Post by High Flying Hardcore on Oct 29, 2013 16:34:05 GMT -5
“You know what Ian?” HFH slowly and carefully “I’m growing to respect you more than what I already did. Of course, I already had a huge amount of respect for someone I grew up watching and admiring but now that you’ve took notice of me… Now that you have inflicted your opinions of me and your thoughts of how and what you think our match will be and how it will go, I’ve got an insight of who you really are.”
He sat up straight in his black leather arm chair. The room was black and nothing could be seen but the upper part of HFH and the rough outline of an arm chair.
“When your speaking about me, there is something you seem to do that annoys me. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t know who I am or simply if it’s because you’re underestimating me. You keep telling how I should approach this match. Almost like instructions telling me that I should focus on the match and nothing else. That if I don’t have my full focus on this match that you’ll win. You see, Ian, I’m High Flying Hardcore. You don’t know how I’ve been brought up or how my mind works.”
A more serious tone comes across HFH’s speech.
“I’ve spent five days here in Peterborough and I’ll tell you this with no debate. It doesn’t have a patch on Glasgow. Happy wee town with its old English pubs and it’s cobbled down centre. You have no idea what it was like growing up in Gorbles of Glasgow. When my Mum was tragically murdered and my Dad went off the rails, me and my brother couldn’t afford any more than a shaque in the Gorbles. Our ‘home’ didn’t even have a lock. Whenever I left the house, there was a good chance it would be the last time I would breathe. The Gorbles is a place where the average age of living is 49 years. I was brought up to be able to cope with more than one thing in my mind. I would be considered week if I couldn’t cope with more than one thing.
“That’s why at Chaos, I’ll be able to think about the UN and still whoop your ass all around London Road. I’ve seen stories on the web of our match. I’ve seen a tittle that said ‘A heel for a day’ and I’ll accept that. I’ll have the ‘Hardcore Army’ on my side and my other fans will turn on me for one night only. In fact, they’ll probably cheer for me all the way until our match. The hate I’m gonna get will only motivate me. I’m a competitive man. I do love my fans and most of the time, I’d like to say they love me but when someone hates me. When someone despises me as much as they will on this night, I like nothing better than to shut them up.
“I once went to a Rangers game when I was 16 years old. Only six and a half years ago and I remember it well. The game was away at Inverness Caledonian Thistle, in the highlands. It was a 4 and half hours drive in the bus and if we lost, I would have lost the fucking head with those Inverness supporters. It was an awesome experience. All one thousand of us Rangers supporters were cornered in one stand behind the goal while inverness occupied the other three stands. They scored first and their fans went ballistic. The three stands all chanted deeply and loudly in our direction. It was quite intimidating. We equalised less than five minutes later and they went silent. You could hear a pin drop in their stands meanwhile in our section we were going crazy. We won that game 5-1 but the thing that sticks out in my mind is their support going from crazed ultras to quiet spectators. That’s exactly how the fans will be at London Road at Chaos. And as I did back then in Inverness, I’ll chant back at them ‘You’re not singing anymore’. Ian Lenton, I’m in enemy territory for our match, but I will walk away with your respect, the fans respect, but most importantly, I will qualify for the next round of the Hybrid Championship tournament.”
The camera fades to black with the rest of the room.
He sat up straight in his black leather arm chair. The room was black and nothing could be seen but the upper part of HFH and the rough outline of an arm chair.
“When your speaking about me, there is something you seem to do that annoys me. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t know who I am or simply if it’s because you’re underestimating me. You keep telling how I should approach this match. Almost like instructions telling me that I should focus on the match and nothing else. That if I don’t have my full focus on this match that you’ll win. You see, Ian, I’m High Flying Hardcore. You don’t know how I’ve been brought up or how my mind works.”
A more serious tone comes across HFH’s speech.
“I’ve spent five days here in Peterborough and I’ll tell you this with no debate. It doesn’t have a patch on Glasgow. Happy wee town with its old English pubs and it’s cobbled down centre. You have no idea what it was like growing up in Gorbles of Glasgow. When my Mum was tragically murdered and my Dad went off the rails, me and my brother couldn’t afford any more than a shaque in the Gorbles. Our ‘home’ didn’t even have a lock. Whenever I left the house, there was a good chance it would be the last time I would breathe. The Gorbles is a place where the average age of living is 49 years. I was brought up to be able to cope with more than one thing in my mind. I would be considered week if I couldn’t cope with more than one thing.
“That’s why at Chaos, I’ll be able to think about the UN and still whoop your ass all around London Road. I’ve seen stories on the web of our match. I’ve seen a tittle that said ‘A heel for a day’ and I’ll accept that. I’ll have the ‘Hardcore Army’ on my side and my other fans will turn on me for one night only. In fact, they’ll probably cheer for me all the way until our match. The hate I’m gonna get will only motivate me. I’m a competitive man. I do love my fans and most of the time, I’d like to say they love me but when someone hates me. When someone despises me as much as they will on this night, I like nothing better than to shut them up.
“I once went to a Rangers game when I was 16 years old. Only six and a half years ago and I remember it well. The game was away at Inverness Caledonian Thistle, in the highlands. It was a 4 and half hours drive in the bus and if we lost, I would have lost the fucking head with those Inverness supporters. It was an awesome experience. All one thousand of us Rangers supporters were cornered in one stand behind the goal while inverness occupied the other three stands. They scored first and their fans went ballistic. The three stands all chanted deeply and loudly in our direction. It was quite intimidating. We equalised less than five minutes later and they went silent. You could hear a pin drop in their stands meanwhile in our section we were going crazy. We won that game 5-1 but the thing that sticks out in my mind is their support going from crazed ultras to quiet spectators. That’s exactly how the fans will be at London Road at Chaos. And as I did back then in Inverness, I’ll chant back at them ‘You’re not singing anymore’. Ian Lenton, I’m in enemy territory for our match, but I will walk away with your respect, the fans respect, but most importantly, I will qualify for the next round of the Hybrid Championship tournament.”
The camera fades to black with the rest of the room.
