Post by Hayden on Aug 19, 2011 19:07:11 GMT -5
A week after the Circus's reformation, Tuesday Night Triumph is in high alert. All eyes watch nervously for some type of continuation to the madness observed last week. The card leads itself on, each match bringing the issue to the front of everybody's minds. As the third match of the night is about to commence, the Titatn Tron flickers itself into life, a chilling reminder of last week's antics playing itself out on the screen.
"Abandon hope..."
"...Violence, has returned..."
With those cryptic words passing over the P.A system, Krytops exists the mist. The Best seems to be the fans most hated right now as they chant down their disgust for his earlier actions from the rafters on high. He is soon followed by GHW's newest acquisition, Vyrus. The Best and the Uncurable stand beside the ropes and look over their shoulder's towards the back of them, a demon from days gone by breaks through the column of fog and makes his presence known, he speaks his first words since returning to the land where honor was empty, and glory was all that really mattered.
"Dom...for once it looks like it is I who have you at my mercy, and for once, you're going to play the fool tonight! No one escapes the debilitating force I have been able to conjure up straight out of myth itself...Attack my horde..."
With that, the sides of the ring billow out, from the waves of clouded wonder springs forth two shambling figures, in the light they seem to be not of this world, even from a different plane of existence if you will.
"It's D-boy and STAIN! Jaggeroth has acquired two new minions for his onslaught against GHW's pure!"
The fat, bloated corpse of D-boy begins jogging his way from the ring towards the two remaining Legion members, ready to dwell out the fires of his eternal hunger, if only for a moment. Stain's nimble body beats him there though, at the last second, and for his troubles the famished beast is the first to eat the piercing steel in Dominik's hands. The pointed pricks of the thumbtacks inbedded into STAIN's head, when Dom tried to pull it out, he was greeted with a splash of green, viscous liquid all over his face. Shawn was already on the offensive once D-boy joined the party, his kendo stick was in a flurry while he tried to slap away the snapping teeth of the zombie fatty that wanted to pick his brain. The dynamic duo decided their best chance was to flee the scene, cause they knew there were a lot more then this waiting around to tear them limb from limb. Running up the ramp, Shawn and Dom both halt at the top while the Hordes men below began their stiff legged journey up, they quickly bowed to the fans and raised up with one finger salutes to Jaggeroth, and then disappeared from the scene. The Psycho King stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by his fog he belted out a fit of laughter from the antics he just stirred up. D-boy and Stain both returned to the squared circle, where they promptly made themselves into a chair, D-boy bent over on his hands and knees while Stain went back to back with Jaggeroth as he sat down, making the Psycho King an impromptu throne.
"That's right, run you little bitches! You've just made the perfect example for how the rest of GHW should react when faced with something you'll never truly, quite understand..."
Contempt with the events that had thus transpired, Jaggeroth smiles dementedly from upon his throne on high...of D-boy's back and with that, he returned to the sermon that was to be delivered to the unwashed masses.
"People of Glory and Honor Wrestling...it hasn't been too long, so introductions aren't necessary for me. Two months ago, a devil women by the name of Haven Cassedy killed me with her cowardice, a blatant sneak attack from on high, there she hung me for you all to bear witness to, and you all cheered...Then, she had the gaul to bury my ass in a river, on my own birthday of all days, and with that, my life force was expunged from existence. I won't go into detail about how I'm still alive, your feeble minds would never understand the masterpiece of my resurrection, but I will tell you this. When I was coming up through the ethereal plains, I saw a certain she-wolf going down, and my laughing stature was the last thing she would ever see before lowering into the abyss. It was certainly a surprise for her, and talking about surprises..."
The titan tron sprang to life, it's white glow and visuals pierced the murky darkness Jaggeroth and crew had set themselves in. It showed Dominik Santiago and Shawn Dreamer running down the hall to the Legion's locker room, Dom was in a hurry looking for the key, but he wasn't going to need it. The door began bowing out after their voices were heard from beyond it's cover, cracks were heard next. Dom and Shawn press against the opposing wall as if their pants had simultaneously been shat in at the same time. In a mad dash, both Legionaries sprint down the hall after the bodies of Jeff Young, AJ. Johnson, Seth the Damned and new acquisition, the heavily muscled Henry Cooper break out of the door through the wooded barrier, their teeth knawing at the air and their hands reaching for the delicious flesh of the Legion. They all packed inside the door, almost preventing their own escape.
Dom: "YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!"
Were the last things heard before the scene goes black. Laughing as if he had just played the greatest prank in history, Jaggeroth squirmed on top of his throne of bodies in violent giggling fits, he corrects himself and returns to his words.
"HAAAA! How does it feel, Dom? Hehehe...You should be happy, you escaped, only because I let you mind you, and you turned out alot better than, per say, Hayden Hardkore. The reigning New Age Champion, the killer Kiwi who has stared down every challenger to his reign, and spit in their eye. Hayden, you didn't seem so cocky when you were on the receiving end of the annihilation I planned for you, a masterpiece of malice if I do say so myself. I haven't seen you tonight yet, Hayden. Are you back there, plotting away at how you'll somehow rise up and vanquish me, like so many other fools? There's one problem you sniveling shit, I've beaten you before, pin you right here in the middle of this ring, and yet, you've never scored against me. I am of a whole different level, Kiwi boy, I'm the bad guy, but I'll never run from you, never hide in the corners and curse your name...I'm of the type of person who comes and and delivers bowel crushing defeats to the mighty, skull crushing beatings to the pure and awe inspiring pain to those just idiotic enough to forget that the playing field means nothing to a being who has been to every plane of existence there is...."
"Beware, Hayden. Beware, Dom...You two have a couple of things that interest me and my new co-horts, and I plan on ripping them from your cold, dead embrace. Shawn Dreamer, you and Kahlan, though not really on the same page these days it seems, you also have a very cherished gift, one that you only gained from my absence into the void, but, I'll let you keep those play things, and collect them when I see fit. Miss. Clarkson, we'll be talking to one another very, very soon. I have another present for you, one, that might of helped out your friends here tonight."
With that, The Time Killer raised from his chair of zombie parts and instructed the two dimwitted corpses to join in the hunt for the Legion. Jaggeroth soon returned to the mic, rambling on about his Horde.
"The plague that I have unleashed onto GHW is one that will never go away. Only I hold the key to the purifying flames that could cleanse this realm, and I only shall once my demands are met. Call me a terrorist, call me whatever you like, but don't forget to mention that I am not a fool, and that the best laid plans, are always the craziest...Hayden, Dom, I know of your plans come Full Circle, and I have my own plans...They could be to sit and wait, or interfere and destroy. You'll just have to wait and find out, Santa doesn't give details this early before our bloody christmas..."
"Mortals of GHW, you can either mount up and prepare for your eventual downfall, or you can turn tail and run like your all mighty Legion has. The King's of the Midnight Carnival have re-banded with new faces, and more warriors are ready to join us in the destructive decadence we have planned for you all. The only thing that will matter is, are you for, or against the Circus..."
When the screen falls silent again, it does so with the booing of the crowd filling the arena. This is only broken with the introduction of an all too familiar sound. CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Being" blares out of the arena speakers, trumpeting the arrival of everybody's favourite Jackass. Hayden soon bursts out of the entranceway, a pissed off look on his face and determination in his step. Trademark aviator sunglasses cover his eyes, but his trademark smile and casual demeanour have long since gone, replaced with a microphone and a stony look of dislike. Wearing his ring gear and a "GHW Jackass" merchandising t-shirt, Hayden marches toward the ring. The Kiwi takes the steps to the ring and wastes little time in getting to the reason why he had come out one match before he was scheduled to.
It would not take a rocket scientist to work out exactly what business Hayden is talking about. He turns his attention to the entranceway, addressing Jaggeroth and the Psychotic Circus backstage in his way.
Hayden's anger looks to engulf him, his nostrils flaring as he speaks. He lowers the mike only for a moment to catch his breath before continuing.
Hayden lowers the mike once more, beckoning for Jaggeroth to come forward. Knowing the odds about him, Hayden prepares himself for what is about to befall him. Patiently, Hayden waits for the Circus's reply.
TBC Jaggeroth ONLY
OOC: No attacks, this happens two matches before Hayden's match with Carson, which Hayden starts unscathed.
"Abandon hope..."
"...Violence, has returned..."
With those cryptic words passing over the P.A system, Krytops exists the mist. The Best seems to be the fans most hated right now as they chant down their disgust for his earlier actions from the rafters on high. He is soon followed by GHW's newest acquisition, Vyrus. The Best and the Uncurable stand beside the ropes and look over their shoulder's towards the back of them, a demon from days gone by breaks through the column of fog and makes his presence known, he speaks his first words since returning to the land where honor was empty, and glory was all that really mattered.
"Dom...for once it looks like it is I who have you at my mercy, and for once, you're going to play the fool tonight! No one escapes the debilitating force I have been able to conjure up straight out of myth itself...Attack my horde..."
With that, the sides of the ring billow out, from the waves of clouded wonder springs forth two shambling figures, in the light they seem to be not of this world, even from a different plane of existence if you will.
"It's D-boy and STAIN! Jaggeroth has acquired two new minions for his onslaught against GHW's pure!"
The fat, bloated corpse of D-boy begins jogging his way from the ring towards the two remaining Legion members, ready to dwell out the fires of his eternal hunger, if only for a moment. Stain's nimble body beats him there though, at the last second, and for his troubles the famished beast is the first to eat the piercing steel in Dominik's hands. The pointed pricks of the thumbtacks inbedded into STAIN's head, when Dom tried to pull it out, he was greeted with a splash of green, viscous liquid all over his face. Shawn was already on the offensive once D-boy joined the party, his kendo stick was in a flurry while he tried to slap away the snapping teeth of the zombie fatty that wanted to pick his brain. The dynamic duo decided their best chance was to flee the scene, cause they knew there were a lot more then this waiting around to tear them limb from limb. Running up the ramp, Shawn and Dom both halt at the top while the Hordes men below began their stiff legged journey up, they quickly bowed to the fans and raised up with one finger salutes to Jaggeroth, and then disappeared from the scene. The Psycho King stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by his fog he belted out a fit of laughter from the antics he just stirred up. D-boy and Stain both returned to the squared circle, where they promptly made themselves into a chair, D-boy bent over on his hands and knees while Stain went back to back with Jaggeroth as he sat down, making the Psycho King an impromptu throne.
"That's right, run you little bitches! You've just made the perfect example for how the rest of GHW should react when faced with something you'll never truly, quite understand..."
Contempt with the events that had thus transpired, Jaggeroth smiles dementedly from upon his throne on high...of D-boy's back and with that, he returned to the sermon that was to be delivered to the unwashed masses.
"People of Glory and Honor Wrestling...it hasn't been too long, so introductions aren't necessary for me. Two months ago, a devil women by the name of Haven Cassedy killed me with her cowardice, a blatant sneak attack from on high, there she hung me for you all to bear witness to, and you all cheered...Then, she had the gaul to bury my ass in a river, on my own birthday of all days, and with that, my life force was expunged from existence. I won't go into detail about how I'm still alive, your feeble minds would never understand the masterpiece of my resurrection, but I will tell you this. When I was coming up through the ethereal plains, I saw a certain she-wolf going down, and my laughing stature was the last thing she would ever see before lowering into the abyss. It was certainly a surprise for her, and talking about surprises..."
The titan tron sprang to life, it's white glow and visuals pierced the murky darkness Jaggeroth and crew had set themselves in. It showed Dominik Santiago and Shawn Dreamer running down the hall to the Legion's locker room, Dom was in a hurry looking for the key, but he wasn't going to need it. The door began bowing out after their voices were heard from beyond it's cover, cracks were heard next. Dom and Shawn press against the opposing wall as if their pants had simultaneously been shat in at the same time. In a mad dash, both Legionaries sprint down the hall after the bodies of Jeff Young, AJ. Johnson, Seth the Damned and new acquisition, the heavily muscled Henry Cooper break out of the door through the wooded barrier, their teeth knawing at the air and their hands reaching for the delicious flesh of the Legion. They all packed inside the door, almost preventing their own escape.
Dom: "YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!"
Were the last things heard before the scene goes black. Laughing as if he had just played the greatest prank in history, Jaggeroth squirmed on top of his throne of bodies in violent giggling fits, he corrects himself and returns to his words.
"HAAAA! How does it feel, Dom? Hehehe...You should be happy, you escaped, only because I let you mind you, and you turned out alot better than, per say, Hayden Hardkore. The reigning New Age Champion, the killer Kiwi who has stared down every challenger to his reign, and spit in their eye. Hayden, you didn't seem so cocky when you were on the receiving end of the annihilation I planned for you, a masterpiece of malice if I do say so myself. I haven't seen you tonight yet, Hayden. Are you back there, plotting away at how you'll somehow rise up and vanquish me, like so many other fools? There's one problem you sniveling shit, I've beaten you before, pin you right here in the middle of this ring, and yet, you've never scored against me. I am of a whole different level, Kiwi boy, I'm the bad guy, but I'll never run from you, never hide in the corners and curse your name...I'm of the type of person who comes and and delivers bowel crushing defeats to the mighty, skull crushing beatings to the pure and awe inspiring pain to those just idiotic enough to forget that the playing field means nothing to a being who has been to every plane of existence there is...."
"Beware, Hayden. Beware, Dom...You two have a couple of things that interest me and my new co-horts, and I plan on ripping them from your cold, dead embrace. Shawn Dreamer, you and Kahlan, though not really on the same page these days it seems, you also have a very cherished gift, one that you only gained from my absence into the void, but, I'll let you keep those play things, and collect them when I see fit. Miss. Clarkson, we'll be talking to one another very, very soon. I have another present for you, one, that might of helped out your friends here tonight."
With that, The Time Killer raised from his chair of zombie parts and instructed the two dimwitted corpses to join in the hunt for the Legion. Jaggeroth soon returned to the mic, rambling on about his Horde.
"The plague that I have unleashed onto GHW is one that will never go away. Only I hold the key to the purifying flames that could cleanse this realm, and I only shall once my demands are met. Call me a terrorist, call me whatever you like, but don't forget to mention that I am not a fool, and that the best laid plans, are always the craziest...Hayden, Dom, I know of your plans come Full Circle, and I have my own plans...They could be to sit and wait, or interfere and destroy. You'll just have to wait and find out, Santa doesn't give details this early before our bloody christmas..."
"Mortals of GHW, you can either mount up and prepare for your eventual downfall, or you can turn tail and run like your all mighty Legion has. The King's of the Midnight Carnival have re-banded with new faces, and more warriors are ready to join us in the destructive decadence we have planned for you all. The only thing that will matter is, are you for, or against the Circus..."
When the screen falls silent again, it does so with the booing of the crowd filling the arena. This is only broken with the introduction of an all too familiar sound. CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Being" blares out of the arena speakers, trumpeting the arrival of everybody's favourite Jackass. Hayden soon bursts out of the entranceway, a pissed off look on his face and determination in his step. Trademark aviator sunglasses cover his eyes, but his trademark smile and casual demeanour have long since gone, replaced with a microphone and a stony look of dislike. Wearing his ring gear and a "GHW Jackass" merchandising t-shirt, Hayden marches toward the ring. The Kiwi takes the steps to the ring and wastes little time in getting to the reason why he had come out one match before he was scheduled to.
"Guys, cut my music...
I'll get right to the point, I know that I'm not due out here yet and that I am taking up the time of those scheduled to fight next, but I have some unfinished business that is simply eating away at my soul"
[/center]I'll get right to the point, I know that I'm not due out here yet and that I am taking up the time of those scheduled to fight next, but I have some unfinished business that is simply eating away at my soul"
It would not take a rocket scientist to work out exactly what business Hayden is talking about. He turns his attention to the entranceway, addressing Jaggeroth and the Psychotic Circus backstage in his way.
"Jaggeorth, get your freakish ass out here and let's settle this.
You have the gall to come back, and yet you won't even face me like a man. Get your cronies to do your dirty work and then parade about the arena like you out to be feared?
I don't buy into your mind games, I am not intimidated and I will not lay down and die like an old dog. You want to beat me up three on one, four on one, six on one... Sure, bring your whole army of rejected psychopaths. I could care less... But you do NOT for a moment tell me that I am a coward."
[/center]You have the gall to come back, and yet you won't even face me like a man. Get your cronies to do your dirty work and then parade about the arena like you out to be feared?
I don't buy into your mind games, I am not intimidated and I will not lay down and die like an old dog. You want to beat me up three on one, four on one, six on one... Sure, bring your whole army of rejected psychopaths. I could care less... But you do NOT for a moment tell me that I am a coward."
Hayden's anger looks to engulf him, his nostrils flaring as he speaks. He lowers the mike only for a moment to catch his breath before continuing.
"You obviously don't pay attention, do you Jaggeroth. You think that I am secretly plotting a way to destroy you, that is laughable. I wouldn't give you the honour of deserving a secret plot. This is about as secret as I get...
Bring your ass out her right now and let me kick it back to the grave that you crawled out of.
You want a fight, you have got one. Bring your circus, complete with elephants, clowns and bearded ladies. Bring your army... I will take them down myself. This is me, calling you out. Right here, right now. How's that for a secret plot you freakish bastard?"
[/center]Bring your ass out her right now and let me kick it back to the grave that you crawled out of.
You want a fight, you have got one. Bring your circus, complete with elephants, clowns and bearded ladies. Bring your army... I will take them down myself. This is me, calling you out. Right here, right now. How's that for a secret plot you freakish bastard?"
Hayden lowers the mike once more, beckoning for Jaggeroth to come forward. Knowing the odds about him, Hayden prepares himself for what is about to befall him. Patiently, Hayden waits for the Circus's reply.
TBC Jaggeroth ONLY
OOC: No attacks, this happens two matches before Hayden's match with Carson, which Hayden starts unscathed.
