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| Highlander&Dark Shadow vs Tyke Index&Gabriel Ohio; Main Event Tag Team Match | |
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| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Jan 28 2008, 12:03 AM Post #1 |
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HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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| Tyke Index | Jan 28 2008, 03:08 PM Post #2 |
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I wish I could remember the times when letting go and moving on wasn’t such a hard thing to do. I still couldn’t believe nor even contemplate why it had come to this. All I knew is that somehow by default or miracle I was back in a profession, which made me feel warm and safe. As I sat on the bus I could see the looks, it was pretty surreal, not just for me, but for those kids sitting in front of me trying to have a little peak behind at the big man they watched on the television with a World Championship cannon slung over his shoulder only two years ago. I could see them of course, and had it been two years ago then chances are I would have given a sly little smile and signed whatever they had. Now? Well now I was so trapped in my own mind, so paranoid to the point where I felt grudged, grudged by little kids! No way could I ever look back into their eyes, not now. I couldn’t ever start to believe that people seen me as a wrestler anymore, a deep black shadow had diluted itself and produced a slipping saliva deep within my soul. It made me bitter again, and it made me all to aware that these kids no doubt now look at Tyke Index as a murderer and not the champion they once idolised. There were bigger bodies staring too, bigger bodies with sharper and more complex ideals, they were sitting next to the little bodies. They stared, they drew daggers into me. I tried to ignore them; I tried to rise above it. I want to rise above it god damnit! I could hear them in my head telling me not to react. I’m flinching now, oh god I can feel the sense of flooding oxygen shake around my brain like a bruised and broken Easter egg. Like the resurrection all over again, I was left for dead. No, just ignore them! I swept my head deep into the palm of my hands, I could feel the ground digress from under me. Stop shaking me, stop shaking, stop it! There was an abrupt and swift movement! It damn near cut the side of my face, but the women woke me up! “Are you okay sir, Sir? I think it’s best if you perhaps get off the bus, and have a glass of water. You look really shaken. Sorry if I hurt you, sir.” I nodded in a stun. I slowly vacated the seat and walked with an uncertain stagger. The bus had came to a grinding halt, it was waiting patiently for me to get off. These people sure loved me… I was in New York somewhere, I could see street signs and huge landmarks like the ones on T.V. They confused me, though. I could feel a rumbling in my pocket, it was a violent and uncertain rumble. Clumsily I remember fumbling about a little bit. My cell phone was going crazy, I was apprehensive to answer it. I forgot what it felt like to answer a ringing phone. I had been cut off from normality for over six months, and to be honest I never really missed the hassle of communicating, it was never my thing in the first place. This was important, though – the number had a 08500 before it, which meant it was either the sheriff court or work. I pressed the little green button, which activates the call and paused. Almost like that scene from Godfather. “Tyke, where the hell have you been all week!? We’ve been trying to contact you!” Contact me? Did they not trust me, in fact who is this? The man spoke with a high pitched shriek that reminded me of my ex-wife. He seemed to have a little authority in his voice. This weird creature spoke again: “You have your first match next Monday in Madison Square Garden, the Mecca of the Immortals.” He paused, almost as if he was enticing a hurried and excited response, but truth be told I was pre-occupied. “Aren’t you going to ask who it’s against?” It didn’t matter; I wasn’t going to break my silence, certainly not to this queer. He would have to tell me anyway. “Well whatever, I know your there Tyke. It’s a tag match, you will be teaming up with Gabriel Ohio, and you will be facing off against the very dangerous pairing of Highlander and Dark Shadow! I should mention that it is the main event, if you even dare to let me down by not showing u…” I intercepted before I was forced to drive a hole through his horrible scrawny little accent… “I’ll be there” That’s all that needed to be said, I folded the phone up in a hunch and placed it back within the dark confides of my pocket. I had no idea who my partner was let alone my opponents. Truth told I couldn’t care less. I never did care; all I knew is that next week I would be able to hurt people. By god I really wanted to hurt people. A really silly part of me wanted to show the same flame, which burned me for the past year. If no one was willing to offer me redemption, then I would simply have to take it myself. It’s just a startling coincidence that I just so happen to already be in New York, perhaps fate led me here. Well whatever, I guess I could associate myself with the city. I hear New York is famous for a few things. It’s late night commuting service, its world renowned hot dogs, the many strip clubs, and who could forget it’s the city that never sleeps. City that never sleeps, well I haven’t slept for six fucking months! I could really do with clocking off just now, but I still never had a place to sleep. Or a place to eat for that matter, but that’s okay. If I learned anything lately, it’s that necessities are only necessities if you decide to make them necessities. I had my life back, well kinda… |
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| ***HIGHLANDER*** | Jan 30 2008, 04:21 AM Post #3 |
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Tell me guys…do you really know what a fucking mess you have yourself in…H…C…W…just for one minute sit down and think of those three initials…do they mean anything to you, does it do anything to your skin, do you get all…all fluffy when you say those letters…let me say it again…H…C…W…if it does not put shivers down your spine, growths of hair on your chest or a squeaky arse then sons…PLAYTIME IS OVER…THE LEARNING CURVE IS OVER…TIME TO PAY THE PIPER!!! So let me start by the introductions…I am Highlander…I am the H in HCW…this federation was born out of the phoenix that was the Highlanders baseball bat and put soul into a once down and out backyard federation…Some say this is Greeneys baby and I tend to agree he pays the wages BUT I PUT THE MONEY IN HIS POCKET SO HE IS ABLE TO…it is not Glen Greeney the fans come to see…Hell no…it is the Highlander…something you are about to see at close quarters. So who am I? You really do not want to know who I am, you do not want to walk my path, and you really do not want to get in my way because I will break you…you are all pawns the game of chess that is the HCW…what is that…? Am I black or white…? Good question…NIETHER…I am a darker shade of grey and this is my circle…to enter my circle is to give up your soul…there are no refunds…to enter my circle is to sign away your warranty on life, what goes on in the circle stays in the circle…I walk the path of the circle, it does not end, it does not go anywhere…but to be the guardian of something so pure so perfectly formed…is to be guardian to the holy grail… But wait…maybe I have already said too much, maybe this is already too much for your meagre minded foes to calibrate. So let me just say this…there is no good, there is no evil, there is no black, there is no white…we all walk our own paths to gain our fame or fortune…but not I, for I know the truth…we are all a shade of grey…and eventually our paths come full circle…the question you should ask yourself is What happens next? Anyway day one in the HCW…I get paired with some hotshot Highlander want to be to go up against Tyke Index and Gabriel Ohio…now Index I have heard of you and with the same breath you should of heard about me…son you have but two seconds to get your sorry ass out of Dodge because the sheriff is back…and this Sheriff walks alone…you pair of pansies have obviously been offered up as a sacrificial lamb because if you two are the best HCW has to offer…then we are in deep shit…Ohio…Gabriel…I will say to you what baby Jesus should of said to that other spotlight stealer on that cold winters night…GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE…AND TAKE THAT FRIGGIN STAR WITH YOU…son if you are going to stomp around the halls of the HCW with a name like Gabriel you better have some guns to back it up…if not then you better take your sorry batting from left field name and stick a for rent sign on your arse… OK I think I have just about told everyone where to go…ah yes…Dark Shadow or is it Vengeance, D Shadow…damn how about Pissy Face McFart…Only two good things ever came out of Orange County and that be the two choppers I had custom built…son if you have done your homework then you will know that you are in bigger doo doo than either Index or Ohio…for the only worse place to be if you are not against me is to be teamed with me…so I will make things nice an simple for you…you go down to the ring…you do your little circus trick with the water and the strolling, you do your moody teenager walk then go to the corner and take a seat and get a nice easy win without breaking sweat…this is my show…if you have anything to say about it then you better not toss that bat out of the ring…if you do then I will SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU WILL BE USING THE SPLINTERS AS TOOTHPICKS…I hope I made my self clear… Now last business call…and this goes out to the men who have the stroke…you even contemplate letting that two bit cop loving piss ant Dustan Dewey through the doors of HCW and I will not be held responsible for what happens…I will take every superstar in this Fed and put them in hospital…there are places in the world for Dewey’s and the HCW is not one…so take this as a warning…no take this as a threat…that Mother Fucker steps through the doors of the HCW…and I shake HCW to its foundations…you do not own me…I am Highlander…Welcome to the Highlander Championship Wrestling SWINGS AND ROUNABOUTS It does not happen too often but sometimes, just sometimes you get thrown a bone. I mean there I was just been laid of from the eWo…not knowing what I was going to do, where I was going to go when out the blue I get a phone call… “Alex McLeod…former HCW World Champion…how do you fancy…” The rest of the call is not important, the main thing was my old stomping ground the HCW wanted me back…the promotion had an injection of cash, the doors were opening and they wanted the King of Hardcore back on the throne…but it was not as easy as that…you see I remember back to the HCW before it closed, I remember Trinity Douglas and Rob McCutcheon cheating me out of the World title and having the most prestigious title of them all around the waste of a woman…I remember the HCW injecting the cancer that is Taurus into the veins of HCW But there is no Douglas…Rob is but a shadow of himself…and Taurus…less said the better…maybe it was time to excise some demons from my past…I mean I had enough of them I am sure I could do without a few… “I will be there” Four simple words and I had walked out the door of one Establishment in through the door of another as I said a bone was thrown and hell yes I was going to take it…especially when it was my Mecca calling…next thing was getting out of this dank place in Canada and back to good old Scotland but first I had to remind myself exactly what the HCW was all about…I walked down the street a bit and stood outside a pub…I slowly opened the door and walked in… The door closes behind him “OK YOU MOOSE SHAGGIN MUTHER FUCKAS HOWS ABOUT HAVING A BITE OF THIS PRIME BEEF ARSE…” “Why you scrawny little bastard…come here…” “SOOOOO EEEEEEEE SOOOOOOO EEEEEEE…is that all you got…Damn the man was right…Canadians are just Americans with their brains kicked out… “Right boys…get him…” The scene fades with the noise of broken glass in the background. |
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| Gabriel Ohio | Feb 1 2008, 06:14 PM Post #4 |
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The cold bitter wind blows and whispers in the ears on this bitter cold night. The sweet odur of the city delights the nasal passges and the blurred image of taxi's driving by eager for work, the rain bouncing off their hoods as they pass. The countries worker ants all scatering about, doing their duties which will help fill the governments pockets full of cash. A figure stirs in the shadows. The flash oflightening temporarily illuminating the man, hands in his pockets, warmed by the soothing feeling of the black leather jacket he is wearing. The man steps back into the shelter provided by a balcony above. He reaches into the inside of his jacket and pulls out a newspaper. Flicking through, the wind providing irrotaion as it tries its best to prevent an easy read. The gentleman focuses on one particular page. One particular graphic. The image of an advert, doing what it does best, advertising the rebirth of Hardcore Championship Wrestling, along with the first card. A smile appears on the man's face. The rebirth of not only Hardcore Championship Wrestling, but also the rebirth of Gabriel Ohio. The time, the date, and the setting has been set and now the cogs of though have begun to turn in his head. The thought of the spotlight shining down once more, the opportuistic side of Gabriel Ohio will shine just as bright. The man smile broadened, as he remembers signing on the dotted line, witnessed by HCW officals. The name of Gabriel Ohio. Its official. The HCW officials smile with a sadistic smile, clearly disaplaying the thoughts of power all over their faces. "We own you now..." Thats what they had said. And let them think that, for time will tell them otherwise. Time to prove that without doubt that Gabriel Ohio means business... The man turns and looks into the camera. "Ladies and gentleman, feast your eyes upon the new legend of HcW. Its signed in black and white and the stage has been set, and it is time for I, Gabriel Ohio to show ones face and to paint you all a pretty picture. A master piece worthy of display beside the mona lisa. I call it 'My Reality'. You see, all the superstars, past, present and future have all the same ambition, to become the undisputed champion in the federation that is HcW. I am sure you have heard it all before, I am going to win the gold blah blah! Thats all their fantasy. When I show them my reality, it quickly becomes their own reality. Warriors defeated, men fallen and the boys sent packing. I am the true reality that you all wish you had." He pauses and wanders into the side street alittle where it is alittle less blustery. His footsteps echo off the walls and the sounds of the busy road go weak. A flash of a lighter flame illuminates the area, then just as quick the shroud of darkness engulfs the sight as the lighter goes out. Only just can the naked eye see the pillar of smoke rising as Gabriel puffs on a cigar of the finest quality. "Which brings me to my scheduled debut opponents Highlander and Dark Shadow. Lets start with Highlander shall we? As he seems to be the one letting his mouth go. Do I sense alittle homophobia, Highlander? Hmm? Often tose people who often attempt to insult cetain races, social class, gender or sexual orientation often have a fear of the person they are tring to insult. Alas Highlander my buttocks and anus are not up for rent and it will certainly not be for the foreseeable future. Perhaps you should focus more on performing in the ring than trying to insult me, as you will never succeed. But I will offer the entire world a sample of the truth that has haunted you. You touched upon your nightmares in your last statements. I know your secret Highlander. Inside you are secretly rotting away. Eating away inside you is something far worse than any condition that can be diagnoses in our modern world, and no hospital can assist you. Doubt. You try to sound all big and mighty but yet inside you are nothing but a weak timid little boy, afraid at taking the step of becoming a man. Maturity is nothing to fear so why dont you do us all a favour and stop your feeble attempts at trying to sound hard and just try and atleast put up a decent fight on Monday, theres a good lad! Dark Shadow. It is under such unfortunate circumstances that we meet for the first time, and due to your partners actions you too will also sample a little piece of the quality I possess. Aaaah such good times and although you are an opponent on Monday, I give you some friendly advice, try not to get in the way of the brutalisation of Highlander. I appreciate youm would also like to walk away on Monday with a victory, but let be realistic, it aint going to happen. It does not mean that we are the ones you should look out for. Perhaps you better keep a sharp eye on your partner, the self copnfessed loner, who I feel as a few short screws loose in that head of his." Gabriel stops and turns and looks into the camera directly. He pulls the cigar out of his mouth and turns it sideways so we get to see the entire length of it. He softly blows onto the tip of the lit cigar. It glows softly and burns away alittle of what is left of it. Gabriel smiles and motions his head towards it, encouraging us to watch. "You see this? This is a perfectly good example of what your lives represent. The glow of the flame that is your soul, slowly turning into ash as your days fade away, much in the same way this cigar burns. Me? I am the one blowing on that flame, encouraging it to burn quicker, but eventually you fade away alot quicker. That is exactly what is going to happen to your career Highlander, I am the one who will slowly extinguish the fire that burns in your heart, and once it is on the verge of being extinguished, I will toss you away. Dark Shadow? You will be just that. A Dark Shadow of your former self when I am through with you. OH! and Tyke, I aint forgot about you. Lets make this a good night for us as a temporary team. Howabout we get a mark in the win column and see where things go from there. Rest assured people! There is a new player in town, and the game just got alot more complicated..." With that said Gabriel wanders away into the darkness. He has made a bold statement. Lets hope he can back it up. HcW is back, but new faces have not done enough to extinguish the fire that burns through every fan that has witnessed the passion that only HcW brings. Only time will tell if Gabriel lives true to his word.... |
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| Dark Shadow | Feb 2 2008, 01:04 AM Post #5 |
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Is it easy to let things go? It’s a question I have asked myself a lot lately, and the answer has always come back the same! No I don’t find it easy letting things go, thing that have happened in my life should not happen to any living man, no matter how bad that person is! People tell me I should let go of things and move on, but to be honest, I am struggling to do so! Sometimes I wonder just why I am still here! In the shadow of the night I stand, I watch all those that doubt me and wonder just why the hell they do, because quite frankly these people don’t know me, and they never will really get to know the real me! Am I a man who is going let out all my secrets in one sentence? Am I stupid enough to do so like my partner in crime this week The Highlander! See I am a man who can keep myself to myself, I say things that NEED to be said, I won’t come out with the unnecessary bullshit that half these people come out with, I don’t say things that make no difference to the match! See only one person knows the real me and that’s me! Do people really think that coming in to the wrestling industry is going to keep them safe, do they think this will keep them off the streets, because trust me it doesn’t I’ve been around the block enough times to know this is not true, and I can tell you right now its not a pretty business! You want a good life? Get the fuck out! Going around the town thinking your tough as fuck is really not the way forward! You want to know about things being surreal? You want me to describe something that is so surreal that you wont even understand me? It isn’t worth it, because I will only come across as a critical bastard, and I really don’t want to criticise people who I have never faced before I say that, but I will have changed my mind in the next ten minutes! Does no one realise that once you have a wrestling career that you walk away from you are not the same person when you go back? I have known of many people who have gone back and not been the same, and the people surrounding me right now are going to be no different! If you want to walk away from a career in wrestling you don’t deserve to come back in my opinion! Have you ever been so involved with your own mind that it starts to fuck you up completely? Paranoia sets in and you go mad, paranoia is the worst of all, if you ever go through this, you will know that a wrestling career is not the correct choice, if you are paranoid, if you are out of your mind, if you want to make a life for yourself then a wrestling career certainly isn’t for you! I have reason to believe that an opponent from this week Tyke Index would be able to relate to this, you know what with him being a crazy man or what ever, well so he thinks, see its all good that you can tell yourself and many around you that you are a crazy man, but is this really true? Keep searching your soul looking for the real you and I bet you find someone who is almost too normal for your own liking, you can claim you are a lot of things, but more often than not its never really true! This is the thing I hate about the wrestling business, too many fake people, too many higher ups who sit in a canteen all day seeing what is in their lunchbox! Some times I wonder just why I even bothered coming back, but then when I win matches all my questions are answered, I love the feeling of being a success! People may look at me as a freak, but I am more normal than they will ever be, and I will soon make people realise this! People need to realise that which ever match I step in to I will win, doesn’t matter who gets thrown in to a match against me they will not be a problem for me, I have beaten better people than most of the idiots walking around backstage in this place! Like I said I will win! I have fought people on the streets that could walk away with more credibility than half these idiots and that’s a fact! I have reason to believe Tyke Index wants to rise above it, rise above what exactly? Rise above what he used to be? Rise above everyone else surrounding him in the HCW? See its never going to happen, I can tell you that right now for a fact! Or does he want to rise above the fact that everything he does prior to his match has no relevance to the actual match itself! See its all good coming out with bullshit, but when the bullshit doesn’t involve your opponents in any way its just bloody pointless! You want to ignore the voices in your head, it wont do you much good, the voices will tell you to do things that you shouldn’t do, you’ll tell yourself its bad, your head will tell yourself it is good, and then you’ll be left confused and contemplating your involvement in life! You know I really thought it was bad enough having to face Tyke Index, but then he teams with someone who comes across as more of a prick than he does and it becomes apparent that this world is just going to get worse! In fact this world has never really been a great one has it, why would I expect it to change any time soon? Why would I expect a whole bunch of idiots to have the mental capacity to change things! See I am looking to far ahead of if I do expect it, but that’s why I am refusing to expect it, I will expect me to kick their ass and nothing more, nothing less! Monday night is too far away for my liking, I will not be able to cope with the waiting, I might have to do something to pass the time, now I would come out and talk shit about my opponents a lot more in the next couple of days, but they are not worthy being spoken about, they are not worthy of being acknowledged! People are going to get hurt, people are going to get hurt more than they could imagine, this is something I can guarantee right now! My question Tyke is how have you not slept in 6 months? I mean I for one have almost fallen asleep listening to your boring voice and I don’t have to put up with it almost half as much as you do! I am stood in the dark night, the wind is blowing I am stood holding my baseball bat, smacking it against my hand in a very menacing way, a way in which only I could hit it against my hand! I do it with such art, such perfection! Such Is the perfection that no one else can equal it! If anyone else was to try and do anything that I do, they would struggle, this is a fact, I am pretty much perfect in every way and sooner rather than later everyone will realise this! I heard this very funny rumour, the rumour was… Gabriel Ohio is the new legend of HCW, now don’t get me wrong I am sure he is ok in the ring, but a god damn legend? You must be fuckin’ kidding me? This place is just having its first card and already some idiot thinks he is a legend, this guy really isn’t going to go far if he carries on like that! You signed a contract Ohio and you signed your life away, purely because you got shoved in a match against me and that really can’t be a good thing for you, see I don’t take too kindly to people claiming to be legends before they have even proven what they can actually do in the ring, see that’s just one mistake, and you’ve barely been here for five minutes! Another mistake is going on about shit that you know nothing about, do you really believe that everyone’s ambition is to become undisputed champion, because this is not true, I for one am only here for one reason and that is to make a quick buck and to take names! See you think everyone says they are going to win the gold because its their fantasy, but its not mine, but I guarantee I WILL win the gold, see the difference between us is that when I say I am going to do something then I am damn well going to do it, but you on the other hand? Pffft no chance! The reality is, you are an idiot who hypes himself up too much and unfortunately that’s the way it shall stay, there are no ifs and buts about it, you are not going to get to where you want to be, purely because your own huge ego is going to get in the way! I am a man, a warrior, a beast of sorts; you are nothing but the little egotistical boy who will get NOTHING! The circumstances we are meeting under are indeed unfortunate, but not for me like you may think, but for you! You say you have a little piece of quality? Well I don’t see it, and I doubt I ever will see it! So you want to give me friendly advice? Here is some damn advice for you…don’t give me advice! See I will get in your way, purely because I want to see what you are actually capable of, trust me I am not expecting much, I am not expecting anything in fact, I am expecting an easy win on my teams behalf and I will not even need the help of my tag team partner, that is how confident of my abilities I am! Yes I do want to walk away with a victory and I am pretty sure it will happen, who is going to stop me? are you going to? I really don’t think so Ohio, you underestimate what I am capable of! Apparently Ohio is for lovers… therefore maybe you are in the wrong profession! You think I am going to a Dark Shadow? Who cares, a dark shadow I might be, but yet I am still brighter than you! I look down to the ground, I put my hood over my head, making myself look like even more of a freak than I do usually, I smirk and begin to speak again! Oh and Highlander, don’t think you are getting away just because you are my partner, I am not happy that I have to team with you, far from being happy in fact, I don’t agree with it I think its bullshit! Pissy Face McFart? Oh how funny, how grown up, how about you go home, get a life, act your age, take the diapers off and then come back when you are fuckin’ ready to fight in a mans fight without feeling the need to bitchslap! Two good things DO come out of Orange County you are right….me and my huge balls that prove I have more balls than you could ever fit in your mouth! You wanna make things simple? Well I kind of guessed that, what with you being a simple fuckin’ being, you think I am going to sit back and watch you do all the work? Fuck that, I am going to take you out first then work this match on my own, you suck, and you will just hold me back this week, this is obvious, I don’t want you anywhere near me, cos you’re a prick! This is your show? When did this show become the show for the worst wrestler ever? Or when did this show become a show for people with an ego without any foundation behind why he actually has one? For a so called man, you act like a boy, and me I am going to fuck you up more than you could imagine, I just hope your ready! Like your hopes and dreams your body will be shattered! I turn away I’ve had enough of talking about fake people, about people who have no right to exist, I walk away as the scene fades! |
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