter grabs two menus and starts walking to the table that The Gladiator and Mr. “Bumb” Bush will be setting. Both of them follow here. You can see The Gladiator looking around the room making sure no body attacks Mr. “Bumb” Bush. Mean while Mr. “bumb” Bush is looking straight at the ass of the waitress. They reach the table and both of them set down and tell the waitress what they want to drink.) The Gladiator: This is great, hanging out with the President. I never thought! Mr. “Bumb” Bush: You probably didn’t. So you excited about your up coming match? The Gladiator: Are you kidding me? I have a chance at the HcW Championship, and I have only had one match. Sure I got to get around Jake “the snake” Roberts. And we all know what he is all about. I mean, I’m terrified of his snake. I sure hope he doesn’t bring it to the ring like he always does. But if he does, I just got to look around that. I need to be focused for this one. I lost my very first match in my wrestling career. Now if my record stands and two and one in three weeks I will be extremely happy. For one, ill be winning more then fifty percent of my matches, but I will be the HcW Champion. Look who has all held this Championship. Some big names. But you know, I just don’t get how they had a bull named Taurus have the title. They have four legs and well, we eat things like them. I never got that in my life. But oh well. That was then, and this is now. See Mr. Bush, I will in fact beat Jake “the snake” Roberts next Monday, and then the next week, I will beat who ever I have to face to become the new HcW Champion. (Just has The Gladiator gets done talking the waitress comes back to get there order.) Waitress: Hi there. Are you guys ready to order…. (She pauses for a moment as she looks the fake President.) Waitress: I know you. Arnt you the bumb who is always in the back going through the garbage? Yeah, your name is Larry. You sure dress up nice Larry. Did you get into some money or something? (The Gladiator looks up at the waitress as if he is going to tare her head off.) The Gladiator: How dare you talk down the to President of the United States like that. The is Mr. Bush. You should know that! Waitress: No he is n….. The Gladiator: Shut up! Just shut up! He is to the President. (The Gladiator gets up and walks over to Mr. “Bumb” Bush and pulls him up.) The Gladiator: Lets get out of here. They don’t need our business. Mr. “Bumb” Bush: No, No, its ok, I just want some food. Its ok. (With that remark he takes a double take at Mr. “Bumb” Bush.) The Gladiator: Wait a minuet. Your not Mr. Bush are you? Mr. “Bumb” Bush: Yes, Yes I am. Now protect me. The Gladiator: No your not! What the hell. Your Mr. Clinton! What the hell are you trying to pull here! Trying to get a single vote for you wife? I think not! Screw you, Screw your wife, and Screw Mr. Bush. I’m voting for the black Man, um…umm….Jackson!! Yeah, Michael Jackson! The Gladiator pushes the man down and storms out of the restaurant. Both the man and the waitress stare at each other.) Waitress: Well, anyways. I just threw out half a hamburger if you want it. Its in the dumpster. (The man gets up and takes off sprinting to the back door as the scene fades to black.) |
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W:L:D 0:7:1 Top 10 #: Not Ranked - Down from 10th Weeks on Top 10: 4 Roleplayer of The Week: 1x Match of the Week: 2x | |
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| Snakebite | Feb 19 2008, 05:12 AM Post #3 |
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Curtain Jerker
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![]() Two and "0". I win again. I'm finally finished with dealing with Mark "The Jobber" Payne. Which actually, from what I hear, he's being an extremely sore loser. HcW Management must have noticed it, cause he doesn't even have a place on the Hell Match card this week. What a wimp! But this week, I face another loser. And the worst part? It's a match to decide who will fight last week's winner, in the first ever HcW Title Match of this era. This guy debuted this past Monday, and LOST! What the fuck is he getting a shot at the title for? Mr. Greeney has a better chance at beating me, than this guy does. Speaking of Greeney...... what..... the...... fuck? Was he seriously fighting in that ring, this past Monday, or have I been hanging out with Mark Payne on Friday nights? Good thing he didn't win. HcW would be even more of a joke, than it already is. Anyways... I'll be honest and say that I am completely lost in HcW. The show has taken a complete turn for the worse. Who puts a loser in a World Title Qualifying Match? Give that spot to someone who actually deserves it. Not some giant who has a disease in his eye that causes him to see Britney Spears, when he stands in front of Eminem. It just doesn't work. Fact of the matter is, next Monday, I am getting a chance at something I never got a chance at. I feel like I'm doing the Finals of the King of Kings Tournament all over again. And just like last time, I'm walking out the winner. But dont' worry, Gladiator...... I'll sign Jake "The Snake" Roberts on a peice of paper for you, after the match. And then you can show it off to "Mr. Clinton", as I move onto Final Initiation to become the NEW HcW World Heavyweight Champion...... FINALLY!!!! And that's JUST how it is! I was in my locker room, after my match, drinking a nice cold Dr. Pepper, when Lance Mikes came in, with a smile. What the fuck was he smiling at? Like we were friends or something. Bitch, you're bald. Why the fuck would I like you? Snakebite: What are you smiling at? He shook it off, acting like if he wanted to, he could knock my head off my shoulders. Bitch please! Where were you in the Xtreme Title Invitational? Mr. Greeney was in it. Where were you? Lance Mikes: I don't have time for you shit, Snake. I'm only hear to inform you of your match next week. I already knew what my match was. I log onto prowrestling.com, all the time. Doesn't he know you can't keep a secret in the wrestling business, these days? You don't have to tell anyone, and your surprises get online, still. It's like the people who run these sites, can read people's minds or some shit. That, or Notradamus works for them. Snakebite: Yeah, I'm getting a Qualifying Match for the main event of the first Pay-Per View. Lance Mikes: How did you know.....? Snakebite: Call me Snaketradamus. He looked very confused, as if he didn't get my joke. Or maybe he did, and was still confused on how I found out my match, for next week, already. I dunno. I can't REALLY read peole's minds. Regardless, I just smirked at his stupid ass. Snakebite: All I know is you just set up a fantastic main event for Final Initiation. Lance Mikes: And I hope it will be just that; a fantastic main event. I guess Lance decided to give up the investigation of who let out his little secret. I bet he doesn't know I knew Taryn Terror was going to join Natural Selection, before it actually happened, too. Snakebite: It will be. Trust me.... this won't be the first time me and my Final Initation opponent went a round. I smirked, as Lance looked at me confused. Lance Mikes: How does anyone know who won the match, tonight, already? I haven't even figured that out, yet. We're still revieweing the tapes. Snakebite: And when y'all finally open y'all eyes, you'll see that Shanel White won the match. And at Final Initiation it will Shanel White versus yours truly.... and I'm not talking about YOU. Of coarse I was referring to Lance Mikes' wack ass nickname. He prolly came up with that nickname, after signing the bottom of a letter or something. Faggot. Snakebite: Anyways, I'm about to beat my meat, so if you don't mind.... please leave. Lance looked at me oddly, like he's never beat his meat before. Whatever. Everyone masturbates..... Lance Mikes: Good luck next week.... With that said, my bald headed boss left my locker room, as I finished my Dr. Pepper, and started thinking about next week. I've got another jobber to beat. Thanks, Lance..... |
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| Snakebite | Feb 23 2008, 06:10 PM Post #4 |
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![]() Sometimes in life, you get handed opportunities. That's what has happened to me this week. The boss man wanted me to go to Final Initiation, and be crowned the HcW World Heavyweight Champion. Why? Because I am the only Heavyweight from the old era, still here. Some would argue that Highlander is still here. The truth is..... Highlander was only bought back for a few weeks, to get the old fans to come watch. But as they all slowly fall in love with the new guys, you'll watch Highlander slowly fade away from the television screen. I'm what's left. I'm the old guy, who is young enough to hang with the new guys. Hell, I'm so popular with the new guys that HcW Xtreme Champion Gerard Christ actually approached me backstage, and asked if I'd like to join Natural Selection. My answer? Well.... I didn't give him one. I just put that question in my Book of Possibilities I made after watching the movie "Last Holiday", with Queen Latifah. Right now, my main focus is going into Final Initation, looking the best I've ever looked. Making sure no one cuts me off, like last time, as I went into Till Death Do Us Part, anticipating a victory over Highlander to become HcW World Champion, then. That's not going to happen the time around! I will make it to the dance, and I will walk out Prom King. Who's my Prom Queen? Maybe the lady the camera found in my bed, on the webcast put out last week? No. She's just my sweet something. My Prom Queen will be the gold that I will wear around my waist after March third. The one thing I've never had a chance to hold. The one thing I've never been able to add on to my resume. The one thing that makes it hard to go to sleep at night, knowing I've never possessed. I can't live like this anymore. I can't live knowing I'm an HcW elite, and I've never even been champion. Some have gone as far as saying that I stand next to guys like Highlander, Taurus, Kaylen Cloud, Shaun Van Bryant, and Trinity Douglas..... among others. But how? I've never been where they've been. I've never felt what they've felt. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that this Monday, I'm walking out with my third victory. And Gladiator..... you will walk out with your second loss. And the funniest thing was that this guy had the nerve to call me. I look at my caller ID, and see Special Ed Retard, and wonder...... what the fuck? So I answer, and there is that familiar voice I heard one night at Hell, when his faggot ass asked me for an autograph. Anyways, he asks me on the phone if I could take it easy on him this Monday. YES! He asked me if I could take it easy on him. He said that he's never had a shot at the World Title. So I laughed in his face, and proceeded to hang the phone up. Of coarse you've never had a World Title shot! You lost your debut match. How did you got into the World Title Qualifying Match with me? Well.... I think I can now answer that crazy question. Rumour has it that management have been very impressed by your actions, backstage, on television. They think you are giving them ratings. And I mean.... I guess it is something to tell your friends. "Hey.... did you see that big giant guy going around asking people for their autographs, and mistaken them for other celebrities?". That IS ratings. But buddy, know that that is the ONLY reason you've been put in this match. Managment doesn't expect you to win. They expect you to entertain. You're like the Eugene of HcW, and that's all you'll ever be. So live with it! And as for me....... after this Monday, you're looking at the first HcW World Champion of this era. Whether you like it or not...... it's going to happen. And that's JUST how it is! |
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| The Gladiator | Feb 24 2008, 02:03 AM Post #5 |
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HcW Most Confused Superstar
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.:Message to Snakebite:. (The lights just went off in the arena as all the people have filed out. The show was a great success as everyone had a great night. Kids came to see their favorite superstars, the guy who cheers for the bad guy just to annoy the other person next to them. And the parents who wish their kids would have never discovered these things. Everyone is back in there cars heading home loving what they watched. Even the parents. Most of the wrestlers have already and showered. There are a few who are still talking with others and figuring things out. The camera pans around the empty arena to the entrance where we see The Gladiator walking the entrance way to the ring. He is still in his wrestling attire. He walks towards the ring and as soon has he gets there and puts one leg up on the ring followed by the other. He steps over the ring ropes and walks to the middle of the ring. He looks around the arena and then raises his arms in the hair as if he just won a match. He puts down his arms and walks over the other side of ring and climbs out. He walks over to where the mics are and picks one up and walks back over to the ring and climbs back in. He walks to the middle of the ring once again.) The Gladiator: Jake The Snake! You said a little while ago that “I'm what's left. I'm the old guy”. You know that is right, and Yes, I am a young guy. See you had your chance three years ago. Hell you won the King of Kings tournament. That’s awesome man, but the matter of a fact is that I am the young guy. In reality I have a better chance of winning this then you do Jake. Your old like you said, you have been injured. I haven’t, you had your chance, I haven’t. You have no chance of beating me this week. Face it. I know I lost my match last week. And I also know that I was not supposed to be in this position. The guy that was supposed to be in this match is the man who beat me last week. So who cares what has happened in the past to lead up to what we are about to embark on? Let the fact be known that you and I will face of in this very ring Monday night to find out who is going to the pay per view to try to win the Championship! (The Gladiator puts down the mic by his leg and walks around the ring a few times. He poses again to the empty arena and then puts the mic back up to his mouth to talk again.) The Gladiator: So you are looking forward to spending time with your prom queen huh? Well that’s just fine, but I’m going to tell you this much. It’s not going to be that belt. That belt is going to be going around my come the pay per view. Sure I asked you to take it easy on me as well. Hell, I don’t want you to run out of breath or anything. I just knew that your old as dirt and I just wanted to make sure you would be ok. It would be a shame if we had a HcW original die because he can’t perform in the ring. You know what I mean? You can also call me retarded if you would like, but I know I’m not and that is all that matters. And yes, I am ratings. Ill just leave that at that. (The Gladiator drops the mic and walks to the ring ropes. He steps over them and then steps down to the ground. He starts walking back up the ramp way as the scene fades to black) .:Meeting a Legend:. (The Gladiator is walking backstage after cutting a promo in the ring that is in a empty arena. He walks until he spots Glen. Glen is talking to some people that have some headsets on and with some papers. The Gladiator walks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Glen turns around) Glen: Yes, May I help you? The Gladiator: It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. McMahon! Can I have your autograph? Glen: Excuse me? The Gladiator: Yeah. Could I? Glen: Let me tell you something son. For one, I’m not Mr. McMahon, I am Glen, I’m the former owner of this place. Second, you cant have a autograph if you don’t know who I am. The Gladiator: Why be a bitch? You’re a multi billionaire. Oh, I know why, you just play with your money and forget about the people who made it for you huh? Glen: Listen. I’m not Mr. McMahon. I am Glen! The Gladiator: Yeah whatever old man. Your just like Jake the Snake. Your old, grumpy and rude to everyone. See this is why the young wrestlers hate people like you old people. Jake said that everyone looks up to him because he is the oldest guy here. The hell they do. We look down on you old people. We will take over it will be a matter of time. Glen: Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! (Just as Glen gets done saying that his face is met with a huge right cross by The Gladiator. Glen goes down to the concrete floor. Glen raises his head to see The Gladiator walking off in the distance.) Glen: You’ll pay for this asshole! (We watch Glen get up as the scene fades to black.) |
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