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| Tyke Index Vs Shanel White; Single Match - Semi-Main Event | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 11 2008, 07:25 PM (146 Views) | |
| HcW Management | Feb 11 2008, 07:25 PM Post #1 |
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Curtain Jerker
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Winner Enters HcW World Heavyweight Championship Match At PPV RP LIMIT 2 PER PERSON! |
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| Tyke Index | Feb 12 2008, 10:26 PM Post #2 |
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HcW World Heavyweight Champion
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I had sat for hours if not days, possibly only minutes. I wasn’t too sure, but it sure felt like something important was about to happen. A landmark occasion – something to write home about. Mark my words; this would change the direction of the HCW. My lips were a little chaffed under the light smoke, which had risen from the fresh morning air. Slowly the sun was setting in the sky, and mist was clearing. I was alone or so I thought, I was kneeling on the ground praying for redemption. Slowly I lifted my body from a crouched position to that of full body composure. I lifted my head and stared straight ahead at my future. I stared idly for hours at the miles I was yet to travel and at the side of the roads where my legacy lay. Then there were whispers of the night, chants, chants of life and death. I could feel the voices getting louder, but there were bodies to match the voices. It was strength in numbers and as I turned around I seen them. These voices had evolved into immortal figures. There was rows and rows of them, we had blocked off the street and brought rush hour traffic to a brutal stand still. They were all etched in cloaks, their faces unseen to the light. Vampire like figures, we outnumbered the rest of the world fifty to one. This was a revolution, and as I lifted my hands to the heaven my believers followed suit. We began our march of liberty along this narrow suburban street. “One man, one faith, one leader, one cult” We were the outcasts deemed unacceptable for society, we were the people. I felt impressionable with my teachings as the chants got louder and louder until all that could be heard was the sound of windows crashing and babies crying from the surrounding homes. This was the screeching of a cult never before seen. We stopped as one, and glanced around. These people didn’t have names, they were just numbers. Each one at peace with one another, but with a common goal of becoming the one thing we never were – rulers. I had been placed in the uncompromising position of leading these men, women, and creatures to what we deserved and what we were owed. This was a life changing movement, stronger than any beliefs or religion. Grown adults and small children were flocking from their homes as we passed through their city. The chants becoming our uniform, the call to arms for everyone who ever felt pushed, abused or demoralised by the strains of society. The man leading this walking circus of animals, freaks and abusers? Why, me of course. Our destination? Monday Night Hell Our mission of intent? To leave not one body standing and to spread the word of my believers beliefs Our ultimate aim? For the oppressed to become the rulers, a Marxist style revolt of epic proportions. For me Tyke Index to claim the richest prize in the industry – the HCW World Championship. A title besotted by the worlds very best, a championship, which would sky rocket, the word of our preaching and teachings. This was very much written in the stars of fate, and it was the only thing I would eat, sleep and dream of for the next week. Shanel White was just a small pawn on this deadly game of chess. Provided to me like the sacrificial lamb. The poor girl was going to hurt, and hurt badly. It wasn’t personal, it was just necessary; I don’t want to break the hopes and dreams of this young girl. I just want to show her the better light, and dictate to her what true motivation and dedication is all about. See I wasn’t in this for notoriety or to make a name for myself, people already know who I am. I have the reputation of a natural born killer, the will to kill for the cause of the better matters. I had a pilgrim to achieve, and I had laws that had to be set down. To do this I had to show our worth, and whether it was man, women, boy or girl – if you entered our road of domination then we have no option but to paralyze, demoralise, and butcher the offender. Sometimes against their own will, and sometimes against my own will, but remember. This isn’t personal, just necessary. Shanel when you stand opposite me next week, I want you to look into the corner of my eyes. I want you to stare right into them, look past the white of them and try to figure out what goes on inside my head. Can you do that? Can you place yourself in the state of mind to figure a man of my position and stature out, can you stare dead set into death without becoming mesmerised? I don’t think you can, and that’s not because you’re a bad person or a weak person. It’s simply because you don’t have that extra X, Shanel you simply don’t have that small ingredient to bridge the gap between potential and killer. Take a look at every figure standing behind me right now Shanel, go on take a good long hard stare, you see them? You see these people, well these people looked into the very same pair of eyes you will next week. You know what they saw? They saw a messiah and slowly but surely every single one of them bowed down before me. They want to be a part of this, they want to feel the same passion I feel and to do that they realised that it could only be achieved standing next to me, not opposite me. Shanel, I am being deadly serious here. You do not want to attempt to kill something you do not understand nor did you create. Shanel, I know you want to make a name for yourself in the worst way. You want to become the first ever womens world champion in this industry, and why wouldn’t you? I’m sure you would have had a great career here, one filled with ecstacy and delight. But, Shanel you need to realise something and you need to realise it very quickly. Right now is not your time, right now is everything that you fear. Do you remember the feeling you had when you were just a little girl waking up during the night sweating, the feeling of becoming trapped in your worst nightmare? The feeling that what you were encountering was actually happening, the true paranoia that without the lights on you were at your most vulnerable. Well I get that feeling every single moment I am alive, and I like it. Did you like it? Shanel you need to do some serious thinking and reflection right about now, forget about the world title, your dreams, forget about them as well. Shanel the only thing you need to do right now is put things in prospective and order of priority. If you enter the ring with me next week you aren’t simply staring into the eyes of one man, you are staring into the eyes of the prodigal son, you will be staring into the eyes of every single man, women and living thing who ever had their dreams stolen. Shanel, I only have one dream left and that is control. I am going to dominate and oppress you next week. I am going to truly maim you and it wont be my fault when HCW losses another young prospect. Don’t take it personally when you are strapped to that stretcher and you are being instructed to breathe through a pale shallow mask, because Shanel it’s only going to be part of the very nightmares you received when you were a child. This time, though – it will be a reality. I warned you Shanel, and it isn’t too late. The option is simple. Jump or be pushed… Take my choice of tongue at your peril… By now our numbers were well into four figures, the purpose and intent remaining the same. The chants so loud that it pushed the clouds further back into oblivion. This was only the start, the end was somewhere down the line but not even I knew how powerful this could be… |
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| Shanel White | Feb 17 2008, 12:52 AM Post #3 |
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The First Lady of HcW aka Car
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OOC: This is kinda a new style for me... i tried something different... its not too long but maybe its alright... ionno... hope yall like it! Green: Motion Purple: Shanel's Verbal Speech Black and Italic: Shanel's thoughts > >> >>> >>>> >>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> Shanel shakes her head and turns quickly back to the stove. The glass of orange juice slides across the counter and falls to the ground, shattering. Shanel mumbles a barley audible “shit” as she carefully walks over the broken glass, because she has no shoes on. She grabs the broom, ties her robe back closed, and quickly tries to sweep up the mess before her boo hears the commotion. Mystery Man: Shanel… what the fuck are you doin!? ...Shit… too late... “Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Nothin boo… Just dropped my glass… That’s all! Mystery Man: Your glass? Was it my good one? Damn yo ass is clumsy sometimes! Shanel sweeps up her mess and shakes her head. ...His ass could have at least asked what happened... sometimes that’s too much to ask when it comes to him. He is the epitome of the word Asshole, and he knows it. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with him... Mystery Man: Why did you drop the glass? ...That’s why.. he has his moments... its like playing Frogger... you take the risk to go across the street, knowing you could get flattened... The only difference is, I made it across safely... “Caramel Perfection” Shanel White: Nothin boo... just saw a recap of what Tyke said about me on HcW.com and it took me by surprise. I’m sick of this being underestimated shit. I’m not here to prove anything to anyone but myself... and I already know I’m perfect! Shanel waits ...No answer [Shanel sighs] Typical. All this up and down with him has got to stop. But right now I have bigger things to deal with than him. This match on Monday has been sitting real heavy on my heart. I’m not quite sure what to expect. And Tyke’s weird ass is not helping with his “Day of the Dead” gone wrong vibe. But I have no time to worry, and no time to fear because Monday is right around the corner. Tyke and his feelings towards me are irrelevant, just like his followers, and his freakish-obsession for me. In any other situation I would be worried. I’d be pacing the floor trying to figure out how I am going to talk my way out of a match this caliber... but this time? Fuck it! Too much is at stake here. Its time that I stepped up to the plate and took on an opponent that is actually going to present a problem... Its time for the perfection that is me to step up and change the game... Its time that Tyke realize that this isn’t another chance to beat someone... Its time for Tyke to see the real issue here is me and the danger I present to his “reputation” that precedes him so well. See what Tyke fails to understand is that my worse nightmare makes his little bullshit ass scare tactics seem like gum under a worn ass tennis shoe. You Tyke, are all show, smoke and mirrors, and I’m coming Monday with a gas mask and a baseball bat. [Shanel laughs out loud] When I finish, you won’t be anything more than memories in passing. The omelet Shanel was cooking starts to smoke a little bit, lurching her out of her thoughts. She quickly plates the omelet and starts mixing the ingredients for HIS. She shakes her head yet again as thoughts of him penetrate her innermost being. ...[Shanel Smiles] Penetrate... something he does SO well... maybe that is why I am in the situation I am in. I can’t stand him yet I want him around as much as possible. Fatal Attraction? Hardly. I know I can combat him... he doesn’t pose a challenge... It’s more like... opposites attract... Shanel finishes beating the ingredients for the omelet with a simple yet beautiful lightweight Wisk, and pours the skillfully beaten batter into the skillet, admiring its perfection with a smile. ...Perfectly beaten and laying so helplessly in the skillet… this is the perfect symbolic message for Tyke. [Shanel holds up the Wisk] An uncomplicated, yet abstractly complex blend of ingredients, that couldn’t stand up to the pure force of such a small, fragile object. Small, delicate, beautiful... me... Shanel’s thoughts drift off as she continues to cook the omelet. She flips it, plates it, and grabs the tray to take them upstairs. She makes it halfway up the staircase, then remembers she forgot the orange juice. She sets the tray on a stair and runs back to the refrigerator to grab the pitcher of juice. She goes into the cabinet to get some glasses, then continues her journey back up the stairs. She stops in front of the door and sighs, then pushes it open and closes it behind her... |
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| Tyke Index | Feb 17 2008, 01:46 PM Post #4 |
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HcW World Heavyweight Champion
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There were whispers circulating fast and furiously like the speed of lightning. Maybe it was true, but something in my blood told me it couldn’t be, in fact I knew it wasn’t. Simply taking one look at the demeanour and composure of Shanel White suggested that what she was claiming wasn’t entirely true. It was youth and inexperience for the most part, but then it was also a case of denial. There was an apocalyptic prime on the horizon for us, for me, and for my believers. We had sat in the side for too long, now we had to take our rightful place as the cornerstone of HCW. I could hear the pittering and pattering of rain lightly resting on my window sill. I moved towards the panes and stared into the wilderness, some figures slept outside in my garden – followers, people who needed a home, and for the first time in their lives they had one. It wasn’t conventional and to some it wasn’t normal, but I provide the unexpected. I take the curse of stereotypes in my palms and absolutely crush them. They don’t matter to me, and they don’t bother me. I looked them in the eye and they stared straight back at me, they didn’t have to be scared anymore. They had already sacrificed their mind body and soul to me, now it was in my possession to look after, it was my duty to massage their egos and keep them in place. Some can suggest that I do this out of greed; some may even suggest that I have aspirations of grandeur. Well I do, and you wouldn’t be wrong, but that is something we all have in common. The need for more – little is never enough. Satisfaction can only be achieved by taking what you want and more importantly what you need. You go to work everyday and you kiss your bosses ass, you will do anything to be associated with the norm. Why do you do that? You do it aspire to higher goals, don’t worry we all have them. It’s just some of us like taking the more extreme and radical approach. Shanel you do this because you want to be remembered, I do this because I am already a legend of the underground, the gutter phenomenon. Those voices that keep you up at night are the same ones I thrive on; fear is but more than a four letter word to some. I have nothing left to achieve in this business, I’ve beaten them all. Just ask Express, just ask Alek McTanner, Scott Free – been there bet them. They all claimed the same as you Shanel, that they were invincible and oblivious to fear, but when you forget what fear feels like then I feel obliged to reintroduce you to it. So come out tomorrow Shanel, come out and play. Bring everything you have, bring it all. C’mon, I’m begging you, because I’ll make a name out of you, and I can make your dreams come true. Rest assured Shanel, sweetheart. I’ll make your dreams come true, that’s for sure. It takes more than a baseball bat to stop this cause, it will take more than the Allied Forces, and it will take more than you to stop what is fate, and when comes around I will be waiting… Forever waiting in the dark… It was time to go. I took one more glance out the window before lowering the blinds and leaving my creatures in peace for the night. |
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| Shanel White | Feb 17 2008, 08:47 PM Post #5 |
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The First Lady of HcW aka Car
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The segment begins in a luxury apartment of the city of New York. The cameraman records every detail of the place, the black carpet, the white Leather sofa, the glass wall on one side overlooking the city, and the neatness of the quiet dream apartment. As the house is shown, the view of the rich side of the city is seen. The tall buildings, the clear blue sky, just perfect but for a day like this? Then the cameraman focuses on Linda Chadwick sitting down straight on the sofa making no gesture at all, as if she is scared that she might damage anything of value in the house. After waiting and getting the view of the house for some time, a door is heard opening and closing. After a few minutes, Shanel walks in the room. She slowly comes across the view of the cameras, and smiles at the sight of the people. She lowers her face, but after just a second she raises her head and looks directly at the camera, giving a shinning smile. As she slowly makes gestures to speak, she pulls her hair away from her face... Shanel: [She coughs softly but smiles at the end] shall I set the mood and speak instead of waiting for questions? Chadwick: well as you wish. Shanel are you ok? You seem... Shanel: yes... I’m fine just a bit worried that’s all. See just in a few hours, I might have to show what needs to come to an end. But in the last of couple of days I’ve shown only hesitation... The past few days I thought I might be winning; now I think that I’m losing... and I don’t lose. I don’t take failure... My life might be a bit messy but when I have to get something done, it gets done. And when it comes to this match on Monday... I can't lose... it’s not an option. Every time someone like Tyke mentions my name, they refer to me as a nobody, a rising new talent... yet he is afraid to admit that he can’t handle this nobody... [She stands up as she shows her anger] the question of “could she really beat me?” roams around his mind, whether he wants to admit it or not... and he’s frightened that he could lose to this nobody. Or maybe it’s as simple as the fact that this nobody can kick his ass all around the ring this Monday and become what he urges to be... Chadwick: well do you think he can lose? Shanel: Honestly, I think Tyke Index has become an ignorant scum. He believes that this is just "part of the plan... The revolution..." As if it all depends on who can win... or who can lose? Only two choices... only two ways... Well since he has made this about him, I’ll just play along to win. I do know how to handle his bullshit, and I do know he will lose. He’ll lose in the way he least expects it. [After saying this she sits back down and leans forward. You can see the wheels turning in her head.] See it’s really nothing, it’s just the simple fact that you spoke so lowly of me, and now you will be beaten by me for it. Invincible, I never claimed to be, just mentally stronger than any of these other weak minded people who are affected by your bullshit. [She sighs and sits back] And to think Tyke, I was bit frightened of what you could do. But see, I find myself wondering why you are who you are? Why you are so obsessed to have what doesn’t want you? If your dream of this revolution wanted you, why did it take you all this time to get it? [She Smiles] I also wonder why you say the things you say. Can it be that you just can’t forget your failure, so you talk big shit to compensate for what you lack? And now we are here, and you have decided to make a name for ME? You have decided that you are going to beat me? [She chuckles] That would have scared some of these other bitch dudes and females walking around here, but not me. You have honestly chosen the wrong one. So if I could help poor Tyke, I would do one thing: warn him. Tyke, I want you to be well aware of what you will lose, and take notice to the fact that your little revolution will fail, just like you will on Monday. Linda looks a little surprised at the words that are coming out of Shanel’s mouth. This doesn’t sound like the Shanel we are used to. Shanel: Linda, why the look of surprise? [She leans forward] Are you surprised to hear me speak so bluntly and tell the truth? See I’m just sick of little bitches like Tyke trying to say that they are better, when they have never stepped in the right with me. Who you have fought in the past is your past. I’m your future, those other people aren't me, nor will they ever be. Your hype is nice to hear, but it’s absolutely irrelevant when it comes to me. However cruel and bad... however powerful and hardcore you would like to think you are, or have proved yourself to be, I am exactly that. What you pretend to be, you’re not. You talk about making others suffer? It's finally time you get what you deserve. Come tomorrow, you will experience humiliation. The one humiliation you have never suffered in your career, and don’t be surprised that I will be the one to do it! With a smile, Shanel gets off of the couch, ending the promo, and the last time that HcW fans will see her before the match. As she walks away, the camera turns back to the window, and zooms in to the beautiful sunset. The sun sets on the day of words, and will rise on the day of action, and Monday Night hell will be the place... |
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