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Alex Zundel vs Matt Despono vs Gabriel Ohio Vs; Jarrell Howard - 4-Way Parking Lot Brawl
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Alex Zundel vs Matt Despono vs Gabriel Ohio Vs Jarrell Howard

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Is it true? The person bearing all this hype, and even got an honorable mention on the official website is nothing more than a rookie that had never before stepped foot into an actual wrestling ring? Yes it is true. Did Jarrell know what he was doing? Yes... Did Jarrell know how to wrestle? Yes... Was Jarrell a particularly experienced individual? No... Jarrell was nothing much of a wrestler actually, it was pretty much a miracle that the HcW had considered to sign with him out of all the other talented superstars that have had no contract clauses and a better all-round record in wrestling.. Jarrell was nothing more than a rookie that came up from the streets of Michigan. Jarrell was nothing more than a little hoodlum that roamed the dark alleys, looking for something to do. Looking for some money so he could blow it all on booze. To him it wasn't at all the happiness, or the passion that counted for wrestling... He was in this only for the sheer attraction of money. Of course, he had gave up his old habbits of robbing convenient stores, and stealing cars. The time he served in Juvenile Detention center was well spent, as he have not only abandoned the past, but also went on to embrace the future. To embrace the future as a proffessional wrestler. He had already made it on to the big one, and he had none other than his teacher, and his charming good looks to thank. In a mere two years, Jarrell had turned from a good-for-nothing shame of his family into a millionaire with a bright future in Wrestling Entertainments. It was great how he had finally made it into business, this was indeed, his first job.

HcW. This was it... He had finally made it to the big one.. After two years of training, and many local tournaments, he had finally brought himself up to the big leagues. The new federation, and promised revolution of Wrestling Entertainments, Hardcore Championship Wrestling, had signed Jarrell to a 5 year contract. In this period of 5 years, Jarrell has a granted shot to the Xtreme Title, that he was looking to go after. Winning an Amateur tournament and being crowned the "Golden Boy" was one thing, but actually holding Championship gold in a big, proffessional federation was another. If he was good enough to be claimed the "Golden Boy" he obviously had to have some sort of Championship Gold around his waist. It was just a matter of time now that he was granted with a shot at the Xtreme title, and he was definitely popping out of his head to recieve it. There was nothing more that he could ask for, fame, glory, and money. Despite his contract with HcW, Jarrell had not yet been accomplished to be an actual Multi-Millionaire. He did recieve quite a bit of money from the deal, but to him it wasn't enough. Since when was money ever enough.. There was no limit of capacity for how much money you actually have. Jarrell's whole estate consisted of the contract only... Jarrell had lost connection with his mother ever since he got busted for the robbery, and have not been working for the two years in Juvenile Detention Center. His trainer, Donanathan Mackenzie have exploited and discovered the boy's talent for wrestling, and have been training him nonstop ever since.

Money was obviously one of Jarrell's biggest weaknesses. He would do just about anything for money. He believed that money was the ultimate success in life. But then again, he was still young, he had plenty of youth to be sold. Not to mention him being quite an attractive individual, he had no problems getting with the ladies he wanted. Jarrell was already living the good life, but he could never get enough of it. It was like a drug to him, the more money he got, the more he wanted it. His greed have already corrupted himself, and he was just about willing to do anything to get the money he wanted. In the past, he had done many things to try and earn money. He hustled on the streets, but it was way too risky and the profit wasn't good enough for the money he used to buy the drugs. He tried to start a rapping career, being featured in many mixtapes with a couple of friends, but they never made it big... The only income they got from the mixtape was selling them on the streets for a mere few dollars. The reason he joined a gang, was because of the thought that he was going to earn the money he deserved. Being sent out on several drive-by shootings, and finally dropped down to robbery. He never expected to defect from the gang, but he was betrayed by his boss, when they wouldn't pay the bail. Jarrell was stuck with a bad name for the rest of his life.. And he had no one to blame, but him, and his selfish greed that corrupted his own mind, making him stoop lower and lower each time. To him, it was a fact that even he, himself hated.

Last night on Monday Night Hell, he had made his miraculous ringside debut by running into the ring to end the match against Seamus Kelly and Chris Caliber, and nailed each of them with chair shots. Stating it clear that he was here, and he meant a lot of business. He didn't care, he was tired of all these half-ass wrestlers coming into HcW but doesn't do anything to prove their worth, they were too lazy to even cut a single promo. Jarrell couldn't blame them of course, he was a pretty lazy man himself. His idea of a good day was sitting on the couch, and just watching television all day, that was the life he wanted to live. Unfortunately, all of his money problems was what had kept him off his couch for all this time. He needed to prove his worth in HcW to get a continuation contract, and to earn even more money. Being known around the world as an athlete wasn't good enough for him, he wanted to be rich. He would drop all of his self-esteem and lick Bill Gates shoes if it got him paid. First time stepping into that ring, and blowing off Seamus Kelly and Chris Caliber, just thinking of the thrilling feeling that he got from doing something like that fed his ego very nicely. He couldn't wait for his in-ring debut either, he wanted everyone to know why he deserved to be called the Golden Boy, and he wanted the management to know exactly why he was worthy of a fatter contract. If he didn't want to, he didn't have to work that hard in the ring, but if it was all for a good cause... in this case of course is the money... then he felt good enough to do it. He obviously couldn't have people doubting his skills if he was going to be one of the top contenders in HcW.

Speaking of which, this week he has it easy for him. He was going to be in the ring with three other people.. Alex Zundel who was also looking forward to be debuting in ring the very same day in the very same match. Matt Despono who was going to be as hardhitting as possible, coming into the match having suffered 1 loss already. Last but not least, Gabriel Ohio. A man that have performed amazingly the past week, tagging with his partner Tyke Index, and picking up a huge win. Of course, Jarrell didn't know what those other three have done in the past, and just as naturally as he doesn't know, he doesn't really care. To him, everything is about the time inside the ring when that bell hits.. When it comes to game day, it wasn't the matter of accomplishments or how many trophies they have won in the past, it was all about that match, and that match only. The Golden Boy had a chance to really make an impact in HcW, and he wasn't going to let up on a chance that was just wide open for him to take. No matter how much he dislike Fatal Four-Way matches, this was a street-brawl, so it was somewhat familliar to him. As long as he could have his way in the ring without being Disqualified, it was all good. It didn't matter if Matt Despono was coming off with a lot of motivation after his humiliating loss, it didn't matter if Gabriel Ohio had won one match in HcW already, it didn't matter that Alex Zundel was a very highly anticipated young prospect. Nobody was going to be standing in Jarrell's way on Monday Night, and that was a promise to himself. He wasn't going to let any of them be able to so much as get up and crawl to the back stage... No... He was going to have them all laid out, and unconcious.



The scene starts up to see Jarrell Howard in the streets of wherever he was. He was wearing a New York Yankee's New Era cap, and gray hoodie jacket, that was draped over a white tank top. Despite it was Febuary, the weather was still fine for him. The raspy noices coming from the jeans that could barely be counted as "worn" could be heard from miles away, and the bright new Air Force 1's were definitely the first thing that caught your eyes. Jarrell was looking pretty balling today, people walking by couldn't help but notice the chains that were hanging from his neck, and the "bling" that he had on his hands. Consisting of a jeweled ring, and a nicely iced out bracelet. People wondered what Jarrell was doing, walking down the road with a wardrobe that cost near thousands of dollars. Wasn't he afraid of getting jacked up by another "Nigger"? No, he wasn't.. This was his neck of the woods, and he was just on his way to meet up with his homeboy, Sleezy C, Carl Knight. His buddy since grade 1.. Dropped out of school together, hustled on the streets together, and released their mixtape together. They were brothers through thick and thin, and even thought Jarrell had already made it big, he still couldn't forget about the friendship that got him through all of those memorable moments.

As we see Jarrell continuing to walk down the road, he made a sharp turn, turning into a park of some sort. The nicely organized bushes and the trees towering over Jarrell himself. He was looking around for Sleezy C. The two have made an appointment to meet at the fountain in the center of the park. Jarrell couldn't help but grin, thinking of what Sleezy C would say when he sees Jarrell all iced out, and jeweled. Making it to the top was certainly something that Jarrell wasn't going to get tired of anytime soon. Standing around, looking for any trace of Sleezy C.. He hated waiting on people, it was one of the things that he couldn't bear the most. Everytime he was waiting on people, he just wanted to pop a cap into their asses. But of course, that dramatically changes when they finally meet up with each other. Just as he thought about how he was going to deal with Carl's punctuality, he felt something pointed on his back. It was hard and familiar... All a little bit too familiar..


Put yo' hands up, Nigga..

Out of pure first time reaction, Jarrell couldn't do anything else but raise his hands.. With his back still turned at the mysterious person.

Hey man... I'm J-Real aight? You don't be messing with me in my town aight? If anything happens to me, you know Sleezy C is gonna get all up in your ass... I remember your voice, nigger.

Nothing but a burst of laughter could be heard. Jarrell finally turns around to see Sleezy C laughing his ass off, and the thing that he thought was a gun, was nothing but a twig he had picked up in the park. Jarrell couldn't help but laugh with him.

Ma Nigga.. When'd they release yo' punk ass?

Them niggas can't keep me couped up.. I tell 'em what to do, aight?


Carl laughed, as the two exchanged a high-five. Carl wearing a pair of sunglasses, completely covering his eye. Jarrell with a huge grin on his face..

Man, I missed you, nigga.. I can't believe J-Roc didn't bail you out.. What a fucking cunt..

You still hangin with that nigga? He gonna get you killed one day C. Trust me on that, he will have your ass fuckin' shot down one day..


Carl shook his head, laughing.

Nah mang.. I ain't hangin' wit' that nigga no more. I'm out on my own now.. I've got dozens of people just waiting for my orders to disband J-Roc's crew..Soooo.. Nigga.. You made it big yo.. I can't believe a big ass company would sign your ass and give you money to wrestler for them... How dumb could they possibly be? I mean, come on... You're not a wrestler, homes..

Haha.. Guess again son.. I'm straight up ballin' now yo.. Ain't no one gonna stop my shine in HcW.. They talkin bout Hardcore, I bring the game yo. It's great to see you after two motherfuckin' years man.. Too bad I can't chill tonight.. Got a huge ass street-brawl to prepare for man..


Carl looks rather astonished.. Misunderstanding Jarrell's "street-brawl" as an actual "street-brawl" that was taking place.

What brawl? What's goin down nigga? Don't be keepin' me out of the blue.

Calm down homes.. It's my next match-up in HcW that's what it is.. Nothing's going down... What's wrong wit' you.. Everytime you hear the word "fight" you just sprung as a motherfucker...


Carl simply laughs.

What about you, huh? Nigga.. Everytime you heard the word "money" yo' eyes just light up, and you get all horny. It's been too long since them "Tee's" been messin' around with our turf. Them motherfuckers are scared of me and my homies.. Last time they came messin' wit us, we sent they ass home, and made them drag a couple of bodies back home wit' 'em..

That's what I'm talking about.. That's my nigga, laying down the rules.. Talkin bout me makin it big.. You doing fine for yourself, son. You know how to take it to those "Tee's" mang.. I don't even know what I'm going to expect in the ring when those other three niggers come out at me. I don't even know if I should expect a win or a loss.. Gabriel Ohio seems like he's weak material.. He did rely on Tyke to win last week's match. Matt Despono seems pretty weak to me, he couldn't get any edge in that last match against what's their names..


Carl smiles, and pats Jarrell's shoulder..

Well, ain't that somethin'? It's all you in this match then, nigga...

I wish man... I'm going to try and pull something special on those niggers.. But, I'm afraid they might get the better of me, because of my inexperience in the ring.. You do know these people are like savage dogs man, they'd do anything to be winnin' on 'em niggers.. I'm pretty worried, if they know I am the better man, and all come at me at once, I think they have a good chance against me.

Don't worry bout it nigga.. You got this.. I have all the faith in the world in you...


Jarrell laughs, glancing into his watch. It was time for him to be running.

Yo man.. I gotta get my ass out of here.. It's great seeing you again man.. 'Preciate this, aight? Payce.

Carl nodded, giving him a high five, before turning the other way and walking off. Jarrell respectively turned the other way, and strolled off. He didn't want to cut this conversation short though, it was truly a great thing to be meeting Sleezy C against after two years in the center. But his time was running out as he had many errands to run. Especially since he was part of HcW now, he was going to have less and less time to be coming out like this.. He had an interview that was going to take place too.. It was all a part of his new life, he didn't think that he was going to get out of HcW's curricular schedule anytime soon.. But, it was all what he adopted, for the sheer compliment of money...
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The Revving engine of a motorbike echoes through the air long before it screeches past. Snaking its way through the speeding traffic with such agile control the biker edges his speed fuelled machine through the tinniest of gaps in a showcase of skill. The rider turns and flies down an underpass and takes a turning onto what could be at best described as a dirt track. The dirt bounces up from under the wheels soiling the undergrowth at the side of the road. After many minutes of riding the rider does a full 360 degree donut and pulls the bike to a stop. The rider we can now clearly see is Gabriel Ohio, sporting a very expensive looking pair of sunglasses.
He steps off the throne that is his saddle and looks down at himself. His leather Jacket is covered in mud. Tutting to himself he removes it and puts it over the saddle of the bike and turns and wanders over to the edge of the steep hill, revealing his location.
He drove up the hill as far as the road would allow and now he looks down, admiring the scenery, the beautiful night sky, the vast number of trees and the gentle sound of the nocturnal species of animal that hide amongst the ferns in front of him. He inhales the cold night air and a smile etches itself onto his face.


“Can you feel it? The wind in your face? The blood coursing its way through your veins delivering the very essence that we need to survive. Look around you. Everywhere around us we scatter around like worker ants, moving around gathering food, to aid our survival. Looking after number one. Now look down there. What do you see? Do you see trees? Yes. You do. Pitiful.”
“It is time we all open our eyes to the true world. Take another look. I bet you all just see trees again? Thought so. Looks like you all need a small dose of education. And I Gabriel Ohio will be your teacher. The true world houses such violent and volatile beasts and savages. Driven by pure hatred. Everywhere you look you can see it, if you have the guts to look hard enough. Every time you go into a new neighborhood. The look of hatred stares back at you. That hard long and dangerous look. Yet just a mere short distance away someone is dying. Shot, knifed, suffocated. It’s all just as harsh.“
“Still not satisfied? OK. How many times from the comfort of your own home have you witnessed murder, rape and abuse? The T.V. We watch the fiction that we love and reward directors for it, yet somewhere else in this world this is happening on a daily basis, and is nothing more than another Tuesday to the unfortunate. Have we all woken up yet?”


With a look like he has a bad taste in his mouth, Garbiel looks into the distance and runs a hand through his wind blown hair. A look of sadness engulfs his face. He looks into the air as a big white owl swoops down and lands on the handle bars of his motor cycle. Showing no fear Gabriel advances towards the bike and holds out his arm, and the owl responds and perches itself onto his arm, having a sly peck at his leather glove. He gently strokes the bid of prey’s neck.

“Isn’t she lovely? Such elegance. Such a proud creature. Yet even in the animal world is at war. So we as humans are not the only one guilty of the crime of greed. In a world much different to our own, they too are destroying each other, some blame instinct. Others blame the sinister nature of the beast within. What makes us any different? Well we claim to be more advanced, yet we succumb to disease while the alligator does not, despite the horrific environment it thrives in. We invent tools to make life easier, the washing machine for example. But how come despite all our ‘advances’ it still takes the same length of time to do the house work as it did over one hundred years ago? Ha!”


Gabriel flicks out his arm and the Owl flies off into the night flying as if towards the moon. Gabriel admires it and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a HcW Program magazine. He flicks through the pages, not stopping until he reaches the page advertising his next match. The highly anticipated Fatal Four Way Parking Lot Brawl. A smirk appears on his face as he reads some of the superstars predictions:


Tyke Index: “I have to bank against my old tag partner Gabriel, Jarrell really looks like a house on fire!”

Gerad Christ: “I dunno why, but i think the hype may be true about Jarrell Howard!”


Still smiling he crumples up the magazine and puts it back into his pocket.


“I know what you are thinking. ‘What the bloody hell has that got to do with aything??’. Well allow me to explain my fellow class mates. In every negative action there is always a positive reaction somewhere else in the world. Someone is murdered in one place, another is saved by nothing short of a miracle somewhere else. I, Gabriel Ohio, Am here in HcW to tip the scales in favour of the positive. The time is upon us. Gabriel is the one true light in HcW, and its time to turn down the volume on the never ending pain and suffering of humanity and reignite the true passion and goodness buried deep in every single person’s heart, some who forgot they ever had the ability to do good in the world. And it is now time to make a statement. Judging by my fellow combatants comments I seem to have positioned myself as a dark horse, the one that the odds are quite inviting should you wish to stake a few bucks on me. Yes there are four warriors in play, but the main person who has attracted my attention is the man causing quite a stir in HcW at the minute, by being nothing more than a thug. Jarrell Howard. Such an interesting way of debuting yourself. By making enemies. You are nothing more than a virus that is eating the way at the very spinal column that houses the innocent. Your live seems to have evolved around being a physical and mental drain on the resources of this world. Millions are spent every year trying to eradicate the violence and crime and suffering people like you inflict on the lives of the very people who support us. Such a sad way to introduce yourself to thousands and thousands of HcW fans. Weird thing is although you have my attention, alot of it is to do with curiosity more than rage. I grant you the fact you certainly did what you set out to accomplish, by making an impact and creating the hype that you are currently thriving on. But by doing that have you thus dug your own grave? Can you live up to your own hype? Now you are having to face off against a true living legend baby!! Gabriel Ohio!!”


Gabriel Ohio raises his hands and spins slowly on the spot. Giving off a Ric Flair inspired WOOOO! He then proceeds over to his motor cycle and pulls out a lead pipe, stored on the side of his bike.


“Welcome to the ball boy, and Gabriel Ohio is going to show you how to dance, HcW style!! No holds barred! I suppose you like that huh!? Means you can bring any trusted weapon with you if you choose to, but I wonder what excuses you going to cook up in your hard boiled head relating to the your loss that you are going to endure at my hands. I wonder how it will feel when your hype evaporates like water in a steamer. God damn I better bring a box of Kleenex because when you go crying back to your locker room the shares within the company that produces Kleenex are going to soar! Word of advice. I hope this isn’t going to be a total waste of time you being in this match. After all I am expecting some sort of blah blah of an excuse relating to your loss anyways.”


Gabriel stops and has a look on his face. A look as if he just remembered something. He smiles and laughs out loud.


“Now onto you Alex. Once again an apology is in order for my earlier rant. And one more is owed when I say I know very little about you. I have no doubt in my mind that you are not stupid and are well aware of the risks imposed on this type of battle we are about to participate in. Hell why do you think I signed the disclaimer form the boss sent me. Just so you know it states I am not responsible for any injuries you may suffer. Hell its just a another chance to shine for me. Oh, and by the way, HcW aint covering our medical bills either since we are all agreeing to participate. Thank goodness I am with.....”

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“....They really do care! I strongly recommend you guys join I mean....Sorry got a little side tracked. Lets face it guys. Its time the reaper paid a little visit to you guys, and I intend to deliver you all on a silver platter! The Enigma Gabriel Ohio shall be victorious and this is just another fork in the road in the journey that is my life!”
Gabriel turns and runs and grabs hold of his jacket and puts it on again, totally oblivious to the state it is in. He pulls out a dead rat from his pocket and holds it out at arms length with a demonic smile on his face.
“And the point of my earlier lesson for you all, is that Gabriel Ohio is going to have to join the ranks, for one night only, of the evil in order to truly vanquish my enemy. It is time to beat them at their own game, their own evil ways. HcW has just handed me some bait, and like my feathered friend, I intend to bite it. The bait is the parking lot brawl and I am powerless to resist. I will see you all on Monday.”


As those words escape his lips, the owl returns and snatches the dead rat from Gabriel’s grasp and flys off. Gabriel turns and with a wink of his eye, he starts his motorcycle and turns and speeds off into the night.
What inspiring words from Gabriel. It seems that Jarrell Howard has ignited something in Gabriel’s soul that was not apparent the last time we saw him. Could that be a mistake? Could that truly be a benefit to HcW or a deep injection of poison directly into the heart of the federation that claims to excel at breaking all barriers and restrictions on the current wrestling market. Is this the awakening of The Enigma Gabriel Ohio? Only time will tell....
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