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M14: Heavy Metal Hero vs. Chaos The Clown; Undisputed Championship: TLC Match
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Topic Started: Apr 21 2007, 12:03 PM (763 Views)
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Apr 21 2007, 12:03 PM
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This is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling between the Champion, Art "Heavy Metal Hero" McLellan and the challenger, Chaos the Clown.
Referee is Dave Durrango.
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Retired Co-Founder of Professional RPG Wrestling Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling (1) PRW European Champion (1) PRW Cyanide Champion (3) Win-Loss-Draw: 15-7-2
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Chaos the Clown
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Apr 22 2007, 12:59 PM
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Brunswick: And welcome back folks, to Apocalypse. We’ve had an amazing night thus far and we’re still not done!
Smith: That’s right, Brunswick. We’re just moments away from the main event.
Brunswick: “The Skitzo” Chaos the Clown vs “Heavy Metal Hero” Art McLellan in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling!
The camera pans in to the loop above the ring. Hanging there is the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling. The fans are, for the most part, quite. Just gently talking amongst themselves when finnaly the arena blacks out and the speakers cue with “The Crimson” by Atreyu. The fans in Japan are going absolutely apesh*t, rocking the dome to it’s core.
Brunswick: And we’re about to get the main event under way!
Smith: Oh, I can’t wait, all the hype and anticipation for this match up! Chaos is finnaly gonna get what he deserves!
Brunswick: The Undisputed Championship?
Smith: Nope. A brutal beat down curtosey of Art McLellan!
The music continues through the guitar and hi-hat intro, the arena remaining black while on the screen it shows a dark room with Chaos sitting in a char and the camera rotating around. As the music begins picking up the screen changes to some high-lights of The Skitzo’s career. With the first cymbal crash comes Mysterio-like pyro exploding upwards from the stage, and from below comes the European Champion, Chaos the Clown, jetting up from a secret compartment under the stage, landing a perfect frontflip on the center of the cold steel.
Chaos is seen decked out in a black hoodie, on the back is a symbol showing his anarchist beleifs. His pants, black and electric blue bondage pants with chains. Combat boots on his feets with studded bottoms. His hair is flowing, freely, to his shoulders with red tips and no dreads. His face paint is looking good, and the European Championship is around his waist. We see a lit cigartette dangling from his lips as he smiles to the audience. Bob Saget: Now, making his way to the ring. From Miami, Florida. Weighing in at two-hundered-and ten pounds. He is exactly six feet tall. The European Champion, the Challenger, “The Skitzo” Chaos…the…CLOWN!
The fans erupt with a loud pop as Chaos begins making his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on both sides the whole way down. He can feel the ramp shaking as his loving audience cheers him on. He continues to take in deep drags on the death stick every few moments, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke each time.
As The Skitzo approaches the ring he circles around the barrier, making sure to slap all the hands of his front-row fans, he figures if they payed $9.95 (lol @hmh) that they all deserve a good slap on the hand. He passes the obstacles…tables, ladders, and chairs all littering the outside of the ring. He reaches the tallest of the ladders and climbs it. Upon reaching the top, he throws up a taunt and leaps off into the ring, nailing a double corkscrew backflip, and as his boots meet the canvas, pyro blasts up from all four corners, the fans bursting out with a massive pop.
Brunswick: Impressive, don’t you agree?
Smith: Meh, so he can twirl around, big deal…
Chaos walks around the ring alittle, throwing his arms in the air showing confidence. He begins hopping around with the beat of the music, lasers beginning to pulse with the beat. He heads to each of the four corners tossing up his sign then returns to the center of the ring where he takes off his hoodie, exposing a black wifebeater. He unstraps his European championship, exposing a red, three row, studded belt. He hands the title and hoodie to a ring techie, and points up towards the Undisputed Championship, dangling high above the ring. He signals that’ll soon be around his waist then heads to the far right corner and sits down, Raven style, paitently awaiting his opponent.
Brunswick: Smith, the two men about to compete in this match have a lot of bad blood between them, and it’s all been formed over the past month.
Smith: I must say that this fued has been quite interesting, to say the least. That bastard Chaos stealing the Undisputed Championship from Art McLellan and keeping it hidden until tonight.
Brunswick: Indeed, and Heavy Metal Hero attempt to get rid of his opponent, but The Skitzo refused to let that happen and some how made his prescence known last night, where he promised that McLellan would never see the Undisputed Championship up close again.
Smith: Yep. And the more I think about it, this disgusting circus freak has been on a roll, winning a total of five matches since his PRW return, and being disqualified from two.
Brunswick: That’s right, he has yet to lose by pinfall or submission…and actually, his entire PRW career he has never lost by pinfall or submission in a one-on-one competition.
Smith: But McLellan plans to change that tonight…besides, Art has been undefeated in singles competition his entire career, as well.
Brunswick: So both men are out to break one another’s records. “The Skitzo” determined to take home his first major championship, “Heavy Metal Hero” determined to hold on to the belt, so far being the longest reigning Undisputed Champion in PRW history. Chaos has already ended Drake Smashem’s career when he took home the European Championship…can he do it again tonight?
Chaos continues to sit in the corner, awaiting his opponent…and finnaly…
tbc by HMH
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MasterVampireHMH: I just happen to love guzzling semen MasterVampireHMH: I am a cock juggling thunder cunt
^THIS IS WHY WE FIGHT. PRW Singles Record: W/L/D: 20/6/4 1x X-Division Champion [Greatest EVER j/s] 1x International Champion [Title Unification] 1x European Champion 6x Cyanide Champion
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Apr 22 2007, 01:58 PM
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The crowd bursts into a deafening chorus of malcontented jeers as 'Kill the King' hits and Art McLellan emerges onto the ramp with a look of calm discontent upon his lined face. The arena sound system drones on as the crowd tries to best it, with more or less the entire crowd out for geriatric blood.
Smith: And here we go! Art "Heavy Metal f*cking Hero" McLellan is in the house, and he's here to get back what belongs to him!
Brunswick: But longest-reigning champion or not, that belt belongs to whoever pulls it down from the ceiling first!
Smith: And we actually doubt that it's gonna be Heavy Metal Hero?
McLellan reaches the bottom of the ramp, hitting a crucifix taunt. His open jacket displays a black Misfits tee, with his blue jeans tucked under his wrestling boots. A couple of hardcore Heavy Metal Hero fans are sitting in the front row with signs, and McLellan smirks.
Art McLellan walks around the ring, across a ladder and over tables as the crowd continues to pour fluid hatred over him. He walks to the timekeeper, and gets hold of a mic.
Smith: And the esteemed champ wants to get something off his chest!
McLellan slides into the ring, proceeding to the middle where Chaos has inevitably moved. Perhaps the largest smile on Earth is sitting on Chaos' face, looking ready to do nothing more but kick some serious ass. McLellan slowly, with animated speed, takes the microphone up to his mouth and begins his diatrabe.
"Chaos...I think what I need, and what you need and what all of PRW needs is to hear first hand just what needs to be said about you...the summation of all you are and who you stand for, put into words tonight."
A hush falls over the crowd, and the tension is so thick that you'd more than likely need a chainsaw to get through it.
Brunswick: What could be mean by this? What's Art McLellan have to say about this bitter enemy of his?!
"...no comment."
Art McLellan cocks back and clocks Chaos over the head with the microphone! The crowd explodes into boos, everyone but Art in the arena totally irate as the match begins!
Brunswick: What a cheap shot!
Smith: What a genius!
McLellan tosses the mic out of the ring and grabs Chaos by the hair, picking him up. Art McLellan drills the Clown with a huge right hand, then another, and he drags Chaos in for a short-arm clothesline by the hair. McLellan puts the boots to Chaos, with big stomps to the head.
Brunswick: He's just going to pound the challenger until Chaos can't stop him!
McLellan lets Chaos get up, and he goes for a running clothesline. Chaos telegraphs and pulls down the top rope, sending Art McLellan flipping over! McLellan lands on the apron, and Chaos hits a shoulder to the midsection. Chaos goes for a suplex into the ring, but McLellan jabs him in the eye and grabs his head, dropping off the apron and clotheslining him on the top rope!
Smith: Sproing!
Art McLellan grabs a chair off the mats and slides it into the ring. He slides in after it, stalking Chaos. Chaos turns around, and McLellan hits him with a spear! Art McLellan steps off Chaos, and grabs his legs, flipping him over for a Boston Crab! Chaos fights in the hold, but McLellan holds firm.
Brunswick: I think he's going to try to ground the high-flying Clown and set the pace for the match!
Smith: You know that Art McLellan is the ultimate cerebral force in PRW, Josh. Everyone wrestles matches at his pace!
McLellan steps back, making Chaos flinch as his back bends at seemingly impossible angles. Art McLellan jolts Chaos and flips him over onto his back! He sets Chaos up and slingshots him over the top rope! He doesn't see Chaos grab on and land on the apron!
Brunswick: Chaos saved himself!
Smith: Look out, champ!
Art McLellan moves across the ring as the crowd cheers on Chaos. McLellan grabs the chair, but as he turns Chaos hops onto the top rope and flies across the ring with a springboard dropkick! He knocks the chair back into the champion's face and nearly knocks his teeth out!
Brunswick: What a shot! He's seeing stars!
Chaos gets up and slides out of the ring, grabbing a table! The crowd goes ballistic as he slides the table into the ring, then slides under the bottom rope and begins setting it up! Chaos gets one leg in place, but Art McLellan begins to stir behind him! The crowd screams for Chaos to get out of the way as McLellan grabs the chair! Chaos finishes setting up the table, and he turns around to a flying facefull of chair! Chaos ducks McLellan's chair shot, then as the two switch places Chaos boots McLellan in the abdomen! The chair goes clattering to the side as Chaos goes for a hurricanrana, but Art McLellan stands up with Chaos on his shoulders! Art McLellan throws Chaos down and hits a sitout powerbomb!
Smith: Holy sh*t! I didn't know McLellan could do that!
Brunswick: What a series of reversals from these so-called hardcore wrestlers!
McLellan stands up slowly at the ropes, then steadies himself. He kicks the chair out of the way and pushes the table more into the middle of the ring. He turns back to Chaos, who is on his hands and knees. McLellan soccer kicks the downed challenger in the ribs, eliciting an 'ooh' from the crowd. He picks Chaos up off the mat and hits him with a chop to the chest, but Chaos turns and jabs him in the jaw! The two begins trading shots, but McLellan gets the upper hand and whips Chaos into the ropes! Art McLellan backdrops Chaos onto the table, but Chaos makes a full revolution in mid-air, and Art McLellan turns to walk right into a shooting star body attack off the table from Chaos!
Brunswick: Oh my God! Look at that agility!
The two men are in a heap on the mat. Chaos stirs first, and the crowd cheers as he gets to his feet. Chaos grabs Art McLellan as he begins to get up and goes for a german suplex, but McLellan elbows him in the back of the head, and switches around. McLellan goes for a back suplex, but Chaos reverses with a headlock takedown! Both men get off the mat, and Chaos goes for a dropkick, but McLellan swipes it to the side. Chaos rushes to his feet again, but Art McLellan goes for the chair, and as Chaos stands up Heavy Metal Hero rocks him with a vicious chair shot straight to the top of the head!
Smith: Boom! Technical Knock Out for the champion!
Brunswick: He clobbered him!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
24-11 (11/07/01) 1x Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling 1x PRW Tag Team Champion






















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Apr 22 2007, 06:23 PM
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Heavy Metal Hero throws the chair onto the mat, smiling at his work. The crowd begins flooding the arena with boos and Heavy Metal Hero picks up a mic.
Heavy Metal Hero: Shut up! Shut the hell up! This is your so-called “hero”! Right here on the mat! In a heap of his own-
McLellan is shut up as Chaos swipes his legs, bringing down onto the chair. The mic hits the mat and begins screeching with feed back as techies begin scrambling to shut it off as the deafening tone screams through the arena. Finnaly they succeed and the crowd is releived. Chaos runs at the ropes and returns to Heavy Metal Hero with a drop kick to the head, causing him to roll off of the chair. Chaos picks up the foldable piece of steel and attacks McLellan with a few body shots. The Skitzo sets up the chair in the middle of the ring then rolls under the ropes, grabbing another chair. The Clown stands on the apron closest to the Champ and hops over, doing an acid-drop with the chair right onto Heavy Metal Hero’s abs.
Brunswick: Ouch!
Smith: He’s gonna feel that one in the morning!
As Chaos pops off of McLellan, leaving the chair on his abs and heads to the un-folded chair that he set up moments before, he hops into the air onto the chair then off of it, landing on the top ropes and flying off with a spring board moonsault, connecting perfectly onto his opponent’s abdominal section, crushing the chair into both of their mid-sections. Both men lie there in a heap.
Brunswick: It seems as if Chaos is willing to do anything to win!
Smith: From what I’ve seen he doesn’t care about winning, he just wants to injure his opponent and himself…that f*ckin’ emo kid.
Brunswick: Riiiight…well, so much for McLellan trying to ground his opponent.
Chaos is the first to show signs of movement as he pulls himself up with the ropes. He throws a taunt into the air and his fans show appreciation, reacting with a cheap pop. Chaos accepts it and begins taunting somemore, ignoring McLellan as he gets up. Heavy Metal Hero makes it to his feet and grabs the un-knowing Chaos from behind and throws him over his head, attempting a german suplex through the table, but Chaos lands on his feet, cracking the table a little. McLellan turns around, not hearing a crash, and is met with a hurrincanrana, flipping him over the ropes to the outside.
Brunswick: Amazing how the challenger is able to stay one step ahead of his opponent.
McLellan uses the guard rail to get to his feet and takes a moment to catch his breath, but The Skitzo doesn’t allow it. Chaos runs at the ropes and dives over with a corkscrew plancha dive, taking both men over the guard rail into the front row fans!
Brunswick: Oh my! The audience is more involved than ever before in this match up!
Smith: And thanks to Chaos and his retard-dive, PRW might be receiving a few law suits, too.
Heavy Metal Hero is the first to get to his feet, and grabs one of the now many scattered chairs due to the members of the front row scurrying to the sides trying to avoid injury. McLellan hits Chaos across the back with the steel chair. The impact thunders throughout the arena, and Chaos grasps his spine in pain and we can see the impression of the steel chair in red across the challenger’s back.
Brunswick: The stinging must be nearly too much to bear.
Smith: Psh! McLellan’s going EASY on Chaos tonight, that silly clown should be thankful.
Brunswick: I don’t know. I’ve seen some old tapes of Chaos…
Smith: Why would you do that, he’s not a pron star is he?
Brunswick: I did it because I wanted to learn more about this superstar, and no…he’s not an movie actor.
Smith: Actor?!?! They’re as real as it gets!
Brunswick: Doug, I have a wife!
Smith: What’s that have to do with anything? Did I propose to you again? I have had a few drinks.
Brunswick: Just shut up for once! Anyway…no, you didn’t propose, and yes, Chaos is one of the most hard core…hm…how do I say…
Smith: Mother****ers?
Brunswick: Sure…that I have ever seen. He’s also one of the quickest, most agile athletes I have ever seen, a match like this is his home turf.
Smith: But ladders ARE McLellan’s domain…
Brunswick: Well ,either way, don’t say Chaos should be lucky, cause if I know him like I think I do, Heavy Metal Hero’s gonna get it back ten fold.
McLellan throws the now mangled chair onto the ground, and the audience member who was sitting in it begins to complain. Heavy Metal Hero pushes him over and his friends hold him back. Art steps over the barrier and picks Chaos up, sliding him back into the ring. A fan spits on McLellan and he turns around slowly, facing him. Art gets into the fans face and begins yelling at him, the fan just spits on him again. McLellan wipes it on his hand and spits on the fan then smacks him with his own spit. The ring techies have to break it up.
Brunswick: McLellan getting fysty with the audience!
Smith: They show no respect, he puts his body on the line and this is what he gets? They don’t deserve to be graced by his prescene!
Brunswick: Right, Smith, you keep telling yourself that…
McLellan turns back around and get into the ring, but Chaos has disappeared. The audience on the opposite side of the ring from Art are chuckling and a camera man goes over there to see what’s going on. Chaos is hiding against the ring on the floor with his index finger on his lips, signaling them to be quiet and keep it a secret, although he himself is laughing. McLellan hops into the ring and Chaos goes under the apron, and scurys to the other side. McLellan reaches down for Chaos and says “AHA!” but Chaos is not to be found. The Skitzo is now on the oppositte apron and springboards up, nailing a spin kick to the back of Heavy Metal Hero’s head, causing him to rebound off the ropes and stumble backwards. Chaos, on his back now, trips McLellan, causing him to fall backwards and hit his head on the table, causing it to crack some more. Chaos hops up and the fans laugh.
Smith: Finnaly he’s acting like a real clown…
Brunswick: Apparently mocking you and McLellan for calling him such.
Smith: It is in his goddamn name! GET OVER IT!
Chaos attempts to climb ontop of the table as McLellan is getting up, but from the two minor impacts, the table collapses into two, causing the clown to crumble onto the mat in a splintered heap!
Smith: The tables are turned!
Brunswick: OH NO! CHAOS! GET UP!
Smith: I thought you weren’t bias…
Brunswick: Shut up, if you can do it, I can do it.
Heavy Metal Hero makes it to his feet and notices the opportunity. He slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder, sliding it into the ring and stepping through the second ropes. He stomps on Chaos a few times to ensure he’s down and then sets up the ladder and begins to climb. Chaos finnaly manages to come to his senses while McLellan is half-way up the ladder, thinking he is home free. The Skitzo quickly gets up and chases after his combatant and grabs him by the jeans, pulling him off of the ladder causing him to hit the mat with force. Chaos doesn’t go for the belt, instead he takes a dive off of the ladder nailing a perfect 630 phoenix senton! Both men are down on the right side of the ring, knocked out cold.
Smith: Chaos is an idiot! He could’ve had this thing won!
Brunswick: I told you before, he doesn’t care about winning, he cares about causing pain.
The two men begin showing signs of life, crawling towards opposite corners. Chaos makes it to his feet first, and staggers towards the ladder, folding it down and sliding it under the ring ropes. The ladder doesn’t touch the floor, though, instead it creates a sort-of bridge between the apron and the crowd barrier. The insane fans begin getting their chances to touch the ladder and take pictures of it, hoping maybe they can get a glimpse of the superstar’s sweat. McLellan finnaly makes it to his feet and the two men square off in the center of the ring. They each begin throwing rights and lefts, one after another, showing no mercy. Finnaly, they decide to both take a breather and regain stamia before meeting back up the ring, no more fast-paced brawling is occuring. Chaos attempts to whip McLellan into the ropes, but McLellan reveres and sends the Skitzo flying. Upon rebound, the Clown goes for a flying cross body but is caught mid-air by Heavy Metal Hero. Heavy Metal Hero attempts a spinning sidewalk slam, but Chaos reverses with a DDT. McLellan gets up quickly, as does Chaos, and both men are at a stand off in the middle of the ring!
Brunswick: They seem to have some life back in them, and this match is starting to get interesting again.
Smith: I must agree with you there.
Both opponents think alike and each extend a hand for a hand shake, and as they do, both go for a clothesline, bringing eachother down. Both men are lying on the mat in the center of the ring.
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MasterVampireHMH: I just happen to love guzzling semen MasterVampireHMH: I am a cock juggling thunder cunt
^THIS IS WHY WE FIGHT. PRW Singles Record: W/L/D: 20/6/4 1x X-Division Champion [Greatest EVER j/s] 1x International Champion [Title Unification] 1x European Champion 6x Cyanide Champion
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McLellan rolls over, dazed from a series of beatings at the hand of Chaos the Clown. Chaos gets to his feet, and he plays the crowd who all go insane for their champion against the tyrant. McLellan regains a vertical base, and Chaos hits him with a right hand, but Art McLellan returns one of his own! Chaos goes for a huge left, but McLellan grabs his hand!
Smith: Denied!
Art McLellan steps under and applies an arm wrench to Chaos. Chaos winces, but before he can react McLellan puts his foot on the back of Chaos' neck! Art McLellan forces Chaos face-first onto the mat, then switches from arm to leg. McLellan applies a stepover toe hold, and the Japanese fans go insane for one of their favorite holds!
Brunswick: If he used that move anywhere else, he'd be booed out of the building!
Smith: But that just doesn't matter to Art McLellan!
McLellan torques the hold again and again, leaving Chaos in agony. Finally, Art drops an elbow on the leg and gets up. He forces Chaos up, the Clown hobbling around in one place. McLellan moves in, but Chaos goes for a kick to the midsection. McLellan throws it away, but Chaos comes around with a dragon whip!
Brunswick: Athleticism!
Art McLellan shakes out the cobwebs and rushes to get back off the mat. Chaos is up, and McLellan swings a piece of table at him! He connects, but Chaos just stumbles back and locks up with the champion! He goes for a fireman's carry, but McLellan comes through and lands on his feet! Art McLellan tries for a snapmare, but Chaos rolls through and mule kicks the champion in the face!
Smith: It's like I've always said! Chaos is a dirty, mangy animal!
Brunswick: And he just took the champ's damn head off!
McLellan is stunned on the mat, as Chaos crawls over to the ropes and helps himself up. He backs out of the ring and grabs a table, then slides it into the ring! Art McLellan stirs on the mat, but as he tries to get up Chaos nails him with a running basement dropkick to the face! McLellan rolls out of the ring to regain his composure.
Brunswick: The youth and tenacity of Chaos the Clown are taking their toll on Heavy Metal Hero!
Smith: In the end Josh, the smarter man always wins! There's no doubt that that man is Arthur McLellan.
Chaos sets up the table as Art McLellan paces around outside the ring, pondering about where the match will go. Chaos yells out to the champ, and McLellan takes the bait as Chaos comes out of nowhere with a suicide plancha! Both men fall to the mat in a heap, and Chaos begins laying a beating onto the champion!
With some reserve of energy, Art McLellan flips Chaos over and begins pounding away on the challenger! Chaos tries to flip the champ again, but as he rolls McLellan shifts and hits a huge knee to the groin. The crowd boos the low blow as McLellan rolls off, chuckling under his breath. He grabs a chair, then gets a twisted look on his face as he grabs a ladder as well!
Brunswick: What is he planning now?
Smith: Something spectacular!
Chaos begins working to his feet as the front row crowd tries to warn him of the impending danger. The handful of hardcore Heavy Metal Hero fans are going wild as Chaos gets up, facing away from the champion. He turns, and Art McLellan throws Chaos the chair! As Chaos catches it on instinct, Art McLellan spears Chaos with the ladder, knocking the chair right back in his face!
Smith: Holy sh*t!
Brunswick: That was madness!
Chaos is practically out cold on the floor of the Sapporo Dome as McLellan drops the ladder. The crowd is really starting to get into the match, slowly shedding their face/heel bias. McLellan picks the groggy Chaos up and rolls him under the bottom rope. McLellan slides in himself, then picks Chaos up and puts him on the table!
Brunswick: This could be a high-risk manouver!
Art McLellan walks to the turnbuckle and begins his ascent! The crowd is chanting something foreign as Art gets to the top rope. Art McLellan comes off with a classic flying elbow drop, but Chaos rolls off at the last second! McLellan crashes through the table!
Smith: That little bastard!
Brunswick: The risk didn't pay off!
Roadies are clearing some of the ring of table debris as Chaos slowly begins to stand up. Chaos stumbles over to Art McLellan, and picks him up off the mat. He slowly but surely picks up speed toward the ropes, and he tosses the champion over and out onto the floor as the crowd is delighted!
Chaos plays the crowd as McLellan rolls over onto his back. Chaos jumps over the top rope and springboards off the middle with a moonsault from the apron! Art McLellan gets his knees up at the last second, and Chaos slams into the trap! He rolls over, obviously winded as the champion takes a moment to regain his own breath.
Brunswick: This has been all in all a hell of a match!
Smith: That's because Art McLellan is in it!
Brunswick: Not to mention PRW's own Chaos the Clown!
McLellan pulls himself up using the barricade, and a rowdy fan dumps half a beer on him! McLellan doesn't even notice the warm liquid in his hair as it mixes in with his exhausted sweat. Chaos begins crawling to his feet using the ring apron, but McLellan turns around and kicks him right in the kidneys! Chaos winces, and McLellan whips him back into the barricade!
Smith: Now it's time to pick apart the turkey! The executioner has his axe, and he's taking control!
Art McLellan slams Chaos' head into the barricade, but when he goes for a second Chaos reverses it and smashes the champion's own face in! He floors Hero again and again with multiple meetings of face and barrier, then grabs McLellan and picks him up, running across the ring area with a Jushin Lyger running powerbomb!
Brunswick: There is no control in this match! It's completely chaotic!
Smith: How ironic!
Chaos rolls away, now out of breath once again from all the exertion. The champ is half-sleeping on the mat, his body in standby as it waits for another command. Chaos gets up, and Art McLellan manages to get to his knees while he leans on the ladder that sits on the ring and barricade.
Brunswick: This match has barely gotten underway, and these two cardiac machines have drained batteries!
Chaos the Clown is up now, taunting McLellan to get to his feet. Art McLellan stands up, and Chaos takes off into a sprint. Art McLellan turns around just in time to telegraph, and on pure instinct he moves and hits Chaos with a drop toe hold that rocks the ladder! Chaos bounces off the ladder and crashes to the mat!
Smith: Heavy Metal Hero is by and large the most experienced, most mentally conditioned competitor in the world!
McLellan crawls to his feet, and as he stands up he hits a crucifix taunt with a borderline psychopathic smile spread across his face. He grabs the closest chair and stalks Chaos, who is practically catatonic after being beaned into the ladder. Chaos stirs, and the crowd is booing as McLellan hunts down his prey.
Smith: Do it! Get him!
Brunswick: If McLellan hits him here, it could be all over!
McLellan beats the chair on the floor mats, begging Chaos to get up faster. Chaos begins crawling, and he gets on one knee. He stands up, and as he turns around McLellan swings wildly for his head! Chaos ducks! The crowd goes insane as Chaos deftly dodges the haymaker swing and boots the champion in the stomach, once and then twice and then a third time, jumping up and hitting a 720 DDT onto the chair!
Smith: Oh my God!
Brunswick: What a move! That's one of the most amazing moves I've ever seen!
McLellan is in a heap on the mat as Chaos gets up and plays the crowd. His confidence is soaring as the roar of the fans pumps through his blood. Chaos hops onto the apron and taunts again, firing the crowd up to incredible levels as they suck in all the PRW innovation and violence orgies. The fans begin a heavily-accented "P-R-W" chant as Chaos walks across the apron toward the ladder platflorm!
Brunswick: The entire arena is shaking from the force of these rabid Japanese fans!
Smith: Josh, I think they might accidentally wake Godzilla!
Chaos begins carefully scaling the ladder like a tightrope as the fans stamp along to the "P-R-W" chant. The whole arena seems to be shaking as Chaos walks to the middle of the ladder. Chaos misses a step and comes crashing down, crotching himself on the rungs of the ladder!
Smith: Hahahahaha! His gambit FAILED!
McLellan stumbles to his feet, seeing his opponent with a contorted face as his balls bounce on aluminum. Chaos is stuck in place as McLellan walks over and begins climbing onto the ladder himself. McLellan pulls Chaos out of his trap and sets him up for a front suplex. In mid-air, McLellan flips Chaos around for a Falcon Arrow!
Brunswick: Shades of TAKA Michinoku! The Japanese crowd is eating him up!
Smith: Hero is ending Chaos right here! The match, the show, and even his career!
The crowd goes berserk as McLellan jumps back and hits a modified falcon arrow, sending Chaos back-first onto the ladder! The aluminum ladder cracks apart on impact as Chaos crashes to the floor with the champion! The crowd exudes a hearty "Uwaaah" as both men are lost in the rubble!
Brunswick: Oh my God! Chaos the Clown is dead! Somebody get the EMTs!
Smith: That's one of the sickest things I've ever seen! I love Japan!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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Brunswick: I seriously think that Chaos is dead, McLellan has just gone too far here tonight.
Smith: Too far? That Clown finnaly gets what he deserves! A brutal beat down at the hands of the champion, Art McLellan.
Heavy Metal Hero begins to stir, finnaly using the ring to come to his feet. He begins to walk towards the mangled pile of flesh and bone that is Chaos the Clown. McLellan yanks his opponent off of the ground by the hair, causing Chaos to chime out in pain. Chaos is on his feet now and McLellan raises his right fist high into the air, looking up at it, and comes down for a strong punch, but is surprised when his opponent grabs his hand!
Brunswick: He’s alive! He’s alive! Chaos is showing signs of life!
Smith: Damn it!
Chaos uses force to whip his opponent into the side of the ring, back first McLellan crashes into the side of the ring, almost snapping in half. Heavy Metal Hero grabs his spine and collapses to his knees in pain. Chaos has knocked the wind out of Art, and takes advantage. Feeding off of the energy from the crowd, The Clown runs at McLellan and nails him across the head with a shining wizard!
Brunswick: You just can’t keep him down!
Chaos swiftly pops back up and grabs a table, sliding it into the ring, then grabbing McLellan by the head and sliding him into the ring, following quickly after. The Skitzo begins setting up the table, not noticing Art climbing to his feet. Chaos is clobbered in the back of the head by McLellan, causing him to bend over the table. McLellan turns Chaos around and goes for a suplex, but Chaos reverses with a DDT, McLellan landing face first onto a chair that was left in the ring from before!
Brunswick: Ouch! That one’s gotta hurt!
Chaos hops to his feet and slides out of the ring, grabbing another ladder and setting it up platform style once again.
Brunswick: He’s obviously determined to use a ladder there for something!
Smith: Yeah, but if he’s not careful, there won’t be any more ladders left to end the match!
Chaos slides back into the ring and McLellan is up now and the two begin brawling. Art nails a hiptoss and Chaos, Chaos pops up and nails McLellan with a hiptoss of his own. McLellan gets up and takes down Chaos with an arm drag, Chaos rolls out of it and brings down Heavy Metal Hero with an armdrag, McLellan doing the same thing, rolling out, and the two stand off in the ring, the fans eating up the fast-paced, back and forth action!
Brunswick: Wow! Great show! These two practically mimiced eachother there!
Smith: Cause Chaos can’t be original enough to do something himself…
Chaos shrugs it off and turns around as the fans laugh, and we he goes to face McLellan again he sees a flying hunk of steel chair coming his way. He uses cat-like reflexes to duck it and trip McLellan, grabbing the chair as he falls and quickly nailing an arabian-face-buster (leg drop with chair) onto Art’s face!
Brunswick: Chaos’ speedy reflexes are making it hard for McLellan to guess his opponents next move!
Smith: Psh! Arthur is just building up that clown’s ego, then he’s gonna ram it home!
Brunswick: He’s going to have anal intercourse with him?
Smith: NO! He’s gonna win the match!
Brunswick: Oh…yeah…
Smith: You been in my conagh?
Brunswick: *burp * Ummmm…no.
Chaos rolls backwards after the move and moves the table he set up earlier into position, making sure the legs are locked. He slaps the table starting slow, then gradually accelerating as he stalks his opponent.
Brunswick: Looks like Chaos has a plan!
Smith: This isn’t looking too good for the champ…C’MON CHAMP! YOU CAN DO IT!
McLellan finally comes to his feet, shaking off the last chair to the face. He turns around, stumbling towards Chaos un-knowingly as he looks towards the mat. Once he reaches Chaos he’s met with a boot to the gut. The Skitzo wastes no time and lifts McLellan up in a suplex-type position and spins around facing the table, coming down with a sit-out face buster, Heavy Metal Hero crashing through the table, the fans erupting on the impact then beginning chats of “Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!”
Brunswick: Oh my god! The Skitzo’s back in this!
Smith: Holy sh*t! I didn’t think the punk had it in him!
Chaos hops up and prances around the ring, taunting his fans and looking down at the splintered mess that is “Heavy Metal Hero” Arthur McLellan. He runs at the closest corner and hops off the second rope, landing on the top with his legs split, causing him to spring into the air flipping backwards, connecting with a split legged moonsault.
Brunswick: And Chaos still isn’t showing any mercy! He’s in it to win it!
Smith: Yeah, but he won’t…if he does, it’s the end of PRW as we know it…
Chaos rolls out backwards off of Heavy Metal Hero, onto his feet. He whips McLellan at the ropes towards where the ladder platform is, but McLellan reverses and attempts to whip Chaos, but Chaos reverses and whips Artthur again, but Arthur grabs the ropes, stoping himself. Chaos attempts a spear onto his opponent, but Heavy Metal Hero tosses The Skitzo over the ropes.
Smith: Chaos is out of here!
Brunswick: Wait! LOOK!
Chaos hooks his legs around Arthurs neck, causing himself to be bent over the ropes facing down, his face inches away from the ladder. McLellan is freaking out, trying to fight Chaos off of his back like he was an annoying bug, but to no prevail. Chaos yells to the fans and they go for a cheap pop. Suddenly The Skitzo uses the leverage from McLellan to pry himself backwards and up a little, then flip over, grabbing McLellan around the waist, and bringing him over the ropes, crushing the champion’s head into the ladder with a front-flip piledriver (canadian destroyer)! The ladder collapses to the ground, but Chaos rolls off onto his feet before it does, grabbing his tail-bone as it does, and watches as a now slightly-bloody Art McLellan hits the ground, head over heels.
Fans: HOLY sh*t! HOLY sh*t! HOLY sh*t!
Fans 2: PRW! PRW! PRW!
Brunswick: OH MY GAAAAAAAAWHD!!!! Chaos just risked his life just to take out Heavy Metal Hero!
Smith: I told you he was crazy!
Brunswick: And it looks as if McLellan is folded up like an accordian!
Smith: Holy sh*t, I don’t care who you are, or who I’m rooting for, that was one of the craziest, most bad-ass things I have ever seen…of course, Arthur could’ve done it better!
Brunswick: Are you like, his butt-buddy or something?
Smith: What? Ummm…no…of course not…how dare you? *nervous sweat *
Chaos sets up a table and throws McLellan onto it, his lifeless body unable to disagree. The camera notices something rectangular jolting around in the Clown’s lower left pocket, but no one notices. The Skitzo sets up a ladder and climbs to the top, taunting his fans and McLellan as he prepares for a leap. He kisses two fingers and points skyward, looking up, then does a final taunt before taking a huge leap of faith, a massive flipping-senton, connecting squarely on McLellan’s chest, both men hitting the ground, crushing through the table with near-maxiumum force. Both men are in pain on the ground outside of the ring as the fans shake the Sappora Dome to it’s foundation.
Brunswick: Oh. My. God. I’m speechless, Chaos has been showing no-mercy in this match up.
Smith: He seems to have the upper hand, but not for long, McLellan’s got something up his sleeve.
Brunswick: Who knows? I just know this match won’t be continuing much longer if they keep this up!
McLellan is beginning to show signs of life when…
TBC by HMH.
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Art McLellan begins to get up, but Chaos is faster and he takes a handful of the geriatric's hair to set him erect. The crowd is in the process of going absolutely ballistic as Chaos sets McLellan up for a suplex. Art McLellan uses his body weight to hold himself down, and tries for a suplex of his own, but Chaos backslides over him and goes for the back suplex! McLellan locks on to Chaos' head, but Chaos pushes him off as he goes for a bulldog!
Brunswick: Two of the most sadistic hardcore wrestlers in PRW today, and yet, they're proving here in Japan that they can really fight it out in the ring.
Smith: That isn't what matters! We have two crazy bastards trying to kill each other, that's what matters!
McLellan turns around, but Chaos comes at him and hits a running wheel kick! McLellan goes down, and Chaos rolls through onto his feet, flying with adrenaline. He grabs the champion on the mat and sets him up in a double underhook. McLellan stands straight up, but Chaos the Clown holds his arms and is suspended on the champion's back! Chaos swings his whole body around, driving Art McLellan to the ring mats with a double underhook facebuster!
Brunswick: What a move! What a reversal!
Art McLellan is stone cold on the mat, as Chaos gets up and walks over to the closest ladder on the ground. He slides it into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, looking to go for a win in the match! Chaos begins setting the ladder up in the center of the ring, and the crowd is chanting his name the best they can with a lot of limited English in the room.
Smith: Art! You have to get up!
Brunswick: If the champ can't stop Chaos soon, this match is all over!
Art McLellan begins stirring outside the ring, but Chaos the Clown is already started on climbing the ladder. Exhaustedly, Chaos is running low on oxygen and water and adrenaline as he forces himself up every step on the ladder, like a painful, neverending stairway to heaven. Art McLellan gets to his feet outside the ring, and his champion's instinct kicks in as he throws up the devil's horns and the crowd goes insane despite itself!
Brunswick: This match now transcends all reality, the crowd is just in love with the turmoil! This is madness!
Smith: Art McLellan won't go down without a fight! He's getting his belt back tonight!
Art McLellan hurriedly begins climbing the ladder set up outside the ring! With all his might he hastily tries to navigate the ladder. Chaos looks to be alost halfway up the ladder in the ring!
Brunswick: What the hell is he planning to do from out there?
Smith: Something made of good and win!
Art McLellan is galloping his way up the ladder as Chaos gets dangerously close to the top. Chaos gets his hand on the top of the platform as Art McLellan is three quarters of the way up his ladder out of the ring. The crowd is once again chanting "P-R-W" like a bunch of madmen, barely able to pronounce the R sound in some cases.
Brunswick: The crowd is behind them both!
Chaos is standing one below the top of the ladder, and the belt is just about in his reach! Art McLellan gets to the top of the ladder with a burst of energy! Chaos grabs for the belt, his fingers brushing it repeatedly, and he snags it with two fingers but loses it again! The crowd is chanting for Heavy Metal Hero to do something, when all of a sudden Art McLellan balances himself on the very top of the ladder! He locks onto Chaos with his eyes, then takes flight off the top of the ladder with a huge flying missle dropkick! He nails the ladder right in the middle, sending it flying off into the ropes! Chaos bails out at the top of the ladder and goes crashing through the Japanese announce table from nearly twenty feet in the air!
Smith: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! He killed him again!
Brunswick: It's over! Just give Hero the belt, it's gotta be over!
Both men lie in their respective places, totally devoid of any bit of energy that might save them from this ordeal. McLellan rolls over onto his back, staring up into the blinding lights of the arena as an insignificant stream of blood and bodily fluid flows past his eyes. Chaos the Clown jerks his leg spasmodically, throwing a piece of table off of his lower body while the Japanese commentary team attempts to salvage their position despite the broken body before them.
Brunswick: I can't believe this! These two just keep fighting and fighting after everything that they throw at each other, they won't give up even though their bodies are practically deceased! They're killing theirselves for this match, for supremacy, for that belt hanging so perilous over the ring!
Smith: And Art McLellan and Chaos the Clown are going to keep fighting! They're going to fight and they'll never give up no matter how much pain they have to endure or what kind of permanent, debilitating injuries they'll recieve! These are two men who aren't marked by their talent, they're marked by their tenacity, and they'll never, ever say die!
Art McLellan rolls back onto his stomach and pushes himself off the mat with a great strain. On his knees, he nearly falls getting to his feet. He grabs the back of the ladder leaning on the ropes, and pushes it out of the ring. Miraculously, Chaos the Clown sits upright and the crowd goes absolutely insane as he breathes heavily, shallow, pained, but lively!
Smith: Holy hell, the match is getting back to where it left off!
Art McLellan steps out of the ring through the ropes and drops to the ring mats on the outside. He clears some debris out of the way as Chaos the Clown labouriously grabs onto the crowd barricade, pulling himself to his feet! McLellan goes over, and as he approaches Chaos the crowd goes nuts as the Clown throws his leg out and hits a blind low blow on the champion!
Brunswick: Look at that pure, unadulterated instinct!
Art McLellan wobbles, but with all the strength in the world he stays on one knee and grinds his teeth! He won't give up the upper hand he has right here, and the crowd is eating it up! Chaos finally gets to his feet, and the crowd is all over him in the front row as they try to touch him! He turns around, but Art McLellan suprises him with a huge right hand that rocks the dazed wrestler!
Smith: He wasn't expecting the champ to be in any condition to fight back! He's made the grave mistake of underestimating Art McLellan, even for a second!
Art McLellan hits Chaos with another right hand, but Chaos returns the favour and rocks the champion with a big right of his own! The two men start trading right hands right in front of the riotous Japanese crowd, blood and sweat being sprayed on the glory-crazed audience members!
Art McLellan hits two rights in quick succession, then the crowd winces as he hits another big right that nearly knocks Chaos for a loop. Art McLellan is in control as he pounds away on Chaos nearly in the front row, taking Chaos down to his knees! Heavy Metal Hero clubs the challenger with a few more grinding blows before grabbing his head and measuring up. Art McLellan readies his right hand and brings it down pointedly right above Chaos' eyebrow, busting him wide open with a sick crack!
Brunswick: That's sick! He just busted Chaos open with his bare hands!
Smith: There's nothing at all that McLellan won't do to destroy his opponent!
Art McLellan leaves Chaos passed out on the mat as he stumbles around Brunswick and Smith toward the ring area again. He stumbles and leans on the barricade, the crowd practically dragging him toward them like a sea of hungry squid. He ignores the flailing arms as he steps off and grabs for the ladder on the ground!
Brunswick: No! He won't do it! He's done enough!
Smith: This is what Chaos gets! This is what happens when you play villain around the Heavy Metal Hero! Justice!
Chaos gets to his feet in the corner with the crowd cheering him on. McLellan lies in wait like a hunting tiger, set to spring and pounce. Chaos the Clown leans on Brunswick's side of the announce table, dripping blood from over his eyebrow. He stumbles out into the ring area, and before he can know what's happening he gets a vicious ladder speared into his head by Art McLellan! The crowd goes absolutely insane as McLellan throws the ladder on the mats and nails a crucifix taunt!
Brunswick: Chaos is dead! Chaos is dead!
Smith: No! These men don't die! They're exactly what the champion is, what PRW is, what wrestling is! They are immortal!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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Apr 25 2007, 05:13 PM
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Brunswick: Immortal or not, Chaos has to be dead!
Smith: Nuh-uh…if you’re immortal, you can’t die…duh…but I sure hope he is, I’m tired of his painted-ass running around through PRW like he runs the place, he’s nothing more than a joke!
Chaos lies on the mat, the ladder to his left side, McLellan looking down and letting out a small chuckle. Art grabs the ladder and slides in the ring and sets it up, but as cocky as he is, throws out another crucifix taunt. The Skitzo’s life begins to flash before his eyes, when suddenly a small group of American’s begin a chant.
???1: NEVER SAY WHAT?!
???All: NEVER SAY DIE!
???1: NEVER SAY WHAT?!
???All: NEVER SAY DIE!
Chaos begins to come back to his senses as the chants from the front row continue.
Brunswick: Look like we have a few hardcore Chaos fans here in the front row with a little chant.
Smith: Man, they don’t know what they’re missing…
Brunswick: Let’s get a camera man over there, pronto.
Across the titan tron we see the up-rising group, still continuing their chant.
Brunswick: By god! That’s some of Chaos’ best friends!
Smith: He…actually…has those?
Trey Sheehan: NEVER SAY WHAT?!
Friends(all): NEVER SAY DIE!
Chaos begins to lift himself up as the arena begins to slowly shake as the Japaneese fans begin to join in, making it sound a bit distorted due to the lack of English.
Trey Sheehan: NEVER SAY WHAT?!
Chaos sits up…
Chaos: NEVER…SAY…DIE!!!!
The Skitzo’s posse begins to cheer and the rest of the arena joins in, McLellan has begun to climb the ladder now and his halfway up and looks down to see what’s going on. He’s shocked to see Chaos moving and freezes in his spot, star-struck. The Skitzo grabs a chair and leaps onto the apron, wiping the blood off of his face. He springboards up and kicks the chair into the side of McLellan, causing him to fly and land straddling the ropes, the crowd reacting with an “Oooooh”. The ladder falls forward, folding up, as Heavy Metal Hero remains on the ropes, grabbing his crotch in pain, just sitting their, an expression of maxium hurt on his face.
Smith: That is brutal…
Brunswick: More brutal than a flaming table?
Smith: Much brutaler.
Brunswick: Is that even a word?
Smith: Shuddup.
Chaos uses the ladder as a platform and runs up with the chair, springing off of it and nailing another dropkick to the champ, this time connecting squarely on the side of the head, causing McLellan to flip over to the outside, crashing to the mats.
Chaos pops up and wipes more blood off of his face and licks it clean off of his hand, sticking his tounge out and smearing the rest of the plasma onto his face, and beginning a sadistic laugh.
Smith: See?! He’s f*cking crazy!
Brunswick: They do call him The Skitzo, but I think he’s legimately insane here tonight, he’s totally lost it…they say the sight of your own blood can do that to ya.
Smith: Well at least Arthur can stay in control of himself!
Brunswick: Right, because spearing a ladder into someone’s forhead is definitely controlled and normal.
Smith: Normal for McLellan…
Chaos climbs through the ropes and begins stomping a mudhole into his opponent, and turns around for a taunt. McLellan sweeps the leg of the unexpecting clown, causing him to fall to the mats. Heavy Metal Hero pulls himself to his feet and begins returning the favor, viciously stomping his opponent. Finnaly, Chaos manages to roll away and McLellan gives up the boots and reaching for a chair.
Brunswick: Uh-oh!
Smith: Haha! YES!
McLellan comes down with the chair, but Chaos rolls out of the way. Frustrated, the champ tries again, and yet Chaos still manages to avoid. This continues for a few moments and the crowd begins to laugh, eating it up. McLellan tries yet again, but as he lifts the chair up, Chaos throws up a leg, knocking the hunk of steel into the champ’s chest, knocking him flat on his ass. The Skitzo gets up and lifts his opponent to his feet by the hair and the two begin brawling.
Brunswick: Both men showing life, beating the bloody hell out of eachother!
Smith: Quite literally, too.
Chaos starts throwing kicks, showing signs of his mild Brazillian Jiu-Jit-Su background, taught to him by his cousin, professional fighter in MMA, James Sutcliffe. One well placed blow to the gut winds McLellan, causing him to bend over and clench his abs in pain. Chaos goes for a fameasser, but the champ reverses, picking the opposition up for a powerbomb…another revearsal by Chaos as he flips McLellan over with a hurrincanrana, but due to lack of momentum, he botches it and they both land on their heads on the mat!
Brunswick: Oh my! Chaos just injured himself, too.
Smith: Who cares?! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!
Both men begin to twitch and crawl towards the ring in opposing directions. They each climb to their feet simultaneously, and slide into the ring, meeting up in the center. McLellan nails a DDT, and Chaos rolls up and hits a suplex to the champ, McLellan’s legs hitting the ladder that is still against the ropes!
Chaos takes advantage of the leg injury and rolls McLellan off of the ladder and locks attempts to lock up his legs, but McLellan struggles to avoid it. After minutes of trial-and-error by The Skitzo, he finnaly manages to lock in a near-perfect figure four leg lock!
Brunswick: Text book submission hold by the challenger!
Smith: I didn’t know he could even do technical work!
Brunswick: He said that Arthur McLellan should expect the unexpected, and he’s delivering.
McLellan moves back and forth in pain, wincing and screaming as his legs feel like they’re going to snap clear off. The fans are roaring and Heavy Metal Hero is yelling out in pain, hoping the agony will soon stop. He finnaly manages to build up the strength to roll onto his stomach and reverse the hold completely, Chaos now on the receiving end, slamming the mat in pain.
Smith: Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!
Brunswick: I must say that McLellan has just shown great ambition with that revearsal.
Chaos begins to go insane and begins laughing!
Smith: What? What’s he laughing about?!
The Skitzo starts to slam his own head into the mat, laughing with each hit as he spins back around onto his back and again applies pressure to Heavy Metal Hero. He finnaly decides that he has had his fun and breaks the hold, leaving McLellan in the ring clenching his legs. Chaos stumbles a little as he gets up, but shrugs off the ecrutiating pain. He picks up the ladder and gives Art McLellan a taste of his own medicine as he violently spears the ladder into the champ’s forehead, knocking him out cold, causing blood to drown his eyes!
Brunswick: Oh my god! OH MY GOD! McLellan receiving a taste of his own medicine!
Smith: And I thought Chaos was the druggie…
Brunswick: Huh?
Smith: Just…nevermind…
Chaos hops out of the ring, satisfied with himself, and searches under the ring. After moments of frantic searching he shows a smirk and reveals what he was looking for. He pulls out a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire and a florescent light tube, the Japaneese fans going absolutely ape sh*t!
Brunswick: Where’d he get those?! We haven’t seen him use EITHER of those weapons since his old AWR days!
Smith: And for good reason, nearly killing his opponents. But it looks like the violent mother f*cker had a plan for tonight.
The Skitzo decides to let the fans vote on what to use on his ‘victim’. He raises the chair high into the air, the fans roaring…he does the same with the lightube, receiving the same reaction. He ponders for a moment then smiles, and holds the light tube up to the chair and raises it into the air, signaling to use both and the fans are louder than before. Chaos nods and reaches into his right pocket, pulling a roll of black electrical tape and begins to afix the light onto the barbedwire chair. He finishes wrapping it up and slides into the ring, carefully placing the death-weapon in one corner, and grabbing McLellan, once again, by the hair, pulling him to his feet.
The Skitzo whips Heavy Metal Hero into the ropes and on his rebound, nails a spear, bringing down McLellan. Chaos points to the chair and the fans go apesh*t. He lifts up his own creative weapon and begins stalking McLellan. Arthur grabs something out of his jean’s deep pocket, but keeps it hidden from his opponent. As Art McLellan comes to his feet, he’s met with a hunk of steel, barbed wire, and glass to the face…but his secret is revealed as, at the same time, he swings a lead pipe at Chaos’ head! Both men go down in a pull of their own blood, collasping onto the ladder next to eachother, scarring their backs! The fans go apesh*t!
Brunswick: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! They’re both dead for sure! END THE MATCH! END THE MATCH!
Smith: Oh, it’s not over yet, Brunny…it’s just getting started!
Both men lie on the aluminum as trainers check their pulse, both alive. The trainers skiddishly leave the ring, the fans roaring. Both competitors lifeless on the ladder.
TBC by HMH.
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MasterVampireHMH: I just happen to love guzzling semen MasterVampireHMH: I am a cock juggling thunder cunt
^THIS IS WHY WE FIGHT. PRW Singles Record: W/L/D: 20/6/4 1x X-Division Champion [Greatest EVER j/s] 1x International Champion [Title Unification] 1x European Champion 6x Cyanide Champion
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Apr 26 2007, 03:32 PM
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Fuck updating things.
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Smith: I can't believe the champ and the challenger just took each other out with their own foreign objects!
Brunswick: In a normal TLC match they'd both be disqualified for using illegal weapons...but this is PRW, and WE DON'T DO THAT HERE!
Art McLellan rolls over on the mat, now with more open wounds on his forehead. He uses the ropes to pull himself up, wearing an absolute crimson mask. He leans on the top rope and turns around, catching his breath as he looks down on Chaos the Clown, whose face is smeared with dying blood cells baked in hot sweat.
Brunswick: That right there, that image, that is sadistic...that looks like something out of National Geographic! It's absolutely primal!
Smith: You see the inside of that ring? You see what happens there? That is P-R-W!
Art McLellan stumbles around the ring, trying to get his wits, and he picks up the barbed-wire-wrapped steel chair off the mat! He seems to be waiting for Chaos to get up, but after the devastating pipe shot Chaos is more than dazed. Art McLellan drops onto his back, rolling under the bottom rope and out to the floor.
Brunswick: What's he planning!
Art McLellan reaches under the ring and grabs a generic squirt bottle. He begins pouring the contents onto the chair, leaving it dripping on the mat. Art McLellan produces quickly a shining element from his pocket and with a flick of his wrist the chair ignites and is wrapped in a veil of fire!
Smith: Fire chair! Fire chair!
Brunswick: That thing is covered in barbed wire!
The Japanese fans are screaming something to the effect of "Horry Zhit" as Art McLellan picks the chair up and holds it high over his head A man in a red shirt jumps the barricade and yells at Art McLellan, then the Fire Marshall emblem on the back of his shirt gives him away. He comes toward Heavy Metal Hero to get the chair, but without a second thought Art McLellan nails him in the forehead and puts him on the floor, bleeding profusely!
Brunswick: My God! He just laid out the fire marshall! He's insane!
Smith: Holy sh*t, even I didn't think he could do that!
McLellan holds up the chair to the crowd once again, and they go doubly insane when Chaos the Clown flies over the top rope with a suicide plancha that sends him and Art McLellan crashing to the ring mats! The fire chair goes flying, sizzling on the ring mats!
Brunswick: McLellan took too long, and Chaos countered!
Chaos jumps off the mats, bursting with newfound energy as he hits a big double high five with the nearest crowd member. There is a loud, slurred "Cha-os" chant rumbling up to the rafters as the Skitzo shakes his head like a crazy man. He stumbles over to the fire chair melting the floor mats, and picks it up to the delight of the crowd!
Smith: Look out champ!
Art McLellan pulls himself up by the barricade as Chaos stalks him. Art McLellan luckily catches a glow in the corner of his eye, and he pushes off the barricade as Chaos brings the chair down hard, nearly cracking a fan! Chaos swings wildly at McLellan, but the champ avoids a second blow.
The crowd is going ballsitic as Art McLellan backs over the ring steps just in time for Chaos to bring the chair down on top of them. Chaos hops over the ring steps and McLellan trips over a ladder as he backpedals away from Chaos. Chaos brings the chair up and McLellan begs off, trying to sway Chaos from nailing him with the chair! The crowd is flipping out, but Art McLellan kicks the ladder and sends it under the feet of the approaching Chaos the Clown, tripping him up and sending him back onto the mat with the fire chair flying away again!
Brunswick: Chaos was so close! McLellan lucked out!
Smith: The tables turn again!
Art McLellan stands up and gets his hands on the fire chair. Chaos jumps off the mat like a scalded cat, and both men are left staring each other down from only a few feet away! The light from the flaming chair sets the crimson masks of the competitors aglow, and the crowd is eating up the tense staredown!
Brunswick: Who's gonna make the first move?!
Smith: Who can hope to come out unscathed in this one?!
Chaos rushes McLellan, and McLellan swings for his head but Chaos ducks and rolls! The effect is amazingly cinematic as Chaos gets to his feet. Chaos moves in again and McLellan swings himself around with a totally wild attack, and he clobbers Chaos upside the head with the flaming chair! Chaos goes down and crashes onto the mat!
Smith: He nailed him! Pure instinct!
Brunswick: Get some damn EMTs out here!
Art McLellan holds the chair high overhead, and the crowd rewards him with a hearty 'Uwaah!' as he walks over to the PRW announce table. Art McLellan lays the flaming barbed wire chair right in front of Brunny and Smith, sitting on the last remaining announce table in the arena!
Brunswick: What the f*ck?! Get that thing away from me! Get it away!
Smith: Holy hell McLellan! What are you doing?!
Brunswick and Smith retreat back a few steps as Art McLellan picks Chaos the Clown up off the mat and rolls him under the bottom rope. McLellan slides in after him, and he rips his jacket off, throwing it into the crowd to reveal his sweat-drenched Misfits tee below. McLellan hits a boot to Chaos' head, maintaining the stun on the young competitor.
Art McLellan grabs Chaos' hair and picks him up off the mat, only to recieve a jab to the midsection. McLellan hits a knee to the face of Chaos, still holding the hair as he pulls Chaos upright. Art McLellan hits a vicious headbutt to Chaos' nose, and Chaos starts bleeding even more from twin spouts!
McLellan grabs Chaos arm and begins pulling the stunned Skitzo back toward the ropes. Art McLellan climbs back through the middle ropes, grabbing him by the head and throwing on a front facelock. The crowd smells what Art is cooking as he sets Chaos up for a suplex to the outside! Art McLellan hops onto the middle rope and springboards off with a superplex, dragging Chaos over the top and sending Chaos the Clown crashing through the announce table, back-first onto the flaming barbed wire chair!
Brunswick and Smith: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!
The crowd is chanting 'Uwaaaaah!' over and over again as another accented 'P-R-W' chant starts up. Art McLellan sits up to cheers and adulation, completely exhausted with sweat running into the flowing blood all over his face. Chaos rolls over off the flaming chair, revealing a few zig-zag scars in the shape of barbed wire, semi-branded into his back. The Japanese roadies rush over with fire extinguishers and put the chair out, much to the dismay of the screaming Japanese fans.
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
24-11 (11/07/01) 1x Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling 1x PRW Tag Team Champion






















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Apr 30 2007, 10:13 PM
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ooc: sorry for the wait, been flooded with essays, homework, projects, and preparing for exams. no fancy editing, and my second shortest post (my entrance was the shortest.) clocking in at nearly 1,300 words. Blah. Anyway, here it is.
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Smith: COME ON CHAMP! Don’t waste time! YOU’VE GOT THIS THING!
Brunswick: I hate to say it, but stick a fork in him…Chaos is done. Along with our announce table.
McLellan slowly pulls himself to his feet and slides into the ring, panting, the match obviously taking it’s toll on him now. He kicks debri out of his way and lifts up the slightly-dented ladder off of the ropes and pulls it to the center of the ring, locking it into it’s up-right position, and slowly begging the long climb towards the belt.
Smith: I knew that little punk could never defeat PRW’s greatest Undisputed Champion, “Heavy Metal Hero” Arthur McLellan!
Brunswick: This match is done…and here lies the ambitious young challenger, Chaos the Clown, in a pool of his own blood…poor kid…
And at that, Chaos begins shuffling around. He wipes some blood out of his eyes, as McLellan, totally oblivious, continues to move without rapidity up the aluminum ladder, not even a third of the way up yet. Chaos is begging to get to his feet, but fails each time, collapsing back to his knees, but continuing to drag himself towards the ring. McLellan, exhausted, finnaly makes it a third of the way up the ladder.
Brunswick: It’s an absolute race. C’mon Chaos! Get in there!
Smith: McLellan’s got this won, no matter what you say.
Chaos uses the ring to lift himself to his feet and sluggishly slides into the ring. He crawls towards a corner and lifts himself up. McLellan is moving faster now, noticing his opponent is now in the ring with him. A look of shock and agony upon the champion’s face, he wences with each rut he moves, yet continues to glide up. The Skitzo slowly heads towards another ladder, setting it up only about ten inches away from the ladder McLellan is on, and begins climbing up.
Smith: Now that…that is a race!
Chaos’ energy is slowly restoring as he manages to nearly catch up with McLellan, who is now three-fourths of the way up. Both men make it to the top, McLellan first. Arthur scurries to grab the belt, but to no prevail, frantically trying before the enraged clown gets to him, but it’s too late. Chaos is level with McLellan and reaches across, hittting him with a huge right hand, opening up a cut on his forehead even more. McLellan holds onto the ladder, trying not to fall.
Brunswick: He’s holding on for dear life!
McLellan regains his stability and throws a right of his own at the Skitzo, but Chaos manages to hold on. The two begin brawling, trading blows back and forth. Chaos finnaly gets the upper hand and jumps at McLellan, grabbing him around the head and coming down to the ring with a Clown Cutter from the ladders!
Brunswick: CLOWN CUTTER! CLOWN CUTTER! OH MY GOD!
Smith: Ala ECW!
The fans roar as the two men crash upon the mat. McLellan’s face is completely covered in blood, Chaos’ back stinging, still with the barbed-wire “tattoo” left on his spine, he clenches it, rolling around frantically. Heavy Metal Hero just lies on the mat, face first in a pull of his own blood that is, like a river in a storm, gradually building up.
Chaos, still grasping his back in stinging pain, tries to ignore it, and brings himself to his feet using the ropes. He hops out of the ring, still clenching his back, and works his way through a labyrinth of tables, ladders, chairs, and debris left over from this match thus far. Chaos heads towards one of the sturdier-looking tables and slides it into the ring. The table collides with McLellans body, startling him, causing him to show that he’s still alive by rolling over. Staring into the blinding light of the arena, McLellan lies there, blood boiling on his face, the heat, adrenaline, dehydration, pain…all getting to him. The Skitzo slides under the ropes and sets up the table, locking in the legs. McLellan’s life flashes before his eyes as he lies on the ground, dazed and confused, completely out of it. A blink, and the interesting slide show of his life stops.
The Skitzo lifts his opponent off of the mat, then quickly slams him back down again. Chaos dips his fingers into the pull of blood around his opponent and brings it to his face, smearing all over, blending it with his own, then taking a little taste.
Brunswick: By god…he’s insane!
Chaos walks around the ring, showing off his insane blood lust. He taunts the fans, smearing blood all over himself. The Japaneese hardcore fans are eating it up, but it’s a big mistake on the Skitzo’s part. All of this time allows McLellan enough time to get to his feet. McLellan stumbles over to the Skitzo and taps him on the shoulder, causing him to spin around. Chaos is met with a huge right hand.
Smith: That’s right champ! You show him!
The two begin brawling, but Chaos gets the upper hand, whipping McLellan into the ropes. As Heavy Metal Hero makes his return, Chaos knocks him back to the mat with a clothesline. The Skitzo reaches into his lower right-side pocket, the same one he checked earlier to make sure whatever was in it was safe. He undoes the velcro and reaches inside.
Brunswick: What’s he got here?
Smith: I don’t know, but it can’t be good for the champ!
Chaos finnaly reveals the substances from his pocket. A package of thumb tacs, a container of lighter fluid, and a custom Zippo.
Brunswick: Oh my god…oh my god, this can’t be good…
Smith: Oh no!
Chaos poors the thumbtacs and lighter fluid upon the table with a smile on his face. He opens up the lighter and ignites it, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the table bursts into flames. A sadistic smile and chukkle upon The Skitzo’s face as he stands over his masterpeice.
The Clown picks up a seemingly lifeless Art McLellan, and turning the champ’s back to the table, he puts one of his arms across McLellan’s chest and whips one of McLellan’s limbs over his shoulders, setting up for a rock bottom sort of manuever. With one final taunt, he lifts his opponent into the air, but at the last minute before impact into the inferno, McLellan wraps his arm around Chaos’ head, bringing him down with him in a modified DDT! Both men hit the firey table, and roll around in pain as ring techies rush to put the fire out!
Brunswick: OH MY GOD!
Smith: THEY’RE DEAD!
The fans begin cheering with broken english, “Holy sh*t!” over and over and over, along with mixed translations of “PRW!”. Both men roll around for a little before each stopping in a pull of blood and slightly-burnt flesh on opposing sides of the ring. Thumbtacs in the forehead of Chaos and the back of McLellan. Both men lie lifeless in the ring.
Brunswick: I can’t believe what I just witnessed here, folks. I believe our main event is over…there’s no way they can continue.
Smith: I’m going to have to agree with you on that one, Brunny.
The two, suprisingly, begin to show movement, each slowly crawling to their respective ropes. As they try to get to their feet they fail, collapsing to their knees. After minutes of trial-and-error, the two make it to their feet and each begin to climb a ladder to the top…
TBC…
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The Meaning of bastrad...
- "HeavyMetalHero"
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MasterVampireHMH: I just happen to love guzzling semen MasterVampireHMH: I am a cock juggling thunder cunt
^THIS IS WHY WE FIGHT. PRW Singles Record: W/L/D: 20/6/4 1x X-Division Champion [Greatest EVER j/s] 1x International Champion [Title Unification] 1x European Champion 6x Cyanide Champion
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