Usually a “newcomer” to any federation would introduce themselves. Get in the ring and say hi, or talk shit, you know the usual. Maybe even shoot their own little promos backstage if they’re lazy. Wolf Heathen had a different idea entirely. Fuck introducing himself verbally, everyone does that. Very rarely does anyone make their presence known physically, though. With this 24/7 Hardcore stipulation it was quite easy to do that. What better way to show one’s potential than walking in, beating the HOLY FUCK out of someone he’s never met and taking a title in the process. Yeah. That’s exactly what he was going to do.
Wolf Heathen grinned to himself, listening to Matt Ward celebrate his win over Shawn Blade while he waited around the corner. Wolf Heathen rolled his eyes a bit, as Matt was still going on about it, rubbing it into Shawn’s face. Wolf stood flat against the wall, keeping his eye on the corner that Matt would eventually have to walk past. He could hear him getting closer, his mouth was a dead give away. Wolf Heathen rounded the corner swiftly just as Matt was in the opportune position. Wolf Heathen delivered a hard clothesline, knocking Matt to the ground with a loud thud, sending the title skidding across the floor.
“Well fuck. I didn’t see you there.”
Wolf Heathen laughed a bit, watching Matt shake it off slowly. He waited, glancing around the hallway, which seemed to be used for all kinds of storage and props, looking for a weapon. He probably didn’t need one, but this is Hardcore. When ISNT there a need for a weapon of some sort. Wolf took a few steps, toward some storage cases. When he turned around Matt attacked him, hitting him in the head with his title and crashing into the wall.
“DIDN’T SEE THAT EITHER, HUH BITCH?!”
Matt continued his attack, kicking and stomping at him until Wolf grabbed his leg and shoved him backwards, unfortunately for Matt he was unable to keep his balance using only one foot and fell hard against the other side of the narrow hallway. Wolf Heathen got up, grabbing a steel pipe. He walked to Matt and held it against his throat, choking him to keep him against the wall. He growled loudly with an angry sneer on his lips.
“You have the good fortune of being my first victim here. I fully intend on making you bleed before I take that title of yours.”
He dropped the pipe and they exchanged some punches before Wolf Heathen saw a fantastic opportunity. Matt was in the perfect spot. He backed up a few steps while Matt followed after him. Wolf Heathen ran at him hitting him with Odin‘s Wrath. The spear that ended up doing more damage to the both of them than anything else. Stage fixtures crashed on top of them. Twisted metal and broken wood. Shards of glass. The works. Holy hell, man. Neither of them moved for a moment and as the referee moved in to start the count, Wolf Heathen slid off of him, breaking it after 1. Shits not going down like that. Wolf Heathen wanted the agony of his opponent to be cataclysmic.
He sat up slowly, groaning a bit as the debris fell off of him. There was a large shard of glass on the floor next to him that he picked up as Matt lifted himself up onto his elbows, sliding his foot back slowly to attempt getting up. Wolf Heathen punched him down with an elbow smash to his face. He placed the shard of glass in the middle of Matt’s forehead and got up on his knees. Wolf punched the glass, breaking it against Matt’s skin. Blood trickling down the side of his head as a result and a nice set of bloody knuckles for The Devil’s Knight. Matt groaned angrily, reaching his arms up for something. He grabbed a broken 2x4 and swung it at Wolf Heathen, knocking him away from him violently. Wolf Heathen sat against the wall, placing his hand on his head and pulling it away slowly to see his own blood covering it. Talk about seeing red. It was fucking ON now. Matt got to his feet first, shaking himself off. Wolf Heathen got into a crouch position quickly, jumping forward at Matt, ramming his shoulder into his legs, while grabbing them and standing swiftly to flip Matt over his shoulder and onto the concrete. Wolf Heathen went for the cover, glaring at the referee, who froze for a moment before dropping to make the count.
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