Post by Psychotic Circus on Dec 6, 2011 2:39:00 GMT -5
The ring crew scurry their underpaid asses down to the ring like they were making an honest living for once. Dominik and FreeBird had just put on a clinic inside the very ring they were rushing towards to set up for the night's main event. Go carts shoot down the entrance ramp and from the sides, they were hauling the party favors for tonight's send off, one man was going to survive, and the other wasn't, it was that simple. Glass cabins, trashcan after trash can filled to the brim with all sorts of nightmarish contraptions and objects of mass bashing. The ring began to get its dressings, barbed wire was wrapped around three sets of the ropes, and you know this couldn't of been resisted, bombs were strewn throughout the wire and ready to blow at the slightest touch.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you have children still watching with us tonight, please, do whatever it takes to send them to bed right now."
"That's right. The horrors of war won't even be able to touch what happens tonight in this ring, in that structure. There's going to a winner, and a loser. And the only way either of these two are winning is if one person fucks the other up a lot worse then he himself gets fucked."
"Um, you could of given everyone a chance to get their little one's off to bed."
"We're being sponsored by the Catholic church. Do you honestly think parent's would let their children watch tonight?"
The announcers are suddenly cut off by the harmonious sounds of chanting, it spreads creepily throughout the arena as the cage known only as Hardcore Heaven begins to descend from the rafters. Big Al and The Fuzz bring it down to a whisper.
"This, this is the first time we've been able to catch even a glimsp of this hellish structure, and I have to say...What the hell was Ryan thinking when he agreed to join this match?"
"I know. Twenty five feet tall, twenty tons of metal and chain link fencing. We had to push back the first ten rows of chairs to even fit this thing inside the arena, there's even a side cage that takes up most of the ramp."
"Yep. The second these two walk out to this ring, there's no escaping it, the gate will close, and hell on earth will spill out right before our very eyes....who's that?"
"He's too small to be Jaggeroth already. And what's he standing next to? And those black boxes?..."
As the structure touches the earth for the first time since its assembly, on top there appears to be a visitor. Dressed in nothing but a cloak blacker than sack cloth. He stands next to a wooden table with a cover over top hiding something with wires jutting out from all its sides that travel all through the cage and into the black boxes on the inside. A microphone reaches up to his mouth as the hooded figure prepares to speak.
"Ryan, I've signed my life away tonight...and all because I can't stand you either. You've held me down in the past as well, and for this, you must pay. I'm here tonight to make sure everything goes according to plan, and if it doesn't...then no one wins."
The cloth over top the table is thrown off and left to fall through the air, underneath it all was where the wires connected was a digital clock, fifteen seconds was all that blinked below the big, red button.
"Holy shit!"
"Never trust a psycho with a fetish for gunpowder. Jaggeroth has this cage set to blow!"
"Everything inside the cage will be dropped like you dropped me, Hughes, painfully. You always said I was the next golden boy, the person who had "IT", but you didn't even call me when you needed a partner, instead, you slapped me and Jaggeroth in the face that night when you sided with his pupil, and my greatest nemesis...."
"It can't be!"
The cloaked figure pulls back the top of his hood to reveal his identity. The crowd goes ballistic at the appreance of a man they had once thought to of been gone from the realm of GHW, but one this night, he was siding with the Wrestling equivalent of the Anti-Christ.
"It's Dustin Delta! Dustin Delta is here in the GHW arena! And he's going to be the judge, jury and executioner of this match!
"Why!? Just why would he go this far to help in Ryan's destruction!? Hughes's hasn't done a damn thing to this man, there's no reason to go this far!"
The cloak comes off and The Floridian Falcon takes his place on top of the cage and pulls at a rope opening the entrance gate to this satanic cell. Then, the air began to go cold and a feeling of utter dread fell upon the live audience in attendance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is YOUR-MAIN-EVENT! Introducing first!"
Twin trials of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp as the music hits, the house lights turn an unearthly red. Fog starts emitting from behind the entrance curtain, it fans out and starts its march down the ramp, covering up the area.
Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing a single, monstrous figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts its descent down the ramp and into this creation. With fire raging at both side, the Time Killer breaks through the fog, dressed in a short sleeve, black jumpsuit and his mask of skin, Jaggeroth looks around as the crowd vents the frustrations of the common man on him. The Time Killer gets on his knees as a spot light shines on him, the white light has a covering over it projecting a maroon pentagram which Jaggeroth kneels in the center of. A camera man gets in front of Jag as he bows to all that is evil and wrong.
As the Psycho King raises his hands in the air again the lights completely go out except for the insignia of evil, a strong up flow of fire rises from both sides of the entrance ramp. The arena is lit up from the fury of the raging hell fire as Jaggeroth raises from the ground and he slowly walks into the creation he himself had made for the very purpose of destroying Ryan Hughes.
The Monarch of the Malicious struts past the cage with little worry, he knew this thing inside and out. He passed by all the tables, all the barrels full of weapons, all the tube cabins he had put together himself, and he knew that this time, he was ready.
From the haunted cornfields of NE-BRAAAASKA, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing six feet six inches....THIS-IS-JAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR----ROTH!"
He slides into the ring underneath the straps of barbed wire above him, his smile never leaving his demented, skin covered face.
The Leviathan incarnation stands in the middle of his metallic baby in the ring and shines the smile of a proud father while he takes a look around. Dustin Delta drops the microphone down for Jaggeroth to use. He lifts it from the mat and looks over the crowd, as he prepares to deliver what could possibly be his final sermon.
"Life's a bitch, but Ryan Hughes, you're the biggest bitch of them all. All this time while you were "not" running this place with Smarky Smark secretly under your thumb, was the darkest time in GHW history, and I wasn't even here for most of it! It ends tonight, Hughes. There will be a victor, and it will be me, and as you can tell, if it isn't me, then our friend up on high is going to be playing God tonight, and he's going to make sure neither of us just walk away from this...Existence will not be option for the both of us when that bell rings, Ryan. I've worked far to hard for far to long for you to come out here and steal another opportunity away from me again! Your bones will break, your soul will be crushed, and after I have you right where I want your ass, I will raise my hand and strike you down like the cretin you are! Sins must be paid for, Ryan, and tonight I'm justice incarnate, and there's not a damn thing you to do to save yourself from this fate. Hell hath no fury like a king who was dethroned before his time. I will rise up like a phoenix from the flames and you will burn in my wake! Are you ready, ass!? Your life is mine and mine only to take, don't you ever forget that...your soul will grow cold soon enough, and your brain will go silent....I am hell, I am Justice....Abandon all hope, violence shall survive!"
"He's lost it, it's all gone now. Knock knock, anybody inside that skull? Nope...just a man who had his dick kicked into the dirt and couldn't live with himself afterwords."
"Shut up, dummy, or we could be the next victims inside that cage!"
"Whatever, all that's left is for Ryan Hughes to enter the arena tonight so we can all watch as this car crash in slow-motion hits us right at our most vulnerable place, then watch as someone is probably going to die. Tell your friends, we need the PPV buys!"
TBCB: Ryan Hughes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you have children still watching with us tonight, please, do whatever it takes to send them to bed right now."
"That's right. The horrors of war won't even be able to touch what happens tonight in this ring, in that structure. There's going to a winner, and a loser. And the only way either of these two are winning is if one person fucks the other up a lot worse then he himself gets fucked."
"Um, you could of given everyone a chance to get their little one's off to bed."
"We're being sponsored by the Catholic church. Do you honestly think parent's would let their children watch tonight?"
The announcers are suddenly cut off by the harmonious sounds of chanting, it spreads creepily throughout the arena as the cage known only as Hardcore Heaven begins to descend from the rafters. Big Al and The Fuzz bring it down to a whisper.
"This, this is the first time we've been able to catch even a glimsp of this hellish structure, and I have to say...What the hell was Ryan thinking when he agreed to join this match?"
"I know. Twenty five feet tall, twenty tons of metal and chain link fencing. We had to push back the first ten rows of chairs to even fit this thing inside the arena, there's even a side cage that takes up most of the ramp."
"Yep. The second these two walk out to this ring, there's no escaping it, the gate will close, and hell on earth will spill out right before our very eyes....who's that?"
"He's too small to be Jaggeroth already. And what's he standing next to? And those black boxes?..."
As the structure touches the earth for the first time since its assembly, on top there appears to be a visitor. Dressed in nothing but a cloak blacker than sack cloth. He stands next to a wooden table with a cover over top hiding something with wires jutting out from all its sides that travel all through the cage and into the black boxes on the inside. A microphone reaches up to his mouth as the hooded figure prepares to speak.
"Ryan, I've signed my life away tonight...and all because I can't stand you either. You've held me down in the past as well, and for this, you must pay. I'm here tonight to make sure everything goes according to plan, and if it doesn't...then no one wins."
The cloth over top the table is thrown off and left to fall through the air, underneath it all was where the wires connected was a digital clock, fifteen seconds was all that blinked below the big, red button.
"Holy shit!"
"Never trust a psycho with a fetish for gunpowder. Jaggeroth has this cage set to blow!"
"Everything inside the cage will be dropped like you dropped me, Hughes, painfully. You always said I was the next golden boy, the person who had "IT", but you didn't even call me when you needed a partner, instead, you slapped me and Jaggeroth in the face that night when you sided with his pupil, and my greatest nemesis...."
"It can't be!"
The cloaked figure pulls back the top of his hood to reveal his identity. The crowd goes ballistic at the appreance of a man they had once thought to of been gone from the realm of GHW, but one this night, he was siding with the Wrestling equivalent of the Anti-Christ.
"It's Dustin Delta! Dustin Delta is here in the GHW arena! And he's going to be the judge, jury and executioner of this match!
"Why!? Just why would he go this far to help in Ryan's destruction!? Hughes's hasn't done a damn thing to this man, there's no reason to go this far!"
The cloak comes off and The Floridian Falcon takes his place on top of the cage and pulls at a rope opening the entrance gate to this satanic cell. Then, the air began to go cold and a feeling of utter dread fell upon the live audience in attendance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is YOUR-MAIN-EVENT! Introducing first!"
Twin trials of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp as the music hits, the house lights turn an unearthly red. Fog starts emitting from behind the entrance curtain, it fans out and starts its march down the ramp, covering up the area.
Centuries of carnageCenturies of chaos yet unfoldingA planet built on bone
Spinning in a space
Unmolded
Spinning in a space
Unmolded
Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing a single, monstrous figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts its descent down the ramp and into this creation. With fire raging at both side, the Time Killer breaks through the fog, dressed in a short sleeve, black jumpsuit and his mask of skin, Jaggeroth looks around as the crowd vents the frustrations of the common man on him. The Time Killer gets on his knees as a spot light shines on him, the white light has a covering over it projecting a maroon pentagram which Jaggeroth kneels in the center of. A camera man gets in front of Jag as he bows to all that is evil and wrong.
I'm out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Chew the womb, seal the tomb, leave the dead behind
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Chew the womb, seal the tomb, leave the dead behind
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
As the Psycho King raises his hands in the air again the lights completely go out except for the insignia of evil, a strong up flow of fire rises from both sides of the entrance ramp. The arena is lit up from the fury of the raging hell fire as Jaggeroth raises from the ground and he slowly walks into the creation he himself had made for the very purpose of destroying Ryan Hughes.
The betrayer is enraged
His mask is gone his crimson hauberk cloven
His brains they are arrayed
Amongst the ruin of the lies he'd spoken
Immortal!
Corrupter!
His mask is gone his crimson hauberk cloven
His brains they are arrayed
Amongst the ruin of the lies he'd spoken
Immortal!
Corrupter!
The Monarch of the Malicious struts past the cage with little worry, he knew this thing inside and out. He passed by all the tables, all the barrels full of weapons, all the tube cabins he had put together himself, and he knew that this time, he was ready.
From the haunted cornfields of NE-BRAAAASKA, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing six feet six inches....THIS-IS-JAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR----ROTH!"
He slides into the ring underneath the straps of barbed wire above him, his smile never leaving his demented, skin covered face.
And if I was a sperm
I'd consecrate my germ and then continue
And if I was a worm
I'd find a way that I could crawl up in you
Crawl up in you!
And if I was a sperm...
Immortal!
And if I was a worm...
Corrupter!
If I was a sperm, if I was a germ...
I'm out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
I'd consecrate my germ and then continue
And if I was a worm
I'd find a way that I could crawl up in you
Crawl up in you!
And if I was a sperm...
Immortal!
And if I was a worm...
Corrupter!
If I was a sperm, if I was a germ...
I'm out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
The Leviathan incarnation stands in the middle of his metallic baby in the ring and shines the smile of a proud father while he takes a look around. Dustin Delta drops the microphone down for Jaggeroth to use. He lifts it from the mat and looks over the crowd, as he prepares to deliver what could possibly be his final sermon.
"Life's a bitch, but Ryan Hughes, you're the biggest bitch of them all. All this time while you were "not" running this place with Smarky Smark secretly under your thumb, was the darkest time in GHW history, and I wasn't even here for most of it! It ends tonight, Hughes. There will be a victor, and it will be me, and as you can tell, if it isn't me, then our friend up on high is going to be playing God tonight, and he's going to make sure neither of us just walk away from this...Existence will not be option for the both of us when that bell rings, Ryan. I've worked far to hard for far to long for you to come out here and steal another opportunity away from me again! Your bones will break, your soul will be crushed, and after I have you right where I want your ass, I will raise my hand and strike you down like the cretin you are! Sins must be paid for, Ryan, and tonight I'm justice incarnate, and there's not a damn thing you to do to save yourself from this fate. Hell hath no fury like a king who was dethroned before his time. I will rise up like a phoenix from the flames and you will burn in my wake! Are you ready, ass!? Your life is mine and mine only to take, don't you ever forget that...your soul will grow cold soon enough, and your brain will go silent....I am hell, I am Justice....Abandon all hope, violence shall survive!"
"He's lost it, it's all gone now. Knock knock, anybody inside that skull? Nope...just a man who had his dick kicked into the dirt and couldn't live with himself afterwords."
"Shut up, dummy, or we could be the next victims inside that cage!"
"Whatever, all that's left is for Ryan Hughes to enter the arena tonight so we can all watch as this car crash in slow-motion hits us right at our most vulnerable place, then watch as someone is probably going to die. Tell your friends, we need the PPV buys!"
TBCB: Ryan Hughes.