The REAL King

[Hayden]

It is the week after Nexus, the dust has settled and all is right with the world once more. The Tuesday Night Triumph show had once again sold out the arena, with the hype of Nexus carrying on in the minds of the GHW universe. Unanswered questions and musings have led more than the usual following, and the questions only begin to rise further when CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play.

~~"Fuzz"~~
Well, Nexus is over and we again areforced to get on with our lives. It sure was one hell of a show!

~~Big Al~~
And to make things more interesting, it apears we are about to be joined by the part time legend, Hayden HardKore!

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Indeed, as the pair continue to talk, the aviator wearing figure of Hayden HardKore appears at the tp of the entrance ramp. He has a mike in his hands and a fine brown jacket slung over a white open necked shirt. As the camera pans down his body, oozing with confidence, it catches his charcoal coloured jeans and brown boots. He walks through all of the murmuring and muttering, making a beeline for the ring.

When close enough, Hayden takes the steps before slipping underneath the top rope and pacing into the squared circle. He smiles, tipping his sunglasses onto the top of his head. The Jackass pauses, lifting the mike to his mouth, before smiling his trademark cheesy smile and lowering the mike once more, keeping the fans in bated suspense. Finally, Hayden had had enough of the game, and amidst a sea of cheering for the legend to reveal his intentions, he begins to speak.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
I can feel it in my veins, through every fibre of my body... My loyal Jackasses, you have waited too long!

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Hayden pauses to catch his breath, letting the cheering continue while he catches up with himself. When satisfied, he continues to speak.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
Before GHW took its nose dive from the top of the world, I was on tp of the world. The undisputed champion, holder of both the New Age Championship and the King of the Deathmatch Championship.

Then it was all taken away from me.

Thats how these things work, they are cruel and unfair, but nobody ever won anything by crying over spilt milk. I am here tonight to write the wrongs of the past. I am here to claim what is mine. You already have a new "New Age" Champion, so I'm going to start with the feather in my crown. I am here to retake my throne as the King of the Deathmatch!

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Hayden turns his head to the side, looking away to the crowd on his right. The simple movement causes the fans in that area to almost fall over themselves in their quest to gain the favour of the Jackass. Hayden smiles and turns his attention back to the matter at hand.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
So, here's how its going to go down.
Darth "Whateverhisnameis" is going to come down here and we will talk through our predicamanet. I am a respectful person, so I'm going to earn my title back, but Darth, you need to know that champion or not, you're still a speedbump in my way back to the top of the mountain.

So, get your ass down here and let us stop wasting these good peoples' time!

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Hayden lowers the mike, staring up at the ramp and looking toward the direction that Darth will innevitably come through.

TBC Darth or staff

[TPK]

Hayden doesn't have to wait long, as the lights in the arena dim to pitch black darkness. The fans jeer loudly, their disdain being voiced, as Duel of the Fates blasts over the speakers.

Big Al: Well, this is certainly something. Darth That Guy, Hayden Hardkore...can anyone say fireworks?

Fuzz: Yeah, that is of course provided Darth actually AGREES to a match. Sure, he's been a fighting champion so far...but this IS a certified legend we are talking about.

Darth's figure cuts through the darkness and slowly steps onto the top of the ramp. A large burst of fire rises behind the champ briefly illuminating the arena. Darth motions towards his belt, glances from side to side, and begins his slow trek down the ramp to a chorus of boos. The Sith Lord reaches the bottom of the ramp, stops, and looks over his shoulder before climbing up onto the dusty ring apron and stepping through the ropes. Once in the ring That Guy grabs a mic that is on the ground, once the lights return to normal he leers into the eyes of Hayden who patiently awaits an answer from the reigning KotDM.

Darth: You...you would go into battle with a Sith Lord? You, a mere mortal want to face me, a man who was forged from the ashes of Malachor V? All I have to say, is if you REALLY want to do this...if you really want to step in between these ropes and face me with my belt on the line, enter the H-Games. You may even be "fortunate" enough to face me in round one. Of course if you DO beat me that early you have to ask, are you really prepared to defend this belt week in and week out? The H-Games, from what I hear, will test you like almost nothing else! So what's it going to be Hayden, you going to enter and test your "luck" or what?

Fuzz: Well, can't say I didn't see that coming. Darth, pretty much just told Hayden no.

Big Al: What? He told him to enter the H-Games, that hardly constitutes a no in my books. All he is doing is making Hayden work just a little harder for it. Even so, as Darth just pointed out, Hayden could very well face Darth That Guy right away.

Fuzz: Yeah, well he could also end up facing a whole slew of guys before getting his shot at Darth...if he even has the belt by that time.

TBC By Hayden or Staff
(OOC: Hope you don't mind the curve, trying to hype up the H-Games a little as well as make a response.)

[Hayden]

Hayden is not faltered by the Sith's avoidance of his request. Instead, the veteran simply smiles at the KOTDM champ, raising the mike to his mouth once more. The Jackass makes sure he stands close enough to DTG that the Sith can feel his breath. When the New Zealand native speaks, his words come with an aura of confidence about them.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
A mortal? Well, sometimes I wonder myself. You see, I've been through hell and back more times than you would care to remember. Twice in my career I have been told that I will never wrestle again, paralysed from the waist down and yet I stand here today stronger than I have ever been before!

If you are too afraid of facing me, then just say so, but don't go hiding behind a shroud of some competition that we both know I'm going to win anyway. And for what? Your pretty little statistic?
What are you up to now, One Hundred and Sixty Five Days and counting as title holder? Well done... And who exactly have you faced in that time?

What big names have you faced off against? You are lucky Darth, you seem to have gotten the title in the twilight of its significance. You won the title after the Exodus, after GHW ceased to be great, and now that it is once more, you are going to get swallowed up by the machine. I'm happy to do the swallowing.

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Darth does not back down, moreso, he looks to add his rebuttal, raising his mike to his mouth to argue his case. Rudely, Hayden cuts him off, hogging the limelight for himself.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
I don't remember telling you that you can talk...

You want me to jump through hoops, thats fine. I can't blame you for not wanting to face me. You see Darth, you see to be underestimating me.

These "H-Games" you speak of, I built my entire career out of such festivities. Hell, they're named after me... Hayden HardKore, the HH-Games. One way or another, you will face me. And one way or another, you will loose.

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Hayden begins to turn away from the Sith Lord, but stops mid-way through his sentence to continue his frustrated tirade.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
I don't care if its today, tomorrow or whenever you decide to man up enough to give me my due match, but I will get to you, and you will never be the same again. That title is mine, I never lost the damned thing in the ring. You're simply looking after it for me.

When that day comes, bring your A-Game... You're going to need it.

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The frustrated Kiwi paces across the ring, waiting to think of what to say next. The action gives Darth That Guy a chance to finally speak. Slowly, the Sith KotDM champion raises the mike to his mouth once more.

TBC DTG

[Wolverina]

"Zombies" begins to play abruptly, bringing the fans to their feet and the roof blowing off the arena as Wolverina walks out. Arms stretch out with eager hands cloying at the popular superstar, not a single butt seated at this point. The People's Princess vibrantly struts down the aisle, tagging hands and hugging the younger children in the stands. Her heavily dimpled smile had re-appeared, complimented by her simple attire of form fitting blue jeans, a pink non-descript t-shirt ending just above her belly button, and her hair pulled into two cute pig tails.



"Talk about business picking up, Al. This woman came closer than anybody to taking that title off of Darth."
"Were the rumors true though? I heard she had quit."

Near the ring she pulls her trademark sunshades off of her head and places them on a young girl before turning and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. After popping up and tossing a cute wave and wink to the adoring crowd, her music stops and she's handed a mic by the ring side attendant.

"I'm sorry to have busted up the party, guys. You know, for the past week or so I've been contemplating my future and, as you all probably read on the dirt sheets and romour boards, I came to the conclusion that I should walk away. Alot of it had to due with Jaggeroth and all the things he's done to me and my loved ones. It just seemed like there was no end in sight when it came to him. Then, despite my best efforts to lose the tag titles as his partner, we somehow won the dang match. Going into my second match of the night against you Darth, I was at my wits end. A part of me was hoping that beating you would bring an end to Jaggy's hold on me, but another part wondered what horros would come from me winning the title, seeing that I'd still be tag champs with the most evil bastard on earth."

Haven looks around for a second, drawing in a breath as she spot checks Hayden and Darth momentarily.

"I lost my focus somewhere in our match, even though I was giving you all you could handle. I came so close to beating you even though I wasn't 100 percent, heck I probbaly wasn't even 50 percent after what Jaggy and Gangstaballs did to me in that tag match earlier. I gave up, and you squeaked in a victory over me. But it's funny how things work out. It seems that my actions in the tag match made Jaggeroth wise up to the fact that I'll never, EVER be his, and would rather lose a title than be with him. So he ripped up that fancy little tag contract he'd had Grimy to weasel past Voritgen, which brings me to the here and now. I'm here to challenge you Darth, to a re-match on the next TNT. Hayden, your past accomplishments are many and far more than I ever hope to gather, but unlike you, I have been in the ring with this man and have had him on the verge of defeat, and like I said, I wasn't anywhere near the top of my game while doing so. Darth knows I can bring it, so he has no excuse to try to send me on a wild goose chase through H-games like he is trying with you. All I am asking of you Hayeden, is to step aside for one week. If i can defeat darth, I will give you first shot at the title, anytime you want it. No games, no stalling. And darth, to show you and the world I mean business, I am going to impress you into accepting my challenge, I'm goi-"

Without warning, and in mid-sentence, the lightning quick Wolverina delivers a devastating "Goodness Gracious" superkick to Hayden's chin, knocking it for a loop and deflating his ego as he crumbles to the mat.

"Holy Sh*t!"
"I dunno bout darth, but hot damn that impressed me!"

Instead of being met with jeers as you'd expect, the People's Princess is greeted with cheers just as loud as ever. She smiles innocently into the sea of supporters and, almost as if a afterthought, looks down at Hayden and in a low and quick voice, speaks.

"Thank you for visiting the wonderous world of Wolverina, hope you enjoyed your stay. Exit 1 is right there, drive safe."

Her finger points up the ramp at the end of her speil, hinting that HardKore should make a retreat when recovered enough to walk. Cassady's attention turns back to Darth, the man whom she squares up with and walks toward.

"Uh oh, here we go, here we GO!"
"Wolfie vs Darth, round 2, I love it!"

TBCB hayden, Darth and/or staff. OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in here, figured I'd give it a go since I did so well against himl. Feel free to rough Wolfie up a little bit Hayden, or Darth. Thank you for stepping aisde Carson. I owe you.

[Jaggeroth]

Darth stares around the ring at the three people before him, all claiming their rights to the throne. His head turns to the entrance ramp, he felt something through the force. Turning around, The Lord of the Sith, raises the mic to get some words in.


"You fools! If you were taking on a low rank member you'd only get your heads kicked in. Mess with a member of the High Council...You're going to meet your end."


Hayden gazes around in astonishment, what the hell was Darth talking about.


"You lose a few screws, Dork! You're out here with the best in the world. Who could possibly be coming to save you?"


Haven stands near the turnbuckle, her eyes shifting around looking for an escape route.

"As far as I'm concerned, ain't no on here that can save you from me...AND ANOTHER TH-"


The raving Jack Ass is cut off by......




Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it
Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it
This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it
Death is the answer, go forth and choose it

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay x3
The lust for blood won't go away

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay x3

It is the era of calamity
And I see this with perfect clarity
And there never was an illusion of parity
I've got no time for your crippled christ

We have no need for your crippled christ
And we never lacked for your advice
We don't have to hide our genocide
They'll fear us more when they know the we don't lie






"Get out of there you idiots! The calvary is coming!"

"To late."

The red fog had already started making its way down the entrance ramp. The house lights shut off as the strobes flicker about through the fog on the ramp. Finally, five figures appear on the entrance ramp. The one in the lead flicks back his long hair and stares through the mist as two twin trails of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp. It's hand raises and from the heavens the supreme insignia of evil,a blood red pentagram, spreads across the canvas on the mat. The two Christian soldiers feel odd as the symbol flashes over their bodies from the spot light. Haven hoped that it was someone else, she was begging that the boogeyman wasn't coming for her again. Her heart sinks as the five come down the ramp and break through the fog. Jaggeroth was leading as Grimy, Green Spark, Pyro and a small cloaked being make their way to the ring. The members of the Circus enter the the ring one by one as the three non members hold their ground against GHW's most powerful force. The cloaked being stays to the outside, it paces back and forth as if waiting for it's cue. Darth hands off his mic to Jaggeroth, they give each other a respectful nod, and the King of the Psycho's prepares to speak.


"Three little fools, what is a Time Killer to do? You all come out here expecting to just call the shots around in this place when it comes to my main man's title here....WRONG! Hayden! What have you done here in GHW in the last few months, NOTHING! So why do you get to come out here, act like you own the place then prance around demanding things like a some snobbish richy from the hills. You think just because you're some sort of somebody around here you CAN BE pandered to and receive your every little wish. Bullshit! Go back into hiding, your days were over a long time ago, don't embarrass yourself old man. The life of a Jeff Jarret wannabe is not the road you want to travel."


Hayden paces up and down the ropes, biding his time while the numbers game was clearly not in his favor.

"Nick Carson....I like you as surprising as that sounds."

Jaggeroth turns his attention back towards the shivering little Christian Cutey.


"And I despise you most of all scared crow. So, you walk out on me and the tag titles. Most importantly you walked out on GHW, then you come back after the heat dies off thinking you're off the hook...Well you are off the hook with me. "


Haven is confused, could she finally be free of the mad man's grasps. The cloaked being on the outside starts messing with it's robes.


"That's right, after only a week away I finally found something to fill the hole you left in my decaying heart. That something is actually a someone, someone we both know from a long time ago, and she's very mad at you little girl...Stark raving mad...."


TBCB: She knows who.

[sarahh]

Haven's attention is locked onto the Psycho King. The robed figure sneaks into the ring behind the two christian soldiers and drops her robes revealing an angry women.







The satanic chick pushes Hayden out of the way of Haven, Jag follows suit by chucking the off guard Jack Ass over the top rope. Hayden falls over onto the floor while Haven stares down the demonic goddess in front of her, her memory starts to come back.


"What's the matter, whore. Don't you remember her? You used to make fun of her every day in high school. Of course she lost a ton of weight and got a little better at fighting back. Haven, this is your past. This is Sarah Hawk!"


Haven tries to hide her fear, the past has finally come back to bite her in the ass.


"What's wrong? Got nothing to say to your old high school buddy? No tear felt reunion? No hugging? Nothing? Or are you just trying to remember one of those fat jokes from the good old days so you can tear her down again? I must congratulate you though Haven. It took me 18 years to finally flip my lid after all that crazy christian bullying, it only took you four years of fat joke to make this one lose all control. Real commendable. I must thank you though, all that hate you filled her heart with molded her into something beautiful. Something so angry and hell bent on the destruction of every asshole. A maimer, a killer, a crusher. A Psycho Queen if you will"

Haven tries raising her microphone to address her old whipping post. She barely has time to get out a single syllable before revenge 4 years in the making comes crushing down on her. Hayden tries getting back in the ring to lend a helping hand only to be kept at bay by the Circus, he was forced to watch on as the beating began. Sarah rushes in, spearing poor little Haven to the canvas. The two hottys of opposing forces cat fight against the ground. Haven grabs onto the raven haired goth's pretty lock and tugs as hard as her little arms can, the tugging pulls in Sarah's head which immediately slams into the nose of the Christian Cutey. Haven screams and pulls back, her nose starts flowing the red stuff as Sarah gets on top in a seated position. The Psycho Queen puts her right hand on the mat and gets face to face with the injured Haven, her left hand comes up to her outstretched tongue and wipes down collecting all the saliva it can before striking Haven across the cheek.


"This is getting out of hand, if someone doesn't do something Haven is going to get hurt!"

"This was 4 years in the making, savor the flavor baby."

"It'd be different if the entire Circus wasn't down there. Who knows what Jaggeroth is going to add to this."

"Probably nothing, if I was watching the two loves of my life fighting it out I'd probably take the winner backstage and boink her brains out. There wouldn't be enough time to add some more salt to the loser's wounds."


Sarah lifts off the destroyed little tart, her psychotic master looks on with pride in his slave girl's actions. Sarah kicks her old tormentor in the guts and doubles over the whore, Haven's arm is shot above her head locking their shoulders together as Sarah grabs onto Haven's pants. Haven is lifted up off the ground in the suplex position a few inches then suddenly twirled, her head and back smack the ground hard.


"My god, this is just sick. This Sarah chick is just destroying the People's princess."

"What part of THIS IS REVENGE do you not understand?"


The demonic goddess rises up from her kill and joins her awe struck master so they can enjoy the sight of their hated enemy's destruction together. Her arm tucks over his shoulder while her leg spreads over his crotch in a seductive pose. The King of the Psychos hands off the microphone to his willing submissive.

"Haven, I've waited for this day for so long. All the years of jokes and pig noises and the heckles. Wasn't it you who said I was always going to be a fat bitch during our graduation ceremony, so so so so wrong bitch! I lost the weight, thanks to some encouraging words from an upstart Fighty fighty person by the name of Jared Nathan, I feel madly in love with that man. Little did I know he would start chasing after you, that was all it took for me to fly over the edge. I saw every little thing you put this poor man through. Every day I fought long and hard and literally trained my ass off in the hopes that one day I could confront Jared with a better choice. And that day has come, I offered my soul to the shrine and was rewarded for my submission. Jaggeroth is repaying me, the prize? You're head on a silver plater. Abandon hope bitch. Violence has arrived."

With that Sarah drops the mic and walks over the beaten body of her "innocent" school yard bully. Sarah raises her boot up and brings it down across Haven's stomach. The christian cutey rolls over on her arms with a small blood trail following her. Sarah drives her leg back as far as she can and swings it into the Haven's ribs. Haven rolls out of the ring and plops onto the floor, Hayden comes running to her rescue as Jaggeroth and Sarah look over the edge in stereo demonic laughter. Haven's eyes are full of tears and blood as a camera man comes up to get a close up of the sniffling girl. Hayden yells at him to get away then goes back to looking over Haven's nose. The entire Circus peers over the edge with Darth in the middle staring down the two would be competitors.


TBCB: Hayden or staff.

[Hayden]

Hayden crouches over the downed Haven, uttering words that would only be kept between the two of them. He lifts her head up, slightly, letting the blood that is flowing freely from her nose flow downwards with gravity, rather than blocking her airways. When Haven is breathing well enough by herself, Hayden looks down at the Circus, with a glare in his eyes that wouldn't have been seen in a long time. He looks straight past Darth That Guy, looking straight past the reason he had come out to the ring in the first place. He narrows his eyes in on Jaggeroth and Sarah Hawk.

Scrambling, Hayden reaches to pick up one of the discarded mikes lyign strewn across the ring. With it in his hands and a gleam in his eye, Hayden barks into the mike, stopping the demonic duo dead in their tracks.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
You just signed your own death warrant!

I've seen the likes of you before, and I've cleaned the floor with the likes of you many times. You think that the Circus can trapse on in here and walk around like their shit don't stink? Well, you have picked the wrong person to screw with this time.

Next Tuesday, it'll be me vs the Circus.

Bring as many of your little butt buddies that you please, as many of them that are stupid enough to join you against the Jackass. Bring your new bitch with you, I don't mind hitting a lady... If she deserves it, and by the looks of Haven right now, I'd say she deserves it.
Bring Greenspark if he can get his head out of his own ass for long enough. Bring Pyro, bring Seraphiel, or whoever else you have running your errands at the moment. Bring whoever you like!

2 on 1, 3 on 1... Hell, bring a whole damned army. I will destroy each and every one of you.

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Hayden continues his glare, as Jaggeroth opens his mouth to share his two cents worth. However, he never gets to share, with the Jackass cutting the Psycho King off, just as he had done with Darth earlier.

~~Hayden HardKore~~
I don't remember telling you that you could talk...

One thing that you are going to learn Jaggeroth is that this is MY ring. This is MY home, and you're crapping in MY yard. I couldn't care less if I've been out of the ring for a week, a month or a year. There is a pecking order, and you're not at the top of it... I am.
Now, take your sorry excuse for a woman counterpart and get the hell out of MY arena, before I come down there and carry you out myself.

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With that, Hayden drops the microphone, letting it land with a thud and crackle before the channel is cut. He points toward the entrance ramp, barking orders down at Jaggeroth and Sarah Hawk. The pair look staunch in their footing, unmoving despite Hayden's unfaltering demands. Hayden moves forward, leaning over the rope so that he can make sure that the pair can hear his request. Once more, he demands that the pair leave, telling them that it is their last warning.

~~Big Al~~
Oh boy, this is going to get good. Finally, somebody has the balls to stand up to the Circus.

~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Balls, maybe... Brains, I'm not so sure. Hayden just called out the entire Psychotic Circus. That is everybody who is associated with Jaggeroth in any way. Hayden could be taking on nearly half of the roster single handedly next week!

~~Big Al~~
Never mind next week, we have to get through the rest of tonight yet. Jaggeroth and Hawk look like they are not about to back down, and we know Hayden is too stubborn to, something has got to give!

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TBC