Who you Calling Yellow |Scene 1|{Take 2}

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The opening guitar solo of The Fire After Fire being played by lead guitarist Ace Shimizu of Seikima-II can be heard playing over the PA system.

The crowd stands to its feet and holds up flickering lighters, and waves them through the air as the lights of the arena dim and fade. The shadow of a large bent figure can be seen at the top of the ramp. The figure stumbles slowly toward the ring and then the lights start to shine again.

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|Charlie Coors|
"Making his way to the ring from the heart of Austin, Texas. He is "The Doctor of Extreme", "The God Father of Hardcore" , "The Never Dying Flame" Bud Whiser!"

Bud being aided be a walking stick, limps slowly toward the ring; a large portion of his torso and his upper shoulder is covered in bandages. His cranium and parts of his face are also covered. He has on his dirty jeans and is not wearing a tee shirt.

|[CJ "Fuzz"[Picturing Last Week]|
" Here comes Bud Whiser. This is a man who fell victim to a sickening attack, excecuted by a fellow performer. ”


|"Big" Al [Jokingly]|
"You're right Colin, Bud got the short and fat end of the proverbial stick last week, when Hayden Hardkore decided to use it and beat the ugly off of his face. "


|[CJ "Fuzz"[With A Straight Face]|
" Well partner...I don't think he hit him that hard. Qite frankly I don't think anyone could. ”


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Bud gets half way down the ramp. He begins to give the crowd one-finger salutes and spiting beer all over the place. Then as the crowd gets pumped Bud lets out one of his signature War Cry. He musters up all of his strength and he rushes head first toward the ring at break-neck speed.

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The ending guitar solo of the song is now playing and pyro flares are erupting from the ring post. Once he reaches the ring, Bud raises both his arms as the thousands of fans throughout the arena scream his name. Bud takes a step back and signals for a michrophone. Once in hand Bud holds the mic up to his mouth and begins to speak.


|Bud[Pissed The Hell Off]|*South Western/Redneck Accent*
"Pardon me, but I have a general inquiry of sorts, and this is posed to the GHW fans and all the real competitors in the locker-room. What kinda yeller belly slim...does it take, to brutally attack a man from his blind side, and leave him in a pool of his own blood in the center of a professional wrestlin ring?! I'll take liberty of answering my own question, Hayden "The Worrrlds Biggest Jackass" Hardkore is the kind of slime it takes to do somethin so dissspicable!"

|[CJ "Fuzz"[With Emphasis]|
"Passionately spoken by the Doctor himself."

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|Bud[Passionately]{Towards Hayden}|
"Looka here, You may be the hot pile a shit 'round these here parts, and your name my be on top of the short list of true Hardcore Legends in this company! But the simple fact of the matter is, the name Bud Whiser is synonymous with extreme professional wrestlin all around the worrrld! 23 chapters of the book on hardcore were written in my blood, so I have it on good authority to tell you...that if you think what you did last week was hardcore, you are sadly missstaken!"


|"Big” Al [Flatly]|
"Who does he think he is Gods gift to extreme wrestling or something? We have all seen him fight and all I must say is, he’s no Terry Funk. "

|[CJ "Fuzz"[Practically]|
"How often do we here Bud Whiser talk ?"

|"Big" Al [Flatly]|
"I would have to say Never Colin, Sometimes I wonder if he is playing with all fifty-two, if you know what I mean."


|[CJ "Fuzz"[With Emphasis]|
"Exactly my point, so why don't you shut it for a sec and let the guy speak, he might come of a little strong, but he makes a good point!"

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|Bud [Passionately]{Towards Hayden}|
"Now there's this old saying that Grandpappy Whiser usta say to me,” Son...the cow shit on your shoes always smells twice as worse once you turn it over." In other words Hayden, payback is a-Censored-! Boy when I catch up with ya, I'm gonna pay you back for every lump you gave me...ten times, and when I'm done you won't appreciate the word pain! You'll be in so much agony that you will have to invent a new word to describe the way you feel. I'm talking 'bout a box of razor blades and ten bottles of alcohol, serious pain boy! I intended on showing you what happens when you screw over fire, you gonna burned...now that’s a guar…an…Danm…tee! Bud begins to make his way out of the ring....

|TBCB| Hayden Hardkore |Or END| (What Ever Comes First)

|Key|

• White- Bud Whiser
  
• Green- "Big" Al
  
• Purple- CJ "Fuzz"
  
• Yellow- Arena & Crowd
  

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Revised.

[Hayden]

Bud begins to make his way out of the ring, and groans as he bends to lip under the top rope, his body protesting with every movement. He holds his walking stick firmly on the ground as he sifts his weight to make it easier to exit.

Big Al:
Well it seems that Bud Whiser has spelt it out in plain English for the Jackass. Hell, I didn't even know he could spell in plain English.

"Fuzz Jennings:
Well now you know. And I suppose the ball is in Mr HardKore's court now, and god only knows what he is going to do with it.

Big Al:
God only...

Big Al is cut off by the sounds of 96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY booming out of the arena's speakers (see play-list). Bud Whiser, who had just stooped to step out of the ring, straightens himself up again, painfully. His anger fueled face is brushed with a hint of agony once more as his body protests his movements . Hayden enters the arena shortly after his music starts, mocking Bud Whiser by pretending to have a bad back, hunched over and holding the small of his back.

When Hayden straightens up again, the cheeky smile on his face tells how proud of himself he is, showing no remorse to the victim left in the ring. He walks, making a beeline for the ring. Bud watches intently, his eyes not moving from his assailant. Instead of taking to the ring, Hayden walks around to the back, by the timekeeper's desk and demands a mike, snatching it away rudely, before tapping it harshly to test tat it is working. The resulting boom that emanates around the arena causes some of the fans to cover their ears momentarily, putting another twisted smile onto his face.

"Fuzz" Jennings:
Well, business just picked up. Hayden looks fresh, he looks clean, he looks slightly bemused and pissed off all at the same time.

Big Al:
Well his easy road to the H-Games finals continues this week. He's got a golden ticket, so hell, of course he looks content with himself. It just goes to show that...

Hayden cuts of Big Al's speech, again, this time by choking his first line into the mike, booming out over the top of the gaggle of boo's that had filled the arena, but started to die out slowly. The hatred for the once loved Jackass still eminent in every fan's hurt-filled cry and every jeer directed at the man himself. Hayden continues to speak, uncaring of what the fans think.

Hayden HardKore: (Directed at Bud Whiser)
Shut the hell up and listen, for you might learn something Bub...

Bud Whiser: (remorsefully)
The name is Bud.... B-U-D

Hayden HardKore:
I don't give a damn what your name is, you'll answer to what I call you... Huckleberry.

Afew of the fans begin so chuckle at the insult, but their laughter is drowned out by the fans who chime up to support poor Bud. Hayden turns to direct his attention to the fans now, sliding into the ring. He stands up, just afew feet away from Bud and points at him, before turning away, looking around the hate filled arena.

Hayden HardKore:
I said shut up, and that goes for you too, pleebs!

His war of words only serve to fuel the anger in the fans, but he proceeds, talking clearly and loudly above the level of the fans.

Hayden HardKore:
Now Bub... Get out a pad, and a pen, for today is your first lesson in what not to say to a future Hall-of-Famer. Firstly... Payback is a b-censored-? Well, in terms of the GHW censorship committee, I think it is quite bizarre that Bud can talk about some cow that shit on his shoes, but the word b-censored- is a no-fly zone. I can't say b-censored-, but I can say shit, bastard, whore, slut, f-censored-... Well, no, can't say that one. But you get my point.

As for you Bub. Talk about your list of overused cliches. Well, I must admit that I never heard anybody refer to me as a cow that shat on any-body's shoes before, Payback is a b-censored-?
when you play with fire, you're gonna get burned?

Come the f-censored- on. Surely your speech trainer could come up with a better line to use. Let me tell you a bit about fire. I have been lit on fire and thrown off the top of a 15 foot ledge, I have fallen an burned through flaming tables and had third degree burns over my body. I am quite used to getting burned, and pain. There is nothing you can do to me that I haven't felt before.
I tenderize you with a bat or three for afew minutes and you go crying like a baby out here, looking like more of a Jackass than me?

Hell, this is the freaking Hard-Kore Games... Grow a pair. Get up, fight back and cut your damned whining!

Hayden takes a breather for a moment, leaving both Bud Whiser and the fans around the arena in stunned silence.

"Fuzz" Jennings:
It has been a long time since we have seen a good ol' Jackass verbal assault. And the words sting just as much.

Big Al:
well he looks like he is letting "Bub" out to dry, better him than me out there. It looks like he has more to say though. Doesn't seem like he has...

Once again, Hayden cuts of Big Al, spitting his continuation of his speech down the microphone. His words just beginning to hit home from previously, he keeps on the offensive.

Hayden HardKore:
You want to get at me, Bub?
You want a piece?

What do you possibly think you could do to me. You call yourself "The Doctor of Extreme",
"The God Father of Hardcore",
"The Never Dying Flame"...

There is nothing you have shown me here or in the ring that warrants that, so as of ere and now. I, Hayden HardKore am officially stripping you of your self-appointed titles and naming you "The Huckleberry Try-Hard...Kore"
Get used to your new name "Huck", I think it is a much more fitting title for you. You see, this is the big time boy, and if you want big time titles... you have to live up to them.

As far as I can see, "The Never Dying Flame" would not be out here "telling" me how much trouble I am in, he would be backstage, "showing" me exactly what he was meaning.
"The God Father of Hardcore"... Well, the God-father would have already shut me up with his fist. No self-confessed godfather of Hardcore would have let me rattle off all of this without knocking my lights out.

Heres your lesson "Bub". Actions speak louder than words, and no actions at all shout louder than the biggest, most obnoxious fan ever can. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Bub.

Hayden lowers his mike, walking closer to Bud Whiser, getting in his face. Bud Whiser clutches at his walking stick even more, a thousand thoughts running through his head. The tension is written in the air, with neither man looking like they will back down...

TBC Bud Whiser

OOC: Hope you can work with that. PM me if you don't like any of what I said.

[Hayden]

Hayden lets the words sting in te air, settling a little as the crowd and Bud Whiser stew in what has been said. Bud grips the walking stick he is holding tightly, so that the knuckles in his hand begin to go white, the sides of his mouth curling in a small scowl, yet his lips remain sealed. He does not back down from the staring contest, but neither does he offer any cheap words back at Hayden and neither does he utter any words of defence. He stands still, unmoving, his eyebrow twiching slowly as the nerves of te situation begin to set in. Hayden's chest heaves in silent laughter as he turns away, speaking in a calm, low voice directly into his mike.

Hayden HardKore:
You know what Bub? You're not even worth me wasting my time on...

Here's my prediction. As a future Hall-of-Famer, I have already proven tat I have the goods, and will be advancing to the finals of the Hard-Kore games.
Easy way out you say? Cheap?

Well, fool me once... shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. One opponent not turning up, I can see past that, but two in a row. It is clear that Trickshot and the Masked Psycho A Wray may have clear heads on theirn shoulders and decided to cut their losses. They knew I was too big of a chalenge, so did not attempt it. They know where their place is. You, on the other hand... I doubt if you could even count to ten. You're the kind of guy that pushes a pull door. No big suprises that you couldn't figure out just where to say no. And as a result, you got your ugly little ass kicked.

My predictions, as will be confirmed after your match. I am already through, hooray for me. But you, Huckelberry... You will be ging home tonight as a LOOSER. A looser with your tail tied between your legs, on a stretcher. You are not worthy of being in the same ring as Hardcore greats such as myself, Matt Oliviera, Vlad, Hawkeye, Gnarfflinger the Butcher and Metal Dragon. To think that you are is aninsult to myself and an insult to the craft that I have perfected.

Get the hell out of my ring, and get the hell out of my sight...

with that, Hayden drops the mike, 96 Quite Bitter Beings hitting on cue. He exits the ring as a shocked and stunned Bud Whiser looks on, speechless, his head drooping slightly from the harsh words. Hayden does not look sideways, ignoring the fans as he makes a beeline straight out of the arena.

"Fuzz" Jennings:
Well. There it is in a nutshell. hayden's views on Bud Whiser. Well, somebody had better open te windows in here to let Hayden's head out, his ego is crushing us all.

The song continues to play as the scene comes to an end, blacking out to the end of the segment.

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