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Twisted Championship

Its a mid-September afternoon in Montrel Canada. There is a chill in the air as the HWE tech crew is outside, unloading their semi-trucks. Rafter banners, the actual ring, etc are being unloaded and hauled into the arena for a house show. A couple matches will be performed for the crowd, all leading up to the first big event, Ruler of the Ring. At this event, most of the titles will be disributed throughout the roster. After this event, everyone will know where they stand. At this house show, Death has been schedualed to fight some jobber called El Paso Loco.

Hours later, the wrestlers are finally starting to show up to the arena. Fans are already lining up to get inside and see some of their favorites from other federations fight. And as they are waiting to get inside, a limo pulls out. Out steps Death from the WFS. A girl notices first and starts screaming and jumping up and down. Everyone turns to look and they all get excited. Death, wearing jeans and a Tee shirt with the United States flag on it, waves to the crowd. Security quickly comes over to make sure no one gets to Death. Death brushes past them and signs some autographs. The first girl to see him quickly comes over.

Girl: Oh My GOD! I can't believe its really you.

Death: Yes, it is me, in the flesh.

Girl: Can I have your autograph?

Death: Sure thing. Who do I make this out to?

Girl: (jumping up and down) My name is Sarah. I so can't believe this. I'm like your biggest fan.

Death: (signing his autograph) Really? How long have you been my fan?

Sarah: Since I was sixteen. So about four years now. Tara is a lucky woman.

Death: (smiles at her) It's nice to know I have great fans like you. And actually, I'm a lucky man to have Tara.

Sarah: (grining from ear to ear) I think you so hot. Thank you so much.

She quickly kisses his cheek then runs off. Death looks stunned for a moment then signs a few more autographs before heading inside the arena.

Once inside, he is directed to his locker room. Once he finds the door with "Death" on it, he goes to open it but notices a note taped to his door. He looks to his left, then his right before he reaches out to grab it. Death opens his locker room door and goes inside. He opens the letter and finds it is from the Prez, Julie Peyton. He glances over it and balls it up and puts it into the trash. Death changes into his custome and hears a knock on the door. Death opens it and it is a HWE reporter. Death goes out to talk to him.

Death: Can I help you?

Reporter: Yes you can. I'm with the HWE and am here to ask you a few questions.

Death: Ok, shoot.

Reporter: Do you know that the Prez, Julie Peyton, didn't like the fact you had some harsh words for her husband.

Death: Does it look that I care? That bitch even had the nerve to have a letter taped up to my door about it all. So I don't know her husband at all...does that mean anything at all? No, because I just don't like him. Is that a crime? Is that illegal not to like somebody? If it is, get rid of me now. But I know she won't because I am a money maker for this company. Just like in the WFS, I draw in the crowd. I sold millions and millions of merchandise with my name on it. And just like in the WFS, I will do so here. So if I was her, I would stay out of my business. You might be my boss and sign my paycheck, but you don't own me.

Reporter: So what about The Enforcer do you not like?

Death: Everything. His look, his attitude, just everything about him. He isn't the Enforcer here at all. From what I've heard, he injured himself and hasn't wrestled in a while. So what kind of Enforcing does he do? Make sure no one changes the channel on the tv? Common, lets just forget about this. I don't like the Enforcer and lets leave it at that.

Reporter: So what thoughts do you have for Ruler of the Ring?

Death: Well, I'm in a match for the Twisted Championship. And its a Battle Royal so that means last man standing wins. Seeing it as if one of my opponents pins another, that don't mean I lose. I'm really looking forward to this to show what I have and what I can do. Now if you will excuse me, I have a match against some Loco Taco boy or something.

Death leaves the reporter to head off toward the enterance ramp. Once he gets there, his oppoent has already been anounced. "Way I Am" by Eminem starts to play and the crowd just goes nuts. Signs are being held up in the air with "We Love You Death" And "End Times" on them. Death comes out from behind the curtain and the cheers get even louder. He walks down the ramp toward the ring.

Death gets into the ring and stares down El Paso Loco. The bell sounds and El Paso Loco charges into Death and tries for a drop kick which makes Death stumble backward. Then Loco quickly goes for another drop kick but Death catches his feet in mid air and swings him around in a Big Swing. Death lets go and the little guy flys out of the ring. Everyone is cheering on Death as Death gets out of the ring and clothslines the little man, almost taking his head off. Death then picks up the guy and tosses him into the ring. As Death enters El Paso Loco kicks Death in the gut, then DDT's him. Death is down on the canvas as El Paso Loco goes to the turnbuckle. He gets on the first rope and motions for his finisher, The Nacho Dip. He climbs all the way up but when he turns around Death grabs him by the throat. Death then chokeslams him onto the mat.

Death then stands over his opponent and then looks to the crowd. They start to chant End Times over and over again. Death picks up El Paso Loco and puts his head between his legs. He raises up his right arm and everyone starts cheering. Death then lifts him up, and powerbombs him onto his knee. El Paso Loco cries out in pain as Death covers him for the three count. The bell sounds and Death's hand is raised up. Medics quickly rush out to tend to El Paso Loco as Death calls for the mic.

Death: You gave a good fight kid..but what kind of name is El Paso Loco anyway? (shakes his head) Now lets get to business. Everyone here in this great city of Montrel, Canada seen what I can do tonight. Everyone at home who watched me in the WFS and BZW and SWO/GWF has seen me in action. And from what I've been told and from what I can see...you all love me. (Fans cheer) And I love you all back. That is why at Ruler of the Ring, I will rule over my opponents and be the first ever HWE Twisted Champion. That is right, I am up for the Twisted Championship, a belt that is supposed to be for the most hardcore of wrestlers. A belt that requires a speciality match to compete for it. And I got to say, Hell, i'm up for this. I've been in your ladder matches, fatal four ways, hardcore matches, burning down building, hell in a cell, four cage death match, batton on a pole, hell.....lets just say alot. And I can beat anyone at any match if I try my hardest. In the BZW, I faced the King of Ladder matches there, Shawn Micheals. He was unbeatable in the ladder match until he faced me. I was going for the IC title that he held and well...lets just say me and him didn't get along at all. Oh, and it was a Triple Threat Match ontop of it. The third opponent was a member of my stable BioHazard. Yes, even I thought it was a crappy name, that is why I defected to the Team BZW and costed Biohazard the Stable Trophy. I do say, one of my best works to date. Anyway, I'm starting to trail off...so it was Wildcat, Shawn, and me. Hell, I took out my own stable mate with a chokeslam off the ladder and made sure he was injured enough so he couldn't compete the rest of the match so it would only be down to me and Shawn. I put everything I had into that match and you know what? I came out the new IC champion. So don't dare tell me you can beat me in your speciality match, because I will surprise you and beat you in your own game.

Death: So this belt will be determined in a battle royal match. So this will be a good old ass kicking contest as far as I'm concerned. And my opponents are John Bane, Gothic Angel, and Angelina Delgado. Now first off, why is Angelina in here? Don't get me wrong, but why would a woman be put into the ring with three men? Shit, it will look like a damn gang bang in there. But if she wants to play with men, fine by me. I will be the first to take her down. I want to show her that her pretty little face should be kept to the womans ranks, and not in my face. I will beat her like a little whore who forgot to bring home my money. I will drop her to her back like I know she is used to. Angelina, you will pray that when I'm done with you you will never have to face me again. I hate competeting against women, but I won't let them walk all over me either. If you want a piece of me Angelina, bring it baby. Bring everything you've got but remember I'm giving you fair warning. I will beat your ass and I'm not afraid to do it either. Now onto other ass kicking, lets get to Gothic Angel.

Death: Lets just say, you are most sick than I am. I like to make people bleed, hell, I've killed and watched intestines spill out of bodies. But I can say I've never ate rats. Damn...and they said I needed help. But you know what Goth, I'll help you out. You see, if I break your jaw, you won't be able to eat our rodent friend. Ok, so maybe a rat isn't a friend at all, but still..sick. You should be glad the plague happened long ago or else you would be dead by now. So what else can I say to you? Frankly, I know nothing about you. I checked the HWE wrestler log online and you have no bio posted. Strange if you ask me. You trying to hide something? Maybe you want to get your ass spanked more than Angelina does. Hey, if you are that way, just don't bring that shit on me. I am fine by your lifestyle in that respect, not the rat eating one that is, but don't dare try to be all up on me. I'm taken thank you very much.

Death: And finally, we have John Bane. Detroit player.....NOT!!! I thought for like a second that maybe we can team up. After hearing you talk, I think not. ECW is nothing you little bitch. I was picked up by a real federation that did real wrestling. Sure I can brawl when the time comes to it, but that seems to be what your all about. That is what ECW was all about to...brawling. If I wanted to brawl I would have joined the UFC, or even boxing. So if everything plans out right, the last two standing will be you and me John. And I will show you what a real Detroit man can do. I grew up knowing Eminem, well, he was just Marshell then. And sure, I know what its like to have your parents killed and all, but you don't have to dwell on it. Your like Batman in that way, always talking about how your parents were taken from you. Grow up, its in the past, and face reality. They arn't coming back and you arn't getting any smarter. You will face another Detroit native and this one isn't going to bust a cap in your ass. I grew up knowing you had to fight to stay alive, and fighting with your fist and wit. Oh, and I alway like to toss some wrestling on the streets too. Like powerbombing some punk onto the hood of a car and take my lunch money back. Or DDT's some slut who ran off and fucked some other guy and tried to tell me I was wrong in acussing her. Man, I still can remember the look on her face as I flipped her off then DDT's her onto the cement infront of my crib I stayed at with Marshell. She bleed like crazy, like the bitch should have. So Bane, lets see what you can do in the ring against me. I'm really looking forward to meeting you in the ring at Ruler of the Ring. Because I will make you famous. HAHAH!!! If you don't like that... Too Damn BAD!!!!

Death tosses the mic to the side and the crowd cheers and chants like crazy. He raises up both of his arms in victory before exiting the ring. He walks up to the back slapping hands laong the way.

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