Dow Jones vs Scott Walker

[Mighty Man Millson]

The crowd erupt in boos as the Ben Arnold of Eagle Vision makes his second appearance in EVPW colours. Dow stares out at the screaming fans and shakes his head in disgust, before walking down the ramp, ignoring the front row fans who try and give him a few punches before he can reach the squared circle. Lizzie Morna stands replendently in the ring, ready for the official introduction of DJ, before Jones sprints to the apron and slides beneath the bottom rope, quickly grabbing the microphone off Morna before she can speak. Dow shoos the announcer away, before adressing the audience himself.

This match is set for one fall and is the most ridiculous match you will ever see. A musical chairs match, which makes no sense and sums up EVPW to a tee. Introducing the winner, from Boston, Mas, weighing in at 225lbs, he is The Hardcore Icon, Dow Jones. Give Dow a round of applause.

Instead of applause, the crowd begin to throw objects, surprisingly no musical intstruments, however. Dow simply smirks and leans against the turnbuckle, throwing the mic back down to Morna.

The audacity of this man is unbelievable. Doing his own ring introduction, running down the match he's in and proclaiming himself winner. Geez.

Calm down, Jimmy. Have you seen Dow Jones? He can do whatever he wants, because he's the best in the company.

Come on. He's never won a title here. Anyway, I hope Scott Walker takes his name tonight and then Krylon can do the same at Madhouse.

TBC- Scott

[Scott Walker]

HOOHOO-HAHAHAHAHAHA

The seminal Scott Ian guitar riff bursts through the speakers in the arena as Walker's new theme (Madhouse by Anthrax) plays. The lighting changes to a multi-colored orange, green, blue, red and yellow combination as the tron begins to show Scott Walker's logo with some clips of him making funny faces. The song kicks into full gear with its famous opening guitar solo making its presence felt... and from behind the curtains comes Scott Walker, dressed for the occasion.

"Making his way to the ring, from Hartford, Conneticut, weighing in at two-hundred and twelve pounds, he is the Extremely Insane American Luchadore, SCOTT WALKER!"

As the tron shifts to displaying clips of Walker doing various death defying high flying moves, in action against the likes of Kryptops, Kasabian Stalker, Solstice and Krylon - Walker comes out wearing what quite clearly seems to be a homage to 80's heavy metal attire. Donning a large wig to give him the appearance of having long hair, along with tight leather pants and boots and leather spikes on his wrist. Holding an (obviously) unplugged electric guitar and headbanging in a stereotypical 'glam rock' style, Walker is quite a sight for the fans but one thing in his chosen attire causes Dow to become irritated. The Suicidal Schizo - for whatever reason - was wearing a sleeveless Krylon shirt. Indeed, the shirt seems to be an old print due to it featuring an old Krylon quote "There will be no IHCW, just slain bodies and taken souls."

White coats to bind me, out of control
I live alone inside my mind
World of confusion, air filled with noise
Who says that my life's such a crime?

"This Walker kid was just handed down one of the beatings of his life by Krylon last week and he responds by wearing a Krylon shirt? That too an antique one? I don't even wanna know how found that!"

"Perhaps Walker is a Krylon fan? God forbid, no!"

The Extremely Insane One couldn't care much for Dow though, he's having the time of his life banging his head and hitting random strings on the guitar, causing the lower-most one to break. The fans themselves are enjoying this - most of the heavy metal fans in attendance are singing along to the lyrics as Walker continues to amuse them with his exaggerated movements.

Tapped, in this nightmare
I wish I'd wake
As my whole life begins to shake
four walls surround me
an empty gaze
I can't find my way out of this maze

The Hardcore Icon will have none of it, though, and he decides to put an end to SW's shenanigans. Infuriated and irritated, he grabs a ride cymbal and exits the ring before walking towards the end of the ramp where Walker stands with his back turned to the ring. Without warning, The Boston Brawler raises the large and heavy cymbal and brings it crashing down onto the Conneticut Cruiserweight's wig covered head. As Walker enters the nether regions of his mind and assumes a comatose state as he falls flat onto the floor, the lighting returns to its default state and the music dies down. The bell is rung, and the match is finally underway.

TBC Jones.

[Mighty Man Millson]

Dow's arrogant smile is a fervent memory at present, his face now etched in such a way to show blind rage at the Prince of Parody. Jones grabs Walker by the scruff of the neck and lifts the cruiserweight to his full verticality, before ramming Scotty Boy's head on the ring apron, sending Walker to the floor once again after impact. Knowing the EVPW ropes, DJ gropes underneath the bottom rope and pulls out the nearest instrument, a flute. As the Conneticut Native staggers to his feet, the Hardcore Icon smashes the flute in one lusty blow across the cranial dome of his opponent, flooring Scott, the sound resonating around the entire arena, despite the loud jeers for the returning star. Forgetting about Walker for a moment, the Bostonian takes a brief interlude and grabs the Krylon t-shirt that remains draped around the chest of the Suicidal Schizo, pulling the fabric with enough force that it splits, the crowd now throwing their emotions down to the dual promotion wrestler.

The violent de-clothing sparks some activity in the near unconcious Walker, the American Luchadore alowing himself to be pulled up to his feet by Dow, only to feed Dow's grapefruits with a quick kick to the groinal region, doubling over the Boston Brawler. As quick as a flash, Scotty drapes his arm over Dow's neck and kicks out DJ's legs, planting the Hardcore Icon's head to the concrete in a fearsome DDT. The crowd let out a cheer and a round of applause as their favourite for this match gets in his first offense, Walker raising his arms in a manner of which to imply that even he's surprised he's done something constructive. Quickly regaining his perspective, the Suicidal Schizo slides into the ring and picks up a saxophone, throwing it from inside the ring straight onto Dow's sternum, the surprise impact almost caving in the Hardcore Warrior's chest cavity. The innovative usage of the implement gives the Connecticut Cruiserweight enough time to slide back over to his opponent and force the saxophone over Dow's head, and in almost a cartoon character way, Scotty picks up the forgotten cymbal and smashes it across the metal saxophone, the vibrations flooring DJ. 'Let's go, Scotty' chants begin to rain down on the two athletes, Walker loving every moment of this match.

Yeah, let's go, Scotty. Dow's deserved this ever since he attacked Walker before this match had even begun.
Nobody deserves to have their head stuck inside a hole and have it vibrate like that.

Walker removes the saxophone and positions the Bostonian in front of the guardrail, making sure that Dow lies at a tangent to the rail, before leaping at the metal fencing and springing backwards at the point of collision. Scott executes a neat backflip in the air and aims his skeleton to land sternum to sternum with the Hardcore Icon, only for the instinctive Jones to roll to one side, the Parodical Son's momentum forcing him to land on the unforgiving concrete floor, causing the Suicidal Schizo to immediately clutch his chest after the failed Moonsault attempt. Jones pulls himself to his feet and looks down at his opponent in contempt, throwing the Prince of Parody into the squared circle once enough breath has been regained. Dow slides in and stalks the winded Walker, simply watching as Scott clambers to his feet, kicking the Connectiut Native in the midriff as Walker turns to face the Hardcore Warrior. With Scotty once again doubled over, DJ takes a step to the right, before running at Walker and clutching the base of the Luchadore's neck, swinging outwards and using his momentum to drive the Extremely Insane One to the canvas, back and neck-first.

What a huge Swinging Neckbreaker from Dow Jones, and this one could be over already.
Aww, come on. This match hasn't been long enough yet. I want to see Dow in all his glory.

Frustrated by the offense that Walker has inflicted upon the Hardcore Icon, Jones decides to just end the match here and now, covering the cruiserweight and hooking his far leg, the referee sliding in to make the count.

TBC-

[Scott Walker]

However, much to Dow Jone's contempt, Walker manages to get a hand raised just as the referee was about to slap his palm on the canvas a third time. Convinced that the match official counted slow, Dow begins to hassle the referee - thus making himself an open target to any attack from Scott. If the referee's supposed slow count brought upon Dow's ire, the crowd's sudden "Krylon! Krylon! Krylon!" chant enrages the Hardcore Icon to no end - his face soon developing a deadly shade of red that highlights his fury. However, all this leaves him wide open and does pan out to be true when the Prince of Parody scoops up a flute and clubs Dow's back several times. This causes the Million Dollar Massachussan - who was standing near the ropes - to flip over and fall on his ass outside the ring. As Dow crawls over to the crowd barrier and pulls himself to his knees, Walker steps through the middle rope and stands on the ring apron - holding the flute like a stab-friendly knife. Without warning, Scotty leaps off the apron with the flute clenched firmly in both hands as a shitload of cameras flicker to capture this photo-friendly moment. Once more Dow does not know what hit him - literally - as the flute stabs him and causes a scream to develop and force its way out of The Boston Brawler's mouth. Exhibiting uncharacteristic determination, Walker takes a hold of one of Dow's arms and drags him over to the nearby Grand Piano. The Extremely Insane one then hoists up his dazed opponent who falls right into the trap laid out for him by using the area underneath the fallboard for leverage as he tries to get up. Scotty snickers as he slips out the rod that keeps the fallboard in place - a snicker that mutates into a loud, twisted laugh as the heavy material comes crashing down onto the Boston Brawler's unsuspecting fingers. Once again, the Million Dollar Massachussan screams out loud - but who wouldn't in such a position? If his pain threshold had been taken to the limit with The Prince of Parody's Tom-N-Jerry antics, it gets breeched completely when the Suicidal Schizo grabs a nearby Cello. As Walker mocks a baseball player by holding the Cello like a bat - even standing in the same way a batter does when he's called up - the EVPW fans shout "oooooooohhhhh!" in unison, becoming louder every second. At the peak of the mock-baseball game sound, Walker swings the cello with all his might, smashing the instrument across the back of The Hardcore Warrior's head.

"The Suicidal Schizo has done a complete demolition job of his opponent in the last few minutes here!"

"If this were an actual professional wrestling match, Dow would have the advantage. This isn't wrestling, it's GARBAGE!"

Jones descends mentally as the crowd starts a massive "EVPW!" chant that gets Scott excited to no end. He takes a lap around the ring as if he hit a home run - high fiving fans along the way. Done with his theatrics for now, Scotty then finally takes Dow's fingers out from under the fallboard and slides him into the ring. Indicating that a high flying move is imminent through his hand motions, The Prince of Parody ascends the turnbuckles and it appears that the match is his for the taking. Looking to cash his chips in, Scott leaps up in the air and executes a backflip in mid-air as hundreds of cameras flicker once more. Things quickly turn sour for him as a strange turn of events take place. The Hardcore Warrior lives up to his name and hastily gets up to a vertical base in his semi-concious state. He reaches back and grabs the head of his opponent just before impact - thus pulling Scotty's jaw above his shoulder - before falling to a seated position and forcing The Extremely Insane One's jaw and neck to drop down onto his shoulder. The fans witness in shock as Jones hits the Wall Street Crash out of nowhere. A mentally decimated Jones manages to get a shoulder over Walker's chest. The referee slides in position. One. Two. Three. It's all over - the silence in the arena soon replaced with Dow's theme music as the referee raises his hand.

EOT

[Mighty Man Millson]

Nice ending

[Sycho Sam]

Kinda rushed it in the end there (electricity was about to blow, sucks to have scheduled outages) but thanks XD