The titantron flashes with a white light and the crowd roar with a lust for violence.
Four words begin to flash on the screen...
WELCOME
TO...
LETHAL
CONTACT!
The LCW Wednesday Night Fatality theme, 'Psychosocial', began to play as the lights slowly came on over the ring. Slowly, corner by corner, the lights flickered on.
In the centre of the ring stood an unusual sight. Rather then just Saint Joey, ready to deliver an opeining message for the first episode of LCW: Lethal Contact Fatality, there was also something else. A large pole stood in the middle of the ring, with various other parts to it. It was covered by a large white rag.
Saint Joey grinned menacingly as he lifted a microphone to his mouth. A slight static noise and a screech could be heard, which Joey waited to disappear before beginning to speak...
Saint Joey: "Ladies... Gentlemen... If I dare call you that... Welcome to the first ever show, brought to you by LCW: LETHAL CONTACT! We promise you a show like no other, to bring a new wave of violence to the slew of average federations that are hitting the states, like garbage hitting the floor!
And as such, I promised to bring something new to wrestling. So without further adieu... I give you our opening segment..."
Joey grinned as he stepped back, gripping the rag with both hands. With one firm tug, he pulled the sheet off of the equipment.
In case you haden't figured it out by the title, the rag was covering gallows. But these gallows were different. Instead of the usual rope used to hang it's victims, these gallows had barbed wire, flowing down and around the neck of a very unfortunate person...
The person? Oh, just one of Joey's old friends. His name was Dengo. He wrestled in EEW for a few months, but left when he was placed on death row for 'undisclosable reasons.' aka killing people in his basement... with salad tongs.
Joey grinned as he once again lifted the mic to speak.
Saint Joey: "I PROMISED to start things off with a bang! And, like the God I am, I SHALL NOT go against my word! The Saint Has Spoken!
THIS... IS... LETHAL - ******** - COMBAT!"
Joey swept underneath the gallows, next to wear Dengo was stood. No mask was given to Dengo as the lever was pulled, making him fall, yet not far enough to snap the poor man's neck. The barbs on the wire pierced the flesh in his neck, and went through his throat as blood gushed out. He tried to scream, but all he could manage was a blood-drenched cough. He struggled, but as he did the barbed wire pushed deeper into his body. Adding insult to injury, Joey stood laughing as this happened. He waved sarcastically as fountains of blood poured from Dengo, and laughed as he finally breathed his last breath and the life left his now broken body...
Joey: "Haha... Well, ladies and gentlemen... If I dare call you that... Welcome to LCW! Someone clean this s**t up! Let the first match begin!!"
With the first senseless slaughter now over, the screen faded as cleaners pushed the gallows over the top rope, not even bothering to fish dengo's body out of the wreckage as it lay at the side of the ring.
Four words begin to flash on the screen...
WELCOME
TO...
LETHAL
CONTACT!
The LCW Wednesday Night Fatality theme, 'Psychosocial', began to play as the lights slowly came on over the ring. Slowly, corner by corner, the lights flickered on.
In the centre of the ring stood an unusual sight. Rather then just Saint Joey, ready to deliver an opeining message for the first episode of LCW: Lethal Contact Fatality, there was also something else. A large pole stood in the middle of the ring, with various other parts to it. It was covered by a large white rag.
Saint Joey grinned menacingly as he lifted a microphone to his mouth. A slight static noise and a screech could be heard, which Joey waited to disappear before beginning to speak...
Saint Joey: "Ladies... Gentlemen... If I dare call you that... Welcome to the first ever show, brought to you by LCW: LETHAL CONTACT! We promise you a show like no other, to bring a new wave of violence to the slew of average federations that are hitting the states, like garbage hitting the floor!
And as such, I promised to bring something new to wrestling. So without further adieu... I give you our opening segment..."
Joey grinned as he stepped back, gripping the rag with both hands. With one firm tug, he pulled the sheet off of the equipment.
In case you haden't figured it out by the title, the rag was covering gallows. But these gallows were different. Instead of the usual rope used to hang it's victims, these gallows had barbed wire, flowing down and around the neck of a very unfortunate person...
The person? Oh, just one of Joey's old friends. His name was Dengo. He wrestled in EEW for a few months, but left when he was placed on death row for 'undisclosable reasons.' aka killing people in his basement... with salad tongs.
Joey grinned as he once again lifted the mic to speak.
Saint Joey: "I PROMISED to start things off with a bang! And, like the God I am, I SHALL NOT go against my word! The Saint Has Spoken!
THIS... IS... LETHAL - ******** - COMBAT!"
Joey swept underneath the gallows, next to wear Dengo was stood. No mask was given to Dengo as the lever was pulled, making him fall, yet not far enough to snap the poor man's neck. The barbs on the wire pierced the flesh in his neck, and went through his throat as blood gushed out. He tried to scream, but all he could manage was a blood-drenched cough. He struggled, but as he did the barbed wire pushed deeper into his body. Adding insult to injury, Joey stood laughing as this happened. He waved sarcastically as fountains of blood poured from Dengo, and laughed as he finally breathed his last breath and the life left his now broken body...
Joey: "Haha... Well, ladies and gentlemen... If I dare call you that... Welcome to LCW! Someone clean this s**t up! Let the first match begin!!"
With the first senseless slaughter now over, the screen faded as cleaners pushed the gallows over the top rope, not even bothering to fish dengo's body out of the wreckage as it lay at the side of the ring.
