Post by Sycho Sam on Jun 15, 2011 1:14:35 GMT -5
Hogging upon his own puddle of sweat, Sycho Sam lies over the canvas, after being hammered down to the canvas with a thud courtesy to Havok’s chokeslam, which is in fact the third chokeslam of the night. Knowing well it’s time, the behemoth from New York walks up to Sam and starts to hoist up the Pakistani to his feet, by the grip of his dirty blonde hair. Once the Hardcore Headbanger is up, the Hell’s Kitchen monster flips him around and wraps his arm around his neck, locking him in an inverted facelock. Bolting his head back and thrusting his dirty tresses behind, the giant hoists Sam up in the air, by the aid of his trunk’s mouth, and falls back, sending him to crash against the canvas head-first. The entire ring shakes up by the momentum of the maneuver, and Sam seems to have gone out cold, not even moving a nimble.
“This might be it, Havok has got Sam knocked out. We might have the pin right away!”
“Pah, I knew I shouldn’t have shared my donut with those guys. Sam, go back to Pakistan, learn Hebrew and then make a comeback!”
The behemoth gets down to his knees and covers the Pakistani Ultraviolent star, putting him in a pinfall predicament. The lawman quickly slides at the point and stars the count to three, fading away the chances of Sam winning the match with each count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING DING DING*
The bell sounds thrice, marking the end of the match, with Havok being on cloud nine – i.e. the realm of the winners. For those who think that the Hell’s Reject is pretty much stale when it comes to emotion, they get their face smacked as a sly grin creeps onto the face of Havok – the grin of satisfaction. He rises to his heel and gets his arm to be raised up in the air by the referee, with the audience cheering hard for him. For the first time in the history of GHW, the monster gets cheered for his victory, and it seems that the Hell’s Kitchen native loves every single bit of it.
“Probably for the first time in his entire life, Havok is getting loved for something. I bet this might help the monster’s mind to sooth up and turn to a civilized citizen – like us.”
“Don’t say that, Matt! We need more from Havok, and his beastly tactics! I love when he throws people around; makes me often feel like stepping up to Smarky’s office and propose a repackage for him. DONUT MAN, how does that sound?!”
But the rejoice, the celebration of the giant doesn’t last long as a steel chair gets lashed against his spine with a thud, courtesy of Mr. Ansari, who had sneaked his way in and positioned himself behind Havok. The lashing from the chair doesn’t do much damage to the superheavyweight, and he flips around instantly to face Jalal, jaws gritted in anger and pain. The South Asian promoter, however, has been on the end of such occurrence before. He shouts at The Hardcore Headbanger, ordering him to get back on his two feet, and he sends his chair to fly up to Havok’s skull once again, crashing up with a bang against the crown of the behemoth. The stiff shot simply gets Havok to fall down to his knee and a huge swagger to creep into Ansari’s face, fuelled by contentment.
“Such a bastard! I don’t know how in the bluest hell is he still around this block?!”
“I bet he signed a contract? Smarky loves the talented, and these guys are… veterans!”
Ansari drops the chair on the floor, the metallic sound of the chair being dropped on the canvas being the wakeup call for Sycho Sam. Almost instantly rejuvenated by the sound of hardcore weaponry, Sam pulls himself up and proceeds to stands side-by-side Havok facing in the same direction. The fact that Havok is on his knees makes it easier for Sam to reach behind the superheavyweight's back to hook the opponent's head with the other hand extending the opponent's nearest arm. Sam tugs Havok upwards as much as he can, and just as he hooks Havok's left leg with his own right leg, Ansari hastily kicks the already dented chair in harm's way. Tripping Havok's left leg, Sam falls forward, taking the monster down with him - with Havok's face once again meeting the cold steel.
His facial expressions clearly showing his delight at delivering his patented "Wake Up Dead" move on the man who just beat him moments ago, the Sychotic one raises both his arms in the air only to be greeted by the verbal venom of the audience. Ansari slaps the shoulder of his fellow Pakistani, congratulating him as if he was the one who won the match. Taking out his cellular phone, the notorious South Asian dials out a number, with the call being picked up almost instantly.
"Haan... Ley a... Aur jaldi kar bhanchod! Zyada time nahi hai... Hearse a gaye? Acha."
"More of that strange durka durka stuff! But did I just hear him say HEARSE?"
Ansari ends the call and spots his Sychotic client laying down one stiff kick after another on his fallen opponent. Sam pauses for a second and looks at Ansari in an inquisitive manner, to which Ansari responds with an evil grin. Within seconds, two burly and muscular men dressed in what appears to be a traditional Indian/Pakistani garment walk down the entrance ramp, dragging a stretcher along with them. The oiled back hair and huge, delicately twirling moustaches along with their white 'shalwar kameez' is a completely new sight for the GHW audience and some in the front rows along the entrance ramp start laughing at the almost comical site of these oversized men. The two goons only pass some murderous stares at the audience, muttering curses directed at them.
The two men quickly enter the ring and in a surprisingly efficient, almost clinical manner take Havok out of the ring and tie him onto the stretcher. Havok starts squirming once he realizes the position he is in, but his resistance is dealt with a series of merciless and graceless blows from the boulder like fists of the two thug-like unknowns. Ansari urges them to stop in his own native Pakistani language.
"Bas kar oye... baad mein bhi kaam aana hai is kanjar nay. Mar na jaye yeh bhanchod."
The repeated use of his native language without even making the extra effort to translating it for the English speaking audience in attendance continues to serve as a suspense-creator, since no one really knows what Ansari is talking about - they can only guess. Ansari leads the way to the backstage area, followed closely by Sam and the two goons who are dragging along the stretcher that is now occupied by Havok. The not-so-long journey through a hardly perilous backstage area eventually leads them to the backstage area, with the GHW camera crew rushing to keep up with their frenzied pace. Ansari appears to scan the parking lot for something, or someone.
"Where the fuck is he, Sammy??"
"How the fuck should I know... wait, there he is!"
A black hearse with equally black windowpanes drives into the parking lot, causing Ansari and Sam's faces to be lit up with almost childish joy. The hearse stops near them as the cameramen struggle to get a good shot of the driver seat's door, cautiously waiting for it to open. The door opens and Sam's old cohort and fellow Death Squad member Lachlan Smith walks out of the hearse. He pushes the cameramen aside and greets his long time friend. The grin on Lachlan's face mirrors that of the Hardcore Headbanger.
"Got that... package... you wanted delivered, Sammy boy."
Sam snickers and slaps The Ultimate Perfection's shoulder. Lachlan stands beside Ansari as the Death Squad leader gives his two thugs the order to open the back of the hearse. Havok's eyes are wide open by now and he looks on intently from his stretcher with a terrified yet frustrated look on his face. Ansari's goons slowly and carefully pull out a gothic looking casket from the hearse and lay it on the concrete floor. The casket is decorated with strange patterns and a vast array of strange symbols.
"Huh? So all of a sudden we've gone from Delta Force to Twilight here? I can't make head or tail of this Death Squad business."
With not an ounce of fear in his actions, the South Asian promoter motions to his thugs once again, this time to open the casket. Havok begins shaking violently in his stretcher, though not supernaturally or involuntarily - he is merely trying to break free of the stretcher and take fate into his own hands. The two burly men slide the coffin door carefully and step away as they do so. The cameras catch a glimpse of barbed wire, along with the rough physical outlines of the man inside it. Whoever the man inside it is, he is apparently lying on what one can only assume to be a casket filled with barbed wire.
"Release the bastard. He's making too much of a fucking ruckus anyway with that shaking of his."
Lachlan nudges Sam and whispers something into his ear, to which Sam quietly nods without giving a proper response. Havok is released from his stretcher and pushed towards the casket. He stumbles forward and lands on his knees with his hands touching the tail end of the strange coffin. The superheavyweight monster for a split-second looked like he was going to attack everyone in sight but his eyes become fixated on the man currently inside it.
Taking everyone in the vicinity by surprise - even the members of the Death Squad - the man inside the casket lunges towards Havok with his arms stretched forward and his hands going for his throat. His large hands wrap themselves around his new adversary's throat, blocking his air flow with a mere push of the thumb. A powerless Havok is now at the mercy of this strange man who for whatever reason has blood coming out of his mouth now, trickling down his cheek and falling on the rusted barbed wire inside the casket. His back is scarred with deep scratches and cuts, no doubt a result of being in a barbed wire coffin for a prolonged period of time. Not at all willing to loosen the grip on his chokehold, this strange man stands up and steps out of the casket. He releases his right hand's grip while maintaining the other hand's, and delivers a staggering blow to the side of Havok's head - his ears to be exact. Now with the left hand released as well and the chokehold withdrawn, he bends Havok's head forward and places it neatly between his thighs before lifting him up onto his shoulders as the Death Squad members look on intently. He takes only a moment to align himself correctly with the casket before sending Havok crashing down onto the dangerous barbed wire filled casket.
"This monster, inside the space of a mere few seconds has powerbombed Havok into the same casket he was brought in!"
"Who the fuck is this guy? I've seen his face somewhere before while flipping channels on the TV, that's for sure. I think it was one of those cheap Twilight knockoff vampire chick flicks."
"I've seen this man's face before, but it was definitely not in a generic vampire film. I'm pretty sure this man is one of Ansari's latest recruits into the Death Squad, and the powerbomb is proof that he is an actual pro-Fighty fighty person. WHY he has had to be transported in a god-damned casket, I don't know."
As if rehearsed a thousand times before, the two goons once again do Ansari's bidding, this time quickly sealing the casket and driving off with the hearse to God-knows-where. Ansari faces off with the monster, sporting the same grin he has had throughout this entire ordeal and claps both his hands together. The man breathes heavily, his chest contracting and expanding with the intake of fresh oxygen that he has probably been deprived of for a long time. The scene fades out with Ansari walking with this new GHW Fighty fighty person, leaving Sam and Lachlan behind with Sam blowing cigarette smoke into the camera.
EOT
“This might be it, Havok has got Sam knocked out. We might have the pin right away!”
“Pah, I knew I shouldn’t have shared my donut with those guys. Sam, go back to Pakistan, learn Hebrew and then make a comeback!”
The behemoth gets down to his knees and covers the Pakistani Ultraviolent star, putting him in a pinfall predicament. The lawman quickly slides at the point and stars the count to three, fading away the chances of Sam winning the match with each count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING DING DING*
The bell sounds thrice, marking the end of the match, with Havok being on cloud nine – i.e. the realm of the winners. For those who think that the Hell’s Reject is pretty much stale when it comes to emotion, they get their face smacked as a sly grin creeps onto the face of Havok – the grin of satisfaction. He rises to his heel and gets his arm to be raised up in the air by the referee, with the audience cheering hard for him. For the first time in the history of GHW, the monster gets cheered for his victory, and it seems that the Hell’s Kitchen native loves every single bit of it.
“Probably for the first time in his entire life, Havok is getting loved for something. I bet this might help the monster’s mind to sooth up and turn to a civilized citizen – like us.”
“Don’t say that, Matt! We need more from Havok, and his beastly tactics! I love when he throws people around; makes me often feel like stepping up to Smarky’s office and propose a repackage for him. DONUT MAN, how does that sound?!”
But the rejoice, the celebration of the giant doesn’t last long as a steel chair gets lashed against his spine with a thud, courtesy of Mr. Ansari, who had sneaked his way in and positioned himself behind Havok. The lashing from the chair doesn’t do much damage to the superheavyweight, and he flips around instantly to face Jalal, jaws gritted in anger and pain. The South Asian promoter, however, has been on the end of such occurrence before. He shouts at The Hardcore Headbanger, ordering him to get back on his two feet, and he sends his chair to fly up to Havok’s skull once again, crashing up with a bang against the crown of the behemoth. The stiff shot simply gets Havok to fall down to his knee and a huge swagger to creep into Ansari’s face, fuelled by contentment.
“Such a bastard! I don’t know how in the bluest hell is he still around this block?!”
“I bet he signed a contract? Smarky loves the talented, and these guys are… veterans!”
Ansari drops the chair on the floor, the metallic sound of the chair being dropped on the canvas being the wakeup call for Sycho Sam. Almost instantly rejuvenated by the sound of hardcore weaponry, Sam pulls himself up and proceeds to stands side-by-side Havok facing in the same direction. The fact that Havok is on his knees makes it easier for Sam to reach behind the superheavyweight's back to hook the opponent's head with the other hand extending the opponent's nearest arm. Sam tugs Havok upwards as much as he can, and just as he hooks Havok's left leg with his own right leg, Ansari hastily kicks the already dented chair in harm's way. Tripping Havok's left leg, Sam falls forward, taking the monster down with him - with Havok's face once again meeting the cold steel.
His facial expressions clearly showing his delight at delivering his patented "Wake Up Dead" move on the man who just beat him moments ago, the Sychotic one raises both his arms in the air only to be greeted by the verbal venom of the audience. Ansari slaps the shoulder of his fellow Pakistani, congratulating him as if he was the one who won the match. Taking out his cellular phone, the notorious South Asian dials out a number, with the call being picked up almost instantly.
"Haan... Ley a... Aur jaldi kar bhanchod! Zyada time nahi hai... Hearse a gaye? Acha."
"More of that strange durka durka stuff! But did I just hear him say HEARSE?"
Ansari ends the call and spots his Sychotic client laying down one stiff kick after another on his fallen opponent. Sam pauses for a second and looks at Ansari in an inquisitive manner, to which Ansari responds with an evil grin. Within seconds, two burly and muscular men dressed in what appears to be a traditional Indian/Pakistani garment walk down the entrance ramp, dragging a stretcher along with them. The oiled back hair and huge, delicately twirling moustaches along with their white 'shalwar kameez' is a completely new sight for the GHW audience and some in the front rows along the entrance ramp start laughing at the almost comical site of these oversized men. The two goons only pass some murderous stares at the audience, muttering curses directed at them.
The two men quickly enter the ring and in a surprisingly efficient, almost clinical manner take Havok out of the ring and tie him onto the stretcher. Havok starts squirming once he realizes the position he is in, but his resistance is dealt with a series of merciless and graceless blows from the boulder like fists of the two thug-like unknowns. Ansari urges them to stop in his own native Pakistani language.
"Bas kar oye... baad mein bhi kaam aana hai is kanjar nay. Mar na jaye yeh bhanchod."
The repeated use of his native language without even making the extra effort to translating it for the English speaking audience in attendance continues to serve as a suspense-creator, since no one really knows what Ansari is talking about - they can only guess. Ansari leads the way to the backstage area, followed closely by Sam and the two goons who are dragging along the stretcher that is now occupied by Havok. The not-so-long journey through a hardly perilous backstage area eventually leads them to the backstage area, with the GHW camera crew rushing to keep up with their frenzied pace. Ansari appears to scan the parking lot for something, or someone.
"Where the fuck is he, Sammy??"
"How the fuck should I know... wait, there he is!"
A black hearse with equally black windowpanes drives into the parking lot, causing Ansari and Sam's faces to be lit up with almost childish joy. The hearse stops near them as the cameramen struggle to get a good shot of the driver seat's door, cautiously waiting for it to open. The door opens and Sam's old cohort and fellow Death Squad member Lachlan Smith walks out of the hearse. He pushes the cameramen aside and greets his long time friend. The grin on Lachlan's face mirrors that of the Hardcore Headbanger.
"Got that... package... you wanted delivered, Sammy boy."
Sam snickers and slaps The Ultimate Perfection's shoulder. Lachlan stands beside Ansari as the Death Squad leader gives his two thugs the order to open the back of the hearse. Havok's eyes are wide open by now and he looks on intently from his stretcher with a terrified yet frustrated look on his face. Ansari's goons slowly and carefully pull out a gothic looking casket from the hearse and lay it on the concrete floor. The casket is decorated with strange patterns and a vast array of strange symbols.
"Huh? So all of a sudden we've gone from Delta Force to Twilight here? I can't make head or tail of this Death Squad business."
With not an ounce of fear in his actions, the South Asian promoter motions to his thugs once again, this time to open the casket. Havok begins shaking violently in his stretcher, though not supernaturally or involuntarily - he is merely trying to break free of the stretcher and take fate into his own hands. The two burly men slide the coffin door carefully and step away as they do so. The cameras catch a glimpse of barbed wire, along with the rough physical outlines of the man inside it. Whoever the man inside it is, he is apparently lying on what one can only assume to be a casket filled with barbed wire.
"Release the bastard. He's making too much of a fucking ruckus anyway with that shaking of his."
Lachlan nudges Sam and whispers something into his ear, to which Sam quietly nods without giving a proper response. Havok is released from his stretcher and pushed towards the casket. He stumbles forward and lands on his knees with his hands touching the tail end of the strange coffin. The superheavyweight monster for a split-second looked like he was going to attack everyone in sight but his eyes become fixated on the man currently inside it.
Taking everyone in the vicinity by surprise - even the members of the Death Squad - the man inside the casket lunges towards Havok with his arms stretched forward and his hands going for his throat. His large hands wrap themselves around his new adversary's throat, blocking his air flow with a mere push of the thumb. A powerless Havok is now at the mercy of this strange man who for whatever reason has blood coming out of his mouth now, trickling down his cheek and falling on the rusted barbed wire inside the casket. His back is scarred with deep scratches and cuts, no doubt a result of being in a barbed wire coffin for a prolonged period of time. Not at all willing to loosen the grip on his chokehold, this strange man stands up and steps out of the casket. He releases his right hand's grip while maintaining the other hand's, and delivers a staggering blow to the side of Havok's head - his ears to be exact. Now with the left hand released as well and the chokehold withdrawn, he bends Havok's head forward and places it neatly between his thighs before lifting him up onto his shoulders as the Death Squad members look on intently. He takes only a moment to align himself correctly with the casket before sending Havok crashing down onto the dangerous barbed wire filled casket.
"This monster, inside the space of a mere few seconds has powerbombed Havok into the same casket he was brought in!"
"Who the fuck is this guy? I've seen his face somewhere before while flipping channels on the TV, that's for sure. I think it was one of those cheap Twilight knockoff vampire chick flicks."
"I've seen this man's face before, but it was definitely not in a generic vampire film. I'm pretty sure this man is one of Ansari's latest recruits into the Death Squad, and the powerbomb is proof that he is an actual pro-Fighty fighty person. WHY he has had to be transported in a god-damned casket, I don't know."
As if rehearsed a thousand times before, the two goons once again do Ansari's bidding, this time quickly sealing the casket and driving off with the hearse to God-knows-where. Ansari faces off with the monster, sporting the same grin he has had throughout this entire ordeal and claps both his hands together. The man breathes heavily, his chest contracting and expanding with the intake of fresh oxygen that he has probably been deprived of for a long time. The scene fades out with Ansari walking with this new GHW Fighty fighty person, leaving Sam and Lachlan behind with Sam blowing cigarette smoke into the camera.
EOT
ooc: i hate writing promos, so sorry if it seems rushed, Havok
