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| | PEOPLE U/M: Lyle // Malone, White Viper, Jacobs, Golden, Challenger
HPW RECORD: 00/00/00
OOC: Well, here's my first. It would have been up earlier but I am an incredible dumb ass, but that's another story. First off, after I re-read this rp I said Whoa! The reason for this being is because I wrote for Zarek in a different way without knowing it. He actually seems like a heel, but he is definitely not as most know. My only excuse is Zarek is mad about White Viper, so he acts a bit irrational? Yeah, anyway, I think this is pretty exceptional. I don't like to judge my work, but for some reason I like this one. So yeah, that's pretty much it. Good luck to all involved. | | Once again, ROM shows his frustration. Apparently he expects this match to be over by now. He’s been on the offensive for a good portion of the fight, but he’s just not getting results at the moment. Andy the referee reiterates that there’s simply nothing he can do but count at a regular pace. ROM shakes his head and actually reels back to thump the ref, only to see his arm grabbed mid-swing by Zarek Lyle, who turns ROM right around. The crowd cheers as Zarek boots ROM in the stomach and manages to lift the champion in the air �?�?PILEDRIVER!! That’s just the kind of move that he needs to pull off right now. The crowd gets even louder when Zarek walks over to the very first turnbuckle and undoes the top turnbuckle, before tying the ends so that it becomes more of a striking implement than anything else. ROM looks dazed and confused, but gets to his feet nonetheless. He doesn’t see that Zarek is holding the turnbuckle cover, complete with many hundreds of thumbtacks and walks over to Lyle in a fury�?/STRONG> CRACK!! With the sound of mad crowd cheering in the background, Zarek Lyle covers ROM and every member of the audience counts along. 1 �?�?2 �?�?�?�?!!! We’ve got a new Pit Champion "He did it! Zarek Lyle tastes gold!" "What a clever, hardcore son of a bitch that guy is.""He’s all of those things AND a worthy Deathcore Champion"
Once upon a time, a dream came true on live television when a rookie DW superstar, just a month in the wrestling buisness, took on a wrestling veteran and beat him for a championship belt. Not to long ago, this was a reality and everyone tuned into that specific channel at that specific time, saw it happen. Just a couple monthes ago, this was me. The moment I won my first championship in the wrestling buisness. True, I have only been wrestling professionally for about two monthes, but it still felt like forever.
Another small moment in time that felt like forever, was when I held that championship above my above. But alas, all things come to an end, you move on with your life and new experiences come your way. It seems that this last little bit has yet to happen, because nobody has moved on from Deathcore just quite yet. No matter how many times Michael Challenger says it's in the past, he still brings up the thought of DW, and everyone knows it.
"The Deathcore Pit Championship. Nothing but a lost memory now, it means nothing, right? No, not quite. Not yet anyway. Although Deathcore as long since past on, we still have those who cling on. Challenger believes he's moved on, but we still hear the little comments about how he could've won this championship. We still hear Challenger's little comments about how the Television Championship was holding him back. Little comments like this only tells me that although Challenger believes he has moved on, he is far from it. With Deathcore alive in our spirits, this championship is alive as well. The United States or Intercontinental Championship of Deathcore, if you will. Something to be proud of, and a symbol of skills. No talking is needed, just a flash of this, and you're accepted. It's as simple as that, and I was the last to ever hold it"
"The Deathcore Television Championship. Another lost memory, correct? Wrong again. This appears to be all that Challenger and Jacobs talk about. They're hung up on the single match that put Challenger ahead of Jacobs. The Television Championship, hmmm, I do agree that Michael Challenger deserved it. But that's just the thing Challenger, you deserved it. You deserved the Television Championship. If you deserved the Pit Championship, don't you believe you would have been looking across the ring at me during Bloodbath? I do believe so. Isn't that the right of things? But you weren't, were you Challenger? You weren't looking at me. You were looking across the ring at Tyler Jacobs, Kavern Winters, Chris Ahearn, and Andrew Taylor. Notice how the name of Zarek Lyle was nowhere to be found in that sentence. Do you know why Challenger? Becuase you don't deserve it?"
"Mark Golden and Tyler Jacobs are just little pons in this game we're playing, and we both know it, don't we Challenger. If your team wins, we both know that Golden has no way of making it into the final four. If my team wins, we both know that Tyler Jacobs has no way of making it into the final four. Think about it Challenger. Haven't we seen this before. History has a way of repeating itself, and DW wants one more match, for old times sake. Don't you remember Challenger? Or it could possibly be that you didn't occupy the Deathcore superstar at the moment. Let me jog your memory."
Taking ROM by the head, Caleb walks over to where the table now stands and attempts to place ROM onto it, but Ralph’s not quite done yet and soon fights back with a nice elbow to Caleb’s mid-section. However, this attack lasts about as long as Chase Dayne title reign and he’s soon found wanting again. Trying to grab hold of Caleb’s head, ROM is suddenly set upon by the Television Champion and grabbed around the waist. Surely a move like this isn’t possible from someone a good eight inches shorter and 35 pounds lighter than their opponent �?�?front belly to belly suplex! Well shut my mouth. Without wasting a single second, Caleb walks over to ROM and drags him over to the table, which he’s placed onto. The crowd gets excited and Caleb hits a quick elbow into ROM’s gut before ascending the turnbuckle, which must be a good six feet away from the wood. Nonetheless, this doesn’t daunt Quick, who’s fixated on winning this match. With a single look skyward, Caleb leaps off of the top turnbuckle �?…CRASH!! "HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
"Wow, this one’s over!"
"I’ve never seen that before, Alex.""A shooting star press through a table? No, I can’t say that I have either. That’s what’s so great about Deathcore: you’re always surprised. Caleb Quick is now officially the greatest champion within these walls and he should be a very proud man because of it." | |
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| | PEOPLE U/M: Lyle // Challenger, Golden, Jacobs, Quick, ROM, Stranger
HPW RECORD: 00/00/00
OOC: Bradley's probably reading this thinking "WTF! This isn't DW". lol. But I've decided to show the transition for Zarek from DW into HPW. Considering DW was his first federation he's having a hard time letting it go...obviously. But I promise by the end of this thread, it will be all about HPW. Hopefully I can get one more up to tie everything together. So be looking for atleast one more...hopefully | | Once again, ROM shows his frustration. Apparently he expects this match to be over by now. He’s been on the offensive for a good portion of the fight, but he’s just not getting results at the moment. Andy the referee reiterates that there’s simply nothing he can do but count at a regular pace. ROM shakes his head and actually reels back to thump the ref, only to see his arm grabbed mid-swing by Zarek Lyle, who turns ROM right around. The crowd cheers as Zarek boots ROM in the stomach and manages to lift the champion in the air �?�?PILEDRIVER!! That’s just the kind of move that he needs to pull off right now. The crowd gets even louder when Zarek walks over to the very first turnbuckle and undoes the top turnbuckle, before tying the ends so that it becomes more of a striking implement than anything else. ROM looks dazed and confused, but gets to his feet nonetheless. He doesn’t see that Zarek is holding the turnbuckle cover, complete with many hundreds of thumbtacks and walks over to Lyle in a fury�?/STRONG> CRACK!! With the sound of mad crowd cheering in the background, Zarek Lyle covers ROM and every member of the audience counts along. 1 �?�?2 �?�?�?�?!!! We’ve got a new Pit Champion "He did it! Zarek Lyle tastes gold!" "What a clever, hardcore son of a bitch that guy is." "He’s all of those things AND a worthy Deathcore Champion"
Once upon a time, a dream came true on live television when a rookie DW superstar, just a month in the wrestling buisness, took on a wrestling veteran and beat him for a championship belt. Not to long ago, this was a reality and everyone tuned into that specific channel at that specific time, saw it happen. Just a couple monthes ago, this was me. The moment I won my first championship in the wrestling buisness. True, I have only been wrestling professionally for about two monthes, but it still felt like forever.
Another small moment in time that felt like forever, was when I held that championship above my above. But alas, all things come to an end, you move on with your life and new experiences come your way. It seems that this last little bit has yet to happen, because nobody has moved on from Deathcore just quite yet. No matter how many times Michael Challenger says it's in the past, he still brings up the thought of DW, and everyone knows it.
" The Deathcore Pit Championship. Nothing but a lost memory now, it means nothing, right? No, not quite. Not yet anyway. Although Deathcore as long since past on, we still have those who cling on. Challenger believes he's moved on, but we still hear the little comments about how he could've won this championship. We still hear Challenger's little comments about how the Television Championship was holding him back. Little comments like this only tells me that although Challenger believes he has moved on, he is far from it. With Deathcore alive in our spirits, this championship is alive as well. The United States or Intercontinental Championship of Deathcore, if you will. Something to be proud of, and a symbol of skills. No talking is needed, just a flash of this, and you're accepted. It's as simple as that, and I was the last to ever hold it"
The screen widens and the man speaking is none other than me, Zare Lyle, now how great is that? Yeah, I thought so. Holding onto my Pit Championship at this moment only brings back memories. Memories from when I actually won the championship. Well, I suppose that could also be because I've just watched the video of me taking the belt from ROM. Poping the video tape out of the VCR, I put it back into the box it came from, just another memory to put in the back of my mind.
"The Deathcore Television Championship. Another lost memory, correct? Wrong again. This appears to be all that Challenger and Jacobs talk about. They're hung up on the single match that put Challenger ahead of Jacobs. The Television Championship, hmmm, I do agree that Michael Challenger deserved it. But that's just the thing Challenger, you deserved it. You deserved the Television Championship. If you deserved the Pit Championship, don't you believe you would have been looking across the ring at me during Bloodbath? I do believe so. Isn't that the right of things? But you weren't, were you Challenger? You weren't looking at me. You were looking across the ring at Tyler Jacobs, Kavern Winters, Chris Ahearn, and Andrew Taylor. Notice how the name of Zarek Lyle was nowhere to be found in that sentence. Do you know why Challenger? Becuase you don't deserve it?"
Looking upon the Television Championship, it reminded me of when I first entered Deathcore. Just starting out, I was just happy to get a match, and after that, I wanted the Television Championship. Surprising, eh? I believe so. I didn't have very high goals for myself as I first entered Deathcore, but apparently somebody did. Defeating Orrin Stranger for the chance to go one on one with ROM for the Pit Championship was more than I had ever hoped for. I skipped the first level and went right for the next one. Doubting myself wasn't going to do me any good, and so I went for it, and I obviously won.
"Mark Golden and Tyler Jacobs are just little pons in this game we're playing, and we both know it, don't we Challenger. If your team wins, we both know that Golden has no way of making it into the final four. If my team wins, we both know that Tyler Jacobs has no way of making it into the final four. Think about it Challenger. Haven't we seen this before. History has a way of repeating itself, and DW wants one more match, for old times sake. Don't you remember Challenger? Or it could possibly be that you didn't occupy the Deathcore superstar at the moment. Let me jog your memory."
As I grabbed another video tape from the shelf that was behind me, I couldn't help but smile. Clearly, anyone who was in Deathcore knows what I was talking about, and if they didn't then they were about to find out. It was a bit irnoic, really. A certain event that happened before was about to happen again. As said before, history has a habit of attempting to redeme itself.
Taking ROM by the head, Caleb walks over to where the table now stands and attempts to place ROM onto it, but Ralph’s not quite done yet and soon fights back with a nice elbow to Caleb’s mid-section. However, this attack lasts about as long as Chase Dayne title reign and he’s soon found wanting again. Trying to grab hold of Caleb’s head, ROM is suddenly set upon by the Television Champion and grabbed around the waist. Surely a move like this isn’t possible from someone a good eight inches shorter and 35 pounds lighter than their opponent �?�?front belly to belly suplex! Well shut my mouth. Without wasting a single second, Caleb walks over to ROM and drags him over to the table, which he’s placed onto. The crowd gets excited and Caleb hits a quick elbow into ROM’s gut before ascending the turnbuckle, which must be a good six feet away from the wood. Nonetheless, this doesn’t daunt Quick, who’s fixated on winning this match. With a single look skyward, Caleb leaps off of the top turnbuckle �?�?/STRONG> CRASH!! "HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
"Wow, this one’s over!"
"I’ve never seen that before, Alex." "A shooting star press through a table? No, I can’t say that I have either. That’s what’s so great about Deathcore: you’re always surprised. Caleb Quick is now officially the greatest champion within these walls and he should be a very proud man because of it."
Once again, ROM shows his frustration. Apparently he expects this match to be over by now. He’s been on the offensive for a good portion of the fight, but he’s just not getting results at the moment. Andy the referee reiterates that there’s simply nothing he can do but count at a regular pace. ROM shakes his head and actually reels back to thump the ref, only to see his arm grabbed mid-swing by Zarek Lyle, who turns ROM right around. The crowd cheers as Zarek boots ROM in the stomach and manages to lift the champion in the air �?�?PILEDRIVER!! That’s just the kind of move that he needs to pull off right now. The crowd gets even louder when Zarek walks over to the very first turnbuckle and undoes the top turnbuckle, before tying the ends so that it becomes more of a striking implement than anything else. ROM looks dazed and confused, but gets to his feet nonetheless. He doesn’t see that Zarek is holding the turnbuckle cover, complete with many hundreds of thumbtacks and walks over to Lyle in a fury�?/STRONG> CRACK!! With the sound of mad crowd cheering in the background, Zarek Lyle covers ROM and every member of the audience counts along. 1 �?�?2 �?�?�?�?!!! We’ve got a new Pit Champion "He did it! Zarek Lyle tastes gold!" "What a clever, hardcore son of a bitch that guy is." "He’s all of those things AND a worthy Deathcore Champion"
Once upon a time, a dream came true on live television when a rookie DW superstar, just a month in the wrestling buisness, took on a wrestling veteran and beat him for a championship belt. Not to long ago, this was a reality and everyone tuned into that specific channel at that specific time, saw it happen. Just a couple monthes ago, this was me. The moment I won my first championship in the wrestling buisness. True, I have only been wrestling professionally for about two monthes, but it still felt like forever.
Another small moment in time that felt like forever, was when I held that championship above my above. But alas, all things come to an end, you move on with your life and new experiences come your way. It seems that this last little bit has yet to happen, because nobody has moved on from Deathcore just quite yet. No matter how many times Michael Challenger says it's in the past, he still brings up the thought of DW, and everyone knows it.
" The Deathcore Pit Championship. Nothing but a lost memory now, it means nothing, right? No, not quite. Not yet anyway. Although Deathcore as long since past on, we still have those who cling on. Challenger believes he's moved on, but we still hear the little comments about how he could've won this championship. We still hear Challenger's little comments about how the Television Championship was holding him back. Little comments like this only tells me that although Challenger believes he has moved on, he is far from it. With Deathcore alive in our spirits, this championship is alive as well. The United States or Intercontinental Championship of Deathcore, if you will. Something to be proud of, and a symbol of skills. No talking is needed, just a flash of this, and you're accepted. It's as simple as that, and I was the last to ever hold it"
The screen widens and the man speaking is none other than me, Zare Lyle, now how great is that? Yeah, I thought so. Holding onto my Pit Championship at this moment only brings back memories. Memories from when I actually won the championship. Well, I suppose that could also be because I've just watched the video of me taking the belt from ROM. Poping the video tape out of the VCR, I put it back into the box it came from, just another memory to put in the back of my mind.
"The Deathcore Television Championship. Another lost memory, correct? Wrong again. This appears to be all that Challenger and Jacobs talk about. They're hung up on the single match that put Challenger ahead of Jacobs. The Television Championship, hmmm, I do agree that Michael Challenger deserved it. But that's just the thing Challenger, you deserved it. You deserved the Television Championship. If you deserved the Pit Championship, don't you believe you would have been looking across the ring at me during Bloodbath? I do believe so. Isn't that the right of things? But you weren't, were you Challenger? You weren't looking at me. You were looking across the ring at Tyler Jacobs, Kavern Winters, Chris Ahearn, and Andrew Taylor. Notice how the name of Zarek Lyle was nowhere to be found in that sentence. Do you know why Challenger? Becuase you don't deserve it?"
Looking upon the Television Championship, it reminded me of when I first entered Deathcore. Just starting out, I was just happy to get a match, and after that, I wanted the Television Championship. Surprising, eh? I believe so. I didn't have very high goals for myself as I first entered Deathcore, but apparently somebody did. Defeating Orrin Stranger for the chance to go one on one with ROM for the Pit Championship was more than I had ever hoped for. I skipped the first level and went right for the next one. Doubting myself wasn't going to do me any good, and so I went for it, and I obviously won.
"Mark Golden and Tyler Jacobs are just little pons in this game we're playing, and we both know it, don't we Challenger. If your team wins, we both know that Golden has no way of making it into the final four. If my team wins, we both know that Tyler Jacobs has no way of making it into the final four. Think about it Challenger. Haven't we seen this before. History has a way of repeating itself, and DW wants one more match, for old times sake. Don't you remember Challenger? Or it could possibly be that you didn't occupy the Deathcore superstar at the moment. Let me jog your memory."
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Taking ROM by the head, Caleb walks over to where the table now stands and attempts to place ROM onto it, but Ralph’s not quite done yet and soon fights back with a nice elbow to Caleb’s mid-section. However, this attack lasts about as long as Chase Dayne title reign and he’s soon found wanting again. Trying to grab hold of Caleb’s head, ROM is suddenly set upon by the Television Champion and grabbed around the waist. Surely a move like this isn’t possible from someone a good eight inches shorter and 35 pounds lighter than their opponent �?�?front belly to belly suplex! Well shut my mouth. Without wasting a single second, Caleb walks over to ROM and drags him over to the table, which he’s placed onto. The crowd gets excited and Caleb hits a quick elbow into ROM’s gut before ascending the turnbuckle, which must be a good six feet away from the wood. Nonetheless, this doesn’t daunt Quick, who’s fixated on winning this match. With a single look skyward, Caleb leaps off of the top turnbuckle �?�?/STRONG> CRASH!! "HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
"Wow, this one’s over!"
"I’ve never seen that before, Alex." "A shooting star press through a table? No, I can’t say that I have either. That’s what’s so great about Deathcore: you’re always surprised. Caleb Quick is now officially the greatest champion within these walls and he should be a very proud man because of it."
The champion versus champion match back in Deathcore Wrestling when Caleb Quick and Ralph O. Morris proved supreme. Little did they know that they wouldn't be staying champion for very long, but that's another story. It's pretty ironic how I find myself in a match with the Deathcore Wrestling Television Champion. The only thing different in this match, is hopefully, it won't have exactly the same outcome as it did in the past.
"Caleb Quick versus Ralph O. Morris in a Table Match to decide who was the more talented champion. As you may recall, Caleb Quick, the Television Champion, came out on top of this match, putting Ralph Morris, the Pit Champion, through a table. But remembering the circumstances, Ralph O. Morris wasn't a very worthy man to be holding the Pit Championship, which is why I ended his reign. He gave the championship a bad name, and I was the one everyone wanted to knock him out of his spot, which I did. Caleb Quick on the other hand, was a great champion, but you didn't exactly beat him, now did you Challenger? No, Caleb vacated the belt to go on and do other things rather than be in Deathcore Wrestling. So Challenger, would you have won that championship, if Caleb wouldn't have quit. I suppose we will never know."
It's the element of mystery in the wrestling world. What if? What if Caleb Quick wouldn't have quit? What if Michael Challenger wouldn't have had a sudden burst of knowledge and decided to steal Tyler Jacobs weapon for the match? We'll never really know. The only thing that is to be done is let our imagination paint a vivid picture of what might have been. My prediction that Challenger wouldn't have become champion. Which in turn means we probably wouldn't be in this match together at the moment. Which means, this conversation would have never happened. But where's the fun in that?
"Champion versus Champion, that's what they called the match, and that's what we're doing Challenger. We're repeating the match, to reassure everyone just who the more talented champion is. Both of us, worthy champions. But wait, we're not exactly talking about Deathcore anymore are we, no, this is for something much more than just the luxury if calling ourselves the greatest champion, because we're not champions anymore, are we? No, this is for the chance to become a champion again. This is a chance to make it into the final four and become the HPW World Heavyweight Champion. So I suppose the question really is, who has it in them to make it to the final four?"
Holding up four of my fingers, showing everyone that I can count to four, it finally hits me how big this match is. Both Challenger and I have a chance to further our career. Him more than me of course, considering I was basically almost to the exact spot where I will be pushed if I am victorious in this match. But it's still a wonder how one can rise so fast, which somewhat scares me. If my career has arisen so high in just a matter of two monthes, then over how much time will I descend?
"I have to admit it's kind of a disappointment. I was kind of hoping to face you in the main event, or even look across at you during the actual Heavyweight Championship matchup. But I suppose that's not going to happen, is it? It's either you or me. Champion or champion."
As I held up the Pit Championship, I realized that it didn't mean as much now as it did a month ago. Back then, it was something to be proud of, something to show people that their accussasions about me were entirely wrong. It was a prize that I rightfully earned, but gazing upon it now, I didn't see any of those things. I saw futigue. I saw the future. I saw something I could become. I saw myself climbing the ladder, to where I rightfully belong, and we all know where that is.
Although when two champions walk in, no champions will walk out, but there will still be something to look forward too.
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