Post by Harold Campbell on Mar 22, 2010 0:40:36 GMT -6
Hardcore Harry is backstage. This is just after the show as everyone is packing up and ready to go home. Harry is instead sleeping on his bag. Usually a bag of tacks as a comfy pillow. Drool hangs out of his mouth as he moans in his sleep. Screaming names, moaning as if he's being tortured or having a very good time with someone wife who will be unnamed. Harry rolls around, performing acts which would blind all kinds of people. He wakes up all sweaty and throws the bag of tacks at the wall.
Harry: DAMNIT!!! Kole... I thought you were my friend. You paid me, I know friends pay each other to have their company. But what happened tonight. Well it felt like you did more. I felt violated... I felt as though I should go upstairs and file a report. Instead I went to sleep.... You screwed me buddy. I had to dream about you screwing me and not me screwing them guys. While his wifey looked on from the table. You screwed me and I don't like being screwed by men. In a literal sense not actually.... Screwed. This match was going to stamp my name in the books. I would have became a household name in ncw just like I did elsewhere. Two world champions in one night.... I would have destroyed them but you let me down. I cried alittle when it hit me. I shed a tear down my face when it hit me. When that bell rang and I was all confused... disoriented... ****ED UP!!!! That steve... adam.... got one over on me and you. But more you.
Harry picks up the sack of tacks and rips it open. He throws a fit and acts like a child. Probably less mature then most of the kids that watch ncw. He stomps and breaks on the tacks with his barefeet. He slams his fist into the wall.... he then punches a referee... in the shoulder. He runs away upset and crying.
Harry: Disappointment in you. I knew I could do it but I figured you were a good friend of mine. Now your just a disappointment to me. We knew each other for how long? Years... who's counting. Not me, Not I. I don't care anymore, you can have that on your conscience not I. Next sunday, I can make up for his faults. I can do it in a bigger impact. I can beat adam knite down. For some reason he has it out for me. Sure.... I dangled his preggo wife over the edge of a 10 foot high truck. Sure.... I could have dropped her. But she was precious... sensitive to my touch.... she smelled good. Plus, I would never drop her unless I was given the signal. As you can see, her real knight and shining armor came out adam. Why hate me? What I did was expose the real threat. What I did was expose the homewrecker that is steve awesome. You worry about me putting my hands on your wife? Worry about steve, he's the one that sleeps in the same house as her. He's the one that probaby watches her sleep. I'm just a simple man.
He kicks alittle things around. Flips a bench and eats a ham sandwich he finds laying at the bottom of some locker.
Harry: I just do what I'm told. If that's dangling her to a possible unfortunate demise.... then so be it. Atleast I'm not a sexual predator praying on fat preggo former world champion wifes. I'm the good guy in all of this. But if you must take offensive to one thing I did and overlook everything he has probably down over the months in the same house as her. Then so be it. I will gladly do what must be done. I will gladly take your face and stamp my fist into it. Since I guess that's going to be the only way to make my mark permanent in ncw.
Harry enjoys the sandwich. He pulls out a wad of hair from the middle but continues eating it. Thumbs up to whoever left it, it's filling his appetite up quite nicely.
Harry: Maybe when this is all done. You... me.... kelly... the baby... we can all go out and get some food. Or you could stay home with the baby and let me get a crack at what every man desires. Atleast let me get some before steve comes in and ruins her for everyone else. Or not.... just thought I bring it up. I can't really piss you off anymore, I already did my worst. Mentally..... physically is a whole other thing. Sunday you will be on hand to partake in the phenomenon. I'll see you later. I'll see you later ham sammy... so good.
Harry throws down the rest of the sandwich. Doesn't even attempt to chew it, he just swallows. Throws a few pieces of people on the floor, just above the tacks. He goes back to sleep, possibly to dream on. Fade out.
Harry: DAMNIT!!! Kole... I thought you were my friend. You paid me, I know friends pay each other to have their company. But what happened tonight. Well it felt like you did more. I felt violated... I felt as though I should go upstairs and file a report. Instead I went to sleep.... You screwed me buddy. I had to dream about you screwing me and not me screwing them guys. While his wifey looked on from the table. You screwed me and I don't like being screwed by men. In a literal sense not actually.... Screwed. This match was going to stamp my name in the books. I would have became a household name in ncw just like I did elsewhere. Two world champions in one night.... I would have destroyed them but you let me down. I cried alittle when it hit me. I shed a tear down my face when it hit me. When that bell rang and I was all confused... disoriented... ****ED UP!!!! That steve... adam.... got one over on me and you. But more you.
Harry picks up the sack of tacks and rips it open. He throws a fit and acts like a child. Probably less mature then most of the kids that watch ncw. He stomps and breaks on the tacks with his barefeet. He slams his fist into the wall.... he then punches a referee... in the shoulder. He runs away upset and crying.
Harry: Disappointment in you. I knew I could do it but I figured you were a good friend of mine. Now your just a disappointment to me. We knew each other for how long? Years... who's counting. Not me, Not I. I don't care anymore, you can have that on your conscience not I. Next sunday, I can make up for his faults. I can do it in a bigger impact. I can beat adam knite down. For some reason he has it out for me. Sure.... I dangled his preggo wife over the edge of a 10 foot high truck. Sure.... I could have dropped her. But she was precious... sensitive to my touch.... she smelled good. Plus, I would never drop her unless I was given the signal. As you can see, her real knight and shining armor came out adam. Why hate me? What I did was expose the real threat. What I did was expose the homewrecker that is steve awesome. You worry about me putting my hands on your wife? Worry about steve, he's the one that sleeps in the same house as her. He's the one that probaby watches her sleep. I'm just a simple man.
He kicks alittle things around. Flips a bench and eats a ham sandwich he finds laying at the bottom of some locker.
Harry: I just do what I'm told. If that's dangling her to a possible unfortunate demise.... then so be it. Atleast I'm not a sexual predator praying on fat preggo former world champion wifes. I'm the good guy in all of this. But if you must take offensive to one thing I did and overlook everything he has probably down over the months in the same house as her. Then so be it. I will gladly do what must be done. I will gladly take your face and stamp my fist into it. Since I guess that's going to be the only way to make my mark permanent in ncw.
Harry enjoys the sandwich. He pulls out a wad of hair from the middle but continues eating it. Thumbs up to whoever left it, it's filling his appetite up quite nicely.
Harry: Maybe when this is all done. You... me.... kelly... the baby... we can all go out and get some food. Or you could stay home with the baby and let me get a crack at what every man desires. Atleast let me get some before steve comes in and ruins her for everyone else. Or not.... just thought I bring it up. I can't really piss you off anymore, I already did my worst. Mentally..... physically is a whole other thing. Sunday you will be on hand to partake in the phenomenon. I'll see you later. I'll see you later ham sammy... so good.
Harry throws down the rest of the sandwich. Doesn't even attempt to chew it, he just swallows. Throws a few pieces of people on the floor, just above the tacks. He goes back to sleep, possibly to dream on. Fade out.