Post by Harold Campbell on Jan 30, 2010 23:13:41 GMT -6
Harold peels out his 87' Ford Pickup in front of the arena. His attempt to look cool has seemed to work. Everyone is staring at him, more in the you're a moron sense. He grabs his bag of slaying goodies and heads to the entrance of the arena. Security stands there, pretty tight we must say. As they are looking through each and every bag that comes through. Then harold steps forward, one of the security guys get on his walkie and phone it in.
Security 1: We got him.
Harold: What seems to be the problem officers?
Security 2: We were told from the higher ups. That you, a man fitting your description would be trying to get in the building with illegal weapons. We are here to make sure this doesn't happen.
Harold: Illegal? I'm sure someone got there facts straight.
Harold, you're in trouble. I guess this is a good thing. You won't be accidentally killing in innocent person tomorrow night.
Harold: Shut up you.
Security 1: Who are you talking too?
Security 2: You best not have been speaking to me.
Security 1: No. We were warned of this, that he might become violent and start going all hardcore on us.
Harold holds his bag tight. They go for it.
Harold: I assure you. I have nothing that can do harm to a man.... only vampire.
Security 2: He's talking that weirdo talk already.
Security 1: We will mace you sir. Hand it over.
Harold: Fine... fine.... fine.... But just let mongo know. I will not stand for him treating me like a child.
Security 1: We will let ncw management know. But seeing as you will have weapons in your possession. I doubt they have to worry.
Security takes control of his bag and begin emptying it in front of him. Harold stands there and looks on.
Security 1: One bottle of opened alcohol.
Security 2: That's not alcohol... smells more like...
Security 1: Piss.... WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!
Harold: I wasn't sure if there was a manadatory drug test tonight. Needed to be prepared with fresh clean urine.
Security 1: Well we will let know ncw know that you wished to conceive them.
Security 2: The hell is this....
Security 1: Looks like a baby monitor?
Harold: Oh... I use that to here the spirits around me. I've been around a few people that have passed on. I can swear they're haunting me. You hear it.... MOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOOO
Nice one. Now you won't be in action tonight. They're going to suspend you... pretty much make you sit on your ass and eat away at that 6 month contract.
Security 2: Mooo? You sure that isn't the cow keychain you have?
Harold: NO!!!!!
Harold's keychain starts to mooooo and he tosses it away. They continue digging through the bag.
Security 2: WHAT IS THIS?
Security 1: Smells like a cherry pie. Well I guess we will hold on to that.
Harold: But....
Security 1: Who know who is allergic to it. Clearly a weapon of mass destruction to the locker room.
Ok... now that just isn't right. I think I should show myself and make them pay.
Harold: No. Stay back....
Security 1: He's talking funny again. Let's move this on.
Harold: I need my pills guys.
Security 2: NO! If they're in here, they belong to us for the moment.
Security 1: I really think we should give him his pills.
Security 2: Yak... yak... yak... that's all you do. Look what we have here... a few steel stakes. This is what we were informed about.
Harold: I think....
Security 2: And some liquid. Probably acid to blind your opponent.
Harold: Or holy water to keep the vampire back.... back... BACK I SAY!!!!!
One by one... all your tools of destruction will be taken away. Unless you allow me to take them out, so I can get me some of that cherry pie.
Harold: It's my cherry pie harry. MINE!!!
Security 2: First off it's security guard 2. second it's my pie now.
Security 1: Hey... I think we should really give him his pills.
Security 2: Garlic... What the hell? You really are a weird one mr. campbell. You know what... let's just keep this entire bag. I think you're pretty much to unstable to be holding the bag itself. You talk abuot vampires....
Harold begins twitching....
Security 1: GIVE HIM HIS PILLS!!!!!
Security 2: Fine... fine... but if this is some kind of exactsy.
Harold lunges out and grabs the pills. He swallows almost the entire bottle and calms down. Security decided harold should not be here, they send him on his way.
Harold: But....
Security 2: Come back tomorrow before the show. We will let you in and escort you out once it's over.
Harold: .....You're making a mistake. You're all making a terrible mistake. Sephiroth is a virus to this company, he will suck you all dry. He will take mongo out in a snap.
Security 2: There is no mongo here, it's Leonard Fox.
Harold: You see Sephiroth, you have all them fooled. They think it's an act.
It is an act.
Harold: It's not harry. Sephiroth is a vampire, he is dark and evil. Willing to eat this company alive. Thanks to "leo" I will not allow that. Thanks to the preshow, vampires in ncw will be no more.
If by vampires, you mean freaks who sit around and drink fake blood. Chit chatting like they have been alive for hundreds of years. Then fine. I'm with you... kill off these weirdo's.
Harold: You want to talk about my time? You want to refer to me as some wrinkled up old hag. NO! See I know pain, I feel pain when I walk. I feel pain when I talk. When I think of everything I have been put through.... when I think about the struggles in this business I have faced. I feel pain. But I look at you. Your long blonde hair... your stupid little cane.... I don't feel pain. I feel sorry for you. You have done months of building. Getting people to fear you.... I don't fear you Sephiroth. You may be a vampire.
He's not. He's just a guy who needed a job and wanted to separate himself from the rest of the roster.
Harold: I don't need stakes.... crosses... garlic.... holy water... I don't need any of those props. I have all I need right here. In these hands.... in this body.... in this head.... All I need to beat you is looking directly in your face. Well kinda in your face....
Good for you harold.
Harold: You want to compare me to a withered old lady? You want to end me like you ended her life.
He didn't end her life. I was just chatting with her on myspace last night.
Harold: DAMNIT!!!! I popped my medication and you still have a voice in what I say?
Sugar pills. Switched them out when you went to sleep.
Harold: DAMNIT! Just stop interrupting me. The fire that burns and wills me to continue, it's not set to expire. I will walk out on crutches before I give up.
Wrestled in a wheelchair before. Crutches... lame attempt at topping me, harold.
Harold: ......Thankfully I don't pay attention to time. If I did, who knows if I be standing here right now. I could be in my 50's.... time has just gone so fast. You want to decide my faith... my future.... you want to listen to my internal clock and hear what's left in my life. You think it's about to expire. You think I'm easy? You stick your mouth on my neck, be prepared to choke on your own blood.... teeth... skull... skin.... anything that gets in my way.
I applaud you. That was beautiful.
Harold: Be prepared sunday night. I may need you.
Harold gets back into his pickup. He looks in the side mirror and we see hardcore harry smiling back at him. As he pulls away and we fade out.
Security 1: We got him.
Harold: What seems to be the problem officers?
Security 2: We were told from the higher ups. That you, a man fitting your description would be trying to get in the building with illegal weapons. We are here to make sure this doesn't happen.
Harold: Illegal? I'm sure someone got there facts straight.
Harold, you're in trouble. I guess this is a good thing. You won't be accidentally killing in innocent person tomorrow night.
Harold: Shut up you.
Security 1: Who are you talking too?
Security 2: You best not have been speaking to me.
Security 1: No. We were warned of this, that he might become violent and start going all hardcore on us.
Harold holds his bag tight. They go for it.
Harold: I assure you. I have nothing that can do harm to a man.... only vampire.
Security 2: He's talking that weirdo talk already.
Security 1: We will mace you sir. Hand it over.
Harold: Fine... fine.... fine.... But just let mongo know. I will not stand for him treating me like a child.
Security 1: We will let ncw management know. But seeing as you will have weapons in your possession. I doubt they have to worry.
Security takes control of his bag and begin emptying it in front of him. Harold stands there and looks on.
Security 1: One bottle of opened alcohol.
Security 2: That's not alcohol... smells more like...
Security 1: Piss.... WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!
Harold: I wasn't sure if there was a manadatory drug test tonight. Needed to be prepared with fresh clean urine.
Security 1: Well we will let know ncw know that you wished to conceive them.
Security 2: The hell is this....
Security 1: Looks like a baby monitor?
Harold: Oh... I use that to here the spirits around me. I've been around a few people that have passed on. I can swear they're haunting me. You hear it.... MOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOOO
Nice one. Now you won't be in action tonight. They're going to suspend you... pretty much make you sit on your ass and eat away at that 6 month contract.
Security 2: Mooo? You sure that isn't the cow keychain you have?
Harold: NO!!!!!
Harold's keychain starts to mooooo and he tosses it away. They continue digging through the bag.
Security 2: WHAT IS THIS?
Security 1: Smells like a cherry pie. Well I guess we will hold on to that.
Harold: But....
Security 1: Who know who is allergic to it. Clearly a weapon of mass destruction to the locker room.
Ok... now that just isn't right. I think I should show myself and make them pay.
Harold: No. Stay back....
Security 1: He's talking funny again. Let's move this on.
Harold: I need my pills guys.
Security 2: NO! If they're in here, they belong to us for the moment.
Security 1: I really think we should give him his pills.
Security 2: Yak... yak... yak... that's all you do. Look what we have here... a few steel stakes. This is what we were informed about.
Harold: I think....
Security 2: And some liquid. Probably acid to blind your opponent.
Harold: Or holy water to keep the vampire back.... back... BACK I SAY!!!!!
One by one... all your tools of destruction will be taken away. Unless you allow me to take them out, so I can get me some of that cherry pie.
Harold: It's my cherry pie harry. MINE!!!
Security 2: First off it's security guard 2. second it's my pie now.
Security 1: Hey... I think we should really give him his pills.
Security 2: Garlic... What the hell? You really are a weird one mr. campbell. You know what... let's just keep this entire bag. I think you're pretty much to unstable to be holding the bag itself. You talk abuot vampires....
Harold begins twitching....
Security 1: GIVE HIM HIS PILLS!!!!!
Security 2: Fine... fine... but if this is some kind of exactsy.
Harold lunges out and grabs the pills. He swallows almost the entire bottle and calms down. Security decided harold should not be here, they send him on his way.
Harold: But....
Security 2: Come back tomorrow before the show. We will let you in and escort you out once it's over.
Harold: .....You're making a mistake. You're all making a terrible mistake. Sephiroth is a virus to this company, he will suck you all dry. He will take mongo out in a snap.
Security 2: There is no mongo here, it's Leonard Fox.
Harold: You see Sephiroth, you have all them fooled. They think it's an act.
It is an act.
Harold: It's not harry. Sephiroth is a vampire, he is dark and evil. Willing to eat this company alive. Thanks to "leo" I will not allow that. Thanks to the preshow, vampires in ncw will be no more.
If by vampires, you mean freaks who sit around and drink fake blood. Chit chatting like they have been alive for hundreds of years. Then fine. I'm with you... kill off these weirdo's.
Harold: You want to talk about my time? You want to refer to me as some wrinkled up old hag. NO! See I know pain, I feel pain when I walk. I feel pain when I talk. When I think of everything I have been put through.... when I think about the struggles in this business I have faced. I feel pain. But I look at you. Your long blonde hair... your stupid little cane.... I don't feel pain. I feel sorry for you. You have done months of building. Getting people to fear you.... I don't fear you Sephiroth. You may be a vampire.
He's not. He's just a guy who needed a job and wanted to separate himself from the rest of the roster.
Harold: I don't need stakes.... crosses... garlic.... holy water... I don't need any of those props. I have all I need right here. In these hands.... in this body.... in this head.... All I need to beat you is looking directly in your face. Well kinda in your face....
Good for you harold.
Harold: You want to compare me to a withered old lady? You want to end me like you ended her life.
He didn't end her life. I was just chatting with her on myspace last night.
Harold: DAMNIT!!!! I popped my medication and you still have a voice in what I say?
Sugar pills. Switched them out when you went to sleep.
Harold: DAMNIT! Just stop interrupting me. The fire that burns and wills me to continue, it's not set to expire. I will walk out on crutches before I give up.
Wrestled in a wheelchair before. Crutches... lame attempt at topping me, harold.
Harold: ......Thankfully I don't pay attention to time. If I did, who knows if I be standing here right now. I could be in my 50's.... time has just gone so fast. You want to decide my faith... my future.... you want to listen to my internal clock and hear what's left in my life. You think it's about to expire. You think I'm easy? You stick your mouth on my neck, be prepared to choke on your own blood.... teeth... skull... skin.... anything that gets in my way.
I applaud you. That was beautiful.
Harold: Be prepared sunday night. I may need you.
Harold gets back into his pickup. He looks in the side mirror and we see hardcore harry smiling back at him. As he pulls away and we fade out.