Post by High Flying Hardcore on Oct 20, 2013 16:29:35 GMT -5
Straight after his match with Rowan, HFH got changed into a light grey, three piece suit. His shirt was sky blue with white cuffs, a white collar and a red skinny tie. He put his waistcoat on but left his suit jacket off. He held it over his arm as he watched what remained of the show. As the show ended his head became clear and his knocks from his match began to fade away. He left his private locker room in the ‘Anarchist arena’ leaving his jacket and only wearing his waist coat. He left the arena without speaking to anyone and as he walked down the streets of Philadelphia he thought about his match.
He walked down the street down to wear he had parked his blue Lamborghini. It was parked roughly a kilometre away but he didn’t mind the walk, it help unstiffen the injuries. In his mind he went over crusial moments in the match but the one that kept coming back into his mind was when he was ready to put Tommy Rowan down with a superkick but he grabbed hold of the referee. He knew that if Rowan played fair, he would of beaten the Hybrid champion.
As he walked down the streets he became close to his car but as he passed an alleyway he heard screams of a woman come from the wall of darkness. The screams were hard to translate as the woman was crying but what HFH could make out the screams were of ‘HELP’. The first thought of HFH was to walk on because it wasn’t his business and it was probably something that the woman was being dramatic about. Just as he was about to take his first step away another scream from the abyss that was clearer . “RAPE… RAPE, SOMEBODY HELP ME-”
HFH ran into the black hole without thought. It was a reflex. An instinct. He ran about fifteen meteres to see a chubby, grubby man trying to pin an attractive blonde woman against one of the walls of the alley. As he ran in and got a clear view of what was going on he used his aggressive Scottish accent to alert the man who had not noticed his presence.
“HOAW, YOU” HFH shouted at the man. The grubby specimen turned round letting go of his grip of the woman. She sank down against the wall crying into her hands. The man took a look at HFH and chuckled as if he was a supreme being.
“Nice loss today, Hardcore” The man said cockily. It was then that HFH noticed that the man was wearing a Jason Kaine shirt.
“It doesn’t matter. Not to what you’ve just tried to do. You’re a pathetic, fat, bastard trying to RAPE a woman.” HFH bagan to shake his head in disbelief “You deserve to die” He then walked towards the man with an intention of flooring him and then calling the cops. He reached out to push the man over but a sharp pain in his abdomen occurred from his earlier match and the man was able to push HFH away with ease and reach into his pocket and pull out a CZ-75 handgun and pointed it at HFH.
HFH looked straight into the eyes of the man. He slowly raised his arms in defeat. He couldn’t try any sort of attack without getting shot. The 9mm gun would win every time. HFH was about to sink to his knees and wait for the situation to unfold in whatever way it would but just before he did, the woman had risen to her feet in the darkness behind the man and low blowed him from behind. The man droped the gun and held his genitals. HFH only took half a second and superkicked the man, knocking him clean out. It was a kick that had emotion behind it and it showed it. The man fell clean over and the slap of the kick echoed around the walls of the alley way.
The woman began to cry again and moved forward and hugged HFH hard. She cried into his body as he hugged her back. A thousand thoughts and emotions shot through him at one. He felt angry at the man. He felt sorry for the girl. He wondered if this represented something as the man wore a Jason Kaine shirt and he was supposed to face Kaine next week or if it was something to do with Tommy Rowan as he had had an incident with a pistol the week before. In the embrace, HFH could feel the girl shaking.
“Right, I’m going to take you home. We’ll phone the police to come and get this man and then from my place, we’ll get you sorted out and then tell the police to get you there.”
“Oh I don’t know” Said the women slowly “I think I should wait here for the po..pol..police.” She was stuttering and shaking very badly in shock
“No, you’re definitely coming with me. You’re in shock. We’ll get you sorted out. In this state, you won’t be any use to the police.”
Without really knowing what she was doing she walked back to HFH’s car and drove out to the rich part of Philadelphia where HFH has a mansion. They walked in and straight away, HFH heated up some tomato soup for the girl who was still shaking on the couch. HFH gave her the hot bowl but she just looked at it in her hands.
“What’s you’re name” HFH asked slowly and in the nicest tine he could produce
“S.S.Sash.” she said shaking. HFH knew what had happened on this night was going to scar her and there was no point in trying to talk to her while she was in this state.
“Look, you can stay here tonight if you want. It’s really safe and I’ve got like five spare rooms. It’s up to you but if you want me to drive you back into the city I’ll-“
“NO! Could I stay here… I think it would be safer… And, I don’t really want to go home… He’ll find me there.”
HFH paused and realised that she knew the man in the alleyway. He showed Sash to her room thinking of the scum that had potentially ruined her life. A vibrate sound came from his pocket. He pulled out his iphone to read a text that was from Jon Daly.
“Blackpool next week!! I’ve got flights organised for tomorrow morning. It’s going to be epic. The U.K for the first time in EOV history and they are going to be so hot for you. Sorry I can’t make it this time round but I organised everything for you. The tickets will be posted through your letter box tomorrow morning before you’re up. Good luck, buddy”
He walked down the street down to wear he had parked his blue Lamborghini. It was parked roughly a kilometre away but he didn’t mind the walk, it help unstiffen the injuries. In his mind he went over crusial moments in the match but the one that kept coming back into his mind was when he was ready to put Tommy Rowan down with a superkick but he grabbed hold of the referee. He knew that if Rowan played fair, he would of beaten the Hybrid champion.
As he walked down the streets he became close to his car but as he passed an alleyway he heard screams of a woman come from the wall of darkness. The screams were hard to translate as the woman was crying but what HFH could make out the screams were of ‘HELP’. The first thought of HFH was to walk on because it wasn’t his business and it was probably something that the woman was being dramatic about. Just as he was about to take his first step away another scream from the abyss that was clearer . “RAPE… RAPE, SOMEBODY HELP ME-”
HFH ran into the black hole without thought. It was a reflex. An instinct. He ran about fifteen meteres to see a chubby, grubby man trying to pin an attractive blonde woman against one of the walls of the alley. As he ran in and got a clear view of what was going on he used his aggressive Scottish accent to alert the man who had not noticed his presence.
“HOAW, YOU” HFH shouted at the man. The grubby specimen turned round letting go of his grip of the woman. She sank down against the wall crying into her hands. The man took a look at HFH and chuckled as if he was a supreme being.
“Nice loss today, Hardcore” The man said cockily. It was then that HFH noticed that the man was wearing a Jason Kaine shirt.
“It doesn’t matter. Not to what you’ve just tried to do. You’re a pathetic, fat, bastard trying to RAPE a woman.” HFH bagan to shake his head in disbelief “You deserve to die” He then walked towards the man with an intention of flooring him and then calling the cops. He reached out to push the man over but a sharp pain in his abdomen occurred from his earlier match and the man was able to push HFH away with ease and reach into his pocket and pull out a CZ-75 handgun and pointed it at HFH.
HFH looked straight into the eyes of the man. He slowly raised his arms in defeat. He couldn’t try any sort of attack without getting shot. The 9mm gun would win every time. HFH was about to sink to his knees and wait for the situation to unfold in whatever way it would but just before he did, the woman had risen to her feet in the darkness behind the man and low blowed him from behind. The man droped the gun and held his genitals. HFH only took half a second and superkicked the man, knocking him clean out. It was a kick that had emotion behind it and it showed it. The man fell clean over and the slap of the kick echoed around the walls of the alley way.
The woman began to cry again and moved forward and hugged HFH hard. She cried into his body as he hugged her back. A thousand thoughts and emotions shot through him at one. He felt angry at the man. He felt sorry for the girl. He wondered if this represented something as the man wore a Jason Kaine shirt and he was supposed to face Kaine next week or if it was something to do with Tommy Rowan as he had had an incident with a pistol the week before. In the embrace, HFH could feel the girl shaking.
“Right, I’m going to take you home. We’ll phone the police to come and get this man and then from my place, we’ll get you sorted out and then tell the police to get you there.”
“Oh I don’t know” Said the women slowly “I think I should wait here for the po..pol..police.” She was stuttering and shaking very badly in shock
“No, you’re definitely coming with me. You’re in shock. We’ll get you sorted out. In this state, you won’t be any use to the police.”
Without really knowing what she was doing she walked back to HFH’s car and drove out to the rich part of Philadelphia where HFH has a mansion. They walked in and straight away, HFH heated up some tomato soup for the girl who was still shaking on the couch. HFH gave her the hot bowl but she just looked at it in her hands.
“What’s you’re name” HFH asked slowly and in the nicest tine he could produce
“S.S.Sash.” she said shaking. HFH knew what had happened on this night was going to scar her and there was no point in trying to talk to her while she was in this state.
“Look, you can stay here tonight if you want. It’s really safe and I’ve got like five spare rooms. It’s up to you but if you want me to drive you back into the city I’ll-“
“NO! Could I stay here… I think it would be safer… And, I don’t really want to go home… He’ll find me there.”
HFH paused and realised that she knew the man in the alleyway. He showed Sash to her room thinking of the scum that had potentially ruined her life. A vibrate sound came from his pocket. He pulled out his iphone to read a text that was from Jon Daly.
“Blackpool next week!! I’ve got flights organised for tomorrow morning. It’s going to be epic. The U.K for the first time in EOV history and they are going to be so hot for you. Sorry I can’t make it this time round but I organised everything for you. The tickets will be posted through your letter box tomorrow morning before you’re up. Good luck, buddy”
