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| Hatework Vs. H20; World Heavyweight Championship | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 20 2006, 03:13 AM (466 Views) | |
| ~Hatework~ | Mar 20 2006, 03:13 AM Post #1 |
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Monday Night Mayhem opens with loud fireworks in the arena. Golden pyro is raining from the videotron down on the entrance ramp. The camera zooms and pans all over the ranks, catching close ups of excited fans who are happy to be in the house. "PCW, PCW" chants are starting to grow. Mike: Good evening and welcome to the first Monday Night Mayhem after Deliverance. It was a great event with some fantastic in ring action, but the thing that of course has everyone intrigued the most is Hatework winning the PCW World Heavyweight title. Our website got almost shut down by the thousands and thousands of people logging in, sending emails and what not. PCW fans are genuinely worried about their beloved federation now that this heartless monster has that strap around his waist. Jerry: You are right. PCW might have taken a drastic change of course last night. H20 and Outlaw, our previous champions, have always made sure to be there for the fans, answering every autograph request, never tiring when it came to making a little kid smile. But now - all that is no more. "Puritania" hits and the arena lights shut down ... Mike: Speak of the devil ... The videotron flickers and shows the final moments from Deliverance - Mark Tate hits H20 with his patented flame spear, Hatework clotheslines him out of the ring and capitalizes as he connects with the hatebomb on H20 for the one, two, three. Meanwhile, Hatework steps through the curtain into the thick white smoke that engulfs the entrance ramp. A blacklight spot is on him, in an other than that totally dark arena. He stands there for a few seconds, statued, not moving an inch. Then, he lifts up the PCW world title belt with both hands. The fans react with a massive chorus of boos. Hatework puts the belt over his left shoulder and starts to stoically walk down the aisle. The arena lights slowly come back as Hatework enters the ring. His music fades out and Hatework starts walking around slowly with a microphone already in his hands. The booing is massive, yet the PCW champion, who is wearing his usual sleeveless leather coat, black leather pants and boots, does not seem to care. He surely notices the fans' objections of his person, but all he has for them is a devilish smile. Hatework: Isn't it nice to voice your disgust? Isn't it nice ... to have some sort of a valve for all your frustration and anger? You should be thanking me for allowing you worthless meatbags to share a moment in your life, a truly precious one, with your new PCW champion! Mike: What a cynic ... Hatework: You see, last night was the night of PCW's unbecoming. Last night saw the end of H20's reign as YOUR champion .. and last night at Deliverance, I did what I said I would do - I took that belt away from him like you rip a precious ring off the fingers of a decaying carcass. Never before have I felt so alive when I saw everyone in the arena in a state of shock. Never before have I felt so much agony and sadness gathered in one place. It was a moment of absolute power. I felt closer to the demon than ever before. And now that darkness has befallen your lands, now that the plague is upon thee, now you realize the inevitable truth - there is only me! The fans start to boo even louder. "Hatework sucks" chants start. Hatework starts talking again, this time with a lower voice than before. Hatework: H20 is weak. His challengers thus far - weak. Mark Tate - weak. Deep down in your souls you all knew it. You all knew that they did never truly stand a chance against the darkness I come from. And now ... there shall be no peace, for peace is a lie. There is only darkness. And through darkness, I shall gain strength. And strength is the way to power and to victory - and my chains are broken. Jerry: He made that just sound like the most wicked prayer I have ever heard. Hatework: The king is dead - long live the king. I am the agonizing pain that shall torment this place, I am the whisper that poisons your mind, I am - Hatework suddenly stops, looks up and flips his eyes back into the skull for a split second. As he looks into the camera again, his face shows no human emotion at all, yet he still cracks a smile. Empty, silent, cold. He talks once more, but it is a mere hissing into the microphone. Hatework: - the root of all evil that rules mankind. H20, Mark Tate, I am aware of you willing to challenge me again, like the usurpers you are. And like you failed at Deliverance, so you shall fail again. And that is the covenant! Fear the demon! "Puritania" hits once more as Hatework surveys the crowd one last time before rolling out of the ring. Outside, he starts to walk back up the entrance ramp where he disappears behind the curtain. Jerry: This man is easily the worst case of schizophrenia I have ever seen in my whole life. Mike: That just made me wonder what you did before getting into this business ... but anyways, Hatework is the champion now, and he just made it pretty damn clear that he won't back down from any challenge. Jerry: My hair stands on the back of my neck when that guy is around. I demand security for the announce booth! Mike: (chuckles) Talk to Stantz about it. Fans, Monday Night Mayhem will be right back with you after a brief message from our sponsors. The show cuts to commercial break. |
Hatework Height: 6'9" Weight: 295 lbs Finisher: Hatebomb PPV Wins: 7 PPV Losses: 3 1 time former PCW World Heavyweight Champion Reign Tenure: 321 days 1 time former Extreme champion Reign Tenure: 152 days | |
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| ~H20~ | Mar 20 2006, 05:25 PM Post #2 |
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PCW Monday night mayhem returns from the commercial break with shots of the crowed the night before when Hatework shocked the entire world and the PCW roster when he defeated H20 for the PCW World Heavyweight title. We see the crowd’s disgust. The Camera returns to live Monday night mayhem. The fans are shouting that Hatework sucks and holding up signs that say “death to Hatework”. Mike Huntsicker: Folks welcome back to Monday night mayhem, Jerry I am still in shock over Hatework’s win last night at Deliverance. He took H20’s most prized possession, He took H20’s heart. He took all that was dear to him. Woah Talk of the devil Here comes H20! Dragonforce – Through the Fire and the Flames blares over the PA system. The crowd jump out of their seats as the former PCW World Heavyweight Champion makes his way to the ring. H20 walks slowly and sombrely down the ramp. Jerry Byerline: Oh god no, Look Mike it’s the has been Hatework dispatched last night at Deliverance. Look at him folks he looks like a naughty child who has been put on time out. All sulky and agitated… Mike Huntsicker: Well Mike if you really feel that way why don’t you go down to the ring and tell him what you think about him. I think he’d serve you up a nice tall class off shut up juice in the form of a punch in the mouth! H20 makes his way around the ring, he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. H20 walks to the opposite side of the ring and retrieves a microphone from a member of the ring crew. H20: Hello everyone, I stand before you the Former PCW World Heavyweight Champion. The belt is now around a man who is so evil that hell itself spat him back out from its fiery depths, This man is Hatework. He truly Dishonoured The World Heavyweight championship belt itself and you the fans. He took that belt. The most precious thing in my entire life and stole it from me. He is not the rightful champion, he will never be the rightful champion. Mike Huntsicker: I agree with H20, Hatework won the match Cheaply He isn’t the rightful Champion in my book either Jerry Byerline: When you go and tell Hatework himself that I will go tell H20 what I think of him! H20: Hatework, You dared Either myself or Mark Tate to Challenge you for that belt. Well look no further. There is a little clause in my contract that states any Championship I hold I have a rematch clause which is available for when I want to use it. And do you know what Hatework, I think I am going to cash it in for LESSON IN LOYALTY! And this time Hatework there will be no cheap wins, no chance to screw me over. Hatework, there is a gaping hole in my heart, a gaping hole in my soul. And at Lesson In Loyalty the void will be filled. The title is calling for its rightful owner. And Hatework I will send you back to hell. Back to hell where you belong. Mike Huntsicker: WOW! Well it looks like we have another intense main event to look forward to at the next PCW mega event Lesson In Loyalty! H20 better be on his toes, we know that Hatework is pure evil and will pull a dastardly trick at any chance possible. We will be right back after these words from our sponsor! |
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| ~Hatework~ | Mar 22 2006, 02:46 AM Post #3 |
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A while later on the show ... Mike: Welcome back to Monday Night Mayhem. We've just witnessed Godzilla join the Quint Clique to a thunderous appreciation shown by the fans, and let me tell you this, the future seems bright for these guys. Jerry: If they'd stop talking about getting rid off evildoers, it might be even brighter. I don't think that someone like Hatework is going to take their little speech too lightly and ... Suddenly, the arena lights shut down again like earlier on! Mike: Oh come on, not that freak again spewing his bile! The camera turns to the video screen. Other than the flickering lights coming from the huge screen above the entrance area, the arena is utterly dark. The fans are roaring in anticipation ... Slowly, an image begins to emerge from the disturbing buzz on the screen. A nightly scenery ... the broadcast has switched to show the clip on full screen. The camera slowly approaches a large stonewall with a metal gateway in the middle. The lights from the stars and the moon paints an eerie picture of decay - the metal is rusty, the wall covered with all sorts of plants and bushes almost hide half of the entrance portal. On a plate next to the gate it says "Keep out" in red letters. On top of the gate, extending across the portal, are big metal letters: Arkham Asylum. The gate is halfway open. The camera now shows a picture of a yard where tall grass is dominating the scene. A paved yet overgrown road leads towards a huge building further in the back. Several large oak trees are growing left and right from the walkway. Hard breathing is to be heard, obviously coming from the person handling the camera. The place looks to be abandoned for decades. As we get closer to the house, barred windows become visible. The camera is shaking with every step the handler takes. Mike: What is this? Jerry: Umm ... a pretty large building ... Asylum?? The screen is shaking even more as the person walks up the stairwell that leads to the entrance of the building. And, surprisingly, that door is open as well. Jerry: To be honest with you Mike, that house pretty much resembles what I would call a haunted place. There is no chance in hell I would step inside that old ruin ... Mike: Let us wait and see what happens next ... As we head inside, the first audible thing is coming from a grandfather clock. It is fairly dark however, so there is no visual on anything that is beyond 3-4 feet from the camera. After we cross the room for a few seconds, it appears to be some sort of entrance lobby. The person handling the camera definately knows the place as we head straight for a door on the right side of the room. Once open, the camera man starts walking down a rather narrow corridor with doors on the left and right. He ignores them however and takes a left turn at the end of the corridor. Another stairwell, and a rather long one at that. At the bottom there is another door ... Jerry: WHAT WAS THAT? As the person opens the door, we hear a rather quiet, but still very present scream ... somewhere ... by someone. It sounds like a mere echo, and its absolutely not possible to determine where it came from, but it was definately there. The man ignores it however and keeps going. There are cells to the left and right in another corridor where candles are lit on the walls. Shadows are dancing and follow the man's every step. Down the corridor is a huge metal door ... Mike: It looks like we are close to having an answer ... The door swings open to the inside ... its an empty room. The moon is the only source of light in here. Suddenly ... a huge figure is rising on the opposite wall. Its shadow is growing on the stones ... the face is staying in the twilight as out of a sudden, the person opens the eyes ... they are completely WHITE! No pupils are visible! But now we can see who it is - its Hatework! The man with the camera halts ... Jerry: I knew it!! Mike: It is the goddamn room he was seen in several times throughout his career so far ... Hatework is standing there, statued and frozen in time. Then, as he looks up and throws his hair to the back, he starts to speak in a surprisingly mild tone ... Hatework: Welcome to where midnightmares are born! Welcome to where time loses all meaning! I invited you to this place because sometimes, pictures say more than a thousand words. The reflection is the truth ... and the truth is me. Hatework takes a pause and glances into the camera. H20, you exploit your little rematch clause so you can meet me again? Then I really bid you welcome to my world. I hope you are taking a good look H20, and I hope you will understand. They say that if there is a lot of pain in one place, the place becomes pained. They say if there is enough emptiness in one place, the place becomes empty. This is here, this is now ... and this is what you can never overcome, let alone handle. There are moments ... when you have to become one with pain to live through it. When your greatest fears envelop your mind, you become one with fear. I am the reflection of fear and pain, H20. I have inhaled the misery of this place, made it a part of me, and I shall spit it at you. At Lesson in Loyalty, you will learn a valuable lesson in life ... that wherever we go, we always have our source of origin in our hearts and souls. And if its an empty place, a wounded place, so it empties the heart ... and slays the soul. Hatework stops for a moment and looks around ... And after all H20 ... He cracks a weird smile, he almost has a warm expression on his face ... After all, there is no place like home! Hatework bows his head and steps back into a dark corner where he sinks to the ground ... Suddenly, the camera races backwards. It looks like a 10 time rewind of the trip into the building. It goes faster and faster until there is a total of the asylum ... and the footage cuts as the arena lights go back on. The fans are awe-struck and excited at the same time. Kids have a look of terror in their eyes, and outgrown fans are standing there with their jaws clapped open. Jerry: I am at a lack of words, I ... this is weird! WHO IS THAT GUY? Mike: Even more so ... WHO is that camera man? PCW Monday Night Mayhem cuts to commercial ... |
Hatework Height: 6'9" Weight: 295 lbs Finisher: Hatebomb PPV Wins: 7 PPV Losses: 3 1 time former PCW World Heavyweight Champion Reign Tenure: 321 days 1 time former Extreme champion Reign Tenure: 152 days | |
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| ~Hatework~ | Mar 28 2006, 11:26 AM Post #4 |
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PCW Monday Night Mayhem returns from commercial break as we see four men in the ring, with a lovely lady standing in the center. Its PCW's own, beautiful ring announcer Brandi. "Princess" Brandi Frye: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 457 pounds - the team of Jerry Daniels and Kaos! Both men lift their arms and start working the crowd. The fans pop mildly. "Princess" Brandi Frye: And their opponents ... at a total combined weight of 501 pounds - they are "The British Bruiser" Dan Neville and Rich Ward! The audience responds with boos. Neville shouts out a very audible "Shut up!" Mike: We're up for some fantastic tag team action tonight. A lot of people rally in teams lately ever since PCW introduced the tag belts at Deliverance. Everyone is going to take shots at The Quint Clique for their precious belongings. Jerry: Yes. I wonder if any of these two teams we're about to see in action has what it takes to make it to the top. But there goes the bell ... Neville and Kaos start out. The bulky "British Bruiser" goes for a clothesline right away, but Kaos ducks and rolls past Neville. Neville has an angry look on his face, especially after Kaos starts doing flapjacks. The bruiser charges again, and this time things get only worse for him. Kaos uses his momentum and shows an armdrag to flip Neville over! Mike: Nice counter by Kaos! This is a nice opening match for Monday Night Mayhem and ... WHAT THE HELL? Suddenly, the arena lights are shut down. "Puritania" hits! Jerry: ITS HATEWORK!! Mike: You have got to be kidding me. What is his business in this match? Jerry: I guess we'll find out in due time ... Hatework steps through the curtain to a massive chorus of boos. A blacklight spot is on him in an otherwise totally dark arena as he lifts up his PCW world title. Mike: Remember the disturbing footage we saw last week? That ... asylum in which he apparently hangs out ... I mean, how much do we really know about this guy? Jerry: I know enough about him to avoid him like the plague to be honest ... Hatework slowly and stoically walks down the aisle. The four competitors in the ring, unable to do much cause of the darkness, just stand there in anticipation. As Hatework arrives at ringside, he takes a microphone from the timekeeper's table and the lights go back on. The men inside the ring are all in a fighting stance. Hatework starts talking with a low voice ... Hatework: Expect the unexpected - always consider the element of surprise. You people in the arena here ... and especially, you four miserable, lousy bottom end low lifes are in for the surprise of your life. You see, H20 likes to call his loss of the belt cheap. He likes to work around his misery by claiming it should have never happened, that he was a victim of the circumstances. And I am out here to prove that it will happen again, again and over again, with any challenger who dares to call me out. So I am making an offer. How about we skip that little no good tag team match of yours ... and have the four of you go at it instead? The people in the arena roar ... but seem excited. The guys in the ring give each other confused looks ... Hatework: Not only for the hell of it, mind you. Hatework cracks a vicious smile ... Hatework: Whoever is the last man standing in that ring will get a shot at my belt right here, right now! The crowd is on fire now and starts popping, mainly for their two favorites in the ring, but also, a good amount of fans is beginning to chant for H20. The four guys in the ring still have confused looks on their faces - as Dan Neville suddenly strikes down his own tag team partner Rich Ward. He then goes for Jerry Daniels but misses and Kaos sends him down with a legsweep. The bell rings! Mike: They just made this match official! I can't believe it! Jerry: Hatework keeps mentioning his reign of terror ... and I think we are just witnessing it first hand. Jerry Daniels and Kaos shake hands briefly and lock up. They move back and forth - Daniels with a headlock takeover but Kaos kicks out. Daniels goes for a clothesline - Kaos ducks and shows a legsweep. Jerry leaps over it however - but gets decked by a kick to the head. Kaos climbs the top rope and comes down on Daniels with a moonsault. The subsequent pin leads to a near fall. On the outside, Hatework is slowly walking around the ring. He surveys the action in the squared circle closely, yet seems somehow abscent minded. Mike: Those white contacts he puts on as of late freak me out ... Back to in ring and Ward and Neville are exchanging blows. Ward has an angry look on his face for getting pummeled by Neville with a sneaky, underhanded strike earlier on. He forces the "British Bruiser" back into the corner of the ring, climbs the second turnbuckle and keeps hammering away on him. Neville gets a hold of him though - inverted atomic drop! Rich Ward is in tremendous pain - sidewalk slam! Neville's attempt of a pinfall scores a 2 count as Ward gets his shoulder up. Kaos still has the upper hand over Jerry Daniels - snapmare and dropkick to the back of the head! Kaos points to the corner of the ring to a good pop from the audience. Hatework on the audience does not seem to be bothered by anything ... Kaos is on the top turnbuckle, ready to come down on Jerry as suddenly, Dan Neville is there! He grabs an unaware Kaos and plants him into the canvas with a powerslam. The referee counts ... 1 2 3! Kaos is eliminated! Neville starts working on Jerry Daniels now. He goes in a mounted position and hammers away at his exposed forehead. Rich Ward gets up and kicks Neville's back several times ... Ward picks him up ... release german suplex! Ward is now in control as he connects with a gutwrench suplex. Cover leads to a near fall only. But Ward is far from being done with Dan Neville. He sends him into the ropes and connects with a back body drop as the bruiser comes bouncing back. Ward raises his arms. He has a confident look on his face as he surveys the ring, seeing both Jerry Daniels and Dan Neville stirring on the floor. Hatework on the outside is unimpressed. He stares hard at Rich Ward, with no emotion visible on his face. His eyes, completely white from the contacts, give no hint on what is going on inside of him either. Ward scoops up Jerry Daniels - body slam. Elbow drop! He picks him back up again and shows a swiftly executed suplex. Daniels kicks out at two and a half. Ward slams the mat in frustration. That gives Neville the time he needed! He charges at Ward and executes a nasty looking spear. Mike: He almost broke him in half here ... Neville hooks the leg for the pin ... 1 2 3! Ward is out! Jerry: Wow, just wow. That must have hurt ... Mike: Neville or Daniels ... one of these guys will take on Hatework for the PCW title right after this. And I would be shocked if they, after this beating, could do any harm to him. Is that what you call a fighting champion? Hatework, as if he wanted to reply to Huntsicker, smiles in a weird way. He re-positions the belt on his shoulder and pats it as the action in the ring continues. Neville scoops up Daniels ... but the young man slips through! ROLL UP! 1 2 3!!! ITS OVER! Daniels has made it! The fans pop like crazy for Jerry Daniels. Hatework is still cold as ice and thoughtfully smiles. Mike: Yes, yes, yes! What an effort by Jerry Daniels. He has earned that shot. Daniels slowly gets back to his feet as Neville rolls out of the ring and slams his hand on the apron in anger. Daniels regains composure and climbs the corner of the ring to celebrate with the fans. In his back, Hatework puts the belt on the apron, drops his coat and rolls into the ring. Daniels hops down from the turnbuckle - and is met by a devestating big boot! Hatework stands over him and smiles. He asks for a microphone. Hatework: You have your match ... ring that damn bell. Jerry is stirring. Hatework picks him up and whips him into the corner of the ring just to follow with a clothesline that lifts Daniels off his feet. A bulldog later Daniels is flat on his stomache. Hatework growls something inaudible at Daniels and pulls him up by the hair. DDT! Daniels is busted open as the results. Hatework rolls him around, pulls him back up and shows the second DDT of the series. 3DT! Daniels gets planted into the mat and is not moving an inch. But Hatework mercilessly keeps up the pressure with his patented hatebomb. The fans are in a booing frenzy meanwhile. Hatework stands up and puts his foot on Daniels' chest ... 1 2 3! "Princess" Brandi Frye: Here is your winner and still PCW champion - HAATEWOORK! Mike: What a goddamn farce! He is making a joke out of PCW ... Hatework grabs Daniels by his neck and tights and tosses him out of the ring like a ragdoll. He picks up his title belt and gets a microphone handed ... Hatework: H20, this is a message being send to you loud and clear. You ignore the warning signs, you are oblivious to the fact that I am ... what can't be fought. Come Lesson in Loyalty, your lesson shall be that you can't beat ... that which finds nourishment in your attack. You... H20's music hits! ITS THE FORMER CHAMPION! The fans are on their feet and cheer for H20 like there was no tomorrow ... |
Hatework Height: 6'9" Weight: 295 lbs Finisher: Hatebomb PPV Wins: 7 PPV Losses: 3 1 time former PCW World Heavyweight Champion Reign Tenure: 321 days 1 time former Extreme champion Reign Tenure: 152 days | |
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| ~H20~ | Mar 28 2006, 03:23 PM Post #5 |
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H20’s music is blaring over the PA system. The fans pop hugely screaming chants of “H20 H20 H20” that shake the building. H20 enters the ramp raises his arm in salute to the fans and makes his way down to the ring with is microphone in hand. Jerry Byerline: What the hell does he want. Hatework was giving the crowd some words of wisdom on how H20 will never win the title back off of him. And He interrupts how rude! Mike Huntsicker: Oh shut up Jerry and just wait and see what the TRUE champion has to say. H20 continues down the ramp with a slow pace staring at the self proclaimed root of all evil. H20 makes it toward the ring steps he bounds up them and climbs into the ring. H20’s music fades out as he brings the microphone closer to his mouth, Hatework cuts him off Hatework: Well , well, well What do we have here. The person who I will reign my hell on. The FORMER Champion H20. Lets hear it for H20 losing his title to me at Deliverance! (Hatework sarcastically applauds) H20: All right, all right we all have gathered that I am no longer the Champion. We’ve also gathered that you, are not a champion. You are nothing more than a lucky S.O.B who took a cheap opportunity to win the most valuble coveted prize in this industry today. I’ve had enough of this waiting around for Lesson In Loyalty to come. Let’s Finish this right now! Hatework: I’m not one to say no to a challenge from someone who is easily dispatched. Let’s go. H20 and Hatework stare each other down. Hatework Raises his fist and proceeds to throw a right at H20, “welcome to the jubgle” by Guns n Roses shoots out the speakers and The PCW Chief Of Staff, Jack Stantz makes his presence known at the Top on the Ramp with a microphone in his hand. Jack Stanzt: Hey, what the hell do you think your doing. This is not a match I am giving away free to these bunch of low life fans, I’m saving this bad boy for Lesson in loyalty. It will surely put some asses in seats. And that means more money. So you’ll just have to bottle up your anger until Lesson In Loyalty wont ya’. Untill then boys if one punch is pulled you will be suspended indefinitely. And you will lose your title shot, H20. Hatework will be stripped of that belt. I am determined on getting my huge payoff after you two duke it out. Remember you work for me…..DEAL WITH IT. We see Hatework lower his fist as jack stantz leaves the ramp. Hatework leaves the ring and make his way back to the locker room. H20 stays in the ring and raises his microphone one more time. H20: Hatework, YOU WILL DROWN H20 drops the microphone and his music hits once again and he leaves to the locker room |
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| Jack Stantz | Apr 4 2006, 09:45 PM Post #6 |
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This is where you are to post your Role Plays pertaining to Lesson in Loyalty. Do remember, these promos and the story you build with them will have an effect on the future direction of your character. Only people directly involved with this match may post here. Any one else will have their post deleted and swifter action may be required. Good luck competitors! |
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| ~Hatework~ | Apr 6 2006, 01:34 AM Post #7 |
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PCW Monday Night Mayhem returns from commercial break. The announcers Mike Huntsicker and Jerry Byerline are going off about The Ayster and his upcoming contract signing on next week's edition of Monday Night Mayhem as the arena goes dark. A lonely cello is playing an eerie sounding, slow melody ... the videotron flickers and shows the metal letters "Arkham Asylum" that span the arch over the entrance to the creepy house where Hatework held his disturbing speech two weeks ago. Then, the screen flickers again ... and bloodred letters fade in, forming the words "The root of all evil". The cello music dies and the heavy drumming from Dimmu Borgir's "Puritania" hits. The entrance area is covered in white smoke as blacklight is dancing across the arena. The PCW champion Hatework steps out from the curtain to a serenade of boos from the fans. He is wearing his leather coat with the title belt over his left shoulder. The white contacts Hatework uses as of late make him almost look like a ghost in combination with the foul and creepy atmosphere from the blacklight and smoke. He finally starts heading down the ramp and aisle. People hold signs in his path saying "Hatework shall drown" and "H20 - the true champion" as he passes them by. Hatework just brushes them off. He arrives at ringside and walks up the steps. Once inside the squared circle, the arena lights go back on and a ringside official hands him a microphone. Hatework slowly walks around the ring and cracks a sinister smile. Hatework: You keep cheering for your ... hero (almost spits that word out) all you want, it is not going to change the fact that at Lesson in Loyalty, I will annihilate him once and for all. H20 ... last week, of all the people, Jack Stantz made you live to see the next day. You entered the demon's pit and challenged me ... and you got away with it. For now! At Lesson in Loyalty H20, its a whole different story. Hatework lowers the mic for a moment and listens to more booing from the fans. He seems to enjoy it as all he does is showing a vicious grinning. H20, you claim that I stole the belt. You claim that it was cheap ... well let me tell you something, former champion (cracks a weird smile again). I am a scavenger of human sorrow. I dine on your pain H20. And so I shall feast on your misery when at Lesson in Loyalty you realize that you cannot handle the truth. I am the foul reflection of what you stand for H20. A travesty of your beliefs if you will. You are nothing, like everyone in this arena, you are insignificant to the greater truth that I stand for. And it is here ... and it is now ... and it says the demon has come to stay. The camera goes to a close up of Hatework's face. His pupils are hidden by the white contacts, and together with his face being a mask of scorn and hatred, it gives him an almost surreal touch. H20, all that you are doing is whistling in the dark, like so many men who fell before me. You know, and everyone in this arena knows, that had it not been for Stantz disallowing any contact between us last week, you would not even step into the ring at Lesson in Loyalty. But the day of wrath is coming H20. Your time is ticking away, and once our paths finally cross, you will find out first hand why I am the root of all evil ... and why there is none so vile. The shadow is rising once again ... fear the demon! "Puritania" hits one more time as Hatework drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He glares at some fans at ringside who instantly seem to try and avoid eye contact. Mike: What a match this is going to be. Hatework and H20 go one on one for the most coveted title in PCW, and it won't be pretty. Hatework will use his beastly strength and H20, being the technically sound man he is, will try everything possible to prevent Hatework from going up close and personal. Two styles, two philosophies ... and two completely opposite personalities clash at Lesson in Loyalty. Make sure to order PCW's mega event from your local provider ... Jerry: ... and witness Hatework totally massacre H20 ... Mike: You're quite a tosser you know that Jerry? Like I said, while blatantly ignoring Jerry's smart comment (chuckles), make sure to order Lesson in Loyalty. Stay tuned for we will be right back after this ... PCW Monday Night Mayhem cuts to commercial ... |
Hatework Height: 6'9" Weight: 295 lbs Finisher: Hatebomb PPV Wins: 7 PPV Losses: 3 1 time former PCW World Heavyweight Champion Reign Tenure: 321 days 1 time former Extreme champion Reign Tenure: 152 days | |
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| Jack Stantz | Apr 10 2006, 08:02 PM Post #8 |
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The Man Who Reaps Your Rewards
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As Monday Night Mayhem returns, we see Jack Stantz in his office with The Ayster... Ayster is rolling his shoulders talking about the punishment he plans on delivering to Mark Tate at Lesson in Loyalty... Jack Stantz: Don't sweat it man... You got Tate just where he needs to be... He's running scared and come Lesson in Loyalty, he won't have anywhere else to run... It's only a matter of time untill we can get that World Heavy- Stantz is cut off by the door opening. Hatework enteres and The Ayster suddenly becomes very still. Hatework walks up to the two men, his World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. The Ayster turns to face him and the two stand face to face... The crowd cheers loudly at the thought of both men trying to tear each other apart. Mike: Oh my... Just the very thought that these two monsters may meet in one ring gives me chills like you wouldn't believe... Jerry: Now THAT would be some real chaos... The two men stare each other down as Jack Stantz stands in the background. Neither man blinks... Finally, after a few seconds, but what seems like an eternity, Jack Stantz breaks the silence... Jack Stantz: Ayster, you have a match to get ready for... I'll see you after you take care of your business in the ring. The Ayster doesn't move right away. But when he does it almost seems grudgingly. Hatework turns his head watching him with a sickened look on his face. Jack Stantz: So Hatework... What brings you to my humble doorstep on this most lovely evening? Hatework turns back to Stantz and has now seemed to have forgotten The Ayster. Hatework: Stantz, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you... If your setting something up to screw me out of my title and get it on your little boy Ayster, you'd might as well give it up. Because I'll be damned if I let some little unthreatening rat like you take whats mine, or be anywhere near responsible for me loosing it... Jack Stantz seems scared at first, but scoffs and then leans back against his desk. Acting as cool as he can he speaks... Jack Stantz: Well I understand your concern, and I have every intention of keeping my nose as clean from yuor business as I possibly can, but it seems as if though we're at a paradox... As I'm sure you know, I have a match against Martyn Marcus at Lesson in Loyalty... And since I want to beat him and have my hands washed of him completely forever, I'd like to get some advice from someone who has been in the ring with him... Hatework rolls his eyes at the thought of Martyn Marcus... He looks at Stantz and speaks sternly... Hatework: So are you saying that you are going to try and screw me out of this belt if I don't give you some advice on how to beat that little piss ant Martyn Marcus? Jack Stantz doesnt seem to be wanting to look Hatework in the eye as he speaks... Jack Stantz: Well, I'm not saying that directly- Hatework quickly leans in over Stantz coming very close to Stantz' face... Hatework: Do it Stantz. I dare you. Cross me and see what happens... Do it... Personally, I don't think you have the balls... But I guess we'll just have to see... Hatework stays leaned over Stantz for a second more before turning to leave... Stantz stands up and looks angry but says nothing as the camera cuts back to the ring... |
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