Posted by Death on January 2, 2004, 8:49 pm Death: If I was you little man, I would bite thy tongue before I ripped it out. Sting: Whatever you say loser. Sting just laughs some more and starts to talk by Death but Death grabs on to his shoulder. Sting stops and turns around and tries to hit Death with his baseball bat but Death ducks. Sting tries for another hit but Death ducks again and punchs Sting in the gut. He then gives him a swift boot to the mid section, sending Sting stumbling back. A ref comes walking around the corner and sees what is happening. Sting shakes off the attack and drops his belt. He charges after Death, taking a hard swing which nails Death in the gut. Death hunches over and Sting takes another swing and breaks the bat over Death's back. Death drops to the ground and Sting stands above him. Sting: Just like I thought, a pathetic loser. Sting starts to walk over to his belt as Death raises his head, his eyes rolled back so all you see is white. He climbs up to his feet. Death: Where do you think your going? Sting turns around, stunned that Death is back to his feet. He charges as Death but is ment with a big boot to the face. Sting drops back onto the cement. Death stands above him and reaches down. Grabbing Sting by the throat, Death pulls him up to his feet, then slams him into a wall. Sting hits the wall hard, and Death elbows him into the head. Sting lays up against the way, hurt. Death stands back and tries to splash Sting but Sting moves and Death slams himself into the wall. Sting quickly clothslines him down to the ground. Once there, Sting tries to put the scorpian Deathlock on his opponent. He manages to flip him over and starts to put on the pressure. Death uses all his leg strenght and forces Sting off him, sending Sting crashing face first into some trashcans. Sting gets to his feet, pissed off. He grabs a trash can lid and goes after Death and smakes him on the head. Death shakes it off and gets to his feet. Sting tries again but this time Death ducks the swing and tackles Sting. The lid is knocked to the side as the two land on the ground. Death starts to repeatedly punch Sting in the face. Each hit is harder and harder. Blood starts to trickle from Sting's nose. Death gets off of Sting and shakes his head again. He then grabs a steel chair that was leaned up against the wall. He turns around and motions for Sting to get to his feet. Sting stands up, wiping the blood that is coming from his nose. Death takes a swing with the chair but misses, giving Sting the time to kick the chair out of Death's hand. Sting the rushes in, grabbing ahold of Death's head in a headlock. Death tries to fight out of it but Sting starts to kick Death's knee, trying to bring him down. He then works his way just enough to get his set up for a reverse ddt. Sting drives Death's head onto the concrete and goes for a pin. The ref that was watching quickly starts to count. One, Two, nooo..Death kicked out. Sting picks Death off the ground and nails him in the stomach and then suplexs him. Once again, one, two..another kick out. Sting is looking fustrated by now. He leave Death alone and sets up a folding table. But as soon as he turns around. Death grabs Sting by the throat. He then chokeslames Sting through the table. He goes for a pin. One, Two..kickout by the champion. Death goes over and grabs the steel chair. He takes it and puts Sting's foot in it. The ref starts to beg with Death to stop, but Death starts to stomp on it, trying to break the ankle of Sting. Sting is crying out in pain as Death takes yet another stomp on it. Death then grabs yet another chair and uses it to swing at the chair on Sting's foot. The sound of metal against metal is heard, along with a cry of pain by Sting. Death takes the chair off Sting's foot and puts a standing anklelock on him. Sting is crying in pain but will refuse to tap out. The pain looks so intense on his face as Death tightens the grip. Finally Death releases the hold and Sting immediatly tries to hold his injured ankle. But Death has other plans by now. He takes two folding chairs and sets them up. Turning around, he see's Sting still on the ground in pain. Death smiles to himself and picks up Sting. Sting is hobbling on one foot, barely able to stand. Death does End Times on Sting through the two chairs. The mess is horrible in the hallway. Death pins Sting by crossing Sting's arms over his chest. The ref counts..one, two, three. A new Hardcore Champion has been crowned. Death just smiles down as his carnage and then walks over and picks up the hardcore title. Death then continues down the hallway as EMS rush past him to attend to Sting.
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As Sting is walking backstage with his baseball bat in his right hand and the Hardcore belt on his shoulder, he runs into the deadman himself, Death. Sting: Well look who we have here. If it isn't Death. Great job against Fred Durst last week. Too scared to face me so you lost to him. HAHAHHAHA!!!
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