Post by Harold Campbell on Apr 7, 2010 22:00:22 GMT -6
Harry hasn't been heard from much. The last few weeks he has rode things out, let them happen as they happen. Other then the match last week, he has been unseen. People who have come across someone fitting his description have been reported hurt or disposed of. They can't recall what happened or refuse to. That was then, this is now. NCW has reported to a diner where police are lined up outside. A man causing a disruption to others is inside. He's beating up on someone but we can't confirm. There seems to be only one mess... one table with a mirror sitting in front of it. A man with a bloody hand, dirty shirt, and sweating uncontrollably. Confirmation has come through that this man is hardcore harry. That he apparently has been going at it with another man all night. Someone that isn't even there... someone named harold campbell. He seems to only exist infront of him, in the form of a reflection.
Harry: I thought I got rid of you. I ruined your ego, abused your friend, and basically picked you out of my head like a booger. Yet... you sit here and try to voice your opinion.
Ha.... see harry this is how it all starts. You get a few victories here and there, big victories. Former champions fall to your feet and then you all of sudden lose it. You disappear, you get dropped off the main cards. You drift away... not paying attention just showing up and picking up a check no matter what. Ruining whatever chance you had to contend here. Losing whatever chance to have yourself matter again... two loses in a row double into four losses. That triples.... disappointment strikes continually. Within a snap of the finger, you don't matter anymore. No one even recognizes you.... you're just a fat slob hanging around backstage.
Harry: I see... voicing your opinion is the one thing I loved about you harold. Though you're wrong, you're always wrong. Why you think I had to pick up the pieces and do my thing. You just loved everyone here and wanted to be their friends. Well stroking the heads of this company gets you no where. Pissing people off.... that is something different harold. Pissing off the right people gets you opportunities faster and that's what I'm doing. Big deal... adam knite got lucky. Those two joes last week didn't even put up much a fight, I just didn't feel like making a statement then and there. Sure angel was in the match.... I'll get him next time when I have the right feeling inside me. But hey....
Harry drinks his coffee and immediately spits it at the mirror. There is no alcoholic taste to it. It's as if he was being poisoned without even knowing it. As he looks up and sees the stain across the face of harold campbell's chest. It leaks into a crack on harold's face. He smirks knowing harry hates the taste of pure coffee. This is when he goes nuts by jumping across the table and grabbing him across his neck. He's squeezing the life out of him before he just outright dies.... or the mirror shatters into little pieces. As it falls out of the diner booth.
Harry: I shattered what was left of a guy that never wanted to leave. He will no longer be bothersome. He will not make my choices or berate me infront of those who matter. He is just in pieces and I hope his rest is relaxing. Because bigger things are ahead. Things need to be proven. I have some restraint that needs to put on hold. People upstairs are crazy these days. They know I'm kinda off.... they know I can do things that wouldn't be right for this company. Yet... they do it anyways and try to test shallow waters. Maybe even having senior moments. Not thinking right, putting matches together without wondering the ultimate consequence.
Harry stands up, he steps on what is left of harold campbell. Shattering the glass in even smaller pieces. Looking at his body... his arms... his hands. Clinching his hands as if he wants to take more life out of someone else.
Harry: Book me where ever you want. I will show up, any place and any time. I will show you the mistakes you have made and make sure you never come close to doing that again. Though the more times you book me, I'm just going to find other ways to exploit even the littlest of mistakes. This week you put me in a hardcore match. You decided that maybe this man who stands across the ring has the chance to shut me up. Or maybe your trying to cut costs in ncw... risking talent to make stars.... risking life for my career...
WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!!!!
But I know you care nothing about this guy. You care nothing about the family he may have or his part in the ncw family. His loss will not cast a shadow over the company. He is merely thrown in there to distract me from other things. Other people I may have more time to invest in. Afterall, there is someone holding life in her belly that decided to screw me. The whore seed of the owner, she is not forgotten. As I now invest time in this new distraction. Freake, that's all you will be for me. Distracting me for future goals from future success. It's an important task for you, everyone hopes you don't let them down. I hope you don't let me down, the last thing I need to think about is getting distracted by the distraction.
Harry heads to the door. Cops are outside holding their guns waiting for harry to come out. He looks confident, why?
Harry: I have had some bad luck. Shattering this mirror, however it got here, probably doesn't help me here. I will get another break, it won't cost me years of bad luck. Snapping freake in half, tearing him a new asshole is for the good. It will balance the universe out, good luck is a coming. I broke free from harold, I will break free on suspense. It's going to be no surprise, no suspense. People will be pissed but I take luck however I can. The next dosage could be different. Maybe more thought will go into it next time. Maybe the next guy won't be drawn from a hat.... maybe the pool won't be based on who will be leased missed. Maybe.... is all this booking staff has when it comes to me. You throw them in, you better not miss them. I'm leaving them a mess, either on their face or in their underpants. Either way, sunny days are ahead for me. I will walk around the backstage area with a smile so bright. Knowing not even a freake can withstand my punishment. Hopefully he can withstand the punishment ncw dealt him because I honestly can't explain that to him.
Harry pushes the door open and gets ready to step outside.
Harry: Good luck is nothing I have to hope for freake. Unlike other brawlers, I don't think. I just do what I have to get out of these situations. It's not my fault I can walk by them without them knowing what hit them.
COPS: GET HIM!!!!!!
Harry: Whoa... the guy you're looking for is still in there. He's on the ground in pieces, I took him out.
Everyone is looking around. Waitresses are talking with each other not sure if this is the guy they seen. The cooks are yelling in a different language. So the cops aren't sure. They still hold their weapons drawn at harry until another waitress comes up to the cops. Whispers in their ear....
Cop 1: Get over here... quick.....
Harry runs... well tries to run. Takes about two minutes to make 15 steps over to the cops.
Cop 1: HURRY!!! There is a psycho in there damnit.
Waitress: Yeah the guy was definetly taller... I didn't get a good look at him but he was speaking in a more calm voice. This guy was actually trying to calm him down. Yeah... yeah... he's definetly still in there.
Cop 1: Ok ma'am. Sir, where exactly is this suspect? Sir... sir?!?!?
The cop looks around, as hardcore harry is now no where to be seen. They rush in the diner only to see a mirror smashed against the floor. A bloody mess in the middle of the pieces but no other suspect to be found.
OOC: first time in years that I accidentally deleted my rp when I was typing it in the reply box. Had to write a new one....
Harry: I thought I got rid of you. I ruined your ego, abused your friend, and basically picked you out of my head like a booger. Yet... you sit here and try to voice your opinion.
Ha.... see harry this is how it all starts. You get a few victories here and there, big victories. Former champions fall to your feet and then you all of sudden lose it. You disappear, you get dropped off the main cards. You drift away... not paying attention just showing up and picking up a check no matter what. Ruining whatever chance you had to contend here. Losing whatever chance to have yourself matter again... two loses in a row double into four losses. That triples.... disappointment strikes continually. Within a snap of the finger, you don't matter anymore. No one even recognizes you.... you're just a fat slob hanging around backstage.
Harry: I see... voicing your opinion is the one thing I loved about you harold. Though you're wrong, you're always wrong. Why you think I had to pick up the pieces and do my thing. You just loved everyone here and wanted to be their friends. Well stroking the heads of this company gets you no where. Pissing people off.... that is something different harold. Pissing off the right people gets you opportunities faster and that's what I'm doing. Big deal... adam knite got lucky. Those two joes last week didn't even put up much a fight, I just didn't feel like making a statement then and there. Sure angel was in the match.... I'll get him next time when I have the right feeling inside me. But hey....
Harry drinks his coffee and immediately spits it at the mirror. There is no alcoholic taste to it. It's as if he was being poisoned without even knowing it. As he looks up and sees the stain across the face of harold campbell's chest. It leaks into a crack on harold's face. He smirks knowing harry hates the taste of pure coffee. This is when he goes nuts by jumping across the table and grabbing him across his neck. He's squeezing the life out of him before he just outright dies.... or the mirror shatters into little pieces. As it falls out of the diner booth.
Harry: I shattered what was left of a guy that never wanted to leave. He will no longer be bothersome. He will not make my choices or berate me infront of those who matter. He is just in pieces and I hope his rest is relaxing. Because bigger things are ahead. Things need to be proven. I have some restraint that needs to put on hold. People upstairs are crazy these days. They know I'm kinda off.... they know I can do things that wouldn't be right for this company. Yet... they do it anyways and try to test shallow waters. Maybe even having senior moments. Not thinking right, putting matches together without wondering the ultimate consequence.
Harry stands up, he steps on what is left of harold campbell. Shattering the glass in even smaller pieces. Looking at his body... his arms... his hands. Clinching his hands as if he wants to take more life out of someone else.
Harry: Book me where ever you want. I will show up, any place and any time. I will show you the mistakes you have made and make sure you never come close to doing that again. Though the more times you book me, I'm just going to find other ways to exploit even the littlest of mistakes. This week you put me in a hardcore match. You decided that maybe this man who stands across the ring has the chance to shut me up. Or maybe your trying to cut costs in ncw... risking talent to make stars.... risking life for my career...
WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!!!!
But I know you care nothing about this guy. You care nothing about the family he may have or his part in the ncw family. His loss will not cast a shadow over the company. He is merely thrown in there to distract me from other things. Other people I may have more time to invest in. Afterall, there is someone holding life in her belly that decided to screw me. The whore seed of the owner, she is not forgotten. As I now invest time in this new distraction. Freake, that's all you will be for me. Distracting me for future goals from future success. It's an important task for you, everyone hopes you don't let them down. I hope you don't let me down, the last thing I need to think about is getting distracted by the distraction.
Harry heads to the door. Cops are outside holding their guns waiting for harry to come out. He looks confident, why?
Harry: I have had some bad luck. Shattering this mirror, however it got here, probably doesn't help me here. I will get another break, it won't cost me years of bad luck. Snapping freake in half, tearing him a new asshole is for the good. It will balance the universe out, good luck is a coming. I broke free from harold, I will break free on suspense. It's going to be no surprise, no suspense. People will be pissed but I take luck however I can. The next dosage could be different. Maybe more thought will go into it next time. Maybe the next guy won't be drawn from a hat.... maybe the pool won't be based on who will be leased missed. Maybe.... is all this booking staff has when it comes to me. You throw them in, you better not miss them. I'm leaving them a mess, either on their face or in their underpants. Either way, sunny days are ahead for me. I will walk around the backstage area with a smile so bright. Knowing not even a freake can withstand my punishment. Hopefully he can withstand the punishment ncw dealt him because I honestly can't explain that to him.
Harry pushes the door open and gets ready to step outside.
Harry: Good luck is nothing I have to hope for freake. Unlike other brawlers, I don't think. I just do what I have to get out of these situations. It's not my fault I can walk by them without them knowing what hit them.
COPS: GET HIM!!!!!!
Harry: Whoa... the guy you're looking for is still in there. He's on the ground in pieces, I took him out.
Everyone is looking around. Waitresses are talking with each other not sure if this is the guy they seen. The cooks are yelling in a different language. So the cops aren't sure. They still hold their weapons drawn at harry until another waitress comes up to the cops. Whispers in their ear....
Cop 1: Get over here... quick.....
Harry runs... well tries to run. Takes about two minutes to make 15 steps over to the cops.
Cop 1: HURRY!!! There is a psycho in there damnit.
Waitress: Yeah the guy was definetly taller... I didn't get a good look at him but he was speaking in a more calm voice. This guy was actually trying to calm him down. Yeah... yeah... he's definetly still in there.
Cop 1: Ok ma'am. Sir, where exactly is this suspect? Sir... sir?!?!?
The cop looks around, as hardcore harry is now no where to be seen. They rush in the diner only to see a mirror smashed against the floor. A bloody mess in the middle of the pieces but no other suspect to be found.
OOC: first time in years that I accidentally deleted my rp when I was typing it in the reply box. Had to write a new one....