Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Sept 1, 2017 23:12:24 GMT -5
Pyro's go off to start the show!
Forced
*The lights in the arena go down to black. Suddenly two giant pyros shoot off from either side of the stage as the crowd is slammed into the chorus of Electric Light Orchestras variation on In the Hall of the Mountain King. The Xtreme-Tron looks as if a hole is being burned through it. The burned outline forms a shape, the shape of a bird, suddenly, the entire area of the bird lights up with flames, a phoenix. The letters XHF fall onto the phoenix as the flames continue on with shots of Mongo's career within the phoenix. The song continues as a black bird image emblazoned with XHF is projected onto the ring mat. The letters H and F are projected onto the ramp way. Suddenly, two white flares fire from either side of the entranceway, they cross forming an X. As they sparkle and fizz, Mongo walks out accompanied by his bodyguard Mr. T under the large X above them. Mongo is wearing the Without Remorse Wrestling Federation Phoenix Championship around his waist. Mr. T goes up to the fans and lets them know just how much he pities them as he and Mongo make their way to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Mongo climbs up the ring steps and pulls out a microphone as he enters the ring.*
Now folks, tonight I grace you with my presence to earmark a most egregious concern. Now in this business that we run, people get worn out, they get hurt, they get crippled and so forth and so on. Basically when someone decides to be a wrestler, they decide to feed their bodies into a meat grinder thatll spit them out before theyre ready to retire.
*He looks around at the crowd.*
Now, for large, built, men like myself, the wear and tear usually doesnt take too large of a toll on my body. But for the smaller, weaker of the species, women, wrestling is a lot harder work. This is especially true in a company like the Xtreme Hardcore Federation where one is expected to put their bodies on the line daily.
*Mongo lowers his head then looks up.*
Our current World Heavyweight Champion is currently sidelined with some injury of some sort, her doctor report sounded bogus but whatever. The point is, as you heard her say, she will not be able to tour for a week or so. Unfortunately, this means she wont be able to defend at Overheated. Well.thats what her Doctor says anyway.
*He looks off to side.*
Well her doctor can blow me.
*Gasps abound!*
You see Tara, this is the Xtreme Hardcore Federation. And you have yet to prove you are that Xtreme or that Hardcore as the champion. So I am telling you this right now Tara. This Sunday you will prove yourself to be Xtreme when you get off your rear and drag yourself to the arena, because by god Tara, you are defending the Xtreme Hardcore Federation World Heavyweight Championship at Overheated. The fans deserve to get a show and you are darn well going to perform, because thats your job. A little stiffness isnt going to keep you from your duties!
*A mixed reaction follows because well, the people want a title match, but are leery of Taras health.*
And your opponent will be none other than a man who has dragged himself back to the ring only a few weeks after falling four stories to the floor to get even with Destruction. That man is me, Mongo the Destroyer. Im going to test your Xtreme-ness as you fight while injured this Sunday. And if you dont, YOU LOSE THE TITLE!
*Mongo smiles at the camera as In the Hall of the Mountain King starts up again and he leaves.*
Cole: What a jerk!
King: He's only looking out for the best interest of the XHF.
**As police sirens are heard in the arena. Mr. Slave slowly makes his way down to the ring, as he walks a public service announcement is read over the sound system. Which ofcourse warns the people of this certain individual.
"WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! Please do not reach over the guardrail, as black folks have been known to steal, murder, and {No Means No}. As you can see, this individual is very nasty looking, so the likely chance and attack will occur is 99%. So keep your hands inside and don't touch, Mr. Slave. Please refrain from talking to him, as saying the wrong thing could lead to a {No Means No} and murder. Please hide all children, black people have been known to run away at the sight of children, especially there own. Please follow these rules and you shall be safe."
Mr. Slave looks at an old lady, she turns away fearing for her life. She turns away to grab a knife and tries to stab him. However she misses, as Mr. Slave is just entering the ring by using the steps. As he gets in the middle of the ring, there are a few cops at hand. Who properly search him, for any knifes, guns, or drugs. Once he is cleared as being clean, he waits in the corner for the opponent**
Cole: Mr. Slave may not be too bright up stairs, but don't kid yourself, he's dangerous.
King: Well yeah...he's...you know...
Cole: King!
King: What?
*"Who betta than Kanyon blasts over the P.A. Obsidian walks out down to the ring eating nachos. Ron and Curtis of Dirty Deal fame come out behind him and follow him to the ring holding a chair and a metal trash can, respectively*
King: Obsidian is nuts to challenge a guy like Micheal Storm.
Cole: Well, he's trying to learn...5 days away.
Hardcore Match
Mr. Slave vs. Obsidian
The bell rings and Mr. Slave and Obsidian meet in the center of the ring. Obsidian extends an arm for a handshake. Ron and Curtis yell at him not to do that. Mr. Slave takes the hand and then lifts Obsidian up onto his shoulders. He does an airplane spin! He drops Obsidian on the mat and then goes outside. Mr. Slave looks under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher. He rolls into the ring. Mr. Slave goes to hit Obsidian, but he ducks. Mr. Slave turns around into a boot to the gut. Obsidian then grabs the fire extinguisher, but Mr. Slave won't let go. The pull back and forth between them. Then Mr. Slave pulls so hard the fire extinguisher bounces off his head! As soon as he does, it lets Obsidian's intense pulling pull the extinguisher into his head! Both men go down to the mat!
Cole: I have never in my life seen that! That's hilarious!
King: That was pretty funny.
Ron rolls in the ring and tries to wake up Obsidian. He then walks over to Mr. Slave and starts slapping him really hard. He then walks back over to Obsidian and shakes him. Obsidian finally starts getting up, his head is busted open. Mr. Slave is getting up too. Ron grabs his chair and hits Mr. Slave in the head. He goes back down. Obsidian gets up groggy and sees Mr. Slave down. Ron hands him the chair. Obsidian gives a thumbs up, then opens it and sits down. He wipes the blood from his forehead and takes some deep breaths. Ron yells at him to attack. Obsidian slaps his head and then gets up. Curtis gets on the apron and hands him the trash can. Obsidian puts it on top of Mr. Slave. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps off with a splash onto the can! Crushing Mr. Slave! Obsidian rolls around holding his stomach.
King: Looks like he hurt himself just as much as Mr. Slave.
Cole: Well...it is Obsidian, he'd be stupid enough
After minutes of agony, Obsidian finally rolls over into a cover. 1, 2, kickout! Obsidian can't believe it! Neither can Ron or Curtis! Obsidian and Mr. Slave slowly get to their feet. Mr. Slave grabs Obsidian and lifts him over his head, then drops him with a gorilla press slam! Then he grabs the chair from earlier and puts it on Obsidian's chest. Then he hits an elbow drop onto it. Mr. Slave then signals for the Bearhug of Doom, but Ron gets on the apron and starts yelling at Mr. Slave. Behind him, Curtis gives Obsidian some brass knuckles. Obsidian gets up looking confused. Obsidian walks backward and bumps into Mr. Slave. He turns around and punches Mr. Slave! With his regular hand. Mr. Slave hits back with a big haymaker to the face. Obsidian goes down hard. Obsidian rolls over and finds the trash can from earlier. He throws it up at the face of Mr. Slave and it makes him stagger back. Obsidian then grabs the chair and stands up. He throws it to at Mr. Slave's face, but Mr. Slave grabs it. Then Obsidian superkicks the chair into Mr. Slave's face! He covers. 1, 2, 3!
Winner: Obsidian
King: Whoa! Obsidian won! With a good move!
Cole: I'm as shocked as you are.
A Message
All is buzzing in the arena, when suddenly "Assasin" hits and the fans explode, as the home town star makes his way to the ring, with both of his Titles over his shoulders. Red climbs into the ring and grabs a mic, and the music cuts out. He hands his belts to the ring announcer, and the fans quiet down.
: You know, I thought to myself, what would this show be, if I didn't come out and make an appearance in front of all my loyal fans. What would it be? I'll tell you what. It would be shit. Nothing but shit, and not cool.
The fans cheer at this statement.
: But I'll tell you what is cool. The fact that I'm here *cheap pop* and the fact that, this Sunday, when both my titles are on the line, I'm going in with them, and by God, I'm walking out with them!
The crowd cheers again at this.
: So, if you are all fans of this Anthony person, I just want to apologize to you, for the pain I'm going to inflict on him this Sunday. The agony I will cause him. I will make him want to never see me again. I'm going to prove to everyone, that I am the sickest, most sadistic mother fucker on the roster! And that is a promise! Tony Clark, be ready, because this Sunday, you're in for the ride of your life!
Red tosses the mic down as "Assasin" picks up where it left off. Red grabs his belts back and climbs up the turnbuckle, and raises them up for the crowd. They cheer, take photo's, etc. The scene then fades to a commercial.
Cole: Red is a man on a mission.
King: That he is.
X*Fest Stipulation
The scene opens into the commissioner's office.
: We have decided on the stipulation to Overheated's X*Fest.
: You see, we want a tough X*Crown champion. We want wrestlers who can show their mettle...or should I say...metal.
: Horrible pun.
: Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
: Anywho, this year will be, "X*Fest: Men of Steel!" The five contestants will fight in a Hell in a Cell. And inside this cell will only be weapons made of steel. Hanging from the walls will be chairs, chains, ladders, and more. All weaponry made of steel. And of course, the first man to pin is the first man to win!
: Have fun!
Cole: What an announcement!
King: I can't wait!
The house lights in the arena go low, a red hue of lights stay on and over the P.A. system we hear a voice.
"First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you are going to die."
You couldnt be, you couldnt be me even if you wanted to,
Everything Ive been through.
Live your life, soaking up all my sunshine,
And smile your whole life,
I wouldnt know
The intro for Hellyeah's "You wouldn't know" comes blaring over the sound system, the entrance ramp fills with smoke and we can see the silhouette of Price in the center of the smoke, his head tilted back looking up to the heavens his arms held out wide in the crucifix pose.
18 wheels are rolling,
18 wheels are crushing, Me down,
Running me down
Cars are crashing
Cars are crashin, all around me
Running me down,
As the song explodes into the guitar riff so does the stage red pyro shooting up towards the sky angled towards the ring. Price emerges from the smoke. He makes his way down the ramp He's wearing black thigh length shorts. Messiah of Hardcore written on the back of his shorts with a pattern of barbwire being the trim of the shorts. His right wrist taped up with black tape, his left wrist and fist heavily taped up also with black tape.
All my days are numbered,
All my days are grey,
All my skies are covered,
All my ends are frayed,
Price slaps a few fans hands as he passes by them. He climbs the ring steeps and climbs the outside turnbuckle to the 2nd rope.
You couldnt be, you couldnt be me even if you wanted to,
Everything Ive been through. You wouldnt know
Live your life, soaking up all my sunshine,
And smile your whole life,
I wouldnt know
As the song breaks into it's choirs the camera does a fly by of Price as he looks around the arena then throws his arms out wide once more into the crucifix pose with his head once more tilted up looking towards the heavens as if daring someone to strike him down. He slowly lowers his arms and then his head bringing his chin down to his chest as he looks around the arena at the fans then he leaps over the top rope into the ring and stretches his arms on the top rope.
Lightnings crashin
Thunders rolling all around me,
Bringin me down
Stars are falling,
Fires lighting all around me,
Burning me down
King: Here comes Price!
Cole: This should be a good one!
The lights die down slowly, over the PA system the sound of hissing and rattling echoes throughout the arena. The sick cacophony slowly begins to get faster and then suddenly stops, as Hoobastank's Out of Control begins to play out over the P.A system. Green explosions dance along the ramp abruptly as a mist slowly begins to drift out on to the stage, out of the explosion a figure emerges, the figure of Snake, slowly walking backwards from the stage area, arms stretched out, wearing his usual long sleeved yellow cloak with green trims, the hood hanging low on his face to cause deep shadows to hang over his features, Snake continues to slowly walk backwards down the ramp towards the ring as the camera pans from multiple angles from around the arena; Snake at last reaches the bottom of the rampway where he finally spins around looking into the ring as he reaches up to his hood and pushes it back, before climbing into the ring he swiftly mounts the nearby turnbuckle and points out at the crowd in a menacing way, Snake quickly pulls off the cloak and throwing it just short of the crowd, as he continues to look out into the crowd. After some time he jumps down from the turnbuckle and moves into the middle of the ring slowly turns around arms stretched out embracing the reactions coming from the crowd before heading to the corner to wait.
King: And here comes Snake! He's sly.
Cole: Let's see how fair he is with this one.
Singles Match
Price vs. Snake
The bell rings and Price and Snake lock up. Price pushes Snake backward and he rolls back. Snake gets up staring at Price. They lock up again. Snake does a standing switch and goes behind Price with a waist lock. He lifts Price up and drops him to his stomach on the mat. Price squirms and breaks free. He holds Snake's arm and rolls on top of him into a hammerlock. Snake struggles to one knee. He then gets up, forcing Price up as well. Snake elbows Price in the gut, then hits him with a snapmare. Snake charges at Price, but Price takes Snake's legs out from under him with an arm sweep. Price goes for a quick elbow, but Snake rolls out of the way. Snake gets up and hits Price in the back with an axe handle. Price rolls over and Snake charges fora knee to the gut, but Price rolls foreward and out of the way. Price and Snake then stare down and get into a fighting pose as the fans applaud the athleticism.
King: These two are all ready for this fight!
Cole: As they should be.
Both men lock up again and Price goes for a quick knee to the gut. He then delivers a hip toss. Snake sits up and Price hits him with a stiff kick to the back. Price quickly goes down into a chin lock. The ref goes down to check and make sure it's legal. Price wrenches the move a bit to get it in tighter. Snake tries to fight it off. He raises his arm in the air and shakes it. He gets to one knee and elbows Price in the gut. He elbows him again and Price lets go of the hold, but quickly clubs Snake across the back. Snake goes down to the mat and Price stomps away on him. Snake rolls to the ropes and the ref forces Price to back off. Snake gets up and Price charges at him. Snake ducks down and back body drops Price over the top rope! Price lands on the mat below with a heavy thud. Snake climbs out of the ring and the ref starts his twenty count. Snake lifts Price up by his head and pulls him over to the stairs. He then slams Price's head into the top of said stairs. Then again. He pulls Price up and over to the announcer table. He goes to slam Price into it, but Price blocks. He elbows Snake in the gut and then slams his face into it.
Cole: Get away from here!
King: Please don't break our table.
Price then whips Snake into a ringpost. He hits it with his right shoulder. Price then picks Snake up and whips him into the stairs, Snake goes into it with the same shoulder. Price then rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. The ref starts over. Price zeroing in on the shoulder of Snake. He stomps it a few times, then picks Snake up. He leans Snake on the apron and grabs the right arm and pulls it around the ringpost. He then rears back and slams the upper arm into the ringpost! Snake goes down holding his shoulder. Price has a sick smile on his face. He picks Snake up and rolls him into the ring. Price then makes a cover. 1, 2, kickout! Price picks Snake up off the mat, then lifts him over his shoulder. He then delivers a shoulder breaker to that right shoulder. Snake hits the mat and rolls around holding his shoulder. Price then picks Snake up and hooks him for a suplex. He lifts and hits a Perfect Tribute, dropping Snake right on that shoulder! He holds on for a pin. 1, 2, kickout!
Cole: How did Snake kick out!
King: I don't know.
Price gets up and kicks Snake a few times. He then runs to the ropes and comes back with a running splash. But Snake gets the knees up into the stomach of Price! Price rolls around holding his stomach. Both men are down for a bit. Snake is first to his feet. He kicks Price in the ribs as he's on all fours. Snake then picks Price up, favoring that arm of his, he grabs Price and hits a suplex. Snake holds his shoulder for a second, then grabs Price and whips him into a corner. He charges after him, but Price gets a boot to his face. Price then puts Snake sternum first into the corner. He steps back and delivers a high kick to the right shoulder of Snake! Snake screams out in pain as he holds his shoulder. Price charges at him, but Snake moves to the side and grabs Price and hits a russian leg sweep! Snake rolls over into a cover. 1, 2, shoulder up! Snake picks Price up and lifts him for a Michinoku Driver, but his right shoulder gives and he has to let go, and instead gives Price a quick kick, then a DDT instead. Snake goes for another cover. 1, 2, kickout!
King: Snake is a fast thinker.
Cole: He is a dangerous man, don't let his exterior fool you.
King: What's that supposed to mean?
Snake picks Price up with his good arm. He then trips Price and goes for the Sharpshooter but he can't hold onto the left leg because of his arm, so instead he just locks in a half crab. Price is in pain, but pulls himself to the ropes. Snake lets go and Price gets up. Price punches Snake in the face. He then whips Snake into a turnbuckle, but Snake reverses, sending Price in. Snake sits Price up on the top rope. Snake climbs up. Price punches Snake in the head. Then again. Price pulls Snake up and hooks him for a suplex even though he's on the other side. He tries to lift Snake, but Snake holds the ropes to block. Snake punches Price in the gut, then pulls Price off with a DVD off the second rope! Price and Snake are both out on the mat!
Cole: These men are giving it there all tonight!
King: It's crazy!
Snake's nose seems to be bleeding from Price's punches. The ref starts his ten count. He gets to seven when Snake gets up. Snake kicks Price, breaking the ten count on him. He smirks and bends down next to Price. He lays across him. 1, 2, kickout! Snake can't believe it! Snake starts to argue with the ref. Price gets up behind him. Price grabs Snake by the shoulder and turns him around. Snake goes to kick Price in the gut, but Price grabs the leg. Price throws it away and Snake spins around. He comes 360 and Price goes for a clothesline, but Snake ducks it, grabs Price by the side, and hits a Snake Bite! Snake covers Price. 1, 2, Price gets his foot on the rope! Both men get up and Snake kicks Price in the gut. He hooks both arms and turns around for a Snake Drop, but his arm won't hold it up. Price uses this to his advantage and grabs Snake's head from behind and hits the Payback! Price covers. 1, 2, 3!
Winner: Price
Cole: Price did it!
King: I don't believe it!
Price raises his hand in victory, and then "I Stand Alone" hits the P.A. Mr. X comes out and is walking down to the ring. Price looks ready. But then DT charges out of the entryway and hits Mr. X in the back with a forearm. Mr. X turns around and Mr. X and DT start battling on the ramp. Back in the ring, Price is watching them fight, and Charlie Velez slides into the ring behind Price. Price turns around and Velez hits the Closure! Snake is groggily getting up and Velez grabs him and lifts him on his shoulder, then drops him with the Xtremist Way! Velez then runs to the ropes and hits a suicide dive onto DT and Mr. X! Velez has knocked down all his opponents!
Cole: The silent champion has made his name known tonight!
King: X*Fest...and Overheated by association...will be crazy!
Velez taunts to the crowd as In the Oven comes to a close.
Forced
*The lights in the arena go down to black. Suddenly two giant pyros shoot off from either side of the stage as the crowd is slammed into the chorus of Electric Light Orchestras variation on In the Hall of the Mountain King. The Xtreme-Tron looks as if a hole is being burned through it. The burned outline forms a shape, the shape of a bird, suddenly, the entire area of the bird lights up with flames, a phoenix. The letters XHF fall onto the phoenix as the flames continue on with shots of Mongo's career within the phoenix. The song continues as a black bird image emblazoned with XHF is projected onto the ring mat. The letters H and F are projected onto the ramp way. Suddenly, two white flares fire from either side of the entranceway, they cross forming an X. As they sparkle and fizz, Mongo walks out accompanied by his bodyguard Mr. T under the large X above them. Mongo is wearing the Without Remorse Wrestling Federation Phoenix Championship around his waist. Mr. T goes up to the fans and lets them know just how much he pities them as he and Mongo make their way to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Mongo climbs up the ring steps and pulls out a microphone as he enters the ring.*
Now folks, tonight I grace you with my presence to earmark a most egregious concern. Now in this business that we run, people get worn out, they get hurt, they get crippled and so forth and so on. Basically when someone decides to be a wrestler, they decide to feed their bodies into a meat grinder thatll spit them out before theyre ready to retire.
*He looks around at the crowd.*
Now, for large, built, men like myself, the wear and tear usually doesnt take too large of a toll on my body. But for the smaller, weaker of the species, women, wrestling is a lot harder work. This is especially true in a company like the Xtreme Hardcore Federation where one is expected to put their bodies on the line daily.
*Mongo lowers his head then looks up.*
Our current World Heavyweight Champion is currently sidelined with some injury of some sort, her doctor report sounded bogus but whatever. The point is, as you heard her say, she will not be able to tour for a week or so. Unfortunately, this means she wont be able to defend at Overheated. Well.thats what her Doctor says anyway.
*He looks off to side.*
Well her doctor can blow me.
*Gasps abound!*
You see Tara, this is the Xtreme Hardcore Federation. And you have yet to prove you are that Xtreme or that Hardcore as the champion. So I am telling you this right now Tara. This Sunday you will prove yourself to be Xtreme when you get off your rear and drag yourself to the arena, because by god Tara, you are defending the Xtreme Hardcore Federation World Heavyweight Championship at Overheated. The fans deserve to get a show and you are darn well going to perform, because thats your job. A little stiffness isnt going to keep you from your duties!
*A mixed reaction follows because well, the people want a title match, but are leery of Taras health.*
And your opponent will be none other than a man who has dragged himself back to the ring only a few weeks after falling four stories to the floor to get even with Destruction. That man is me, Mongo the Destroyer. Im going to test your Xtreme-ness as you fight while injured this Sunday. And if you dont, YOU LOSE THE TITLE!
*Mongo smiles at the camera as In the Hall of the Mountain King starts up again and he leaves.*
Cole: What a jerk!
King: He's only looking out for the best interest of the XHF.
**As police sirens are heard in the arena. Mr. Slave slowly makes his way down to the ring, as he walks a public service announcement is read over the sound system. Which ofcourse warns the people of this certain individual.
"WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! Please do not reach over the guardrail, as black folks have been known to steal, murder, and {No Means No}. As you can see, this individual is very nasty looking, so the likely chance and attack will occur is 99%. So keep your hands inside and don't touch, Mr. Slave. Please refrain from talking to him, as saying the wrong thing could lead to a {No Means No} and murder. Please hide all children, black people have been known to run away at the sight of children, especially there own. Please follow these rules and you shall be safe."
Mr. Slave looks at an old lady, she turns away fearing for her life. She turns away to grab a knife and tries to stab him. However she misses, as Mr. Slave is just entering the ring by using the steps. As he gets in the middle of the ring, there are a few cops at hand. Who properly search him, for any knifes, guns, or drugs. Once he is cleared as being clean, he waits in the corner for the opponent**
Cole: Mr. Slave may not be too bright up stairs, but don't kid yourself, he's dangerous.
King: Well yeah...he's...you know...
Cole: King!
King: What?
*"Who betta than Kanyon blasts over the P.A. Obsidian walks out down to the ring eating nachos. Ron and Curtis of Dirty Deal fame come out behind him and follow him to the ring holding a chair and a metal trash can, respectively*
King: Obsidian is nuts to challenge a guy like Micheal Storm.
Cole: Well, he's trying to learn...5 days away.
Hardcore Match
Mr. Slave vs. Obsidian
The bell rings and Mr. Slave and Obsidian meet in the center of the ring. Obsidian extends an arm for a handshake. Ron and Curtis yell at him not to do that. Mr. Slave takes the hand and then lifts Obsidian up onto his shoulders. He does an airplane spin! He drops Obsidian on the mat and then goes outside. Mr. Slave looks under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher. He rolls into the ring. Mr. Slave goes to hit Obsidian, but he ducks. Mr. Slave turns around into a boot to the gut. Obsidian then grabs the fire extinguisher, but Mr. Slave won't let go. The pull back and forth between them. Then Mr. Slave pulls so hard the fire extinguisher bounces off his head! As soon as he does, it lets Obsidian's intense pulling pull the extinguisher into his head! Both men go down to the mat!
Cole: I have never in my life seen that! That's hilarious!
King: That was pretty funny.
Ron rolls in the ring and tries to wake up Obsidian. He then walks over to Mr. Slave and starts slapping him really hard. He then walks back over to Obsidian and shakes him. Obsidian finally starts getting up, his head is busted open. Mr. Slave is getting up too. Ron grabs his chair and hits Mr. Slave in the head. He goes back down. Obsidian gets up groggy and sees Mr. Slave down. Ron hands him the chair. Obsidian gives a thumbs up, then opens it and sits down. He wipes the blood from his forehead and takes some deep breaths. Ron yells at him to attack. Obsidian slaps his head and then gets up. Curtis gets on the apron and hands him the trash can. Obsidian puts it on top of Mr. Slave. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps off with a splash onto the can! Crushing Mr. Slave! Obsidian rolls around holding his stomach.
King: Looks like he hurt himself just as much as Mr. Slave.
Cole: Well...it is Obsidian, he'd be stupid enough
After minutes of agony, Obsidian finally rolls over into a cover. 1, 2, kickout! Obsidian can't believe it! Neither can Ron or Curtis! Obsidian and Mr. Slave slowly get to their feet. Mr. Slave grabs Obsidian and lifts him over his head, then drops him with a gorilla press slam! Then he grabs the chair from earlier and puts it on Obsidian's chest. Then he hits an elbow drop onto it. Mr. Slave then signals for the Bearhug of Doom, but Ron gets on the apron and starts yelling at Mr. Slave. Behind him, Curtis gives Obsidian some brass knuckles. Obsidian gets up looking confused. Obsidian walks backward and bumps into Mr. Slave. He turns around and punches Mr. Slave! With his regular hand. Mr. Slave hits back with a big haymaker to the face. Obsidian goes down hard. Obsidian rolls over and finds the trash can from earlier. He throws it up at the face of Mr. Slave and it makes him stagger back. Obsidian then grabs the chair and stands up. He throws it to at Mr. Slave's face, but Mr. Slave grabs it. Then Obsidian superkicks the chair into Mr. Slave's face! He covers. 1, 2, 3!
Winner: Obsidian
King: Whoa! Obsidian won! With a good move!
Cole: I'm as shocked as you are.
A Message
All is buzzing in the arena, when suddenly "Assasin" hits and the fans explode, as the home town star makes his way to the ring, with both of his Titles over his shoulders. Red climbs into the ring and grabs a mic, and the music cuts out. He hands his belts to the ring announcer, and the fans quiet down.
: You know, I thought to myself, what would this show be, if I didn't come out and make an appearance in front of all my loyal fans. What would it be? I'll tell you what. It would be shit. Nothing but shit, and not cool.
The fans cheer at this statement.
: But I'll tell you what is cool. The fact that I'm here *cheap pop* and the fact that, this Sunday, when both my titles are on the line, I'm going in with them, and by God, I'm walking out with them!
The crowd cheers again at this.
: So, if you are all fans of this Anthony person, I just want to apologize to you, for the pain I'm going to inflict on him this Sunday. The agony I will cause him. I will make him want to never see me again. I'm going to prove to everyone, that I am the sickest, most sadistic mother fucker on the roster! And that is a promise! Tony Clark, be ready, because this Sunday, you're in for the ride of your life!
Red tosses the mic down as "Assasin" picks up where it left off. Red grabs his belts back and climbs up the turnbuckle, and raises them up for the crowd. They cheer, take photo's, etc. The scene then fades to a commercial.
Cole: Red is a man on a mission.
King: That he is.
X*Fest Stipulation
The scene opens into the commissioner's office.
: We have decided on the stipulation to Overheated's X*Fest.
: You see, we want a tough X*Crown champion. We want wrestlers who can show their mettle...or should I say...metal.
: Horrible pun.
: Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
: Anywho, this year will be, "X*Fest: Men of Steel!" The five contestants will fight in a Hell in a Cell. And inside this cell will only be weapons made of steel. Hanging from the walls will be chairs, chains, ladders, and more. All weaponry made of steel. And of course, the first man to pin is the first man to win!
: Have fun!
Cole: What an announcement!
King: I can't wait!
The house lights in the arena go low, a red hue of lights stay on and over the P.A. system we hear a voice.
"First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you are going to die."
You couldnt be, you couldnt be me even if you wanted to,
Everything Ive been through.
Live your life, soaking up all my sunshine,
And smile your whole life,
I wouldnt know
The intro for Hellyeah's "You wouldn't know" comes blaring over the sound system, the entrance ramp fills with smoke and we can see the silhouette of Price in the center of the smoke, his head tilted back looking up to the heavens his arms held out wide in the crucifix pose.
18 wheels are rolling,
18 wheels are crushing, Me down,
Running me down
Cars are crashing
Cars are crashin, all around me
Running me down,
As the song explodes into the guitar riff so does the stage red pyro shooting up towards the sky angled towards the ring. Price emerges from the smoke. He makes his way down the ramp He's wearing black thigh length shorts. Messiah of Hardcore written on the back of his shorts with a pattern of barbwire being the trim of the shorts. His right wrist taped up with black tape, his left wrist and fist heavily taped up also with black tape.
All my days are numbered,
All my days are grey,
All my skies are covered,
All my ends are frayed,
Price slaps a few fans hands as he passes by them. He climbs the ring steeps and climbs the outside turnbuckle to the 2nd rope.
You couldnt be, you couldnt be me even if you wanted to,
Everything Ive been through. You wouldnt know
Live your life, soaking up all my sunshine,
And smile your whole life,
I wouldnt know
As the song breaks into it's choirs the camera does a fly by of Price as he looks around the arena then throws his arms out wide once more into the crucifix pose with his head once more tilted up looking towards the heavens as if daring someone to strike him down. He slowly lowers his arms and then his head bringing his chin down to his chest as he looks around the arena at the fans then he leaps over the top rope into the ring and stretches his arms on the top rope.
Lightnings crashin
Thunders rolling all around me,
Bringin me down
Stars are falling,
Fires lighting all around me,
Burning me down
King: Here comes Price!
Cole: This should be a good one!
The lights die down slowly, over the PA system the sound of hissing and rattling echoes throughout the arena. The sick cacophony slowly begins to get faster and then suddenly stops, as Hoobastank's Out of Control begins to play out over the P.A system. Green explosions dance along the ramp abruptly as a mist slowly begins to drift out on to the stage, out of the explosion a figure emerges, the figure of Snake, slowly walking backwards from the stage area, arms stretched out, wearing his usual long sleeved yellow cloak with green trims, the hood hanging low on his face to cause deep shadows to hang over his features, Snake continues to slowly walk backwards down the ramp towards the ring as the camera pans from multiple angles from around the arena; Snake at last reaches the bottom of the rampway where he finally spins around looking into the ring as he reaches up to his hood and pushes it back, before climbing into the ring he swiftly mounts the nearby turnbuckle and points out at the crowd in a menacing way, Snake quickly pulls off the cloak and throwing it just short of the crowd, as he continues to look out into the crowd. After some time he jumps down from the turnbuckle and moves into the middle of the ring slowly turns around arms stretched out embracing the reactions coming from the crowd before heading to the corner to wait.
King: And here comes Snake! He's sly.
Cole: Let's see how fair he is with this one.
Singles Match
Price vs. Snake
The bell rings and Price and Snake lock up. Price pushes Snake backward and he rolls back. Snake gets up staring at Price. They lock up again. Snake does a standing switch and goes behind Price with a waist lock. He lifts Price up and drops him to his stomach on the mat. Price squirms and breaks free. He holds Snake's arm and rolls on top of him into a hammerlock. Snake struggles to one knee. He then gets up, forcing Price up as well. Snake elbows Price in the gut, then hits him with a snapmare. Snake charges at Price, but Price takes Snake's legs out from under him with an arm sweep. Price goes for a quick elbow, but Snake rolls out of the way. Snake gets up and hits Price in the back with an axe handle. Price rolls over and Snake charges fora knee to the gut, but Price rolls foreward and out of the way. Price and Snake then stare down and get into a fighting pose as the fans applaud the athleticism.
King: These two are all ready for this fight!
Cole: As they should be.
Both men lock up again and Price goes for a quick knee to the gut. He then delivers a hip toss. Snake sits up and Price hits him with a stiff kick to the back. Price quickly goes down into a chin lock. The ref goes down to check and make sure it's legal. Price wrenches the move a bit to get it in tighter. Snake tries to fight it off. He raises his arm in the air and shakes it. He gets to one knee and elbows Price in the gut. He elbows him again and Price lets go of the hold, but quickly clubs Snake across the back. Snake goes down to the mat and Price stomps away on him. Snake rolls to the ropes and the ref forces Price to back off. Snake gets up and Price charges at him. Snake ducks down and back body drops Price over the top rope! Price lands on the mat below with a heavy thud. Snake climbs out of the ring and the ref starts his twenty count. Snake lifts Price up by his head and pulls him over to the stairs. He then slams Price's head into the top of said stairs. Then again. He pulls Price up and over to the announcer table. He goes to slam Price into it, but Price blocks. He elbows Snake in the gut and then slams his face into it.
Cole: Get away from here!
King: Please don't break our table.
Price then whips Snake into a ringpost. He hits it with his right shoulder. Price then picks Snake up and whips him into the stairs, Snake goes into it with the same shoulder. Price then rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. The ref starts over. Price zeroing in on the shoulder of Snake. He stomps it a few times, then picks Snake up. He leans Snake on the apron and grabs the right arm and pulls it around the ringpost. He then rears back and slams the upper arm into the ringpost! Snake goes down holding his shoulder. Price has a sick smile on his face. He picks Snake up and rolls him into the ring. Price then makes a cover. 1, 2, kickout! Price picks Snake up off the mat, then lifts him over his shoulder. He then delivers a shoulder breaker to that right shoulder. Snake hits the mat and rolls around holding his shoulder. Price then picks Snake up and hooks him for a suplex. He lifts and hits a Perfect Tribute, dropping Snake right on that shoulder! He holds on for a pin. 1, 2, kickout!
Cole: How did Snake kick out!
King: I don't know.
Price gets up and kicks Snake a few times. He then runs to the ropes and comes back with a running splash. But Snake gets the knees up into the stomach of Price! Price rolls around holding his stomach. Both men are down for a bit. Snake is first to his feet. He kicks Price in the ribs as he's on all fours. Snake then picks Price up, favoring that arm of his, he grabs Price and hits a suplex. Snake holds his shoulder for a second, then grabs Price and whips him into a corner. He charges after him, but Price gets a boot to his face. Price then puts Snake sternum first into the corner. He steps back and delivers a high kick to the right shoulder of Snake! Snake screams out in pain as he holds his shoulder. Price charges at him, but Snake moves to the side and grabs Price and hits a russian leg sweep! Snake rolls over into a cover. 1, 2, shoulder up! Snake picks Price up and lifts him for a Michinoku Driver, but his right shoulder gives and he has to let go, and instead gives Price a quick kick, then a DDT instead. Snake goes for another cover. 1, 2, kickout!
King: Snake is a fast thinker.
Cole: He is a dangerous man, don't let his exterior fool you.
King: What's that supposed to mean?
Snake picks Price up with his good arm. He then trips Price and goes for the Sharpshooter but he can't hold onto the left leg because of his arm, so instead he just locks in a half crab. Price is in pain, but pulls himself to the ropes. Snake lets go and Price gets up. Price punches Snake in the face. He then whips Snake into a turnbuckle, but Snake reverses, sending Price in. Snake sits Price up on the top rope. Snake climbs up. Price punches Snake in the head. Then again. Price pulls Snake up and hooks him for a suplex even though he's on the other side. He tries to lift Snake, but Snake holds the ropes to block. Snake punches Price in the gut, then pulls Price off with a DVD off the second rope! Price and Snake are both out on the mat!
Cole: These men are giving it there all tonight!
King: It's crazy!
Snake's nose seems to be bleeding from Price's punches. The ref starts his ten count. He gets to seven when Snake gets up. Snake kicks Price, breaking the ten count on him. He smirks and bends down next to Price. He lays across him. 1, 2, kickout! Snake can't believe it! Snake starts to argue with the ref. Price gets up behind him. Price grabs Snake by the shoulder and turns him around. Snake goes to kick Price in the gut, but Price grabs the leg. Price throws it away and Snake spins around. He comes 360 and Price goes for a clothesline, but Snake ducks it, grabs Price by the side, and hits a Snake Bite! Snake covers Price. 1, 2, Price gets his foot on the rope! Both men get up and Snake kicks Price in the gut. He hooks both arms and turns around for a Snake Drop, but his arm won't hold it up. Price uses this to his advantage and grabs Snake's head from behind and hits the Payback! Price covers. 1, 2, 3!
Winner: Price
Cole: Price did it!
King: I don't believe it!
Price raises his hand in victory, and then "I Stand Alone" hits the P.A. Mr. X comes out and is walking down to the ring. Price looks ready. But then DT charges out of the entryway and hits Mr. X in the back with a forearm. Mr. X turns around and Mr. X and DT start battling on the ramp. Back in the ring, Price is watching them fight, and Charlie Velez slides into the ring behind Price. Price turns around and Velez hits the Closure! Snake is groggily getting up and Velez grabs him and lifts him on his shoulder, then drops him with the Xtremist Way! Velez then runs to the ropes and hits a suicide dive onto DT and Mr. X! Velez has knocked down all his opponents!
Cole: The silent champion has made his name known tonight!
King: X*Fest...and Overheated by association...will be crazy!
Velez taunts to the crowd as In the Oven comes to a close.