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The Hardcore Hooligan Johnny Damage
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Date Posted: 18:16:48 03/12/02 Tue
::The lights dim a bit in the arena as green and blue spotlights flash back and forth across the crowd, getting a bit of a stir as to see who's possibly coming out. On the titantron scenes of riots, buildings being destroyed, and people fighting flash across the screen, before a single still shot of a skull with crossing bottles behind it remains on the screen. At almost the exact same time the P.A. stirs to life::
P.A. 1, 2, 3, 4!!!!!!
::"Hardcore Hooligan" by the business screams throughout the arena the fans rising up to cheer for the newly crowned Hardcore champion. And within a moment's notice there he is standing at the top of the ramp, Hardcore title slung over his shoulder, singapore cane raised high above his head, the ever present half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in the other hand. Many cuts and gashes are all over his face from the brutality received as well as given the night before. He remains still for a moment soaking in the atmosphere of the crowd, before beginning his march down to the ring, stopping for a moment and offering a slug of his JD to a woman that caught his eye, pouring a mouthful down her throat before continuing on, throwing his title into the ring before sliding under the bottom rope, immediatly getting up to his feet, setting the bottle down to pick up the title raising that and the singapore cane over his head in the middle of the ring, that sneer never leaving his lips once. He slings the title back over his shoulder and calls for a mic, a stagehand immediatly tossing it up to him::
HH: How the hell are ya WCHW!?
::The fans erupt in a volley of cheers for the obvious cheap pop::
HH: I would do the it's great to be here bit, but hell I forgot where the hell I am...Maybe you can tell me.
::The crowd fires back with "NEW YORK F'N CITY!!!"::
HH: Heh that's what I thought...well before I get sidetracked I got a few things to get offa my chest. First of all...
::He grins and pats the Hardcore title slung over his shoulder::
HH: I told ya so...
::The crowd roars with approval as the Hooligan takes a walk around the edge of the ring before coming back to the center, bringing the mic back up to his mouth::
HH: I told Mr. Softcore, I told those other two guys I worked over in that 4 Way Dance last night, and I told all of you WCHW fans that I would show you what Ultraviolence is all about, that I am the true Hardcore Icon of this place. And whatta ya know? My first match and I bring home the belt...Just goes to show you never count me out of anything even if I am one of the smallest competitors.
::he grins and sets his singapore cane down, instead picking up the Jack Daniels, taking a large gulp of the alcohol before continuing on::
HH: However I didn't count on a few things in that second match that brought my World Title Shot to a close...Like sobering up before the match was one...Another one that didn't end it was that double team with Designated Hitter...And two things that did end it...That big fuckin bastard Hatebreed, and this other chick Kali McKenzie...
::The crowd cheers at the mention of Hatebreed and Kali, The man who got over the Hooligan, and the woman who finished the job. The Hooligan sees this and grins.::
HH: Yeah I think she's pretty hot too...As a matter of fact I couldn't bring myself to kick out of it cause it's not everyday the Hooligan gets a hottie layin on him like that...Even if it was being put through a table and smashed with glass...I swear it turned me on.
::The crowd murmurs a bit not really sure where he's goin with this, and he stands there for a moment letting the confusion settle in, slugging his booze a bit more before continuing::
HH: But I suppose that's another story...Anyways, Hatebreed! You may be one big bastard, sadistic, and powerful all rolled up into one explosive package, but I don't really give a rats ass how bad you are...Cause I'm badder...I'm better...I'm Hardcore.
::He raises the title up into the air once again grinning a bit sadistically showing that he will not be intimidated by anyone in the WCHW::
HH: Hatebreed...Kali McKenzie...Mr. Softcore...Fuck I don't even give a damn who I have to face. I issue an open challenge to the WCHW...Don't care what kinda match, don't care what kinda stipulations, and hell I don't care how many people I gotta face...So if you think yer Hardcore, and if you think you can last in the ring with the Ultraviolent then please, I'm begging you...Come take my title.
::He raises his bottle up and grins::
HH: Here's to Hardcore...Cheers!
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