Post by Hayden on Aug 21, 2008 21:36:33 GMT -5
The title match is well underway, with the momentum of the match swinging backward and forward. Samoa Joe looks like he is beginning to use his strentgh to gain an advantage in the match, the crowd protesting loudly against him. Almost as if cued to break up the action, the Titan Tron flickers into life, showing scenes from last week's King of the Deathmatch title match. Samoa Joe is shown on the big screen, his voice booming out over the arena. The highlight-reel-type footage takes both competitors by suprise, who turn to face the Titan Tron, puzzled looks on their faces
Big Al:
Well it appears we have some sort of technical difficulties, and that appears to have stopped the match in its stride as both men try to figure out just what is going on.
The footage on the screen comes from the end of the KOTDM title match last week, as Hayden lies in the wreckage of a table, the belt lying cerimoniously across his chest. Metal Dragon lies on the steel of the entrance stage, having been turned on by his stable mate, Brian Commonwealth. Finally, the camera pans over as Samoa Joe's head and torso come into view. He speaks with assuredness, his rough voice cutting through the ears of the fans who hear it. The footage is edited to pick up specific highlights of the speech, with the fans, competitors and commentators still wondering why it is playing in the first place.
Samoa Joe:
"You see Lads and Queers, when Brian decided to eliminate Metal Dragon from the GHW equation, he put and undeserving Jackass over him, whom may I add was pinned at Red, White and Bruised, and had the ref count three. Now I have nothing against abusing the GM powers to make GHW better but come on, seriously, Hayden. Brian, we would be better off if you had the ref make the count for one of these pot smoking hippies..."
The footage cuts to the next image, as Joe begins to get into his speech, his voice rising in dramatism.
Samoa Joe:
"Hayden's a washed up wannabe who needs to pass that torch which he barely had a grip on in the first place.
And I am the very dominant force that is ready and willing to take it away from him.
I'm tired of these GHW pansies like Hayden and Dominik Santiago who think they are great and future Hall of Famers. One guy needs outside interference to gain wins and the other needs forfeits and fluke victories. They both are pathetic strategies for success and both of them are sorry excuses for champions...."
Once again, the footage cuts to a new image, Samoa Joe pacing around the ring, his face now worked up into a criumson shade of rage.
Samoa Joe:
"Hardkore on the other hand, now that's a guy I am worried about. He is everything that a Hardcore Champion shouldn't be.
Annoying.....Dumb..... and barely talented.
Hayden has one thing right and that is his name... Jackass. That right there is very true. Hayden is a true asshole and his jackass mentality has no limitations."[/color]
Finally, the scene closes in on Joe's face, as his final challenge is issued to the Jackass.
Samoa Joe:
"This is both a challenge and a demand. I challenge you for the King of Deathmatch Championship at Summer Ritual and I demand that you find the balls to accept it.
Not tonight though, I want you to soak your wounds from tonight, and clear your head. And Hayden, I hope after that you come to a decision, because if you don't, I'll be sent away for beating you to a bloody pulp..........without authorization...."[/color]
Samoa Joe's final words echo around the arena, fading out as the screen slowely fades to black. The strange scene seems to have finally come to an end as everybody tries to make heads and tails of the situation.[/quote]
Fuzz:
Very bizzare scenes there, and god only knows what brought that on. I know for a fact that Hayden HardKOre is still in the hospital tonight, and not expected to be anywhere near the arena after the fall he suffered last week, and by the looks of the footage, it seems somebody doesn't quite appreciate Samoa Joe's chalenge and harsh words.
Big Al:
The question is... Who?
The fading out echo of Samoa Joe's stern voice is cut off as the all too familiar sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings hits the arena. A section of the fans begin to cheer at the sound, more out of suprise than anything, but there is no sign of Hayden HardKore at all.
Big Al:
Well this IS bizzare now. There is no sign of the Jackass, and like you said Fuzz, last time we all checked he was still in the hospital... so why is his music playing?
Fuzz:
And there is still a match going on here, need I remind you, a title match at that.
Seizing the opportunity put in front of him, the champion Santiago steps up behind the Samoan Submission machine and rolls him up into a schoolboy Pin. Taking the challenger by suprise, the ref slides in position and counts the pin
1...
2...
3...
The ref calls for the bell, causing havoc amongst the fans and the competitors. Samoa Joe turns around, livid at the decision, and still, Hayden's entrance music pumps out of the PA system, showing repeated footage of his fall last week over and over and over. All of a sudden, an almighty din of both cheering and booing erupts around the arena, telling that something has just happened off camera.
Hayden HardKore had arrived in the arena, a mike in his hand, the King of the Deathmatch championship buckled around his waist. He is wearing a suit that hides his heavily taped ribs, and steps out into the lights, his head also taped up heavily.
With his mike in his hands, Hayden grimaces and winces as he begins to talk.
Hayden HardKore:
Suprise...
I bet you didn't expect to see me here now did you Samoa Joe. But it appears that once again, the Jackass needs to teach somebody a lesson. You see, you talk the talk when your opponent has no way of fighting back, but I struggle to think that you could walk the walk, toe to toe with yours truly.
You want to get personal, questioning my IQ, calling me a has-been, saying I am unworthy of being a champion...
Let me ask you, what in the blue blazes of hell makes you think that you deserve the belt around my waist? You don't have the distinction of being a has-been. No, no... You are a never-was and a never-will-be. You're not in my league, your not in Dominik Santiago's league, hell, you fall for the oldest distraction trick in the book.
As for my IQ, I am afraid you have it all wrong. I am the mastermind behind the biggest shock in sports entertainment history. Not only did I thinbk up and flawlessly execute blackmail schemes that inevitable pushed Amanda and Emblem out of GHW, I did so without anybody having a clue.
I masterminded the biggest heel-turn in the business, and although I don't give a damn what these people think, they respect winners, and they respect people with determination. And I am both. You know nothing about me, my name or my history, so don't pretend you do, shit-bag.
Last week I fell more than 20 feet, face first through a table and onto a solid steel landing, and you have the audacity to tell me I don't deserve this title, that I am not deserving enough?
Who in the hell do you think you are?!
Hayden had begun to pace around at the top of the ramp as he talks, with Samoa Joe becoming more and more animated with every word. Joe begins to talk in protest, but Hayden cuts him off.
Hayden HardKore:
Did I say talk, maggot?
Listen carefully, for I will say this only once.
At summer ritual, I will be defending this belt against a worthy opponent in Gnarfflinger the Butcher. It will be veteran on veteran, the two most twisted minds of the business squaring off against each other in what can only be described as HardKore Heaven. No rules, blood, gore and evil intentions. That is what the King of the Deathmatch title is all about.
When I have retained my title and walk away from Summer Ritual with my hand held high, the blood of the Butcher dripping from my hands, I am coming after you...
I will teach you a lesson in what it takes to be the King of the Deathmatch, and whewn I am done, there is no way you will EVER get your hands on my title again... Ever!
Capiche?
Hayden lowers his hand, breathing heavily from the effort and excitement as adrenaline starts to coarse through his veins. He stares intently at Samoa Joe, who seems to still be digesting the information. The crowd is mixed, still stunned that Hayden is actually in the building after what they saw last week. Samoa Joe is on the back foot, stammering for the words to say to rectify himself.
TBC Samoa Joe
Big Al:
Well it appears we have some sort of technical difficulties, and that appears to have stopped the match in its stride as both men try to figure out just what is going on.
The footage on the screen comes from the end of the KOTDM title match last week, as Hayden lies in the wreckage of a table, the belt lying cerimoniously across his chest. Metal Dragon lies on the steel of the entrance stage, having been turned on by his stable mate, Brian Commonwealth. Finally, the camera pans over as Samoa Joe's head and torso come into view. He speaks with assuredness, his rough voice cutting through the ears of the fans who hear it. The footage is edited to pick up specific highlights of the speech, with the fans, competitors and commentators still wondering why it is playing in the first place.
Samoa Joe:
"You see Lads and Queers, when Brian decided to eliminate Metal Dragon from the GHW equation, he put and undeserving Jackass over him, whom may I add was pinned at Red, White and Bruised, and had the ref count three. Now I have nothing against abusing the GM powers to make GHW better but come on, seriously, Hayden. Brian, we would be better off if you had the ref make the count for one of these pot smoking hippies..."
The footage cuts to the next image, as Joe begins to get into his speech, his voice rising in dramatism.
Samoa Joe:
"Hayden's a washed up wannabe who needs to pass that torch which he barely had a grip on in the first place.
And I am the very dominant force that is ready and willing to take it away from him.
I'm tired of these GHW pansies like Hayden and Dominik Santiago who think they are great and future Hall of Famers. One guy needs outside interference to gain wins and the other needs forfeits and fluke victories. They both are pathetic strategies for success and both of them are sorry excuses for champions...."
Once again, the footage cuts to a new image, Samoa Joe pacing around the ring, his face now worked up into a criumson shade of rage.
Samoa Joe:
"Hardkore on the other hand, now that's a guy I am worried about. He is everything that a Hardcore Champion shouldn't be.
Annoying.....Dumb..... and barely talented.
Hayden has one thing right and that is his name... Jackass. That right there is very true. Hayden is a true asshole and his jackass mentality has no limitations."
Finally, the scene closes in on Joe's face, as his final challenge is issued to the Jackass.
Samoa Joe:
"This is both a challenge and a demand. I challenge you for the King of Deathmatch Championship at Summer Ritual and I demand that you find the balls to accept it.
Not tonight though, I want you to soak your wounds from tonight, and clear your head. And Hayden, I hope after that you come to a decision, because if you don't, I'll be sent away for beating you to a bloody pulp..........without authorization...."[/color]
Samoa Joe's final words echo around the arena, fading out as the screen slowely fades to black. The strange scene seems to have finally come to an end as everybody tries to make heads and tails of the situation.[/quote]
Fuzz:
Very bizzare scenes there, and god only knows what brought that on. I know for a fact that Hayden HardKOre is still in the hospital tonight, and not expected to be anywhere near the arena after the fall he suffered last week, and by the looks of the footage, it seems somebody doesn't quite appreciate Samoa Joe's chalenge and harsh words.
Big Al:
The question is... Who?
The fading out echo of Samoa Joe's stern voice is cut off as the all too familiar sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings hits the arena. A section of the fans begin to cheer at the sound, more out of suprise than anything, but there is no sign of Hayden HardKore at all.
Big Al:
Well this IS bizzare now. There is no sign of the Jackass, and like you said Fuzz, last time we all checked he was still in the hospital... so why is his music playing?
Fuzz:
And there is still a match going on here, need I remind you, a title match at that.
Seizing the opportunity put in front of him, the champion Santiago steps up behind the Samoan Submission machine and rolls him up into a schoolboy Pin. Taking the challenger by suprise, the ref slides in position and counts the pin
1...
2...
3...
The ref calls for the bell, causing havoc amongst the fans and the competitors. Samoa Joe turns around, livid at the decision, and still, Hayden's entrance music pumps out of the PA system, showing repeated footage of his fall last week over and over and over. All of a sudden, an almighty din of both cheering and booing erupts around the arena, telling that something has just happened off camera.
Hayden HardKore had arrived in the arena, a mike in his hand, the King of the Deathmatch championship buckled around his waist. He is wearing a suit that hides his heavily taped ribs, and steps out into the lights, his head also taped up heavily.
With his mike in his hands, Hayden grimaces and winces as he begins to talk.
Hayden HardKore:
Suprise...
I bet you didn't expect to see me here now did you Samoa Joe. But it appears that once again, the Jackass needs to teach somebody a lesson. You see, you talk the talk when your opponent has no way of fighting back, but I struggle to think that you could walk the walk, toe to toe with yours truly.
You want to get personal, questioning my IQ, calling me a has-been, saying I am unworthy of being a champion...
Let me ask you, what in the blue blazes of hell makes you think that you deserve the belt around my waist? You don't have the distinction of being a has-been. No, no... You are a never-was and a never-will-be. You're not in my league, your not in Dominik Santiago's league, hell, you fall for the oldest distraction trick in the book.
As for my IQ, I am afraid you have it all wrong. I am the mastermind behind the biggest shock in sports entertainment history. Not only did I thinbk up and flawlessly execute blackmail schemes that inevitable pushed Amanda and Emblem out of GHW, I did so without anybody having a clue.
I masterminded the biggest heel-turn in the business, and although I don't give a damn what these people think, they respect winners, and they respect people with determination. And I am both. You know nothing about me, my name or my history, so don't pretend you do, shit-bag.
Last week I fell more than 20 feet, face first through a table and onto a solid steel landing, and you have the audacity to tell me I don't deserve this title, that I am not deserving enough?
Who in the hell do you think you are?!
Hayden had begun to pace around at the top of the ramp as he talks, with Samoa Joe becoming more and more animated with every word. Joe begins to talk in protest, but Hayden cuts him off.
Hayden HardKore:
Did I say talk, maggot?
Listen carefully, for I will say this only once.
At summer ritual, I will be defending this belt against a worthy opponent in Gnarfflinger the Butcher. It will be veteran on veteran, the two most twisted minds of the business squaring off against each other in what can only be described as HardKore Heaven. No rules, blood, gore and evil intentions. That is what the King of the Deathmatch title is all about.
When I have retained my title and walk away from Summer Ritual with my hand held high, the blood of the Butcher dripping from my hands, I am coming after you...
I will teach you a lesson in what it takes to be the King of the Deathmatch, and whewn I am done, there is no way you will EVER get your hands on my title again... Ever!
Capiche?
Hayden lowers his hand, breathing heavily from the effort and excitement as adrenaline starts to coarse through his veins. He stares intently at Samoa Joe, who seems to still be digesting the information. The crowd is mixed, still stunned that Hayden is actually in the building after what they saw last week. Samoa Joe is on the back foot, stammering for the words to say to rectify himself.
TBC Samoa Joe
