Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 4, 2011 2:31:32 GMT -5
A few segments on TNT had past since the Outcasts rebirth. In the corridors backstage many are scurrying about, trying frantically to steer clear of the Outcasts, save for one man in particular. The most decorated champion in Wrestling history, Hayden Hardkore, whistles a tune as he non-chalantly walks down a hall way with his New Age title slung over his shoulder. Amid the chaos backstage, he stands out like a sore thumb, his expression and posture a picture of serenity. He rounds a corner which happens to be not too far from Smarky Smark's office, perhaps the exact place Hayden is heading to hash out some match contract details. Standing in his way, however, is the Outcasts themselves, prompting the New Zealander to come to a halt, his stance now guarded and no longer so care free.
Nichiolas: *With hands up in a non-hostile manner* "Whoa, take it easy, champ. Not here to fight, believe it or not. No need to be all paranoid. We come in peace. I just want to talk to you about something."
Hayden: "Not interested, move along."
Dustin: "Hayden, just hear us out. Sure, you don't like us and we don't like you, that's a given."
Nicholas: "Damn right I don't like you, Jackass. You're a selfish title hog, arrogant, and think you're too hot to trot. But-"
Nicky is cut off by HardKore's facepalm.
Hayden: "So what you're saying, Carson, is that I am just like you... except better looking, better in the ring, cooler, and actually respected in this industry?"
Nicky digests Hayden's crude insults but somehow maintains his calm, albeit it with a red face full of rising blood pressure. Unfortunately, he is unable to pitch Hayden the idea that the crew had been talking about. Dustin pipes in again.
Dustin: "Ok, Carson deserved that. Now let's move along. The Legion are coming after you, Jackass. More specifically, Dominik Santiago. He wants your New Age title at Full Circle, and honestly I think he will beat you. HOWEVER, it doesn't have to be that way. We in the Outcasts are willing to set aside our dislike for you in order to wipe out a common enemy, the Legion. And in doing so we will hand Dom over to you on a silver platter. We want you in the fold, man. No, not in the Outcasts, we're too cool for you, but we can extend a olive branch to you; a 'We scratch your back and you scratch ours' type deal, you know?"
Hayden: "Hmm. And what kind of back scratching would I have to do? I'd like some specifics."
Millson: "We'll cover that at a time and date to be determined. Just focus on the here and now, okay Hayden."
The Kiwi scans them all then bravely gets all up in Carson's mug.
Hayden: "Honestly, I'll take my chances solo. Truth be told, I'd rather eat a SKO and lose every title and accolade I have, than to ever ally myself to the likes of you three. Jesus, just standing here talking to you has made me lose some credibility."
Nicholas begins to seethe, his brooding temper getting the better of him. Sensing this, Delta gets between them with a peaceful smile on his face.
Dustin: "Okaaaay, fine. You done made me go and break out the bribe. I figured our idea would be a hard sell, so I went ahead and got a brib.. uh I mean 'gift' for you just in case. Hayden, if you accept our offer, I'll give you this...."
In showcase type manner, Delta pulls out a bottle of Centrum Silver vitamins for men over 50 years old. He slowly moves it back and forth HardKore's line of sight, as if trying to hypnotize him.
Dustin: "We'll even get you a lifetime supply if you accept. Come on, Hayden. We need each other. The Legion must be obliterated post haste."
The New Age champion simply shakes his head and sighs.
Hayden: "Jeez, Delta. If only I'd known you were getting me those pills, I would have bought you some Viagra. I might have even went to see the Wizard in Oz and brought you back some brains. Or is it courage that you need?"
The stinging remarks cast a sense of tension over the men involved. Carson steps forth again, asserting himself. With his huge arms he pushes MMM and DD to either side of him, yet instead of striking out at the Kiwi, he turns his side to him.
Nicholas: "I think we're done here. Come on, guys, part the sea."
Delta muffles a giggle and can't help but poke fun at Hayden's age again by mumbling "It's.. it's Moses", as Hayden cautiously moves toward them, his senses at full vigilance. Mid way through passing, Carson smirks at him.
Nicholas: "Next time you're in Oz, little Dorthy, bring me back a heart cause I don't fucking have one."
All it takes is a little shift of Millson's body to send Hayden onto the offensive. The Kiwi slams back an elbow into Delta's nose, hitting the bride of it and drawing blood. Carson tries to get off a shot but is too slow, allowing Hayden to use his speed (for an old guy) to clobber the Mauler several good times in the jawline, knocking his head from side to side. Hardkore's flurry isn't enough to down the behemoth, but does rattle him enough to pave the way for Hayden to lash out at the charging Millson. Raising a shin up with force, Hayden connects it with Triple M's central nuttal region, imploding the man onto his knees. But the numbers game quickly suppresses his spree, with Nicholas smartly using his 280 pounds to tackle Hayden at the low waist from behind, trapping his legs under him. Dustin pounces quickly with stomps, as does Carson once he gets back up. Mighty Man Millson soon recovers, kinda, and joins in the ruckus too. In no time the three are ripping the Kiwi from asshole to appetite with a mud hole stomping for the ages. Wiping blood from his nose, Delta yells...
Dustin: "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood"
The Courier of Controversy points to a nearby empty wooden pallet and the three bastards pick it up. Raising it high over their heads, they hoot and holler down at the beaten New Age champion, before smashing said item down across his back. The pallet breaks into multiple sections, leaving HardKore lying motionless, buried under the splintery debris. That would be enough for now. Each Outcast spits on him, and DD throws the Centrum bottle onto him, as they slowly walk away. They only get half way down the hall before they run into Smarky Smark's office. Instead of knocking, Carson is up to his old tricks again, and Big Boots the door down. Millson peeps his head in and nods at a startled Smarky.
Millson: "We left a message for you down the hall. We couldn't exactly write it on paper though. Well, we could I guess, but we Outcasts are going green these days, wanting to save those trees you know?"
The Outcasts leave laughing.
EOT OOC: Had permission from Hayden.
Nichiolas: *With hands up in a non-hostile manner* "Whoa, take it easy, champ. Not here to fight, believe it or not. No need to be all paranoid. We come in peace. I just want to talk to you about something."
Hayden: "Not interested, move along."
Dustin: "Hayden, just hear us out. Sure, you don't like us and we don't like you, that's a given."
Nicholas: "Damn right I don't like you, Jackass. You're a selfish title hog, arrogant, and think you're too hot to trot. But-"
Nicky is cut off by HardKore's facepalm.
Hayden: "So what you're saying, Carson, is that I am just like you... except better looking, better in the ring, cooler, and actually respected in this industry?"
Nicky digests Hayden's crude insults but somehow maintains his calm, albeit it with a red face full of rising blood pressure. Unfortunately, he is unable to pitch Hayden the idea that the crew had been talking about. Dustin pipes in again.
Dustin: "Ok, Carson deserved that. Now let's move along. The Legion are coming after you, Jackass. More specifically, Dominik Santiago. He wants your New Age title at Full Circle, and honestly I think he will beat you. HOWEVER, it doesn't have to be that way. We in the Outcasts are willing to set aside our dislike for you in order to wipe out a common enemy, the Legion. And in doing so we will hand Dom over to you on a silver platter. We want you in the fold, man. No, not in the Outcasts, we're too cool for you, but we can extend a olive branch to you; a 'We scratch your back and you scratch ours' type deal, you know?"
Hayden: "Hmm. And what kind of back scratching would I have to do? I'd like some specifics."
Millson: "We'll cover that at a time and date to be determined. Just focus on the here and now, okay Hayden."
The Kiwi scans them all then bravely gets all up in Carson's mug.
Hayden: "Honestly, I'll take my chances solo. Truth be told, I'd rather eat a SKO and lose every title and accolade I have, than to ever ally myself to the likes of you three. Jesus, just standing here talking to you has made me lose some credibility."
Nicholas begins to seethe, his brooding temper getting the better of him. Sensing this, Delta gets between them with a peaceful smile on his face.
Dustin: "Okaaaay, fine. You done made me go and break out the bribe. I figured our idea would be a hard sell, so I went ahead and got a brib.. uh I mean 'gift' for you just in case. Hayden, if you accept our offer, I'll give you this...."
In showcase type manner, Delta pulls out a bottle of Centrum Silver vitamins for men over 50 years old. He slowly moves it back and forth HardKore's line of sight, as if trying to hypnotize him.
Dustin: "We'll even get you a lifetime supply if you accept. Come on, Hayden. We need each other. The Legion must be obliterated post haste."
The New Age champion simply shakes his head and sighs.
Hayden: "Jeez, Delta. If only I'd known you were getting me those pills, I would have bought you some Viagra. I might have even went to see the Wizard in Oz and brought you back some brains. Or is it courage that you need?"
The stinging remarks cast a sense of tension over the men involved. Carson steps forth again, asserting himself. With his huge arms he pushes MMM and DD to either side of him, yet instead of striking out at the Kiwi, he turns his side to him.
Nicholas: "I think we're done here. Come on, guys, part the sea."
Delta muffles a giggle and can't help but poke fun at Hayden's age again by mumbling "It's.. it's Moses", as Hayden cautiously moves toward them, his senses at full vigilance. Mid way through passing, Carson smirks at him.
Nicholas: "Next time you're in Oz, little Dorthy, bring me back a heart cause I don't fucking have one."
All it takes is a little shift of Millson's body to send Hayden onto the offensive. The Kiwi slams back an elbow into Delta's nose, hitting the bride of it and drawing blood. Carson tries to get off a shot but is too slow, allowing Hayden to use his speed (for an old guy) to clobber the Mauler several good times in the jawline, knocking his head from side to side. Hardkore's flurry isn't enough to down the behemoth, but does rattle him enough to pave the way for Hayden to lash out at the charging Millson. Raising a shin up with force, Hayden connects it with Triple M's central nuttal region, imploding the man onto his knees. But the numbers game quickly suppresses his spree, with Nicholas smartly using his 280 pounds to tackle Hayden at the low waist from behind, trapping his legs under him. Dustin pounces quickly with stomps, as does Carson once he gets back up. Mighty Man Millson soon recovers, kinda, and joins in the ruckus too. In no time the three are ripping the Kiwi from asshole to appetite with a mud hole stomping for the ages. Wiping blood from his nose, Delta yells...
Dustin: "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood"
The Courier of Controversy points to a nearby empty wooden pallet and the three bastards pick it up. Raising it high over their heads, they hoot and holler down at the beaten New Age champion, before smashing said item down across his back. The pallet breaks into multiple sections, leaving HardKore lying motionless, buried under the splintery debris. That would be enough for now. Each Outcast spits on him, and DD throws the Centrum bottle onto him, as they slowly walk away. They only get half way down the hall before they run into Smarky Smark's office. Instead of knocking, Carson is up to his old tricks again, and Big Boots the door down. Millson peeps his head in and nods at a startled Smarky.
Millson: "We left a message for you down the hall. We couldn't exactly write it on paper though. Well, we could I guess, but we Outcasts are going green these days, wanting to save those trees you know?"
The Outcasts leave laughing.
EOT OOC: Had permission from Hayden.