Post by themorbidwolf on Oct 30, 2024 12:54:43 GMT -5
We've all heard the phrase "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." But what happens when there isn't any more good left? The road then would be paved to hell with bad intentions which is where the road now leads us. After the current events a lot of people thought Wolf wouldn't show his face for Havok, but that's where they would be wrong. His opponent is somebody he's definitely be looking to get his hands on for a while, but it never worked out. You really have to love with the stars align with this one.
Before we get to the favorite moment of the roster, me just completely going off the rails in a WTF moment I'm here to provide just a little more context into just how we get into the top cage. Well, obviously there will be one door allowing us to enter the top cage, but after we enter that door will be welded shut. Forcing us to cut our way out of the bottom fencing part, and so the second, until we reach the bottom where the ring is. This will be the fastest forty-five minutes you've ever seen in your life. Now let's get to the fun part. I'll be facing the one, and the only holder of the Revival title briefcase Shawn Savage. He, and I have some business to settle. After this match it will be settled whether anybody agrees with that assessment or not.
The last time we saw Wolf and Shawn Savage in the same arena it was the first Revival title that Wolf lost, and after the second his track record wasn't looking very good, but that aside the focus was now on Halloween Havok, and the road to hell was upon us. In a triple cage match, that gave its competitors free access to weapons that would be hanging inside the cell walls. While also challenging those same competitors to race to the bottom, and also bring any of the previous weapons with them, get to the bottom, and use whatever advantages you had to get the pin fall. This match would not be for the faint of heart. It was destined to be bloody, and could possibly change the landscape of the EPW. Soon EPW would have a new match to test the mettle of its competitors.
Shawn Savage, I haven't forgotten, although you've probably forgotten this face. You spit white claw into my face to gain an advantage over me. Ironic that now you're standing before me in the Stairway to Hell. The most exciting race to the bottom you've ever seen. While also forcing you to survive any way you can. I have to also tell you I'm pretty disappointed in you as well. You've been absolutely silent so I'm going to strike while I can, and let the chips fall where they may. Knowing you a lot of the weapons they're going to hang on the cage walls are white claw coolers. While I have a minute I wanted to tell you that White Claw is the shittiest thing you could possibly ingest while looking for an alcoholic beverage to consume. It doesn't matter how much White Claw you drink or spit in my face in this match. The only thing pouring out of your head will be blood. So much in fact I'll probably escape this match before you. Fold you up like a metal chair, get the three count, and leave you wondering what happened while you're still bathing in White Claw. Now, there are some other implications to. You've been pining after our owner Britt. While that may or may not come to pass, seeing you unable to defend yourself will go along way in securing my revenge. Also your tag team journey, runs straight through this match. Let's see if you can actually understand with that broken English you tried to pass off in the build up for Danger. I'll put it in another way you can understand. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being selective, but you can't afford to be selective. So you can either make it about the competition, or for the pay check, but I'll show the whole world that the Revival title champion is nothing but a goddamn joke! I can't lie man I'm hyped up. I can feel the energy coursing through my veins. It's that big fight feel. The implications regarding yourself, and that World Title are huge. If I were Donnie Harris I'd be paying really close attention to this match. How attentive you are in this match could dictate the attention you dictate to everybody else. Which from what I've seen is very limited. I'm not a limited engagement as you can tell. I put myself out there, and I'm not afraid to take on all comers. Win, or lose, I'm the work horse of the EPW. I have no more room for humanity, and we all know who we can thank for that. While I leave you to ponder that, you had better figure out a way to survive. I do have some experience in this match. There will be a ref in this match. Waiting at the bottom for us. He's there to count the one, two, three, and that's the extent of this duties. All I ask is that you do not have me hunting you down because we know what that will entail. I'll have your whole family at ringside, and I will run them through the process of the Stairway to Hell with no time limit, and nobody wants that. Well nobody except for me.
I'm backstage in St. Augustine. I have all of these executives coming to be to fine tune the details for the Stairway to Hell for EPW, and my thought process is even if my vision isn't on display exactly it will be okay. I've seen that EPW knows what its doing so this introduction to Halloween Havok will be worth every moment I was able to bring this to them. I'm biding my time. I have my ear phones in a Lamb of God gives me a renewed sense of not only patience but motivation. The undercard for this match was simply amazing. Every match type was going to be a banger, but I was hoping my match would be the show stealer. It definitely had the potential to be.
Shawn, we've never had much association, and I believe that is all because of this view I have of you. It truly may be unfair, but its all fair game to me because you've given me nothing else to work with. What I want you to go is put the bag of Lays Classic Potato chips down, drag your fat lazy ass off of the couch, and show the fuck up. I will not have the next potentially greatest match type in the EPW fucked over by you just because you choose to get your red wings over a contractual obligation to your job. Just in case you fucks don't know what getting your red wings is, allow me to educate. Its when you eat a girl out while she is on her period. You're welcome. I actually know of somebody who did that. I say this because I'm not here to judge you disgusting fucks. I'll just make fun of you to your face, while you try to figure it out. That's the type of stand up guy I am. I never understood your last name either. Whether its your actual name is something I'm less interested in.
I decide to walk out to the empty arena. I see the walk away trying to imagine all of the fans I'm going to intimidate that night. How nobody can stop me. How its time to go to war. How proud of myself for getting here. How everybody else would equally feel the same, and even if they didn't all I really had to think or say all along was fuck'em. Fuck em until they cease to exist to you. That was the real way of the world, and you shouldn't believe anybody who tells you different. The world was so much better with a fuck it all attitude, or the fact that was your only method of survival.
Seriously Shawn, I honestly don't know why you decided to participate if you were going to sit on the sidelines. That's not a very sound strategy to success because eventually its going to come back to bite you in the ass like right now. Right fucking now to be exactly. You, in your mind may decide to do it for the paycheck because you're not getting anything. Right? Well then that means I'm getting everything you passed on. You deciding to attend your local ho'down means that when I beat you I'm basically the uncrowned Revival title champion. Because losing this match against me, means that you're a paper champion. It's why you'll lose when you do finally cash in. But, your mind is made up right? You really disappoint me Shawn. I knew the competition was going to get stiff. We've had an influx of new faces. Personally, I love that, but professionally, it means that its more work, and that is what truly keeps me busy. I'm just a regular human, and I can't force you to show up. But when the match inevitably goes down it means I get to conquer both. Without a challenge in sight. Doesn't that make you happy? It sure as shit makes me happy. Let's talk a little bit about experience. It definitely means more when you know your landscape, and have been there before. This is my first Stairway to Hell in EPW. But, I've been in three of these previously. I've won two of them, and lost one. If you're looking for the perfect environment to hurt your opponent, while proving that you're also the fastest strategist in the world of professional wrestling this match is definitely made for you. It's also made for you to make improvements to it if you wish. We're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's see what happens when we add up all of the factors we know about, and the factors we don't. It's going to be fun to speculate on this one. I'll be in rare form that evening as well. I love Halloween. It's my favorite time of the year. So in keeping with the traditions of Halloween. The night before is called Devil's night, and you better believe I'm going to have a party tonight. Because I'm the devil, and I'm going to drag you all to hell with me!
Survival of the Fittest. We've all heard this in many forms of media, but especially in pro wrestling. It's the theater that we build ourselves upon, and one thing was for sure. None of us would ever be the same after Halloween was over. We'd have the same old tired worn out people trying to convince you that they were too elite to even challenge you. That level of bullshit was next level, and that was the type of garbage that that brought this business down. Not built it back up. Toxicity existed in the world of professional wrestling, and that toxicity existed in my veins. I was trying, but those moments within were fading fast. I could no longer implore the powers that be to get rid of this type of cancer running amok. However, I did know I could cut a lot of it out by putting an end to Shawn Savage. Damaging his career would only propel mine forward.
A Stairway to Hell, I'd definitely be rushing toward that spot. To set a new fastest time to beat, and to see if anybody could actually come claim a new time, but the best part of this match was definitely exposing Shawn Savage for being a no talent hack!
Before we get to the favorite moment of the roster, me just completely going off the rails in a WTF moment I'm here to provide just a little more context into just how we get into the top cage. Well, obviously there will be one door allowing us to enter the top cage, but after we enter that door will be welded shut. Forcing us to cut our way out of the bottom fencing part, and so the second, until we reach the bottom where the ring is. This will be the fastest forty-five minutes you've ever seen in your life. Now let's get to the fun part. I'll be facing the one, and the only holder of the Revival title briefcase Shawn Savage. He, and I have some business to settle. After this match it will be settled whether anybody agrees with that assessment or not.
The last time we saw Wolf and Shawn Savage in the same arena it was the first Revival title that Wolf lost, and after the second his track record wasn't looking very good, but that aside the focus was now on Halloween Havok, and the road to hell was upon us. In a triple cage match, that gave its competitors free access to weapons that would be hanging inside the cell walls. While also challenging those same competitors to race to the bottom, and also bring any of the previous weapons with them, get to the bottom, and use whatever advantages you had to get the pin fall. This match would not be for the faint of heart. It was destined to be bloody, and could possibly change the landscape of the EPW. Soon EPW would have a new match to test the mettle of its competitors.
Shawn Savage, I haven't forgotten, although you've probably forgotten this face. You spit white claw into my face to gain an advantage over me. Ironic that now you're standing before me in the Stairway to Hell. The most exciting race to the bottom you've ever seen. While also forcing you to survive any way you can. I have to also tell you I'm pretty disappointed in you as well. You've been absolutely silent so I'm going to strike while I can, and let the chips fall where they may. Knowing you a lot of the weapons they're going to hang on the cage walls are white claw coolers. While I have a minute I wanted to tell you that White Claw is the shittiest thing you could possibly ingest while looking for an alcoholic beverage to consume. It doesn't matter how much White Claw you drink or spit in my face in this match. The only thing pouring out of your head will be blood. So much in fact I'll probably escape this match before you. Fold you up like a metal chair, get the three count, and leave you wondering what happened while you're still bathing in White Claw. Now, there are some other implications to. You've been pining after our owner Britt. While that may or may not come to pass, seeing you unable to defend yourself will go along way in securing my revenge. Also your tag team journey, runs straight through this match. Let's see if you can actually understand with that broken English you tried to pass off in the build up for Danger. I'll put it in another way you can understand. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being selective, but you can't afford to be selective. So you can either make it about the competition, or for the pay check, but I'll show the whole world that the Revival title champion is nothing but a goddamn joke! I can't lie man I'm hyped up. I can feel the energy coursing through my veins. It's that big fight feel. The implications regarding yourself, and that World Title are huge. If I were Donnie Harris I'd be paying really close attention to this match. How attentive you are in this match could dictate the attention you dictate to everybody else. Which from what I've seen is very limited. I'm not a limited engagement as you can tell. I put myself out there, and I'm not afraid to take on all comers. Win, or lose, I'm the work horse of the EPW. I have no more room for humanity, and we all know who we can thank for that. While I leave you to ponder that, you had better figure out a way to survive. I do have some experience in this match. There will be a ref in this match. Waiting at the bottom for us. He's there to count the one, two, three, and that's the extent of this duties. All I ask is that you do not have me hunting you down because we know what that will entail. I'll have your whole family at ringside, and I will run them through the process of the Stairway to Hell with no time limit, and nobody wants that. Well nobody except for me.
I'm backstage in St. Augustine. I have all of these executives coming to be to fine tune the details for the Stairway to Hell for EPW, and my thought process is even if my vision isn't on display exactly it will be okay. I've seen that EPW knows what its doing so this introduction to Halloween Havok will be worth every moment I was able to bring this to them. I'm biding my time. I have my ear phones in a Lamb of God gives me a renewed sense of not only patience but motivation. The undercard for this match was simply amazing. Every match type was going to be a banger, but I was hoping my match would be the show stealer. It definitely had the potential to be.
Shawn, we've never had much association, and I believe that is all because of this view I have of you. It truly may be unfair, but its all fair game to me because you've given me nothing else to work with. What I want you to go is put the bag of Lays Classic Potato chips down, drag your fat lazy ass off of the couch, and show the fuck up. I will not have the next potentially greatest match type in the EPW fucked over by you just because you choose to get your red wings over a contractual obligation to your job. Just in case you fucks don't know what getting your red wings is, allow me to educate. Its when you eat a girl out while she is on her period. You're welcome. I actually know of somebody who did that. I say this because I'm not here to judge you disgusting fucks. I'll just make fun of you to your face, while you try to figure it out. That's the type of stand up guy I am. I never understood your last name either. Whether its your actual name is something I'm less interested in.
I decide to walk out to the empty arena. I see the walk away trying to imagine all of the fans I'm going to intimidate that night. How nobody can stop me. How its time to go to war. How proud of myself for getting here. How everybody else would equally feel the same, and even if they didn't all I really had to think or say all along was fuck'em. Fuck em until they cease to exist to you. That was the real way of the world, and you shouldn't believe anybody who tells you different. The world was so much better with a fuck it all attitude, or the fact that was your only method of survival.
Seriously Shawn, I honestly don't know why you decided to participate if you were going to sit on the sidelines. That's not a very sound strategy to success because eventually its going to come back to bite you in the ass like right now. Right fucking now to be exactly. You, in your mind may decide to do it for the paycheck because you're not getting anything. Right? Well then that means I'm getting everything you passed on. You deciding to attend your local ho'down means that when I beat you I'm basically the uncrowned Revival title champion. Because losing this match against me, means that you're a paper champion. It's why you'll lose when you do finally cash in. But, your mind is made up right? You really disappoint me Shawn. I knew the competition was going to get stiff. We've had an influx of new faces. Personally, I love that, but professionally, it means that its more work, and that is what truly keeps me busy. I'm just a regular human, and I can't force you to show up. But when the match inevitably goes down it means I get to conquer both. Without a challenge in sight. Doesn't that make you happy? It sure as shit makes me happy. Let's talk a little bit about experience. It definitely means more when you know your landscape, and have been there before. This is my first Stairway to Hell in EPW. But, I've been in three of these previously. I've won two of them, and lost one. If you're looking for the perfect environment to hurt your opponent, while proving that you're also the fastest strategist in the world of professional wrestling this match is definitely made for you. It's also made for you to make improvements to it if you wish. We're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's see what happens when we add up all of the factors we know about, and the factors we don't. It's going to be fun to speculate on this one. I'll be in rare form that evening as well. I love Halloween. It's my favorite time of the year. So in keeping with the traditions of Halloween. The night before is called Devil's night, and you better believe I'm going to have a party tonight. Because I'm the devil, and I'm going to drag you all to hell with me!
Survival of the Fittest. We've all heard this in many forms of media, but especially in pro wrestling. It's the theater that we build ourselves upon, and one thing was for sure. None of us would ever be the same after Halloween was over. We'd have the same old tired worn out people trying to convince you that they were too elite to even challenge you. That level of bullshit was next level, and that was the type of garbage that that brought this business down. Not built it back up. Toxicity existed in the world of professional wrestling, and that toxicity existed in my veins. I was trying, but those moments within were fading fast. I could no longer implore the powers that be to get rid of this type of cancer running amok. However, I did know I could cut a lot of it out by putting an end to Shawn Savage. Damaging his career would only propel mine forward.
A Stairway to Hell, I'd definitely be rushing toward that spot. To set a new fastest time to beat, and to see if anybody could actually come claim a new time, but the best part of this match was definitely exposing Shawn Savage for being a no talent hack!