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Echo Rayne vs Hells Guardian; Singles Match
Topic Started: Mar 17 2008, 07:28 PM (106 Views)
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~* Lost Hope... *~

Hell’s Guardian stands in the ring in disbelief. The referee confirms to him that he has lost the triple threat match against The Gladiator and Luther Black. Luther’s Music is playing over the PA system. Hell’s Guardian turns around with hands on hips. He looks at the fans. They look at him with a mixture of disappointment and hate. One fan manages to get a lucky strike to Hell’s Guardian’s face with a soft drink. Hell’s Guardian turns and looks one more time at the fans, as they boo and shout for him to just leave, has-been, and much, much worse. The man who once used to use this as his own playground, has now begun nothing more than a plaything. A dejected Hell’s Guardian makes his way to the back, through the curtain. Even the members of staff look at him and shake their heads. Obviously Hell’s Guardian has not lived up to the hype.

He wanders by, and finds his gym bag no longer in his locker room. He reaches down and picks it up. Tossing it onto his shoulder, he lowers his head and wanders towards the exit. A passing glance at the offices of Mr Greeny and Lance Mikes, He opens the fire exit and vacates the premises, the snow flowing down from the heavens, landing on his face. He barely notices. The crimson white of the snow as it lays on the ground is a beautiful sight. The sounds of laughter fills the ears as children are out playing. Their plans being put into action, plans to build the biggest snowman. Be the talk of the town.

Hell’s Guardian hears the voice of a small child. Shouting his name.

“Hell’s Guardian!”

It is one of the children that was making the snowman, and she is running up to him. In her hand is a book and a black pen.

“I saw you on T.V. HcW. Your my favourite. Can I have your autograph?”

....

....

Hell’s Guardian stares. This is unusual to him. He is not normally approached for autographs. Is this some kind of joke? He takes the pen off the child, and then the book. Inside the book is an album dedicated to him. Pictures. Quotes. History. It is all there. Hell’s Guardian looks at the child. She is clearly way too young to know all this. She seems to guess what he is thinking.

“It belonged to my father. You were his favourite wrestler. And you are mine too. I saw you lose your match last week and tonight. I turned off the sow when you lost tonight. Just wanted you to know, I still believe in you.”

With that said, the girl wraps herself around his leg. Hell’s Guardian looks confused. He signs the bio page and gives the girl the book. He then gives her a little cuddle and a smile. She smiles back then runs back to her friends.

~* The Flashback in a Dream... *~

Hell’s Guardian arrives at his hotel room. The Receptionist smirks at him and makes a nasty remark about his recent win loss record in HcW. Ignored by Hell’s Guardian, he goes back to his duties. Hell’s Guardian reaches into his pocket and pulls out the hotel room key. Opening the door, he then enters the room, ducking down to make sure he doesn’t head butt the door frame. The room is basic, containing the typical cheap worn out bed and covers, the bathroom looks like it hasn’t had the pleasure of a clean with Domestos or indeed any other half decent bleach.

....

Hell’s Guardian doesn’t notice, or he doesn’t care. He lies on the bed. Slowly sleep begins to take control of him. His mind eventually, powerless to resist, drifts off into a deep sleep....

The boy cried. The screams of a woman and the shouting of a man echo. The boy is screaming and crying. The woman is pinned against the wall. The man is punching her in the face. Blood is pouring from her mouth. The man does not stop.

“How does your mother look now eh boy?!!!”

The man shouts at the boy and gets in his face. The boy’s mother lands at the feet of the boy. The boy breaks free of the man. He turns to run, he is standing at the top of the stairs, he goes to turn around and when he does, the man gives him and evil grin and kicks him. The stairs rush up to meet him. With each bounce the man’s laughter echoes in the background. Finally the boy hits the bottom and rolls into a nearby wall. With a blurred glance back up to the top of the stairs, he sees just enough as he sees the man looking at his mother, now motionless, being held up against the wall, as the man slowly pulls down the zip of his trousers.....

“This is bad. Patient has a fractured skull. Possible brain damage. Head trauma is very severe.”

The doctors surround the boy, who is lying on a stretcher. The hospital odour fills the nasal passages and the light of the doctor’s torch is in the boy’s eye. The eye doesn’t respond. The head of the boy falls to the side. His mother is in an adjacent bed. The boy is lifted onto the bed next to her.

“The child’s mother is in a coma. We are not sure if she will come out of it...the boy has a better chance of survival.”

The hospital is empty. The boy is sitting up. His mother lies in the bed next to him still. She appears peaceful. The boy opens his mouth, shouting ‘mommy’. No sound escapes his mouth. The windows are open nearby, the gentle breeze disturbs his mother’s hair. Again an attempted shout. No sound.

“She is no longer with us.”

The boy turns and entering the room is a beautiful, pale girl. She has a short black dress, a tight fitting black tank top. Her hair is black also and the wind blows it around. She has black lipstick and black eye shadow. Her eyes. Those eyes. The eyes that are nothing more than black pools of despair.

“It is such a shame that her life ended so prematurely. Taken from her. I know who you are Gabriel. She is at peace now. Don’t worry. I will look after her. What about you Gabriel? You poor child. I know you saw what happened to her. You saw who did it didn’t you? Yes I thought so. Your pain is great isn’t it Gabriel? I know it hurts. It hurts a lot. At least your mother is free from that. She didn’t deserve to die. The pain she suffered that night. I felt it. That is why I came. You witnessed her torment, but were powerless to do anything. Poor boy. So young. So innocent. So pure. You could avenge her. I can help you achieve that.”

The boy stares at this girl in disbelief. Was he dreaming? Proberly. His poor mother! So cruelly taken away from him. Why? Why did this have to happen to me?

“Would you like to inflict your revenge on the man who did this? The man who walks around free without any remorse for what he did? Look at her!”

His mother no longer looked peaceful. His mother is lying on the bed, covered in blood, badly bruised. The doctors are shouting around her.

“Clear!!”

The sound of volts pumping through his mother fill the air. He screams but once again no sound comes out of his mouth. Tears roll down his face. The Dark woman comes over and sits on the bed next to him.

“Let us do this together. Take my hand Gabriel, and let us set your mother free from her torment.”

She holds out her hand, the boy, Gabriel, takes it. The room is slowly swallowed by a darkness that spreads slowly along the walls and floor....

“After studying the evidence that has been given over the course of this trial. I have made a very difficult decision. And due to the lack of any conclusive evidence I hear by find the defendant NOT GUILTY!!!

The voice of the judge hit the young man like a knife through the heart. So long he had waited for justice. So long he had waited for he day his mother could rest in peace. The defendant turned and grinned. That grin! The grin he remembered from so long ago!!! The grin of the man who ended his mother’s life and caused so much pain to his! And this judge lets him go free?

The lawyer of the man turns to the court as the judges hammer strikes.

“My client would like to say that he hopes that the true culprit is found and brought to justice. And he will also more than willingly sign any autographs for those who wish to have it outside the building."

As they leave he is swamped by the Paparazzi as they are eager to get that priceless photo and interview. Gabriel makes his way through the swarm of reporters and gets outside, where he notices the big poster advertising the big wrestling contest. And staring back at him, from the poster, the man who killed his mother, and the man who would be headlining one of the biggest wrestling events of all. Gabriel stares with hatred.

The organisation’s name? Hardcore Championship Wrestling. A shadow over casts him. He looks and notices the dark girl from long ago, her leather jacket flying around in the wind. She blows him a kiss and her whisper fills his ears.

“It is time....”

~* Back to Reality ... *~

Hell’s Guardian jolts up out of the bed. A Passing truck pressing its horn echoes around. Hell’s Guardian reaches up and wipes his face. Sweat drips from his hand. A Tear rolls down his face. With a snort he gets out of bed and the sound of a mobile phone echoes. He reaches into his gym bag and pulls out his phone. The symbol of a text message in the inbox is flashing on the screen. He opens it.

‘Looks like you fucked up again. Your fighting Echo Rayne next so you better get your game head on’

He closes his phone and tosses it back into his bag. The dark woman’s voice echoing in his mind. It is time. It is time. Maybe he is tired of searching. Maybe this will never be over. The never ending search. Maybe it is time to let it all go. Get focused man! You got a good career going for you. You got a stage to perform on every week. Maybe you joined up for the wrong reasons. Maybe you came a wrestler on the off chance you will meet this man again. The man who killed your mother and who caused so much pain. Admit it, regardless of what happens in that ring. You love what you do. You love to wrestle!

The thoughts of the girl from earlier entered his mind. The smile on her face. Her happiness. If he can make one fan so happy then it is worth continuing. It is worth fighting in the squared circle. It is worth it, if not just for that one child. I will go on. If I cross paths with that monster on the way, so be it. Until that day. It is time to entertain...

Hell’s Guardian gets out of bed. Leaving the hotel room he walks down with new conviction, new purpose and a renewed desire. He opens his car door, and settles down for the long drive. He starts the engine and gives it a rev, then drives off through the snow covered streets. His destination? The next HcW event. Such is his determination that he does not notice the girl, dressed in black skirt and black tank top, semi covered by the waving black leather jacket, watching him leave....

~* The Rebirth: Take Two... *~

The Drive is long and the conditions are no better as Hell’s Guardian arrives at his destination. He pulls up at a set of traffic lights. He looks up at the advertising boards and they all say the same thing. Monday Night Hell. Live on Monday.

No shit, Hell’s Guardian thought to himself. How original. Monday Night Hell. Live on Monday. He laughs at the simplicity of the sign. The lights turn green and he drives into the Arena car park. There are lots of cameramen and reporters eager to catch a scoop. He parks in a public bay, rather than the back, private parking area. The reporters notice him. They all run up to him as he is getting out of his car.

“Hell’s Guardian! Hell’s Guardian! A Few words”

Seeing this as an opportunity to set the record straight, he turns and awaits his questions.

“Mr Guardian, you have not exactly set HcW on fire since your return, what is your comments?”

Hell’s Guardian was expecting this, a cracks a smile.

“Looks like you guys really have been paying attention. I agree. My return has suffered a setback. I agree that my bellow par performances aint exactly got the fans on my side. What I also agree with is that I have to earn their respect once more. They have every right to expect high standards of every superstar who walks down the ramp and into their ring. Thats right. That ring maybe the property of HcW, but the fans ultimately have the control of it. They ultimately decide who gets to go in it. If they think the show is poor, they don’t buy more tickets. If the card doesn’t live up to the hype, then word quickly spreads like a cancer. I do not want to be the one to have HcW get negative press because of poor quality.”

“Mr Guardian. HcW has placed you in a match against the talented Echo Rayne. What is your thoughts on that?”

Hell’s Guardian nods his head but his smile does not shrink.

“Indeed they have. The match is set in stone. Echo Rayne vs Hell’s Guardian. One on one. They made the match and I have a lot to prove on Monday. I think you will agree. And what a chance I have. Echo Rayne has shown her qualities in the ring on many occasion. She is no doubt the favourite in this match. She also has good back up as well. In the form of Gerard Christ and Dark Shadow. I just hope she sees this as a match where she feels that she can at least have a decent contest. Over the years I have preached many a thing to our fans. It is time that I give something back to them. Come win lose or draw I will do my very best to entertain once again.”

Hell’s Guardian steps back and turns away from the camera and closes his car door, pressing the lock button on his key fob. The reporters start shouting out additional questions but one catches his attention:

“Mr Guardian, is it true that this is your last chance?”

Hell’s Guardian turns around and has a serious look on his face.

“Last chance? Maybe it is. You know as well as I have that I have not been performing very well. I saw the look on people’s face last week. They looked at me with nothing but disgust. It has been along time since that happened to me. The days of Taurus, Krystal, Method man etc are gone now. I am in a new school of wrestling, and sadly I am now a student of the game rather than the teacher. This student is currently failing the course. It is time to raise the game and finally show what I can truly do. Let me say this one more time. Win, lose or draw, I will give her a run for her money. If I win great, maybe that will buy me another couple of weeks of employment, if I lose but do well, maybe it will buy me another week. But If lose and lose poorly, then I may have to find an alternative job. You ask me if this is my last chance? You are better off asking one of the bosses that question. Now if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

With that said, Hell’s Guardian walks away. He heads over to the ticket booth. After a brief discussion, he is handed two V.I.P tickets for Monday Night Hell, including backstage passes. He smiles gently, and once again fights his way through the crowd of reporters, jumps in his car and drives away. A few hours of travelling and he is back in Calgary. The snow is still thick. He drives by the hotel he slept restlessly in. He looks out for the little girl he saw last night. He sees her. Pulling over his car he jumps out as she runs over. Hell’s Guardian winds the window down. The girl smiles at him as he hands her the two V.I.P tickets.

“Thank you” She said.

“No. Thank you for believing in me. See you soon.”

With a smile he then drives off back to the arena where he will be fighting not only for himself, but his lively hood.

~* Preparations for War.... *~

Moans and grunts can be heard from every corner of this gym. Big four hundred pound men are everywhere. Exercising. Weightlifting. Running. Doing their daily chores to keep themselves looking like titans. In the corner stands a seven foot man, with the pale complexion. Yes no doubt, Hell’s Guardian is putting himself through the paces.

Squat thrusts. Push ups. Sit ups. He goes through the motions with a serious look on his face. He stands up and grabs a set of dumbbells. With ease he begins his work out with the weights. His biceps bulge with each lift. His controlled breathing. Looks like he is taking this contest with Echo Rayne seriously.

A Couple of hours pass and Hell’s Guardian appears to have finished his work out in the gym. He jogs outside to the running track. He chooses a quite spot and starts his suicides. One after another. He fights on determined to finish. After such an extensive work out it is understandable that he has laboured breathing. He is done for the day.

He wraps an iced towel around his head.


“It grows near. All this preparation. All this for one match. Monday Night Hell. What makes this match any different? This match has more significance than any other in my career. And it is not because it could make or break me. Echo Rayne and HcW has provided me with a great opportunity. A battle. A war. Echo Rayne had Tyke Index pinned last Monday Night. She outclassed him along with her tag team partner. That alone deserves recognition. She is a fighter. A Battler. A Warrior. She reminds me of what I used to be. The position that I am to reclaim and excel at once more in HcW. So far I have yet to see her truly be outclassed. That alone shows off her qualities. Her abilities. I would be lying if I was to say I am happy to be fighting her.”

“You wondering why I say that? Why I am unhappy with the thought of fighting her? It is simple. She s without a doubt a future HcW champion. I wanted to fight her later. At my best, and hopefully with the gold on the line. At the next pay per view, she fights for the Pure Wrestling Championship title. A credit to her. I am sure she will do fine. Until then she has to contend with me. The Reaper of soul’s Hell’s Guardian. Angel to some, demon to many others. Soon it will be time. Soon the time for battle will be upon us. Then two titans will clash with no mercy. Echo has shown she has no pity for her opponents. I will show the same respect to her as she will show to me. When the smoke has cleared we will soon see a new Hell’s Guardian. Come win lose or draw, respect will be earned. That I can promise. The time to be a man and take responsibility and to show some venom in my match. I have a lot of people watching the fight. So let us put on a good show and may the best man or woman win. Echo Rayne. Future HcW Champion. The road to success has many turns. I hope for your sake you do not take the wrong path. Like I did.....see you Monday Night.”

Hell’s Guardian nods at the camera and then walks back to the locker room.

Have we seen the turning of a page in the novel that entails the life and death of Hell’s Guardian? Only time will tell.

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