Post by High Flying Hardcore on Oct 11, 2013 14:51:17 GMT -5
Scene 4
HFH entered the Angel at 10AM. Not many pubs were open at this time but this was Rangers vs Celtic. The biggest rivalry in the world. If you don’t believe me, search youtube. The only other person inside the pub was Kenny. They both smiled at the sight of each other and embraced. The hug lasted about three seconds before they sat down at a table which had two pints of larger pured out.
“Tenants I believe” Said Kenny with a cheeky grin
“Yes indeed” Said HFH who was content with Kenny not knowing of his heart attack.
“Listen, I’d love to catch up and do the usual shit but, Alex… We’ve hit it. A chance at fame!! We have a meet wae the Celtic mob at twelve o’clock. We have 120 boys ready to poise and they only have 80 top lads. We can totally fucking wreck them. We’ll make global news with the chaos!”
HFH Laughed and patted Kenny on the shoulder with one hand and took massive gulps of his pint using the other hand.
“Oh Kenny, you haven’t changed a bit” He laughed “Straight down to business. The thing is, buddy, I can’t. I can’t afford the publicity of a pro wrestler getting into football scraps. It would fuck me over” He was really just making excuses for his dodgy condition.
"Nah man"Kenny insisted “Just put a scarf around your face nobody will know it’s you" Being young and crazy, something inside HFH boiled.
“Fine, I’ll do it! I’ll come and fight.” It was the passion that HFH came home for that fired up inside him. He couldn’t contain his smile and he was buzzing for the scrap against the opposition fans.
“Well then bro, we got an hour and a half to get a few pints down our necks!” Kenny proclaimed loudly.
Scene 5
After the hour and a half, they had six pints and two vodka and Irn Brus. They left the pub reasonably drunk and headed for an alley way. There was a huge crowd of men who supported rangers all half-drunk waiting around. At least a hundred of them and not one was scared of dying on this day. They stood at the end of the alley way waiting patiently. The dark and grubby brickwork began to close in on HFH who started to think of his heart. Every second that went by he grew more and more concerned.
Eventually the Celtic fans arrived 50 meters away at the other end of the alleyway. Not one of the 200 men there were wearing a football shirt. Every man wore designer clothes. It started to rain heavily. The rain drops hit the ground so hard that they bounced back up.
Both sets of fans roared chants at each other before one Rangers fan had had enough and ran at the Celtic mob. He was then followed by all one hundred of his comrades. The celtic crew also charged at their enemies before meeting in the middle. It was a bare knuckle fight. Broken noses, jaws, and knuckles were sustained in the first thirty seconds.
After a mear five minutes, half of the men (The weak ones) were on the floor knocked out. The alley way had more space now. The fighting continued as HFH just stood in the middle of it all. He looked up into the sky where the rain was pouring from the heavens. He shouted towards the sky as men attempted to kill each other around him.
“You see Rowan?! I’m ready for your so called fight! I heard everything you had to say about me. You’re right, I want a shot at the world championship and I will go through you to get it. You’re just the hybrid champion. But Hybrid champion is not the only tittle you’ll have after chaos. You’ll have the tittle of High Flying Hardcore’s bitch. I don’t see why you keep going around telling everyone that Kuk Killswitch was a waste of space and Tommy Rowan is a legend. Take a note you mother fucker! Killswitch was a world champion, Rowan can only salvage a mid-tier championship. You’ve tried to invent this Tommy ‘fucking’ Rowan persona but I see right through it. You’re just a washed up, chain smoking, waste of space trying to reclaim your former glory. Sure, you ‘earned’ your history, tittles and scars but NOW IT’S TIME FOR ME TO EARN IT!”
His expressions got even louder and angrier
“You’ve earned everything already and no you’re heading your way back down the pecking order. Have a look around you while you’re falling and while you’re falling, you’ll see me rising up that same pecking order. I’m going from former extreme champion to new heavyweight champion. You’re the FUCKING OPPOSITE. I’M GOING TO WIPE THE FUCKING RING WITH YOU FUCKING HAS BEEN!”
A Celtic fan took notice of this stranger shouting into the heavens and pulled out a small Swedish army knife and came at HFH. He swiped for his face but HFH managed to quickly move to the side and kneed the thug in the stomach. The man dropped the knife when he was kneed and HFH picked it up. As HFH turned to face the man again, he got a punch in the nose and it started to bleed. He showed no sign of pain and swiftly swung the knife at the man. He stabbed him in the side of the neck and left the knife in the wound. The man fell back trying to cover the wound with his hands but blood literally squirted out beside the knife and the man slowly lost all form of life
HFH looked back into the sky with blood running from his nose down past his mouth and dripping off his chin
“You see Tommy Rowan. I’m a fucking maniac. This is why I cam eback to Scotland! This is a normal Saturday night and now that I’ve got the passion back, I’m ready to make TOMMY ‘FUCKING’ ROWAN, BECOME TOMMY ‘FUCKED UP’ ROWAN! Get ready for your downfall you piece of shit. I hated, yet respected Kuk as he was a world champion. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING KILL TOMMY ROAWN!
HFH entered the Angel at 10AM. Not many pubs were open at this time but this was Rangers vs Celtic. The biggest rivalry in the world. If you don’t believe me, search youtube. The only other person inside the pub was Kenny. They both smiled at the sight of each other and embraced. The hug lasted about three seconds before they sat down at a table which had two pints of larger pured out.
“Tenants I believe” Said Kenny with a cheeky grin
“Yes indeed” Said HFH who was content with Kenny not knowing of his heart attack.
“Listen, I’d love to catch up and do the usual shit but, Alex… We’ve hit it. A chance at fame!! We have a meet wae the Celtic mob at twelve o’clock. We have 120 boys ready to poise and they only have 80 top lads. We can totally fucking wreck them. We’ll make global news with the chaos!”
HFH Laughed and patted Kenny on the shoulder with one hand and took massive gulps of his pint using the other hand.
“Oh Kenny, you haven’t changed a bit” He laughed “Straight down to business. The thing is, buddy, I can’t. I can’t afford the publicity of a pro wrestler getting into football scraps. It would fuck me over” He was really just making excuses for his dodgy condition.
"Nah man"Kenny insisted “Just put a scarf around your face nobody will know it’s you" Being young and crazy, something inside HFH boiled.
“Fine, I’ll do it! I’ll come and fight.” It was the passion that HFH came home for that fired up inside him. He couldn’t contain his smile and he was buzzing for the scrap against the opposition fans.
“Well then bro, we got an hour and a half to get a few pints down our necks!” Kenny proclaimed loudly.
Scene 5
After the hour and a half, they had six pints and two vodka and Irn Brus. They left the pub reasonably drunk and headed for an alley way. There was a huge crowd of men who supported rangers all half-drunk waiting around. At least a hundred of them and not one was scared of dying on this day. They stood at the end of the alley way waiting patiently. The dark and grubby brickwork began to close in on HFH who started to think of his heart. Every second that went by he grew more and more concerned.
Eventually the Celtic fans arrived 50 meters away at the other end of the alleyway. Not one of the 200 men there were wearing a football shirt. Every man wore designer clothes. It started to rain heavily. The rain drops hit the ground so hard that they bounced back up.
Both sets of fans roared chants at each other before one Rangers fan had had enough and ran at the Celtic mob. He was then followed by all one hundred of his comrades. The celtic crew also charged at their enemies before meeting in the middle. It was a bare knuckle fight. Broken noses, jaws, and knuckles were sustained in the first thirty seconds.
After a mear five minutes, half of the men (The weak ones) were on the floor knocked out. The alley way had more space now. The fighting continued as HFH just stood in the middle of it all. He looked up into the sky where the rain was pouring from the heavens. He shouted towards the sky as men attempted to kill each other around him.
“You see Rowan?! I’m ready for your so called fight! I heard everything you had to say about me. You’re right, I want a shot at the world championship and I will go through you to get it. You’re just the hybrid champion. But Hybrid champion is not the only tittle you’ll have after chaos. You’ll have the tittle of High Flying Hardcore’s bitch. I don’t see why you keep going around telling everyone that Kuk Killswitch was a waste of space and Tommy Rowan is a legend. Take a note you mother fucker! Killswitch was a world champion, Rowan can only salvage a mid-tier championship. You’ve tried to invent this Tommy ‘fucking’ Rowan persona but I see right through it. You’re just a washed up, chain smoking, waste of space trying to reclaim your former glory. Sure, you ‘earned’ your history, tittles and scars but NOW IT’S TIME FOR ME TO EARN IT!”
His expressions got even louder and angrier
“You’ve earned everything already and no you’re heading your way back down the pecking order. Have a look around you while you’re falling and while you’re falling, you’ll see me rising up that same pecking order. I’m going from former extreme champion to new heavyweight champion. You’re the FUCKING OPPOSITE. I’M GOING TO WIPE THE FUCKING RING WITH YOU FUCKING HAS BEEN!”
A Celtic fan took notice of this stranger shouting into the heavens and pulled out a small Swedish army knife and came at HFH. He swiped for his face but HFH managed to quickly move to the side and kneed the thug in the stomach. The man dropped the knife when he was kneed and HFH picked it up. As HFH turned to face the man again, he got a punch in the nose and it started to bleed. He showed no sign of pain and swiftly swung the knife at the man. He stabbed him in the side of the neck and left the knife in the wound. The man fell back trying to cover the wound with his hands but blood literally squirted out beside the knife and the man slowly lost all form of life
HFH looked back into the sky with blood running from his nose down past his mouth and dripping off his chin
“You see Tommy Rowan. I’m a fucking maniac. This is why I cam eback to Scotland! This is a normal Saturday night and now that I’ve got the passion back, I’m ready to make TOMMY ‘FUCKING’ ROWAN, BECOME TOMMY ‘FUCKED UP’ ROWAN! Get ready for your downfall you piece of shit. I hated, yet respected Kuk as he was a world champion. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING KILL TOMMY ROAWN!
