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Post by Spazz on Jun 21, 2008 1:11:56 GMT -5
Freaky for the last three hours has been pounding away on a punching hung up in his and Yugo's locker room. Freaky has been laying into the bag with such force, his knuckles have been worn raw and a few of them are bleeding. He stops the bag from swaying and wipes some sweat from his eyes. He looks at his bleeding knuckles and shook his head and went over to the table and dabbed some alcohol on them.
Freaky groaned and went over to his mini-fridge and brought out a half empty Rolling Rock and downed it in one large gulp and tossed the bottle away. Freaky walked over and picked up his kendo stick and heard the door open as Yugo and Melissa walked in. Freaky walked up to Yugo and held the kendo stick out for him to take.
Freaky: Hit me.
Yugo: What?
Freaky: You heard me. Hit me!
Yugo: What's wrong with you?
Freaky now turned and offered the kendo stick to Melissa.
Freaky: HIT ME!!!
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Post by AJ Riles on Jun 21, 2008 2:07:26 GMT -5
Melissa takes the kendo stick and, donning a sick grin on par with Yugo's own, she makes a twirling motion with one finger. Freaky turns around and lets out a breath before closing his eyes. Melissa winds up and swings the stick.
Even Yugo winces, as Freaky's eyebrows quiver, and a quiet, squealing, groan escapes his bitten lips. Melissa yanks the stick down, the tip cracking against the concrete between his legs. Freaky's hand twitches a few times.
"Gh...again..." Freaky whimpers, as Melissa winds up again, cackling in an uncharacteristic manner.
"Oh, ho ho ho! I LOVE playing stick ball!" A loud crack rings out, and Freaky emits another squealing groan, slightly louder this time, and followed by a whimper. Again, Yugo winces in sympathy with Freaky.
Freaky inhales before speaking again. "A...nother...please..." Melissa's grin grows wider as she winds up once again. On this swing, though, Yugo reaches out and stops the kendo stick with his hand.
"Melissa, that's enough. God, that hurts just WATCHING it..." Yugo groans as Melissa releases the stick and shrugs.
"He asked, and I obliged." Melissa grins. Yugo shakes his head and shudders.
"Now, what is this all about?"
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Post by Spazz on Jun 21, 2008 2:24:50 GMT -5
Freaky growled and his growling slowly rose into a roar as he punched the brick wall of the locker room, letting the blood flow from his knuckles again.
Freaky: He beat me. That hardcore wanna-be beat me!
Freaky clutched his fist with such force that blood flowed from in-between his fingers.
Freaky: And didn't just beat me in a normal match. He beat me in one of the matches that made my career!! Before AWF went mainstream, I was a seven time Hardcore Champion! SEVEN TIMES, YUGO!!! A Hardcore Legend is not supposed to lose to a wanna-be! I'm gonna drag that little punk to hell and back!!
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Post by AJ Riles on Jun 21, 2008 2:38:44 GMT -5
Yugo, for the first time in recent memory, shows a worried expression. "Look, we all have bad nights. ALL of us." Yugo looks to Melissa then jerks his head toward Freaky. Melissa pulls off one of her gloves before touching her palm to Freaky's forehead.
"I'm not sure if it's the anger or the beating on the punching bag, but you could get sick, or possibly even injured, if you keep this up." Melissa wipes off her hand before pulling her glove back on.
"Look, I can talk to Johnny and get you a night or two off if you want..." Yugo suggests, the both of them looking genuinely concerned.
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Post by Spazz on Jun 21, 2008 2:55:40 GMT -5
Freaky: 'A night or two off'? No, Yugo. That's not what I want. What I want is that little fucknut at Hell On Earth!! But this time, he's gonna be going against a different Freaky. I didn't become a Hardcore Legend by playing by the rules and I'm sure as hell not going to stop no.
Freaky put his bloody hand on the wall and began to drag it across, leaving bloody finger trails following his hand.
Freaky: What that kid doesn't see is the writing on the walls. I was a King of Hardcore when he was doing basic algebra in high school. If he believes himself to be the King of Hardcore now, then I'm going to become the Hardcore God!! And I don't care what I have to do to my body, I am going to see that kid BLEED!!
Freaky punched the wall again.
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Post by AJ Riles on Jun 21, 2008 3:13:33 GMT -5
A loud smack rings out, and Freaky goes dead quiet as Melissa gasps. Yugo has just backhanded Freaky. Yugo's concerned look turns to an angry glare.
"I KNOW that you're upset about this, but mark my words, nothing can be accomplished in a fit of rage. Now, if you don't get a hold of yourself, you will be forced to." Yugo's eyes narrow. "Is that UNDERSTOOD?"
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Post by kingofhardcore on Jun 25, 2008 5:11:33 GMT -5
They are both shocked to hear a knocking at the door of the locker room, Yugo walks over to investigate and opens the door to reveal Renegade stood smiling, his green dreads pulled back into a loose pony tail his black KoH T-Shirt torn and stained with hair dye....
R: Is Freaky in here?
Y: Ye but you don't wanna see him right now.....
From the back freaky yells....
F: WHO IS IT?
Y: Listen man, you better scram, if he find you right now i'm not sure i wil be able to control him.....
R: FREAKY......
Freaky stomps towards the door his Kendo stick in his hand....
R: I just wanted to say that ye i beat you, well done me......but you took me pretty close, i mean thats as close as anyone gets in a TLC to me.....So if you want, you namethe time the place and the match and i will gladly step into the ring again with you...you are truely a Hardcore Legend.....
Renegade holds out his hand to Freaky for him to shake.......
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Post by Spazz on Jun 25, 2008 20:48:52 GMT -5
Freaky obviously looks stunned at the gesture of the young man. He looked at Renegade's outstretched hand like he was weighing his options but he eventually reached out and shook Renegade's hand.
Freaky: Back in the ring huh? Well there's a nice pay per view coming up called Hell On Earth and a match which happens to be my favorite, a match known as a Mayhem Arsenal match. No rules, no limits, all weapons open. What do you say?
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Post by kingofhardcore on Jun 26, 2008 4:22:38 GMT -5
Renegade thinks about this for a second....
R: Mayhem Arsenal....no rules...no Limits......hey i am all about that man, you got yourself a deal!
Renegade turns and walks away....
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Post by Hazeone-Supreme on Jun 28, 2008 16:03:57 GMT -5
As Renegade walks out, he passes Reaper Killer. They look at each other for a moment with a silent stare.
Reaper Killer Then Takes out his list of AWF names and observed it. After inspecting the list Reaper Killer looks at Renegade and smiles.
"Good Luck!" He says with a bit of sarcasm. He then puts his list in his pocket turns and walks down the hall.
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