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Highlander & Tyke Index vs Cyclone & Salty; vs Gerard Christ & Dark Shadow
Topic Started: Feb 4 2008, 06:44 PM (177 Views)
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Main Event

Triple Threat Tag Team Match

Highlander & Tyke Index vs Gerard Christ & Dark Shadow vs Cyclone & Salty


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Note: If your opponent hasn't roleplayed by Friday you have the choice to roleplay and if he does, one of the roleplays will be void, or wait and see if he roleplays.
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Tyke Index
HcW World Heavyweight Champion
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‘Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.’ Sigmund Freud

Freud was right, for a demented Psychoanalyst he sure had some smart things to say. He was one of few who looked at things in the same light as myself. Throughout his rants of incoherency came a man who was driven, driven to succeed. He was a contradiction of himself at times, but he would still achieve his goals one way or another. Sure sounds like someone I know.

See I had dreams, something I wasn’t capable of having for all of six months. I still wasn’t sure if I was entitled to have dreams even now, when people slate you so much it becomes hard to keep telling the truth, the easy thing to do is just become part of the lie. Vitality is a precious thing and as last night proved my dreams were still a milestone worth trying to achieve even if it did seem a crazy stance to take at one point in time.

My small room was in a bit of a mess, ice packs lying around the floor. My neck was still a little stiff from the match. Everyone else had left, all but one. I didn’t have a home to go to when I eventually left it would be the back of my car, which would provide safe refuge.

I was thinking; thinking about all that happened last night. I was a little shaken up, I thought I could respond better to all of this, but it was hard. When I dropped Highlander on his head something happened, it wasn’t quite as cathartic or relieving as I thought it would be. Surreal comes to mind, I thought he was dead. The sick thud as his head bounced off the canvas, for a few minutes everything wasn’t ticking over quite as it should. For the first time in my life, I questioned if I was doing the right thing. I wallowed in self-pity, I felt like a bad person for simply doing what I was paid to do. I never fully understood why I was still perpetrating in a life of violence, which co-exists with crime.

As the hand slapped the mat for the third time, it was like a glass of cold water wrenching across my face. Only then did I realise that this is what I was supposed to do, fate had led me back home, and my home was in the ring.

Over the years I had been described as many things: brave, junkie, compassionate, liar, warrior, and more recently a murderer.

I was like a human dartboard sounded out by a plethora of pronunciations. I didn’t even know what to call myself anymore. I was just as confused as the next person.

My brain was becoming more of a jungle every moment I was alive, and up next in my pretty little jungle was a match with the very man I dropped on his head – Highlander.

Only this time, well this time he was going to be my partner.

I thought about it for a second, originally I was angry and irrational about it all, but now, well now I had some to time to think, it was all becoming a little bit clearer. Despite nearly killing the man on Hell, we had something in common. Well a few things in common actually, the main thing was that neither of us had taken too kindly to the new alliance, which formed at our expense.

There was a slight irony there. Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow felt like the outcasts, they felt like outsiders in a world that does not care. Something clicked firmly into place, these men reminded me of myself as a kid. I was lost and insecure; I never had many true friends’ just acquaintances. People who claimed to be my friend simply to fuel their own greed and desire. I had to learn to deal with that, it made me wiser.

What Gerard and Shadow failed to realise is that confiding in others just makes the matter worse. It deepens and multiplies all the problems you had in the first place. These two men are weak, these two men are prime examples of tortured souls, and when it comes down to it they depend and rely on each other to the point that if they were to ever split it would leave a scar which they would never recover from.

I had encountered there sort before, the sort who paint a different mask to the face they are wearing. It’s called pretence, it’s called living in a world of fiction, a world of dreams, well like Freud said, you are entitled to dreams no matter how crazy, but I am the person assailed and appointed to crush those dreams.

In my time I had defeated maniacs, champions, world renowned faces. These two would be no different. All these faces had one thing in common; they all felt they could destroy this myth, the myth of Tyke Index. One by one, though – they all fell. One by one; I would dominate, and one by one they would fall at my feet. Begging for redemption and begging for an end to their sins.

I see myself in you two boys and that’s why it will not pain me to extinguish the fire wrenching deep inside both of you like a burning chalice. What you don’t realise is that fate leads us to the grave, and next Monday your fate will be firmly grasped in the palm of these hands. I’ll hurt you boys, ill truly hurt you should you decide to show up. Take my tongue of choice at your peril.

I switched off for a second and began piling all my used clothing garments into my rucksack. Tomorrow was a similar city with different faces.



Rain had been taking residence on the streets of New York City over night; the ground resembled that of a silky black dress. A few kids had stopped me outside before I could enter my ride. I looked them in the eye, shook their hands and signed what they had at their disposal. Sometimes I beg to differ about these sort of things, it just depends what mood I am in or mindset rather. Today, though – I felt liberated and rejuvenated. It was days like this that I realised who my true friends were and my true friends were the individuals who I couldn’t even recall the names of. Those were the people who stood by me when I needed them most.

I think the one thing that shocked these kids though was the sense of realism and ideology I have. For instance when these young innocent minds walked away I could hear one mutter:

“Man that guy acts just like he does on the t.v.”

The kid was right, but it wasn’t an act. I don’t know what kayfabe or character is. I live my life with the choices I have made. Sometimes that gets me into trouble, I was never going to be the sort of guy that comes out and thanks everyone for showing up or buying a ticket. That wasn’t me, I would rather repay their faith by giving them an experience they would never forget and that is witnessing a Tyke Index match with their very own eyes.

I was a little tired and weary, my eyes carrying bags under them. I would feel better after a drive and of course some Neil Young. I slipped his ‘Harvest’ album into the player and sat back. I shut my eyes. I could drive later, but right now I needed some healing and personal fulfilment. If I learned anything from my first stint in the ring, it was that my body is a machine, but like any other machine it needed recharged.

Ineptly I normally just sing along to this album, but this time I was considering the lyrics:

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.


It reminded me of those young kids, but not the ones I had just spoke with. No these kids were Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow. It was a song for the lonely hearts, for those who craved acceptance in society. To be quite honest, I truly felt sorry for them. I felt sorry that life had been so hard to the point where they felt like there was no point to their existence. When I looked in their eyes I seen innocence and trust, I seen vulnerability and I seen two kids who resembled innocent minds who had just run away from home with no money or back up plan to see through their dreams.

You think I’m exaggerating? I’ve been there, remember?

In the mountains, in the cities,
You can see the dream.
Look around you. Has it found you?
Is it what it seems?


Peculiarly this one reminded me of my other adversaries, the other two who until now I honestly hadn’t given that much thought to.

I was aware however that Cyclone and Salty were apart of this match. Now apart from having an abomination of absolutely terrible names these two were actually pretty decent athletes.

They weren’t quite there, though. They weren’t quite at the same parables as a connoisseur like myself. I ate, shat and sweated this fucking business all my life. With all due respect, for a former binman to take centre stage in my work space is nothing short of a disgrace. It infuriated me and I felt insulted they were even placed in the same space as me.

See, my life has had many spirals, twists, nooks and crannies to overcome. God forbid, from time to time I go off the rails and some would even say I am a little crazy. One thing was for sure, though – if Salty and Cyclone wanted to mix it with the big boys, then their wish would be granted next week. That much was for sure. Whether they would make it out alive was another story altogether.

I opened my eyes slowly to see the smudge of headlights shining bright on the other side of the car park. It was time to get going, before those nasty little demons came back.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world…
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In a cold dark room Salty is seen with joys off happiness glowing from his face, a warm smile to heat any cold hearted folks… He’s happy yet annoyed, annoyed yet forgiving, and lets not forget forgetful..

Why is it that when I get a win, my defeated opponent gets jealous, Mark Payne was there any need for you onslaught off me.. I beat you, you have to face up to the facts you got beat by, well…. how shall I put this, ’The wrestler with the worst win/loss record in the HCW’.. How does that feel? Does it make you feel like a big pathetic loser or is it just depressing.. Well that’s for you to decide I do believe, all I can say is the best man won.. Hang on…. that was me.. Ha Ha

The dooms and glooms off Monday Night Hell have now passed and Salty looks forward to the week ahead…

Now what can I do with myself this coming week, autograph signings, gymnasium, speed dating or just relax and take it nice and easy… You know what, I like the sound off me last option, I think I will start off with a relaxing day in a top spa, or maybe just make my own personal spa in me upstairs bath tub.. Yep second option! There’s nothing like a bit off music, hot water, bubbles and bubbles from beneath the never never rejoin.. Lets face it, its a lot cheaper and more effective, and dare I say healthier..

Well what a strange was Salty shall be having this week, a self made ‘bubble bath’, Sounds like fun.. I’d prefer to go to a nice health spa me self to discreetly watch all the ladies passing by and if I’m lucky they may join me in the spa, where I would properly get all shy and run to the steam room.. But enough about me! After Saltys nice warm ‘Bubble Bath’ he decides to.. I’ll let him tell you what he decides…

Wow that was sooo relaxing, now I believe a beer is in order, a celebratory beer that is.. Ahh ha I know, I’ll ring my brother, Pepper.. ‘Brother how are you.. Good Good, that’s what I like to hear, I’m guessing you seen my victory Monday Night.. No, What do you mean No.. Ahh I see that’s ok then, hold the phone what you mean you was watching the soaps!……’ Salty Slams down the phone in disgust.. Well how rude is he, some brother he is! Never mind a drink on my own is all I need, nobody else is needed.. Me and my bottle will solve all my problems, not that I have any problems apart from a few bumps and bruises. You never know I might pull myself a couple off sorts, they can give me a bit off TLC..

Now we all know Salty isn’t going to ‘Pull himself a couple off sorts’, soon as he introduces himself that will be then end off the conversation. ‘Hey there ladies my names Salty’ Umm I don’t think that will work somehow do you.. Well anyway Salty heads to the bar as promised to himself and that lonely bottle off beer, orders the beer and heads for a seat, a seat in the corner, a corner near a window, a window near a door..

Ummm, how I’ve missed you my old friend, Miss. Stella…

Psssst… If you didn’t know then Salty had a few, well problems with the beer aka lager aka spirits after old HCW closed down, he drank it that much he started naming his drinks… yeah I know strange.. But he had fun…

I’ve got over my problems with you now and can drink you as much as I like, well within moderation. As long as I don’t go too crazy and have another, wow I would be drunk off a second helping. Well there isn’t many ladies around tonight, wonder where they have all gone and what there doing… Salty doesn’t realise that people go out to work in this day and age, it is only 11:00am ahhh well there loss, I’m having fun, fun, fun. Might even treat myself to a go on the fruit machine, actually maybe not no change.. Darn it!

No cash on the hip, no fun on the lips.. That’s what my brother always said.. Anywhoo seens as Saltys pocket was as dry as a prune he decides to head home, get some rest, thought he’s only been up for a couple off hours and been for a beer, this guy is soo lazy! He heads home and switches on the old Tv…

Now that’s interesting, there’s me, some other blokes and CYCLONE… Nah it cant be the same bloke, is it? Don’t know but I’m teaming up with the fella this coming Monday.. Why is it I always find out these things from other people or yet worse a TV Advertisement! Suppose its best to know, well with the winning streak I’m on it doesn’t really matter I suppose Ha Ha

At this point Salty falls sleep on his sofa, What a lazy so and so!




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I begin to dream about a cold dark place, a place where I don’t want to be a place that would do me no favours; a place a million miles from here, the question is why would I dream about this? What possible reason could there be for me dreaming of something like this? It is such a surreal place to be, I think I arrived too early! The dreams I have are dark, they are scary, monsters, demons and so on, its not what I want to be dreaming about that’s for sure, what I want to dream of is success in the wrestling business, but until I can over come the fears in my head, this will never happen! In my head my ultimate goal is to revolutionise HCW! People doubt that I can do it, but with the help of Gerard I think I can accomplish almost anything! I just want to be taken to a world I know, a world I love, a world I can feel safe in, and that world definitely isn’t this one! Its not as if that should come as a surprise to anyone, because it doesn’t to me! Every time I shut my eyes, I see something horrible, and that needs to stop soon, maybe it is because I lost my opening match? Or maybe its for some other reason? Who really knows?

Last week I had to team up with a guy called The Highlander, a guy who became my enemy the second he opened his mouth, the guy who I truly knew I couldn’t trust from the second the match was made, but me being me, me being the guy who is willing to give people chances, gave him the chance. My god didn’t I regret that? Because of him we failed to win the match, because of him we lost to two of the worst wrestlers in the history of wrestling! He should have just stayed away, he should have let me do all the work and we would of got the god damn win! But no, he had to get involved; he had to put his nose in where it wasn’t needed! Now I have already lost a match and that really isn’t going to do my reputation any good is it? We all know that I thrive on having a good reputation, and I can’t have one of those if I keep losing can I? of course I cant! That is why Gerard and I need to show people why we are calling ourselves the best!

This week, the story isn’t much different; I am in a tag match again! This time however I am teaming with someone who has so much more talent than my previous partner, this is a person who I would personally hand pick to team with me on any god given week! This week I will win, it is that simple! So you wanna have dreams that’s fine, but I bet you any money, they would never be quite as fucked up as mine! My dreams are surreal, my life is also! Everyone thinks they have it bad, but seriously, they don’t have a clue! See every one is entitled to have dreams, but this also means every one is entitled to not give a damn about some peoples! Sit in a room full of other people and try telling them about your dreams which are more like nightmares, oh that’s right, most people have dreams of being the best, most people have dreams of succeeding, I cant have dreams like that, I have to make do with having dreams of actually making it through this life without a problem, these monsters, these demons, to you its all fantasy, to me its reality, to me these things are real and I can not escape them! Everyone else has it easy, I don’t! This is the most difficult time of my life, and I need my wrestling to help me through!

Sit in a room so dark that you can not see, it does you a world of good, it helps you escape from the world outside, and sometimes that’s just the place you need to be, if you escape from them, you have your own time to sit around and think of just how your life is, whether it be good or bad, you get to see it from your perspective without everyone else giving you their own opinions! That’s all this life is made of…. Opinions, not one person can state facts anymore! No one that is… except for me! I am all about facts, I hate opinions, I can accept opinions until someone comes up to me and gives me some foundation behind their opinions which in turn would make them facts, they should just shut up and turn away from the cameras! I am done with messing around in this world, its time I stood up and got counted, and that’s exactly what I am doing right now!


I have no real issues with anyone in my match this week, except for Highlander, the one man who thinks he is better than everyone else, the man who made it so I didn’t win my match last week, and yes, I am still pissed at that! See Highlander… or Alex McLeod! I never wanted to team with you, and yes I know you didn’t want to team with me, but lets be honest here, you teaming with me actually gave you a chance at winning this match, where as me teaming with you made my chances of winning pretty damn slim! I used to hate Scottish people for apparent reason Highlander, but you’ve given me a reason to hate them, because if there are many more like you, then god help this world! Bring your martial arts expertise this week Highlander, because even that wont do you any good! I don’t care if you’re a brawler, a technical guy or hell you could be a complete and utter asshole and it still wouldn’t bother me, the only thing I am worried about is kicking your ass! See “Mr HCW” you are a nothing to me, an absolute no one! Your previous work in other federations means shit all to me, I don’t care if you have been round the block a few times, I don’t care if your fuckin’ Jenny from the block or what ever, all that matters is that you don’t rise to the top of this place before I do and with me standing right here, living, breathing and so on, there is no chance in hell of that happening! Your past as a hardcore champ, US champ, Tag champ…or complete and utter chump, makes no difference, you are still by far the worst wrestler I have come across! I don’t care if you have a never say die attitude, because in my eyes you will die, in my eyes the only form of attitude you have, comes in the form of a problem! Your love for this business, or this job will not get you through this match, there are only two people walking out with the win this week, and you are not going to be one of them! No amount of heart, soul or fight will get you through this match, and that I can guarantee right now! See you have a lack of stamina, and that is something I am going to take advantage of, I am going to make it so that just half way through this match you will be struggling to continue, and with the amount of talent I have, it really shouldn’t be that much of a problem, but of course this is just in my opinion! I will make it so that I push you to limits you never thought existed, I will push you to breaking point, I will push you to the point where you want to just kill me and that will be just fine for me, because then I will exploit your true weaknesses! I will exploit the fact that you are not as good as I am, I will exploit the fact you can not go on for as long as I can and I will take advantage of the fact that I am, and always be better than you! There is only one thing I admire you for and that is your choice of favourite weapon, see the baseball bat is wonderful thing, but you go ahead and modify it? Why do that? The baseball bat does a good enough job on its own and you really don’t need to make any changes to it! So Highlander, I am going to make it so that you regret putting in such a poor performance last week, I will make you regret costing me the chance of getting my first win, and in the process, I will get my first victory here in HCW, if you try and stand in my way… You WILL get hurt, it’s a not a promise, it’s a threat… it’s a god damn FACT, a cold SOLID fact! Don’t stand in my way that’s all I can say! You will live to regret it, and what me and Gerard done to you last week will feel like a scratch compared to what we will put you through this week, I am not saying that because I can, I am say that because it is the god damn truth!

I chuckle to myself, I think I am too concerned about the fact I really want to hurt Highlander to even care that anyone else is in this match!

Tyke Index eh? Again? This should be fun, I hope he realises just who he is messing with and I hope he realises just who he is teaming with! Tyke, go back to your room, lock yourself in there, tidy it up a bit if you will! Throw the ice packs away, buy some new ones, because that’s exactly what you are going to need after me and Gerard are finished with you! See there is one difference between you and I, you see when you dropped Highlander on his head, it worried you didn’t it? It made you evaluate life in a wrestling ring, it made you think about whether you were ready for this or not! See if I was in your position, I would have dropped Highlander on his head…over and over again! See being a bad person shouldn’t always be seen as a bad thing, go on Tyke, admit it you actually quite liked the sound of that thud! You see like the outcast I am, and always have been, I take quite a liking to breaking rules, I take a liking to hurting people, it’s why I got in to the wrestling business now whether it be ironic that you were once the same as me and Gerard is a whole new bag of chips! See I don’t just feel like an outcast to the world, I also feel that this world doesn’t really care about many people! You felt like this before, you know I feel right now, you know what it’s like to be hated! You know what its like to not have many friends, acquaintances are good to have, but not as good as friends right? You know that, you understand where I coming from right now don’t you? So ditch your partner, go it alone, yeah it means you have no one to turn to, but trust me you have more chance of winning this match without Highlander, I found that out the hard way, I don’t want you going down the same road as me! You may think confiding in others is stupid, you may think it makes matters worse, but it doesn’t especially if you join forces with someone who is going through exactly what you are going through, it makes sense that way! You see alone I am a weak, with a person to hold me up when I am falling down, I become stronger, with someone to shove me in the right direction I become successful, see the difference between you and I is this… I am smart enough to know where I want to go, I am smart enough to know where I want to be! We don’t rely on each other, but its nice to know someone is there watching me, helping me when I need it! It isn’t something I am expecting you to understand just yet, but before long you will!

I look down at the floor, for once in my life I am understanding someone other than myself! The unfortunate thing is, this week he is my opponent for the second week running!

It is unfortunate that you are from Glasgow really because if it wasn’t for that I would probably have a level of respect for you! But for this reason alone I do not! Not many people know who you are, and what it is about you that makes you the person you are, but from what I can see, I will be able to figure out you before long! See I think you would know who you are yourself if you had of laid off the drugs, but as you failed to do this, you are incompetent, and you can barely even string a logical sentence together, without making yourself look like an ass! The one thing I will say to you right now Tyke is this, sort yourself out before its too late, the last thing we want is for another wrestler to die in a tragic way, sort yourself out, get some help, I don’t care about you, but I don’t like to see many people die, so do yourself a favour before its too late, until then, get ready for this match because it is going be a match of epic proportions!

Most of my claims have little to no foundation, I will admit that right now, but I have ways of saying things that make it all sound true, so you can’t really take that away from me can you?

Salty, Salty, Salty! Everyone knows you suck, why even try to make yourself sound cool? Yeah ok I admit Mark Payne really shouldn’t have been the way he was when he lost, but the fact is, I would be the same if I lost to you too! I mean seriously could you imagine how it must feel to lose to the person with… how did you put it? “the worst win/loss record in the HCW” I tell you that would really piss me off too! You question whether you should do autograph signings? Hell you might as well, I mean seriously how long does it take to sign things for two people? I suspect it shouldn’t take that long! But hey then again you could relax and you said! But trust me when I say this, that is something you really don’t want to be doing, you don’t want to relax before facing me and Gerard trust me, you need to put in all the work to try and make yourself better if you want to stand a chance against us, we are not like Mark Payne, you see you can beat him easily, even I would go as far as admitting that, but me and Gerard are different, we wont let you rest in this match for a second, you will be on the back foot the whole time, we will personally make you and everyone else in this match our bitches, see if we thought you were good, you’d probably be part of Natural Selection right now, but you are not good enough for that, so don’t hold your breathe! You want to drink your beer go right ahead, but don’t get too drunk because you have a big match coming up and you better be ready for it, I don’t want to face some half assed loser! You have already made one mistake Salty, you failed to even acknowledge the fact you have this match, ok you acknowledged it but you didn’t take notice of just who you are up against, I hope your ready I really do!

I smile, I look down at the floor and back up again!

And as for Cyclone, pfft, who the hell is he? He doesn’t matter to me, I would say something about him, but he is not worth my time! So with that being said, I hope everyone is ready, because I have Naturally Selected a few people for an ass kicking, I just hope they can handle it!

I laugh to myself as the scene fades to black!


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There has been many a great man in history. Men who defy all odds. Men who are forced to climb a burning pyre. Men who upon immanent death PRAY!

I am one of these men. I like Croesus of Lydia would pray in a situation, which looks like certain death. I hope someone would answer, like in his case the Greek god Apollo -god of war and at one point the golden bow- answered his prayer with an almighty storm, which extinguished the flames, or so the story goes anyway. Although I know praying would do little use it is still good to pretend it would, but I know death smiles at us all, all a dieing man can do is smile back.

Lesser men would compare them selves to Sigmund Freud, a man who says that all men are sexually attracted there mothers, and all daughters are sexually attracted to there fathers. In my opinion you are one sick bastard to compare your self to this man. I would much prefer to connect my self with the works of the psychologist Pavlov.

Pavlov is most famous for his “Pavlov’s Dogs” experiment. In this experiment Pavlov rang a bell and fed dogs, the dogs upon smelling the food began to salivate . . . he then began to ring the bell and not give the dogs food, he realized that the dogs salivated upon hearing the bell even without the food there, so he had conditioned these dogs to salivate upon hearing a bell and not smelling food, from this became “classical conditioning”. A form of treatment for psychologically deranged people.

I compare my self not to Pavlov . . . but instead his dogs. This may seem strange . . . or foreign to you. But I have been classically conditioned, like his dogs. Even to the same sound. The sound of a ringing bell. When that bell rings. . . ding.ding.ding. At the begging of a match I begin to salivate. I begin to –uncontrollably- thirst to slam my opponent into the matt! I begin to become rabid like a dog doing anything I can to maim . . . bring down, stun, KILL my opponent!

You see . . . unlike Tyke, I have no remorse. I have no second thoughts. I slam you into the matt, wanting, anticipating, and thriving to hear your neck snap. In fact I am most disappointed when I don’t hear a snap, a sickening thud when your head slams into the matt. So unlike you Tyke I would have no second thoughts as to what I am doing is right, because every wrestler who climbs into that ring should know the risks they are taking. And I just don’t give a fuck if I break your neck and your soulless body lies on that matt. I have no remorse!!!!

I compare my self to a lot of men throughout history. One of these men are actual myth -unlike Tyke who considers him self a myth- and some part legend. The legend of Odysseus. Odysseus is first wrote about/dramatized in an ancient epic poem by Homer. Odysseus has fought in the battle for Troy. He is trying to make his way back home to his beautiful wife Penelope. But the immortal Gods wont let him. But in the end he gets home. I compare my self this magnificent feat of human bravery because no matter what the odds. No matter what hurdles. No matter who stands in my way I will over come all. In the epic poem we also see a man named Agamemnon. Upon return to his homeland Agamemnon is slain. He is slain because he is weak!

I consider a lot of men weak in this match. Highlander, Gerard Christ, Dark Shadow. The only two men I consider not weak are Salty and Tyke. Why do I consider these men weak? And Salty and Tyke strong?. . .

First I consider Dark Shadow weak because he fails to see whom his most aggressive and best opponent is! Cyclone! He goes about running his mouth on every other wrestler! Apart from me! This guy really should consider doing some research! Also his whole focus and ambition revolves around his emo bum buddy- Gerard Christ. He says that he needs help off Gerard to become big in this fed. You see I need the help of no one. I wouldn’t give two Sh*** if Salty showed up or not. I could take all four of these men. But if Salty does show up! We have no chance of losing. We are both strong, athletic men. And we both need no one to succeed in this fed.

Now I want to consider my partner more. Salty. . . three years ago, I turned my back on him. I stabbed him in the back. I left him to bleed out. And I am sorry! But you see, I done this for a reason. I had done this to build you Salty. To become more alert, more wary, a stronger person! Me and you Salty can rule this fed. Both as single wrestlers and together. You’ve grown a lot and so have I. You asked, “ is it the same Cyclone?” and the answer is . . . no! … I’m stronger and faster but more importantly I have matured. I’m no longer a rookie! I’m no longer diving into things. I can win us this match.

To my other opponents- Highlander and Gerard. I have nothing to worry about. Highlander- you are pathetic. You got slammed off none other than Tyke a person who considers him self most like a psycho . . .rather than psychologist. So if I can beat Tyke you surely are going to be a slap on the chin. And Gerard. . . I consider you no threat. You like to sit and watch candles flicker and fires die down. . . well Cyclone is a raging forest fire. . . with no intention of slowing down with no intention of dieing out into embers…. So prepare to be burned. And that’s what you get when you play with fire.

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Gerard Christ
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(Quick OOC before reading. May cause offence, i in no way condone or participate in the actions taking place)



He looks down at his watch.

Gerard: Late again, for fuck sake.

With that a tall figure takes the seat opposite him.

Gerard: You would be late for your own funeral man, get a watch.

Shadow: I had one, I left it at the arena last week.

They shake hands and sit down at there table. For those of you who don’t know, last week Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow formed an alliance at last weeks show, and they sealed the deal with the destruction of Highlander. Its an alliance the Devil himself would approve of.. Needless to say Gerard has had a lot on his mind, at least that’s what you would assume. But know despite everything that happened last week, he has seemed fixated on his victory, and the way in which he won it. But this will not do, he needs to focus, after all a man who lives in the past, can never excel in to the future. You cant blame him for being caught up in the previous weeks events. Many people say they when he was stood over Highlander, he looked empty, Soulless, and as they say, a man with no soul is just an empty vessel, a vessel for Satan himself. Many people claimed that there was a fire burning in his eyes an uncontrollable rage. As if he were indeed a man possessed. He along with claimed that Natural selection had begun, but what are they selecting, are they creating an army, or selecting those who they deem not worthy. Who knows, but one thing is for sure HCW will never be the same again.

Gerard: You want a drink?

Shadow: Sure man.

Gerard calls the waiter over.

Gerard: Ill have a beer and my friend here will have….

Shadow interrupts Gerard.

Shadow: We will have two OJ’s please.

Gerard: What the fuck man, you got to let me have a beer with my food.

Shadow: this close to our match I need you to maintain a clear frame of thought, you can drink as much as u want after, but until then its OJ for you.

Gerard: What ever man, if you say so.

He looks at the waiter.

Gerard: I guess its two Oj’s please, we will order our food in a little while.

The waiter walks away and there is a silence between the two men, until finally Gerard breaks the silence.

Gerard: I saw your little speech the other day, and I must say I was touched.

Shadow: Who by, your uncle?

Gerard: what the fuck man, you know what I mean. why do you have to stay shit like that, it aint cool.

Shadow: Whoa. Chill out dude, you know I was kidding, I know what you meant.

Gerard: yeah well, that just aint cool.

Shadow: Im glad you saw what I had to say anyway, I just hope that you wasn’t the only one who got the message.

Gerard: I think if they did get the message they ought to be running scared, I would be if you wasn’t in my corner.

The two start to laugh ad there OJ’s arrive. The waiter places the drinks on the table and leaves.

Shadow: So what abut you my friend, are you going to say anything.

Gerard: I am indeed, but that can wait I have just the plan.

Gerard calls the waiter over as the scene fades to black.

The scene reopens hours later out in the street, its very dimly lit and there is little to none traffic, Gerard and Dark Shadow are walking along when Gerard turns to Shadow.

Gerard: Follow me, I have an idea.

Shadow: Ok dude, this aint going to get us into trouble is it?

Gerard: It might do, but it will be a laugh. You do have a video camera right?

Shadow: Yeah I aaalways carry one of them around with me.

Gerard: I take that as a no. Never mind I got an idea.

Gerard picks up a brick and crosses the street, he tosses the brick though the window of an electrical store and grabs the video camera on display, then he shouts over to Dark Shadow.

Gerard: RUN MAN….. MEET ME AT THE LIBRARY.

The pair split up and run in opposite directions, leaving the store alarm going off in the background. Several minutes later Gerard arrives at the library. He spots two men lurking in the shadows dealing drugs. He approaches them.

Gerard: get the fuck out of here now.

The men stop what they are doing and start to approach Gerard.

Gerard: I surest you guys back off and get away while you can still walk.

The guys pull out knifes and start to speed up.

Gerard: This is your final warning.

Drug Dealer #1: What you going to do there’s two of us and one of you, your fucked punk, say your prayers.

Gerard: Cant say I didn’t warn you.

Gerard points to behind the dealers, they turn to look and before they know it a black aluminium baseball bat comes swinging at there heads, the first one goes down, Gerard rushes the second and knocks the knife out his hand, Shadow tosses him the bat and he cracks it over the skull of the other dealer.

Gerard: Took your time, thought id be doing this alone

Shadow: I got lost, so sue me.

Gerard looks down at the beaten dealers.

Gerard: I warned you, now we will show you why we make such a great team. Boys this is just a warm up. This will be the worst night of your lives. You see boys you may not no this, but my friend and I are professional wrestlers and last week we decided that we had had enough of all the bullshit, we decided to weed out all the weak, worthless pieces of crap, and like our opponents this week, that includes you two. So I hope you don’t mind but we are going to use you as an example to set a message, to strike fear into our opponents.

Gerard raise the bat up and is about to bring it down but shadow stops him.

Shadow: Set the camera up.

Gerard: Good point.

Gerard goes to set the camera up, meanwhile Shadow walks over to the drug dealers and goes though there pocket, he pulls out a few bags of pills and a few pre rolled joints, he goes to the other guy and pulls out a roll of money.

Shadow: cheers guys, Gerard here, lets have a little party.

Gerard: The cameras rolling dude.

Shadow hands a joint to Gerard and they light them up. They start to toke on them standing over the drug dealers.

Gerard: Boy are you guys going to regret what you said and done, I hope you have started to repent your sins, because if im honest with you I have no idea how far this will go. You see boys, we have a ERY important match this week, against 4 other guys and if im being honest with you, despite our skill we have had hardly no practice working as a team, and seeing as you guys are the scum of society no one will care. You our official test dummies.

Gerard looks at the camera.

Gerard: You see Highlander, Salty, Cyclone and Tyke. We have a lot planned in this fed, we have a lot we wish to achieve, and this starts for us at this weeks show, and as much as I respect your right to have a dream, I am taking away your chances of succeeding in them. Highlander. I hope your watching this because this is what we have in store for you.

Gerard picks up one of the guys and starts to punch him in the face he whips him over to Shadow who raises his boot and nails the guy in the face, the sound of bones breaking echo in the air as the dealer goes down hard holding his nose. Shadow picks him up and hold his arms, blood running down his face like the themes though London. Gerard charges at him with bat in hand and hit him at full force in the ribs, Shadow lets go and lets the guy fall to the ground.

Gerard: You see Highlander, word is, Is that you looking to extract some kind of revenge on us. I hope that’s a joke man, because I saw how you flopped last week on my man Shadow, then when I got there I could smell the shit in your shorts. You knew it was going to happen, and yet you didn’t try to defend your self. I asked my self why over and over again, and I decided that its because you knew that there was no point. You knew then we were too much for you, so what makes you think that you can manage now? Is it because you have Tyke Index as a tag partner because if that the case then you are in a whole heap of shit. Think about it man, he just stood by and let us kick the living shit out of you last week, didn’t even try to help, and you put your trust in him. You are fucked in the head. Or maybe my boy just hit you to hard. Come to think about it I can not say that I have seen you about. Where have you been my fellow UK citizen, though it shames me to say, Scotland is part of her majesties kingdom. Are you in hospital? Hell for all I know you could be dead, and this match could be a farce. Hell, I don’t care that’s one less piece of trash we have to worry about. You see Highlander, when I found out, when your name was read I instantly thought that to me you will be nothing but a victim, just a name I add to my ever growing list, and boy I cant wait to prove my self right.

Dark Shadow kicks the second guy.

Shadow: He was trying to escape.

Gerard, Pick him up. Shadow picks up the second guy and hits him in the ribs. He picks him up again, and sets him up for the unholy confession. He jumps up driving his face into the ground. Gerard looks at the pile and laughs.

Gerard: Don’t I get a go?

Shadow: Sorry man I got carried away.

Gerard starts to kick the guy while his down. All that can be heard is the guy screaming in agony.

Shadow: Calm down dude, we don’t want this party to finish just yet.

They both take a toke from their joints. Then look at the video camera.

Gerard: This one was for you salty. I done some research on you, you quite a tall man which makes sense considered you have a big mouth. You got off to a good start last week picking up a win and all, but lets be honest, Payne? We all know his a nothing. You can hardly count that.. I saw your little promo video and I must say it left me wanting. I mean you didn’t mention me once. I was kind of upset, but I assure you, I am mentioning you. You see I thought about it and considered the options trying to decide what you are an I came to the conclusion that you just a dick who thinks about nobody but himself, and if im being honest, if your in a tag team match that is not a good quality to posses. I don’t know why Cyclone choose you to partner with but he does and that’s his loss. You see salty as a dick, im going to rub you out and excuse the pun, leave a salty taste in your mouth.

Gerard and Shadow laugh, its clear the drugs are starting to take effect.. They each pick up one of the guys who are buy now starting to suffer. They whip them in to each other and they collapse on the ground.

Gerard: come on guys try put up a fight.

They stand the dealers up who despite the pain there in attempt to thro wa punch at Shadow and Christ who simply duck out the way. Gerard picks his guy up of the ground an looks at him.

Gerard: You bastard, you got blood on my shoe.

He lifts the guy up on to hi shoulders, and Shadow copies him Simultaneously they power bomb the guys hard onto the concrete, the guys stop moving and Gerard checks on them.

Gerard: Its cool, they aint dead, just unconscious.

They finish up their joints and Gerard looks at the cameras.

Gerard: Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone I hope you have enjoyed our little show, our true display of dominance, and I hope you realise that you have no chance in the ring with us. I have given you the opportunity to witness your demise before it has happened, I have given you the gift of future sight. I hope you choose to use it wisely. If not you may suffer the same fate as our friends here.

Gerard pus the stamps on one of the guys, sending blood spewing from his mouth.

Gerard: opps, never mind. You see cyclone, you may feel I am being more aggressive towards you, and you would be right in assuming so. Im sure your asking yourself why. Seeing as I am a nice guy I am going to indulge you. Surprisingly I watched a lot of TV this week and I saw you bad mouthing me and my tag team partner Shadow, and I must say, we were not amused. You witty anecdotes about you being a raging forest fire struggled to make me laugh, intact the only funny part about your steaming pile of shit you call a promo was the part in which you claimed you’d be able to take on all four of us. Tyke and Highlander maybe, but not myself and Dark Shadow, that was a mistake. But don’t worry your not the first person to think they have what it takes, David davenport though he could beat me, and I made him tap out, he tapped like a whore and that’s how it will be for you cyclone. I don’t know where you get your information but for you to assume I was a what. An emo, what the fucks that, it’s a type of bird is it not? Last time I checked I didn’t have wings.

Shadow whispers something in Gerard’s ear.

Gerard: Oooooh that what you think I am. Well you are grossly misinformed if you think I am one of those emos. Because I see the poetic beauty of things, and take an interest in the finer points of life im emo? If that s the case I embrace this label you have cast upon me, why would i shy away from such a thing. Im proud of who I am and what I do. How about you, for you to assume your label would insult me only suggest that you are insecure your self, and worry about how people label you? Fear not Cyclone, no one labels you, no one cares enough to pay any interest in what you do, which may I add is why my friend Shadow didn’t give you the time of day. He like many others see you as a nothing, a nobody, and after this week your going to regret saying the things you have said.

Gerard turns to Shadow.

Gerard: pick him up, its time to finish this.

They pick the guys up.

Gerard: follow my lead.

Gerard takes a run up and tosses his guy through the ground floor window of the library, who is closely followed by the guy in the hands of shadow.

Shadow: Dude, is this going to take long?

Gerard: Nope, I no what I want, go grab the camera.

Gerard walks into the library, stepping over the two bodies and shadow goes to get the camera. Minutes later Gerard returns with a book in his hands.

Gerard: point the camera at me.

Shadow does as Gerard instructed him to.

Gerard: It seems our little rampage has come to an end, shame to, I was starting to have fun, still like all good things it must come to and end. Just like the wining streak of Tyke Index. Quite a win you have there, its something you should be proud of, you have a win over one of the most prominent men in HCW, but your forgetting that win was thanks to the help of Highlander, who you have the pleasure of teaming with this week. Still im sure he will do better for you. But I didn’t break in here just to tell you that. You were after all the main reason for this little show, you’re the guy I respect the most in this match, why? Because you’re the biggest threat here. That’s why I have saved the most extreme message for you. Of all I saw this week, what you said angered me the most. You think you know who I am? What makes you think I was an outcast? I never said I was. You just an assuming asshole who thinks he knows it all. Well shock for you, you don’t. I had a very social, cultured upbringing, I was never an outcast, and I didn’t need to hear your life story. It made me sick to the stomach for you to compare your self to me, that’s why I saved this for you.

He shows the book to the camera.

Gerard; You see that Tyke, it’s a dictionary, and this book is going to symbolise everything that I will do to you. You see in this book there are many ways to get inside you head, the right combination of words can fuck with a man and drive him insane. The right words could make you want to reconsider everything you have ever done, that is why this dictionary is important. Words can hurt a lot more than throwing someone though a sheet glass window, and your words drove me crazy, your words drove me to break no less than 6 laws maybe more, who knows. Your words are the reason as to why what is going to happen must happen.

A look of pure evil spread across the face of Gerard, he looks more sadistic now than he has looked all night. Almost as if he has been consumed by a greater evil.

Gerard: Tyke, everything happens for a reason you see, and I think you chose the words you did for a reason, I think you we destined to send me over the edge, it was you all along who were destined to unlock my true potential. Its you, you key to everything, but now you have outstayed your welcome. Its time for me to finish you, time for me and Shadow to do what He and highlander could not, its time to put you down like the animal you are.

Gerard takes out a lighter and sets the dictionary on fire.

Gerard: Tyke, like this dictionary unless you know how to use them words are useless, and now that you have said what needed to be said, I don’t need your words anymore. I don’t need this dictionary anymore.

Gerard tosses the dictionary into the library and within seconds a blaze has errupted behind Gerard. With the fire burning away behind him Gerard look square into the camera,

Gerard: Play with fire tyke, and your bound to get burnt.

Shadow cuts the camera out and puts it into his pocket. He and Gerard run away from the library as the flames engulf the building and everything in it. All that can be heard Is the sound of sirens as the scene fades to black.

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