Post by High Flying Hardcore on Aug 11, 2013 15:22:03 GMT -5
JULY 24th
2013 Denver, Colorado
In a small community centre in the outskirts of Denver, a small independent wrestling show was taking place. It wasn’t anything special it was only a small show where a grandmother would take their grandson to watch wrestling at an affordable price.
The hour long show was run by a very intelligent promoter. His name was Jon Daly. Jon knew it all. He could tell you about ANY wrestler past, present, main stream, or indy. People would often wonder why a huge corporation like NWW wouldn’t sign him up. Many outspoken fans said that he could’ve saved EAW before its demise. The truth was, he couldn’t work for anyone, or a better way to put it, he wouldn’t. He just wasn’t a man who could work under someone’s supervision. He was much his own man and that’s why he never had a roster, a logo, or even much money. His full time job was at a gas station. Running the independent shows every other week was fuelled only by passion.
The match card in Denver on July 24th was special. Not only was there going to be 100 people there (This was a big crowd compared to the usual 30) but there was a special guest wrestler taking part in this show. Daly had signed up a few independent wrestlers for the show as usual. They would get $20 and a bit of wrestling knowledge from Daly. After the show, you may or may not see Daly again. It would depend on if he was putting another show on and wanted to sign you up again. The special part of this show was the main event.
After EAW’s demise, HFH refused to sign for another company. Instead, he took the money he had and lived up the dream lifestyle for as long as he could. After six months he couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t because he was short on money but because he longed for the crowd cheering and feeling the air run through your hair while half way through a 450 splash. Even though he wanted to return to the ring, he stuck to his word of not signing for a big company and decided to work for himself.
He toured the USA working for 20 and 30 bucks a night. It brought him back to the days when he was just starting out. Before long, he had every indy promoter on the phone and had to reject a lot due to double bookings. Then he couldn’t believe his luck. When Jon Daly offered him the chance he bit his hand off. The only time he could recall such a feeling was when EAW wanted him 2 years before. HFH said he never even wanted pay but just to learn from Daly was enough.
Soon it became the day where HFH would meet Jon Daly. The community centre was packed with 123 people.( Apparently 23 people had snuck in to see HFH) Every wrestler had looked to the big white board with bold writing on it to see who they were facing and when. A lot of the men grumble of where on the card they were but some were happy. The room filled with wrestlers who were already geared up was loud with laughter and conversation. The door opened and the room filled with silence. High Flying Hardcore walked slowly through the door carrying a heavy bag in his right hand. He closed the door behind him and looked out into the crowd of men looking at him.
“Well, how is everyone this evening? I’m looking forward to this” He said with a smile. The room the restarted their conversations and HFH looked up at the white board. He wasn’t surprised to find himself in the main event as he has found himself there in almost every indy show. He was in the main event against a wrestler called Kane Hemmings. Kane was in the other side of the room in a dark corner wearing all dark clothes. His head pointed towards the ground and his eyes looked up staring a hole right through HFH. High fly gave a smug smile back to indicate that he was anything but scared
After a wrestler finished their match they would hit the shower and then collect their money. Hemmings had left the room and the second last match was in progress. HFH sat alone in the room with his thoughts. For some unknown reason, EAW kept clouding his thoughts. He was in deep memories of ‘Retribution’ and other pay per views when the door opened and gave him a scare. Jon Daly, a small and chubby man, dressed in a suit came through the door “Am I up now?” asked HFH is a confident tone “No, but I came to see you in the flesh and to tell you that we can have our chat after your match. The main reason why I’m hear though, Alex, is there’s someone hear to see you, I think that if I let him in, you won’t do the show for me tonight.” Daly said calmly
“Well, who is it?”
“Well, if I told you that, you would want to see him and then you wouldn’t do the show.” Daly said. His voice was calm as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. He sounded like he had wisdom.
“I promise you Mr.Daly… I’m here to learn. No matter who is on the opposite end of the door, I will perform tonight.” HFH was beginning to get confussed with what Daly was saying and wondered who he was talking about. Daly shook his head and yelled
“Pain!!” The door opened and in came TJ Pain, dressed in a black suite and black shades. He carried a small brief case. He approached HFH, who stood up, and shook his hand. He then took the shades off “Long time no see” Pain said with a arrogant smile. Again, HFH was confussed to what he was doing here. “It is, yeah, but what do you want?” HFH asked impatiently “I’m not going to full around here” Pain explained quickly and ignorantly
“I’ve got other places I’d rather be so I’ll make this quick. I’m re-opening EAW and all it’s glory. Personally, I don’t care if you want to come back but there’s a lot of board members who think we’ll make money if you come back.”
He opened his brief case and took out a small pile of papers that were stapeled together and waved it in front of HFH’s face.
“This is the contract they drew up for you. It’s very simple. It’s exclusive, meaning you can’t work anywhere else while under the contract. It’s a basic salary with tittle bonuses but I’ll let you do the reading.” He put his hand out for HFH to take but before HFH’s hand got the paper he pulled his hand sharply away and looked up at HFH’s eyes and smiled smugly.
“I don’t want you in EAW, High Fly,” Pain said slowly “So here’s what I’m going to do… I’ll give you this contract after your match tonight if you win.”
“Easy” HFH replied snappily
“However, we’re going to add a few conditions into this match… Firstly, If you get disqualified, that’s it however, it will be imposiible for your opponent to be disqualified. This means… He can use a steal chair on you and you can’t use it on him. Also… You are banned froom using the super kick, the swantom AND the flip piledriver. Jon, you better go and announce all this. And you’d probably get a better reaction if you say that an EAW contract is on the line.”
Jon ran off as he knew he was the first to publicly announce EAW’s return to 120 people. He also knew that this would make megabucks if HFH won. He would claim he started the HFH return to EAW. Pain looked at HFH who had a look of disbelief and smiled smugly.
“Good luck” He left to make sure he got a good view of HFH’s impossible task.
HFH stood and stared at the door and could hear Jon Daly’s murmurs through the building announcing all of the stipulations and heard the crowd go wild for EAW. For the first time, HFH didn’t believe in himself.
2013 Denver, Colorado
In a small community centre in the outskirts of Denver, a small independent wrestling show was taking place. It wasn’t anything special it was only a small show where a grandmother would take their grandson to watch wrestling at an affordable price.
The hour long show was run by a very intelligent promoter. His name was Jon Daly. Jon knew it all. He could tell you about ANY wrestler past, present, main stream, or indy. People would often wonder why a huge corporation like NWW wouldn’t sign him up. Many outspoken fans said that he could’ve saved EAW before its demise. The truth was, he couldn’t work for anyone, or a better way to put it, he wouldn’t. He just wasn’t a man who could work under someone’s supervision. He was much his own man and that’s why he never had a roster, a logo, or even much money. His full time job was at a gas station. Running the independent shows every other week was fuelled only by passion.
The match card in Denver on July 24th was special. Not only was there going to be 100 people there (This was a big crowd compared to the usual 30) but there was a special guest wrestler taking part in this show. Daly had signed up a few independent wrestlers for the show as usual. They would get $20 and a bit of wrestling knowledge from Daly. After the show, you may or may not see Daly again. It would depend on if he was putting another show on and wanted to sign you up again. The special part of this show was the main event.
After EAW’s demise, HFH refused to sign for another company. Instead, he took the money he had and lived up the dream lifestyle for as long as he could. After six months he couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t because he was short on money but because he longed for the crowd cheering and feeling the air run through your hair while half way through a 450 splash. Even though he wanted to return to the ring, he stuck to his word of not signing for a big company and decided to work for himself.
He toured the USA working for 20 and 30 bucks a night. It brought him back to the days when he was just starting out. Before long, he had every indy promoter on the phone and had to reject a lot due to double bookings. Then he couldn’t believe his luck. When Jon Daly offered him the chance he bit his hand off. The only time he could recall such a feeling was when EAW wanted him 2 years before. HFH said he never even wanted pay but just to learn from Daly was enough.
Soon it became the day where HFH would meet Jon Daly. The community centre was packed with 123 people.( Apparently 23 people had snuck in to see HFH) Every wrestler had looked to the big white board with bold writing on it to see who they were facing and when. A lot of the men grumble of where on the card they were but some were happy. The room filled with wrestlers who were already geared up was loud with laughter and conversation. The door opened and the room filled with silence. High Flying Hardcore walked slowly through the door carrying a heavy bag in his right hand. He closed the door behind him and looked out into the crowd of men looking at him.
“Well, how is everyone this evening? I’m looking forward to this” He said with a smile. The room the restarted their conversations and HFH looked up at the white board. He wasn’t surprised to find himself in the main event as he has found himself there in almost every indy show. He was in the main event against a wrestler called Kane Hemmings. Kane was in the other side of the room in a dark corner wearing all dark clothes. His head pointed towards the ground and his eyes looked up staring a hole right through HFH. High fly gave a smug smile back to indicate that he was anything but scared
After a wrestler finished their match they would hit the shower and then collect their money. Hemmings had left the room and the second last match was in progress. HFH sat alone in the room with his thoughts. For some unknown reason, EAW kept clouding his thoughts. He was in deep memories of ‘Retribution’ and other pay per views when the door opened and gave him a scare. Jon Daly, a small and chubby man, dressed in a suit came through the door “Am I up now?” asked HFH is a confident tone “No, but I came to see you in the flesh and to tell you that we can have our chat after your match. The main reason why I’m hear though, Alex, is there’s someone hear to see you, I think that if I let him in, you won’t do the show for me tonight.” Daly said calmly
“Well, who is it?”
“Well, if I told you that, you would want to see him and then you wouldn’t do the show.” Daly said. His voice was calm as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. He sounded like he had wisdom.
“I promise you Mr.Daly… I’m here to learn. No matter who is on the opposite end of the door, I will perform tonight.” HFH was beginning to get confussed with what Daly was saying and wondered who he was talking about. Daly shook his head and yelled
“Pain!!” The door opened and in came TJ Pain, dressed in a black suite and black shades. He carried a small brief case. He approached HFH, who stood up, and shook his hand. He then took the shades off “Long time no see” Pain said with a arrogant smile. Again, HFH was confussed to what he was doing here. “It is, yeah, but what do you want?” HFH asked impatiently “I’m not going to full around here” Pain explained quickly and ignorantly
“I’ve got other places I’d rather be so I’ll make this quick. I’m re-opening EAW and all it’s glory. Personally, I don’t care if you want to come back but there’s a lot of board members who think we’ll make money if you come back.”
He opened his brief case and took out a small pile of papers that were stapeled together and waved it in front of HFH’s face.
“This is the contract they drew up for you. It’s very simple. It’s exclusive, meaning you can’t work anywhere else while under the contract. It’s a basic salary with tittle bonuses but I’ll let you do the reading.” He put his hand out for HFH to take but before HFH’s hand got the paper he pulled his hand sharply away and looked up at HFH’s eyes and smiled smugly.
“I don’t want you in EAW, High Fly,” Pain said slowly “So here’s what I’m going to do… I’ll give you this contract after your match tonight if you win.”
“Easy” HFH replied snappily
“However, we’re going to add a few conditions into this match… Firstly, If you get disqualified, that’s it however, it will be imposiible for your opponent to be disqualified. This means… He can use a steal chair on you and you can’t use it on him. Also… You are banned froom using the super kick, the swantom AND the flip piledriver. Jon, you better go and announce all this. And you’d probably get a better reaction if you say that an EAW contract is on the line.”
Jon ran off as he knew he was the first to publicly announce EAW’s return to 120 people. He also knew that this would make megabucks if HFH won. He would claim he started the HFH return to EAW. Pain looked at HFH who had a look of disbelief and smiled smugly.
“Good luck” He left to make sure he got a good view of HFH’s impossible task.
HFH stood and stared at the door and could hear Jon Daly’s murmurs through the building announcing all of the stipulations and heard the crowd go wild for EAW. For the first time, HFH didn’t believe in himself.
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