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| Final Initiation Results - 03/03/08; Pay Per View Results | |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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[align=center]![]() Show: Final Initiation Date: 03/03/2008 Venue: Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada Ticket Information: Sold Out! OOC Note: -- First off, i'd like to thank everyone who roleplayed for the great turn out this week. Now the main event was a close decision. Well done to everyone on the card, you made the first PPV a brilliant one. Secondly I'd like to thank everyone who helped write matches and for people who sent in segments aswell, much appreciated people. I tried to make the matches as good as I could, enjoy the results peeps. [/align] [align=center] ![]() The Feeling: I Thought It Was Over Official soundtrack of Final Initiation [/align] WARNING: Unauthorized Interception Or Reciept Prohibited!!! This HcW event is the exclusive property of Hardcore Championship Wrestling, Inc. This Pay-Per View may not be recorded, rebroadcast, retansmitted, or otherwise distributed in any manner whatsoever without the express written consent of HcW Inc. Federal law provides for civil penalties and criminal penalties against any violators. Unauthorized Viewers Beware And Be Forewarned!! [As The theme music, "I Thought It Was Over" by The Feeling starts to play the HcW Logo flashes on the screen and then the Final Initiation logo appears with a small sponser in the corner which reads, "Sponsored by Orange Fanta". The intro video begins to play as we see some footage from Monday Night Hell. We see Natural Selection putting Gabriel Ohio and Jarrell Howard through the glass wind screen. We see the ending of the Tyke Index and Shanel White match as well as Snakebite and The Gladiator. Then writing appears. ONE CHAMPION!! ONE NIGHT!! [Final Initiation comes live from Las Vegas, Nevada.] Al Locker: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. We're here at the sold out Orleans Arena, Las Vegas. Alan Carcia: That's right folks Final Initiation is upon us and what a night we have in store. Al Locker: We have Justin Thomas taking on Gerard Christ for the Xtreme Wrestling Championship, We have Shanel White taking on Jarrell Howard for the No Limits Trophy in a Trophy Case Match. Alan Carcia: That's just a few of the matches. What's with the Trophy Case Match. No one knows the rules yet. I'm sure we'll find out before the match starts though. Al Locker: To kick things off we have two new wrestlers, Roxas Knoxx and Johnny Chaos. Richard Bassett: Welcome Ladies and gentlemen to Final Initiation... This is the opening contest.. Introducing first.... [align=center]Debut Match Johnny Chaos vs Roxas Knoxx[/align] ["BOOM" by POD hits the PA Speakers as Smoke fills the stage, then right at the words "BOOM" Pyro ignites on the stage and out steps Johnny Chaos to immense booing from the crowd.] Richard Bassett: From Kansas City, Missouri.... Johnny Chaos!! [He smirks and continues his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He hops on a turnbukle and mocks the fans with a taunt before getting back down.] Alan Carcia: We've seen this guy wrestle here in HcW before Locker. Al Locker: That's right Carcia, lets hope he brings his A game today! Richard Bassett: Now.. Introducing his opponent... [The lights dimmed down slowly, everyone fell silent as a strip of light purple lights flickered on and through the lights it actually looked like it was raining at the top of the ramp as "Tears Don't Fall" by Bullet for my Valentine began to play from the speakers, everyone knew what was coming now. Roxas walked out slowly, the hood over her head as she walked into complete view. Stepping out onto the ramp a little ways she stopped and threw the hood off throwing her arms out and when she did it was like a shower of fireworks behind her and then a loud bang.] Richard Bassett: From.. Knoxville, Tennesse.... Roxas.. Knoxx!! [She then smiled and made her way down the ramp. Stopping at the ring she grabbed the rope and hopped up onto the apron, leaning back on the ropes and flipping back into the ring.] Al Locker: The first match is under way folks, and what a night it is going to be [Roxas and Chaos go for a grapple in the center of the ring, Roxas manages to irish whip Chaos into the ropes. Roxas goes for a drop kick but Chaos holds onto the ropes and Roxas crashes into the canvas, then rolls around in pain.] Al Locker: What a start to this contest [Chaos attempts to apply a boston crab on on Roxas but she manages to wriggle out of and catches Chaos un aware and rolls him up for a pin!] 1 2 [Kick Out!] Al Locker: That was a close call Alan Carcia: Roxas nearly caught Chaos out there Al Locker: She sure did [Both Roxas and Chaos get back to there feet and stare at one another. They again go for a grapple which results in Chaos throwing Roxas into the ropes, Chaos ducks down looking to toss Roxas over his shoulder and into the air, but Roxas realises what he's trying to do and she delivers a DDT to Chaos. Roxas lifts Chaos to his feat. Chaos eye gouges Roxas then runs at the ropes and hits Roxas with a spear.] Al Locker: My God thats gotta do it [Chaos goes for a cover.] 1 2 [Roxas kicks out.] Al Locker: My my, i thought this match was said and done there folks [Roxas holds her side in pain while Chaos pulls her to her feet by the hair.] Al Locker: Show some dam respect to the lady Alan Carcia: Hey its a wrestling match Locker, He can do what he likes! [Roxas stumbles about Chaos delivers a vertical suplex then goes for another cover.] 1 2 [Roxas kicks out last second.] [Chaos goes ballistic at the referee!] Al Locker: Chaos has lost it [Roxas is slowly starting to get up. Chaos starts to stalk her from behind. She gets to her feet and turns around and gets nailed with an Extreme Make Over. Johnny goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: The winner of the match.. Johnny.. Chaos! [After the first match clears up, the cameras go backstage, where we see random superstars having a good time at the first HCW pay per veiw.] Al Locker: It seems as if our staff and wrestlers are really enjoying our first pay per veiw in lovely Las Vegas Nevada! Alan Carcia: Oh yeah, nothing could be better than gambling, wrestling and show girls! The HCW is hot right now! I heard this was the hottest ticket in town this weekend! [The camera keep moving back, where random show girls are making their way backstage, we go out to the back area where people are no longer arriving, but soon we see a long limo pull up, a white stretch. The crowd start to cheer a little thinking we are about to see someone arrive.] Al Locker: Hmm...I wonder who this could be? I thought all the superstars have arrived, and according to the list...Nobody is supposed to arrive right now. Alan Carcia: Could be the boss? Could be another batch of show girls, this is Vegas! Anything can happen Al! Al Locker: Well folks, we will get someone on this as soon as possible, but right now, we have some more matches to take care of! [The cameras go back to ringside.] [align=center]Singles Echo vs Shawn Stevens[/align] ["FMLYHM" by Seether blasts over the pa as she steps out on the ramp, she has a evil smirk on her face, ands she walks down the ramp.] Richard Bassett: Introducing first... from Toronto Ontario Canada... Echo.. Rayne! [She glares at the fans that have their hands out her her to slap, but she does nothing just laughs at them and pulls herself to the apron. She turns around and makes a nasty gesture to the crowd, before flipping over the top rope backwards and testing the ropes awaiting her opponent.] Al Locker: Another new signing there folks. Alan Carcia: And what a signing she is guys, just look at her... Al Locker: Down boy, down! Richard Bassett: Now introducing her opponent... [The lights flicker and dim...The rattling of chains can be heard before the slam of a cell door. Wait and Bleed kicks on and he slowly appears from the back, Winkie in one hand, the other a closed fist in the air.] Richard Bassett: From.. Jacksonville, Florida... Shawn... Stevens!! [His pace to the ring is purposeful, and is accented by the ignoring of all cheers and boos that rain down around him.] Al Locker: This is Echos first match in HcW folks... this should be interesting. Alan Carcia: Thats right Locker, Shawn Stevens is an up and coming star here in HcW. [Stevens and Echo lock up! Stevens rakes Echo in the eye! Stevens sends Echo into the ropes! Stevens hits a tilt a whirl backbreaker! Stevens picks up Echo and looks for a bodyslam! Echo sneaks out the back way and drops Echo with a side Russian leg sweep! Echo goes to the top rope. She awaits Stevens to reach her feet. Echo nails a missile dropkick! Echo makes the cover.] 1 2 [kick out!] Alan Carcia: Near fall there! Al Locker: Stevens still has something left in the tank. [Echo picks up Stevens and nails him with a couple of forearm smashes. Echo grabs Stevens head and drops him in a bulldog! Echo stalks Stevens! Echo looks for a chick kick! Stevens grabs her leg, spins her around and nails an over head belly to belly suplex sending Echo all the way to the outside!] Al Locker: That one hadda hurt! Alan Carcia: Echo is down! [Stevens follows Echo to the outside. Stevens picks up Echo and throws her full force into the steel steps! 3…4…5 the referee is administering a count on both participants. Stevens balances Echo on the ring post! Stevens charges at Echo! Echo moves out the way and Stevens head crashes into the ring post! Stevens is bust open! Al Locker: Stevens is bleeding! Alan Carcia: This could be the turning point, what a resourceful move from Echo! [Echo rolls Stevens into the ring. Echo nails a chick kick to the head! Echo then gets up immediately and follows her momentum up with a double moonsault! Echo makes the cover! 1 2 [kick out!] [Echo goes to apply the figure four leglock! Stevens reverses it into a small cradle!] 1 2 [kick out!] Al Locker: Wow, Echo was nearly caught out big time there! Alan Carcia: This match is back and forth action, who is going to win!? [Stevens nails Echo with a clothesline, places Echo on the top rope! Echo nails Stevens with some fists before Stevens can nail the superplex! Echo hits the Rayne Effect!!! Echo makes the cover] 1 2 3!!! Al Locker: Echo has won this match! Alan Carcia: What an impressive showing from the girl! She is going to be a force to be reckoned with, she just beat a very credible wrestler in Stevens here! Richard Bassett: The winner of this match..... Echo!! ::HcW Shopzone Advert:: ![]() £12.50 GBP $25.00 USD HcW brings you Snakebite's T-Shirt, Don't miss out on this quality T-Shirt. Buy now before its too late. ::Show Resumes:: [align=center]Arm Wrestling Contest Lance Mikes Vs Mr Greeney[/align] Al Locker: Folks what comes next is an arm wrestling contest with two of the biggest ego's in all of wrestlings history Alan Carcia: I can't believe we are just about to witness Mr Greeney and Lance Mikes go at it in a arm wrestling contest?!? Al Locker: This should be interesting ["Living On A Prayer" By Bon Jovi hits the PA system and here comes Mr Greeney. Mr Greeney starts to walk to the ring, while giving the fans a dirty look.] Al Locker: Well here comes Mr Greeney [Mr Greeney nears the ring and takes one final look around at the crowd.] Richard Bassett: Ladies and gentlemen its time for the ARM WRESTLING CONTEST!!! First making his way to the ring.....MR GREENEYYY!! [Mr Greeney gets into the ring and grabs the mic from Bassett.] Mr Greeney: Will you shut the fuck up, you piece of crap....GET OUT OF THE RING..fucking dick head! [Richard Bassett almost falls to his death trying to exit the ring but manages to keep on his feet.] Al Locker: Mr Greeney is in a happy mood I see Alan Carcia: Shut it [Mr Greeney looks on at the arm wrestling table which is set up. He walk over to it then puts the mic to his mouth.] Mr Greeney: Lance Mikes get your ass out here.....NOW! Al Locker: And these two are to referee and enfroce our main event tonight folks...However will they be able to do that ['always' by Saliva hits as Lance Mikes appears on the ramp way. He has on a pair of track suit bottoms and a white vest. He has a huge smirk on his face.] Al Locker: Ohh here comes Lance Mikes! Alan Carcia: This should be fun [Lance Mikes makes his way to the ring and looks on at Mr Greeney who is doing some streches and posing at the crowd with his muscles or lack of muscles. You decide on that one at home.] Al Locker: Well Lance mikes is about to enter the ring [Mr Greeney Looks down on Bassett who is searching for a mic to introduce Lance Mikes Mr Greeney: FUCK YOU Bassett [Lance just looks at Greeney, staring a hole through him.] Mr Greeney: Making his way to the ring.. yeah thats him Lance Mikes.. whoopie fucking dooo... [Lance Mikes slides into the ring and goes straight for Greeney. Greeney runs behind a ref and places the ref between him and Mikes.] Alan Carcia: Haha Al Locker: Thats how tough Mr Greeney is folks Carcia: You be quiet... He's one hard man is Mr Greeney [Lance Mikes laughs at Greeney then takes his position at the arm wrestling bench. He waits for Mr Greeney. Mr Greeney looks on at Mikes the raises his shoulders and smirks. Mr Greeney then takes his position then steps back and dusts himself down. Lance Mikes looks at the crowd, then shakes his head at Greeney.] Al Locker: Looks like Mr Greeney wasn't ready Alan Carcia: I thought Lance Mikes tried punching him there!? [Mr Greeney gives a huge sigh then takes his place again.] Al Locker: Maybe this time we will get some where [The referee asks both men to place there hands together..which the both do] Referee: Ok guys lets get this unde.... [Mr Greeney pulls away once more... Mr Greeney starts to indicate that Lance Mike's finger nails are too long and digging into him.] Crowd: Asshole.....Asshole....ASSHOLE!! Al Locker: What now? Alan Carcia: Lance Mikes is trying to cheat.. I seen it [The referee takes alook at Lance Mikes's hands and finds nothing wrong.. He then asks Mr Greeney to get on with it. Mr Greeney feels both of his arms then bends down and touches his toes.] Al Locker: Well anyone would think Mr Greeney is about to run at the Olympics Alan Carcia: I can assure you Locker that this match means more then some drug run for a gold chocolate coin! [Mr Greeney takes his position once more.] Referee: Right guys... Al Locker: Its on now! [Mr Greeney and Lance Mikes both start to go at it. Mr Greeney is instantly red in the face..Lance Mikes has the upper hand from the start in this contest. Mr Greeney tries to add his other arm to help support him. The referee interveens and stops Mr Greeney cheating.] [b[Al Locker:[/b] Lance Mikes is about to do it Carcia: Damn no! [The crowd start to scream!] Al Locker: What the!?!?? [Dark Shadow and Gerard Christ both slide into the ring after coming through the crowd. Lance Mikes almost puts Mr Greeney's arm down just as he gets attacked from beind by Natural Selection.] Al Locker: DAMNN them !!! Its Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow.. They have no business being out here! [Lance Mikes gets kicked in the head and falls to the canvas. Dark Shadow checks on Mr Greeney's well being as Gerard Christ takes off his Xtreme Championship title.] Al Locker: I dont like the look of this Carcia: Lance Mikes is out cold [Mr Greeney points at Lance Mikes, then Dark Shadow lifts Mikes to his feet and starts to bad mouth him. Dark Shadow then holds Mikes from behind. Gerard Christ then runs at Mikes and hits him with the Xtreme title.] Al Locker: God no!!!! Those bastards! Alan Carcia: I dunno what to say [Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow both pull spray cans out of the pockets and start to spray on Lance Mikes's back. Gerard Christ sprays an "N" while Dark Shadow sprays an "S".] Al Locker: This is out of order. I didn't see this happening! [Both Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow laugh while still checking on Mr Greeney.] Al Locker: Don't tell me Mr Greeney is with Natural Selection Alan Carcia: It looks that way [All three leave the ring, and leave a helpless Lance Mikes who's being attended to by EMT's.] Al Locker: Lance Mikes is in a state and those three are going off celebrating what they have done to Mikes Alan Carcia: Lance Mikes isn't moving! Al Locker: Seemingly enough Mr Greeney went off with Natural Selection, what does this mean? He has aligned himself with them? Alan Carcia: This could smell trouble for Lance Mikes and HcW all together. [align=center] Singles Match Cyclone vs Matthew Heart[/align] [Thoughts of a dieing atheiest by MUSE hits the PA system and Cyclone begings to make his way to the ring] Richard Bassett: The following contest is for one fall... first making his way to the ring..... CYCCCLOOONNEEE Cyclone makes his way to the ring, he then makes his way up the steps then enters the ring Cyclone puts himself over to the fans who in small numbers give a response ["Clumsy" by Our Lady Peace thunders throughout the arena as light blue flashing lights hit the Titantron. Arms raised, Matthew Heart walks through the velvet curtains into the arena. Smiling his trademark arrogant smile, Matthew Heart slowly walks down the rampway, scratching the bridge of his nose and wiping his mouth. In his hand, Matthew Heart has a drink bottle which he drinks whilst walking down the ramp. He downs the last of it before throwing the empty bottle in the crowd and slides beneath the bottom rope.] Richard Bassett: His oponent......Matthew Heart!! Al Locker: This guy is in fantastic shape Alan Carcia: Im not to sure on Cyclone's chances here [The bell rings and the match is underway. Cyclone charges at Heart and dives at him. Heart catches Cyclone with ease and shifts Cyclone up onto his shoulder and slams Cyclone to the cancvas with huge velocity. The ring almost shakes with the impact from the slam. Matthew Hear gets to his feet and looks down at Cyclone.] Al Locker: This Matthew Heart looks impressive here on his HcW debut [Matthew Heart climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks on at Cyclone who is trying to get to his feet. he then manages to get to his feet yet a little wobbly. Matthew Heart hits Cyclone with a Missle Dropkick !!! Matthew Heart gets to his feet and drags a lifeless Cyclone to his. Matthew Heart then hits Cyclone with Heart Broken!!] Al Locker: MY GOD!! Cyclone is out cold! Alan Carcia: Hearts setting Cyclone up for another! [Matthew Heart delivers a second Heart Broken to Cyclone. blood starts to trickle from the back of Cyclones head. Heart goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: The winner of this match....Matthew Heart!! Al Locker: What a debut, did Matthew Heart even break a sweat Alan Carcia: I don't think so, what a debut [Matthew Heart leaves the ring as EMT's rush by to attend to Cyclone.] Al Locker: Well next up folks we have the Trophy case match up!! [align=center]HcW No Limits Trophy Match Trophy Case Match Jarrell Howard vs Shanel White[/align] ["My Lifestyle" starts playing as the lyrics began to pour out. At "Yo Yo" Jarrell Howard jumps out of the curtain with a small grin on his face. He begins jumping up and down, just warming up to the beat of the music.] Richard Bassett: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Trophy Case Match.. Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan.... Jarrell Howard!! [When the hook of the song came, Jarrell made his best effort to run down the ramp, running down the isle, and quickly sliding into the ring. He circulates the ring, and finally come down to the middle of it, waiting for his opponent enter.] Al Locker: This kid is impressive Alan Carcia: And so is his opponent Shanel White. [The lights go dark as 'Shawty is the Shit" starts to play. The lights in the arena start to flash purple, white and blue as Shanel comes up through the floor, posing on a chair, in the middle of the entryway.] Richard Bassett: Now.. Introducing his opponent.. from New York City, New York.... Shanel White! [There is a huge all white explosion as she gets up from the chair and slowly makes her way down the ramp and on to the apron of the ring. She then flips over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring, and dances slowly to her music.] Al Locker: We still don't know the rules.. Alan Carcia: I'm getting word Lance Mikes is standing by backstage so over to you Mr Mikes. [The titantron comes on with a interview area set up with a Final Initiation set. Lance Mikes is stood with a bandage around his torso and a bandage around his head from the attack earlier on.] Lance Mikes: Now you're all probably wondering what the rules are, right? So let me make this quick cause i've got a huge headache.. Now Jarrell, Shanel... you see the ladders outside the ring.. You see the trophy back there with Richard Bassett who by the way, your doing a great job fuck what Glen said... Anyway... Now you see that big shelf looking thing suspended above the ring... the only way to win this match is to first pin your opponent to be eligible to start the climb.... You can then get the trophy from over there and set up a ladder in the ring.. Climb the ladder and place the trophy on the stand. [Jarrell and Shanel look at each other and then back at Lance.] Lance Mikes: oh yeah.. and good luck to the both of you. [Lance has a smirk on his face as the titantron fades to black as he begins to walk off. Jarrell and Shanel start the match.] Al Locker: My god folks this could get ugly.. Alan Carcia: this won't be for the weak hearted, I assure you. [Jarrell and Shanel quickly lock up in the centre of the ring. Jarrell over powers Shanel and backs her up into the corner and the referee asks for a clean break. Jarrell slowly backs off and goes back to the centre of the ring. Shanel runs out of the corner and gets taken down with an arm drag from Jarrell. Jarrell pulls Shanel up and hits her with a quick snap suplex and then Jarrell quick gets up. He yanks Shanel up from the ring mat by her hair and whips her across to the other side of the ring. She bounces off the ropes and Jarrell hits a back body drop on her as she comes crashing down with impact. Shanel is clearing in pain as she holds her back but Jarrell doesnt let up, he picks her up again and this time whips her into the turnbuckle as she holds her back again Jarrell runs in for a splash but Shanel manages to move out of the way.] Al Locker: Jarrell taking charge of this match early on Carcia. Alan Carcia: Jarrell ils looking to finish this quickly [With Jarrell in the corner Shanel begins to lay into him with boots to the mid-section, not once, twice, but five, six times. Shanel then pulls Jarrell out of the corner by his head and hits a standing vertical suplex on him. She gets up slowly and yanks Jarrell up by his head and whips him across the ring. As Jarrell comes back he ducks under the clothesline attempt from Shanel. Shanel turns around as Jarrell comes back, this time Shanel ducks the clothesline. Jarrell hits the ropes again and Shanel runs towards Jarrell. They both go for a clothesline and knock each other down.] Al Locker: Woow this match is heating up now Alan. Alan Carcia: This could go either way now Locker. [Shanel starts to move slowly as does Jarrell. Jarrell gets to his feet before Shanel as her back is in pain. Jarrell hits a running neck breaker on Shanel taking her down. He gets up and lifts her up again by the hair and plants her back down with a DDT. Jarrell goes for the cover.] 1 2 thr- [Shanel kicks out just before the three.] Al Locker: OH! Jarrell almost had the first fall in this match up [Jarrell can't believe it. He drags Shanel up to her feet and sets her up for a power bomb. He lifts her up high and then slams her down hard. Jarrell goes towards the ropes and slides outside of the ring. He picks up one of the ladders on the floor and turns to face the ring. Shanel hits a baseball slide into the ladder knocking Jarrell back into the barriers. Shanel slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and starts to lay into Jarrell with boots to the stomach. She kicks him about four or five times and then lifts him up and slams him head first into the barrier. She rolls Jarrell back into the ring and slides in her self. She kicks Jarrell in the gut and sets him up for a Pedegree but Jarrell manages to get free. Shanel goes for a clothesline but Jarrell ducks again. Shanel turns to face Jarrell who kicks her in the guts and sets her up for a suplex. He lifts her up and brings her down with a brain buster, a move he calls Downsize.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: Jarrell Howard is now eligible to place the trophy on the stand. [Jarrell gets up and slides out of the ring. He picks up the same ladder as before and slides it into the ring. He slides in behind it. Jarrell lifts Shanel up and puts her into the corner and whips her across to the other side. Jarrell runs in with a running drop kick on Shanel which lays her out. Jarrell goes and picks the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He goes outside and snatches the trophy from the ring keepers desk and slides into the ring with it. Shanel has managed to get to her knees by this time and she slowly gets to her feet as Jarrell waits for her to turn around. Shanel turns around and gets nailied with the trophy in the gut.] Al Locker: My god! I feel sorry for Shanel right now. Alan Carcia: This match up could be over, Shanel isn't even eligible to climb the ladder yet Locker. [Jarrell slowly starts to climb the ladder. Shanel slowly pulls her self up.] Al Locker: How can she still get up after all the punishment she has taken. Alan Carcia: I don't know Locker, but this is impressive from both [She climbs to top turnbuckle as Jarrell begins to get closer to the top of the ladder. Shanel jumps off the top rope, hitting a flying neck breaker on Jarrell Howard.] Al Locker: OH MY GOD! Alan Carcia: What a devasting move by Shanel. Al Locker: Both are out, she needs to capitalize.. [Shanel and Jarrell are both out on the ring floor. Shanel manages to turn her self over and put her arm over Jarrell for the cover.] 1 2 thre-- [Jarrell manages to kick out just before the referees hand hits the mat.] Al Locker: That had to be a three count... The referee was counting a little slow don't ya think? Alan Carcia: I can't believe it Locker! I just can't believe it, he kicked out! [Shanel slowly starts to get her self to her knees as Jarrell starts to move a little. Shanel manages to get to her feet using Jarrell to help her. She pulls Jarrell up who is leaning on her for support and Shanel kicks him in the gut and sets him up once again for the pedegree. She plants him face first with the pedegree and rolls him onto his back and goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: Shanel White is now eligible to place the trophy on the stand. [Shanel sees the ladder set up and the trophy on the floor. She picks up the trophy and slowly begins to climb the ladder. Jarrell has managed to get himself up but really slowly at the time Shanel is climbing and near the top of the ladder. Jarrell starts to climb the ladder on the other side and they eventually meet at the top. Jarrell tries to pull the trophy from Shanel who is pulling it back. Jarrell punches Shanel which makes her drop the trophy to the ground. Jarrell grabs Shanel and smashes her face into the top of the ladder. Jarrell jumps over Shanel, grabbing her and slamming her down with a flip power bomb.] Al Locker: MY GOD! Alan Carcia: What a move... Jarrell could have this match won now... [Jarrell is on the floor and picks up the trophy as he slowly gets to his feet. Jarrell walks to the ladder and climbs it from the same side he did before. Shanel is out on the floor still, slowly trying to pull her self up with the ropes. Jarrell manages to get to the top of the ladder with the trophy as Shanel can't manage to pull her self up. Jarrell places to trophy on the stand.] DING DING! Richard Bassett: The winner of this match... and NEEWW No Limit Trophy Holder.... Jarrell Howard!! [He takes the trophy from the top of the stand and climbs down. He walks to exit the ring but then turns around and walks over to Shanel. He puts the trophy down and helps her up.] Al Locker: What a show of sportsmanship here folks. [Shanel gets to her feet with the help of Jarrell and Jarrell lifts her arm up and holds the trophy up aswell.] [align=center]HcW Xtreme Wrestling Championship Weapons On A Pole Match Gerard Christ vs Justin Thomas[/align] Al Locker: Here it is folks, the Xtreme Wrestling Championship match. I can't wait to see what happens. Look at all those weapons to be used. Richard Bassett: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall in a Weapons on a Pole match. Each turnbuckle has a weapon attached to a pole, those weapons can be used without disqualification. The only way to win is by either pinfall, submission, or count out. [Sounds of lense shutters hit first than "Slither" by Metallica blares over the p.a. system while the lights turn gold and center on the entrance way. Justin walks out and acts very concieted, he recieves mixed reactions from the fans.] Richard Bassett: Introducing first the contender coming from New York City, New York; standing at six feet one inch and weighing in at 224 lbs Justin Thomas. [He throws hands full of money into the crowd while golden pyro shoots out. He walks up to a few ladies and tells them to kiss him, when they go in for the kiss he backs away and laughs at them. Justin slides into the ring and jumps up onto the top rope doing a motion of of a picture frame with his hands eyeballing it. He takes off his sunglasses and throws them into the crowd. Justin jumps down from the ropes and waits. The arena lights on go out and are replaced by two red spot lights aimin at the top of teh ramp, as teh intro to 4 words hits.] Richard Bassett: And his opponent from London, England standing at six feet, one inch and weighing one hundred eighty five pounds. He is your current Xtreme Wrestling Champion Gerard Christ. ["Bullet For My Valentine" begins playing over the pa system, and out steps Gerard Christ. The fans go wild as he walks down the ramp. He gets to the ring and climbs in. Gerard walks to the center of the ring and raises his fist in the air sending a barrage of red pyros from each corner, the red spot lights vanish and the house lights return.] Alan Carcia: It's finally time to start, I can't wait. [The referee checks both men and rings the bell. The men meet in the middle of the ring and exchange chops. Justin goes for another chop but Gerard ducks and begins taking full advantage. Gerard lands chops and backs Justin into the corner, Gerard climbs the turnbuckle and starts punching Justin 1...2...3...4...5... Justin gains a bit of energy and shoves Gerard off the turnbuckle. Gerard lands on his back. The two share a glare before Justin begins stomping on Gerard's head.] Alan Carcia: I would never have expected this match to have been a battle of brute force. Al Locker: Well would you expect, if I knew it's just only a matter of time before I'm getting hit with metal I'd try to make sure my opponent couldn't climp up to get them either. [Justin has picked Gerard up and quickly lands a snap suplex, he goes for another but Gerard blocks it. Justin tries again but once again is blocked. Justin releases and Gerard quickly latches on and hits a belly to belly suplex. Gerard runs to the corner and jumps onto the top turnbuckle and grabs a chair off the pole.] Alan Carcia: Well here we go, it was only a matter of time before someone grabbed something. [Gerard jumps off the turnbuckle and gets hit with a superkick to the face; the chair drops to the mat. Gerard seems to be out, Justin quickly goes for the cover 1...Justin gets his feet onto the rop to hold Gerard down...2...the referee notices and ends the count. Justin argues with the referee and Gerard rolls Justin over with a school boy 1...2...Justin kicks out. Both get to their feet and again exchange punches; Gerard blocks a punch, kicks Justin in the gut and lands a stiff ddt. Gerard jumps up and quickly drops down with a knee to the stomach, again drops down with a leg drop onto the neck of Justin. Gerard rolls over and grabs the chair, he begins hitting Justin over and over. He stops and backs away, he tells Justin to get up. Justin begins rolling around and staggers back to his feet. Gerard cracks the chair over Justin's head. A bit of blood starts dripping down Justin's face as Justin drops to his knees, again another chair shot over the head. Gerard goes for a pinfall.] 1. 2.. [Kickout, somehow Justin got his shoulder up. Gerard gets up and tells the ref that it was a three count. The referee disagrees. Gerard walks away and goes to another turnbuckle. This time he pulls down a cloth bag. He looks inside and laughs.] Al Locker: Something tells me the way he's laughing, Justin isn't going to like what happens to him. Alan Carcia: I'm not quite sure after being whacked in the head with the chair, that he remembers there's a match going on. [Looking back on Justin the blood has begun dripping off his face down to his body. Gerard holds the bag open and flips it over, thumbtacks begin falling out into a pile on the mat. He lifts Justin up but Justin falls back down unable to hold himself up. The fans are popping loudly for the match.] Alan Carcia: I know here in HCW we give the fans what they want, but this is a man's body on the line. It may be time to stop this match. Al Locker: This match wont be over until there's a three count. [Again Gerard picks Justin up and this time holds him up by the hair, he says something to him looking him in the eyes and picks him up in a fireman's carry. He looks to throw Justin but Justin pushes himself off. He stumbles a bit but kicks Gerard in the knee, Gerard hobbles a bit that ends with Justin dropping Gerard with a bulldog onto the tacks. Both men are laid out on the mat.] Al Locker: Deffinately a desperation move, now it's just a matter of who gets to their feet first. [The referee checks on both men and begins a countout 1, 2, 3, 4 both men start to roll around 5, 6, 7 Justin pulls himself up with the ropes and holds on to them to keep standing and to break the ten count. Gerard pulls himself up, he's covered in tacks that are stuck in his body. He lunges at Justin and clotheslines both he and himself over the top. Gerard picks Justin up and slams him back first into the ring mat, he does it again, and then he irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Justin's head smacks off the turnbuckle and falls to the ground.] Alan Carcia: This match has gotta stop, this isn't even entertainment anymore. [Gerard goes to grab Justin but Justin toe hold drops Gerard into the ring steps. The referee is at 6 on his count out and Justin pulls himself up using the ring apron and slides under the bottom rope, he rolls back out and a new count begins. He grabs Gerard by the back of his shirt and drags him to the announcer's table. He pulls the moniters out of the announcer's table.] Al Locker: Hey wait a minute no one goes to your locker room and messes with anything...leave our desk alone. [Justin rolls Gerard onto the table and climbs on top of the barrier he jumps off with a leg drop onto Gerard that breaks through the table. Both men are down and we're currently at a 4 count. 5...6...7... Justin has got back to the ring and is trying to pull himself up ...8...9... Justin manages to roll into the ring. He tries to pull himself up and uses the ropes to do so, Gerard is still down. Justin stares out at Gerard and tells the referee to begin a new count. The referee does and Justin holds his hand up in triumph while using the other rope to hold himself up. The videotron flickers a bit as a voice begins talking. The fans reckonize it as Matthew Davis.] 'The Tormented Soul' Matthew Davis: Well well well, Justin it looks like you've got things well under control huh? [Justin shakes his head in a yes motion] 'The Tormented Soul' Matthew Davis: It's only a matter of time before things start crumbling for you, I'll give it to you, I would never have imagined someone that doesn't know me to have the balls to screw me over. You helped rip away from me what I most wanted. You tried to stop my goals, you tried to deny the Messiah of the abnormal and it's coming back to haunt you. It's only the beginning for you, I promised hell would tremble at my vengance and tonight the thirst begins to be quinched. You tried to take away from me what I worked so hard for, but I promise to you that I wont let them take me away. Wipe the blood from your eyes make sure you see this, make sure your blood is out of your ears for you'll want to hear this. My time is coming, but your time is up. [Suddenly an image flashes that Matthew Davis will be returning to action at Insanity. But Gerard has already gotten back in the ring, he has stalked out Justin and locks in the Sweet Dreams. Justin tries to fight out of it but to no avail. Both men drop to the mat and the referee asks if Justin wants to give up but he says no. He continues to try and get up but still can't, he tries to reach out for the ropes but Gerard rolls him away from it. He tries to pull himself to another rope but Gerard locks the submission in even deeper. Justin starts to lose conciousness but shows a bit of fight. He continues to refuse to give up but finally slips into unconciousness. The referee raises Justin's arm and it drops.] 1... [The referee raises his arm again and it drops.] 2... [The referee does it again and it falls a third time.] 3... [The referee calls for the bell.] Alan Carcia: With all the blood loss and Gerard cutting off his oxygen level that was the perfect choice to use. Smart move by our Xtreme Champion. Al Locker: Yeah but lets face facts this match very well could have been over had Matthew Davis not stuck himself where it doesn't belong. Alan Carcia: Yes sad to say, we may never know. [Back in the ring the medical staff is checking on Justin Thomas who's lost a lot of blood and still hasn't regained concious. Gerard looks on Justin and raises his arm and points nodding his head in respect while the medical staff checks on him. He puts Justin's hand down as he lifts the title as the fans celebrate.] Richard Bassett: And your winner by reason of not being able to be compete your current and reigning Xtreme Wrestling Champion Gerard Christ. [Gerard's music plays as he leaves the ring and we go to the announce table.] [align=center]Number One Contendership (HcW World Heavyweight Championship) Winner Goes On To Main Event At HcW Next PPV (Insanity) Vittori vs Dark Shadow[/align] Richard Bassett: The winner of this match will go to the Main Event at HcWs second Pay-Per-View.. Insanity... Introducing first. [Lights dim to near-black. The beginning of Indifference plays, then as the spoken-word ends and the guitars kick, white spotlight hits the stage where Donovan stands already.] Richard Bassett: From Chicago, Illinois.. Donovan Vittori! [He walks to the ring without acknowledging the fans, then climbs to the second turnbuckle and surveys the scene for a moment while camera flashes go off, then drops down to the mat and waits.] Al Locker: This match should be interesting [Critical Acclaim hits over the speakers and Dark Shadow is seen looking down at the ground, arms by his side and with a baseball bat in hand, the main part of the song begins to play, and Dark Shadow lifts his head up fast and spits water out, he strolls down the ramp looking a bit sure of himself.] Richard Bassett: Now Introducing his opponent.. from Orange County.. Dark Shadow! [He gets to the ring and slides in gets on the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air he then jumps down and throws his baseball bat out of the ring.] Al Locker: This match is going to be a rapper clapper of the hugest proportions! Alan Carcia: Vittori takes on Dark Shadow, the winner goes to Insanity for a crack at the HCW World Championship! Let’s get down to the action! [Both Vittori and Dark Shadow are in their respective corners. The bell rings and the action gets underway at a fast pace! Collar elbow tie up, Dark Shadow forces his adversary in the corner! Pair of shoulder blocks in the corner, Irish whip from Shadow. Vittori comes out strong taking Shadow with a strong lariat! Vittori nails Shadow with a dropkick, make that two dropkicks!] Al Locker: Both these men are really going at it. Alan Carcia: The stakes couldn’t be higher! [Vittori nails Dark Shadow with a snap suplex! Vittori picks up Shadow and nails a tiger driver! Dark Shadow is down! Vittori picks up Shadow and looks for a forearm smash! Nailed on the money! Vittori hits Shadow with a swinging fisherman suplex! 1 2 Kick out! [Vittori picks up Shadow and hits a snap mere! Vittori drop kicks Shadow to the back of the neck while he is in a kneeling position! Vittori hits a Dragon Suplex! Vittori applies a guillotine choke! Shadow reaches towards the ropes, Shadow gets a firm grip!] Al Locker: Shadow reaches the ropes! Alan Carcia: Close call there, it has to be said that Vittori looks the brightest spark here! [Shadow staggers to a vertical basis. Vittori kicks him in the leg three times, the last one taking Shadow off his feet! Vittori applies a figure four leglock! Shadow crawls towards the ropes…Shadow is etched in pain…Shadow reverses the hold! He can’t hold it for long, Vittori reverses once again! Shadow grabs the bottom rope! Vittori charges at Shadow! Shadow back body drops Vittori over the top rope!] Al Locker: Call my momma! This one just got out of hand! Alan Carcia: What the match, or your colons? Al Locker: Well ill be damned! [Shadow picks up Vittori and slams him head first on the announce table! Shadow repeats this sequence four times! Vittori is out on his feet! Shadow picks up Vittori and blasts him with a Samoan Drop on the harsh concrete! Vittori is thriving in pain! 6…7…] Al Locker: These men need to be aware of the count! Alan Carcia: Definitely! Especially if they want a World Title shot, they might never have this chance again. They are so rare! [Shadow rolls Vittori in the ring. Shadow picks up Vittori and blasts him with a picture perfect DDT! Shadow makes the cover.] 1 2 Kick out! [Shadow looks frustrated! Shadow places Vittori on the top rope! Shadow hits a superplex! Shadow picks up Vittori and hits him with a couple of elbow smashes! Shadow looks for The Wild Ride! He nails it!] 1 2 Kick out! Al Locker: What is it going to take to keep Vittori down?! This kid wants it so bad! Alan Carcia: I don’t know, but the frustration on Dark Shadows face is clear for all to see right now! [Shadow gets up and argues with the ref in frustration! Vittori has made it back to his feet! Shadow turns into a Spear! Vittori looks revitalised! He slaps the mat with anger and stalks Shadow! Shadow reaches his feet and is nailed with kicks to the thigh and ribs! Vittori nails an Elevated cradle neckbreaker! Vittori makes the cover.] 1 2 Kick out! Alan Carcia: Dark Shadow just rolled a shoulder in a nick of time! Al Locker: Dark Shadow showing that Vittori isn’t the only resilient character in this one, both these men want a shot at the world title, which will be decided later tonight! Alan Carcia: Who is going to get there shot!? [Shadow and Vittori are both back standing. Vittori looks for the No Exit! Vittori hits it! Vittori is signalling for the end! Vittori looks for a Twist of Cain! Dark Shadow sneaks out of it! Dark Shadow hits a Brain Buster! Shadow picks up Vittori and immediately looks for the Unholy Confession! Vittori back body drops Shadow! Vittori hits a Twist of Cain! Al Locker: Vittori hits the Twist of Cain! Alan Carcia: Its got to be over! Al Locker: Wait, is that Gerard Christ, what the hell is he doing down here!? [Gerard Christ jumps on the apron! Vittori dropkicks him off much to the delight of the fans! Vittori turns right into The Unholy Confession! Dark Shadow makes the cover! 1 2 3!!! Al Locker: Dark Shadow has stolen this one damnit! Alan Carcia: I cant believe what I just witnessed! Vittori had the match won! But now Dark Shadow is going to Insanity! Al Locker: Get those thugs out the ring! [After the match Gerard Christ rolls in the ring, both he and Dark Shadow continue to kick Vittori! Christ picks up Vittori and hits a The End! Suddenly… Al Locker: Look! Alan Carcia: Where? Al Locker: Look you fool! Tyke Index!!! Jarrell Howard!!! They’re here for a fight! [Tyke Index and Jarrell Howard clean house! They knock down Natural Selection with a couple of lefts and rights! Index clotheslines Shadow over the top rope and Howard clotheslines Christ over the top rope! Index and Howard then help Vittori to his feet. The three faces stare at each other.] Al Locker: These three men will probably never send Christmas cards to each other, but its pretty clear that they have a common enemy in Natural Selection! but wow What a match that was! I wish we could go on forever tonight, but all good things must come to an end, and what a way to end the show! Alan Carcia: Yes indeed! And tonight we will see---Hold on...I am getting word from our backstage announcer, Linda Chadwick, that nobody has got out of that limosine that arrived earlier yet...Let's go backstage.. [We go backstage to see the limo in the background, and Linda standing a short ways away. She smiles breifly before glancing back at the limo.] Linda Chadwick: Yes, as you can see guys, nobody has got in, or out of this limo since it has pulled up, we do think Lance Mikes has been out to speak to whoever was in the limo, but no word has been said yet...But...Wait... [We see movement at the limo as the driver gets out, Linda rushes over to the limo to see. The driver rushes to the back door, where he opens one side of the limo. First, a man with white hair, and a nice grey suit and tie steps out, fixing his tie he smiles slightly toward Linda and nods. This man steps aside and moves to the right and waits. The crowd murmers, because some of the recognize this face, it is Joe Puffs.] Linda Chadwick: We all know this face, this is Joe Puffs, longtime manager of "The Blast" Jack Michaels, but more recently, the manager of...But it couldn't be! [The fans are starting to cheer, as the man that steps out next is tall, around 6'6 and 250. Wearing a white suit with sunglasses. He has brown hair, highlighted with blonde and spiked and held in place by the use of gel, the fans in the arena burst out, because they know who this man is..."Dynamic" Derek Daniels. He removes the sunglasses, and the fans in the arena are going crazy. Derek grew up in Vegas, although his hometown is Reno Nevada. Linda rushes toward Derek, he smiles as he watches her approach.] Linda Chadwick: But...Could this mean what I think it means? You..."Dynamic" Derek Daniels in the HCW? No way! [She holds up the mic to his lips but he merely shakes his head and smiles and holds up his hand, he looks into the many cameras that have made their way to where Derek and his manager Joe is standing.] "Dynamic" Derek Daniels: Oh, you'll see..Mrs.Chadwick I think it is? I'm about to explain it all right now! [Derek smirks and heads toward the ring area, we got back outside to Carcia and Locker who are both looking shocked at one another, the fans are still going nuts.] Al Locker: Derek Daniels, folks if you don't know this kid, get to know him because he is one charismatic kid. Former EWE World Champion, and he's won it in countless of other federations. Alan Carcia: If this is true, this is a huge pick up for the HcW, Derek Daniels is some major talent! The title belts just got a little less safe with Derek Daniels in the picture! [The crowd gets a little more silent, but then all the lights dim and the crowd goes nuts, all you can hear is the crowd as red pyro hits and the lights hit center stage as "Headstrong" by Trapt rocks on the house systems and Derek Daniels pops out of the curtains holding up hands with a smile, bulbs start to flash as Joe Puffs enters behind him and he heads on down the ramp, slapping hands as he does so. He walks down the ramp.] Richard Basset: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Reno Nevada, weighing in at 250 pounds, and standing at 6'6' he is followed by his manager, Joe Puffs...He is..."DYNAMIC"...DEREK...DANIELS! [Derek smirks and slides into the ring as Joe takes the steps, he stands up and walks to the turnbuckle as the ring lights come on and Derek lifts his fists into the air with his famed smirk on his face, he jumps down and walks over to the next turnbuckle and poses on it as well...Smiling at the olvation for himself. He hops down and takes the mic from Basset and looks around and waits for everyone to get silent.] "Dynamic" Derek Daniels: Boy is it good...To be in...H...C...W!! [The crowd goes wild as he gets the home town pop, he waves them back down with a friendly smile as Joe leans over in the turnbuckle.] "Dynamic" Derek Daniels: But really, you may ask, why in the world would I come to the HCW, I mean, when have I been in talks with the HCW? To be honest, I was not going to come here, no better yet I was going to the UWF, where I had been in there with my good friend Lance Mikes...You all might know him. I had known Lance since the EWE, when I beat him in a King of Kings tournament, I beat him, and I gained his respect and vice versa. So here I was, choosing which federation I would go to, and Lance, just so happened to challenge me, to challenge here and face the best, of the best... [Derek smiles as he walks around the ring, he glances around at the many faces. Smiling as he does so, Joe nodding from time to time and agreeing with what he says.] "Dynamic" Derek Daniels: And that is enough welcome. That is enough telling about how I got here, now I'm going to tell you why I'm here. Why am I here? To beat every person the HCW puts infront of me, do I deserve a title shot as soon as I walk through the door? Yes. Am I going to get one? No. I want to work my way up just like everyone else, I want to prove myself to not only myself, but to the fans, to the staff, to the admistration, the roster and every other person in this building. I want the janitor to know who Derek Daniels in the next couple of months...You see, roster...I back down from nobody. I take any and all challenges, I don't care if you are 3 foot tall or 100 feet tall, I will challenge you, and I will beat you. I have a never say die atitude, if I'm breathing I'm still in the match, never count me out. [He looks serious as he nods and looks around at everyone, they have seemed to have stopped and listened to every word Derek has said.] "Dynamic" Derek Daniels: I will make it my personal goal, to win the title here, and I don't care who stands in my way, or what stands in my way...I will over come...And I will be the name to watch for in the HCW... [Derek holds up the mic and drops it and his music hits as he drops down and rolls out of the ring, Joe follows suit as Derek goes around the ring slapping hands with the crowd.] Al Locker: Wow, folks I don't quite know what to say. If Derek Daniels came in looking to make an impact, I think he just did! Wow. I have never got to see Derek in action. Al Carcia: Well I think you are in for a treat from what I've heard about this young man, I can't wait to see him in the ring. Hopefully as soon as Hell this Monday! Al Locker: What a way to debut on Pay Per View. Alan Carcia: Yeah, just before the main event too folks. ::HcW Pay Per View Advert:: ![]() ::Show Resumes:: [The camera's pan around the outside of the arena as Al Locker speaks.. Al Locker: What a Pay Per View Insanity should prove to be folks, but next up we are about to crown a World Champion Alan Carcia: This should be for the ages [4 Word to choke upon hits and Gerard Christ strolls down to the ring with a mic already in hand, he gets to the ring and slides in, as his music hits he starts to speak.] Gerard Christ: I have places to go and things to see. So im going to make this quick, I have an announcement concerning Natural Selection. Im sure that the rumours have been flowing back stage and that you all already have a rough idea who its going to be, so I am going to waste no time in saying that the next person to join us will be None other than Echo Rayne. [She walks down to the ring wearing a hooded black cloak. She climbs in and looks at Gerard; she kisses him on the check.] Gerard Christ: Your kiss is cold, oh so cold. [A look of shock comes upon the face of Gerard Christ.] Gerard Christ: It..It was you. [She takes his hand as they walk backstage together.] Al Locker: Woow Echo Rayne just joined Natural Selection? Things get ugly in a hurry in HcW folks! Alan Carcia: Thats true Locker, now folks its time for the main event. |
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[align=center]HcW World Heavyweight Championship Special Guest Referee: Glen Greeney Special Enforcer: Lance Mikes Tyke Index vs Snakebite vs The Gladiator[/align] [Glen Greeney has already made his way to the ring whiles the camera was at the announce table. He has the referee shirt on and is looking ready. Lance Mikes is stood in the ring and Glen and Lance are having a discussion.] Richard Bassett: Now ladies and gentlemen... It is time for the featured Main Event of the evening here at Final Initiation.... Introducing first... Al Locker: Looks like Glen and Lance are already having an arguement. Alan Carcia: Looks like we could have a match here with Lance and Glen whiles the Main Event is going on. ["Fake it" starts to play over the arena's sound system. Suddenly over the ring there are a lot of small explosions. Then a huge explosion happens right in front of the entrance way. Right after the flames die down The Gladiator appears. There is a mixed reaction in the arena as The Gladiator walks semi fast down the hall.] Richard Bassett: Hailing from Orlando, Florida... The Gladiator!! [He reaches the ring and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He steps over the top rope and walks to the middle of the ring. He stands there with a scary smile waiting for Tyke Index and Snakebite.] Al Locker: This guy is amazingly scary. Alan Carcia: Not to mention he was in prison til HcW Officals bailed him out so he could attend this event. [The lights cut out, as their is a silence in the arena. The titantron screen cuts back on as Snakebite's face appears on it, as "Breathin'" by 2Pac and the Outlawz begins to play throughout the arena. The fans begin to boo loudly, as Snakebite steps out onto the stage. Snakebite walks with his cocky strut, as he stops on the stage, and stares at all the people who hate him. But he loves it, and begins to smile, from ear to ear. Snakebite walks down the ramp, slowly, as he looks around the arena, as people flip him off, and cuss at him. He just smirks, cause he just obviously loves it.] Richard Bassett: Introducing next, From Baton Rouge, LA.. Snakebite! [Snakebite runs to the ring, when he gets to the end of the ramp, as he slides into it. He runs to the first turnbuckle on the right, as you come down the ramp. He stands on the second rope, and poses for the fans. He still gets snapshots, even though they hate him. He then hops down, as he jumps up and down, warming up, for his match.] Al Locker: These two already faced off last week. [An aura falls over the arena as the opening guitar line to "Box Full of Sharp Objects" by the Used blasts across the PA. Strobe lights shiver across the darklit ceiling and entrance way. Tyke Index can be seen in his full glory - black hoody over his head giving him the look of a stealth assasin. He slowly walks down to the ring as the crowd go crazy for the former World Champion.] Richard Bassett: Finally, Introducing from the Mean streets of Glasgow, Scotland by way of New York City.. Tyke.. Index!! [As he enters the ring he then leans back in the corner looking almost stoned and disullusioned.] Al Locker: This is the one we've all been waiting for.. Alan Carcia: And here we go!! [As the match begins Lance Mikes stand on the outside of the ring. Glen Greeney signals for the bell to be rung.] DING! DING! [Snakebite, The Gladiator and Tyke Index all meet in the centre of the ring. Tyke and Snakebite both turn to face The Gladiator as he just smiles. Tyke gives The Gladiator a right punch, then Snakebite, they have the big man reeling backwards. He goes into the ropes and they whip him across to the other side. The Gladiator comes off the ropes and meets both Tyke and Snakebite in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline.] Al Locker: They had a good idea there working together... Alan Carcia: Yeah but The Gladiators size and power came into play.. [Tyke and Snakebite get up and go for The Gladiator again. They back him into the turnbuckle and Tyke hits him with knife edge chop. Snakebite pushes Tyke out of the way and hits The Gladiator with his own knife edge chop. Snakebite then turns around and nails Tyke with a clothesline and begins to smile.] Al Locker: Snakebite with a cheap shot on Tyke Index there. [Snakebite turns his attention back to The Gladiator and starts to tee off on him with left punches. Tyke comes from behind and spins Snakebite around and nails him with a clothesline taking him down. Tyke goes for The Gladiator who ducks a clothesline from the corner and knocks Snakebite down, who was back to his feet, with a shoulder block. The Gladiator turns to face Tyke and lifts him up with both hands by the neck and just throws him across the ring.] Al Locker: Woow what show of power here folks.. Alan Carcia: We could be looking at the next HcW World Heavyweight Champion there in The Gladiator. [The Gladiator turns back to Snakebite and yanks him up quickly and pushes him into the turnbuckle. Tyke Index is up and standing in the corner across from Snakebite. The Gladiator turns and sees Tyke. The Gladiator whips Snakebite across towards Tyke Index. Tyke Index ducks under Snakebite as Snakebite goes into the corner. Tyke Index keeps running and nails The Gladiator with a running dropkick which knocks the big man down.] Al Locker: What show of skill from Tyke Index. [Tyke turns back to face Snakebite and runs in with a splash in the corner and holds onto Snakebites head. He runs out of the corner and drops Snakebite with a running bulldog whiles hitting another dropkick on The Gladiator. Tyke goes for the cover on Snakebite.] 1 2 [Snakebite kicks out and Tyke brings him back to his feet. He goes for a clothesline but misses. Snakebite goes behind and gets him set up for a german suplex. The Gladiator is up and gets behind Snakebite ready to german suplex him. As The Gladiator lifts Snakebite up Snakebite lifts Tyke Index up. Tyke comes crashing down just before Snakebite does.] Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Al Locker: Omg.. what power by The Gladiator lifting both men up. [The Gladiator stands up and pulls Snakebite to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Snakebite comes back The Gladiator side steps him and throws him over the top rope to the outside. The Gladiator turn his attention to Tyke Index who is up now. Tyke runs at The Gladiator and The Gladiator takes him down with a sidewalk slam and goes for the cover.] 1 2 thr- [Tyke Index kicks out.] Al Locker: A Near fall there folks. Alan Carcia: The Gladiator could have this match won with Snakebite still on the outside. [Snakebite is slowly getting up as The Gladiator yanks Tyke Index up and throws him over the top rope. Tyke Index hits Snakebite with a body press coming down. The Gladiator slides out of the ring as Lance Mikes comes to where the action is. He motions to The Gladiator to take the action back into the ring. The Gladiator has a smile on his face and lifts up Snakebite. The Gladiator rolls Snakebite into the ring as Tyke Index is slowly getting up. The Gladiator slides into the ring and Snakebite is up to one knee. The Gladiator gets up as Snakebite gets up to both feet. Snakebite hits a low drop kick to the knee of The Gladiator and then quickly gets up and nails another drop kick to his face. Snakebite climbs the to the top turnbuckle quickly and comes off with an elbow drop onto The Gladiator. Tyke Index is up to his feet and catching his breathe. Snakebite pulls The Gladiator up and kicks him in the gut. Snakebite runs the ropes and nails The Gladiator with a running knee lift to the face with knocks the big man down. Snakebite goes for the cover. Tyke Index slides in to the ring.] 1 2 [Tyke Index breaks the count by pulling Snakebite off The Gladiator. Snakebite gets up and pushes Tyke Index who retaliates with a kick to the gut. Tyke Index drops Snakebite with a DDT. Tyke Index picks up Snakebite and sets him up for Total Definition. He drops Snakebite down nailing the move perfectly and goes for the cover.] 1 2 thr- [The Gladiator comes out of nowhere and breaks up the count. He lifts Tyke Index up and chokeslams him to the outside of the ring.] Al Locker: Oh my god! What a move. [The Gladiator picks up Snakebite and sets him up for The Gladiator Slam. He lifts Snakebite up and drops him down and goes for the cover quickly.] 1 2 [Before the three count Snakebite puts his leg on the bottom rope and The Gladiator thinks he has won. He gets up and starts to celebrate as the Glen tries to tell him that he didn't win. Tyke Index slides in behind The Gladiator slowly and applies a midified STF on The Gladiator.] Al Locker: Tyke Index could have the match won!! Alan Carcia: Snakebite is out of this match at the moment. [The Gladiator manages to get to the bottom rope and Glen asks Tyke to break the hold. Tyke breaks the hold and The Gladiator is in pain on the floor. Snakebite manages to get up slowly whiles all this was going on. Tyke turns around to get nailed with a clothesline by Snakebite. Snakebite lifts Tyke up again and sets him up for a suplex. Tyke manages to get free and kick Snakebite in the gut. Tyke Index then nails Total Definition on Snakebite out of nowhere and goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 Al Locker: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! Richard Bassett: The winner of this match and NEEWW HcW World Heavyweight Champion... Tyke Index! [Glen gets the belt from outside as Lance Mikes slides into the ring and snatches it off Glen. Lance gets a mic.] Lance Mikes: Folks, give these three a standing ovation! I believe they deserve that much from you. [The crowd begin to roar.] Lance Mikes: Well done all three of you.. now Tyke [Glen Greeney cuts off Lance Mikes as he gets a mic of his own.] Glen Greeney: Listen to me Lance, don't snatch shit from me Lance Mikes: Listen Greeney, I don't even know why you are still around HcW you don't have no one to manage, so why don't you get out of this ring. Glen Greeney: As a matter of fact Lance, I have reason to be around... Lance Mikes: You know what, I have something to do so hold on a second Glen [Lance turns to Tyke Index who is stood there.] Lance Mikes: Tyke... I believe this belongs to you. [Lance hands the title to Tyke and raises him arm. Glen spins Lance around.] Glen Greeney: Don't ignore me Lance... it'll be a big mistake! Lance Mikes: Greeney i'm sick of your bullshit.. either get out of MY ring or i'll make you get out of MY ring. Glen Greeney: Lance.. I think you should listen up. Do you remember when you bought this company, huh? You had a mystery guy buy 50% of the company if I remember correctly. Now Lance... That mystery buyer hasn't shown his face, so you think, since Hardcore Championship Wrestling kicked off. Now Lance since the first show that mystery buyer has been present. I've been hearing rumours of who it could it be... and all that bullshit.. Lance you want to know who the mystery buyer is? YOUR LOOKING AT HIM! [Lance has a look of shock on his as his eyes widen as the look of rage comes onto his face as Final Initiation comes to a close with Lance Mikes shocked and Glen Greeney laughing.] |
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