Post by Public Enemies on Jun 11, 2011 13:26:06 GMT -5
The end of NeXuS doesn't mark the end, but rather instead the marks the beginning of another awesome journey. This TUESDAY marks the beginning of the epic HARDCORE-GAMES! In preparation for the majestic show, GM Smarky Smark addresses the GHW Universe with a shocking announcement and the return of a familiar face:
There is a buzz amongst the fans of Glory and Honor Wrestling, but not the buzz that is traditionally expected prior to another week of Triumph or Combat. You see, many of the fans in attendance surfed the interwebs, coming across dirtsheet reports that one of their lovable princesses had been fired. Of course, no one wanted to jump to any conclusions until they heard word from GHW themselves. This, plus the action expected throughout the night, meant that this Tuesday Night Triumph would be one of the most hotly anticipated shows the company has seen in a good while. Instead of the usual title package that plays on the tron, and to the viewers at home, cameras begin rolling, displaying the ring. Inside it, a solemn looking quartet. From left to right, El Nacho Grande, Erin Rajkowski, the General Manager of Triumph Smarky Smark, and Chip Diddy. A single spotlight bathes the four in an almost cold glow. Slowly, Smarky raises the microphone.
“You may have heard on the dirtsheets. A rumour, of sorts. But you may as well hear it from the proper authority…
I DID INDEED FIRE HAVEN CASSADY.”
Immediately following that, the lights go crazy; changing colours and flashing to emphasise a party atmosphere. The Pogues’ “Fiesta” plays through the speakers, turning the once solemn GHW Arena in to something out of the Jersey Shore. The guys in the ring are celebrating and dancing, and so are the GHW Diehards in attendance. Cheers erupt through the arena, as the party remains in full swing for a good 20 seconds or so. After the fans and the guys in the ring have had their fill of mockery, Smarky laughs as he raises the mic once more, and the music fades out.
“Now that that piece of trash is out of the way, we are now facing quite the dilemma. You see, the girl may have been a plague on this company, but she did hold the King of the Deathmatch Championship. I happened to come across a recent episode of… *scoff* Genesis…”
The GM stifles a laugh, almost finding it funny to mention them in the same breath as GHW business.
“I was watching the show, and I happened to see young Haven. Carrying the King of the Deathmatch belt. The belt that you would think she’d have the good grace to return. Ah well, you come to expect little from scum like her. Let her keep the title, I say. Let her parade the little butterfly crapola she carries around that skinny waist. Let her pass herself off as something that I know, and she knows, she isn’t.
Because she may be a champion in her twisted mind, but NOT in GHW. I hereby declare the King of the Deathmatch Championship… VACATED!”
Another loud pop from the masses of fans in the stands. A smile cracks on the face of the General Manager, and he continues in a much happier tone.
“So the situation now is – we have no champion, but a ton of worthy challengers. A sea of talented fighters, each wanting their shot at the strap. It makes me think… what better time to KICK OFF THE 2011 H-GAMES TOURNAMENT!”
A yet louder pop. Aside from the NeXuS Deathmatch, this is the most wonderful time of the year in GHW.
“That’s right, GHW! Thirteen men and women will take part in some of the most gruelling, demented, and hellish deathmatches allowed on television! If any parents are watching with children, I would advise you to send them to bed. Make them do their homework. Tell them to get out the Nintendo DS and go upstairs or something. Because tonight, I promise that you will see some of the goriest fights imaginable!”
Just as the Shaman of Sci-Fi finishes his last word, he is taken aback by music. Music that seems familiar. Music not heard in almost a year. Chip and Nacho immediately get in to defence mode, standing guard either side of Smarky and Erin, readying themselves for what is to come...
Through the billowing prop smoke and blinding lights a figure can be seen emerging from backstage. Red trunks, red vest, gold pads on his elbow and knee joints augmented by a set of gilded boots and a familiarly drab piece of silverware hanging from his right hand.
"Is that...?"
"It looks alot like..."
It may not be in its current form, pink and glittery as that would be, but it'd certainly appear to be the classic style KotDM championship. The crowd know the name, the men and woman in the ring know the name, all the people watching at home know the name but the camera stutters on his lower body til Smarky utters that one glorious word.
"Walker."
One operator switch and the screen centers on the ever chipper face of mama Walkers baby boy, Tommy, acknowledging his name drop by the figurehead of the company. Reaching the ramps end and confidently rolling on the ring our man seemlessly leaves the title belt on the apron and gets to his feet directly infront of arguably the most powerful man in GHW. Chip and Nacho brace to defend their leader but a simple facial expression has them stand down. A tense face off between Smarky and Thomas follows, with their eyes only breaking for the former to take a closer look at the championship. A coy smile and both their faces crack with wide smiles as Walker takes the microphone.
"Oh G-H-W, how I've missed thee."
"Somehow that doesn't sound sincere."
"The H-Games loom and I thought to myself; what better time to return and put myself back ontop of this company, ride it daily, nightly and leave it a broken cum sodden mess just like the last time I was here. That brings me to you Smarkles."
Having retrieved another microphone the shaman of sci-fi pipes up.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly makes you believe I'd let you muscle in on my lady without some form of return payment?"
"Oh but you would be getting so much more out of this than I. See all I ask of you is to line up chump after chump for me to put at my mercy, in setups of your choosing ofcourse, and in return you'll be getting a champion to take THAT belt into the H-Games as has been the tradition for so many years now. You'll have someone worthy of holding that belt once more in residence. You'll be getting rivveting matches at the low low cost of your worthless roster. All this could be yours, call me Santa Claus if you want."
The crowd have begun to boo, but Smarky seems a little more passive than the angry mob. Raising his microphone he seems set to give a response but Tommy jumps in.
"Who better to take this title and run with it? It took me less than two weeks to win it when I first came to GHW, that was in the very first round of last years H-Games. I carried it through round after round, and finally won the tournament. Headlined PPV after PPV. Former champions fell at my feet. One by one they all bowed down. One by one I made each of them regret ever becoming part of the wrestling industry. Look at Skull, to see what remains of the men I crush under my boots. Make a wise choice Smarks, this'll be your only chance to turn this ship around and avoid the black hole that's sucking it into the plane of obscurity."
Smarky stares blankly for a few seconds, while Chip and Nacho flank the General Manager, waiting to be called in to action. It takes a while for the Shaman of Sci-Fi to reply to the 2010 H-Games Winner, and when it comes, it isn’t a positive one.
“Thomas Walker… well I can commend you on one thing. You came here alone tonight, for possibly the first time ever. I mean, you say you completed all these great feats, beaten champions, won H-Games – but everyone in this arena knows that without your weasel of a brother, you wouldn’t be able to claim ANY of these achievements! You couldn’t do anything by yourself, and yet you still decide to stroll in to MY ring, during MY airtime, telling ME what is right for MY company?”
The crowd begins to cheer once more at the former KotDM being put in his place by the boss, but Smarky isn’t done yet.
“I can name a ton of people who deserve that belt more than your sorry ass! Men and women that bust their butts week in, week out, just to have a shot at the big time. Heck, as soon as you lost that title, you ran for the hills with your tail between your legs! You haven’t even set foot in a GHW arena for 9 freakin’ months! If you think for one second that I am going to hand you the King of the Deathmatch Championship on a silver platter, you can go to hell!”
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand over that belt, right now.”
Thomas looks down at the strap around his waist, smiling fondly at the silver plate of the championship he held a monopoly on in 2010. Looking back up at the GM of Triumph, the ex-champion raises the microphone once more.
“After addressing me in that disrespectful tone? No dice, Smarky. Let this message go out to anyone stupid enough to fight in the H-Games. If you are lucky enough to win the whole damn thing and become champion, fine. “
“But if you want the belt that goes with it – you gotta go through me.”
Thomas Walker raises the championship in his grasp, smiling with that smug demeanour of his. “Refuse To Be Broken” hits the speakers once more, as the segment comes to an end...
H-Games Particpants!:
Damon Blaise
Chris Pyro
Kryptops
Nicholas Carson
Sam Keane
William Dent
Shawn Dreamer
Kahlan Clarkson
"The Pureblood" Skull
Freddy Muerte
The Psycho Kid
Shane Roberts
Dominik Santiago
TWO FINALISTS will face off at RED, WHITE, & BRUISED for the now VACANT KotDM Championship!
Don't miss Tuesday Night Triumph this Tuesday at 8pm!
“You may have heard on the dirtsheets. A rumour, of sorts. But you may as well hear it from the proper authority…
I DID INDEED FIRE HAVEN CASSADY.”
Immediately following that, the lights go crazy; changing colours and flashing to emphasise a party atmosphere. The Pogues’ “Fiesta” plays through the speakers, turning the once solemn GHW Arena in to something out of the Jersey Shore. The guys in the ring are celebrating and dancing, and so are the GHW Diehards in attendance. Cheers erupt through the arena, as the party remains in full swing for a good 20 seconds or so. After the fans and the guys in the ring have had their fill of mockery, Smarky laughs as he raises the mic once more, and the music fades out.
“Now that that piece of trash is out of the way, we are now facing quite the dilemma. You see, the girl may have been a plague on this company, but she did hold the King of the Deathmatch Championship. I happened to come across a recent episode of… *scoff* Genesis…”
The GM stifles a laugh, almost finding it funny to mention them in the same breath as GHW business.
“I was watching the show, and I happened to see young Haven. Carrying the King of the Deathmatch belt. The belt that you would think she’d have the good grace to return. Ah well, you come to expect little from scum like her. Let her keep the title, I say. Let her parade the little butterfly crapola she carries around that skinny waist. Let her pass herself off as something that I know, and she knows, she isn’t.
Because she may be a champion in her twisted mind, but NOT in GHW. I hereby declare the King of the Deathmatch Championship… VACATED!”
Another loud pop from the masses of fans in the stands. A smile cracks on the face of the General Manager, and he continues in a much happier tone.
“So the situation now is – we have no champion, but a ton of worthy challengers. A sea of talented fighters, each wanting their shot at the strap. It makes me think… what better time to KICK OFF THE 2011 H-GAMES TOURNAMENT!”
A yet louder pop. Aside from the NeXuS Deathmatch, this is the most wonderful time of the year in GHW.
“That’s right, GHW! Thirteen men and women will take part in some of the most gruelling, demented, and hellish deathmatches allowed on television! If any parents are watching with children, I would advise you to send them to bed. Make them do their homework. Tell them to get out the Nintendo DS and go upstairs or something. Because tonight, I promise that you will see some of the goriest fights imaginable!”
Just as the Shaman of Sci-Fi finishes his last word, he is taken aback by music. Music that seems familiar. Music not heard in almost a year. Chip and Nacho immediately get in to defence mode, standing guard either side of Smarky and Erin, readying themselves for what is to come...
Through the billowing prop smoke and blinding lights a figure can be seen emerging from backstage. Red trunks, red vest, gold pads on his elbow and knee joints augmented by a set of gilded boots and a familiarly drab piece of silverware hanging from his right hand.
"Is that...?"
"It looks alot like..."
It may not be in its current form, pink and glittery as that would be, but it'd certainly appear to be the classic style KotDM championship. The crowd know the name, the men and woman in the ring know the name, all the people watching at home know the name but the camera stutters on his lower body til Smarky utters that one glorious word.
"Walker."
One operator switch and the screen centers on the ever chipper face of mama Walkers baby boy, Tommy, acknowledging his name drop by the figurehead of the company. Reaching the ramps end and confidently rolling on the ring our man seemlessly leaves the title belt on the apron and gets to his feet directly infront of arguably the most powerful man in GHW. Chip and Nacho brace to defend their leader but a simple facial expression has them stand down. A tense face off between Smarky and Thomas follows, with their eyes only breaking for the former to take a closer look at the championship. A coy smile and both their faces crack with wide smiles as Walker takes the microphone.
"Oh G-H-W, how I've missed thee."
"Somehow that doesn't sound sincere."
"The H-Games loom and I thought to myself; what better time to return and put myself back ontop of this company, ride it daily, nightly and leave it a broken cum sodden mess just like the last time I was here. That brings me to you Smarkles."
Having retrieved another microphone the shaman of sci-fi pipes up.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly makes you believe I'd let you muscle in on my lady without some form of return payment?"
"Oh but you would be getting so much more out of this than I. See all I ask of you is to line up chump after chump for me to put at my mercy, in setups of your choosing ofcourse, and in return you'll be getting a champion to take THAT belt into the H-Games as has been the tradition for so many years now. You'll have someone worthy of holding that belt once more in residence. You'll be getting rivveting matches at the low low cost of your worthless roster. All this could be yours, call me Santa Claus if you want."
The crowd have begun to boo, but Smarky seems a little more passive than the angry mob. Raising his microphone he seems set to give a response but Tommy jumps in.
"Who better to take this title and run with it? It took me less than two weeks to win it when I first came to GHW, that was in the very first round of last years H-Games. I carried it through round after round, and finally won the tournament. Headlined PPV after PPV. Former champions fell at my feet. One by one they all bowed down. One by one I made each of them regret ever becoming part of the wrestling industry. Look at Skull, to see what remains of the men I crush under my boots. Make a wise choice Smarks, this'll be your only chance to turn this ship around and avoid the black hole that's sucking it into the plane of obscurity."
“Thomas Walker… well I can commend you on one thing. You came here alone tonight, for possibly the first time ever. I mean, you say you completed all these great feats, beaten champions, won H-Games – but everyone in this arena knows that without your weasel of a brother, you wouldn’t be able to claim ANY of these achievements! You couldn’t do anything by yourself, and yet you still decide to stroll in to MY ring, during MY airtime, telling ME what is right for MY company?”
The crowd begins to cheer once more at the former KotDM being put in his place by the boss, but Smarky isn’t done yet.
“I can name a ton of people who deserve that belt more than your sorry ass! Men and women that bust their butts week in, week out, just to have a shot at the big time. Heck, as soon as you lost that title, you ran for the hills with your tail between your legs! You haven’t even set foot in a GHW arena for 9 freakin’ months! If you think for one second that I am going to hand you the King of the Deathmatch Championship on a silver platter, you can go to hell!”
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand over that belt, right now.”
Thomas looks down at the strap around his waist, smiling fondly at the silver plate of the championship he held a monopoly on in 2010. Looking back up at the GM of Triumph, the ex-champion raises the microphone once more.
“After addressing me in that disrespectful tone? No dice, Smarky. Let this message go out to anyone stupid enough to fight in the H-Games. If you are lucky enough to win the whole damn thing and become champion, fine. “
“But if you want the belt that goes with it – you gotta go through me.”
Thomas Walker raises the championship in his grasp, smiling with that smug demeanour of his. “Refuse To Be Broken” hits the speakers once more, as the segment comes to an end...
H-Games Particpants!:
Damon Blaise
Chris Pyro
Kryptops
Nicholas Carson
Sam Keane
William Dent
Shawn Dreamer
Kahlan Clarkson
"The Pureblood" Skull
Freddy Muerte
The Psycho Kid
Shane Roberts
Dominik Santiago
TWO FINALISTS will face off at RED, WHITE, & BRUISED for the now VACANT KotDM Championship!
KING/QUEEN OF THE DEATHMATCH CHAMPIONSHIP
Don't miss Tuesday Night Triumph this Tuesday at 8pm!
