Post by High Flying Hardcore on Aug 18, 2013 7:13:55 GMT -5
[To recap on ‘Part 1’…. HFH was wrestling in an independent show for Jon Daly for free. HFH just wanted to learn from arguably the most knowledgeable man in wrestling. Just before his match, TJ pain met him in the locker room and offered him an EAW contract. He was forced to do this through the board of directors but then explained he never wanted HFH in EAW and added a few stipulations. He would only get the contract is he won his match on that night… Easy? Well in this match, his opponent was fighting under no DQ rules but HFH could easily be DQed. The cold and most unfair stipulation was in fact that he was not allowed to use any of his three finishers, the swantom, the super kick, or the flip piledriver.]
TJ Pain left to get himself a decent seat of HFH’s impossible task. Jon Daly announced all the stipulations which drew the crowd’s interest even further.
“And now, introducing from Chicago Illinois, Frank Dark!!!”
A man dressed in all black with skin as pale as milk walked down the short walk way to the ring. The gothic character had a sadistic smile as he walked as he knew that he had a chance to put away a former top star.
“And his opponent… From Glasgow, Scotland… The human highlight… This.is. High Flying Hardcore!”
The crowd cheered the loudest that they had all night as HFH walked slowly to the ring with a fake smile on his face. If there was anything that he believed more in than fighting, it’s giving the fans what they paid to see, and these fans had paid to see the HFH that was in EAW and that meant smiling and just being entertaining in general. Inside, he was down. He was disheartened for the very first time. He entered the ring and posed for the loud crowd. *DING DING DING*
The match began and HFH was focused. This was the biggest match of his career so far. To him, this was more important than the TV tittle match, the tag team tittle match, and the extreme championship match all together. This was for the ultimate goal. A new contract in EAW. A chance for re-birth and perhaps with more experience, get him higher in the card than what he was in his last run. All these thoughts rushed through his head as he sized Dark up. The two men approached each other. HFH raised his hand so Dark could grab for a test of strength. Dark raised his hand towards HFH’s but before it touched, he pulled away and quickly kicked HFH low and as hard as he could. Right in the genitals!!!
The under handed tactics continued throughout the match. HFH would try to form some sort of attack but would be cut off with an eye poke of a low blow. Soon enough, the fight took to the outside which lead to more violence in the shape of steel chairs. Dark hit HFH four or five times before realising the referee was counting. He knew that HFH could be counted out but he couldn’t. That’s where his tactics changed. He climbed on to a half conscious HFH and held his hands and legs down.
The count got six and seven before HFH realised what Dark was doing. He tried to wrestle free until he realised that the angle where Dark was on top meant the ref couldn’t actually see HFH’s face. Out of nowhere, he spat right in the face of Darkness and ran into the ring. He was followed quickly and darkness went straight to the referee to complain and try and get HFH disqualified.
As Dark complained to the ref he didn’t realise that HFH was behind him and out of nowhere, HFH tried an old school roll up. 1!!....2!!....3!!! HFH sprung up in surprise at how he had nearly no offense yet still pinned his opponent.
“And that’s the difference between a pro… AND A LOSER!” He shouted as he got his hand raised.
Jon Daly who had sat at ring side for the whole match entered the ring and announced the winner. As soon as he had finished HFH snatched the microphone out of his hand and loked out to the crowd. The music stopped and the crowd quietened down.
“TJ!!” HFH shouted down the mic and pointed into the crowd “TJ, I’ll be seeing you back stage for the contract in a second… D’ya know everyone… all these stipulations and rules tonight… They were made by TJ pain. EAW wanted me back but he never. This selfish, selfish man tried his best to keep me out of his oh so precious company by making this match near impossible. I was lucky that my opponent was nothing but an amateur and can’t kick out of a simple school boy.” He walked to the other side of the ring and faced the ramp where Frank Dark was standing listening in. “You really do suck don’t ‘ya Frank. You used low blows, eye pokes, and steel chairs yet you still can’t put me away.” He then turned to face the crowd again and noticed that TJ pain was not where he once was standing “Goths are really quite pathetic, aren’t they!”
As his back was turned, Dark ran into the ring to blind sight HFH. He got about a meter away from him but without even looking, HFH superkicked behind him and caught Dark right under the chin, causing his neck to snap back. And land flat on his back. The crowd cheered and erupted
“Thank you Denver… You’ve been terrific” HFH then dropped the mic and his music started playing as he left the ring and the fans left the small community center. HFH went backstage to secure his contract form TJ Pain…..
P.S. Sorry for the late post guys, I fucked up when trying to save the file. I wrote about 3 quarters of it the thought I saved it but never. Therefore, I had to write it all again.
TJ Pain left to get himself a decent seat of HFH’s impossible task. Jon Daly announced all the stipulations which drew the crowd’s interest even further.
“And now, introducing from Chicago Illinois, Frank Dark!!!”
A man dressed in all black with skin as pale as milk walked down the short walk way to the ring. The gothic character had a sadistic smile as he walked as he knew that he had a chance to put away a former top star.
“And his opponent… From Glasgow, Scotland… The human highlight… This.is. High Flying Hardcore!”
The crowd cheered the loudest that they had all night as HFH walked slowly to the ring with a fake smile on his face. If there was anything that he believed more in than fighting, it’s giving the fans what they paid to see, and these fans had paid to see the HFH that was in EAW and that meant smiling and just being entertaining in general. Inside, he was down. He was disheartened for the very first time. He entered the ring and posed for the loud crowd. *DING DING DING*
The match began and HFH was focused. This was the biggest match of his career so far. To him, this was more important than the TV tittle match, the tag team tittle match, and the extreme championship match all together. This was for the ultimate goal. A new contract in EAW. A chance for re-birth and perhaps with more experience, get him higher in the card than what he was in his last run. All these thoughts rushed through his head as he sized Dark up. The two men approached each other. HFH raised his hand so Dark could grab for a test of strength. Dark raised his hand towards HFH’s but before it touched, he pulled away and quickly kicked HFH low and as hard as he could. Right in the genitals!!!
The under handed tactics continued throughout the match. HFH would try to form some sort of attack but would be cut off with an eye poke of a low blow. Soon enough, the fight took to the outside which lead to more violence in the shape of steel chairs. Dark hit HFH four or five times before realising the referee was counting. He knew that HFH could be counted out but he couldn’t. That’s where his tactics changed. He climbed on to a half conscious HFH and held his hands and legs down.
The count got six and seven before HFH realised what Dark was doing. He tried to wrestle free until he realised that the angle where Dark was on top meant the ref couldn’t actually see HFH’s face. Out of nowhere, he spat right in the face of Darkness and ran into the ring. He was followed quickly and darkness went straight to the referee to complain and try and get HFH disqualified.
As Dark complained to the ref he didn’t realise that HFH was behind him and out of nowhere, HFH tried an old school roll up. 1!!....2!!....3!!! HFH sprung up in surprise at how he had nearly no offense yet still pinned his opponent.
“And that’s the difference between a pro… AND A LOSER!” He shouted as he got his hand raised.
Jon Daly who had sat at ring side for the whole match entered the ring and announced the winner. As soon as he had finished HFH snatched the microphone out of his hand and loked out to the crowd. The music stopped and the crowd quietened down.
“TJ!!” HFH shouted down the mic and pointed into the crowd “TJ, I’ll be seeing you back stage for the contract in a second… D’ya know everyone… all these stipulations and rules tonight… They were made by TJ pain. EAW wanted me back but he never. This selfish, selfish man tried his best to keep me out of his oh so precious company by making this match near impossible. I was lucky that my opponent was nothing but an amateur and can’t kick out of a simple school boy.” He walked to the other side of the ring and faced the ramp where Frank Dark was standing listening in. “You really do suck don’t ‘ya Frank. You used low blows, eye pokes, and steel chairs yet you still can’t put me away.” He then turned to face the crowd again and noticed that TJ pain was not where he once was standing “Goths are really quite pathetic, aren’t they!”
As his back was turned, Dark ran into the ring to blind sight HFH. He got about a meter away from him but without even looking, HFH superkicked behind him and caught Dark right under the chin, causing his neck to snap back. And land flat on his back. The crowd cheered and erupted
“Thank you Denver… You’ve been terrific” HFH then dropped the mic and his music started playing as he left the ring and the fans left the small community center. HFH went backstage to secure his contract form TJ Pain…..
P.S. Sorry for the late post guys, I fucked up when trying to save the file. I wrote about 3 quarters of it the thought I saved it but never. Therefore, I had to write it all again.
