Match 5: Horror-Core Championship match

[Rock N' Roll God]

Horror-Core Rules match for the Horror-Core Championship
vs.
"The Basterd" Holden Ross vs. "The Horror-Core Legend" Scotty Paine

RP Limit: 1

@dirty @metal

[Deleted]

*The scene opens in the arena's basement, where we see Scotty Paine huddled against a cold wet wall. As the camera pans in closer, you can actually see him showing some emotion. As a few tears run down his tattered face*

~Scotty~

One ...Two ...Three …Four?? Five years ago, a legend passed away. Today marks one of the saddest days of my tattered life. Mock him if you will, say what you want to say ...but you didn't know him as I did. You didn't know the kindness, behind the painted face. Eric Draven was like a Brother to me, and is still my best friend ...I miss him, more than anything. He left me so much, he was Xtreme before it was even cool. He was a mastermind, he knew how to play mind games with the best, he taught me ... losses aren't everything, it’s how you rebound from them. Loses were stepping stones, in life. Eric single-handedly, whooped my @$$ more times than I can count. And for that reason, I pushed on to be a Thirteen times World Heavyweight Champion. And to this day, I still chase Hardcore Titles ...looking for that level of competition, I had with Draven.

*Scotty smirks, knowing most weren't up to the brutality of The Crow's Nest. He tried to keep calm, but talking about his best friend. It choked him up a bit*

~Scotty~

What can't you say about him?? He'd make you laugh one minute, and bleed you the next. I ...I remember, this one time in TNA: New Blood. We missed a spot, and I reminded him. Soon after, he dropped me on my head and beat me with a chair for the next five minutes. Guess, I should have kept my mouth shut? But that's how he was, we came up with some of the most brutal matches ever ...The Crow's Playground, was our invention. We sat down, and kept adding more and more brutal shyte to add to it. And the very first one, Eric beat my @$$ to a bloody pulp. The last one, was with young Chris Matthews. That lil' son of a bytch, kick my ass too!! And then, I decided to invent a more brutal and sadistic match up. One, that even I was scared to enter. But Eric said "You'll be fine, you're not facing me tonight" ...Well, I've only lost to Two People in that match. The first, I question every night. The second loss, was to a fellow Crow's Nest Member ...Red Dragon. That guy came in, as a 3 to 1 Under Dog ...And whooped my ever-loving @$$!! All I could do is look up to the heavens, and know Eric helped Red destroy me that night.

*Scotty couldn't help but smirk, Red had come so far in the past few years. Scotty had watched that three count, over and over. It was one of those, That Sum-A-Bytch Whooped My @$$ moments*

~Scotty~

And best of all, he left me a Woman I'm going to marrie someday ...my other best friend. We connected over his passing, and to this day ...we are connected through his spirit. I hear so much trash talked about Eric, and how unoriginal his gimmick was. He could have showed up in a pink tutu, with a purple bow on his head ...And still been a better competitor, than ninety percent of today's wrestlers. He had a passion, and a drive that outdid some of the best ...including me, several times over. Eric never cared to be a World Champion, he never understood the hype ...He just loved kicking the shyte out of people. In Two Thousand Thirteen, Together ...we put together one of the most deranged groups of people, and called them Our Flock. The Crow's Nest, was an instant force to be reckoned with. My friend, and rival Eric took many Hardcore and Xtreme Titles. We even took Tag Titles together. Red Dragon, this guy took over where Eric left off ...Beating me for the World Heavyweight Championship, in My Match. Ki Morbid, has had an outstanding career and continues to push the guys forward ...I guess, you could say? She's our spiritual guide ...We all laugh, play, and sooner or later. We cry together.

*Again, a few tears roll down his face. He looks blankly into the camera, as he fumbles to speak again*

~Scotty~

Christopher Lee, I know he hates it when I call him that. Regardless, Chris ...you've become our little Brother. Eric always got on your @$$ about everything, and Red has taken that role. Me ...Me, I just try to keep you going. Push you to be better than me, just like Eric did for me. I just hope, I've made a difference in The Crow's Nest lives ...but I know, we'll never be the same without him. Everyone sees him in a different way, some good ...some bad. I see him, as one of the best ever. Whether you fought with him, or against him ...He'd say "It Can't Rain All The Time!" But today …

-:-Crowd-:-

VICTIMS AREN'T WE ALL!!

*The scene ends, as Scotty losses control and lets the tears pour down his reddened face*

~:~Part Two~:~

*Once Scotty is outside, he walks over to his Hummer and jumps inside. He slams the door, and chucks his phone into the back seat. He cranks up the radio, and grumbles to himself under his breath*

~Scotty~

Who in Hades, do people think they are? I’m a damn Legend, and still get treated like some second-rate hack! Do any of you Toadies, know who I am?!?

*While still driving through the parking lot, Scotty turns and looks deep into the camera lens. His eyes are ragged with madness, and his deranged thoughts are racing*

~Scotty~

I’ve had way over my limit of this bullshyte! Everywhere I go, it’s the same damn thing …over, and over again. “Prove yourself, to be a True Champion” …Really? I think, I’ve proven that time and time again. I’ve beaten the best this business has to offer, yet there’s always one more …isn’t there? I went through the hoops to become a multi-time Champion, when those damn Title belts should have just been handed to me ...from the start. First there was Samuel Samuels, he failed. Then they put me against my own Lil’ Brother, Tyler J. Marshall. He fell too! And to top it all off, they find a bum to face me at the lesser show …Aj is a worthless, piece of f*cking shyte!! How many times, do I have to beat his skull in ...before he gets the point?!?

*Scotty rips out into the street, and floors it as he heads for the arena. He thrashes to the music in the background, and continues on with his rant*

~Scotty~

Chris Matthews fought hard, he was taken to a new level. One, he never knew existed …but, then once again. No one walks into The Asylum and wins, not without suffering like nothing before it. Chris, you want that briefcase …don’t you? Well, he wasn’t prepared. Holden, be very prepared, ‘cause it won’t do you any good. I’m not going to underestimate you, not in the least. You, won’t just be stretchered out …you’ll be buried under the ring. “Here Lies Holden Ross - Other Dumbasses That Thought They Could Beat Scotty Paine In The Asylum!” Anyways, then there’s Mr. Ross …Boy, you sure in Hades ain’t no Blade “2-Syko” Bullard. You’re simply, a Punk @$$ Kid, where did you even earn the right to face this Hardcore Legend? Who knows, who cares, and you’ll fail too!!

*Scotty makes a few sudden turns, as he bails down the road like a madman. He slams on the breaks, as he almost misses the entrance to the arena parking lot*

~Scotty~

Here’s a question for everyone to think about …who the f*ck made Holden Ross a number one contender? Who the Hades knows, right? Just another mid-carder that got to Feel the Paine! I told him, and I’ll tell you …He should have brought the whole damn Undead Army with him. Listen up ECWF, I’m not going to take it easy on any of you! If you want that Championship Title, you come through me first! I didn’t get where I am today, by being a pushover …and I sure in Hades, aren’t starting now. Rock Gawd, Kaleb Steele, or even the guy that writes these Shyttie story-lines? Take yourselves some good notes this week, pay very close attention to what happens, and then throw everything away that you had planned for the Future of this company …I’m going to rewrite history!!

*Scotty pulls into a parking space, with a screeching halt. He gets out, slams the door, and storms towards the building*

~Scotty~

Yes, you heard me right …I’m going to change the face of Professional Wrestling, once more. You see, I’m beyond sick and tired of being Disrespected by the “Powers That Be” …As brash as it may sound, I’m the reason this place exists! Oh yes, the Pretty Rich Boy and his Work Out Buddy may have had the money to open this promotion. But think about it, what Promotion in the Wrestling World …would even be open, without a Great Hardcore Champion?? None, not a single damn one! And this is what I get for killing myself, in the name of “Professional Wrestling”??

*Scotty tilts his head to the side, waiting for an answer he’ll never get. He snickers to himself, as he speaks again*

~Scotty~

So, once more …the Wrestling World has to suffer through another Scotty Paine versus Some Lackey match. Steele Industries. is that the best you can do?!? Oh yeah, I’ll save the soul of Holden for later. Run Away, and Hide. Say your prayers, and take your Hulk Hogan Vitamins …you’re not going to be the same, when we’re done. You’re a guy, that has waged war …and doesn’t know how brutal it gets with me …Inside that Ring! It will, and always will be the same. You may pin me, you may submit me …but you’ll Never Defeat Me! Everyone has beaten you, and I’ll beat you too …What About Me, What About Scotty?!?

*Scotty finally gets to the employee door, and swings it open wildly. He quickly makes his way through the hallways, and finds his locker room. He pulls the metal door open, and stands there as he continues*

~Scotty~

Holden, is this what you really want? One more go-round with the man, who doesn't care if he kills you? Ross, the last time we faced off …I left you in a pool of your own blood. Handshake or not, EMTs or not, Respect given or not …I broke you in half! Is this truly what you asked for? A Match against the Most Hardcore Son-Of-A-Bytch in Professional Wrestling today?!? Fine Holden, you bring your Tables, Ladders, and Chairs …I’ll bring my Thumbtacks, Barbed Wire, and Glass Tubes. We can have a good old time, just like the old days. You couldn’t beat me then, and you won’t be me now. I’m far more vicious, more deranged, and way more destructive …than ever before!!

*Scotty heaves in anger, as he walks into his locker room and chucks his duffle bag into the far corner. He spins around like a crazed top, and fires away again*

~Scotty~

Yes, we’ve been friends for a year now. But come Friday Night, you’re just another victim. You’re just another Corporate Sell-Out, that needs to see the facts firsthand. That Championship Title is mine, and I’m not going to let it go …until I’m Done! Not to you, not to anybody, not even the likes of Chris Matthews!! Holden, get this through your thick, stubborn head. You face me, you will Feel The Paine!!

"Paine, and suffering of a childhood lost ...An empty swing, an empty promise. A broken dream, a broken home. It's strange, how laughter looks like crying ...with no sound. And raindrops taste like tears ...Without the Paine, Boy. You'll relive, the turmoil and anguish of an uncertain youth” ...

So It Has Been Written, So Shall It Come To Pass …
Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!