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| Dooms Day Results - 05/05/08; Pay-Per-View Results | |
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| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Apr 29 2008, 05:20 PM Post #1 |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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[align=center]![]() Show: Dooms Day - Pay Per View Date: 05/05/2008 Time: 7pm CT Venue: Staples Center Los Angeles, California Ticket Information: Sold Out! [/align] [align=center]http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5avq2_doomsday-video_shortfilms [/align] [The PPV comes on after the intro video and goes to the announce table.] Al Locker: I'm Al Locker, alongside Alan Carcia and this is HcW Dooms Day. Live on Pay-Per-View from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Alan Carcia: What a night we have in store. Tyke Index and Vitorri in an Iron Man Match, all the titles are on the line aswell tonight.. oh boy! Al Locker: First up we have the new comers... [align=center]Singles match Wes Martin vs X-ecutioner[/align] ["Nucleus" hits on the audio system, the lights dim to complete darkness, smoke comes out from the entrance, the sound of howling wind is heard on the arena, the lights start to flick, simulating a storm, a loud thunder is heard echoing in the arena, X-ecutioner appears with one knee and both palms on the floor, looking down, he stands up slowly, as more smoke comes from the entrance, the lights still flickering simulating the storm, X-ecutioner remains standing for a few seconds, the lights normalize so he starts walking towards the ring, at this time, Alexa had joined him walking by his side.] Richard Bassett: Introducing first, X-ecutioner!! [He approaches ringside and looks around, he then lowers his head and lifts his arms to his shoulder-height, a spectacular set of pyros explode on the ring, he gets on the apron and lowers the ropes for Alexa, he then enters the ring, taking off his coat and waiting for the match to begin. Al Locker – “Well Xecutioner is awaiting the arrival of Wes Martin. Suddenly the titantron flickers into life, showing a battered and bloodied and unconscious Wes Martins in the back. EMT’s are attending to him. X-ecutioner smiles to himself and starts taunting the crowd when suddenly.] Alan Carcia: Who is that? Who is that masked man getting into the ring?? What the hell are security doing?” [A masked man slides into the ring, carrying a steel chair, X-ecutioner turns around while the man is in mid swing, and gets a shot directly to the top of the head, busting him open as he lands on the floor with a sick crunch. Al Locker: What the hell is going on here? Crnage tonight, definitely the fitting name for the PPV isn’t it? Dooms day!” [Security chase the masked man over the barricade as the crowd start chanting ‘Holy Shit!’] Alan Carcia: What the hell happened to Wes Martin? Who was that masked man! Al Locker: I think I know what happened to Wes Martin.. by the looks of that smile X-ecutioner had he had something to do with it. [The camera goes backstage and we see Theo Ferenz walking, without crutches. Linda Chadwick walks over to him and taps him on the shoulder. He stops and turns around.] Linda Chadwick: Theo... We all thought you had a broken leg? Theo Ferenz: Yeah... so? Linda Chadwick: It looks like you can walk perfectly fine on your leg. Theo Ferenz: Yeah... so? [He walks off from the view of the cameras and the cameras go back to ringside.] Al Locker: Was Theo faking the broken leg to get out of the match with Lance Mikes? Alan Carcia: Next up is the triple threat for the Number One Contendership for the Pure Wrestling Championship. [align=center]Triple Threat Winner Gets a Shot at The Pure Wrestling Championship Alex Montgomery vs Phreak vs Johnny Chaos [/align] ["Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails Plays over the PA System. The lights in the arena dim as a single golden spotlight focuses on the center of the stage. As the song kicks in Alexander walks into the spotlight and bows his head. He bounces up and down, swinging his arms to loosen up. Suddenly the guitar kicks in and two white pillars of pyros shoot down from the rafters on either side of him. The lights return to normal as Montgomery slowly walks to the ring mouthing off to random members of the ring side audience.] Richard Bassett: Making his way to the ring from Manhattan, NY... Alex Montgomery!! [He rounds the ring and climbs the steps. Walking to the center of the ring apron, he stops and faces the crowd. He rakes his hand through his hair and smiles as the fans boo him furiously. Finally he turns and steps into the ring, walking to the far turnbuckle to wait for the match to begin.] Al Locker: This should be an interesting match up.. Alan Carcia: The winner gets a shot at the Pure Championship sometime down the line. [Heretic Anthem begins to play, the lights start flashing as the fans start booing and chanting "You Suck" and other things as the Phreakish One himself comes out from behind the curtin, as always his hair covers his face, he still wears his black baggie jeans with chains and and green straps hanging from the belt loops.] Richard Bassett: Now.. introducing, from Pampa, Texas, PHREAK!!! [He makes his way down slowly soaking in all the hate from the fans, he just slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and flips off a few fans as his music dies down, while staring a hole through Alex.] Al Locker: well folks, this match is nearly under way. Alan Carcia: Here comes Johnny Chaos. ["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: and now... 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, as the three competitors ready themselves for a brawl.] Al Locker: Well, let us hope this contest lives up to the hype! [Montgomery starts the action off by dashing forward and slides out of the ring. Phreak and Chaos look down at him confused, before they start to war with each other, lefts and rights from both Phreak and Chaos. Montgomery smiles into the camera on the outside, whispers into the camera, “Watch this....” As he grabs a chair.] Al Locker: What? He has picked up a shair, and obviously has evil intentions!” Alan Carcia: You are a one to talk Locker, you cheated to win your match!” [Chaos and Phreak are locked in a collar and elbow tie up as Montgomery slides into the ring with his steel chair, the referee warns him, but Montgomery does not listen and begins systematically destroying both Phreak and Chaos!] Al Locker: This is for a number one contender ship for the Pure Wrestling Title Belt! I was expecting a classical encounter, not a street fight! Alan Carcia: But this is more entertaining! Quit your whinning! [Montgomery places the steel chair on the floor, picks up Phreak and scoops him up into one of his favoured manoeuvres.] Al Locker: Cradle Piledriver on a chair!!! He has killed him! [Montgomery just laughs as Phreak is in uncontrolled muscle spasms, and Montgomery turns to Chaos, dragging him into position, placing his head on the steel chair on the floor, he grabs Chaos’s arms, pulls them back while his foot is on the back of Chaos’s head, before stamping down really hard, driving the head of Chaos into the steel chair.] Alan Carcia: Curb Stomp! Montgomery is evil, and I liiiiiike it! [Montgomery now with the cover on Chaos, the referee counts.] 1 2 3 Al Locker: Well we know who the challenger is for the Pure Wrestling Championship. Richard Bassett: The winner of this match and Number One Contender to the Pure Wrestling Championship.. Alex.. Montgomery... Alan Carcia: well that was a quick match up there.. Next up is Al Locker vs Dave Wilson. Al Locker: Alan, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of. Alan Carcia: Be careful, you have the rest of the night to finish off Al... [align=center]Grudge Match No Disqualification Al Locker vs Dave Wilson[/align] [The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamins plays over the PA system and Dave Wilson makes his way own the tamp, clutching a microphone. He trash talks the crowd on route and rolls into the ring, staring down Al Locker.] Dave Wilson: Well Al it is now or never, get your fat ass in this ring for a good hiding, you fat piece of terd! Alan Carcia: Looks like that is your cue, Al Good luck. [Al Locker slowly gets up from his position at the commentator’s table and works his way around to the ring steps. Alan Carcia: This should be....interesting! [Al Locker gets into the ring, and stares at Dave Wilson. Dave smiles at Locker. Alan Carcia: Of course what Dave fails to realise, is that me and Al are a team. [Alan Carcia throws his headset off and sneaks into the ring behind Dave Wilson and low blows Dave. Dave sinks to the floor in agony, Al Locker tells the referee to ring the damn bell, the referee obliges, Al goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 [Al celebrates like he has won the damn title. As Alan makes his way back to the table.] Alan Carcia: That.. that's called team work. Richard Bassett: The winner of this match.. Al Locker.. Alan Carcia: That was something I thought i'd never hear. [Al Locker makes his way back to his postion behind the table.] Al Locker: Thanks Alan, we showed him. [A roaring crowd is still on the edge of their seats after the last bout and the electric atmosphere was nearly overwhelming. Thousands upon thousands of screaming fans were hopping about and moving without any order at all. Heavy, unbelievable loud chants of ‘HC-DUB!’ were repeated over and over again like an energized mantra of the people. This recurring hymn from the loyal fan base slowly began to settle only to evolve to a strident confusion as the lights dropped to pitch black.] [The sporadic flickers of lights from cameras popped up and disappeared back into the shadowed arena like shining stars that were born into immediate demise. Squares of light danced in the dark ambiance that was once the Staples Center as they held their cell phones up in a pitiful effort to illuminate the large venue.] [Suddenly a pitter patter of a beating heart could be heard over the sound system for about ten seconds until a warped and distorted bell rang once, faded and returned in great volume as the clashing of a drum symbol could be heard.] *Clish*Clish*Clish* [And a swift riff to begin a short intro, lights strobing to it, into the very aggressive sounds of Lamb of God.] So God damn easy to write this You make it spill off the page So drunk on yourself, self-righteous A laughing stock of your own fucking stage [Green and blue lights shot all around the arena as a deeper yellow shade illuminated the stage for a few moments until that golden tone dropped to black and a large figure appeared at the top of the ramp.] Oh but I ain't one to call names Or throw stones in a house of glass You try me [A silhouette is all we see until the lights flicker again, but even then we only get brief glimpses of the man. The immediate things the eye would be drawn to would obviously be the large stature and dark attire. But if you were one of the closer audience members you’d see a long dark beard, russet with a hint of red and blonde. Brownish-blonde hair that went to the bottom of his shoulder blades in length.] This is a motherfuckin' invitation The only one you could ever need This a motherfuckin' invitation You try me [Then the spotlight swung up the ramp and captured the man in a infinitely more revealing light.] [Tall, muscular, hairy. He stood decked head to toe in dark clothing. A pair of dark biker’s boots, black jeans, a tucked in A-shirt underneath a unbuttoned leather vest. On his right arm a large tattoo of something extremely detailed and slightly morbid. On either wrist a leather wrist guard. Around his neck hung a skull necklace, obviously just stainless steel, but worn with pride nonetheless. A black bandana covered the top of his head and a pair of sunglasses sat comfortably on the bridge of his nose.] [The crowd stood in awe of this large man who nodded along with his music and began to make his way to the ring with a grin peeking through the thick beard. Long strides and seemingly full of energy, he circled the ring and asked for a mic before heading up the ring stairs and into the ring. He took a few paces of the ring, examining the crowd before turning to the hard camera and signaling for his music to be cut. Obviously the guys in the production area quickly obliged.] “Now… I’m sure every last one of you HC-dubya fans are wonderin’ who in the sam hell is this ZZ Top lookin’ som’bitch standin’ in yer ring? Well…” [Grin.] “…my name is Rowan Raines. Obviously…” He looks at himself. “…I’m a wrestler and I’m from the great state of Texas. More specifically, Fort Worth. And I’m certain ya’ll wonderin’ what I’m doin’ here. And that one’s a bit more complicated. See…” Raines removes his sunglasses and hangs them on his shirt. “…there’s a multitude of things ol’ Rowan Raines is doin’ here. The love of the sport, the money, the interaction with you guys out there in the crowd – gold. Of course there’s the part of me that’s lookin’ for some gold. Hell, a man once said that if you ain’t here to go for the world title then you sure as hell don’t belong here. It’s pretty much a given with this profession and all.” [A brief pause. Which is filled with a thousand thoughts.] “But somethin’ ya’ll gotta realize is that I’m here for something a bit more personal than a belt. Me? I’m here for something that every last one of us have wanted to, or already have tasted. Revenge. Now don’t go jumpin’ to conclusions. This ain’t some bitter revenge or blood feud thing. Nah. I’m too damn old to hold that much of a grudge. But I ain’t too old to be goddamn irritated that I never got the chance to return the favor of a grade A ass whippin’ to some silly lil’ bastard that has scurried off to this fed right here. Oh!” [He chuckles and looks back at the camera.] “Before I go any further… how ya doin’… boy? I know yer probably sittin’ there watchin’ the monitor and that grungy lil’ jaw of yers is on the floor and yer probably stammering and rambling out a bunch of curse words wonderin’ what in the hell is that big fuckin’ redneck doing here, right? Well, I’ll make it simple for you, HCW and these fans out here tonight, son. I’m a wee bit pissed off that you fled my sight before I kicked yer teeth down yer throat so… here I am. And here I’ll be until I get my chance to beat your grimy, inked up, sorry lil’ ass from pillar to post. You should feel proud. Be happy that winning any belt here is my second priority. Yer immediate asskicking is my first priority, boy. And maybe… just maybe after tonight I’ll get to kill two birds with one stone if you beat mister Index.” [Raines chuckles again, scratching his beard.] “But I’m gon’ go ahead and wrap this lil’ bit up. I’ll leave ya’ll with some words to consider. Soon? Very, very soon the Roman numeral five is going to become very, very unlucky. And soon that lil’ number is going to relearn a very, very valuable lesson. That lesson?” [His grin fades as a cold stare is shot into the camera.] “You don’t mess with Death… boy.” [He calmly places the microphone on the mat and put his sunglasses back on before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp and to the back, out of sight.] [align=center]Trophy Case Match No Limits Trophy Fear © vs Thorn[/align] Al Locker: Well that was Rowan Raines ladies and gentlemen, the newest signing here to HcW. Alan Carcia: Next up we have Fear defending his No Limits Trophy against Thron. [Arena lights dim down, as the instrumental intro of Chevelle is played for the first verse before the chorus is greeted with mini-pyros aligned on each side of the ramp leading from the ring to the top of the ramp starts going off like machine gun fire up the ramp as Thorn stand at the top waiting for the final lightflash pyro to go off and starts making his way to the ring while adjusting his elbow pads and fingerless leather glove.] Richard Bassett: Introducing.. The challenger, from Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii... THOOORNN!! [As he enters the ring by stepping over the ropes.] Al Locker: Fear beat Shanel White for that Trophy, can he retain it here tonight? [“It’s the fear” fills the arena, suddenly the arena is covered in total darkness, a single red spotlight follows Fear to the ring. Fear will have his face cover by a hood, with his head down, slowly walking towards the ring.] Richard Bassett: Introducing now... He is the current, reigning and defending No Limits Trophy Holder... from Parts.. Unknown.. FEEAARR!! [Once he had reached the ring he slides under the ring ropes and sits in the corner, slowly rocking back and forth.] Al Locker: This is going to be faught under the Trophy Case match up. [The match starts with Fear and Thorn locking up in the centre of the ring. Fear gets the advantage and knees Thorn in the guts. Suddenly a masked man with a steel chair jumps the barrier, he stands watching the match from the outside.] Al Locker: He's back, wheres security! [Fear drops Thorn down with a DDT and then slides out of the ring. He takes a pair of ladders and slides them into the ring. as he is about to slide back in Thorn hits a baseball slide into the ladders which hit Fear in the face. Fear drops back against the barriers and Thorn slides out of the ring. Thorn knees Fear in the guts and throws him back into the ring. Thorn slides back into the ring. Thorn gets back up and he lifts Fear back up to his feet. Fear quickly hits a small package.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: Fear is now eligible to climb the ladder and place the trophy on top. [Thorn looks on in shock. Fear has a smirk on his face. Thorn gets up quickly and as Fear turns to him he clotheslines him down. Thorn slides out of the ring at the ramp side and looks underneath the ring.] Al Locker: Whats he looking for. [Fear slides out and slides in a set of ladders and sets them up. Thorn mean while has pulled out a table and set it up on the outside. Fear gets the trophy and slides back into the ring. Thorn gets into the ring as Fear is climbing the ladder. Thorn climbs the ladder at the other side. The masked man slides into the ring and as Thorn and Fear are fighting at the top of the ladder he pushes the ladder with both men on. Both men come crashing down through the table that Thorn set up. The masked man picks up the trophy that Fear dropped.] Al Locker: What the hell is this? Alan Carcia: Who is this? [The masked man sets up the ladders and begins to climb.] Al Locker: What the hell is he doing? [He gets to the top and places the trophy up.] Alan Carcia: The masked man just won the match? [He takes the trophy down and quickly exits the ring and walks up the ramp way.] Al Locker: What the hell just happened Carcia? [align=center]Triple Threat Match Xtreme Wrestling Championship 'Dynamic' Derek Daniels © vs Xavier Michaels vs Hells Guardian[/align] Al Locker: This is for the Xtreme Wrestling Championship.. Alan Carcia: This should be an interesting match up to say the least. [The Lights Flicker until the sounds of electricity fill the arena as it is plunged into darkness. A Moon appears on the titantron and a white glow appears on the stage. A Huge explosion occures and the flames dance as Hell's Guardian appears where the moon is shining and advances with a slow pace down to the ring.] Richard Bassett: Introducing first, the challengers. Challenger number one, from Parts Unknown.. Hells Guardian! [He gets into the ring and awaits his two opponents.] Al Locker: A HcW Legend there folks, Hells Guardian. [The lights shut off to plunge the arena into darkness for a few brief moments before an explosion of blue and white erupts from the stage. "Hallelujah" by Rammstein plays throughout the sound system and Xavier Michaels pushes out through the black curtain, Melissa following close behind. Reaching behind him the few steps where she stands, Xavier takes her hand as they walk together down to the ring.] Richard Bassett: The second challenger, from New York, NY.. Xavier.. Michaels! [At ringside, Melissa stands in front of him as his hand grab her around the waist and he sits her on the ring apron before he climbs the ring steps in the corner. Both standing on the apron together, Xavier sits down on the middle rope to allow her to get in under the top rope before he follows her into the ring.] Al Locker: such a gentleman there.. [As we know Derek is about to come out, all of the lights in the place go out and "Headstrong" blasts over the systems from the chours and on the stage fireworks go off each side of the ramp and the lights come back on as Derek Daniels burst out on the stage pumping the crowd up.] Richard Bassett: Introducing now... The current reigning and defending Xtreme Wrestling Champion.. Derek... Daniels!! [He walks down the ramp slapping hands, as his manager Joe Puffs follows him down the ramp and moves to the outside of the ring as Derek goes to each turn buckle holding up his hands and getting the crowd on its feet, Red and Yellow lights flash during this whole time.] Al Locker: The champ is ready.. Alan Carcia: And we are off. [Daniels taking it to Xavier Michaels, before Hell’s Guardian even gets to the ring. Hell’s Guardian walks around the ring and grabs a steel chair, he slides into the ring an assaults Daniels with it, crashing a blow to the champion’s back, he falls to the ground in pain.] Al Locker: What a shot by Hell’s Guardian! [Hell’s Guardian pulls the fallen Daniels to the centre of the ring, placing his left ankle into the chair. He goes up top, before Xavier Michaels motions for him to stop. Hell’s guardian looks at him puzzled as Xavier asks him to wait a minute.] Al Locker: Xavier has a conscious! [Xavier then smiles and rolls out of the ring, grabbing his own chair, and quickly places Daniel’s other ankle into his chair, before going to the opposite corner and climbing the ropes. Both men flying off, stamping onto the chairs, crushing the ankles of Daniels.] Alan Carcia: That is sick! The referee is calling for a stretcher! [As Hell’s Guardian kick Daniels out of the ring, Michaels sneaks up behind him and rolls him up.] 1 2 [kickout by Hell’s Guardian, but only just. Hell’s Guardian gets back to his feet and Xavier lifts him up.] Al Locker: Death Valley Driver!! 1 2 Kickout! Hell’s Guardian is on the floor in agony, as Xavier now looks more threatening as the big man is off his feet. Xavier puts the boots to Hell’s Guardian trying to wear the big man down. Xavier stalks Hell’s Guardian, much to the delight of Melissa Michaels. Hell’s Guardian gets back to his feet, and is resting against the ropes, and Xavier Michaels clotheslines him to the outside, but he lands on his feet. Xavier is unaware.] Al Locker: Hell’s Guardian has just grabbed Melissa by the throat! [Hell’s Guardian lifts her high into the air, SOUL REAPER! On the floor! Melissa is broken in half!] Alan Carcia: Look at Michaels! Xavier Michaels that is! He is distraught [Xavier rolls out of the ring, and starts tending to his beloved sister/lover. Hell’s Guardian grabs Xavier from behind and executes a German Suplex on the floor! Al Locker: I can’t believe I am going to say this, but Hell’s Guardian is being sicker than normal [Hell’s Guardian picks up Xavier and tosses him into the ring. Melissa is moving, and slowly getting to her knees, slightly peering into the ring,clearly hurt. Hell’s Guardian points at her, miming “this is for you!” before nailing the SOUL REAPER on Xavier Michaels. Hells Guardian goes for the cover.] 1 2 3 Richard Bassett: The winner of this match and NEEWW Xtreme Wrestling Champion... Hells Guardian! Al Locker: MY GOD! The sick son of a bitch did it! Alan Carcia: I'd watch what you say about him Al, it's enough your fighting Dave Wilson, you wouldn't wanna get in the ring with Hells Guardian. [align=center]Singles Match Pure Wrestling Championship 'Sexy Thug' Kara © vs Shane Sanders[/align] [The lights dim to almost darkness as a low flicker of deep pink lights pulsate as "Nymphetamine Overdose" by Cradle of Filth, begins to play. The curtain pushes aside so HCW's very own Femme Fatale, Shane Sanders can walk out with the trademark cigarette dangling between her lips. As the music reaches its uptempo section the hot pink lights mix with the quick flicker of strobes as she pauses at the end of the stage for the adoring fans. She lifts her head in acceptance of the jeers and scattered cheers before descending the ramp while a barrage of pink and white fireworks explode at her sides along the ramp way. Passing by the fans, Shane takes the time to stop to tease a few fans by acting as if she was going to let them touch her in an inappropriate manner. Instead, Shane blows smoke in their face. Once at ringside, she extinguishes her cigarette and slowly reaches for the middle rope to hoist herself up onto the ring apron.] Richard Bassett: Introducing first, the challenger... Shaaaannee Saanndders! [She steps between the middle and top rope, pausing in a bent position for her adoring fans to get a "great" view. She steps completely through and shakes her long hair from her shoulders and walks to the center of the ring to pose in the center one hand cockily on her hip as she glances around the arena.] Al Locker: This should be a good match up folks... Alan Carcia: I've been waiting for this match for a long time now. ['Break me, Shake me' by Savage Garden hits as Kara is seen walking out onto the top of the ramp from behind the curtains. She begins walking down the ramp as flames light up both sides of the ramp.] Richard Bassett: Now.. Introducing, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She is the current, defending and reigning.. Pure Wrestling Champion... Kaaaarraa!! [Stop midway down the ramp, she runs the rest of the way sliding herself into the ring through the bottom rope. Pushing her hands into the matt, she flips her body up to her feet. Kara stands in the middle of the ring preparing herself for the battle to come. Shane Sanders stares at her opponent, her tongue slowly licking her lips as the referee shows the title belt to Kara, who softly kisses it and then turns around heading towards her corner, warming her limbs, the referee goes to turn around but Sanders is one step ahead, grabs the title from the hands of the referee and launches herself forward, clocking Kara in the back of the head with the belt.] Alan Carcia: Everyone seems to be on a ruthless streak tonight, and I love it! [Kara is down and out of it. The referee rings the bell, and Sanders just smiles softly and seductively, as the referee checks on Kara, who is motionless. Sanders advances towards the corner, but the referee restrains her and gets her to back off, much to the despair of Sanders. The referee motions to the back with an ‘x’ symbol, using his arms, and the paramedics come down with a stretcher, as Kara is bleeding from the back of the head. The doctors tend to Kara as the referee walks over to the ring announcer, whispering something. The announcer takes in what the referee is saying, before grabbing the microphone.] Richard Bassett: Ladies and gentleman, the referee has ruled that Kara is unable to compete, therefore he has no further choice, therefore, the winner of this match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEW Pure Wrestling Champion! Shane Sanders! Al Locker: how is that fair? I cant believe it, one thing is sure, when Kara is fit she will be back, and there will be hell to pay. Alan Carcia: Now Locker, its time for the Main Event. Al Locker: I've been waiting for this match for all night Alan, this is going to be one hell of a match. [align=center]HcW World Heavyweight Championship Iron Man Match Most Pin Falls After 60 minutes Wins The Contest Special Referee: Mr Greeney Vittori vs Tyke Index ©[/align] We can see Tyke Index preparing for his world title defence in the back, he looks in the mirror opposite him, and he analyzes his body language closely. This is the biggest match of his career to date, what lays ahead, even he doesn't know. His mission tonight was to defend his championship, the one he has carried with such pride over the past two months, but tonight that is in jeopardy. His personal life has proved the biggest threat to his professional life, and as he slings his championship over his shoulder he slowly approaches the door, which would lead him to the hallway. "Tyke, Tyke..." Index turns around to see a figure, it's familiar, the camera loosens the smudge and the familiar face of Shane Sanders can be seen. Tyke approaches Shane, wondering why she is here. As he approaches her, the lights in the hall begin to flicker, the camera spins around in a frantic fashion, as if to emphasise the confusion. Whispers can be heard, but it is unclear whether this is inside Tyke's head or whether it is actually someone present in the hallway. "I done it, ohh, done it. It was me, me, saaah, saaah, she was nine, sixty five, forty-three, the one, it was me." The echoes become more vibrant, more disturbing. Tyke Index holds his head, he doesn't know what is going on and five minutes before he will go into war for a full hour, he doesn't look in the mental state to compete. Al Locker: My god, Alan. I can't believe that. What just happened? Tyke Index looks visibly shaken, his match is next. Alan Carcia: Tyke Index will defend his World Championship against Donovan Vittori, these two men have become pretty familiar to each other over the past couple of months as you are about to see. *'Such Great Heights' by the Postal Service provides the backing theme as footage shows everything from the past two months, from the infamous crucifix Monday, which triggered the start of the rivalry. We then see Tyke Index standing over Donovan Vittori at Insanity, the following week when Tyke followed up with another victory, but then the music changes to 'My Last Serenade' by Killswitch Engage as the scenes become more sinister. We Tyke Index being arrested, followed up by the flames set upon his locker room. The clips end with Tyke holding his sister Katie-Louise in his arms.* Al Locker: I am so excited for this match, Alan. Alan Carcia: Let's waste no more time, Richard --- fire away! Richard Bassett: Ladies and gentleman this is the main event of the evening, it is the sixty minute Iron Man Match for the HCW World Heavyweight Championship! Making his way to the ring at this time from Chicago, Illinois, he is the challenger...Donovaaaaaaaaan...Vittori! [Lights dim to near-black. The Unnamed Feeling begins, and plays for a few seconds on its own until Vittori's spotted in the crowd, always in a different place and not necessarily from a venue door. He holds up his fists when the spotlight manages to find him, takes his time at first, looking around though not directly acknowledging or slapping hands with the fans around him, then just starts plowing through the reaching hands about halfway down. He hops the rail and rolls in the ring, stepping up on a second turnbuckle and raises his fists again, letting the cameras get their shots, then leans his back into a turnbuckle to wait, somewhat impatiently, on the match starting.] Richard Bassett: And his opponent, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland by the way of New York City. Ladies and gentleman he is the HCW World Heavyweight Champion...Tykeeeeeeee...Index! [The crowd wait in anticipation for the HCW World Champion when suddenly 'When The Beast Comes Out' by Grynch blasts over the speakers! 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 World Champion. As he enters the ring he walks towards Vittori who is sitting crouched in the corner. Vittori pulls himself up...] Richard Bassett: Making his way to the ring at this time, he is the special guest referee and is the HCW Co-Owner...Gleeeeeeeeen Greeney! Al Locker: Yipee, here comes Mr. Monster truck! Note the sarcasm. Alan Carcia: You better watch you don't end up on the breadline, Locker! [Glen Greeney makes his way down to the ring slowly, enduring the jeers of the people in attendance. He enters the ring and with a smug smile stands between both Tyke Index and Donovan Vittori. Greeney explains the rules before calling for the opening bell. Tyke and Vittori look at each other for a split second before turning on Greeney hitting him with a double clothesline! Tyke picks Greeney up and throws him over the top rope, much to the delight of the fans, but from this Vittori gets the upperhand. Tyke turns into a beautiful spear from Vittori, Vittori stands up and looks down on Tyke. Vittori nails Tyke with two kicks to the stomach, Vittori picks up Index and throws him in the corner, Vittori drives his shoulders forcefully into the stomach of Tyke, before withdrawing to back himself up. Tyke staggers out of the corner and is hit with a spinebuster right on the money! Tyke is already favouring his ribs] Al Locker: Well it looks to me that Tyke Index was not in the right mind set for this match, Alan. So far Donovan Vittori has controlled proceedings. Alan Carcia: Donovan has been carefully aware of everything Tyke has been upto the past few weeks, and right now is the culmination of that awareness. I believe we will witness history tonight, with Donovan Vittori becoming the new, yes that's right the new World Champion. [Vittori picks up Index and hits him with two fists, which stagger the champion into the corner. Vittori looks for a monkey flip in the corner, but Index charges out and hits a running powerbomb! Index covers, another referee runs down the ramp! 1...2..Kick out! Index reaches his feet, he pulls Vittori up with him. Tyke hits a swinging fisherman suplex on Vittori! Tyke stands up imminently and surrounds Vittori, who is now in a bit of trouble. Vittori staggers into a sleeper hold! Vittori staggers about mid-ring still locked in the hold, Vittori drops his arms behind Tyke and looks for a back drop, but Tyke very cleverly rolls into a side headlock on the mat.] Al Locker: Smart tactics here from Tyke Index, these sort of manoeveres run down the clock, and if it is a draw then Tyke Index will remain champion. Alan Carcia: So basically Tyke Index is going to try and keep a hold of his title the cheap way, because he knows he cannot defeat Vittori! What a coward! Al Locker: If there is one thing Tyke Index is not, it's a coward! [Tyke still has his ground chin lock on Vittori. Tyke switches positions and leans all his weight into the small of the back of his challenger, while he vices his hands in a wrist lock. Vittori manages to get back on his knees, Index and Vittori are both standing, Tyke still has the wristlock applied. Tyke switches once again into the head lock, Vittori leans into Tyke causing them to crash into the ropes. Vittori whips Index, huge stinging lariat from Vittori! Vittori picks up Tyke and hits him with a huge swinging fisherman suplex of his own! Vittori stands and taunts the crowd. Tyke rolls onto his stomach, but his progress is quickly halted as Vittori hits him with a firm kick to the stomach, the momentum takes Tyke all the way to the outside! Vittori exits the ring and picks up Tyke! Vittori hits a snap suplex on the outside, Tykes feet crash into the steel steps! 4...5... Al Locker: The referee is still counting here, Alan. If it turned 1-1, which would be the case of a double countout, then it is advantage Tyke Index! Alan Carcia: Yeah, yeah! [Vittori rolls Tyke back in the ring, he follows suit. Vittori picks up Tyke and hits him with two huge European uppercuts, Vittori hits a groggy Tyke with a kick to the stomach followed by a huge brainbuster! Vittori makes the cover 1...2..kick out! Vittori picks up Tyke and quickly applies the Anaconda Vice! Tyke falls to the mat, Vittori has a face etched with determination to get the tap out. The crowd rally behind the world champion, Tyke makes it to his feet, but Vittori slams his head harshly to the mat and holds on to the hold! Tyke is not reacting anywhere near as fast this time! Vittori much like Tyke previously, swaps positions, Vittori floats down to Tyke's feet and applies a figure four leg lock! Tyke is etched in pain! Vittori sits up and drops down numerous times as if to reinstate the pain, already writhering through Tyke's body. Alan Carcia: Tyke would be as well tapping out early, because in a match like this where regardless of your condition, you have to go an hour it isn't an option, and he could lose the match by a huge amount if he can't stand. Al Locker: That is the most common sense thing you have said all night, but you have to remember how proud Tyke is, he wont give up easily. [Tyke slowly crawls towards the ropes, Vittori drags them both centre ring again! Tyke slams the mat down, but he isn't tapping, simply trying to rally the crowd, which they do as they chant his name! Tyke etches towards the ropes! Tyke grabs onto the bottom rope causing seperation. Vittori stands up and notices Glen Greeney re-entering the ring! Vittori blasts Greeney with a No Exit! Greeney is out cold again, wooo! Vittori turns his attention back to Tyke, who is slowly reaching his feet again. Vittori looks for the Rexall! Tyke Index back body drops him in a desperate reversal! Tyke stands up, Vittori also stands! Vittori charges at Tyke! Tyke kicks Vittori in the stomach before blasting him with a huge Total Definition!! Tyke makes the cover 1...2...3!! Richard Bassett: The winner of the first fall at 24.22 via pinfall: Tyke Index! Al Locker: The champion leads one nil! Alan Carcia: There is still around half an hour left! [Tyke Index stands up and backs himself into the corner, seizing the moment to consider his next move! Tyke goes to the outside! Tyke climbs to the top rope with Vittori still down! Tyke hits a 450 splash! 1...2..kick out! Tyke nearly went two up in the space of a minute! Tyke Index picks Vittori up and balances him on the top rope! Tyke clotheslines Vittori all the way to the outside! Tyke goes to the top rope and looks to measure Vittori with a double axe handle off the top rope! Vittori moves out of the way and Tyke smashes down on the guard rail crushing his wind pipe! Tyke is in a huge amount of pain Vittori regains his bearings, as he picks up Tyke and whips him into the steel steps! Vittori hits Tyke with a No Exit on the outside! The referee is upto 4! Vittori rolls back in the ring! Vittori lies back in the corner arrogantly. Al Locker: This doesn't look good - one each looks imminent. Alan Carcia: What Vittori is doing just now is all part of his gameplan, he's calling Tyke out, will Tyke be able to make it in, that's the question here. [Tyke somehow pulls himself up to the ring apron and rolls back in at 9. Vittori stands with a smile before kicking the ribs of Tyke with a sickening thud! Tyke staggers out mid-ring back into another Anacondas vice! Vittori seizes it in! Tyke is in agony and is nowhere near the ropes this time! Tyke's leg is kicking against the mat, almost as if he is trying to signal he is still in this. Vittori to everyones surprise releases the hold! Vittori surrounds Tyke! Tyke somehow drops down and looks for the High Rise Wrench! Vittori rolls out! Vittori reaches his feet! Vittori blasts Tyke Index with the No Exit and makes the cover! 1...2...3!! Richard Bassett: The winner of the fall at 35:13 via pinfall...Donovan Vittori! Al Locker: Dammit! Alan Carcia: C'mon Vittori, this is your time! Al Locker: What are you, his personal lackey? [Vittori looks for another cover straight off the bat! 1...2..kick out! Vittori tries it one more time! 1...2..kick out! Vittori argues with the referee! The referee pushes Vittori back to tell him who is in control here! Vittori grins, but backs off, Vittori turns into a huge powerslam from Tyke Index! Tyke makes the cover! 1...2..kick out! Tyke and Vittori both make their feet and look for a clothesline at the same time! Both men are down on the mat licking their wounds and trying to recover mercifully for one final push! The referee gets to 7 as both men make their feet! Tyke is the most resourceful and hits Vittori with a running spinning neckbreaker! Greeney is back to his feet! Not for long! Tyke trips Greeney down and applies a High Rise Wrench to the co-owner of HCW! Greeney is tapping like a mad-hatter to say the least! Greeney is screaming! The sweat and ecstacy drips down Tyke's face! The referee finally manages to split the hold up, the referee tends to Glen Greeney! Al Locker: Hey! Look out! Donovan Vittori has a steel chair! Alan Carcia: Quick, before the referee turns round! [Vittori slams the chair into the leg of an unsuspecting Tyke Index! Vittori slams the chair three more times precisely into the thigh of Tyke! Tyke is screaming in pain, the referee turns round oblivious to what just happened! The referee questions Vittori as he looks slightly suspicious, but Vittori gets away with it. Vittori applies a figure leg lock to the damaged knee of Tyke! Tyke is in a great deal of pain! Tyke is screaming in agony, Vittori grips onto the bottom rope while the referee can't see! Tyke edges towards the ropes! Tyke grabs the bottom rope! Vittori drags Tyke right back into the centre of the ring and drops down once more, Tyke tries to hold on. Tyke eventually taps out after more than five minutes in the hold!! Richard Bassett: The winner of the fall at 47:56 via submission...Donovan Vittori! Al Locker: It's 2-1 to the challenger, but that bastard nearly annihilated Tyke's leg with a chair, what a bastard! Alan Carcia: Oh shut up, Locker! The stakes are too high for your petty little gameplan! [Vittori does not release the hold for another two minutes, when he finally does, he leaves the champion unable to stand! Vittori mocks the grounded Tyke by kicking him firmly in the knee cap three times! Vittori applies an Indian Deathlock with ten minutes on the clock! Vittori drops down three times at seperate intervals, which causes the pain to jolt through Tyke's body like an electric shock! Vittori picks up Tyke and throws him into the corner! Vittori charges at Tyke! Tyke moves out the way! Vittoris shoulder thuds into the ringpost! Tyke falls to the mat immediately clutching at his leg, which has been the victim of the majority of Vittori's assault! Vittori on the otherhand is holding his shoulder. Tyke gets to a vertical basis, still limping, but manages to hit Vittori with a german suplex, make that a pair, instead of going for a third - Tyke hits Vittori with a stroke! Al Locker: This is one last surge from Tyke Index. He said all along that if he was going to lose tonight, he would do it on his terms! That's exactly what he is doing here, he is giving it his all regardless of the personal and professional trauma he has felt at the hands of Donovan Vittori the past few weeks. Alan Carcia: Excuse me? There is no evidence to back up those claims, Locker. I suggest you keep that fat mouth of yours shut! [Tyke hits Vittori with an inziguiri! There are five minutes left on the clock! Tyke goes for the cover! 1...2..kick out! Tyke picks up Vittori and hits him with a standing drop kick! Vittori staggers into the corner! Tyke goes for a monkey flip! Tyke's bad knee gives out on him, though! Vittori is relieved for a temporary break. Tyke clutches his knee, Vittori kicks Tykes bad knee three times, each time causing the crowd to hush in a sickly silence. Tyke staggers to his feet! Vittori charges at Tyke, Tyke drops down in a drop toe hold! Tyke Index applies the High Rise Wrench, it's firmly locked in this time with two minutes on the clock remaining! Vittori is fading! Vittori is still fighting, he tries to remove the grip, Vittori begrudges to just trying to see the clock out! Meanwhile Glen Greeney is back on his feet! Greeney throws the official who had been keeping control of the match out of the ring! Greeney monitors the High Rise Wrench! There is twenty seconds on the clock... Al Locker: Vittori is going to tap, Vittori is going to tap! [The clock ticks down, Tyke puts the most pressure he has ever applied in his life in hope of the tap that will keep him champion and with one second left...] Al Locker: The bell has rung! Vittori just tapped out, but it was too late!!! Alan Carcia: I told you, Al! We have a new World Champion here in HCW! His name is Donovan Vittori!!! Richard Bassett: Here is your winner and NEW HCW World Heavyweight Champion...Donovaaaaan...Vittoriiiiiii!!!! [Tyke has released the hold, he cannot believe he lost! Vittori tapped, but it occurred after the bell. Vittori leaves the ring with his newly won championship in hand! Tyke is still arguing with Glen Greeney! The lights start to flicker, and when they come back on there is a message in deep red writing on the Titan Tron reading...] "It Aint Over Yet" |
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