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| Hostile Violence #28; RESULTS | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 13 2009, 09:45 PM (368 Views) | |
| Talon | Apr 13 2009, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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Hostile Violence #28 April 13th, 2009 Credit Union Center Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada Posted Image Meanwhile, Back on the Ranch Backstage. Yes, you read it correctly. Backstage in James Milenko's office to be precise. World Champion Talon is leaning on Milenko's desk, while the owner of said desk is filing papers in a portable storage device. The door slams open and in walks Paige carrying a cell phone. She quietly walks past Talon who was playing a game on his PSP, and stands in front of James. James looks up, and quickly looks back down, continuing on with what he was doing. James: "Yes ma'am, what may I do for you?" Paige: "Well, you could take this call on your phone." James: "Who is it? And why do you have my phone?" Paige: "Well, you left it in my office earlier today..." Talon perks up at this comment. He chuckles to himself before going back to his PSP. Paige: "Shut up Rockridge. And do I look like your goddamned secretary? Take your phone." Paige tosses it to James and smacks Talon in the back of the head on her way out. Our World Champion rubs the back of the head and turns to James, who is too busy with a conversation to have noticed the assault. By the time the door is closed and the camera refocuses on the President and owner of Hostility, James Milenko. James: "Are you sure you'll be up to it? I mean, you were slaughtered..." He bites at his lip lightly, and then nods in agreement. Talon: "Who is it?" James quietly ignores Talon and continues nodding with an occasional "Uh huh...” thrown in there. Talon: "James who is it? Do I know them? James? Jaaaaaaaaames? MILL-EEN-KOOOOOOOOOO!" James, obviously agitated, snaps at the Champ. James: "WHAT!?" Talon: "Who is it?" James: "Jesus Christ it's like you're four years old. It's Chris. Damn." After a few seconds go by and their conversation continues, Talon chimes in. Talon: "Tell him I said hi..." James stands up from his desk and Talon just sulks away, a smile on his face. He goes back to his PSP playing. James: "Alrighty Bondy, if you feel like you're up for it, I'll schedule you sometime next week. It'll be good to see you again, I mean, without all of those tubes hooked up to you, haha. Yeah... you too. Buh-bye." James closes his phone shut and tosses it onto his desk. He sits back in his chair and relaxes for a few seconds, even exhaling a rather large sigh of relief. Talon turns around, still playing his PSP game, and begins talking to James. Talon: "You didn't tell him hi for me..." James: "He heard you, you ass. He called to let me know he'd be back next week to address the fans about the almost fatal attack by Brocken." Talon puts his game down for a moment and mouths "Ozric"... before picking up where he left off. Talon: "It'll be good to see Chris again. Sweet. I just leveled." James: "Can I see that?" Talon: "Sure..." He quietly hands the game system over to James, who takes it, and looks at it, and then tosses it into his trash can. He goes back to working on his filing. Talon: "Bu... bu... but that was myyyyy gaaaaaaammmm-uh!" James: "Don't you know that those video games cause an increase in violence?" Talon reaches down into Milenko's trash can. Talon: "For Christ's sake, I am a professional wrestler. It's my job to be violent." James looks up from his box of files. James: "Touché'." For about a minute everything is as it was a few minutes ago. There is silence, save the sound of buttons being pressed. And papers and folders being shuffled. Talon: "Chris Bond returns next week. We've gotta play that shit up. Have the web guys put that on the website." James: "Hey quick question... who runs this place again? Oh yeah... me. Never mind then." And then silence again. The scene quickly fades to the ring. Posted Image EVERYTHING An expanse of parking lot comes into view behind the Credit Union Centre in Saskatoon as Hostile Violence continues to buzz over the airwaves. The camera is a rough cut, an obviously amateur camera job which makes the whole scene appear to look more like a poorly lit snuff film than a segment to a professional wrestling show. The camera falls out of focus as a long, black car pulls into the shot, rolling to a stop near the staff entrance to the arena, but quickly it regains its focus as the lens is zoomed out to accommodate. A person steps out from the driver's side of the vehicle, an aging man with kind eyes and the cheesiest of limousine driver's hats. He leans lazily against the front fender of the long black car, a sign in his hands bearing only the name “Paige Johnson”. The camera shakes for a moment, as the breath of the cameraman can be heard accelerating from behind the poorly aimed microphone. At the car, the driver is approaches by several members of the arena's security team, who validate his presence at the show, before one of them mumbles something garbled into his radio. A moment later, the Commissioner of Hostility herself, Ms. Paige Johnson, glides out of the arena with her usual feminine, take-no-prisoners attitude. She nods to the security team, who walk away silently, before the driver opens her door and ushers her into the vehicle. At this, the cameraman begins to rush forward, his breath escalating even faster as he runs towards the driver of the limousine. He never stands a chance, as the camera shakes violently, pointing towards the sky. The next sound the microphone picks up is the sickening thud of camcorder meeting skull, as the camera drops to the concrete, falling sideways. Milliseconds later, the driver's head comes into view, an open wound bleeding out from the side of his hairline. The camera sputters for a moment, as the car's engine roars to life, and as the back wheel leaves the view of the lens, the camera cuts to a broken static. Posted Image The Opening "Fucking Hostile" begins to play as Hostile Violence hits the airwaves. A video package shows off the roster with clips of each member of Hostility. When the video ends, the music fades slightly as the cameras pan down to the ring where Tanner Graves, Mad Max, and Preston Waltman are all standing in the middle of the squared circle. They greet the fans and go over tonight's lineup. And by “they”, we of course mean Tanner and Preston… because Mad Max is a giant prick. Tanner: “Welcome one and all to another exciting edition of HOSTILE VIOLENCE!” Preston: “Oh yeah, and what a show we have tonight! Locked and fully loaded baby!” Tanner: “And with that lovely sentiment let’s just let the cat out of the bag. Earlier this evening it was revealed that next week, live on TNT… CHRIS BOND RETURNS!” Preston: “Oh yeah, I’m waiting to see the hell that will be unleashed when B0Z reunites!” Tanner: “B0Z? What the hell is that Waltman?” Preston: “You know, like Bennifer or Brangelina. Bond-Ozric. B0Z. I’m genius.” Mad Max: “Would you two idiots shut up? Have you forgotten about the OTHER thing?” Tanner quickly looks down at his notes. He scratches his head. Tanner: “And what would that be Maximus?” Tanner and Preston both stare at him, waiting to see what the former Co-Owner of Hostility has to say. Mad Max: “Paige Johnson. What the hell was that? I don’t think she did that shit to herself.” Both of them look at each other and with a collective “Oooooh… Right” type of gander refocus themselves. Tanner: “Right, right, right. That was some weird shit. Now, let’s get on to the rundown.” Mad Max: “Yeah, here’s how it goes. Crap match, followed by another crappy match. Then we have a beating to the ninth-degree, which is then followed by, you guessed it, another crap match. Oh, and for the main event? Want to take a guess?” Tanner: “A collective showcase of the awesome talent being featured by HOSTILITY, live each and every week on TNT?” Preston: “Cody Williams’ triumphant escalation to the top?” The first ever Legacy Champion just shakes his head. Mad Max: “That’d be a definitive no. The main event is nothing more than a crap match wrapped in a pretty bow.” Preston: “And with that, let’s get the twenty-seventh…” Tanner: “Twenty-eighth.” Preston: “…Twenty-eighth edition of Hostile Violence started!” Preston and Tanner just shake their heads as they exit the ring toward their booth. Mad Max just screams before taking his place among the idiots. Let the Violence begin! Posted Image We're Ready for You A cameraman made his way quietly down the hallway of locker rooms. He came to one with the name Hooligan on a black and red tag. As he peeked the door open he found Hooligan throwing darts on a board which appeared to have Xander Daniel's picture on it. He was already suited up for his match that was about to start in less than a half hour. "So, Xander's supposedly planning to make use of me having a rookie opponent so he can jump in the ring and highjack the match?" Cara was sitting off to the side of him on a couch that was in the dressing room. She was wearing a professional attire with a knee high skirt. "According to an employee at Hostility, they over heard Xander Daniels and Pat Fullam discussing something. I doubt he stuck around long enough to get all the details, but from the sounds of it, he's probably attempting to jump in the ring and make it a Hooligan vs. Xander match. Of course, I'm sure that's what he wants. It's as if the guy can't get enough of you." Hooligan chuckled at the last comment, "Well, if he tries anything, then maybe I'll just have to give him some more of me later on tonight." Cara gave him an odd look, "I was joking, I didn't think you would take it as far as wanting to take the guy out for the night." Hooligan returned the odd look from behind his mask, "Sorry, I wasn't exactly speaking in terms of being friendly in anyway. But yes, I'm ready for him tonight. Xander can just bring it on. I'll be expecting the third opponent this time." Off in the corner, the door squeaked. Before the cameraman knew it, Hooligan whipped a dart at him as it landed in the door and burried itself half way through the door with the needle showing through the other side. Hooligan smiled from behind the door, "If I were you, I would leave. Next time, I won't miss." Just then, the camera cut out as the door was slammed shut and the cameraman booking it down the hall with the camera still up on his shoulder. Posted Image Hooligan vs Ronnie McNeil The crowd pops, some cheers, mostly booing, as "King of My World" by Saliva begins to play. As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side I'll never see any side of heaven I walk for miles to a place in hell It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be Because I myself know all too well He makes his slow walk to the ring, ignoring the booing fans that line the aisle. I'll open your eyes and make you see Ronnie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner. I'm the king of my world (king of my world) I'll break down the walls around you now I'm the king of my world (king of my world) I'll break down the walls around you (the walls of Jericho) The walls of Jericho.... He takes the hood from off his head, then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting for Hooligan to make his appearance. The lights go out in the stadium as 'Staring At The Rude Bois' by the Gallows starts to play. Red flares shoot off in front of the entrance as Hooligan steps out wearing his trademark wrestling mask designed to look like a hockey mask, a black Red Wings leather jacket, and a pair of red and black wrestling pants and boots. He smacks a few random hands in the crowd and yells off into them to stir them up as he makes his way to the ring. Hooligan then leaps in and rolls under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. He goes to the center of he ring and throws his hands to the air and does a full circle and then lets his hands down and goes to his corner. We hear the "Ding Ding" of the bell as the ref signals for the match to begin! All of a sudden however the lights go out and "Orange Sunshine" begins to play over the sound system! Flames shoot up from the stage as Xander Daniels appears at the top of the ramp, mic in hand, and begins to make his way down to the ring! No one knows what to make of this development as Xander climbs up into the ring! He starts to unbutton his dress shirt to reveal, a white and black referee shirt! The ref looks from Hooligan, to Ronnie, and then to Xander trying to figure out what is going on. Xander however raises the mic to his lips and proceeds to get in between the two fighters. "You're dismissed lackey!" He pushes the ref rudely away and taking the hint, the ref makes his way backstage. Xander smiles as he says, "Ladies and gentlemen!" He looks at Hooligan, and with a sneer on his face he adds, "And Hooligan." He pauses as if collecting his thoughts and then continues, Hooligan barely able to contain his rage at what is going on and Ronnie trying to figure out what is going on period. Xander's cool voice again fills the arena, "I'd like to introduce you to the special guest referee for this match! The Number One Contender for Hooligan's Aversion title....ME." A cruel smile appears on Xander's face as he tosses the mic to the outside. However not one to back down, Hooligan signals that he would like to address this current situation and is handed a mic. His voice shaking, trying to contain his rage Hooligan looks at Xander and says, "Excuse me? You can't just name yourself as the special referee for a match. You've gotta go through channels, it's gotta be okayed by management!" Xander nods and asks for another mic. He's given one and says, "It has been. I have Paige Johnson's authority to go ahead and officiate this match." Hooligan is beside himself at this point. He's just about to attack Xander when "The Phoenix" reminds him that the bell has rung and any intentional harming of the ref will be cause for immediate disqualification. Hooligan is barely able to restrain himself, and raises his mic to his lips again, a smile playing across his lips. "You forgot one person though. The owner of Hostility has a say in those things. I highly doubt that James Milenko would ok such a thing. I bet he's going to come out here right no..." As if on cue, "Heatwave" by Buck 65 hits the sound system. Xander's eyes grow to the size as dinner plates as Hooligan laughs at him. However instead of appearing at the top of the ramp, the face of James Milenko appears on the Titan Tron. He has a serious expression on his face as he begins to talk, "I have more pressing issues on my plate right now than to babysit after you two! Now Hooligan, since the match has already been booked and the bell has rung, there isn't anything that I can do. However, mark my words, Xander, I'll be dealing with you, soon." With that the Tron goes blank and Xander and Hooligan both drop their mics and stare each other down. However Hooligan seems to have forgotten the other man in this match as Ronnie McNeil quickly takes advantage of the diversion and hits a hard clothesline on Hooligan! Hooligan goes down hard and Ronnie tries for the early pin! 1, 2, 3...NO! Hooligan is barely able to get his shoulder up after a fast count from the "ref" Xander Daniels! Ronnie wastes little time though and starts going for multiple kicks on Hooligan's midsection! Ronnie sets Hooligan up for the figure four death lock. However Hooligan is able to reverse it and kick Ronnie away! Hooligan quickly stands up and gives Xander a deadly look. He shakes his head free of cobwebs and makes his way over to Ronnie. Grabbing a handful of Ronnie's fro, Hooligan lets lose with a bunch of punches to Ronnie's gut! Xander quickly gets over there though and starts with the five count. Hooligan let's go of Ronnie and asks Xander what was wrong. Xander admonishes Hooligan for holding onto Ronnie's hair. Hooligan shrugs and picks Ronnie up. Setting his opponent up in the corner, Hooligan let's loose with another flurry of punches to Ronnie's midsection and head! Xander quickly goes over and gets between the two fighters though. Frustration sets in and Hooligan once again questions why he was separated from Ronnie. Xander again yells at Hooligan, this time for using closed fists. Hooligan rolls his eyes and turns his attentions back to Ronnie, who has recovered enough from the punches to reverse a running splash by Hooligan! Hooligan looks like he's in pain and Ronnie runs for the ropes, rebounds and hits an evenflow DDT! Hooligan goes down hard and Ronnie once again goes for the pin! 1 2 3....NOOOO! Hooligan again kicks out just before Xander's fast count ends the match! Ronnie McNeil quickly drops Hooligan with a gutwrench suplex. Hooligan grasps his back in pain. Smelling blood in the water, Ronnie quickly goes for the "Broken Dreams," his version of a half nelson choke hold and body scissors! However Hooligan is close enough to the ropes and is able to grab a hold of the bottom rope! The "ref" however is busy with the time keeper, checking on how long the match has been going on so far. The fans boo and Xander turns around to see Hooligan gripping the ropes for dear life as Ronnie continues to squeeze the life from out of him! Trying to hide a smile and feigning a look of surprise, Xander walks over to the pair on the mat. He asks Hooligan if he'd like to quit, but Hooligan just looks up at him furiously, barely able to choke out, "Count!" Xander makes sure that Ronnie isn't chocking Hooligan and proceeds to throw up a slow one count. Ronnie keeps the hold and Xander again makes sure that Ronnie isn't chocking Hooligan. The ref throws up a two count telling Ronnie that he has till 5 to release the hold. Ronnie nods his understanding and Xander takes his time to raise a three count. Ronnie releases the hold and Hooligan begins coughing and gagging, trying to breath and get back in this match. Ronnie however takes the time to give Hooligan a couple boots to the back. Hooligan let's go of the ropes and tries to pull himself up, only to be Irish whipped by Ronnie! Hooligan however is able to reverse it and sends Ronnie into the opposite ropes! Ronnie comes shooting back and Hooligan hits the "Hit The Post," over the top rope! Ronnie crashes to the ground and Hooligan collapses in the ring. Xander looks from Ronnie to Hooligan in a state of mild panic. Not knowing what else to do he slowly makes the ring out count for Ronnie as Hooligan slowly begins to gather his strength back. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Hooligan is pulls himself up by the opposite ring ropes and encourages Xander to continue counting. Xander shrugs and counts... 6... 7... Finally giving up, Xander goes to the outside of the ring and pushes Ronnie back in! Ronnie rolls inside and uses the ropes to pull himself up as Hooligan glares at Xander as he rolls back in. Xander smiles over to Hooligan and again points to his ref shirt, the message being clear, don't mess with the ref. Hooligan tries to turn his attentions back to Ronnie who has since recovered from his spill to the outside. Hooligan and Ronnie stare each other down and both think the same thing at the same time, as they run at each other and clothesline the each other! Xander laughs and Hooligan rolls over and groans, Ronnie lying on his back. Xander begins to make the count, 1... 2... 3... 4... Hooligan is the first to make it to his feet but Ronnie isn't far behind. The two begin to trade blows, Xander occasionally yelling at Hooligan for using a "closed fist." Finally Hooligan begins to get the upper hand and hits Ronnie with a suplex! He looks at Xander, who gets right up in his face, saying that one more closed fist and Hooligan will be Disqualified! Hooligan looks like he's about to explode but turns his frustrations on Ronnie. Hooligan sets up Ronnie for "The Hat Trick" but is foiled when Ronnie rolls out of the Back Drop and hits Hooligan with a DDT instead! Hooligan goes down hard and Ronnie picks him back up. Just as Ronnie pulls Hooligan all the way up, Hooligan hits The Hat Trick from out of no where! Hooligan quickly goes for the pin but Xander is again talking to the time keeper, who keeps pointing to Hooligan pinning Ronnie! The crowd roars "ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!" and Xander finally turns. He slides over and checks to make sure Ronnie's shoulders are both on the ground. They are and he begins to make a slow count, One... Hooligan looks as Xander again makes sure Ronnie's shoulders are both touching the mat. Finally fed up though Hooligan breaks his own pinfall attempt and gets up in Xander's face! The two superstars stare each other down when Xander throws Hooligan at the ropes! Xander goes for a back drop but Hooligan sees it coming and reverses it into a swinging neckbreaker! Xander goes down hard and rolls out of the ring, but now who will make the pin fall? Ronnie is beginning to recover and begins to stand up! Hooligan sees this and quickly gives Ronnie another Hat Trick! He goes for the pin as the original ref who was supposed to be officiating the match up slides into the ring to make the count! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!! Hooligan has done it!!! Against all odds Hooligan pulls out the win against the talented new comer, Ronnie McNeil! He raises his arms in victory but is quickly attacked from behind by the now recovered Xander Daniels! Xander sets Hooligan up for an inverted DDT but instead of just slamming his head down, lifts Hooligan up the best he can and uses that momentum to crash Hooligan's head into the canvas! Xander quickly signals for a mic as he stands over the fallen Hooligan. He sneers and says, "It's my new move that your 'friend' Pat taught me. It's called 'Fire and Ice' and you can be damn sure that I'm going to use it to win that title from you!" Xander throws the mic down on top of Hooligan and makes his way out of the ring. Pausing as if having second thoughts, Xander makes his way over to the time keeper table. He grabs Hooligan's Aversion Title and rolls back into the ring with it. Standing over Hooligan once again he holds the title high above his head as the crowd boos, sending an obvious signal to Hooligan. He lowers the belt and looks into the face plate longily before kissing it lightly and sets it gently at Hooligan's head before making his way up the ramp. WINNER: HOOLIGAN via pinfall Posted Image Commercial Incident Hugo Sterling’s locker room. Hugo and his wife Jules are staring at a box that had just been delivered. Jules Sterling: “Hugo . . . it just showed up. Are you excited … you’re very own t-shirt?” Hugo sizes up the box, checking out the packing label. Hugo Sterling: “I’m just surprised they showed up so quick.” Jules Sterling: “Well are you going to open it?” Hugo’s eyes narrow as he picks out something on the box. Hugo Sterling: “Did you open this already to sneak a peek Jules?” Jules peers over his shoulders looking at the torn corner. Jules Sterling: “Not me . . . could have been damaged in shipping.” Impatiently Jules reaches over Hugo’s shoulder ripping the box open. She pulls out a red and white shirt and holds it up unfolding it in front of her face. Jules Sterling: “Ummmm.” Hugo pulls the shirt away from her face. Hugo Sterling: “What . . .” Jules holds the shirt up. Jules Sterling: “I don’t think it’s right.” Hugo pulled a red and white muscle shirt out of the box holding it in front of his face. Hugo Sterling” Of course it’s rig . . .” Hugo lets the shirt drop as his mood turns from one of excitement to disappointment. The front of the shirt with the Maple Leaf and his name was just fine . . . perfect, but the back had the strong and free x’ed out with several large what appeared to be bleach stains. Hugo Sterling: “What the . . .” Hugo grabbed up a shirt and headed towards the door. Jules Sterling: “Where are you going?” Hugo Sterling: “I’ve gotta get down to merchandising and the concession stand . . . they can’t sell these. Who the hell would do this?” As Hugo exits the locker room heading down the hall a shadowy figure steps out of the shadows and strokes his beard. Tripp Whipwreck stands there nodding his head as Hugo makes his way away from the scene. Posted Image We Meet Again The scene opens up to the backstage area where we can here the hustle and bustle of Hostility personnel running back and forth rampantly; trying to keep the well oiled machine, that is, Hostile Violence running smoothly. A voice is heard in the background, "Hey! Hey you!" The sounds of loafer soles colliding with the concrete can be heard as they begin to get closer, and closer. A stage manager comes into the picture, adjusting his headset, all the while holding onto his clipboard tightly. "What can I do for you sir?" he says. "Where is my coffee?" the voice from earlier demands. The camera pans over to the left slightly, slowly revealing the bearer of demands. Standing there in a Versace business suit is none other than "The Reflection of Perfection" himself, Cody Williams. He smirks at the stage hand, and casually places his hand on his shoulder, patting him on the back. "Look junior.. I asked you for a coffee over an hour ago? Where is it?" Cody asks. "I told you, it's in catering. You have to get it yourself" the stage manager, slightly frightened and slight annoyed, manages to blurt out. "Useless, just useless!!!" Cody declares, "What does a guy have to do to get a cup of joe around here? Jesus.." Cody storms off stage right and advances several steps before suddenly coming to a halt. "Well, well, well.. Look who we have here." Cody begins to circle around the person in front of him, who is revealed to be Nathan Paradine, his former archnemesis, who recently unmasked himself and made his return recently. Cody and Paradine begin to stare each other down, examining one another. "Welcome back.." Cody says, extending his hand out to Paradine in a gesture of respect. Nathan Paradine extends his arm and meets Cody halfway, clenching hands and shaking, "It's been a long time coming mate!" "I never got to say this before, but its never too late. The two of us have been to hell and back, and I want you to know that out of all of those bafoons in the back it is you that I truly, genuinely, respect." "Like wise," Paradine said. Cody pulls Paradine in close and gives him a hard stare, "And i'll say it now. WHEN I become World champion, you are the first person getting a shot at my belt." "Ha, and same to you!" Posted Image Nathan Paradine vs “The Vyper” Darren Gamble "Uncle Tom's Cabin" by Warrant hits the loud speakers. Seconds later Darren makes his way out to the ring, with a real snake around his right hand. He makes his way slowly to the ring talking to this serpent. Gamble gives the snake to the ring side announcer as he then slides into the ring. Darren smirks as he waits quietly for his opponent. "Back In Black" by AC/DC hits the PAs, the crowd giving the rock n' roll classic a hail of boos, as they know that the music can only be heralding the arrival of one man... Nathan Paradine. The self-proclaimed "Australian Submission Machine" walks out onto the ramp, his sunglasses reflecting thousands of camera flashes as he glances from side to side. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, giving Gamble a casual smirk as he holds his right arm up in the air for a moment. He lowers his arm and removes his leather coat, handing to an official on the outside before walking to the middle of the ring to await the start of the match. Ding! Ding! Ding! Both men stare each other down, a slow smile filling Paradine's face. He points at himself and mouths the words "Hit Me" to Gamble, who merely shoves him back a step or two. Paradine gets back in his face and orders Gamble to punch him in the face and this time his wish comes true, as Gamble unleashes a blow that staggers to two-time Hostility Aversion Champion. Paradine gingerly touches his lip, tasting blood in his mouth. He looks back up at Gamble and smiles, before unleashing several months of pent-up fury. Paradine's recent MMA training serves him well, as he quickly delivers three left hooks to Gamble, forcing him towards the ropes. Gamble grabs hold of the tope rope, struggling to stay upright, as Paradine reigns down vicious blow after vicious blow on the hardcore expert. The referee intervenes, ordering Paradine to back away and he obliges, even cockily giving the referee a slight bow as he takes walks backwards. He leans against the opposite rope, waiting for Gamble to turn around and face him. As soon as the groggy Gamble is in line he charges, jumping and lifting his leg, hitting an impressive big boot! Gamble is down, and Paradine attempts a pin! ONE! TWO! THR- KICKOUT! Gamble displays his toughness by kicking out of the pinfall attempt, after a kick that would knock most men out. He slowly climbs to his feet, shaking his head, while Paradine snarls in frustration. Paradine roars at the referee to get away when he ducks in to see if he is alright, climbing up onto one knee. He attempts to seize Gamble, however he eats an elbow for his troubles. Paradine staggers back and Gamble dishes out two more punches, before whipping him into the corner. Gamble runs forward and splash Paradine in the corner, eliciting a loud grunt of pain from the former masked man. He pulls Paradine out of the corner and powerslams him onto the back. Paradine rolls around, clutching his back in pain. Once again he pulls Paradine to his feet and drags him over to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle once, twice but on the third time Paradine braces his shoulders, grabbing the turnbuckle with both hands. He swings an elbow back and knocks Gamble off-balance, before turning and suplexing him to the ground. He lays in the kicks, grunting every time a kick connects. Gamble attempts to crawl away into the corner, however Paradine follows, seizing him by his hair and pulling him to his feet. This plan backfires however, as Gamble turns around he kicks Paradine in the gut and delivers a double arm DDT, before attempting a pinfall. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Paradine manages to get the shoulder up. Gamble sits up, looking around wide eyed. Both men climb to their feet and lock up, with Paradine executing a go-behind and German suplexing Gamble once, twice, three times! He finally releases Gamble's waist, climbing to his feet with a grin on his face. A mix of cheers and boos can be heard ad he leans against the ropes, waiting for Gamble to climb to his feet again. And soon as Gamble is up on one knee, Paradine charges at the ropes and jumping from the mat, landing on the second rope and taking Gamble down with a springboard lariat! Both men are down on the ground, Paradine moving slowly towards Gamble. He manages to drape an arm over Gamble's chest, and the referee counts the pinfall. ONE! TW- KICKOUT! Paradine roars in frustration again, running a hand over his shaven head. He reaches over and grabs Gamble's arm, pulling it back and applying a painful-looking armlock.He furiously wrenches Gamble's arm back, letting out an inhuman growl as he does so. Gamble howls in pain and violently struggles, twisting and spasming in an attempt to escape. The referee swoops in and asks Gamble is he wants to submit. Gamble shakes his head and struggles again, this time managing to get his foot up onto the bottom rope. The referee orders Paradine to release the hold and the "Melbourne Mauler" obliges, releasing Gamble's arm and climbing to his feet, stepping back and allowing Gamble to get up. As soon as Gamble is upright Paradine steps forward again and grabs him, whipping him into the corner. Paradine lifts him up onto the second rope and delivers a spinning headlock elbow drop which rattles the ring. He drags Gamble back into the middle of the ring and administers the armbar again, Gamble screaming in pain. He threatens to break Gamble's arm, bending it ever more. Gamble struggles again, however Paradine releases the arm before he can tap. Gamble rolls onto his side, clutching his damaged arm. Paradine slowly crawls towards him... before striking out and administering his new finishing manouvre, the Mark of Judas! Gamble slaps Paradine's leg, tapping out. The referee calls for the bell, however Paradine refuses to release the hold, waiting until Gamble has gone limp. He climbs to his feet as "Back in Black" resumes playing, the crowd giving him a mixture of cheers and boos. He drops and rolls out of the ring, sliding his sunglasses back onto his face as he walks up the ramp, before disappearing backstage. WINNER: NATHAN PARADINE via submission Posted Image BEGINS Almost no light is visible in the poorly lit boiler room as the small blonde woman opens her eyes, shaking her head groggily back into consciousness. With a grunt, she struggles to get to her feet, but beyond the range of the cheap, poor quality camera the shaking of chain can be heard. A whimper escapes from the usually strong, powerful Paige Johnson as she tugs at the restraint holding her to the stone wall of the cramped looking basement area. “I apologize for the accommodations, Ms. Johnson.” a voice practically whispers from somewhere in the shadows. The camera remains stationary, keeping him out of view. “And for the unusual circumstances surrounding our first meeting. I assure you, this is nothing personal.” She tugs angrily at the chains again, further struggling against her captivity, but to no avail. “Who the FUCK ARE YOU?” She screams at him, no sense of composure in her voice. “What the fuck do you want with me?” A small chuckle escapes from near the other end of the room. In the distance, the smallest hint of an ember, probably from the end of a cigarette, glows brightly for a moment. “With you, Ms. Johnson?” He rasps, blowing out a cool stream of smoke before dropping the cigarette and stomping it out cleanly. “I thought perhaps you might be able to tell ME that. Why on earth would a man seeking justice come after someone like you?” She steps back, letting her back collapse against the wall as she drops down into a seated position, almost against her own will. For a moment, the man almost steps into the light, stopping to secure a mask over his face against the silhouette. As he glides forward, the porcelain colored visage of a Guy Fawkes mask smiles back at her once he takes his place under the singular light bulb in the room. His suit is charcoal black, a stunning gold tie setting off the outfit. “So it's you.” Johnson mumbles, closing her eyes tightly. “Look, I don't have a lot of power anymore, but I can get you whatever it is you're looking for... I can talk to James... I...” “You can shut your whore mouth, that's what you can do.” he snaps suddenly, losing his cool for just a moment. He quickly regains his charming swagger. “You know it's not that simple. You know I can't just let you walk out of here. After all the expense I've gone to? I ruined a perfectly good camera on your limo driver. I assure you I will NOT be getting my deposit back. And procuring enough chloroform, in gas form of all things, to fill the back of a limousine on short notice does NOT come cheap. And let's be honest, getting a hold of an unused boiler room in even an abandoned building within three days of arriving in Canada, while getting people to NOT ask questions, is no easy task.” “What do you want?” She stammers, real fear in her voice this time. “Are you going to kill me?” “Kill you?” Even through the mask, the disgust on his face is evident. “Are you serious, Ms. Johnson? You really must be joking. If I wanted you dead, I'd have simply left you in the limousine to suffocate. Or blown it up. Or told the rest of the Moretti family where you'd run off to. You have made yourself a whole lot enemies over the years, Ms. Commissioner... if I wanted you dead, really, all I had to do was wait.” He shakes his head, letting a sigh escape through the hard plastic mask as he adjust his tie. “No, you'll come to find that I might perhaps be the best friend you have in the world right now, Paige. I'm not here to kill you, or rape you, or any such barbaric crime against humanity. See, that would make me no better than you. You are here to be judged, Paige Johnson. You are here to pay for your crimes against your friends, against your family, against your employees... and most of all, my pretty young friend, you're here to pay for crimes against yourself. You have been tried in my personal court, and you have been found guilty. NoW, we will begin the sentencing...” He takes a step forward towards her, as she cowers backwards in fear. For a moment, he hesitates, turning towards the camera, before reaching toward it and flipping the power switch, sending the camera to static. |
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Posted Image Gentle Gentleman FROM PRISON 'These cookies fuckin' suck' an annoyed Tiago erupts after hiking his food tray across the wall. The plastic shattered as pieces echoed through the tiny compartment. 'What da fuck was dat!' A patrolman barks as he runs from the hall way to the cell door. 'What da fuck mister celebrity, you think you can fucking do whatcha want in this here prison boy! This ain't the free world no mo' homie you in here for good.' A dishearten smile appears as he bangs his fist against the table Tiago was accompanying. 'You think I care if you eat? You could choke on your roommates dick for all I care mothafucka.' Tiago smirks as the remark enters his brain. A sly laugh faintly leaves his body as he picks up a stray cookie from the ground. Holding it with both hands as his hand cuffs scratch against the corner of the coffee table, he finishes it with one bite. Before taking one last gulp, Tiago spits the dirty cookie across the face of the asshole. 'Mothafucka you lucky the warden knows your little fucking friend or else i'd let Bubba shove a baker's dozen up your skinny ass.' :: KNOCK KNOCK:: Tiago's lawyer, appointed by James Milenko, enters the room as the officer reaches the point of explosion. 'What the hell is going on here!' The guard halted his aggression as now Milenko's right hand man, Ronnie Dawkins, was now in the picture. 'You best back off if you like your drive you degenerate bastard.' The guard stopped entirely, taking one last look at Tiago before furiously leaving. 'Prick.' Tiago mumbled before the guard exited. 'What's the news, what we doin' now holmes.' Tiago calmly asked. 'Well, basically your pretty screwed. At this point we could have Johnny Cochran in here with us and you wouldn't be getting out of here. Did you really have to do this Donny. It's too late to save you now, you buried yourself. Now it's up to me and Milenko to get you as little punishment as possible.' 'Nothin' like putting it gently, ay?' ‘Being gentle isn’t in your vocab anymore buddy. It’s time to buckle down and get this shit straight if we have a chance at this.’ Ronnie lays his briefcase down and gracefully unbuckles the clamps. As they sit down, the future for Tiago seems to shrink. Secretly he begins to pray for a miracle to save him as the scene fades. Posted Image Nicholas “Ozric” Brocken vs “A-Lister” Aaron Starr “Almost Easy” blares over the PA system, followed by a spectrum of strobe lights and black smoke. After the smoke clears, Aaron Starr appears on the ramp with his Hollywood smile on his face. He struts to the ring slowly, slapping the hands of fans that extend their hand out for a shake. He steps in the ring, and poses in the middle before stepping on a turnbuckle, swinging his arms out, and putting his Hollywood smile back on his face. The lights dim down to nothing but a scattered army of spotlights scanning around the arena as a multitude of distorted guitars from Scar Symmetry’s ‘Morphogenesis’ pan from the left barrier of speakers to the right. The video screen towering above everything displays the words ‘SEIZE THE DAY’ that slowly fade in and then fade out. Followed by them are three bold letters in destructive lettering: ‘DEAR DEAD SPARROW’. The music slams its fist down onto the stage and is shadowed by a shattering grandstand of flourescent red explosions and fireworks that sound like the entire infrastructure is going through a series of demolitions. In the middle of the pyromaniac’s delight, Nicholas Brocken, the man formerly known as Ozric Mortimer, walks into the hazy screen of smoke and stands there. He bows his head and stares down at the stage for a couple of seconds before looking back up towards the ring. The Hostile-Tron then shuts down for a quick second and then a black and white smiley face appears in the middle, which seems to urge Nicholas to begin his swift march down the ramp. Never turning his head in either direction to acknowledge the jeers and scattered cheers from the fans, he presses along forward while the music continues to rage on. He reaches the ring and slides under the ropes. He gets to his feet and awaits the bell. The referee signals for the start of the match, and the two competitors begin circling the ring. The former Legacy Champion looks a little hesitant to step forward, as the much larger Nicholas Brocken. Finally, Brocken steps in and attempts to lock up with Starr, but the ‘A-Lister’ ducks out of the way, and delivers a stiff toe kick to the big man’s leg. Nichloas stumbles along, but regains his composure as he turns around. He tries, once again, to lock up, but again, Starr dodges the grapple, and boots Brocken in the leg. Brocken stumbles towards the ropes, trying to shake the kinks out of his leg. Starr stays right on top of things, and continues to deliver vicious kicks to the leg, keeping his opponent off balance. He finally gets Nicholas down to a knee, and then begins wailing away with hard right hands across the chin. Nicholas uses his strength to try and push Starr away, but Starr keeps coming back to dole out more punishment. He slams his fist smack-dab in the middle of Brocken’s face, and then bounces off the ropes, connecting with a boot to the face. Brocken falls from his knee to the mat, nursing his surely fattened lip. As he does so, Starr stomps away at his mid section, and then bounces off the ropes once more, this time connecting with a senton splash. He quickly scoots back to Brocken’s side, and make the cover. ONE! Brocken kicks out easily after the one count, leaving Starr frustrated. He slams his fists down on the canvas, and jumps to his feet. He wanders around the ring, scratching his chin as he thinks about his next move. Meanwhile, Nicholas is getting back to his feet, albeit, slowly. As he turns to face Starr, the ‘A-Lister’ already has a head of steam, and is charging right at him. Brocken simply steps to the side, allowing Starr to fly through the ropes. However, as he does, Brocken reaches out, grabbing Starr by the hair. His body falls to the floor at ringside, leaving a large chunk of hair in Brocken’s hand. Starr rolls around of the floor, patting the sensitive area on his scalp that is now bald. The crowd groans, feeling Starr’s pain. Brocken leans over the ropes, dropping the hair bit by bit, making sure it lands on the floor directly in front of Starr. Aaron stares down as his hair piles up in front of him, and lets out a roar. He slides back into the ring, but Brocken is ready for him. He stomps down on Starr’s back, refusing to let him stand. A kick to the ribs forces Starr over onto his back, leaving him open for a crushing elbow drop to the sternum. Nicholas bounces back to his feet, a sick and twisted smile forming on his lips. He slowly moves to the ropes, bouncing off them, and then drops another elbow to the sternum. Starr begins flopping and rolling around the canvas, holding his chest. Brocken relishes in Starr’s pain, and it shows with the growing smile on his face. Licking his lips, Brocken drags Starr to his feet by the hair, and then unloads a right hand that sends Starr staggering to the corner. Brocken then rushes in with a big splash, dropping Starr to a seated position. Brocken then begins to choke Starr with a boot to the throat, but the referee is quick to step in and break things up. Brocken backs off, but quickly rushes back in, delivering a knee to the face. Starr slumps over on his side, totally out of it. With his opponent out like a light, Nicholas pulls the dead weight to his feet, leaving the ‘A-Lister’ in a stupor. Brocken then takes off running, and trying for a devastating Terminus Iminicus headbutt. However, much to the surprise of everyone in the arena, Starr leapfrogs over Brocken, barely able to stay on his feet after the landing. Brocken’s head bounces violently off the top turnbuckle, stunning the big man. Starr, on pure instinct, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Brocken to face him. When he does, Starr leaps off, going for a double axe-handle smash, but just as Starr had stunned the crowd a moment ago, Nicholas does it again by grabbing Starr in midair, and slamming him down to the canvas with the “When Suicide and Harmony Pray” powerbomb. Starr’s head bounces off the mat, relieving him of what little sense he had left. Nicholas simply covers Starr, and hooks the leg. The referee drops to his knees, and makes the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! The referee calls for the bell, thus ending another dominant performance by Nicholas Brocken. The former ‘Clown’ slowly rises to his feet, and stares out into the sea of booing Hostility fans. Without a word, or any other action, Nicholas falls to his back and rolls from the ring. He slowly backs his way up the ramp, raising his arms in victory. WINNER: NICHOLAS BROCKEN via PINFALL Posted Image Inferno "Orange Sunshine" by Tree hits the sound system as Xander Daniels makes his way down to the ring in his typical pair of khakis and t-shirt and making his way to the ring to a chorus of boos from the fans. Nonplussed and acting like a man on a mission, he fixes his sights on the ring and waits at the base of a ramp for a mic. He is handed one and he climbs up into the ring, waiting for the crowd to silence. As they begin to quiet down he begins, "I bet you all enjoyed last week didn't you?" he sneers into the mic, looking down at the ring and beginning to pace back and forth as he runs a hand through his hair. The crowd erupts and Xander nods as if this confirmed a fact he had been thinking about for a while now. The fans of Hostility slowly quiet down and Xander continues, "Well I for one did not. I had Talon up for a move that would have definitely won me that match, cementing me as a force to be reckoned with. Instead Hooligan and his FUCKING hockey stick had to get involved." The crowd erupts once again and Xander actually laughs. The crowd quiets down trying to figure out what Xander is playing at. "That's right puppets! Dance for your heroes of Hostility! Talon, the WORLD CHAMPION punching a ref last week! Hooligan who feels that in order to protect his belt, he has to hit me with a HOCKEY STICK!" Xander smiles again and the crowd has no clue what to make of this. Some boo and some actually begin to cheer him. Xander begins to laugh again, finally looking up at all the fans in the crowd and all the cameras peppering him with flashes, the video cameras zooming in on him sensing a something major coming, like a shark senses that it's prey is weak enough to attack. Slowly Xander continues. "I promised everyone here a HUGE announcement in regards to South Of Heaven and my match. As number one contender and as someone who feels that he needs to, no, that he HAS to right a wrong, I have decided to make my match against Hooligan at South Of Heaven a..." Xander pauses as if for effect a smile playing across his lips, "An inferno match!" The crowd erupts and it's hard to tell which can be heard more, boos or cheers? Xander drops the mic and makes his way out of the ring and heads up the entrance ramp to the back. Posted Image “The Hero” Talon & “The Preacher” Billy Jacobs vs Steven Steele and Tripp Whipwreck Arena goes black as "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer blasts over the PA, red lights dance across the stage to the errie opening riff. And just as the song kicks in a huge set of pyro goes off as Tripp steps out from behind the curtain to an huge mix of boos and cheers, he walks methodically down to the ring with a huge metal chain drapped across his neck. He starts to wrap the chain around his fist as he slides under the bottom rope and slowly walks over to his corner as the lights come up. "Locked and Loaded" by Jacky/ACDC rip onto the loundspeakers. The fans rise to their feet, as the boos begin to rise. Moments later Steven Steele appears on the ramp way. Steele looks around at the massive crowd, and with a smirk he makes his way down the asile. Steele reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Steele makes his way to one of the far turnbuckles and climbs to the top. He hits his heart a few quick times and kisses the back of his fist and points with a finger up to the sky. Steele looks up and mouths "thank you" as he looks up. Steele climbs down off the turnbuckle and leans against it waiting for his opponent. White lights begin to flicker throughout the arena, as the harmonious opening riff of "Look to Your Orb for the Warning" by Monster Magnet plays over the PA system. The lead singer's voice cuts in, and the crowd comes alive. They give a mixed reaction as 'The Preacher' Billy Jacobs walks out onto the stage. He stands at the top of the ramp, staring out into the audience, but as soon as the first beat of the drums kicks in, he begins his march down the ramp; each step in time with the music. Upon reaching the ring, Jacobs quickly jogs up the ring steps, and hops up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Once again, he surveys the crowd at hand, paying little attention to reaction they are giving him. The Legacy Champion looks up for a moment, as if staring into Heaven itself, and then hops down into the ring. He crouches down in the corner, saying a little prayer as he awaits the arrival of his tag team partner. The lights drop as the fans cry out, knowing exactly what is happening. The sound of flames roaring can be heard all over the ship as camera flashes pepper the black scene. "Through the Fire and the Flames" soon fills the ears of the fans as a lone figure can be seen stepping through the curtain... before flames ten feet high roar on both sides of the figure! The Hostility World Heavyweight Champion, Talon unbuckles the championship belt from his waist, raising it high for the fans. Resting it on his shoulder, the conquering hero walks down the ramp, a grin on his face as he high-fives as many fans as he can, basking in the crowd reaction. He steps into the ring slowly, before finding a corner and climbing it, raising the World Championship belt high, as he takes his place in the center of the ring. Talon turns to nod to his tag team partner, only to be nailed in the back of the head by the number one contender to his World Championship, Steven Steele! Talon stumbles toward the ropes, Steele on the hunt, as the bell rings and we are treated to this preview of what could happen at South of Heaven! Steele smacks Talon in the back of the head, laughing at the advantage he has at the moment as he sizes up Talon for a kick to the back. The champion is aware enough, however, to sidestep out of the way, causing Steele to catch himself on the ropes. Talon takes advantage of the situation, kicking upward into Steele's knee and causing him to cry out in pain. The World Champion then grabs Steele around the head, lifting him into a suplex and sending the other man crashing down! With Steele landing right on his head, the fans cheer as Talon goes for the quick pin. ONE... TWO... No!!! Steele manages to get a shoulder up, the pain showing in his face as Talon shakes his head, kicking Steele lightly before stepping over and tagging in his partner, “The Preacher” Billy Jacobs. The Legacy Champion, no stranger to the other man in the ring, hops right up onto the turnbuckle before splashing down onto Steele and rolling off, raising his fists in the air as he aims an elbow drop at Steele. Steele, however, manages to dodge the elbow, rolling Jacobs up! ONE... TWO... No!!! Jacobs kicks out, and Steele's roll-up attempt has been thwarted! Steele pushes the rising Jacobs over, sliding to the opposite side of the ring and tagging in his partner, the Extreme Champion Tripp Whipwreck! Whipwreck barrels into the ring, shoulder-tackling Jacobs and knocking him flat! Whipwreck roars as he allows Jacobs to rise to his feet, before hitting him with a big boot right to the chest that sends him on his back! Jacobs is down and Whipwreck goes for the pin. ONE... TWO... THR-No!!! Talon catapults himself over the ropes, crashing into Tripp Whipwreck! The referee protests the interference from the champion, but is quickly knocked over by Steven Steele, who rushes into the ring and chop blocks Talon, knocking him over! Steele lifts Talon to his feet, slapping him hard across the face, as Whipwreck rises to his feet. Steele grins as he looks at Whipwreck, only to be shoved by his own tag team partner! Steele stumbles slightly, a look of anger in his eyes, before nailing Tripp Whipwreck with a cutter! Jacobs gets to his feet, up to the turnbuckle, and takes advantage of the opportunity, nailing the Extreme Champion with a frog splash! Steele, meanwhile, turns back to his enemy, the World Champion Talon, only to be nailed in the gut with a boot! Talon flips Steele around, putting him into position for the Wings of Destiny... but Steele wriggles out of it, pushing Talon away, before sliding out of the ring! The World Heavyweight Champion and the number one contender to said championship stare each other down as the Legacy Champion Billy Jacobs has Tripp Whipwreck in a pin attempt! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! In this clash of current and possibly future champions, it's Talon and Billy Jacobs who emerge from the rubble victorious, thanks in no small part to the machinations of Steven Steele, who has left another Hostility employee laying flat in his wake... once again his own tag team partner, but this time it was a champion! As Jacobs celebrates in the ring, Talon reaches for a microphone and continues to stare Steele down. “Steele!” he shouts as he points up the ramp, “We're not doing this contract signing tonight, and you wanna know why?” The fans ask why for Mr. Steele, kind as they are. “I already signed the damn contract!” he continues, leaning against the ropes, “And I believe you signed it too, this morning at the catering table.” Fans laugh as Steele works it through in his mind, trying to figure out when he was in a position to do that. “The main event at South of Heaven... Talon versus Steven Steele... for the Hostility World Heavyweight Championship!” Talon cries out, prompting the fans to cheer, “But that's not all!” What? “In a little caveat added to the contract just last night,” he continues, a grin on his face, “We're doing a little something called... Pick Your Poison.” The fans continue to cheer as the Champion basks in his intellectual move. “That's right Steele... next week, I'm picking your opponent, and the week after you get to pick mine.” Steele shouts a taunt down the ramp at Talon, letting him know that he'll take anything the champion can dish out. “So the main event, of Hostile Violence next week will be Steven Steele...” Steele takes a step up the ramp, waiting for Talon to reveal the jobber that he is going to present to him. “Versus this man!” “Heroes” by Grace Over Diamonds blasts throughout the arena as Steele turns around and sees... The Canadian Hercules himself Hugo Sterling! A smirk on his face, the big Canadian man stares at Steele, who is suddenly caught right in the middle between his opponent in the main event of Hostile Violence next week, and his opponent in the main event of South of Heaven in May! “South of Heaven, Steele... we'll see if you make it there in one piece,” Talon says before dropping the microphone, “Heroes” continuing to play as the World Champion high-fives the victorious Billy Jacobs. Looks like the main event for next week's already been signed... Steele vs Sterling! WINNER: BILLY JACOBS & TALON via pinfall Posted Image AGAIN “I notice you've been quite silent since our departure, Miss Johnson.” The man in the porcelain mask comments, seemingly out of nowhere. The ride had been slow, and boring, as the car rumbled down the winding back roads of the Canadian suburb of hell known as Saskatoon. The fair haired business woman in the back seat barely blinks, as she stares ahead at the road. Her eyes are glazed over, with just a hint of drool dribbling from her chin. “I suppose that's just the anesthetic, though.” He answers his own statement, matter-of-factly. “It should wear off in a matter of a few hours, and you shouldn't feel much discomfort. Well, not yet anyway. You really must understand, I wish you no ill-will, we've only done today what any good judge must to... he must bring about justice, no matter what the cost. I trust that the next time we meet, it will not be under such... unfortunate... circumstances.” Paige Johnson struggles to move her head, finding the task nearly impossible. The voice in her ears sounds so familiar... even through the distortion of the mask and his own tendency to keep himself anonymous, the sing-song quality of his speech leaves his name almost on the tip of her tongue... if only she could feel it. “I'll tell you what, you've had a long night.” He surmises, with amusement. If it wasn't for the mask, it's almost assured that the camera mounted on the dashboard could see him smiling. “Why don't I tell you a joke? You seem like you could use a laugh. Does that sound good to you?” The faintest hint of a grunt emanates from the vocal chords of Miss Johnson, a guttural sort of one syllable sound. “Of course it does.” He nods. “You'll like this one, I'm sure of it. You see, there was this sanctimonious man, listening to flood warnings over his radio on a real stormy night. He was a religious man... he attended church, he believed in God, so he wasn't worried. After all, he'd lived a good life. God would protect him, no matter what.” He clears his throat, straightening his tie with one hand as the other steers over the winding road. “Well the storms came, alright. It started with the rain... and it rained and it rained. The water levels began to rise, and before you know it the rain had flooded the ground floor of his house. Emergency services began evacuating the residents, one by one, and rescuers in a boat knocked at his door and urged him to jump into the boat and to be taken someplace safe. But the man, who still believed, steadfastly refused his help. 'God will save me', he assured them. 'Rescue those whose need is greater than my own.' And so the rescuers left. The rain continued, of course, and the waters continued to rise.” He turns around, taking his eyes away from the road for a moment to stare back into the glazed over pupils of his captive commissioner. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head as he turns back to the road. “Well, by now, the flood waters were eight feet high.” he continues. “And the man was forced to go upstairs. He was kneeling down to pray when he heard a banging on the window. It was more rescuers, pleading with him to get into the boat and come to safety. But the man's faith in God was unwavering, and he insisted that the men go on and save those whose needs were greater. Hesitantly, the rescuers moved on, leaving the man to his prayers. But the storms continued into the night, and so the flood waters continued to rise. By now, the water had raised to sixteen feet and the man was forced to climb out onto his roof and cling to his chimney stack. It was there that he was dazzled by a light from above... for a moment, he thought that God had arrived to save him. However, when he looked to the skies, a voice from the loudspeaker of a helicopter urged him to climb the rope ladder and be taken to a place of safety. But the man still refused! Can you imagine such a thing, such an unending faith? He was SURE that God would save him. But sadly, the storm raged on, and the man eventually drown. He dies, and finds himself standing at the gates of Heaven. As he arrives at the gates, he just had to ask God one question: 'You know God,' he says, ' I always lived a righteous life. I've been a religious man since I was a child. I don't understand it... why didn't you save me from the flood?' Well God looks down at him, and you know what he says, Paige?” He turns once again, to face her. She rolls her head slightly, trying not to meet his eyes. “God says, Miss Johnson...” he begins, quietly. “Save you? I sent two boats and a fucking helicopter. What more did you want?” He laughs quietly to himself, but it doesn't seem to be at his own joke. “You see, Paige, as humans we always seem to want to believe that everything is going to be alright. That if we do what we think is best, that it's going to be enough. But when I hand reaches down and offers to save you, sometimes it is for the best that we say yes. I'm giving you a boat here today... I suggest you don't let yourself drown.” The car rolls to a stop, safely back in the parking lot of the Credit Union Arena. The masked figure steps out of the driver's side, coming around and opening the door of his immobilized captive. “We're here already, who'd have thought.” he chuckles, a hint of menacing in his tone. “I've had a lot of fun today, Paige, and I hope you have to. I would suggest than any ideas you have about going to the police, or trying to discover my identity, are immediately forgotten. You have a lot more to lose than I do.” He reaches into the backseat, pulling her up from the leather interior and slinging her over his shoulder. Reaching into her jacket pocket, he produces a small cellular phone, obviously not his own, and speeds through the contact list, settling on a number and dialing. With a grunt, he drops her to the pavement, trying to cushion most of the blow, and begins walking away as he holds the phone to his ear. “Yes, hello, Mr. Milenko?” he begins, his tone one of great bemusement. “One commissioner Johnson is waiting for you outside. She says it's QUITE urgent. Just when you thought it was over, James... everything has begun again. I'll see you next week.” He laughs, tossing the phone aside to the pavement as he strolls away from the arena, never looking back. Posted Image Bringing Sexy Back We come back after a commercial break to the inside of the Credit Union Centre, the cameras focusing on the stage as "Macho Man" by the Village People blasts over the P.A. System. Marks steps out onto the stage dressed in his ring gear and a tight pink shirt which reads "I'm a Taker and a Giver". He walks down to the ring, his blonde hair in a wild tangle on his head, his face unshaven and free of makeup, looking like he hasn't slept for days. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arm up into the air. Marks steps down off of the top rope takes a deep breath before taking hold of a microphone and speaking. Simon Marks: Ladies and gentlemen, last week I... I wasn't here on Hostile Violence. You want to know where I was? I was laying my fiance Tripp Whipwreck to rest. I collected what was left of him after Bloody Sunday and had it cremated. I had... I had his ashes spread in a vacent meadow, the flowers blooming and the sun shining down. It's what he would've wanted. But ass I watched his ashes float away on the breeze I was thinking... I was thinking of Billy Jacobs and what he did. I should've been married by now, instead of finding myself constantly looking over my shoulder, facing discrimination for what I am. For those of you who have forgotten, allow me to refresh your memory as to what exactly Mr. Jacobs did. A video begins to play, showing Billy Jacobs feeding the cardboard cutout of Tripp Whipwreck into a mulcher, followed by his rant on Simon Marks from two weeks ago. The video slowly fades out, and we cut back to the ring. Simon Marks: I've decided that this injustice cannot stand. I've recruited backup and in the near future Jacobs will get his salad tossed by moi, most likely after my bodyguard has shown him a thing or two about discrimination. But I know what you're all thinking... just who is my bodyguard? Well, ladies and gentlemen, here's here in the building... I give you... the one, the only... THE MIKE EFFECT, MISTER MIKE POLOWY! "We're Gonna Win" by Bryan Adams hits the PAs, as the crowd explodes with a mixture of cheers and boos. A shadow appears at the top of the ramp and a backstage crew member quickly trots down to the ring, beckoning to speak with Simon. Simon argues with him briefly and the technition disappears backstage again, before re-appearing with Polowy cradled in his arms... another cardboard cutout! He drags Polowy down to the ring, sliding him in under the bottom rope. Marks sits the Polowy cutout up straight, and looks around at the crowd. Simon Marks: That's right! Mike Polowy is my bodyguard, my backup... and my new lover! Get a good look at the new power couple in Hostility Jacobs, because as you'll soon find out you can take my cutout, you can take my credibility... but you'll NEVER take my sick depraved nature! Marks throws the mic down and engages the cutout in a graphic display of Fremch kissing, as we cut to another commercial. Posted Image “The Phoenix” Xander Daniels vs “The Reflection of Perfection” Cody Williams vs “The Canadian Hercules” Hugo Sterling The arena goes completely black as the "Orange Sunshine" starts to blare over the sound system. A small flame appears on stage and ignites into a ring of fire as Xander Daniel's video package starts to play on the tron, highlighting his times in the ring. Suddenly in the middle of the ring of fire appears Xander Daniels from out of no where. The fire dies down around him and he calmly steps out of it as red spot lights follow him. He snickers as fans boo him on his way down to the ring and makes his way slowly and confidently to the ring. The lights come back on as Xander makes it to the ring. He looks to his left and his right, raising his arms as if he's already won the match and enters the ring. He postures once again for the crowd as flames erupt around the ring. The sound of a THX Dolby Digital Surround Sound test fills the arena, synched to the slow dimming of the house lights. "Requiem For A Dream" by Clint Mansell plays on the speakers. A video package is shown, hyping the greatest professional athlete to have ever graced the squared circle. Gold lights and lasers wander throughout the arena as smoke and the flashing of a strobe light covers the entrance way. "Isarel's Son" by Silverchair blares on the sound system and the crowd erupts, standing on their feet in anticipation of their beloved superstars entrance. Hate is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead You're late, for the execution If you're not here soon I'll kill your friend instead. The smoke gets heavier, settling in a foggy haze as Cody Williams can be seen rising to the top of the ramp by way of lift, covered in a long, black, fur lined cloak draped over his shoulders. Once the lift comes to a halt he throws his arms up into the air to an eruption of fireworks and pyrotechnics raining down on him from overhead. The smoke begins to clear as Cody makes his way to the ring. He makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding his chest as they continue to drown the stadium with boos and shouting out obscenities. He hops onto the ring apron with one knee and wipes his feet before stepping into the ring. He rushes to the nearest corner and stands on the second turnbuckle leaning over, repeatedly pounding his chest and raising his arms in the air. He hops off and heads over to the opposite corner and does the same. He makes his way to the center of the ring and begins to bounce in place, sliding the cloak off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground in a silky heap while he stares down the ramp awaiting the arrival of his opponent. Grace Over Diamonds ‘Heroes’ fills the arena as a Canadian Flag starts to flutter on the Tron with Hugo Starling in silver lettering appears. Sterling hits the entrance ramp to the applause of the crowd and poses to the crowds flexing and pointing to them as camera flashes light up the arena. Sterling makes his way to the ring taking time to work up the crowd. Once at the ring he pulls himself up and over the top rope taking more time to go from one corner pulling himself up to flex and point to the crowd and then to the diagonal corner pulling himself up and doing the same. He jumps down and begins to stretch awaiting his opponent. The bell rings, and the match is underway. All three men slowly circle around, sizing each other up. Sterling makes the first move, delivering a vicious chop to Williams and catching Daniels with the backhand swing. He strikes Cody again, however as his arm swings back to deliver another backhand Daniels ducks beneath his arm, punching Sterling and sending him off-balance. Cody charges forward and eats an elbow from Daniels, staggering backwards. Daniels turns back to Sterling and attempts to punch him again, however it is Sterling who ducks this time, running forwards and clotheslining Cody to the ground. Sterling turns and gets taken down by Daniels, who delivers a clothesline of his own. Daniels brushes his dark hair out of his face as the crowd starts up a huge "Sterling!" chant. Cody groggily climbs back to his feet, as does Sterling. Daniels walks forwards, seizes Sterling and whips him into into the corner. He then runs forward and clothesline the Canadian star, nearly taking his head off. Daniels turns to face Cody and both men nod. Cody runs forward and Daniels vaults him up over his head. Cody dropkicks Sterling in the chest and the giant Hugo drops to the canvas and rolls to the outside. Cody climbs back to his feet and seizes Daniels, attempting to whip him out of the ring as well. Daniels reverses however and Cody is the one who ends up going over the top rope, tumbling down to join Sterling at ringside. Daniels smirks and leans casually against the ropes as the referee starts the ten count. Sterling and Williams are still motionless on the outside, the crowd giving Sterling a rousing "Up And At 'Em" chant. Both men stir, Sterling grabbing the guardrail to pull himself up. He turns and attempts to enter the ring again, however he is suddenly thrown back, slamming into the unforgiving steel of the railing thanks to a quickly-executed baseball slide from Daniels. He glares up at "The Phoenix", steely determination glinting in his eyes. He forces himself upright again and he climbs into the ring at the same time as Williams, just as the referee screams eight. Both men run forwards and take Daniels down with a double clothesline, the crowd letting out a cheer. Sterling turns to Cody and kicks him in the stomach, lifting him onto his shoulders in the firemans carry position. Cody struggles and slides down off Sterling's shoulders, wrapping an arm around his neck and dropping down onto one knee, driving Sterling's spine into his kneecap. Sterling rolls around the ring in pain, while Cody gives the camera a self-satisfied smirk. Cody twists around, looking for Daniels, when suddenly a black boot connects with his face, snapping his neck sideways and eliciting a dull "oof!" from the former double champion... Xander Daniels just connected with the Running Face Wash! Cody staggers backwards, slumping into the corner. Sterling climbs to his feet and seizes Daniels around the waist, hitting a forceful German suplex. Daniels flies halfway across the ring, landing awkwardly on his neck. Sterling lets ut a roar, rallying the crowd. Sterling charges at the slumped Cody in the corner, his blonde hair slicked with sweat. Cody manages to gather enough of his senses to five out of the way, causing Sterling to collide with the turnbuckle. Sterling staggers around, right into a dropkick from Cody which knocks him back into the turnbuckle. Cody, wasting no time, rolls him up from behind. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Xander Daniels inserts himself into the scene, breaking up the pinfall attempt. He kicks Cody several times, forcing him into the corner, while Sterling climbs to his feet. As soon as Daniels notices this he delivers a razor-edged chop to the burly Canadian, followed by another, and another, leaving bright red welts. Sterling fights back however, firing off an elbow into Daniels' face, before he hoists him into the air and delivers a powerslam. Cody drags himself up out of the corner and runs at Sterling, who manages to evade the onslaught. Sterling lifts Cody up and powerslams him as well, right onto the body of Xander Daniels! The crowd lets out a cheer, as Cody rolls around in pain and Daniels lets out a groan of agony. Sterling lifts Daniels up by the head and once again powerbombs him, causing the Phoenix to cry out in pain. He turns around, looking to see as Daniels' manager Pat Fullam has hopped onto the ring apron! Sterling walks over to the scene, where the referee has started to argue with Fullam. Sterling pushes the referee aside and gets nose-to-nose with Fullam, who is flexing his muscles and taunting the big man. Stering turns away in a nonchalant fashion, before turning back and decking Fullam, sending him back down to the mat! Sterling turns around, only to walk into a kick to the gut by Cody Williams! Cody slaps him across the chest, but it seems to have no effect, as Sterling picks him up and chokeslams him right on top of the downed Daniels for the second time! Sterling poses for his Canadian brethren as he prepares to finish it, only for the cheers to turn into boos... IT'S STEVEN STEELE! Steele, with a steel chair in hand, slides into the ring and nails Sterling in the back of the head with a loud crack, before sliding out of the ring, a grin on his face! The damage done, it appears that, despite all the damage done, Cody Williams is draped over Xander Daniels, and the referee has no choice but to count it! ONE! TWO! THREE! Cody Williams has done it! He has managed to avenge his previous loss to Xander Daniels, pinning him in our Hostile Violent main event! His music playing, Cody raises a fist in the air with a wince on his face. It was a hard-fought contest, but Cody Williams' ring-awareness has won him the victory! Cody slides out of the ring as Hugo Sterling and Xander Daniels slowly rise to their feet... next week on Hostile Violence #29, it's Sterling versus Steele, as picked by the World Heavyweight Champion Talon! WINNER: CODY WILLIAMS via pinfall Posted Image Hostile Feuds The lights go out in the stadium as 'Staring At The Rude Bois' by the Gallows starts to play. Red flares shoot off in front of the entrance as Hooligan steps out and makes a mad dash for the ring. Hooligan then leaps in and rolls under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. He makes his way over to Xander Daniels with haste and throws himself into the unsuspecting fighter as the two come crashing to the mat. Hooligan stirs to his feet and pulls Xander Daniels up. Xander Daniels is not taking this abuse sitting down as a second wind hits him after his hard match. The two are now locked up and trading blow for blow with a whirlwind of furious fists. The lights black out as Victim by 18 visions starts. as the intro ends, pyros ignite outward from the stage. A spotlight ignites the tunnel and Brock appears, running for the ring. He slides in the ring and up a post and makes his way to Hooligan. On the other side of the ring, the bodyguard and trainer of Xander Daniels, Pat Fullam climbs in the ring as well. Pat Fullam and Brock then share a silent look as if making an unspoken agreement. The fan's screams fill the air in the arena as the the two men struggle to break up the fight. Finally, Pat Fullam manages to pull Xander back, who is still resisting to get back in on the fight just as Brock pulls a syringe from his pocket and slams it into Hooligan's side. Pat Fullam at ring side advises Xander Daniels to stand down, but Xander is obviously pissed off from this outburst. Brock then heaves Hooligan on his shoulder and carries the man out of the ring as Xander is seen yelling after the two of them. 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