Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on May 20, 2009 7:54:01 GMT -4
Prelude to Madness rounds the bend, nearing the home stretch; with the sell-out crowd buzzing in anticipation. While the rest of the night holds many surprises, twists and turns, the immediate focus is on the next match. A match in which the crowd will be able to witness two true-blue legends of the game squaring off against each other, strangely enough for the first time in each of their careers.
The ring bell sounds twice, gathering the attention of the impatient crowd to Lizzie Morna, who is standing ready in the ring. A hush falls over the crowd, as overpriced hot-dogs and hot chips are lowered from peoples' mouths while they listen intently for the beginning of the Pick-Your-Stip match...
No sooner had Lizzie finished blaring out her last sentence, then a familiar sound of rapid gunfire rips through the arena. Across the length of the entrance stage, from left to right, a skittering of pyrotechnics go off; as if a Tommy-Gun had sprayed its mark across the entranceway. On the Butcher Tron, a single shape floats softly through the sky, a charcoal Grey colored Fedora. It flips end over end gracefully amids the gunfire, as the camera shot follows its descent. The hat only comes to rest when it lands directly on the top of a shadowy figure's head, as CKY's 96 Quite Bitter Beings begins to play.
As the song plays through the verse, searchlights scan around the arena, flitting around the awe filled faces of fans, both young and old. Almost discretely, the shadow of a man's outline appears at the top of the entrance stage, his facial features hidden by the dim lighting and the brim of his hat. Only a strip of green across the base of the Fedora glints in the darkness, the rest of his apparel blending into the dark background. As the verse of the song nears the end, the figure steps forward, his face still hidden from the world. Careful step after careful step, he shuffles himself onward, inching toward the front of the entrance stage.
In perfect succession with the music, the arena is flooded with a blinding light, so bright it seems to peer through one's soul, seeking out all impure thoughts and burning into one's very being. Hayden HardKore had lifted his head, tipping his Fedora off his eye level as he peers around the arena with his beady little eyes, disgusted at the sight of the ocean of fans that had turned out to cheer on the Hyper Elf. Fans that he once loved, and fans that once loved him, now cheering for any man who would cause him sufficient pain and anguish to say the words "Mercy, Mercy". His eyes catch a section of the crowd, faithful Hayden HardKore followers, still wearing old GHW "Jackass" tshirts and standing to their feet to applaud their demented hero, but their joy is drowned out by a tsunami of negativity from the rest of the crowd, determined to hate, determined to will the Godfather to a timely demise. Hayden ignores the whole scene and adjusts the wrestling tape wound tightly around his wrists. Walking with a confident spring in his step, he begins the long trek toward the squared circle.
Hayden picks up speed as he nears the ring, sliding inside at full speed and coming up onto one knee in the same motion. He stops, in a proposal-like stance at the feet of Lizzie, a mischievous grin on his face. Lizzie turns away in disgust, her job of announcing the Jackass now finished, she takes her place out of the way until it is time to introduce the Hyper one.
Meanwhile, Hayden had begun testing each of the four ropes, not giving the slightest hint of acknowledgment to the fans. He leans back on the top of one of the ropes, bouncing slightly as the rope takes the strain of his body weight easily. Satisfied, he makes his way into the center of the ring, removing his Fedora to leave himself standing in loose-looking 3/4 length Black denim jeans, custom "Jackass" Chuck Taylors and white sport socks, his hands and wrists heavily taped in anticipation for a long match. As a mike is brought to him, his eyes light up, thinking of the stipulation he has in mind.
Sensing a break in the tension around the arena, Hayden fills the hole with a sound that he loves dearly, the sound of his own voice. In a raspy, yet stern voice, he outlines what he has in store for the fans, and Hyper Elf tonight.
Hayden waits for the booing to die down a little before continuing.
Hayden looks at the ref, who nods back at him staunchly. Quickly, the striped official heads to ringside to retrieve the object, returning to the ring with the extended broomstick in hand. He looks at Hayden questioningly and Hayden nods back at him sternly, before a grin reappears across his face once more. Silently, he waits for Hyper Elf to make his entrance to the ring.
TBC Hyper
Only got afew days bro, you can get into the action if you like!
The ring bell sounds twice, gathering the attention of the impatient crowd to Lizzie Morna, who is standing ready in the ring. A hush falls over the crowd, as overpriced hot-dogs and hot chips are lowered from peoples' mouths while they listen intently for the beginning of the Pick-Your-Stip match...
~~Lizzie Morna~~
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have the pleasure of seeing two legends battle it out against each other in a Pick-Your-Stip match...
Each legend will come down to the ring and announce one stipulation that they are placing on the match or their opponent and one stipulation only. Apart from the stipulations, this match will continue as one fall.
Introducing first...
[/color]Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have the pleasure of seeing two legends battle it out against each other in a Pick-Your-Stip match...
Each legend will come down to the ring and announce one stipulation that they are placing on the match or their opponent and one stipulation only. Apart from the stipulations, this match will continue as one fall.
Introducing first...
No sooner had Lizzie finished blaring out her last sentence, then a familiar sound of rapid gunfire rips through the arena. Across the length of the entrance stage, from left to right, a skittering of pyrotechnics go off; as if a Tommy-Gun had sprayed its mark across the entranceway. On the Butcher Tron, a single shape floats softly through the sky, a charcoal Grey colored Fedora. It flips end over end gracefully amids the gunfire, as the camera shot follows its descent. The hat only comes to rest when it lands directly on the top of a shadowy figure's head, as CKY's 96 Quite Bitter Beings begins to play.
~~Sang~~
Well, here we are... The 'infamous' Hayden HardKore. Godfather to EVPW and a legend... In his own mind. Really, he has been less than stellar since joining EVPW; hiding behind a trail of henchmen and his burly enforcer, Thomas Cathy.
~~Trix~~
You always seem to have a knack for telling it like it is. But they wouldn't call the man a legend if he didn't deserve the title!
Last thing you want to do against the 'Don" is to underestimate the man.
[/center]Well, here we are... The 'infamous' Hayden HardKore. Godfather to EVPW and a legend... In his own mind. Really, he has been less than stellar since joining EVPW; hiding behind a trail of henchmen and his burly enforcer, Thomas Cathy.
~~Trix~~
You always seem to have a knack for telling it like it is. But they wouldn't call the man a legend if he didn't deserve the title!
Last thing you want to do against the 'Don" is to underestimate the man.
As the song plays through the verse, searchlights scan around the arena, flitting around the awe filled faces of fans, both young and old. Almost discretely, the shadow of a man's outline appears at the top of the entrance stage, his facial features hidden by the dim lighting and the brim of his hat. Only a strip of green across the base of the Fedora glints in the darkness, the rest of his apparel blending into the dark background. As the verse of the song nears the end, the figure steps forward, his face still hidden from the world. Careful step after careful step, he shuffles himself onward, inching toward the front of the entrance stage.
In perfect succession with the music, the arena is flooded with a blinding light, so bright it seems to peer through one's soul, seeking out all impure thoughts and burning into one's very being. Hayden HardKore had lifted his head, tipping his Fedora off his eye level as he peers around the arena with his beady little eyes, disgusted at the sight of the ocean of fans that had turned out to cheer on the Hyper Elf. Fans that he once loved, and fans that once loved him, now cheering for any man who would cause him sufficient pain and anguish to say the words "Mercy, Mercy". His eyes catch a section of the crowd, faithful Hayden HardKore followers, still wearing old GHW "Jackass" tshirts and standing to their feet to applaud their demented hero, but their joy is drowned out by a tsunami of negativity from the rest of the crowd, determined to hate, determined to will the Godfather to a timely demise. Hayden ignores the whole scene and adjusts the wrestling tape wound tightly around his wrists. Walking with a confident spring in his step, he begins the long trek toward the squared circle.
~~Lizzie Morna~~
Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifteen pounds and hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He is a GHW legend, recently making his appearance here on EVPW.
The unrelenting Godfather of EVPW's mafia... "Don" Jackass, Hayden HardKore!
[/b]Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Fifteen pounds and hailing from Wellington, New Zealand. He is a GHW legend, recently making his appearance here on EVPW.
The unrelenting Godfather of EVPW's mafia... "Don" Jackass, Hayden HardKore!
Hayden picks up speed as he nears the ring, sliding inside at full speed and coming up onto one knee in the same motion. He stops, in a proposal-like stance at the feet of Lizzie, a mischievous grin on his face. Lizzie turns away in disgust, her job of announcing the Jackass now finished, she takes her place out of the way until it is time to introduce the Hyper one.
Meanwhile, Hayden had begun testing each of the four ropes, not giving the slightest hint of acknowledgment to the fans. He leans back on the top of one of the ropes, bouncing slightly as the rope takes the strain of his body weight easily. Satisfied, he makes his way into the center of the ring, removing his Fedora to leave himself standing in loose-looking 3/4 length Black denim jeans, custom "Jackass" Chuck Taylors and white sport socks, his hands and wrists heavily taped in anticipation for a long match. As a mike is brought to him, his eyes light up, thinking of the stipulation he has in mind.
~~Sang~~
So what does pip-squeak have in store for us tonight? Bringing his lackey to the ring to hide behind?
Turning the tables unfairly into his favor? I can hardly wait...
~~Trix~~
Do I detect a slight hint of sarcasm in your voice?
Let the man speak, after all... He has been known to throw curve balls from time to time.
[/center]So what does pip-squeak have in store for us tonight? Bringing his lackey to the ring to hide behind?
Turning the tables unfairly into his favor? I can hardly wait...
~~Trix~~
Do I detect a slight hint of sarcasm in your voice?
Let the man speak, after all... He has been known to throw curve balls from time to time.
Sensing a break in the tension around the arena, Hayden fills the hole with a sound that he loves dearly, the sound of his own voice. In a raspy, yet stern voice, he outlines what he has in store for the fans, and Hyper Elf tonight.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Silence plebes, I have the mike now, and you will listen to me.
Silence plebes, I have the mike now, and you will listen to me.
Hayden waits for the booing to die down a little before continuing.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
I am the Godfather, the leader of the pack and the best thing to happen to this place since... well, the best thing to ever happen to this place actually.
Now, you may expect me to come out here and give Hyper Elf some stipulation that makes his life harder, and the match easier for me to win, like tying his hands behind his back, or making him fight blindfolded... But the reality is, I know I can beat him, so I do not need to hide behind anything to do so.
My stipulation is very simple.
Ref, next to the timekeeper's table you will find a long wooden pole, resembling a broomstick, only longer and slightly thicker.
This pole is to become a legal weapon, only this pole and this pole only. Both myself and Hyper Elf may use this pole against each other and not be disqualified from the match. When it is broken beyond use, we will not get a replacement... It is the only weapon you will see around these parts in this match.
Now, I am a fair guy, a team player- so to speak. So to begin with, the pole will be placed in the very center of the ring, with each man cornered in his respective turnbuckle. First one to reach it gets the upper hand... Capiche?
[/center]I am the Godfather, the leader of the pack and the best thing to happen to this place since... well, the best thing to ever happen to this place actually.
Now, you may expect me to come out here and give Hyper Elf some stipulation that makes his life harder, and the match easier for me to win, like tying his hands behind his back, or making him fight blindfolded... But the reality is, I know I can beat him, so I do not need to hide behind anything to do so.
My stipulation is very simple.
Ref, next to the timekeeper's table you will find a long wooden pole, resembling a broomstick, only longer and slightly thicker.
This pole is to become a legal weapon, only this pole and this pole only. Both myself and Hyper Elf may use this pole against each other and not be disqualified from the match. When it is broken beyond use, we will not get a replacement... It is the only weapon you will see around these parts in this match.
Now, I am a fair guy, a team player- so to speak. So to begin with, the pole will be placed in the very center of the ring, with each man cornered in his respective turnbuckle. First one to reach it gets the upper hand... Capiche?
Hayden looks at the ref, who nods back at him staunchly. Quickly, the striped official heads to ringside to retrieve the object, returning to the ring with the extended broomstick in hand. He looks at Hayden questioningly and Hayden nods back at him sternly, before a grin reappears across his face once more. Silently, he waits for Hyper Elf to make his entrance to the ring.
TBC Hyper
Only got afew days bro, you can get into the action if you like!