Post by High Flying Hardcore on Oct 20, 2013 17:56:11 GMT -5
As HFH woke up in his mansion on the outskirts of Philadelphia, what had happened the night before seemed like a bad dream but as he gained consensus he realised it did indeed happen. It was half six in the morning and his flights to Blackpool were at ten. He walked through to his open planned living room where Sash was in deep sleep. She was wearing HFH’s spare clothes from the spare room. She had changed into baggy joggers and a baggy sweatshirt. As HFH tried to tip-toe around her to get to the kitchen, she awoke with a fright.
“Oh my god. You scared me” she said grabbing her chest.
“How are you feeling?” HFH asked politely
“Better, but still quite shaken up. I couldn’t sleep last night so I came through here to sit and eventually dozed off”
“Okay... the thing is, I’ve got to go to Blackpool today, in England. I’d advise that you phone the police on this piece of scum if you know who he is. Get him in the jail.”
“I, I can’t”
“What d’you mean, you can’t?”
“I just can’t… It’s a very long story” she said staring into the eyes of HFH. He now felt like it was is job to keep her safe from the monster who haunted her in Philadelphia.
He said as he screwed up his face “Look, you can house sit for me while I’m gone. You don’t have to enter the city for anything. My frined and manager, Jon, will be round sometime today. You can tell him the whole story and then get him to go and get some of your clothes. There’s enough food for the week. Uhm, just don’t wreck the house.”
He said with a complimentary smile at the end. Sash embraced him in reply to his utter kindness.
“Thank you… I’ll never forget this” she said in disbelief
“Just make sure you get back on your own two feet.” HFH said as he walked back into the kitchen to make both of them breakfast”
BRITAN
After saying his goodbyes he left for Blackpool. Just before boarding on the plain, he sent out a tweet to his five million followers. “Right fellow hardcore-ers. I’m coming home to the UK and there will be a mass meet up in Blackpool centre the day before Chaos. Be there at 3PM!!” That tweet gave 5 days for people to organise their plans to be there. He was expecting a good turnout.
In the UK, he first went to Scotland, where he met up with his old friends for the second time in two weeks and hit the same clubs he did before he moved to the USA. Eventually, he had to leave Scotland and drive down to Blackpool. There, it was time for his meet up with the fans. There stood an ambulance surrounded by a line of G4S Security guards. HFH stood on top of the van and waited on the fans to show up.
It seemed like one minute there was thirty fans and the next there was six thousand. It was amazing how everyone seemed to arrive at the same time. Local press were also in attendance with an EOV camera crew as they didn’t want to miss out on any exclusives. HFH had a microphone to speak to six thousand British wrestling fans. Everyone was buzzing that a hometown boy was finally back in the UK. It doesn’t matter if they are Scottish, English, or welsh when it comes to wrestling, they are all British because of the lack of British wrestlers.
He finally stopped posing for the crowds and raised up the microphone to the roar of the crowd. Once they quietened down, he spoke loudly to get the crowd rowdy.
“BRITAIN!!” He shouted into the mic to get another roar “Every time I walk down the ramp to an EOV match they say… ‘FROM GLASGOW, SCOTLAND’ But the thing is, I say I’m from GLASGOW, BRITAIN!!” The crowd roar again and begin chanting HFH. Saying he’s from Britain and not just Scottish really plays on the crowd as the majority of the fans in attendance are English.
“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night here, in Blackpool. I’ll be fighting a man called Jason Kaine” The crowd boos and hisses at his name “The reason for calling upon all of you here today is simple. There’s something I want to get off my chest and you lot are the guys I want to tell first, my fellow Brits. The other day, I encountered a Jason Kaine fan trying to RAPE a young woman in an alleyway. I tried stopping the man but he pulled out a gun. Eventually, I got the upper hand, and superkicked the man in the head, knocking him clean out” The fans cheered as HFH paced around the top of the ambulance. “The reason for me sharing this disgusting information is that man, no… That CUNT, represents all that Jason Kaine stands for. Sleazy, scum, pathetic. You see, Jason, you could pull out a gun on me tomorrow at Chaos and I will still beat your ass down. I’m in a fighting mood after that innocent woman was raped by one of your fans. That’s the difference between me and you, Jason, your fans rape, my fans get together in a city centre and party in its thousands!”
The fans cheered again and chanted “RAPIST, RAPIST, RAPIST” To the tune of the ‘boring’ chants that some wrestlers get.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, Jason, I really don’t. You start up the UN, a group that I despise, then you leave and to be honest, I don’t really care what’s going on with you. TJ Pain or Jason Kaine, I’ve never like you. Since old EAW, I have despised you and somehow, you wormed your way to the top and now it’s time for something to take you down. A single man couldn’t. That’s why I have my army here. THE HARDCORE ARMY WILL BE OUT IN FORCE. This is Blackpool! This is England! THIS. IS. BRITAIN. My army will be louder than any wrestling show before. For the first time ever, you’re going to think that you’ve stepped into hell when you enter the arena and are greeted by the boos and the hisses from my army, the HARDCORE ARMY.“
HFH stood with his legs far apart, his arms out and looked up with his arms out while the crowed screamed at him ‘HFH, HFH, HFH, HFH’ as he looked up he shouted out without using a microphone as his arms were out in the air. The fans in attendance couldn’t hear him over their rioting chants but the TV cameras could vaguely hear him.
“RIOT MY ARMY, RIOT! TEARS SHALL DROWN THE FUCKING WIND”
As the crowds began to get even louder and bigger the edged forward and flattened the security and got in touch with the ambulance and began shaking it. The security got their battens out in attempt to fight back but there were too many and a massive fight broke out. HFH maintained his stance as the riot took place. Police vans arrived with tear gas and tasers. The hardcore army’s attempt to fight back was in vain as they were not prepared for the gas or for any fight at all. Police then took HFH away in the back of a van as bodies lay on the floor of Blackpool’s town centre. The change in HFH had been made.
“Oh my god. You scared me” she said grabbing her chest.
“How are you feeling?” HFH asked politely
“Better, but still quite shaken up. I couldn’t sleep last night so I came through here to sit and eventually dozed off”
“Okay... the thing is, I’ve got to go to Blackpool today, in England. I’d advise that you phone the police on this piece of scum if you know who he is. Get him in the jail.”
“I, I can’t”
“What d’you mean, you can’t?”
“I just can’t… It’s a very long story” she said staring into the eyes of HFH. He now felt like it was is job to keep her safe from the monster who haunted her in Philadelphia.
He said as he screwed up his face “Look, you can house sit for me while I’m gone. You don’t have to enter the city for anything. My frined and manager, Jon, will be round sometime today. You can tell him the whole story and then get him to go and get some of your clothes. There’s enough food for the week. Uhm, just don’t wreck the house.”
He said with a complimentary smile at the end. Sash embraced him in reply to his utter kindness.
“Thank you… I’ll never forget this” she said in disbelief
“Just make sure you get back on your own two feet.” HFH said as he walked back into the kitchen to make both of them breakfast”
BRITAN
After saying his goodbyes he left for Blackpool. Just before boarding on the plain, he sent out a tweet to his five million followers. “Right fellow hardcore-ers. I’m coming home to the UK and there will be a mass meet up in Blackpool centre the day before Chaos. Be there at 3PM!!” That tweet gave 5 days for people to organise their plans to be there. He was expecting a good turnout.
In the UK, he first went to Scotland, where he met up with his old friends for the second time in two weeks and hit the same clubs he did before he moved to the USA. Eventually, he had to leave Scotland and drive down to Blackpool. There, it was time for his meet up with the fans. There stood an ambulance surrounded by a line of G4S Security guards. HFH stood on top of the van and waited on the fans to show up.
It seemed like one minute there was thirty fans and the next there was six thousand. It was amazing how everyone seemed to arrive at the same time. Local press were also in attendance with an EOV camera crew as they didn’t want to miss out on any exclusives. HFH had a microphone to speak to six thousand British wrestling fans. Everyone was buzzing that a hometown boy was finally back in the UK. It doesn’t matter if they are Scottish, English, or welsh when it comes to wrestling, they are all British because of the lack of British wrestlers.
He finally stopped posing for the crowds and raised up the microphone to the roar of the crowd. Once they quietened down, he spoke loudly to get the crowd rowdy.
“BRITAIN!!” He shouted into the mic to get another roar “Every time I walk down the ramp to an EOV match they say… ‘FROM GLASGOW, SCOTLAND’ But the thing is, I say I’m from GLASGOW, BRITAIN!!” The crowd roar again and begin chanting HFH. Saying he’s from Britain and not just Scottish really plays on the crowd as the majority of the fans in attendance are English.
“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night here, in Blackpool. I’ll be fighting a man called Jason Kaine” The crowd boos and hisses at his name “The reason for calling upon all of you here today is simple. There’s something I want to get off my chest and you lot are the guys I want to tell first, my fellow Brits. The other day, I encountered a Jason Kaine fan trying to RAPE a young woman in an alleyway. I tried stopping the man but he pulled out a gun. Eventually, I got the upper hand, and superkicked the man in the head, knocking him clean out” The fans cheered as HFH paced around the top of the ambulance. “The reason for me sharing this disgusting information is that man, no… That CUNT, represents all that Jason Kaine stands for. Sleazy, scum, pathetic. You see, Jason, you could pull out a gun on me tomorrow at Chaos and I will still beat your ass down. I’m in a fighting mood after that innocent woman was raped by one of your fans. That’s the difference between me and you, Jason, your fans rape, my fans get together in a city centre and party in its thousands!”
The fans cheered again and chanted “RAPIST, RAPIST, RAPIST” To the tune of the ‘boring’ chants that some wrestlers get.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, Jason, I really don’t. You start up the UN, a group that I despise, then you leave and to be honest, I don’t really care what’s going on with you. TJ Pain or Jason Kaine, I’ve never like you. Since old EAW, I have despised you and somehow, you wormed your way to the top and now it’s time for something to take you down. A single man couldn’t. That’s why I have my army here. THE HARDCORE ARMY WILL BE OUT IN FORCE. This is Blackpool! This is England! THIS. IS. BRITAIN. My army will be louder than any wrestling show before. For the first time ever, you’re going to think that you’ve stepped into hell when you enter the arena and are greeted by the boos and the hisses from my army, the HARDCORE ARMY.“
HFH stood with his legs far apart, his arms out and looked up with his arms out while the crowed screamed at him ‘HFH, HFH, HFH, HFH’ as he looked up he shouted out without using a microphone as his arms were out in the air. The fans in attendance couldn’t hear him over their rioting chants but the TV cameras could vaguely hear him.
“RIOT MY ARMY, RIOT! TEARS SHALL DROWN THE FUCKING WIND”
As the crowds began to get even louder and bigger the edged forward and flattened the security and got in touch with the ambulance and began shaking it. The security got their battens out in attempt to fight back but there were too many and a massive fight broke out. HFH maintained his stance as the riot took place. Police vans arrived with tear gas and tasers. The hardcore army’s attempt to fight back was in vain as they were not prepared for the gas or for any fight at all. Police then took HFH away in the back of a van as bodies lay on the floor of Blackpool’s town centre. The change in HFH had been made.
