Sycho Sam
Upper Carder
The Hardcore Headbanger
Posts: 180
|
Post by Sycho Sam on Jul 17, 2011 14:55:56 GMT -5
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Bang. The lights go out in the arena leaving everyone alone in the dark, confused and scared. Loud, Heavy metal music is heard throughout the arena as Domination by Pantera blasts through the speakers. Loud revving sounds are heard and the titantron flickers to life. The fans boo at what is written on the screen in Green on a black background:
Prepare for Total Domination.
The Titantron wipes this message and another one is put up
Prepare for Total Annihilation
For the second time it wipes the statement away and displays another one.
Prepare for the Chaos Theory!
The titantron shows clips of Lachlan and Sam in action. They show Sam's numerous bloody battles of the past and they show Lachlan sending his opponents through tables. The screen then goes dark again and slowly, written in fire Chaos Theory gets larger on the screen. The fans boo harder as they realise who it is. Chaos Theory bust out of the curtains on custom made motorbikes as the lyrics of the song start to play. Sam on a red harley with the words Sycho Sam on the body in large black letters. Lachlan is riding a black chopper, decorated with silver skulls all over the bike. The two start to spin the tyres on the bikes onstage, sending smoke and the smell of burnt rubber over the crowd. Chaos theory then start slowly riding down the ramp, to the boos of the crowd.
Agony is the price That you'll pay in the end Domination consumes you Then calls you a friend It's a twisted fall Binds are like steel And manipulates the will to be And it's hard to see How soon we forget When there's nothing else Left to destroy It's a useless ploy
Your eyes will see The dawn of the day And the writing On the wall Those words that stare Into your soul And to yourself You will befall
"Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 545 pounds, the team of Sycho Sam and Lachlan Smith; Chaos Theory!!!"
Lachlan and Sam look at the crowd, watching them boo and begin to laugh at them. Sam turns to Lachlan and says something to him, but all that is heard above the boos are the odd words "These Are Retards" and the phrase, "We should kill them like dogs." At this, the crowd boo even harder and a fan actually throws his pepsi at Lachlan. It hits Lachlan in the face but sends its contents straight into Sam's Eyes. Lachlan slowly turns to the fan, smiling. The smile quickly dissapears and Lachlan grabs the fan by the throat and lifts him over the barricade. Lachlan lifts him up and chokeslams him and Sam runs over him on the bike. The fans now start an "Monkey TailS" chant as Sam and Lachlan do a lap of the ring before turning the engine off and pocketing the keys.
It's domination pushed into living hell Domination a now blacked heart Is reaching out divinity Body suspended by chains over razors And nails it's a penalty Each razor a vice and each nail Marks the demise of you life. Grim construction grows Has life played a trick Sealed you in brick by brick Till your end forcing you to bend
Your eyes will see The dawn of the day And the writing On the wall Those words that stare Into your soul And to yourself You will befall
"Sam and Lachlan are teaming together for the first time in many years here tonight, and though they have had many wild brawls against several opponents over the years, they haven't really tagged up in two and a half years and that may have an adverse effect."
"Chaos Theory might be tagging after a long time, but at least they have a tag team history! How the hell are Barta Bull and Sebastian gonna fare against these guys any way!? What chemistry do they have?"
"Sebastian is the #1 contender for Hayden's title though which means he's a step above everyone here. He could might as well be the difference between victory and defeat here."
Lachlan and Sam make their way into the ring, Sam climbing through the ropes, Lachlan over the top. The two stand in the middle of the ring, before dropping to the mat on both knees. The two bow their heads and raise their hands slowly. Quickly they raise their heads and stick their middle fingers up as flames shoot out of the ringposts, engulfing the ropes in fire. Lachlan then starts to pace the ring in anticipation for his opponents and Sam sits there quietly eyes locked on the stage in steely determination, hunger and anticipation.
It's domination pushed into living hell Domination a now blacked heart Is reaching out divinity Body suspended by chains over razors And nails it's a penalty Each razor a vice and each nail Marks the demise of you life. Grim construction grows Has life played a trick Sealed you in brick by brick Till your end forcing you to bend
Finally the opponents music hits.
|
|
|
Post by Public Enemies on Jul 17, 2011 16:47:00 GMT -5
Enter Barta Bull.
|
|
|
Post by Public Enemies on Jul 20, 2011 17:35:08 GMT -5
During an impromptu commerical break, Sebastien Parker enters the Jailhouse. (( Yeah, that's right. GHW has commercials during PPVs, startin' to think the guys who run the place are crooks )) DING! DING! DING!
|
|
|
Post by Public Enemies on Jul 26, 2011 15:20:53 GMT -5
The Jailhouse seals shut as the triple echo of the bell is heard around the outdoor stadium of Etihad. The Impact Player's muscles tighten in anguish for the matchup. Barta Bull stands collectively cool in the corner of the graphite-grayed surroundings. Sycho Sam clenches his fist off-and-on like a steel bear-trap. Chaos Theory braces for impact of the match with Lachlan Smith stepping out first to face the rag-tag opposition. Parker steps in-front of Barta Bull's corner to confront the approaching 6'11" Goliath that is Lachlan Smith. The Impact Player poises for attack as he lowers his frame, daring the valiant to step forth. As the competitor's eyes narrow into vicious crossairs, a dark uniformed man enters the jailhouse and floats to the ring apron where he climbs. The long trench-coat of the visitor braises the ring apron like a sultry dance as he figure grows ever-more apparent in the eyes of the attendants in and outside of the ring. The cloaked man slithers in-between the ropes and impasses the two battalions. The two warriors lose their dark stares into one another with the arrival of the visitor. The Impact Player loosens his foothold on the canvas and eyeballs the obstacle in-front of him. His eyes dance along the broad shoulders and the tall, tall pointy hat of the man.
"What's this now?!"
Two brash, solid eyebrows of the mysterious visionary cast their sights on Sebastien Parker. The Terrible Toro follows suit by straightening his posture. The hands appear from the mysterious stranger from underneath his cloak. One hand digs into a pocket and pulls out a silver whistle. The man shoves the whistle into his mouth, cheeks inflating like a balloon, and blows it hard, loud, and quick! The shriek of the whistle raises an eyebrow among the four competitors and raises uncontrollable bouts of laughter from the international audience. The official lashes back around and blows the whistle at Chaos Theory whom are unaffected.
"Are you serious!?" "YEAH! YEAH WE'RE SERIOUS MATT!" "It's a British Policeman!" "A Bobby!"
The man keeps the whistle in his mouth as he takes a step back, the heel of his leather boot grinding on the pale surface. The Bobby places his hands on his hips and parts the side of his trench-coat revealing his belt. On the belt is a large ring of keys. Two keys. The British Bobby raises his head to the top of the cell where a steel padlock dangles on on the hinge of a solid steel door. The quartet of talent, each to his own, looks up at the top of the structure. Their sights fade back down and peer to the side to the Bobby. Without a moment's notice, The Impact Player and The Ultimate Perfection lash out on top of Bobby The Bobby like lions feeding on a wild gazelle.
"Have at it boys! WOO!"
Sycho Sam envies the oppurtunity, but chooses to keep his sights on El Toro de El Paso. The two attackers slash through the bobby like a reaper, tearing his uniform to bits. The vicious and relentless search for the keys continue as Sycho Sam looks on above the scuffle. Unseen, Barta Bull slips down and out of the ring just outside of the unrelenting cell walls. The Texan flips up the GHW apron like Jaggeroth up-skirting a diesel-dyke lesbian at a truck-stop...
"Barta Bull, taking a trip outside the ring..." "And it looks like he wants a souvenir."
(( TBCB someone hopefully... ))
|
|
|
Post by Lachlan Smith on Jul 29, 2011 3:43:19 GMT -5
The scuffle continues over the keys, the Impact Player and the Ultimate Perfection rolling around in a blur, snarling like rabid dogs. Without warning, Sebastian Parker suddenly shoots his hand out of the tangled mass of bodies, clutched around a glinting mass of metal. A key ring with a key attached to it is shown as the Texan partner, Barta Bull smiles. Parker untangles himself and stands up, leaving the largest man in the match on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Sebastian flings the keys towards Barta, whoreaches his huge hand out and catches them. A huge grin cracks the face of El Toro de El Paso, as he hops off the apron and scurries over to the door. He tries to put the key into the padlock that is keeping the deadbolt into place, and the lock clicks open. a triumphant Barta Bull pulls the padlock off and slides the deadbolt across and gives the door a mighty shove. However, the door won't open. the Texan lets out a growl of frustration and starts shaking the door furiously trying to break the door, but to no avail. The Bull turns around to face his partner, Sesbastian Parker who is standing in the ring, watching him intently, with a hint of entertainment. Barta shrugs, and Parker follows suit. all of a sudden a blur is seen as Sycho Sam runs along the apron, launches into the air, legs extended. Sebastian charges in the direction of the Hardcore Headbanger, but is too late. Sam in in flight. The Bull stands there frozen as Sam wraps his legs around the neck of El Toro de El Paso, and leans back, twisting. Barta turns sideways, dragged by the deadweight of Sycho Sam, and Sam flips forward and releases his leg vice grip, landing with a thump on the mat near the door. Barta Bull is not so lucky, as the momentum of the head scissors is enough to send him crashing face first into the Jailhouse cell, his head bouncing sickeningly off, head jarring back from the force of the blow. A sudden yell of SAM! is enough to snatch the attention of Sebastian Parker back to the downed Lachlan Smith, who has a huge grin on his face. He holds up his dust pan sized hand to Parker, a second key is laying flat in his palm. The Impact Players eyes flash with comprehension as Lachlan sits up and throws his hand upwards, the keys flying towards Sycho Sam who is waiting eagerly on the outside of the ring. There is a glint of steel as the keys fly through the air, the lights reflecting of the single object of freedom. Sam stares at the keys with a triumphant stare as they make their way downwards, towards his outstretched hands. Sebastian Parker yells NO! He charges towards the keys and dives through the ropes, his hands desperately cupped, outstretched. Sam's eyes widen in shock as Parker flies through the air, the keys falling into his cupped hands. A look of relief spreads across his features, until he tears his gaze away from the glinting steel clutched in his grasp, and towards his trajectory. His eyes suddenly flair in fright as he lands on the Pakistani metalhead, and both men crumple to the mat in a heap of flesh and bone. All four men are down, and Lachlan is stirring.
Wow! We lost a lock within the first minute of this match! Sebastian Parker better hold onto those keys! They are for the door the Barta Bull seemed to have forgotten had a lock as well! If Chaos Theory get the keys and open the door, match over!
Yeah. Parker just made a beautiful catch that would have made Ichiro proud. He paid for it though. His selfless act to save the match put him in harms way! Look how he landed!
Forget Sebastian Parker, check on Sycho Sam, that was one hell of a fall from Parker, and Sam isn't the most well built athlete, and he may have been broken like a twig!
Relax will ya? Sam has taken worse than that! look at his body, it is bruised, it is battered and he still gets the job done. I wouldn't worry about the Hardcore Headbanger, i'd more worry about what Lachlan Smith, one of the largest men in GHW, and the largest in this match will do! He is on his feet!
Lachlan sways for a bit, before shaking off the effects of the scuffle over the keys. He rolls the poor bobby out of the ring, and stares around at the carnage all around. He sees Sycho Sam a mass of flesh, contorted around the equally incapacitated form of Sebastian Parker, both entwined in a mound of flesh and bone. The Ultimate Perfection turns his eyes to Barta Bull, who is stirring on the black mat between the cell and the ring. The Ultimate Perfection's eyes narrow, and he strides forward. He reaches the rope and grasps the top one with one hand and lifts his left leg over it with relative ease, and follows his left with his right. Now standing on the apron, the largest man in this match jumps from the apron, his forearm raised above his head, eyes set intently on the now kneeling form of El Toro de El Paso. Smith falls in an arc, and just as his size 18 boot slams into the mat with his knees buckling, he slams his forearm down, and drives it across the back of his Texan opponent, who lets out a noise halfway between a grunt and involuntary cough as the air is expelled from his body, temporarily winding him. Barta lets out a grunt of pain and drops back down to the mat, his hand clutching the place where the large forearm of the Australian born superstar. Hell's Vigilante, Smith stares down at his opponent with a triumphant smile etched upon his face. He stands over his opponent for a good minute, before the smile suddenly vanishes as quickly as it had come, and he lets out a snarl, before raising his size 18 boot and drops it onto the back of the Bull. The stomp forces Barta Bull back towards the mat. Content with himself, he turns around and stares at his partner, Sycho Sam, who is still down. What he sees however, is Sebastian Parker at the door, fumbling the key, trying to force it into the lock on the door. Lachlan's eyes flare in anger and he charges at the smallest man in this match. Completely unaware of the now rampaging Hell's Viglante charging towards him, Sebastian Parker hums to himself rather happily. One of his opponents is still down, and the other is too focused on his opponent to realise what he is doing. Using his left hand to clutch his right to steady it, he inserts the key to freedom and victory into the lock on the door and just as he is about to turn it,unlocking the cell door, a sudden thump is heard, and his head rams into the door with a sickening thud. Parker falls to the mat, seemingly unconscious as Smith lowers his boot, as it found its mark. The big boot had connected. Lachlan stares at his opponent in seething anger, who is now involuntarily twitching on the mat. The Ultimate Perfection breaks his gaze and looks down at his Pakistani teammate who is smiling up at him. Lachlan laughs at him and offers a hand. Sam gladly accepts and his long time friend hauls his downed teammate to his feet with relative ease. Sam looks at Parker, who is a crumpled form, with a slight trickle of blood seeping from a wound that has just opened, before flicking his gaze to his friend. The two stare intently at each other, before Lachlan breaks the gaze and nods slowly. Sam, needing no further indication of permission scurries over to the apron and flops down to a knee, and lifts the flimsy piece of fabric up, exposing Sam's second favourite sight in the world. A plethora of weapons, second only to the sight of a crumpled, bleeding opponent twisted and bent at his own hands. Lachlan watches Sam, smiling at the apparent expression of glee on his face, making seem a lot younger, almost boyish. Forcing himself to break his gaze, Hell's Vigilante turns around and reaches down. He clasps his hands around the head of Sebastian Parker and hauls him to his feet. Unable to keep himself upright, Lachlan catches his opponent before he falls backwards. A glint is seen in Smith's eye and he drives the point of his toe into the sternum of the smallest man in the match and forces him to bend over. Taking the initiative, the Ultimate Perfection reaches down, and pulls Parker's head towards him, cradling it between his humongous thighs. The crowd erupt into a cheer as the shout encouragement, recognizing what Smith is about to do. Lachlan reaches down, and hooks both of Parker's arms with his own. Just as he is about to lift Parker upside down, Parker bows his head, and swings ti swiftly upwards, driving his crown into Hell's Vigilante's crown jewels. Lachlan lets out a moan of pain, a sentiment echoed by the crowd. Taking the initiative, Parker suddenly forces himself to a vertical base, flipping Lachlan over his head. A blur runs past past Parker, as a sickening crunch is heard. He turns around to see Lachlan body dropped into the jailhouse wall, and his own partner, Barta Bull, charging at the Ultimate Perfection, his shoulder extended. Smith's eyes widen in shock as he is sliding down the cell wall. He tries to bring his arms into his chest to stop the impact, but is too late. A sickening crunch is heard as El Toro de El Paso successfully drives his shoulder into Hell's Vigilante''s midsection, with a picture perfect version of the Gore, Don Barta's finisher. Lachlan flops to the mat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the Bull untangles himself from the crumpled frame of his opponent.Another crack his heard, as Barta turns around, only to see Sebastian Parker flop to the mat, Sycho Sam clutching a steel chair now with a noticeable bend in it, exactly the same shape as Parker's head. Sam swiftly raises his gaze from Parker, who is now bleeding even more profusely, to Barta Bull who stands there, frozen. Sam smiles and shouts at him "BRING IT".
What a sick match so far! Lachlan Smith just got decimated by Barta Bull. How epic was that? Timing was everything and he hit it perfectly!
You applaud a man who Gore's a defenseless man, after he has been back body dropped into a jailhouse cell wall? What kind of sick, twisted, sadistic man are you?
I am not applauding anything but the sheer awesomeness of impeccable timing of Barta Bull in being able to hit that in the way he did. That was a brilliant bit of strategy! And this is coming from the man who applauded the brazen cheap shot that Lachlan took on Sebastian Parker!
If you are talking about that big boot, then yes, I will applaud it! Parker should have known his opponents would not allow him to unlock the door! So why did he not turn around to see if anyone was stirring, or on their feet? He is too self absorbed to even acknowledge anyone! He deserved it!
He could have killed him you imbecile! The back of the head is a precarious place to hit someone with anything, let alone a size 18 boot with enough force to do some serious damage! he could have caved in his skull for crying out loud!
Guys! Cut it out! We have more pressing matters than what has happened in this match! We need to focus on what is happening right now! A standoff! TBC by anyone. ((Sorry for the late reply, have been busy with work and college lol. I got a phone call from college saying i had missed a week, so i've had to catch up.))
|
|