Post by Hayden on Apr 21, 2013 21:42:46 GMT -5
It is the week before Rise of the Fighty fighty persons, mid-way through the card. Just as the arena seems set for the next match, a familiar song begins to blare out of the arena's speakers.
CKY's 96 Quite Bitter beings receives a warm reception from the capacity crowd, announcing the arrival of the Jackass, albeit a little earlier than expected. The Kiwi lets his song play on into the verse before poking his head around the entrance curtain and stepping out into the light. Not yet dressed for action, the New Zealand Legend is dressed in a charcoal jacket and matching trousers, completed with a white shirt, open-necked and without a tie. His trademark Aviator sunglasses are capped on his head and he walks with a confident swagger, not the traditional walk of a man staring down into the abyss of retirement. In his hands, the Kiwi clutches at a wad of papers. Absently, Hayden taps at these papers as he walks, subconsciously pointing out their importance.
"Well, either Hayden read the running order wrong and has turned up early for his match, or the Kiwi has something on his mind that couldn't wait until his match with Jaggeroth."
"Well, seeing as Jaggeroth is going to beat the holy hell out of Hayden tonight, I am not surprised. Hayden may as well get the business out of the way while he is still conscious."
When he reaches the ring, Hayden is quick to retrieve a microphone from ringside and address the waiting masses.
"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to burst on out here unannounced, but I must point something out to your attention.
You see, next week is Rise of the Fighty fighty persons. Ironically named, as it will be my last match - I'm still sticking to my guns. This retirement is for real, my body is already letting me know that to be true.
You see, a match in which two legends of this business... two men that have sweated and bled GHW for years, end their journey in needs to be just that. A match big enough to contain the hype that surrounds it. A match so devastating and brutal that the combatants will need to push themselves beyond their natural limits. At the same time, a match technical enough that the victor need not be the person who can swing their chair or Kendo stick the fastest - the perfect mix of hardcore and technicality.[/i]
As the fans roar in approval for the words that have begun to slip out of Hayden's mouth and their implications towards his upcoming match with Vladimir Strife, Hayden holds the wad of papers into the air.
"In my hands, I hold both the contract for next week's match, signed by both Vladimir Strife and myself. I also hold a copy of the match card, let me read it to you.
In the penultimate match of the night, Hayden HardKore will take on Vladimir T. Strife in a legend versus legend match. This match will be...[/i]
Hayden pauses, building anticipation with the crowd before he reads out the stipulation to the match, or the match type itself.
"This match will be... A singles match, set for one fall!"[/i]
Hayden lets the words ring around the arena. Instead of the roar of approval that his voice had led towards, he is met with the opposite response. As a chant of "bullshit, bullshit" rips around the GHW arena, Hayden lets his expression turn to a grin.
"Jackasses, that was my first response too. And what did I do upon reading this?
Well, I put my pants back on and headed straight out here to get some answers.
So, without further screwing around, I need a few people to get out here. Jaggeroth, seeing as you are the only member of this incompetent board of directors, you need to get your ego through the entrance way and make your way on down that ramp to answer some questions - let's put aside your preparation to drive me six feet under for now, you will get your chance later on. I'm focused on business right now.
Also, to make it all official, Vlad... Get your hind-quarters on down here too. Might as well all be on the same page right. Jaggeroth is going to need to know that this is not just me pissing in the breeze.
And, I believe you have just the perfect match in mind already, so you can come on down here to explain to the fine people... and Jaggeroth, just what it is."[/i]
Hayden lowers the microphone and eyeballs the entrance ramp, waiting for one or both of the men to arrive.
TBC Jag or Vlad
CKY's 96 Quite Bitter beings receives a warm reception from the capacity crowd, announcing the arrival of the Jackass, albeit a little earlier than expected. The Kiwi lets his song play on into the verse before poking his head around the entrance curtain and stepping out into the light. Not yet dressed for action, the New Zealand Legend is dressed in a charcoal jacket and matching trousers, completed with a white shirt, open-necked and without a tie. His trademark Aviator sunglasses are capped on his head and he walks with a confident swagger, not the traditional walk of a man staring down into the abyss of retirement. In his hands, the Kiwi clutches at a wad of papers. Absently, Hayden taps at these papers as he walks, subconsciously pointing out their importance.
"Well, either Hayden read the running order wrong and has turned up early for his match, or the Kiwi has something on his mind that couldn't wait until his match with Jaggeroth."
"Well, seeing as Jaggeroth is going to beat the holy hell out of Hayden tonight, I am not surprised. Hayden may as well get the business out of the way while he is still conscious."
When he reaches the ring, Hayden is quick to retrieve a microphone from ringside and address the waiting masses.
"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to burst on out here unannounced, but I must point something out to your attention.
You see, next week is Rise of the Fighty fighty persons. Ironically named, as it will be my last match - I'm still sticking to my guns. This retirement is for real, my body is already letting me know that to be true.
You see, a match in which two legends of this business... two men that have sweated and bled GHW for years, end their journey in needs to be just that. A match big enough to contain the hype that surrounds it. A match so devastating and brutal that the combatants will need to push themselves beyond their natural limits. At the same time, a match technical enough that the victor need not be the person who can swing their chair or Kendo stick the fastest - the perfect mix of hardcore and technicality.[/i]
As the fans roar in approval for the words that have begun to slip out of Hayden's mouth and their implications towards his upcoming match with Vladimir Strife, Hayden holds the wad of papers into the air.
"In my hands, I hold both the contract for next week's match, signed by both Vladimir Strife and myself. I also hold a copy of the match card, let me read it to you.
In the penultimate match of the night, Hayden HardKore will take on Vladimir T. Strife in a legend versus legend match. This match will be...[/i]
Hayden pauses, building anticipation with the crowd before he reads out the stipulation to the match, or the match type itself.
"This match will be... A singles match, set for one fall!"[/i]
Hayden lets the words ring around the arena. Instead of the roar of approval that his voice had led towards, he is met with the opposite response. As a chant of "bullshit, bullshit" rips around the GHW arena, Hayden lets his expression turn to a grin.
"Jackasses, that was my first response too. And what did I do upon reading this?
Well, I put my pants back on and headed straight out here to get some answers.
So, without further screwing around, I need a few people to get out here. Jaggeroth, seeing as you are the only member of this incompetent board of directors, you need to get your ego through the entrance way and make your way on down that ramp to answer some questions - let's put aside your preparation to drive me six feet under for now, you will get your chance later on. I'm focused on business right now.
Also, to make it all official, Vlad... Get your hind-quarters on down here too. Might as well all be on the same page right. Jaggeroth is going to need to know that this is not just me pissing in the breeze.
And, I believe you have just the perfect match in mind already, so you can come on down here to explain to the fine people... and Jaggeroth, just what it is."[/i]
Hayden lowers the microphone and eyeballs the entrance ramp, waiting for one or both of the men to arrive.
TBC Jag or Vlad
