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It is another normal Sunday afternoon. The place is downtown Detroit in Michigan. This is the hometown of HWE wrestler Death. And currently, were Tara and Jessica Monroe have been staying at with Death. This is their new home, considering that Death and Tara are about to wed. Currently, Death is riding around the city on his motorcycle, clearing his head. The past week or two has given Death plenty of thinking time. Time off from the federation lets him relax, but also train more. But the training you do at home or in a gym doesn't help you when it comes to the ring. Sure, it prepares you, but pure adrenaline help you go. That, and the skill you've learned and mastered in the ring only makes you a champion. And that is what Death is....a Champion. Not only is he the current Chaos Champion, but he is a champion for the people. He knows this and every time he steps into the ring, he tries to please the people. He gives them what they want and in return, they give him the stength to carry on. As Death ponders what his future will be like in the HWE and his future with Tara, he comes to a stop. Suddenly he hears his cell phone ring. Death rolls his eyes because he hates getting calls when he's clearing his mind. He pulls over to the side of the road and answers it.
Death: Hello?
Female Voice: Hello. Is this Death?
Death: Sure is, who is this?
Female Voice: This is Julie Peyton.
Death: What do you want? (rolls his eyes)
Julie: I'm letting you know two things. Your wanted for a house show at Joe Louis Arena. You are in Detroit still, right?
Death: Where the hell else would I be?
Julie: Look Death, don't get smart with me. You just do your job and show up and entertain the millions of retards that like your sorry ass.
Death: Looks like somebody is still pissed at me.
Julie: Death, just shut the fuck up. Now the other thing I wanted to tell your sorry ass is that you have a Undisputed title shot this Saturday.
Death: Great, I am the Chaos Champion and get a shot at the Undisputed Title. My lucky month.
Julie: Before you go thinking your the greatest, it will be a fatal four way. You, Diablo, Spike, and Kareem Johnson. Have a nice day.(click)
Death looks extremely pissed as he puts his phone away. He looks around for a second, then takes off toward the Joe. |
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An hour and a half later, Death finally makes it through traffic and construction to get to the arena. He pulls into the parking garage where the Detroit Red Wings park and pulls his motorcycle into an open space. Security lets him into the arena and Death walks down the hallway to the locker room area. He checks his watch and finds he has some time to kill, so he entered the locker room and request tapes of his opponents. He gets two tapes, one about the debut of Spike and the other from the debut of Kareem Johnson. He sits back, watching the tapes, seeing what each wrestler had to say. Kareems he's seen already, but he wants to review the tape again. Spike, on the other hand, it totally new to him. A tech member comes into the locker room and tells Death that he will be on in 5 minutes. Death asks if he has time after the match to talk and the guy checks his paperwork, then says yes. When the tech member leaves the room, Death gets prepared. He then leaves and walks toward the enterence. Over the loudspeakers, he can hear his opponent being announced.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Toronto Canada, weighting in at 210 lbs, he is The Blond Sensation.
A wrestler comes out from the back with long blond hair and gets into the ring. He jumps around a bit, wait his opponent.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Detroit Michigan. Weighting in at 290 lbs and he is the HWE Chaos Champion....DEATH!!!!!
The crowd goes nuts, cheering for their hometown hero. "Down with the Sickness" starts to play as pyro goes off on the stage. Then from the back comes out Death. |
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He walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. This is a non title bout and the ref calls for the bell to start the match. The two look at each other in the eyes, before locking up. The Blond Sensation puts Death in a headlock and Death shoves him into the ropes. When the Blone Sensation returns his clothslines Death down. He then cheers as the crowd boos him. Death gets back up to his feet but it meet with a hard left, staggering him backword. Death returns with a right, sending the Blond Sensation staggering back. They exchange blows until Death goes for the big boot to the face. The Blond Sensation catches the leg and kicks upward, nailing right into the back of Death's thigh. Death drops down to the canvas and holds his thigh. The Blond Sensation goes outside of the ring and grabs a chair. He begins it back inside and uses it to bash Death's leg. Death cries out in pain, trying to fend off the attack. But he is useless as The Blond Sensation continues his onslaught. He then drops the chair and picks up Death. Death is barely standing as The Blond Sensation calls for his DDT Finisher. As he hooks Death's head, Death starts to punch him in the ribs. The Blond Sensation loosens the hold which allows Death to knock him down with a clothsline. Death is stumbling around, his thigh killing him. The Blond Sensation gets back up and charges at Death but this time Death cathes him with the Big Boot. But it was too much for the leg and he drops down to the ground in pain. The ref starts to count them out. At about five The Blond Sensation reaches over and pins Death. One, Two..no..Death kicked out. The Blond Sensation kicks Death a couple of times in the leg then goes to the turnbuckle. He jumps off for a moonsault and connects. One, two..Death kicks out yet again. The Blond Sensation is starting to get pissed off. He goes outside and grabs a table. He brings is back into the ring. He lifts Death up but Death starts to punch him repeatedly in the stomache. He then bodyslams The Blond Sensation onto the steel chair. The fans start chanting Death's name as he stumbles over toward the table. He sets it up just as the Blond Sensation is back to his feet. The Blond Sensation goes over toward Death and nails him in the back with with fist. Death drops down to one knee. The Blond Sensation then goes and grabs the chair he was slammed on. He cracks it accross Death's back, but Death doesn't budge. He only turns around and swings his one finger back and forth while shaking his head no. The Blond Sensation goes for another swing but Death nails him in the stomach, causing the Blond Sensation to drop the chair. Death starts to hit him some more then gives him an uppercut as he gets back to standing position. The fans are really getting into it as Death grabs the Blond Sensation by his throat and chokeslams him onto the table. Death holds onto his thigh for a second, looking down at The Blond Sensation. He picks him up and puts him between his legs. He raises his right arm into the air, calling for End Times. The crowd is really cheering like crazy. He lifts up The Blond Sensation and goes for the finisher. |
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He connects his knee with the back of The Blond Sensation at the end of the powerbomb/backbreaker finisher. He goes for the pin and gets the one, two, three. The referee raisies his arm up in victory. Death then calls for a mic as the Blond Sensation is helped out of the ring.
Death: What you seen here tonight is what you will see me do everything night for you fans. I will put my body on the line to acheive greatness. I will not stop until I am dead. The Blond Sensation was a great wrestler, but he lacked the heart in the ring. No matter what he did to me, I woudn't stay down. And yes, damn, my thigh is killing me. But lets look past this. Tonight I was showing my opponents for Burnout that I can take a beating and come back and win. Look at my match with Seth Lawless for example. We beat the crap out of each other but I came out on top. So I know what pain feels like and you call can just bring it. I can take as much as I dish out. Now I just found out today, that little Mrs Peyton, being the bitch she is, has signed me up for a fatal four way match. Now this isn't just some little match, its for the Undisputed Title. |
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Death: That is right boys and girls, I am rising in this federation faster than a 16 year old boy in a porn studio. First was the Twisted Title shot at Ruler of the Ring which I failed to capture thanks to Angelina Delgado and her stun gun. Then I was put in a match against Seth Lawless for the Chaos Championship which I won. I had a week off to rest and do apperances, and now in my third match I've got the chance to be the Undisputed Champion. And who better than to get that title shot. I mean, just look at the champion we have now. He wins the belt and then disappears, never to be seen again. What is up with that? If he is our champion, shouldn't he at least show up once in a while? At first, I didn't have any beef with this Diablo guy. He backed up everything he said and destroyed his opponents at Ruler of the Ring. Hell, I was impressed, and nothing impresses me much. But after winning the belt he goes MIA on us all. And I'm not just talking about us in the ring, but you fans. What has he done for you besides with the belt? Nothing, that is what. That is why I think I deserve to be the champion. Hell, I am the Chaos Champion and that is like the second best belt you can have here. So I earned my right to face him and defeat him. That is, if he can show up for the match. What am I talking about? I know he will show, because the match has been signed. He can't skip out of it now, unless he wants to be striped of the title. Then again, I can go over to his house and kick his ass in front of his wife or girlfriend or whatever he has living with him. Pin him right in his living room for the belt. Wouldn't that be just grand? But then again, this isn't one on one, it's a fatal four way. So I will have two other opponents to worry about at Burnout. Besides Diablo, we have Spike.
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Death: Funny name that boy has. Spike...either he is on Buffy the Vampire Slayer or just some punk looking for an asskicking. I mean, just the name he has is perfect for him. What do I mean? Well, Spike is something that you drive into the ground, like a railroad spike. This means that he will be drove into the ground at Burnout. And I'll be the one doing the hammering. This guy just signs a contract and he is granted a title shot. And at the Undisputed Title no less. What kind of shit is that? Oh well, it's just another ass for me to kick at Burnout. Spike, let me warn you right now, I'm not to be taken lightly. It will take alot to beat me, nothing short of electricity which Angelina found worked quite well. Your focused on Diablo and not your other opponents, and that is your downfall. In a fatal four way, you have to watch everyone in the ring. Because the Champion doesn't have to be pinned to win. And only one person needs to be pinned. So while your not focusing on either me or Kareem, I can beat his ass and pin him before you can even say "What Happened". Then again, while your not focusing on us, we can double team your ass from behind and beat you like the spike you are. Each taking turns driving you down to the canvas. So now if I were you, I would rethink your gameplan.
Death: Lets get to the final person in the fatal four way. And that man is Kareem Johnson. Now I see you've seen me in the WFS, havn't you? Kareem, tell me this...Are you a stalker? Seriously, do you intend to follow me not only from federation to federation but to my hotel rooms as well? Do I need security to keep you in line? I sure it don't come down to it. It's flattering that you justed to watch me, distrubing, yet flattering. Lets put that aside and look at the match. There is little Spikey, the champion, and me and you. Lets see what skill you can offer to the HWE. I sure hope it is something, because I wouldn't expect nothing less. One thing is for sure though, and that is I will go into the match determined to beat everyone in my path. If you plan on getting in my way during the match, consider yourself done. I will attack you like the force of a tornado. Beating you until you can't walk anymore. But don't think I will focus my full attention to you. I still have twidle de and dum to worry about as well. All three of you I haven't faced before. So this might be pretty damn interesting. So Kareem Johnson, just bring whatever still you have and lets party at Burnout. That goes to the other two. Be ready for the ulimate battle for the Undisputed Championship. If you don't like that... Too Damn BAD!!!
Death then drops the mic as he music starts up again. He climbs out of the ring and heads up toward the back, slapping hands along the way. |
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