Post by Hayden on Nov 14, 2008 5:17:51 GMT -5
Partway through the TNT show after Gods Vs Heretics, an all too familiar sound strikes the arena. It is the sound of music. In particular, the sound of a certain song. A song symbolic of a man who's anticipated response fills the air with tension at the mere sounding to the ears. 96 Quite Bitter Beings has hit the arena, and this can mean only one thing. Hayden HardKore wants to speak...
After afew bars, the familiar sight of the former Undisputed Champion strikes at the top of the ramp. He is dressed in a fine looking orange shirt, unbuttoned to the third button down his chest. The look is framed with an even finer looking pale grey suit, with the jacket carelessly left undone and complete with his trademark Aviator sunglasses.
Hanging from his shoulder is one belt, solitary and lonely looking. The words "King of the Deathmatch" glint softly in the light that shines upon the future Hall-of-Famer. He tips his Aviators onto the top of his head while standing just inside the arena curtain, before continuing to head down the ramp towards the ring. His face has the unmistakable look of anger plastered upon it. Not the type of anger you feel when somebody scratches your car, more the type of anger one feels when they come home early to find their wife in bed with another man. An irrational, gun-toting, postal look of rage. And all directed towards one man.
Slowly, but not stopping to look or even acknowledge anybody around the arena, Hayden makes the long trudge to the ring. Taking the stairs and slipping inside without so much as moving his lips to talk.
After signaling for a mike from ringside, e gruffly takes the one that is handed to him and wastes little time bothering to play up the crowd, who are split in their reaction to the unexpected arrival of the Jackass here tonight. Hayden simply draws the mike to his mouth, breathes deeply and sets off.
Hayden paces across the ring, then back to his original point, the whole time the crowd remaining relatively still, unsure of what to make of Hayden's angered comments. Still waiting for him to mention the name that is on the fore-front of everybody's minds. With his low, gruff voice, he once again continues his spiel.
As he beckons toward the TitanTron, it stutters into action with footage of the end of the New Age Title match at Gods vs Heretics.
GHW's resident Jackass senses weakness and accelerates the endgame process. He grabs light tube after light tube to shatter over the head and shoulders to Joe. Joe recuperates enough to drive Hayden into the ropes, smashing more tubes. The two grapple and keep shoving each other into the light tubes around the ring. AS the last tube breaks, the crowd erupts in reaction to the lowering of the casket.
Now we're getting to what these fans came to see! One of these men is going into the casket of Light tubes!
Like, What-EVER! What's up with that really old music that Hayden played when he came in anyway?
Meanwhile Joe has Hayden in the corner. Joe whips him along the edge of the ring to the next corner, charges, but the jackass dodges, and Joe rams his shoulder into the unforgiving steel post. Hayden roots under the ring for something, but recoils fast, his face covered in a green substance. Hayden falls back holding his eyes, as Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes from under the ring!
Doesn't this guy like, ever take a hint? This is like, the second time tonight he's stuck his nose in where it didn't belong!
Just when you didn't think this match could get more brutal, the self-styled King of the Heretics comes out to crank it up!
The Butcher smashes Hayden with a Frying pan, to the delight of the crowd. He then whips Hayden hard into the steel ring steps. As Hayden sprawls on the stairs, the Butcher slams the Frying pan into the back of his head. Gnarfflinger then rolls the Jackass back into the ring, returns to the ring and throws Hayden into the coffin of light tubes.
He's handing this match to Samoa Joe! I don't believe this!
Like, What-EVER! Can't this old guy just go back to the old folks home where he belongs?
Now it looks like Joe's not happy with the interference of the Butcher!
Joe turns to confront the Butcher for his actions, but the Butcher slaps the challenger. As the Samoan Submission Machine strikes the interloper, the Butcher whips him to the ropes, delivering a back body drop sending Joe into the lid of the coffin. the lid slams shut on a stunned Hayden, then shatters under the weight of Joe. The Bell sounds heralding the victory for the Challenger.
Your winner, and new New Age Champion, Samoa Joe!
Joe Wins! Joe Wins! On the biggest stage of them all, Samoa Joe is the new champion!
And like that creepy old geezer isn't done yet! He needs his medication before he breaks his hip or some junk...
Gnarfflinger is not done yet, as he fires the newly victorious New Age Champion over the top rope before grabbing a Steel Chair and ascending to the top rope. he launches himself off the top rope into the downed King of the Deathmatch, hitting an Arabian Skull crusher on the helpless Jackass. The Butcher grabs the King of the Deathmatch title belt and a microphone.
GtB: You're not the first Double champion in GHW history, but soon enough, you won't have a belt. I promised that I'd raise some hell tonight! And You Hayden, are my victim. You advertise this show for weeks, and no sign of me? Are you trying to say I'm old? Are you saying I'm irrelevant? Well who's laughing now!
With that, he drops the belt on Hayden's chest and kicks him in the ribs as he writes in the wreckage of the light tube coffin. Gnarfflinger laughs maniacally as security "escorts" him from the ring...
Hayden turns back around as the footage comes to an end, the look on his face worsening now as he watches the demise of his championship once again. Like a rabid dog, he spits the next word down the mike, the rest of the sentence following in a similar fashion.
Hayden takes a deep breath to calm his rage, and his once beetroot red cheeks begin to flush pale once more. He holds up one finger to the air as he continues his speech.
Hayden paces some more, still thinking about the best way to phrase what he is about to say. Giving up, he shrugs slightly and simply jumps right in on his next point.
Hayden lets his arm droop down to his side as he waits for the man who cost him his title to arrive in the arena. The crowd rise as one in anticipation for the Butcher to show his face, the tension in the air so think one can smell it.
TBC Gnarfflinger
OOC: Check your PM too man
~~Malibu~~
This must be some kind of technical mistake Weasel. I thought Hayden Hardkore was not even supposed to be in the building tonight.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
He is not on the card, and yes... He's not supposed to be here. But since when did simple technicalities and rules get in the way of the Jackass?
[/center]This must be some kind of technical mistake Weasel. I thought Hayden Hardkore was not even supposed to be in the building tonight.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
He is not on the card, and yes... He's not supposed to be here. But since when did simple technicalities and rules get in the way of the Jackass?
After afew bars, the familiar sight of the former Undisputed Champion strikes at the top of the ramp. He is dressed in a fine looking orange shirt, unbuttoned to the third button down his chest. The look is framed with an even finer looking pale grey suit, with the jacket carelessly left undone and complete with his trademark Aviator sunglasses.
Hanging from his shoulder is one belt, solitary and lonely looking. The words "King of the Deathmatch" glint softly in the light that shines upon the future Hall-of-Famer. He tips his Aviators onto the top of his head while standing just inside the arena curtain, before continuing to head down the ramp towards the ring. His face has the unmistakable look of anger plastered upon it. Not the type of anger you feel when somebody scratches your car, more the type of anger one feels when they come home early to find their wife in bed with another man. An irrational, gun-toting, postal look of rage. And all directed towards one man.
Slowly, but not stopping to look or even acknowledge anybody around the arena, Hayden makes the long trudge to the ring. Taking the stairs and slipping inside without so much as moving his lips to talk.
~~Malibu~~
Like, I wonder what he wants...
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
*Sigh*
I wonder indeed. It wouldn't have anything to do with himself being cheated out of the New Age Championship last week would it. The mind boggles.
~~Malibu~~
I know that Weasel, I was just trying to play innocent.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
You haven't been innocent since you were 10 years old. Now hush down, Hayden is out here for a reason. I want to find out just what words he has for the Butcher.
[/center]Like, I wonder what he wants...
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
*Sigh*
I wonder indeed. It wouldn't have anything to do with himself being cheated out of the New Age Championship last week would it. The mind boggles.
~~Malibu~~
I know that Weasel, I was just trying to play innocent.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
You haven't been innocent since you were 10 years old. Now hush down, Hayden is out here for a reason. I want to find out just what words he has for the Butcher.
After signaling for a mike from ringside, e gruffly takes the one that is handed to him and wastes little time bothering to play up the crowd, who are split in their reaction to the unexpected arrival of the Jackass here tonight. Hayden simply draws the mike to his mouth, breathes deeply and sets off.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Cut the damned music, monkeys!
Now. After last week's Pay-Per-View, most would expect me to be at home resting my laurels, cooling off and clearing my head. GHW management even saw it fit to give me the night off to get over what happened.
Don't bother coming in they said, Just rest up, take it easy for a change. Well, it may come as no surprise to you, but I don't do too well at "taking it easy".
[/center]Cut the damned music, monkeys!
Now. After last week's Pay-Per-View, most would expect me to be at home resting my laurels, cooling off and clearing my head. GHW management even saw it fit to give me the night off to get over what happened.
Don't bother coming in they said, Just rest up, take it easy for a change. Well, it may come as no surprise to you, but I don't do too well at "taking it easy".
Hayden paces across the ring, then back to his original point, the whole time the crowd remaining relatively still, unsure of what to make of Hayden's angered comments. Still waiting for him to mention the name that is on the fore-front of everybody's minds. With his low, gruff voice, he once again continues his spiel.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
The match was hyped up to be one of the most anticipated matches of this year. Possibly one of the greatest in my illustrious career. Only problem was the slouch of my opponent. Samoa "Fatso" Joe. I had proven time and time again, I could beat the guy. And I was well on my way to winning again...
I knew there had to be a catch, there always is in this business. Just so happened, it was one I didn't even see coming this time.
Roll the damned footage, monkeys.
[/center]The match was hyped up to be one of the most anticipated matches of this year. Possibly one of the greatest in my illustrious career. Only problem was the slouch of my opponent. Samoa "Fatso" Joe. I had proven time and time again, I could beat the guy. And I was well on my way to winning again...
I knew there had to be a catch, there always is in this business. Just so happened, it was one I didn't even see coming this time.
Roll the damned footage, monkeys.
As he beckons toward the TitanTron, it stutters into action with footage of the end of the New Age Title match at Gods vs Heretics.
Now we're getting to what these fans came to see! One of these men is going into the casket of Light tubes!
Like, What-EVER! What's up with that really old music that Hayden played when he came in anyway?
Meanwhile Joe has Hayden in the corner. Joe whips him along the edge of the ring to the next corner, charges, but the jackass dodges, and Joe rams his shoulder into the unforgiving steel post. Hayden roots under the ring for something, but recoils fast, his face covered in a green substance. Hayden falls back holding his eyes, as Gnarfflinger the Butcher comes from under the ring!
Doesn't this guy like, ever take a hint? This is like, the second time tonight he's stuck his nose in where it didn't belong!
Just when you didn't think this match could get more brutal, the self-styled King of the Heretics comes out to crank it up!
The Butcher smashes Hayden with a Frying pan, to the delight of the crowd. He then whips Hayden hard into the steel ring steps. As Hayden sprawls on the stairs, the Butcher slams the Frying pan into the back of his head. Gnarfflinger then rolls the Jackass back into the ring, returns to the ring and throws Hayden into the coffin of light tubes.
He's handing this match to Samoa Joe! I don't believe this!
Like, What-EVER! Can't this old guy just go back to the old folks home where he belongs?
Now it looks like Joe's not happy with the interference of the Butcher!
Joe turns to confront the Butcher for his actions, but the Butcher slaps the challenger. As the Samoan Submission Machine strikes the interloper, the Butcher whips him to the ropes, delivering a back body drop sending Joe into the lid of the coffin. the lid slams shut on a stunned Hayden, then shatters under the weight of Joe. The Bell sounds heralding the victory for the Challenger.
Your winner, and new New Age Champion, Samoa Joe!
Joe Wins! Joe Wins! On the biggest stage of them all, Samoa Joe is the new champion!
And like that creepy old geezer isn't done yet! He needs his medication before he breaks his hip or some junk...
Gnarfflinger is not done yet, as he fires the newly victorious New Age Champion over the top rope before grabbing a Steel Chair and ascending to the top rope. he launches himself off the top rope into the downed King of the Deathmatch, hitting an Arabian Skull crusher on the helpless Jackass. The Butcher grabs the King of the Deathmatch title belt and a microphone.
GtB: You're not the first Double champion in GHW history, but soon enough, you won't have a belt. I promised that I'd raise some hell tonight! And You Hayden, are my victim. You advertise this show for weeks, and no sign of me? Are you trying to say I'm old? Are you saying I'm irrelevant? Well who's laughing now!
With that, he drops the belt on Hayden's chest and kicks him in the ribs as he writes in the wreckage of the light tube coffin. Gnarfflinger laughs maniacally as security "escorts" him from the ring...
Hayden turns back around as the footage comes to an end, the look on his face worsening now as he watches the demise of his championship once again. Like a rabid dog, he spits the next word down the mike, the rest of the sentence following in a similar fashion.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Gnarfflinger...
You have stuck your nose where it doesn't belong for the last time. Look at you, pathetic excuse of a man. You make a name for yourself armed with a frypan and some 'mystical green mist'?
You cost me MY championship, and have the gall to challenge me?
I don't even care about the gold, I don't care about winning or loosing. But you try to steal MY limelight? The light I bust my ass every week to create. The light I earn. You try to take it away?
Shame on you.
Lets take some of the points you made during your little victory speech shall we?
[/center]Gnarfflinger...
You have stuck your nose where it doesn't belong for the last time. Look at you, pathetic excuse of a man. You make a name for yourself armed with a frypan and some 'mystical green mist'?
You cost me MY championship, and have the gall to challenge me?
I don't even care about the gold, I don't care about winning or loosing. But you try to steal MY limelight? The light I bust my ass every week to create. The light I earn. You try to take it away?
Shame on you.
Lets take some of the points you made during your little victory speech shall we?
Hayden takes a deep breath to calm his rage, and his once beetroot red cheeks begin to flush pale once more. He holds up one finger to the air as he continues his speech.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
One... We hype the show up for weeks, with no sign of you. you ever think that might have been because you, I don't know, Weren't in it?
Sorry old timer, the main event at Gods Versus Heretics is only for the cream of the crop... And fat Samoans apparently. But there's always next year. Which brings me to point two.
Two... Are you irrellevant? Well, the short answer would be, yes. But lets expand that. I'll be generous. You WERE irrellevant, until you were stupid enough to cross me, and now that you have signed your own death warrant, you are no longer irrelleant anymore. That is, until I am finished with you.
Three... Are you too old? Short answer, again. Yes. There is no expanding of this point. Yes you are too old. Im a veteran here, and you have nearly ten years on me. That makes you, well, well past your used by date.
You're like the old ham sandwich that one finds down the back of the couch, all green and furry. You should have retired a long time ago. Because now, I will retire you myself... My way.
One... We hype the show up for weeks, with no sign of you. you ever think that might have been because you, I don't know, Weren't in it?
Sorry old timer, the main event at Gods Versus Heretics is only for the cream of the crop... And fat Samoans apparently. But there's always next year. Which brings me to point two.
Two... Are you irrellevant? Well, the short answer would be, yes. But lets expand that. I'll be generous. You WERE irrellevant, until you were stupid enough to cross me, and now that you have signed your own death warrant, you are no longer irrelleant anymore. That is, until I am finished with you.
Three... Are you too old? Short answer, again. Yes. There is no expanding of this point. Yes you are too old. Im a veteran here, and you have nearly ten years on me. That makes you, well, well past your used by date.
You're like the old ham sandwich that one finds down the back of the couch, all green and furry. You should have retired a long time ago. Because now, I will retire you myself... My way.
Hayden paces some more, still thinking about the best way to phrase what he is about to say. Giving up, he shrugs slightly and simply jumps right in on his next point.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Salvation... You and me, mano-e-mano.
No rules, any weapons, any holds, anything your sick mind can come up with. All legal.
My one last stake to pride in this business. MY King of the Deathmatch Championship on the line.
You will not leave Salvation alive, that is a promise.
Now get your sorry ass out here and accept the match so I can see into your tired eyes before beating the holy hell out of you.
[/color]Salvation... You and me, mano-e-mano.
No rules, any weapons, any holds, anything your sick mind can come up with. All legal.
My one last stake to pride in this business. MY King of the Deathmatch Championship on the line.
You will not leave Salvation alive, that is a promise.
Now get your sorry ass out here and accept the match so I can see into your tired eyes before beating the holy hell out of you.
Hayden lets his arm droop down to his side as he waits for the man who cost him his title to arrive in the arena. The crowd rise as one in anticipation for the Butcher to show his face, the tension in the air so think one can smell it.
~~Hank "Weasel"~~
The ultimatum set. Good lord, we may need some security out here. I can guarantee these two men will not be saying much before the fists begin to fly
[/center]The ultimatum set. Good lord, we may need some security out here. I can guarantee these two men will not be saying much before the fists begin to fly
TBC Gnarfflinger
OOC: Check your PM too man
