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Subject: The Beginning of the End

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The Hardcore Hooligan Johnny Damage

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Date Posted: 15:36:11 03/05/02 Tue

::The setting is that of an alleyway, the camera man making his way down, the light of the world seeming to dim around him a bit. The figure was leaned up against the side of the alley, a cigarette rested between those constantly sneering lips, a bottle of half empty Jack Daniels in hand, his singapore cane set next to him::

HH: The WHCW...Hardcore...I heard this was the place to be, that Ultraviolence had found it's home here...

::He smirks a bit at that and takes a swill off the bottle of JD, ashing his cig off to the side.::

HH: But you know what? I don't see it nowhere, except when I look in a mirror. All these kids here wanna call themselves Hardcore. They pick up a strand of barbed wire, and a chair and think they've been through the shit...

::He drags his cigarette and shakes his head a bit::

HH: But you haven't seen Hardcore yet, you've never felt true Ultraviolence...Maybe you all shouldn't have been shouting it out, trying to represent what you can't possibly understand...Because now...

::He grins wide as he slams off the rest of the JD, in almost the same motion bringing the bottle to his forhead, the crash of glass ringing clear as it shattered across his face, the next few seconds being that of the many cuts brought out, blood slowly seeping across his face::

HH: Yer all fucked...

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