TNT Segment ONE

[Brad Windsor]

It is the beginning of the highly anticipated episode of Tuesday Night Triumph and the swathe of humanity within the arena has the place enslaved to a shell shocking rampage of noise. The camera after taking a swirling trip around the tightly packed gymnasium switches over to Jennings and Mulligan sitting side by side at the commentator’s table.

Fuzz: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a special edition of Tuesday Night Triumph! Tonight, for the third time in history we are going to kick off the most brutal, most savage tournament known to man today. Yes that’s right! The wait is over. It truly is over! And I’m over the moon with excitement because guess what, the HARDCORE GAMES HAVE RUTURNED! I’m Collin Jennings and with my partner Al Mulligan here at the ringside we are privileged to be your commentators as always and especially tonight.

Mulligan: I can't wait for that night to be kicked off Collin. After two years of waiting me along with the fans, here are about to witness the start of the most unpredictable series in GHW’s history. I know we have the Nexus and the gruesome stuff that goes on in that incredible contest, but this... this is something else.

Fuzz: Indeed it is Al, and what a line up we have scheduled for tonight! We have The Hardcore King himself returning to TNT! Yes that’s right! Vladimir Strife is back to set alight the place again with his mind blowing shall we say, originality in a hardcore environment. And what about this one, JOE IS BACK! That tough son of a bitch is back! He is going one on one against that guy in your head! Darth that guy is in a match I’m sure you’re all eagerly waiting for.


Mulligan: Oh dear me man! But hear this one. The English gentleman, the 2010 Nexus Champion is in it also! Ryan Hughes is facing one of our new talents Damien Carter! Also, the pro, the master of Armbar is returning after his team’s disappointing performance at RWB. He is fighting Violence itself, Matt Violence!

Fuzz: And then... wait for this one... BUD WHISER! The big mean bear of a man is in action tonight. And guess the opposition, Kahlan! How lucky can one man be to get a woman as his first opponent in the H-games tournament, what a warm up that will be?

Mulligan: Who allowed women to sign up? Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about Vorty’s ideas.

Fuzz: And when you didn’t think it could get any bigger... its Jaggeroth versus Shawn Dreamer! The psychotic leader of the Circus is clashing claws with the Hardcore Prince who is carrying momentum hot after his victory in a no Disqualification match against Whiser.

Mulligan: All of that to one side and the main event on the other. The King of Deathmatch championship is on the line when the hall of famer, the Don Hayden Hardcore is bringing his might against a Thomas Walker.

Through the crackling excitement of the commentator and audience alike, the arena dims.

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‘Americunt’ by Die Mannequin hits the PA system and KaHLaN covering a white bra with a sleeveless and faded old jeans jacket and wearing white shorts, cat walks her way out from behind the curtains and down the entrance ramp. The majority of the arena blows the place up with jeering but the immediate lines close to her pathway to the ring stretch out their hands in hope of at least a quick touch. KaHLaN carrying an innocent smile just winks and lifts an eyebrow here and there as she continues her walk down the ramp, up the steps and into the ring. She gets a microphone from Charlie and turns back towards her audience.

Mulligan: Oh come on! Not she again... let’s cut the crap and get on with the real show.

Fuzz: Well Kahlan is the goddamn show!

“I’m here right now, letting you guys to be honoured by my presence and taking air time as is my right to address you people but mainly some other hooligan. Oh, you don’t know who I’m talking about? Well he is big. Like really big. And clumsy, and he stinks, smelling so bad like he lives on a pig farm or something. He is rude, impolite and doesn’t understand what etiquette means. He has big feet too, and a bigger mouth even. Know who I’m talking about?”

Mulligan: Ow come on! You’re signing your own death wish here.

“I thought so, you guys are so dumb it’s a mystery to me how you work out how to buy tickets to come here and watch me. Well anyhow, let me tell you who it is. Who else is it but Bud Whiser.”

The arena was filled with booing but on mentioning the name it is engulfed in more than mere noise. It emits wave after wave of embarrassing curses and phrases dissolved in chants.

“Well I see most of you are too much alike Bud but I expected no less, so I’ve brought a cure.”

KaHLaN fishes her iPod out of her pocket and fits the headphones in.

Fuzz: Ingenuity against indecency! This is why I love KAHLAN!

Mulligan: Don’t waste yourself sucking up Col, she can’t hear you.

“See? I can’t hear a single word you people are chanting... what? What? Sorry I can’t hear.”

Chuckling deviously she brings the microphone up again.

“KAY! Now that that problem is solved, let me get back on the real important topic. Whiser, I’m sure you can hear me out at the back since you don’t strike me as the type of guy who appreciates music, so listen up close. I don’t care about the odds and stipulation and your size and strength and all that crap. ‘Cause me... BABY I’M HARDCORE. I’m both hardcore and HARD to the CORE! Hell I’m so HARD it’s too hard for me not to break men’s hearts and gears both. Tonight you’re going to get to taste it. There is no chance in hell for you to make me submit, because I’m so DAMN flexible not even your MAMA could believe it until she sees me. And if you’re thinking a pin is the answer... well you’re even dumber than you look.”

Suddenly K produces her infamous little K, the K engraved knife that has seen so much blood in this company in the previous years.

“You see this Bud? Tonight, you will walk into the ring as a man... and leave it half a man when I cut off your little sorry excuse for a buddy!”

Fuzz: You hear that Al? Bud has a sorry excuse for a buddy! HA HA!

“And that’s because I’m a real BITCH when I want to be one! And another thing-”

TBCB They know who

[Ryan Hughes]

Kahlan is unceremoniously cut off by the sounds of “We Are One” by 12 Stones, which signals the arrival of a certain band of brothers that have been wreaking havoc over the last week. After a moment of shock, the fans in the bleachers begin to boo the group, even though they haven't hit the stage yet. Kahlan turns, taking her iPod headphones out with a furious look on her face. Eventually, the men behind the little interruption show themselves.

“No this isn't nice at all. These men weren't content with ambushing Desperado last week, so now they feel they have to rain on Kahlan's parade too!”

“Like it or not Colin, these men are the faces of GHW. They can do whatever they like, whenever they like. I like it!”

One by one, Ryan Hughes, Chip Diddy, El Nacho Grande and Smarky Smark. The foursome line up side by side at the top of the ramp, before beginning their powerful stride towards the ring. The music is dimmed slightly, as Hughes lifts up the microphone in his hand to his mouth.

“Blah blah blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH!”

The rest of his comrades laugh at the seemingly unfunny insult from the Batman, causing the crowd in Buffalo to voice their discontent ever louder. Hughes doesn't need to speak again...yet. The four men approach the ring, and the vulnerable woman that stands inside it. Hughes climbs to the apron nearest to him, while the rest of the Corps go around the back, stalking around the dishevelled Kahlan. Leaning on the ropes seperating himself and Little K, Hughes speaks once more as his music dies down.

“Now, Kahlan. I am pretty sure that no one here gives a damn about what you have to say about anything.”

If looks could kill, Ryan would be six feet under. Kahlan shoots the Mancunian Mauler a mean look, her body almost trembling with rage. She doesn't look away from Hughes, despite being in the knowledge that three of his cohorts have made their way in to the squared circle, and are standing right behind her.

“Your mind may not be able to comprehend this fact yet, but you need to realise that your opinions, much like everyone else on this roster, are worthless. Maybe instead of talking smack about your opponent tonight, you should be in the back, praying for your livelihood. Because Bud Whiser may be a has-been old windbag, but I doubt you could even kick his ass.

Now because I am a gentleman, I'm going to give you a reprieve. Leave this ring now, and we won't harm one hair on your pretty little head. If you refuse, I'm pretty sure that the Corps can think of something to do with you.”

Kahlan looks around, and sees Chip Diddy raise his balaclava to cover his mouth, normally a sign that shit is about to go down, so to speak. El Nacho Grande cracks his knuckles, ready to strike at any moment on the poor girl. Clarkson's eyes brim with tears of rage and frustration, knowing that there is nothing that she can do, apart from leave. Hughes senses this in her, and moves to the side, extending his arm towards the stage as if to say “this way”. Kahlan bows her head momentarily, before storming out of the ring, much to the enjoyment of the Corps. She gets halfway down the ramp, when Hughes climbs the turnbuckle facing the stage to address her.

“And while you're at it, make me a sandwich, you two-bit whore!”

Kahlan just continues on the path out of the arena, as the fans begin to boo furiously at the actions of The Corps, namely Ryan Hughes.

“Now that was uncalled for. These guys are low life scum.”

“At least they got her to shut the hell up. And hey, she's on sandwich duty! Maybe she can get us some foodskies!”

Hughes basks in the growing hatred towards him and his brothers, who are currently exchanging high fives and patting eachother on the back. Ryan wipes a tear of laughter from his eye.

“Oh God...oh... I kill myself at times...”

“I wish he would kill himself now.”

Hughes didn't hear Colin's remark, luckily. Steadying himself, the Englishman continues.

“Now that we have her out of the way, let's talk about something worthwhile. Us.

I'm guessing you all saw what happened last week. The big tag team match. I got paired up with Desperado for god knows what reason, and of course, I didn't win. Not by any fault of my own, of course. But by the hand of my so-called partner, who decided that the only way he could get his fifteen minutes was to DKO me! Ryan Hughes! He took the cowards way to the top. There is no GLORY and no HONOR is sneak attacking people. It shows the signs of someone who can't catch a break in life. Someone who can't get themselves anywhere off their own back, but simply uses other people to get to the top. Those people are worthless. Just like our friend, Kahlan!”

A chant strikes up throughout the arena of “FUCK YOU BATMAN!”, which angers one member of the Corps. Grabbing the mic that Kahlan dropped on her way out, Chip Diddy vents at the crowd.

“Ya'll need to learn to shut yo' god damn mouths! You guys are wastin' yo' breath if you think your little sing-along is going to make us leave. Now if you know what's good for you, shut yo' yaps and listen up!”

The crowd boo even more after the words of the Diddmeister, but Ryan pats him on the back, before speaking.

“Now. On to the here and now. The H-Games starts tonight, and the draw has left me with some waster I have never heard of before. What's his name? Uh... that's right. Damien Carter. Who the hell is this guy? I'm sure Vortigern is doing this to me on purpose. I should be the one drawn against Hayden HardKore. I should be leaving tonight as King of the Deathmatches. But no. I have to whittle my way through the deadwood, and hopefully receive a reality check when I fight one of the power players. Not gonna happen.

You see, I am going to make a pledge. Not just to the Corps, not just to you plebeians, but to the entire roster. What I do tonight to Damien Carter is just going to be the tip of the iceberg. When I smash his head through those four panes of glass, and impale him with the shards caused by his own doing, I hope you guys in the back will take notice. I won one big event this year, and I plan on making a clean sweep. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!

Because I'm Ryan Hughes.”

Hughes drops his mic, and is congratulated by his brethren for a successful speech. “We Are One” plays once again, and the foursome leave the ring, after giving the 'official' introduction to H-Games 2010.



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[Desperado]

Nice work you two. I really liked this segment. Karma to both of you.

[Wyziner]

This wins so much, it almost fails. ;D Karma.