AN: Here it is, part one. Part two will be posted by the end of the Week, if nothing goes wrong. :) I hope you enjoy.
Saturday, February 6th
Bodies by Drowning Pool
Violet Rogers: Aaaand here we are! This is the premier episode of HWF! And, boy, are things going to get crazy in here! I'm Violet Rogers, coming at you LIVE with Charlie Rocket and Cole Williams at my sides!
Charlie: You're damn right it's gonna get crazy!
Cole: Crazy H-O-T, HOT once the Foxes come out. Which they will, tonight!
Violet Society by The Exploited
The lights flash red and white repeatedly in the arena as the song blares.
Charlie: Here comes the boss-man!
Walking down the ramp to a sold-out, eleven thousand person capacity crowd, was Billie Gates Jr. His hair was black and styled into a death-rock Mohawk. He wore black, knee-high creepers with ripped skinny jeans and a sleeveless leather jacket. There were multiple rings in his ear, two on his bottom lip and one on his left eyebrow.
Cole: Billie Gates Jr. sure did a number on this Company. HWF wouldn't exist if he hadn't taken his father's place and turned it into this new, extreme setting.
Charlie: He could have at least worn a suit.
Once finally in the ring, the crowd grew quiet. Billie quickly brought the mic to his lips, a wicked grin on his lips, and yelled, "What's up motherfuckers! Welcome to HAZARDDAY NIGHT LIIIIIIIIVVVVEE!" The crowd screamed back enthusiastically.
Charlie: He's very professional isn't he?
Violet: He's hardcore, and that's what people came here for!
"Alright you crazy kids! I got some super awesome shit planned tonight; do you wanna see it?" Billie grins wider. The crowd cheers. "Do you wanna see who is Wild enough? Who is vicious enough? Who here is dangerous enough? Who here is, most importantly, DEADLY ENOUGH!" He grins maniacally at the crowd's cheering. "Well then, let's see. This first match is a qualifying match for the Deadly Enough Championship!" Billie slides out of the ring hops in a chair by the announcers.
Charlie: I can't wait to see which two Wolves are about to go at it!
Cole: Hey, it could be a Fox and a Wolf.
Violet: Or, a Fox and a Fox. Both the female and male roster is eligible!
I Hope You Suffer by AFI
"The following contest is set for One Fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, weighing in at 230 lbs, Jason Sabre!" A young man with messy black hair walks out, wrapping tape around his wrists. His jeans are black and he also wore a dark hoodies and some tennis shoes. Once in the ring, he takes his hoodies off and tosses it somewhere. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and forms his fingers into a gun, pointing it at the crowd.
Violet: Well, I'm liking the match so far.
Charlie: … But it hasn't started yet?
Cole: She means the Jason guy is hot.
Charlie: Well he has terrible fashion sense.
Worlds Apart by CFO$
"And his opponent! Weighing in at 185 pounds, from Montreal, Canada, The Canadian Daredevil, Daniel Tyson!"
His hair was short, brown and curly and his eyes blue. His attire consisted of red and white tights with maple leaves on both sides and black boots. He had a t-shirt on saying, "DS- Canadian Daredevil."
Violet: Well… He is definitely Canadian.
Cole: What gave it away?
The bell rings, and the very second he does, Jason charges at Daniel with a clothesline and goes for the cover.
1..
And a kick out.
Charlie: Whoa! That was out of nowhere!
Cole: He was quick as a bullet. I guess that's why he made the finger-guns.
Jason rolled off of Daniel, and Daniel hopped to his feet. Daniel hits the dropkick, and Jason staggers back into the ropes. Daniel runs at him and does a jumping clothesline, sending Jason to the floor.
Violet: Well, that was rude.
Charlie: It was a good clothesline is what it was.
When Jason stands back up, Daniel does a hook-shot diving DDT, planting Jason's head right on the floor.
Cole: Ouch! That's hard concrete, on the head. That's a concussion waiting to happen.
Daniel walks over to Jason and pulls the man to his feet. He drags him back to the ring and rolls him in before sliding in himself. He goes for the cover. 1…2… kick out. Daniel rolls away from Jason and stands while the taller man rises.
They circled each other for a moment and then locked up. Daniel manages to get the advantage and puts Jason in a chinlock. He then proceeds to do a headlock takedown, keeping the pressure on the chinlock hold. Jason, seemingly annoyed by this, slaps Daniel's arms several times before punching him in the mouth. Daniel lets go and scoots away, holding his mouth. He rolls outta of the way of a basement dropkick from Jason and stands up. Jason remains on the ground, his hands flat on the mat as if he's getting ready to get into push up position. Daniel eyes him warily. Jason rolls onto his back and kips up. When he turns to face Daniel, the shorter man hits him with an enzuigiri.
Charlie: Ooh, right to the head!
Daniel goes for the cover. 1…2 and a kickout. Once Daniel is back on his feet, Jason tackles him back to the ground and starts wailing on him with punches and repeatedly slamming Daniel's head to the mat.
Violet: Sabre sure is violent.
Jason stands and pulls Daniel with him and hits him with a clothesline. He drags Daniel to his feet and does another clothesline. Again, he brings Daniel to his feet, but this time, he attempts to irishwhip him into the corner. Daniel reverses it, and whips Jason into the corner. He runs up to Jason and climbs onto the middle rope. He performs a diving DDT before getting back up and climbing onto the turnbuckle.
Cole: Oooooo, what's he going to do here?
Daniel does a beautiful moonsault and lands perfectly. He goes for the pin on Jason. 1…
Charlie: He has got this! Did you see that move? He's call it the Canadian Special.
2…
Violet: Aw, c'mon.
Kick out!
Violet: YES!
Charlie: Are you kidding me?!
Cole: I thought he had that, to be honest.
Daniel goes to roll Jason over, but Jason kicks him in the face, before standing and performing a double-knee facebreaker. Daniel hits the ground and Jason covers. 1…2… and a kick out.
Cole: The next person who kicks out at 2, I'm calling them John Cena.
Jason stands and does a basement dropkick on Daniel, who'd been in the middle of standing up. Dazed, he goes to stand once again, and Jason aims his fingers at him in a gun.
Violet: Look at that! He's got something planned!
Jason backs away to the ropes and then runs, grabs Daniel by the head and does a jumping cutter(Final Blow *RKO*). He slides around and hooks the leg for the count. 1…
2…
3…
Violet: YES! LET'S GO SABRE!
Charlier: Violet, calm down.
Cole: I think you're just mad because the guy with "bad fashion sense" won.
Violet: That was an awesome match regardless of who won! Alright guys, we'll be back after this short break!
Commercial Break
A small, thin girl in a cute, doll-like dress is seen walking through the hall. She is minding her own business when she suddenly bumps into someone much taller than her. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she says cheerfully. She looks up at the person and smiles. The man, who is definitely seven feet and has long blonde hair and green eyes, says nothing. He instead just stares down at her. The thin girl shrugs before skipping past him. The man turns to watch her go. "Rhage, let's go." A man, who is just as tall as Rhage, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, gestures for him to follow.
Violet: Well, that was weird.
Cole: Ya know, I kinda don't care because up next is A FOXES MATCH!
Charlie: It's not just any Fox match. This match is for the Foxxx Fire belt!
Violet: The most prestigious belt, specifically for Foxes. It's red, gold and orange glory!
Violet: I heard two of the Divas won't be performing in this tonight because they want to participate in a different match.
Cole: Which two?
Violet: No idea.
*Backstage*
A man with a blonde buzz cut and blue eyes stands, leaning against a wall, wearing skinny jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. Another man, this one platinum blonde and of a slighter build, walks past him while eating a hot dog. A few seconds pass, and the platinum blonde walks backwards back into the scene, this time the viewers getting a better look at his Street Punk appearance. He wore a Dead Kennedys t-shirt underneath a worn, sleeveless leather jacket along with black bondage pants and converse. He stood there staring at the buzzcut man before saying, "What's your name?" He has an obvious Russian accent.
"Kyle Steven," the man replies. The Russian Punk nods a few times.
"I'm Luka. Heard you got metal plates in ya neck, yeah?" Luka raises an eyebrow and takes another bite of his hotdog. Kyle nods, unphased.
"Yeah. I do."
"Cool…" A few Seconds pass. "Wanna be friends?" Luka tosses his half-eaten hotdog somewhere off-screen. Kyle shrugs.
"Sure."
*Announcer table*
Violet: Did we just see an alliance formed? Already? On the first meeting? Those two hotties? Nice.
Charlie: Do you even know what those two "hotties" are, Violet?
Violet: Of course I do! Luka was crazy popular in the Indies, and Kyle has a whopping 11 years of experience!
Charlie: Just checking…
Cole: You mean, just being low-key sexist….
"The Following Match is a Battle Royal for The Foxx Fire Championship!"
Cole: Oh boy, oh boy!
Violet: This is about to be one hell of a match. All of that female-ness at the same time? It's gonna be a royal Bitch Fest.
Charlie: …Isn't that your gender you're talking about?
Violet: Exactly! I have firsthand knowledge!
"Once the first two competitors are in the ring, one by one the rest will follow after Seven minutes! The match will be over when there is only one Fox left standing!"
Ain't No Sunshine(Instrumental) by DMX
"Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana: Ms. Mercy!"
A woman with dark skin and long, wild hair walks out and smiles. She wears a white sports' bra and long, white pants. On either side of the legs, it says "Mercy." She walks down the ramp and shakes hands with various fans.
Charlie: Wow, she sure is nice! Look at her!
Cole: Watch out everyone, she's gonna kill you with kindness! I do like nice girls…
Violet: Oh whatever, guys.
Ms. Mercy stands in the corner, a bright smile on her face, calm and ready. She even shakes hands with the announcer, Mary Jane. The redhead smiles at Ms. Mercy before raising the mic to her lips.
Cole: Look, she's even charmed Mary.
Fear Nothing by CFO$
"And her first opponent! From… Wherever she wants: Astrid Stryker!
Astrid Stryker comes out into the ring and poses something similar to Justin Gabriel before she goes running down the ramp. She high-fives several fans and then slides into the ring. She climbs onto a turnbuckle and spreads her arms out. She hops down and crouches in the corner.
Violet: Ya know what? I like her clothes. The crop-top really shows off the muscle definition in her arms and abs.
Charlie: It's… a lot of plaid.
Cole: Her leather jacket says "werewolf call" on the back, do you see that? Is she a werewolf?
The bell rings to signal the start of the match.
Charlie: Right…because…werewolves exist…
Ms. Mercy and Astrid head towards each other, but Ms. Mercy sticks out her hand for a handshake.
Violet: Okay, what is she doing?
Charlie: Being respectful.
Astrid warily shakes hands with Mercy, only for Mercy's grin to turn crazed.
Cole: Uh-oh
Mercy pulls Astrid and headbutts her in the mouth. Astrid stumbles backwards and glares at Mercy, while the other woman only grins. Astrid runs toward Mercy, but the dark-skinned woman connects with a superkick that knocks Astrid off her feet.
Charlie: Whoa, that kick could've taken her head off!
Violet: How very respectful.
Mercy goes to cover, but Astrid punches her and rises to her feet. She grabs Mercy's wrist and whips her into the ropes. Mercy bounces off them and comes running back. Astrid goes for the clothesline, which Mercy ducks around and instead she hooks her arm around the taller woman's neck in a sleeper hold attempt. Astrid flips Mercy over her shoulder and puts Mercy in a sleeper hold instead.
Cole: Nice reversal there!
Mercy works her way into a standing position before abruptly falling back down again, causing Astrid to bite her through her tongue. Mercy grins and backs crawls away from Astrid, the taller woman spitting blood onto the canvas.
Violet: I'm not cleaning that up.
Charlie: Hey, she's bleeding! Have a little heart!
Violet: Is this not HWF?
Voices by Rev Theory
Cole: Oh boy, it's time for the next Fox!
A rather tall woman with shaggy black hair and vibrant blue eyes walks out carrying a baseball bat, a very large grin on her face. She wore black cargo pants with a chain looped through them and a black shirt and jacket. Her shirt says "Venomous" in silver lettering.
Charlie: Why does she have a bat…?
Cole: That is Blake King. She's kinda crazy…my kind of crazy.
Violet: Do you need some water, you seem a little thirsty?
Blake runs to the ring and slides in, looking back and forth between the two women already there. Mercy and Astrid both watch Blake carefully as the baseball-wielding woman stood fully.
Charlie: I guess we've come to something of a stalemate.
Cole: No one wants a hit from that bat.
*commercial break*
Violet: And, we're back everyone! And to those just tuning in, things have gotten…out of hand….
Charlier: That's a way to put it.
"TAAAAAAAP!" Blake screams from inside the ring, her knee pressed to the back of Ms. Mercy, and her chain wrapped tight around the darker-skinned woman's neck.
Cole: Well let's see what you all missed during the commercial break.
*Replay shows Blake running at Astrid and striking her with the bat. Astrid falls and rolls out of the ring while Mercy charges at Blake from behind, locking a sleeperhold. Blake backs into a turnbuckle, effectively getting free from Ms. Mercy. She then sets Ms. Mercy up for the "submission hold" now currently applied*
Charlie: Is this even legal?
Violet: At HWF, most things are legal. So, yeah it's legal!
Mercy screams, and pulls at the chain, attempting to get some space between it and her neck. Blake yanks it back, refusing to let it loosen. Unfortunately for her, she fails to see Astrid climbing back into the ring from behind.
Cole: She better watch oooouuutt….
Astrid does a running knee strike to the back of Blake's head, allowing Mercy to roll away gasping. Astrid howls like a wolf while Blake grabs at her head, laying on her stomach on the ground.
Charlie: Did she just Howl?
Cole: She's going up, look!
The self-proclaimed "best in the world" Fox stood on the turnbuckle, getting ready to jump. Ms. Mercy then ran up and pushed her off the turnbuckle, causing Astrid to fall to the concrete. Flipping her hair out of her face, Mercy turns to look at Blake, a grin spreading across her face. She waits for Blake to get on her hands and knees before sprinting over to her and doing a knee-strike to the side of the head.
Violet: Whoaaa! She's definitely out!
All The Things She Said by T.A.t.u
Charlie: Another Fox is coming out!
Cole: Look at that body paint though….It's pretty hot.
Flair ran to the ring, lavender hair flying behind her. Sliding in, she was instantly to her feet and ran at Mercy with a Spear.
Charlie: Did you see the impact on that spear? Mercy just got the life knocked out of her!
Flair goes for the pin. 1…2…3
Violet: And Ms. Mercy is out!
Flair rolls Ms. Mercy out of the ring and "dusts" herself off. She lets out a scream when she feels herself being lifted by none other than Blake King.
Violet: What's Blake trying to do here…?
Blake has Flair across her shoulders in the Bitch Breaker(Torture Rack), and Flair screams out in pain.
Cole: She's got the submission locked in! Will Flair tap?
Violet: She better watch out for Astrid!
Just as warned, Astrid grabs Blake from behind and does a release German Suplex, effectively tossing both Blake and Flair. Astrid arches her back and howls, the crowd howling back.
Violet: What an amazing show of strength!
Charlie: Why am I the only one who cares that she just HOWLED?
Astrid lifts Flair to her feet, spins her around, and German Suplexes her again, this time without releasing. She raises her and Flare both to their feet and this time does a Dragon Suplex that transitions into a wheelbarrow neckbreaker.
Cole: She's just tossing Flair around like a ragdoll!
She goes for the pin, and out of nowhere Blake runs at her and hits the Blake Stomp (curbstomp), laying Astrid out right next to Flare. Blake flicks her hair over her shoulder and pins Astrid. 1…2….3!
Violet: Astrid's out!
Blake slides over to Flair and goes for the pin. 1…2…3!
Cole: That's a double elimination right there!
BO$$ by Fifth Harmony
Azariah Haze steps out and makes her way to the ring, taking her time. Her long, curly, purple hair bounced with every step. She had on a dark purple bra that laced across her chest and wore low-rise shorts with a studded belt. There were shades on her face. Blake watched her enter the ring, unimpressed. Azariah shifted her shades down a bit to look at Blake, before taking them completely off. Blake smirked and reached down to grab her chain that was lying on the ground.
Charlie: We've seen what Blake is capable of with that chain!
Without wasting any time, Blake swung the chain at Azariah. The purple-haired woman rolled out of the way and stood, bouncing off the ropes and coming at Blake with a jumping punch to the jaw.
Violet: She has great athletisicm!
Azariah hit Blake with a few more punches before landing a dropkick. Blake, not so easily taken out, rolls to her feet. Azariah was ready though, and does a head-scissor takedown. She hooks the leg and goes for the pin. 1…2…kick out.
*commercial break*
Charlie: Blake might just have to tap out.
"Like A BO$$" (Rope-hung Boston Crab) is locked in on Blake by Azariah. Blake digs her nails into Azariah's legs, but the shorter woman keeps the hold. "BOW DOWN TO THE BOSS!" Azariah exclaims angrily.
Born to Die by Lana Del Rey
The same small, thin girl from earlier skips out and pauses on the stage.
Violet: …that is a child.
Charlie: How does she plan on wrestling in a dress?
Cole: Her name is Chiyo, and she actually comes from a quite profound wrestling lineage.
Charlie: I repeat: How is she going to wrestle in a dress?
Chiyo proceeds to unbuckle and unsnap several parts of her dress, and takes it off, piece by piece, and layer by layer. The Crowd, who was already terribly loud, screams just a bit more.
Cole: YES! Look at that, she's stripping!
Violet: Hey, stagehand? You got any water? There is some extreme dehydration that should be remedied here.
Chiyo is soon in nothing but a white, sleeveless, leotard that had giant pink, pastel flowers on it. Her boots were black with white laces, and knee high. She then begins to skip down to the ring, and around to where Azariah has Blake trapped. She does a spinning elbow to Azariah's face, causing "the BO$$" to release her hold and fall down and onto the floor. Blake falls to her knees on the mat while Chiyo climbs onto the announcer table.
Cole: This is great.
Violet: Shut-up.
Chiyo runs and jumps, hooking Azariah and planting her with a DDT.
Charlie: I swear everyone just wants to break each other's skulls!
Chiyo giggles and helps a dazed Azariah to her feet. She whips the purple-haired woman into the ring, and climbs in herself. On the other side, Blake watches with a calculating gaze as Chiyo pins Azariah. 1…2…3!
Charlie: How do you think Chiyo plans to take out someone a foot taller than her?
Cole: I wouldn't underestimate my girl Chiyo. She's got some really good moves.
Chiyo smiles as she stands and waves excitedly at Blake. Still on the wary side, Blake watches as Chiyo leans against the ropes lazily and smiles. Chiyo raises an eyebrow. "Are you scared?" she mouths, looking genuinely concerned for a moment, before smiling again.
Violet: Is this some type of mind game Chiyo likes to play?
Blake and Chiyo slowly approach each other. Blake suddenly lunges at Chiyo, wrapping her hands around the small girl's throat and lifting her off her feet. Chiyo's feet kick wildly below her while Black laughs and walks towards the turnbuckle. Chiyo swings her foot up and catches Blake in the chin, breaking the hold. To the still-standing Blake, she does a tilt-a-whirl huricanrana, and runs to the other side of the ring, jumps on the middle rope, and does her specialty, "Ultraviolence" (Slingshot, twisting clotheslines).
Charlie: Did you see how Blake hit the canvas like a brick?
Cole: The bigger you, are the harder you fall…
Chiyo skips to the opposite side of the ring as Blake groggily sits up. She runs and does a sliding clothesline and goes for the pin. 1…2…kick out! Chiyo hops to her feet and runs back to the ropes before coming at Blake again. Blake had managed to get to her feet and performs a Blake Bomb (pop up power bomb), slamming Chiyo to the mat. She goes for the pin. 1…2…kick out!
Chiyo quickly grabs Blake's head and brings her knee up to connect with the taller woman's temple. She rolls to her feet and waves at the crowd happily, getting some cheers back. She turns back to Blake and hooks her leg overtop Blake's neck, and hooks her other leg with Blake's leg, and begins to wrench the arm back.
Cole: CRUEL WORLD (Octopus Stretch) LOCKED IN! CRUEL WORLD LOCKED INNNNNNNN! BLAKE IS GONNA TAP RIGHT HERE!
Charlie: Cole, sit down.
Blake falls to her knees, her free hand clenched in a fist. Chiyo smiles and yanks Blake's arm back a few times, until Blake finally rapidly taps Chiyo's thigh.
Cole: AND SHE TAPS!
Violet: Aw, come on! Blake was doing real freaking great!
Afro Puffs by Lady of Rage
A brown-skinned woman with two, large, afro puffs walks out, wearing an all Black, leather attire. The jacket was sleeveless. As Blake slid out of the ring, Chiyo waved enthusiastically at Roxie and then at the audience.
Billie Gates Jr., who was still sitting by the announce table, lifted a mic to his lips. "Let's bring these Foxes out a little faster!" He makes a 'hurry up' gesture with his hand.
Freak Like Me by Halestorm
A tan, blonde girl with hazel green eyes, dressed in a ripped up tee-shirt and jeans, comes jumping out. "LET'S GET READY TO ROCK!" She runs straight past Roxie and into the ring, ready to get Chiyo.
Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch
With short, white hair and red eyes, Pandora was quite the sight, although she was dressed rather ordinarily with a long-sleeve shirt, jeans and black-and-white sneakers.
Billie looks annoyed and talks into the mic again. "Bring 'em all out here! I wanna see them all kill each other, alright?!"
Charlie: This was supposed to be a progressive Battle Royale!
Cole: Yeah, but Billie's making it more interesting.
Violet: Unfortunately, we have to take a quick break! We'll be right back!
*commercial break*
And that's the first part. Continuation of the Battle Royale will be in part two along with 2 or 3 more matches and some interviews! See you soon.
Zane Shadow, out.
