Post by High Flying Hardcore on Sept 8, 2013 16:13:31 GMT -5
After his match at Collision 3, HFH walked back into his locker with a certain swag. He opened the door and embraced his advisor, Jon Daly. Daly was shorter than HFH and was slightly chubby and dressed in a black suite.
“We did it” HFH said happily.
TJ Pain’s stipulation for HFH said that HFH had to win his first two matches to get a contact and now he had done it. Both, Jon and HFH were smiling.
“And a special well done to you, Jon. You told me that Brute would try and attack me after the match.”
“Well, that’s what you pay me for. How are you holding up?” Daly asked in thought of his friend and colleague.
“Are you Kidding!” HFH said smiling “I’m over the moon! I took on two men today and only got hit with like 4 or 5 moves. Anarchist of the week or what? I’m in the mood for a cider. Yourself?” He asked Jon as he walked towards the minibar.
Jon refused as he was still working and had to analyse the show to find stenghths and weaknesses of the superstars. HFH sat with a few cans of ciders and watched the show with Jon. They engaged in conversation about the talent and who he would be facing next week.
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2hours later
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“This is fucking bullshit!” Cried HFH “How are these guys getting tittle matches without winning a contender match and more importantly, why am I not considered to be in the running. I might as well kiss anarchist of the week goodbye as well. EAW seems to be kissing that Asian ass of Micheal James. Jon, go and find out what’s making this company as corrupt as it is."
Jon left instantly out the door as HFH drank more of his alcohol. He crunched the can in anger and tried to relieve himself from his anger. About thirty minutes later, Daly returned to find HFH in the exact place he left him.
“Well?” HFH asked while looking into the eyes of Jon Daly
“I tried doing some digging but no one anywhere is willing to spill anything on why Michael James is getting this special treatment however, I did find out that you NOT be opening the show for a change.”
“About fucking time as well” HFH said with a scowl
“You’ll be in the second to last match against Kareem Al Bashir and Suicide Fate. I already know plenty about these guys, sir.”
“OH, So do I, Jon. Kareem is a wee posh boy. He is some sort of prince who has servants and all that shit. Jon, I can’t wait to bust this foreign posh prick. He pissed me off about a year and a half ago. Back when we were fighting for extremism and there were a couple of right arse holes wanting PG, Kareem was one of the head honchos in wanting PG.”
“I see” Said Jon
“I’ve wanted to take down every little bastard who tried to take this company down and now I’ve got the chance.”
“What about Suicide Fate sir?”
“Jon, I’ll need you to get a bit of background on him. All I know about is pricey boy.”
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A DAY LATER
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HFH was surfing the net, as usual, and happened to come across a video of Kareem Al Bashir talking down to HFH and Suicide Fate. Jon was back with a notepad and pen taking notes from a different laptop searching on Suicide Fate.
“Jon!” HFH called “Get the camera”
HFH quickly logged into youtube while Daly set up the camera. Once it was ready, Daly stood behind to make sure everything was running okay and that HFH was in the camera’s vision.
“Action” Daly said humorously
“Ladies and Gentlemen, It’s been a week since my last upload and to be honust, I wasn’t going to post today. That was until I saw a video of Kareem trying to take the piss outta me. Now, firstly, I want to thank you all for the support and it’s because of you that I could beat the shit out of Tri Brute and Havok in the same night
“Kareem though… He’s an arrogant little tit-wank and it’s people like me that beat people like him up. When I watched you down talking me trying to say that I’m nothing, that I don’t belong in the match and probably worst of all, that I don’t belong in EAW… Mate, that really gets to me and I’ve got a piece if info for ya, Kareem. I don’t like people who stir emotion in me. I don’t belong here?? I’m one of the main reasons that EAW is back. People wanted to see the return of EAW so they could see Hardcore matches with High Flying antics and guess what my name just happens to be? I’m motherfucking High Flying Hardcore and you can brag about how fully equipped men have tried to assonate you but when it comes down to it… Those men weren’t Scottish. I AM the human highlight and I WILL take you down. I’ve been waiting for a year and a half to beat you down. You wanted PG and I wanted HARDCORE! Who won that battle? I’ve had a year and a half of built up anger against you and I’m going to unleash it all in the one night and beat your pretty boy, princey face down. Kareem…. I’m Hardcore………….. And there’s nothing you can do about it”
The camera fades to black.
“We did it” HFH said happily.
TJ Pain’s stipulation for HFH said that HFH had to win his first two matches to get a contact and now he had done it. Both, Jon and HFH were smiling.
“And a special well done to you, Jon. You told me that Brute would try and attack me after the match.”
“Well, that’s what you pay me for. How are you holding up?” Daly asked in thought of his friend and colleague.
“Are you Kidding!” HFH said smiling “I’m over the moon! I took on two men today and only got hit with like 4 or 5 moves. Anarchist of the week or what? I’m in the mood for a cider. Yourself?” He asked Jon as he walked towards the minibar.
Jon refused as he was still working and had to analyse the show to find stenghths and weaknesses of the superstars. HFH sat with a few cans of ciders and watched the show with Jon. They engaged in conversation about the talent and who he would be facing next week.
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2hours later
_________________________________________________
“This is fucking bullshit!” Cried HFH “How are these guys getting tittle matches without winning a contender match and more importantly, why am I not considered to be in the running. I might as well kiss anarchist of the week goodbye as well. EAW seems to be kissing that Asian ass of Micheal James. Jon, go and find out what’s making this company as corrupt as it is."
Jon left instantly out the door as HFH drank more of his alcohol. He crunched the can in anger and tried to relieve himself from his anger. About thirty minutes later, Daly returned to find HFH in the exact place he left him.
“Well?” HFH asked while looking into the eyes of Jon Daly
“I tried doing some digging but no one anywhere is willing to spill anything on why Michael James is getting this special treatment however, I did find out that you NOT be opening the show for a change.”
“About fucking time as well” HFH said with a scowl
“You’ll be in the second to last match against Kareem Al Bashir and Suicide Fate. I already know plenty about these guys, sir.”
“OH, So do I, Jon. Kareem is a wee posh boy. He is some sort of prince who has servants and all that shit. Jon, I can’t wait to bust this foreign posh prick. He pissed me off about a year and a half ago. Back when we were fighting for extremism and there were a couple of right arse holes wanting PG, Kareem was one of the head honchos in wanting PG.”
“I see” Said Jon
“I’ve wanted to take down every little bastard who tried to take this company down and now I’ve got the chance.”
“What about Suicide Fate sir?”
“Jon, I’ll need you to get a bit of background on him. All I know about is pricey boy.”
______________________________________
A DAY LATER
______________________________________
HFH was surfing the net, as usual, and happened to come across a video of Kareem Al Bashir talking down to HFH and Suicide Fate. Jon was back with a notepad and pen taking notes from a different laptop searching on Suicide Fate.
“Jon!” HFH called “Get the camera”
HFH quickly logged into youtube while Daly set up the camera. Once it was ready, Daly stood behind to make sure everything was running okay and that HFH was in the camera’s vision.
“Action” Daly said humorously
“Ladies and Gentlemen, It’s been a week since my last upload and to be honust, I wasn’t going to post today. That was until I saw a video of Kareem trying to take the piss outta me. Now, firstly, I want to thank you all for the support and it’s because of you that I could beat the shit out of Tri Brute and Havok in the same night
“Kareem though… He’s an arrogant little tit-wank and it’s people like me that beat people like him up. When I watched you down talking me trying to say that I’m nothing, that I don’t belong in the match and probably worst of all, that I don’t belong in EAW… Mate, that really gets to me and I’ve got a piece if info for ya, Kareem. I don’t like people who stir emotion in me. I don’t belong here?? I’m one of the main reasons that EAW is back. People wanted to see the return of EAW so they could see Hardcore matches with High Flying antics and guess what my name just happens to be? I’m motherfucking High Flying Hardcore and you can brag about how fully equipped men have tried to assonate you but when it comes down to it… Those men weren’t Scottish. I AM the human highlight and I WILL take you down. I’ve been waiting for a year and a half to beat you down. You wanted PG and I wanted HARDCORE! Who won that battle? I’ve had a year and a half of built up anger against you and I’m going to unleash it all in the one night and beat your pretty boy, princey face down. Kareem…. I’m Hardcore………….. And there’s nothing you can do about it”
The camera fades to black.
