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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 11:04 pm
Those three mysterious men are in the center of the ring, alongside their partners for the six on three handicap match at Bound By Honor, the three church members. Fred Phelps Jr, currently wearing a suit over his taped up abdomen takes the mic to a booing crowd.
"We told you all that the wrath of God would strike down upon this hellhole of lepers and depraved demon spawn! Our Lord sent his three greatest agents here to Inferno last week, though you only saw two of them. The third was doing his duty... backstage. Roll the footage!"
Angel is in the loading dock coming out to watch the festivities of the boss and Ken Armand when he's attacked from behind by a mysterious man in a white suit with a Jesus mask. Angel goes down after the initial running forearm to the head and is subjected to hard punches to the face and stomps to the abdomen. The Jesus man picks the Celestial One up and throws him into a stack of wooden crates, followed by picking him up and suplexing him into the fallen stack once more. But he isn't done yet. He picks Angel up one more time, setting him into a bent over position before hoisting him up and powerbombing him onto a nearby truck's hood before pulling him off and applying an ankle lock for about ten seconds.
"That was satisfying to watch the Lord Your God at work," says Shirley Phelps-Roper, standing next to the man, who is currently in the ring. "I'm sure you all want to know who these men of God are, so we will reveal them to you."
The first two men are the stagehands from last week.
"We went to introduce an old friend of ours who was in Joplin during the tornadoes!" exclaims Shirley to a increasingly loud jeering crowd. "First, meet former world champion Diego "The Big Timer" Alva!"
Diego removes his hat and smiles at the booing crowd, accepting the mic.
"God's hour is upon us, sinners! Repent or perish. I signed up for this match because I cannot stand to see our religious freedom being impeded on and that's exactly what Drako did last week. Oh, it felt good to smash that pipe into the back of his head and I went drove the back of his simple dragon skull into the mat with that DKO... I felt the power of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ flowing through me, like he took over my body and exacted his holy wrath!"
Now it's Megan Phelps-Roper's turn to speak, pointing to a medium height Asian man with tattoos adorning his scarred arms and holding a bamboo cane with a sharpened tip and a towel around his neck.
"Our next chosen by God is a man who has a bone to pick with the special guest referee for this match. He has volunteered to direct his anger at the sinners who dare oppose us. God has instructed him to hold his revenge for the multiple burns at bay for now. We want you to say hello to Hitogoroshi."
The Sociopath of Koto, Japan, has something to say.
"Snypa Rifle... I will have revenge for all you have put me through in my home country. I will paint your suffering with your own blood, but only after I create a masterpiece with the pain of the three men who will be stepping into the ring with us. And I will do it in the name of God."
"And finally, this handsome devil!" adds Fred Jr. "Take it, Shirley!"
Shirley immediately pulls the Jesus mask off of the man.
"Travis Dukeman decided to take up our noble cause to bring God to DHW simply because he has no love for anyone with the last name Damone."
Travis: "I suggest finding you a replacement, boys, because that Angel fella isn't gonna be walking around any time soon."
"Pause, pause, pause, pause, pause!"
On the screen is the enforcer of DHW for another few days.
"So, this is what the church brings to the fight? Okay, since you've signed your contracts, you're under DHW's jurisdiction. And I've gotten word from the doctors that Angel may or may not be cleared to compete at Bound By Honor, so this match... unless the boss and Nathan Phelps can find a third man or Angel makes a recovery... is now a six-on-two elimination handicap match."
Snypa checks something off of his clipboard.
"Speaking of Bound By Honor, all the boys and girls need to be reminded that if Ken Armand wins tonight and he manages to retain the Inter-Blaze Championship in that Casket Match, he will be one of two men to challenge the DHW Heavyweight Champion inside the House of Hell at Winter Bloodbath, in which the Inter-Blaze Championship will be unified with the Heavyweight Championship. If Kenny boy loses to either Jarel or Shadow, then his ticket to Winter Bloodbath is pretty much 86'd. If I were you, Ken-chan, I'd find a way to make Shadow tap out and I'd do it quickly."
"Now, to take advantage of my last days as Enforcer by moving onto next week on Inferno: in order to determine our second challenger, we're gonna do this with a three way dance. Lionel Umbra will take on Pantera and Knight, with brother Damien banned from ringside. Janelle Damone will face Lana Leone in a return match for the Honor Championship in a Street Fight."
Snypa sighs as he smiles at the church and their partners.
"Oh, yeah. You guys are still here? You signed your contracts, right? Well, however boss man wants to deal with you is out of my hands."
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 12:45 pm
The arena goes completely dark and the boss's music hits the PA. The crowd is on its feet, waiting for the retribution of the Soaring Dragon.
"Oh, how great it is that you are all under contract now, and my hands are not tied in any way shape or form. Guess what? It's about time you learn what happens when you mess with a Dragon. And since this is the best you could bring at me, I'm about to have a real easy night at the office. You see, I don't give a damn that you think you have an advantage in a handicap match now. Because guess what? I'm about to even those odds."
The lights come back on to reveal the boss, standing in the ring with a black metal ball bat in hand. The fans are on their feet as the Soaring Dragon looks to go right to work, swinging at the gut of Diego first, which he'd follow with a shot to the back. Off course, he'd make the rounds, going for the asian freak and the other b***h in much the same way.Baseball Bat shots to the gut and back for all, and then, just for good measure, one to the head of Fred Jr
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 5:33 pm
The church and their allies are pretty confused when the arena drops in darkness and in even more shock when the boss is standing in the middle of the ring before Diego goes down, clutching his ribs and back. Travis and Hitogoroshi meet the same fate, rolling out of the ring alongside Shirley and Megan just as Fred Jr slumps facedown to the mat after being knocked in the head with a baseball bat. Why does Drako hate him so much? xd
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 3:37 pm
"Where you going boys? The fun is just starting."
Drako intends to do some real damage here, and letting these men off easy for rolling out of the ring ain't happening.
Diego seems to be a good target, so why not beat the sleaves off him first? Raising the bat against the man who hadn't been smart enough to roll out, Drako looks to lay several more shots into Diego around the chest and stomach
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 9:51 pm
And the bible thumper is the victim of Drako's wrath as the bat rains down upon his chest and torso. Such pain!
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:05 pm
if Diego thinks that's all he's getting, it must be nice to live in the land of delusion. Drako drops the bat, and looks to pull said bible thumper up, only to drop him with the Dragon Shot finisher right on that bat
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 9:37 pm
What a hard DDT on the bat by Drako! Diego slumps into unconsciousness and is busted open. Travis is up and drags Fred Jr. out of the ring so them and the church can regroup as they go up the entrance way, unable to reach Diego.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 3:43 pm
The Soaring Dragon gets a resounding approval from the crowd as he rises back to his feet again. Finally, he takes up a mic.
"Where you goin' boys? You talked a big game before. Remember, Travis, you have no love for anyone with the last name Damone right? Let me clue everyone in on why that is. You were demolished by the Damone clan. Not only the older Jarel and Zarel. My sister, Janelle, beat you one on one for the WWCW Hardcore chamnpionship, with no help from anyone. You faded into obscurity while she went on to amass championships and accolades. My brothers and I are multiple time world champs. We steal the show whenever we lace up our boots, and as you can see here, we dish out pain quicker than you can bat an eye and we do it better than anyone."
Drako kneels next to Diego.
"This unconscious waste of carbon is like you. Remember, he was set to have his big moment against Jarel in EEW but realized he didn't have a chance. Sohe got lucky when CwP did what he couldn't' screwing the Dragon out of gold. So Diego never got his chance. Now you see just how little chance he stood."
The boss looks back up the ramp.
"Now, I bet you thought you had me backed in a corner. The problem is, I'm snmarter than you. Now you have to hope this steaming pile of monkey s**t is ready by Sunday. Because boys, this..."
Drako smacks Diego across the back of the head.
"This is nothing, nothing compared to what I'm going to do this Sunday. When I'm done you'll beg for mercy, you'll beg for an end. And then you'll drown in your own sweat, blood and piss. When I'm done with you, then fat a** will be taking a ride he won't recover from."
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