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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Jun 14, 2022 18:12:24 GMT -6
Crow's Playground match for the Horror-Core Championship vs. vs. "The Horror-Core Legend" Scotty Paine(c) vs. Sickle vs. Holden RossRP Limit: 1
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2022 16:24:38 GMT -6
*Backstage, Scotty is still in the trainer’s room receiving medical attention after that brutal as hell match against Angellus. Scotty has been in countless wars against many wrestlers. Most of them have been classics. Ki is sitting by idly, as she watches her client getting all stitched up before they head back home. Scotty sighs, as one of the medics messes up and reopens one of the wounds from his match. Blood starts to flow out of his head, as the medic places a bandage to stop the massive amount of bleeding. Ki starts to worry. Scotty frowns, and shakes his head. She leaves the room, as the medics finish up on the forehead of Scotty*~Scotty~Thanks, that feels good. I had a Hades of a match out there tonight, don’t you guys agree??*The medics all nod in agreement. Scotty flashes a half-smirk, before it goes back to his usual pissed-off look. He holds his arm, moving it around a tad bit. One of the medics takes a look at it. The medic presses down on his arm*~Scotty~Damn it, don’t do that!!*The medic motions for Scotty to get up. He does, as they go to the x-ray machine that they have set up in the room. They take a few pictures of the arm, before sending him off on his way. Scotty walks down the arena hallway, nodding at some of the backstage personnel along his way. He passes a few doors before he finally enters one. He goes over to a bag and starts to take out his regular clothes, and a towel. He enters the shower, and we look away for a few minutes. Once he is done, he exits the shower with a nice pair of cargo pants, and a “Feel The Paine” hoodie that shows his face faded behind an outline of a crow on the back. And his name on the front in a bloody font. Such shameless self-promotion, but then again. It isn’t odd to see wrestlers wear their own apparel to get people to buy the product, which in turn creates more revenue for the promotion and the wrestler himself. So really, it isn’t that bad all things considered. Anyways, we see Ki step into the room. Still worrying, but not as bad as when we last saw her. Scotty quickly gets his Doc Martens on, as he goes over to her*~Scotty~What’s wrong, Ki??*KI looks up at him, still worried. She starts to pound on him, with closed fists*-:-Ki-:-Why do you do this to yourself, all the time?~Scotty~Do what to myself, exactly??-:-Ki-:-Put yourself in all these insane matches, where you could die. I just hate seeing you get hurt.*Scotty has a somber look on his face, as she continues huffing. He stands there, and gets on his knees. He gives her a hug*~Scotty~ Hey, listen …I’ll stop doing all these hardcore matches for you, sound okay??-:-Ki-:-Yeah, I guess. But you’ll just keep on doing them, until you end up leaving in a body bag. What would everyone say?~Scotty~They would say, he died doing what he did best. He died going all out, never stopping …until they had to damn near kill him, to keep him down. That is who I am. You knew that, when you met me.-:-Ki-:-But still, it scares me when you go jumping off such a huge drop like that. You could have landed on your neck. I hate that shyte!!~Scotty~I know you do, but it’s all about giving the fans a good show. That is how I wrestle. But, I can go to my technical approach most of the time, to make you happy. Can I at least cut loose, and go balls to the wall a couple of times a month??-:-Ki-:-As long as, nothing huge is involved in the match.~Scotty~Alright, that sounds good.*The two hug and kiss each other on the cheek, as Lucy stops worrying for now. Scotty stands up, and grabs her hand. He smiles at her, before she stands up herself. Scotty grabs his bag with his other hand, before the two walk out the door. They start to leave the arena, but not before “Spanky” Evens stops them*</>Spanky<\>Scotty Paine, can I get a few words with you?~Scotty~Well, look at who the cat dragged in. Spanky, how are you??</>Spanky<\>I’m doing good. Just keeping myself busy, with other work besides doing this.~Scotty~That’s good. What can I do for you, Spanky??</>Spanky<\>I was wondering if, I could get a few questions in before you leave?~Scotty~Sounds good to me. What’s on your mind, Spanky??*Ki shakes her head “No”, but Scotty nods for “Spanky” to start*</>Spanky<\>First of all, what a match you had against Angellus.*Scotty smirks, before letting out a little chuckle*~Scotty~Well Spanky …I think, I may have finally put Angellus behind me for now. I got the win over him, and that's good enough.</>Spanky<\>Yeah, but how do you feel after the match though?~Scotty~What do you think, Spanky? Do you see me bleeding? Did you see that jump? But actually, I don’t feel that bad. I mean, you’d think …I would in some extreme Paine, but nope. I feel like getting a bite to eat with my manager, before we head back to New Jersey.</>Spanky<\>What about next week's Hell On Earth pay-per-view …*Scotty cuts him off, with a deranged laugh*~Scotty~Spanky, I am two steps ahead of you. I know, I am in a huge match against two guys fighting for the Horror-Core Title …a title I won since I came back to ECWF. It has been one of my dreams to hold this title. I have mostly accomplished what I have wanted to in ECWF, but winning the Horror-Core Title has escaped me. You can say, that I have been busy with other things in ECWF before …like my half-year feud against Kevin Hunter, winning the World Title, putting this Angellus shyte behind me, and now dealing with those pieces of crap Sickle and Holden Ross. You see Spanky, the competitors in this match are quite different from one another in many ways.*Scotty spits on the ground, and snickers a bit*~Scotty~Take Sickle, the kid has a great future in ECW. I mean, this kid can fly around with the best of them, almost reminds me of someone I know. But he still doesn't have those factors to make him a major player in ECWF. His technical skills aren't there yet. Who knows if he can brawl for about ten, twenty minutes at a time. Ross earned his shot though and he got a draw at Revolution, due to a time limit …that isn't all that fair, which is probably why he is in this match at Hades On Giah. I just don't know if he can beat either of us in this match. He'll make a name for himself in the future, but right now …this is his learning period. And someone has to teach him that doing insane moves, isn't the way to go all the time. Unless your name happens to be, Jigsaw or DKM.**Scotty cracks a smile, and continues*~Scotty~Now, I can't forget about Sickle. The man who first really responded to me, when I came to ECWF. I remember watching him talk about me, but never actually facing me …because he was busy winning matches, that didn’t mean anything. Sickle, you appear to be no longer the wrestler you once were. I mean, back in the 1980s, you were the best for all of two weeks …before you got upended by The Road Warriors in that handicap match. You lost and then were never able to reclaim your pride. Since you have come back, all you have done is loose. That isn't the Sickle, I was used to watching when I first started out in wrestling. But then again, people always change.
*Spanky looks at his watch, as Scotty continues*
~Scotty~ Holden Ross, eh? A guy who has challenged for this belt before, but failed …because he’s a failure, when it comes to insane match types. Even I know that is stupid, to keep trying over and over. No one can do that kind of shyte against anyone, unless it's me. But that isn't the point. Ross needs to focus on the Nex*Gen Title, right now. You saw the match on Sunday, he got screwed out of his first ECWF Title …because his opponent can't win fairly. But like Sickle, he has always to go before he gets to the high level to really succeed in this place. The talent level here is amazing. Anyone can hold any title, at any time …because this has been one of the most unpredictable times in ECWF history!!
</>Spank<\> Aren't you forgetting someone?
*Scotty looks at the ground, and then an invisible light bulb goes off*
~Scotty~ Ah yes, these two toadies. I am as interested in them, as I am watching NASCAR. They are one of the most boring members of ECWF to date. I mean, you realize it's always the same thing with them. They talk and talk about shyte no one in their right minds would care about. Then once they get into the ring, they drag everything out …and it just does nothing to impress me at all. If I wanted to watch something boring …I'd go up to Connecticut, and watch that crap they call wrestling on a weekly basis. I know that there is only one person, who can get more extreme than I can in the history of wrestling …and he isn't present in this world, anymore. You see guys, I don't know if you can handle everything I am going to throw at you. I mean, I have beaten people in their match types, all the time and from what I have seen. This Horror-Core Title may suit you, but not as good as it does me. Boys, I am quite possibly the only person …who can beat you in this match, and keep the Horror-Core Title. I have the drive for it, I have the skill for it, but most of all …I have the body suited for it. I have been in so many wars, it's not funny anymore. Nothing in a Horror-Core match, can ever surprise me. Not even what you can produce, surprises me. Take your match against …Um, anybody. Thumbtacks are child's play to me. Have you ever been put through a glass table before? With your body wrapped in barbed wire? Probably not. Guys this Sunday, you better believe I will keep that title, whether I have to bleed you for it or not.
</>Spanky<\> Very well said Scotty. Thank you for your time, and I’ll see you later.
~Scotty~ Have a good one, Spanky …you, lil’ jerk.
*”Spanky” walks off the other way. Scotty smiles at Ki, as they begin to walk again. Once again though, Ki starts to huff out loud. Scotty has a perplexed look on his face. Who knows what is going on with her*
~Scotty~ Did I say something that upset you, in that interview??
-:-Ki-:- Yes, you are going to be in another hardcore match.
~Scotty~ I know, but it’s a Crow’s Playground Match!!
-:-Ki-:- I won't watch it. They’re always so brutal.
~Scotty~ Then don't watch, I don't give a shyte.
-:-Ki-:- Is that why you had me book two plane tickets, for your next trip??
*Scotty’s eyes light up, as the scene fades away to darkness*
~Scotty’s Voice~ ”There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.”
So It Has Been Said, So Shall It Come To Pass … -Quoth The Crow, Forevermore!!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2022 8:01:14 GMT -6
Tuesday afternoon.
Holden, and his girlfriend Serenity Holmes, arrived in Vero Beach earlier in the day after spending Monday in Phoenix for Action Wrestling’s “Clash,” where Holden squashed his opponent. He ultimately ended his opponent’s employment in A.W. Following the match, his former GRINDHOUSE partner, Joey Scala made his presence known by running his mouth. Ninety-nine percent of Joey’s comments rolled off of his back like water off of a duck, aside from one comment. Joey called Serenity a “meth whore;” those two words signed Joey’s death warrant.
Serenity collapses onto the couch, laying on her back with her legs draped over the arm of the couch, and lets out a big sigh. Holden has taken their bags to the bedroom and returned with his crystal bong and a freshly loaded bowl. He takes a seat next to her and she repositions herself so that she is sitting up, cross legged, and facing Holden. He offers her the green, first hit and she graciously accepts it, sparking it with the Bic he handed her. The water perculates, the chamber fills with smoke and, upon pulling the bowl from the slide, she clears the chamber and pulls the hit deep into her lungs. Holden takes the bong and also takes a hit, a much bigger hit than she took, and watches as she makes smoke rings.
”You doin okay, baby? I’ve never seen you like how you’ve been lately. Not that I’m complaining, I think it’s kinda hot, you bein all bloodthirsty and pissed. But, I just gotta check in with ya; you doin okay? And how was your Dad? We didn’t get much time to talk yesterday.” He hands her the bong while she gives him a knowing nod.
She takes another big hit and exhales it with a series of small coughs. ”I’m ok, just pissed. She’s going to pay.” She hands him the bong and he takes a hit himself. ”She’s going to regret ever bringing my Mother into this.” her voice has a cold edge to it like he has never heard from her. A smirk curls his lips as he watches her face harden. Storm clouds rumble in her eyes. This change, whatever it is, is welcomed by Him.
Tuesday evening
A camera opens on Holden sitting inside of a ring in the outdoors, somewhere, as behind him is a shadow cloaked row of palm trees, apparently, on the edge of a swamp somewhere in Florida. The camera turns a full circle showing the ring is enclosed within a cage. Several banks of lights are positioned high in the air to cast lighting for the promo. Once the circle has been completed by the camera it turns its attention to the section of cage behind the Bastard. Hanging on the cage, sometimes from a few links of small chain, are various implements of destruction. A bundle of light tubes, several feet long, are bundled together with duct tape and attached to a Kendo stick. Holden’s axe handle is hanging next to the light tubes. And near the axe handle, barely in the shot, a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.
The camera then refocuses on Holden who is wearing a black hoodie with the “green” Monster “M” embroidered on the left breast of the hoodie, about two inches bvy two inches. He is also in a pair of cut off black Dickies as well as a pair of all black “Chucks” with a black bandana folded and wrapped around his head. In the center of his forehead, on the bandana, is a half-open eye. Holden finishes a blunt he had been smoking and pitches it off camera before he addresses the camera and viewers watching.
”My first match, for the number one slot for a shot at the ‘HorrorCore’ Championship, ended in a draw aginst the masked big-man, ‘Sickle.’ He and I beat the Hell out of each other and neither of us could gain the upper hand. Now, I have earned the chance to face him again as well as the current ‘HorrorCore’ Champ, Scotty Paine for his strap. Holden stands up and makes his way over to where his axe handle hangs from the cage and removes it. His eyes play over the wooden implement of destruction like a teenager seeing a naked girl, lying in his bed, for the first time. There is joy in his eyes as past memories dance in his head. It almost appears as if he struggles to shift his attention from the axe handle to the camera.
”I have a deep, personal relationship with Pain and Suffering and am intimately close to their cousin, Violence. All three wrapped me in their rancid arms, infecting my soul with a piece of theirs, altering me forever. While I do have a different kind of love in my life, in the form of my muse, Serenity Holmes, I know the Trio of Malice lit a fire in me many years ago. That fire smolders, growing and spreading, burning up any available fuel within me, looking to burn out any goodness that resides within. I keep my love for her locked away while my outer shell hardens against the onslaught. I save all of my rage, my anger, my venom, for moments like our upcoming match where I can release it upon you like a torrent of water rushing from a breached dam.”
He returns to his seat and rests the axe handle across his knees. His head cranks to his left, issuing a series of pops from his neck before cranking it to the right, with the same results. A sigh of satisfaction escapes his lips while he cracks his knuckles.
”The company called me because they knew I could give it the shot in the arm, the ‘pop,’ or whatever you want to call it. They know where I and my brand of UltraViolence goes that eye balls and money soon follow. Viewers tune in, show up with tickets, buy a streaming pay-per-view when they know I am on the card. They know I am one of the most sadistic fucks walking the face of this planet. Whether it’s my axe handle that has caved in a few domes. My fork that has punctured and ripped the flesh from the skull of many a man’s forehead. Or it could be me lifting one of you over my head and pitching your dumb ass into the fourth row; people come to see the carnage I bring with me.
I look forward to meeting the two of you inside E.C.W.’s version of this structure. We have the Main Event, my first, by the way, and we are going to bring the House down. I may even use one of your corpses to do just that! If I put you through enough walls…. Look, I’m sure the two of you were once the shining jewel of your era, but, it’s a new day. A new era. New blood flows like water from a spigot, just like it will flow from the three of us. I mean, if I’m not bleeding by the end of this match then the two of you should be put to pasture, permanently, whether you like it or not. I am the ‘Avatar of Hate.’ The ‘Bastard.’ The ‘Human Wrecking Ball.’ You are placeholders….”
Serenity slinks into the shot with a lit blunt burning between her lips. She hands it off to Holden before kissing him on the cheek while he starts taking a long pull from it. As the camera fades out, Serenity says something the mic doesn’t pick up and the two laugh to themselves. The “HorrorCore” division was made for Holden and he is ready to sit upon his throne as the “HorrorCore” Champion.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2022 19:04:01 GMT -6
People not from there typically associate Alaska with snow and or ice covered barren land. But, like so many other things in life the perception is not the reality. Sickle had seen the card for the show. It showed the creativity of a Spencer's shirt designer.
As if naming it Hell on Earth was not enough of a 90s Hot Topic rip, they decided to put them in a "Crow's Playground" match. It was to be expecting by creative and booking to occasionally play on the idea of an imagery of everlasting torment i.e. "hell". True fear in the human mind of after death was not eternal torment but non-existence. The concept of the consciousness ceasing terrified those that can reach the deepest recesses of their own mind.
~Anchorage, Alaska~
The scene opens to a three story mansion that appears to be made of planks and plywood.
Two metal rails and a couple loose lines of barbed wire are all that remain of what used to be a fence. Yellow and green cover the ground where the grass appears to be slowly taking back the land. A man in a long black coat with black pants, a black turtle neck shirt and black boots with salt and pepper hair can be seen on the second floor balcony before vanishing. Even though it is past eight the sun shows no sign of setting.
The camera transitions to inside the mansion. Inside it is all wood frames and concrete. There are no doors, walls, plumbing, or even insulation. Some of the construction equipment remains. A make shift table, an electric saw and plenty of left over wood litter the floor.
From around the corner comes the man dressed in all black. He smiles showing his unusually sharp teeth.
"I realize my opponents Holden Ross and Scotty Paine won't recognize me in this state because they don't bother to research anything."
He pulls a metal mask from behind his back and tosses it out to the floor. The camera zooms in on the metal mask commonly associated with Sickle.
"If you haven't figured out yet I am Sickle."
Despite the sunlight outside, the light inside appears to be diminishing and slowly replacing with an eerie green light and a light fog.
"Scotty makes bad jokes about me being in the eighties and Holden hasn't quite figured out what he has gotten into yet. Perhaps this will help.
The scene transitions -----------‐-------------‐----------‐---------------‐-------- .. 1 Uriel kicks out right after the one count. Uriel can't believe what happened as he takes Sickle to the middle of the ring. Uriel slowly picks Sickle up and goes for a snap suplex but Sickle somehow blocks. Uriel hits Sickle with a knee and lifts Sickle up into a vertical suplex but Sickle somehow slips and drops behind Uriel. Uriel turns around right into a rising clothesline from hell out of complete desperation. Sickle drops down as well. The referee begins his count.
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2 ....
3 .... Sickle starts to move as does Uriel. Uriel starts to move toward the far ropes as Sickle attempts to get to his feet; but fails.
4 .... Uriel has made it to the ropes and begins to pull himself up. Sickle is almost up now.
5 ... Uriel is on his feet; he then goes and picks Sickle up the rest of the way. Sickle hits him with a shot to the gut. Sickle hits Uriel with a rising uppercut which he transitions right into a sit out jawbreaker. Uriel falls backwards onto the mat. Sickle slowly moves over onto Uriel and hooks his leg; the referee gets into position...
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... 1 1/2 Uriel kicks out with every amount of energy he has remaining in his body. Sickle gets to his feet and takes his opponent up by the hair. Sickle picks Uriel up; struggled; into a fireman's carry position. Sickle then goes to finish the 'Dark Demise' but Uriel comes through and hits him with a DDT. Both men once again lay out on the mat.
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2 .... Sickle rolls out of the ring and hits the mat on the outside.
3 .... Uriel begins to move on the mat.
4 .... Uriel looks around for Sickle but doesn't see him. He starts to get to his feet.
5 .... Reaching under the ring Sickle grabs something but holds it close to him. Clinching it to his chest he rolls back into the ring breaking the count. Grabbing Uriel he suddenly pulls the object out, and wraps the noose around the man's neck with incredible speed. He then kicks Uriel several times in the face to knock him out before dragging the body behind him as he exits the ring.
Still holding the end of the rope Sickle heads up the ramp, and into the back.
TJ Johnson: What is SICKLE doing!?
Brian Solie: I have no idea but that sinister smile on his face is not very kosher!
The cameras follow him until finally Sickle reaches the top of the building. On top of the building is a long metal piece attached as if it used to hold a sign of some kind or another. Relinquishing the end he was once holding Sickle ties it around the metal piece at the edge of the building.
TJ Johnson: Someone needs to stop Sickle and stop him soon!
Several members of security rush to the roof. They see his intention clearly. As they move to rush him Sickle grabs the body and tosses it off of the roof with only the rope to keep him from droping several stories to concrete death. Distracted by the droping of the body security runs to help Uriel as Sickle manages to get away and leave the roof while security is calling it in on their talkies. ----------------------------------------------------------------
"Alaska is well known for being the land where survival by wit and skill is near synonymous. It is also well known for sorrow, loss and disappearances. It seems appropriate. Once again in Anchorage Alaska at the Hell on Earth pay per view Alaska residents will witness as one man survives through wit and skill and two men face devastating disappearance as their hope diminishes with each passing moment. The audience will witness the sorrow as the champion and Holden Ross both lay broken and the vile one walks away triumphant."
The wood and concrete are nowhere to be seen as the green fog has covered the room and only Sickle can be seen.
"Holden thinks I am past my prime and he is right. He should be thankful I am or my hands and face would be covered that much more with his blood. For years on end I have brought the nightmares, misery, bloodshed, and tears. Briefly I even brought the torment and darkness to a little place called Asylum Underground Wrestling before deciding to step away. But, I digress."
Zooming back the camera shows Sickle moving calmly, effortlessly through the fog as if it parted for him. His feet seem to not even touch the ground. The pupils of his eyes transition to luminescent green. His voice takes on a deeper echo
"I saw young Scotty coming up in AUW. I know Scotty has lost this match before. I will use those weapons and I will find victory. Scotty may be right about someone being more extreme because that term means different things to different people. I don't care how extreme people think I am. I am not in ECWF to make friends, allies OR fans. I am here to make people bleed, to watch people suffer and prove my dominance."
The camera focuses on Sickle's eyes as he continues
"Scotty Paine talks about being extreme. Holden Ross talks about being the avatar of hate. Well boys I am the vile one who finds ecstasy in anguish. I am the Armageddon as I am the last battle you will be in as you are now, no one leaves the same. I am the bringer of damnation as you will face torment that seems unending. I am the modern ankou of wrestling. I do not collect souls but rather I collect hope and passion. As I watch your eyes and I see the passion slowly fade and the hope extinguish it is only then that I will collect as I place you in the Cadavers Cradle or give you a glimpse of eternal non existence with Ayin. As my competitors lay conquered and covered in blood on their broken bodies they will realize too late you either embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it for while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real and Scotty and Holden as they lay on the mat defeated will only be able to think, 'deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before'"
Sickle cackles as the green fog surrounds him and as the fog dissipates he is nowhere to be seen.
Fade to black
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