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Shawn Stevens Vs Jarrell Howard; Singles Match
Topic Started: Feb 11 2008, 07:22 PM (106 Views)
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Motherfucker! So that was how it was going to be... Dark Shadow and Gerard Christ. To this point, Jarrell wouldn't be scared to give them a piece of his mind. At first, he had half a mind to take Gerard's invitation to join Natural Selection, and together dominate the whole of HcW, but it looks like, now that Natural Selection have made themselves clear on who their target, and the start of their domination is going to be at, Jarrell himself didn't have to care about Natural Selection anymore. Embarrassing Jarrell in front of a sold-out house of Hell, where everybody was anticipating for Jarrell to come out and win the Street Brawl. Although a Fatal Fourway have never been his favorite kind of match, but being on the streets, with all the available weapons, and the enviroment, it was something that he had just longed for. Instead, before Jarrell can even get a handful of Gabriel Ohio, Dark Shadow and Gerard Christ have already came in, and destroyed Jarrell's chances at winning the match. That was a bunch of bullshit. And Natural Selection would be out of their mind, if they didn't think that Jarrell would retaliate in some way. But, this was how it was going to be, Jarrell was going into his next match. He wasn't worried about Natural Selection, he had been albe take a beating since he was a child. When it came down to the streets, it wasn't about who had better wrestling skills, or who was stronger, the man that can take a beating will always win. That was the truth, Jarrell had grew up on the streets, daily he had to encounter "gangsters" who were just seaking someone for a beating. From day one, he had been beaten down to the floor, until the age of 17 when he started to be able to stand up for himself, and retalliate. Compared to his tormented 15-year hell, Natural Selection was nothing.

HcW, he wasn't here to make friends, hell, that was the last thing he was thinking of when he signed the contract. He debuted by taking out two wrestlers, and the very next week he took out another two. No doubt, Jarrell had a vicious streak, and even though Natural Selection proved to be a huge force by attacking Gabriel Ohio and Jarrell Howard, if it came down to count, Jarrell had taken out more people than Natural Selection have. Unlike Natural Selection, Jarrell didn't do it for bragging rights, or just to prove how dominant he is. He did it to show the world that tough-guy, veteran wrestlers, are all the same when they get a huge beat-down, and it was all reality that the Golden Boy can not only talk the talk, but he can also walk the walk. Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow really wasn't thinking when they attacked Jarrell Howard. The Golden Boy has a damn good memory, and it never mattered to him when he was avenged, as long as he gets his revenge. Natural Selection have not seen the last of Jarrell Howard, and they never will. Jarrell Howard is not someone that will let something go, even if he is greatly out numbered, he will find a way to get his revenge. That was what made him so dangerous, and even back to the times when he was in Highschool, he was known as someone you wouldn't easily mess with. Well built reputation all because of a single incident that happened to him when he was 13. That year, he got jumped by a few of the neighborhood boys. Two years later, two of those who jumped Jarrell was hospitalized, ran down by cars. Was it Jarrell? No one knew, but Jarrell was the one that always claimed their hospitalization will be by a car.

Jarrell have heard about what Gabriel Ohio had to say about him, he didn't care. Gabriel Ohio wasn't the one that came out of the match standing, well, neither of them did. This week was supposed to be a rematch between Gabriel Ohio and Jarrell Howard, but someone "apparently" sustained an injury, and couldn't make it this week. No matter how bad that excuse was, the reason for that excuse was of course, because Gabriel Ohio was either scared of Jarrell or Natural Selection. Pitiful, the man who claims to be true-living legend sits out on the sidelines, because Natural Selection came out and destroyed him. Jarrell was also part of the assault, they were both equally hurt, but Gabriel was the one who sat out of the rematch because of "injury". No matter it was true or not, Jarrell still had a few hurting bones, but it had already proven who the winner of the Street Brawl would have been. After only a little bit of beating, Gabriel Ohio was sent out of action, if that Street Brawl would have continued, Gabriel Ohio would eventually take too much pain, and completely break down, where as Jarrell Howard can take more pain than anyone else in HcW could. It was pretty clear, and pretty sure that if Natural Selection didn't make a surprise appearance, the winner of that match would have been Jarrell. Like he had said many times before, it was time for the Golden Era, and he wasn't going to let anybody, not Natural Selection, nor Gabriel Ohio, or even Lance Mikes stop his dynasty. This was his time, and nobody was going to stand in his way. It's promised that one day, HcW will be under the foot of Jarrell Howard.

Who was this Shawn Stevens guy? Some star-struck wrestler who think that the Golden Boy was going to lower his status to come to. Nothing much is known about Shawn Stevens which could be his only advantage coming into this match. But it was sure that for both Shawn Stevens and Jarrell Howard, this was going to be a fun match. Jarrell wanted to start his Golden Streak last week, but he didn't get the chance to, this week he was going to try even harder to keep up to his own goals. It didn't matter if Shawn Stevens was a rookie like himself, or if he was a veteran that won countless championships, when he enters the ring with Jarrell, it would be Day One for him. Jarrell didn't like people pin-pointing who would win just because of the fact that they have accomplished more in their career. Jarrell was something else, nothing that could be compared to any other wrestler in this company. Although there are a few who have earned his respect, after showing off quite an amount of talent and skills. People like, Tyke Index who is going to be in the running for the HcW Heavyweight Championship, and Shanel White who have already encountered Jarrell many times before, who also performed amazingly the few weeks before. For now, Jarrell was going to put his Championship dreams aside, and pursue his Golden Streak. 20 years from now, when people talk about Jarrell Howard, Jarrell wants everybody to know about the Golden Streak that he was about to start. That would be a good way to Jump-start his career, and that was all there is to it. Jarrell Howard, and the Golden Streak... All the makings of the Golden Boy's Legacy.


The scene starts with Jarrell Howard looking into a TV, relaxing in his arm chair, with the remote control in his hand. His look was intense, almost scary. The camera pans to the back of Jarrell to see what he was watching. He was watching the recap of HcW Monday Night Hell. For Jarrell, it was definitely hell to have Natural Selection come out of nowhere and destroy his start of the Golden Streak. With a frown on his face, he watched as Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow slammed him into the car, and Gabriel's body crash into the window shield. He shook his head, he did not like it one bit, there was no way he was going to let something like that slip by easily. Natural Selection was going to keep on terrorizing the HcW roster, and there was not much Jarrell could do singlehandedly, but right now he have not found anyone in HcW that could be looking the same way as he is. However, watching himself being tore part to part by Gerard and Dark Shadow, he couldn't help but grasp his hand, cliching a hard fist, with a rageful glare at the Television. Monday Night was good for Jarrell, he had took out two people himself, the likes of Matt Despono and Alex Zundel, and it didn't take much problem too. It was quite an easy attempt to put Matt and Alex out of action for the match, but that was what Jarrell decided to do. He wanted people to know of the Golden Boy's presence, and wanted the Golden Boy Era. He didn't care if he had to use a steel chair, a taser, or even a gun to prove his point. The Golden Boy will not rest until he is one of the biggest prospects of HcW. Not one of the wrestlers on the roster could keep him from that goal. Natural Selection was simply a prologue.

Rewinding again, Jarrell sat on his arm chair, sipping on his cup of coffee. He had never really gave coffee a chance, but this time he was trying to focus. With his bandana tightened aroudn his forehead, he skimmed the smooth fabric of the headwear, looking at the television. The camera zoomed in to him, as he took another big sip from the cup. Curling both his hands at the warmth of the sleeve, he sighed, still glaring at the TV screen.

I can't believe this shit...

Jarrell turned around, looking at the camera. His face still stiffened from the fact that he got terminated by Natural Selection, so easily. Of course, the two did catch him off guard, but that was no excuse to lie down, and say that it wasn't his fault. Natural Selection was the last thing that Jarrell would think of coming down and interrupting in his match. Course, he didn't think anyone would, but I guess he had been proven wrong.

Natural Selection... You know what it's like? You know what it's like to have people shitting on you, ever since the day you were born? You know what it's like to have people think you're nothing but trash, ever since the day you were born? Do you know what it's like to have parents who never gave shit about you, and ran out on your family? Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow... You don't know what the fuck I've been through, alright? The two of you, do not know the shit I have to put up with everyday. Everyday, when I wake up from my bed, I ask myself... Why is it me? Why does everything seem to coup the wrong way with me. I've made it up here by myself, and I'm not going to let anything go wrong with the start of the Golden Era, and my own personal Golden Streak, aight? If you two want a piece of Jarrell Howard, I'm standing right here... You don't have to attack me from the back when I'm focusing on Gabriel. You two can simply holla me down in the ring, and tell me exactly what you want, if you want a piece of me. I'll give it to you... What is the difference between you guys, and street hoodlums. I can say to you that, I've been jumped many times in my life, and to me what y'all did to me, was nothing compared to what I've been through over the years. But, whatever is taken away from me, I will get back. You guys took my pride, and I intend on getting it back, with twice the price. This is not a challenge to y'all... More like a warning... A warning that the Golden Boy is on the Radar, and y'all will finish off the charts, once I'm done with y'all. Natural Selection, I'm not gonna say much, I'm a pretty average man, but I'll be damned if I let y'all do me savage again. Y'all know what I'm talking bout?

It was the truth, Jarrell Howard have been through so much that it would simply be scary if it was all documented. Life have been tough for a child like Jarrell, growing up in the slums of Detroit, it was no ordinary childhood. He didn't expect them to understand it, but he wanted them to know that Jarrell Howard won't be beat down, and be done with.

And and.. Gabriel Ohio? This guy's scared shitless to the point that he got "injured" and had to sit out of action. That is just straight up disgraceful. We both went through the same hell, he got injured, and I only have some aching. Come on, Ohio, no one is that weak. I mean, I heard what you had to say about me... Of course, you don't know me well enough to judge me, but your efforts to sit out this week is just pathetic. But you know what? I'll let you slip this time, because I'm more interested in this Shawn Stevens character that had subbed you out of this weeks match. Although it is quite a shame that I don't get to really beat you down this week, but I'll wait a few more weeks. Besides, Shawn Stevens might be a bigger challenge to me. Not that I'm going to be challenged anyways.

Jarrell wasn't full of himself, he was just confident of his own abilities. He did singlehandedly take out Matt Despono and Alex Zundel, and the week before he singlehandedly took out Chris Caliber and Seamus Kelly. They have all fallen off the charts, and there was no way they could ever be redeemed once Jarrell went through with them. Chris Caliber no longer showed his face on television. Matt Despono and Alex Zundel disappeared after their humiliating defeat. It was what Jarrell took exceptional pride in.

Shawn Stevens.. I got nothing much against you, son. But if you think you're going to make a successful debut, I'm so sorry to have to deliver the bad news to you with my fists. I don't mind you thinking that you have the ability to defeat me, but the truth is, I don't think you're going to last more than five minutes in the ring with me. Not to be arrogant or anything, but there is a reason that I'm called the Golden Boy, and if you can't dig that, I'm sorry to have to send you back home cryin' your eyes out. You see, I'm the Poster Child of HcW, and I'm gonna tell you that there is no way your going to be the one walking out of that ring with your hands raised. You do have all the advantage against me, I've never seen you wrestle, and I have never seen what you are capable of. Which in my case, you know what skills I possess, and you know it will be the end of your night when I get a chance with a steel chair in my hand. I've heard that you're a pretty big talker, I don't mind, if you can come out and prove that you're worth what you think you are, then I have no problem with you talking shit bout me. But don't think for one moment, that I will let it loose easy on you. You're just unlucky to have me on a grumpy week. As you should know, the Golden Boy have been attacked by Natural Selection, which of course, is really pissin me off. I'll show you why the name of this show is called Hell. I will show you why the name of this federation is called Hardcore Championship Wrestling. And come Monday Night Hell, I'm going to make sure when I knock you down, you stay the fuck down. Ya 'eard me?

This was fun.. Jarrell was going to have a chance to start his Golden Streak. Against the likes of Shawn Stevens. Jarrell didn't know much about Shawn, but that was what made him so excited. It was always good to have fresh new faces to destroy, and it would really do him good after the Natural Selection incident. It was of no influence to him, he had important tasks to attend to. One of which is to slaughter the rest of those wrestlers who think they can amount to something, another one is to make sure that Shawn Stevens knows his place after Monday Night... HcW was a new way of his life, and believe it, he is having fun.
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Viva Last Vegas, baby. Any of you that's ever been there know that just about the only thing that gets you thrown in jail is stealing from a casino. Actually, I think that usually gets you a "dirt nap" in the desert.

They still do those, right?

Anyways, imagine our surprise as we open to the Vegas Sheriff's Office jailhouse. Like I said, it takes quite a feat to get thrown in jail in Vegas; they'd just assume you pump your money into the casinos and bars as put you in jail for some ridiculous offense. Lucky for us, our hero has just that ability to be over-the-top ridiculous.


Man #1: Can I ask what he did?

Officer: He claims it was just "one last night of debauchery with the fellas".

Man #1: We don't have any record of him having plans to get married...

Officer: Well, that's the thing. None of the "fellas" have any idea who he is.

He just laughed. From what he had heard, this was about par for the course with this one.

Man #1: Are you sure you're okay releasing him to me?

Officer: If not you, we'd have had to wait until his shrink got here; and quite frankly, I don't know how much longer we could have taken him here.

The officer looked genuinely annoyed with the whole situation.

Man #1: What do you mean?

Officer: He already broke the noses of two of my best men, and the arm of another.

Man #1: Jesus...why?

Officer: We were just trying to give him some food; guess he really doesn't like pork chops - something about his bear being a Vegan.

The man in the business suit with the periwinkle blue power tie, the brown alligator-skin briefcase, the matching loafers, and silver-rimmed spectacles just raised an eyebrow. He's heard stories of the bear, and thought it best not to put much more thought into it.

Man #1: And then?

Officer: Well, about twenty minutes after we pulled the injured men out of the cell, he started whistling the Andy Griffith theme song. You know the one...

For some reason, he felt the need to demonstrate the song, like maybe someone DIDN'T know the tune.

Man #1: Yes...I know the song. So, what's the problem?

Officer: Well, while the song IS catchy, it's a little-damn-annoying after about thirty continuous minutes of it.

Man #1: So...?

Officer: So...we got tired of that shit; figured we'd lock Charlie up in there with him. Thought that would shut him right up.

Man #1: Who's Charlie?

Officer: Charlie's the town drunk-

Man #1: There's a town drunk in Vegas? Wow.

Officer: Yeah. Well, in most cases, that's no big deal, but Charlie's no small man. Even better, he's got a pretty short fuse once he gets a few in him.

Man #1: So...what happened?

Officer: Well, we locked Charlie up in there with him, and left them alone for a bit. When we came back, Charlie had a bloody nose, and was sitting right there beside him....whistling.

It's all he could do to hold back the laughter at the officer's story. Again, this was pretty much how stories of this guy always went. Guess he better get down to business.

Man #1: Okay then...let's go get him.

Officer: My pleasure...just sign in here.

He handed the suited man a pen, and then watched as he signed Tyler Rosenthal. As he set the pen down, the officer grabbed keys from behind the large oak desk, and motioned for the Mr. Rosenthal to follow him back towards the cells.

As they walked down the row of cells, he could hear the whistling start to get louder. With each step, he began to agree with the officer about the classic television show's theme: it WAS quite annoying on a consistent loop.

When they finally reached his cage, the two men peered through the bars. Sure enough, there sat Shawn and Charlie, whistling. The officer was more than happy to interject.


Officer: Mr. Stevens, your bail has been posted. Get out.

Shawn Stevens: Now that doesn't seem like any way to speak to a guest, Officer Anderson. I don't think I'm leaving until you're nicer.

If this were a cartoon, smoke would have just shot out of the officer's ears. Instead, he just gritted his teeth, and re-worded his..."request".

Officer: Mr. Stevens...your bail...has been posted......You....are free to go.

Shawn Stevens: Oh, for joy. Now, was that so hard?

He stood up, dusted himself off, and placed a hand on Charlie's back.

Shawn Stevens: Charlie, it was a pleasure...you keep fighting the good fight, my man. I'm out of this icebox.

Charlie merely responded with a semi-audible grunt; assumed to mean "you too".

Shawn Stevens: Don't assume; you know what happens when you assume.

Officer: What?

Shawn Stevens: Not you...

...he was actually talking to me. Right, let me explain that a bit.

In this wonderful world, lots of people have narrators that notate the occurrences of their everyday life. Well, somewhere along the line, Shawn freaked out, and now hears - and talks to - his. So, if he seems a bit crazy for talking to himself, remember: he's not ACTUALLY talking to himself - he's talking to me. Problem is, no one else can hear me but you folks...which means he might as well be talking to himself.

Which doesn't exactly make him sane either. But he's not crazy.

Well, mostly he's not crazy.


Shawn Stevens: Are you about done telling everyone my problems?

Are you about done being crazy?

Shawn Stevens: One of these days...

Officer: Who ARE you talking to...?

Shawn Stevens: NOT. YOU. I thought I was getting out of here. I'm assuming Doctor Manko is here...?

That was when Tyler stepped around the corner, and stared Shawn right in the face.

Mr. Rosenthal: No Shawn, not this time. My employer has taken a special interest in your freedom...and that is why I'm here. You're going to come with me, or I'm going to leave you in here to rot.

Shawn Stevens: Nice try...but if you don't get me out, Doctor Manko will. State law says I have to released within twenty-four hours to him because I'm..."a hazard to myself and others".

He actually did the little quotation marks with his fingers there. How very 1993.

Shawn Stevens: Shut it.

Mr. Rosenthal: Excuse me?

Shawn Stevens: Again...not you. Fine, I'll go with you...but only because Winkie is tired of this place.

Mr. Rosenthal: Who?

Shawn then held up the small stuffed bear he had been holding in his left hand during their conversation. Amongst all the other commotion, it - he, rather - had obviously gone un-noticed.

Shawn Stevens: Winkie.

Ahhhh....the bear's name was Winkie. Tyler had always heard about the bear, but never had a name put to it. The name might have made the situation even a little weirder - if that was possible at this point.

Officer: Don't look at me, I don't know. We tried to take it from him when he was brought in, but that cost me two more of my deputies.

Tyler just shook his head. Stevens was obviously pretty serious about the matte; best not to question it for the time being.

Shawn Stevens: Can we go now?

Mr. Rosenthal: By all means...let's.

Officer Anderson needed to hear no more. As the last word rolled off Tyler's tongue, he was unlocking the cage, and motioning for the two to follow him towards the front.

Mr. Rosenthal: Just one thing, Mr. Stevens. Your release to my supervision requires one thing...

Shawn Stevens: There's always a stipulation, isn't there?

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V/O: There's always a stipulation, isn't there? Doctor Manko doesn't show, and instead I get this Tyler fellow. With the agreeance of my release, I've been mandated to appear for some...HcW. Excuse me while I attempt to hold back my joy.

This room you're seeing...wait...

Fade in.

...this room you're seeing is one Shawn visits pretty often. It's his white room - named such because it's all white, except him, a stool, and the obligatory cameraman. It's in the basement of his Jacksonville, Florida home, right beside the game room. He does his best - or worst, depending on which end of it you're on - work here. You'll see.


Shawn Stevens: And with my appearance? A debut match against...um, name please.

The cameraman whispered him the name "Jarrell", but was cut off before he could say a last name.

Shawn's eyes got huge, and his jaw hung open. Recomposing himself, he questioned the cameraman again.

The repeat of the reply got the same reaction - again cut off before any last name could be muttered.


Shawn Stevens: Kal-El? My first match in this "HcW"...

He's still using his fingers to make quotation marks in the air. Rad.

Shawn Stevens: ...is against frickin' Superman?!? How did they even sign him to a contract? Is business in Metropolis that slow? Couldn't he have gone to Gotham to help out Batman? Why HcW? Why me?

His shoulders shrugged as he thought. This looked to be a rather bleak situation for him.

Shawn Stevens: Furthermore, where the hell am I supposed to get kryptonite at this time of night?

It was about 1pm, but he hadn't been to sleep since Vegas - so you understand the confusion.

Shawn Stevens: How am I supposed to contend with freeze breath, laser eyes, super strength, and the flying? Oh, the flying - that could be a real problem. Where's Lex Luthor when you need him?

About that time, the cameraman got tired of the babbling, and interjected with Jarrell Howard's name.

Shawn Stevens: Who?

Something about Howard being a fellow "HcW rookie" was the cameraman's reply.

Shawn Stevens: Oh, he's just another wrestler? How boring. Anything else I should know about this Superman impersonator?

He replied with a simple shrug of the shoulders this time.

Shawn Stevens: Y'know...you could make yourself useful, and start finding me some info on my opponents.

That's a little harsh, don't ya think? The guy's a cameraman...he IS doing his job.

Shawn Stevens: I was talking to you.

We've been through this. My job is to narrate - I'm the narrator. You want to scout your opponents: write it into my contract, and SHOW ME THE MONEY!

Shawn Stevens: Contract? Money? You're a voice in my head!

Exactly! Which means if I knew anything about your opponent, you'd already know it! And who's to say YOU'RE not a voice in MY head?!?

Shawn Stevens: That's easy...I have arms. Do you have arms? Or legs? Or a face?

Well no, but...

Shawn Stevens: THAT'S RIGHT!

Um, Shawn....?

Shawn Stevens: Yeah?

Your cameraman's a bit weirded out. Let's say we wrap this up.

Shawn Stevens: Gotcha. So, someone saw fit to bring me here for a reason...

...though he's not sure who, or why...

Shawn Stevens: ...and I'm not the type to disappoint. Winkie and I will be at...whatever the Hell the name of this show is; and we'll be out for blood. Hope you've got plenty to lose-

It was then that the cameraman interjected - explaining how Howard seemed to be preoccupied by some attack against him from last week, and the people involved.

Shawn Stevens: Preoccupied, huh? That's a shame; it means he won't even see me coming. If that's the case, he's got less of a chance than walking out a winner than most usually don't. Howard, you stay focused on those in your past, and you'll be highly disappointed when your near future involves staring up at the lights from your back as I walk out a winner. I'm not to be taken lightly just because you don't who I am, and it's looking like I'm going to have to serve you - and the rest of HcW - notice of that at...what's the name of this show anyways?

"Monday Night Hell" was, of course, the answer he received from behind the camera.

Shawn Stevens: Clever. You're quick with the responses tonight, Mr. Cameraman; I might have to keep you around.

Camerman: The name's Kyle.

The look on Shawn's face, for those of you that don't know him well enough yet, is he "why the hell did he just tell me his name?" face.

Shawn Stevens: Of course it is. So Jarrell, here's my face. My name's Shawn Stevens. I'm the man that will be inflicting mass amounts of bodily harm on you Monday night, and then walking out a winner after getting my hand raised. And this...

He held the small, brown bear with the rubbed-off nose, beady eyes, and little pinstriped suit on, up for the camera.

Shawn Stevens: ...this is Winkie. He'll be the one laughing at you when you lose. I tend not to do that kind of thing - it's kind of rude. I've tried to tell him that, but he refuses to listen. Plus, he's my manager - what am I supposed to, argue with him?

He let his arm relax, Winkie disappearing from the camera's gaze.

Shawn Stevens: Sleep well, Mr. Howard - tomorrow you get your comeuppance at the hands of one Shawn Stevens. Ya 'eard me?

Wait, I thought you didn't know anything about him...?

Shawn Stevens: I might have fibbed a little.

A coy grin shot across his face. It was one HcW would come to know - and hate - in the coming weeks. He was confident and capable, a deadly combination.

Something Jarrell Howard would soon find out the hard way.
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