Post by Max f'n Daemon on Apr 29, 2018 18:01:51 GMT -5
A camera turns on. The first thing we see—as always—is Hawaiian Hardhead in a soundproof room. Black foam covers the walls as HHH steps back.
He breathes in…then out, before beginning to talk.
“This is the match I came back for. This is the reason I got out of retirement. This…is the match…I’ve been waiting for.
James Raven…I’ve got nothing but respect for you. You’ve sure as hell earned your spot in wrestling lore and more than that, you’ve earned every bit of accolade you’ve accomplished.
How could I not respect the guy who beat me soon after he debuted?
And ever since then, Raven, you’ve been sourin to the sky…never lookin back down at us little people.
While I…I’ve been standin where I’ve always been. Lookin around at nobodies with nothing but laughter surrounding me.
It’s never been easy, you know. It’s never been easy to want something so much, give your goddamn life for, and end up with nothing at all to your name. You wouldn’t know though. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to do in this business. Me? Between…retirements and injuries and…god knows what else, I’ve just been stuck in the same fuckin place, wonderin when the hell my turn would come.
I spent years in the XWF tryin to be the guy, tryin to be the champ. The farthest I ever got was the Hart Title and even then, it’s not like I wasn’t just a transition.
But you…it all came naturally to you. You just had to walk in and it seemed like everything just fell into your lap. I know you worked for it, and you earned it all, but it’s just…frustrating that a guy like you gets everything while a guy like me…well a guy like me gets next to nothing.
Not anymore.
I came out of retirement to call you out for this Legends Tour to prove myself. I’ve worked harder, faster, stronger than I ever have, all for the sole purpose of staring into your eyes and proving…that my name is not just a joke. To prove….that I deserve to go down in history under a spotlight. To prove…that I’m a legend.
You can say what you want…that’s fine. You’re certainly in a position to look down on me, and that’s fine, I honestly expect it. Just like I expect to be in the fight of my life against a guy like you.
But what you have to expect is not the same Hawaiian Hardhead you faced back on Impact. I’ve got a decade and more under my belt, and even more so, I feel like I’m in the prime of my life. I’m 40 fuckin years old and I feel better than ever.
Can you say the same, James?
Say what you want about my opponents—seriously, they’re garbage tier—but I’ve won the matches put in front of me.
You?
You put this fuckin thing together and you’ve still lost. Congratulations: you’re officially doin worse than me for once in your life.
And trust me, while I realize you’ve got more than enough ability to come out on top, I’m planning on taking advantage of whatever opportunity fate sends my way.
Because here’s the thing James. This isn’t like all those years in Impact. This isn’t like all my years in XWF. This isn’t like my time in PWE. This isn’t like my time in WGWF.
This is better than all of those times because I’m focused. I’m dedicated. I’m prepared.
And I’m ready.
I’m ready to walk down that aisle with “Heaven” playing on the PA.
I’m ready to step into that ring, give the crowd a bow, and look you straight into your eyes.
I’m ready to go toe to toe with one of wrestling’s best and hold my own.
I’m ready to pin you one-two-three and walk away certifying that I—am—a legend!
My name might not be anything but a joke but I’m prepared to do whatever I have to do to make sure my name goes down in history, not as a joke, not as a punch card, and not with disdain or disregard!
Hawaiian Hardhead is for real. Jack Hunter…is for real.
And through hell, high water, or even you, James Raven…I will walk away with everybody knowing that Hawaiian Hardhead is a fucking legend!
I wasn’t ready when I became the XWF Owner.
I wasn’t ready when I fought Eric Anderson ten times over.
I wasn’t ready when I held the Hart Title.
I wasn’t ready for Hell in a Cell with two crazy Japanese bitches.
I wasn’t ready for K-Money and some Kash Kicks.
I wasn’t ready for a new breed of XWF.
I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell WGWF brought to war.
But James…you’re gonna find out firsthand…that I’m more…than ready…for you.
It might’ve taken me almost 20 years but I know for a fact that if I’m gonna go down in history and finally prove my place, make my mark, and etch my name…it’s gonna start…with you.
And whether through a flock or through an army, I’m planning on adding another loss to your tour.
Because James…it doesn’t matter if I’m Jack Hunter, Jack Deathshot, or Hawaiian Hardhead…I’m gonna make sure you never forget what I’ve done to you. When you look back and you remember that fateful Monday…in Osaka, Japan…when you got your ass kicked…by this guy.
Quote the dumb-ass…forevermore.
And if you didn’t know my now, I didn’t—”
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The door to the soundproof slams open, revealing one of the armored soldiers.
“Sir! The Professor is calling for you!” he shouts.
Hardhead wipes some sweat from his brow. He walks up to the camera, shutting it off.
“I’ll be there in a moment. Go on and wait for me at the laser,” he says.
The soldier nods and rushes out. It takes Hardhead a few moments of catching his breath before rushing out of the room.
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“So…what exactly did you want to take about?” Hardhead asks.
A large, round mahogany table separates Hardhead from a white lab coat wearing man. A pair of green goggles sits around his neck while a wooden cane keeps him sturdy, his right hand clutching it.
“One of the main universes. A catastrophic amount of death has racked across the entirety of it. It’s such a cataclysmic event that we’re afraid one the prisoners we held there might have escaped in the confusion. I believe he has made the jump to Earth, in the prime universe,” the lab coat man says.
“Cool your jets Grandpa!” a voice shrieks.
Hardhead and the lab coat man glance over towards a spiky red-haired man in a grease-stained wifebeater and black pants. A pair of yellow goggles with red dizzy lines on them are on top of his head. The two see that he is screwing in some screws to a circular device with a large hole on it.
“With the portal almost done, there’s nowhere he can’t go that we can’t find,” the redhead says.
“What portal?” Hardhead asks, turning back towards lab coat man.
“A portal that will locate his exact location at all times. Before he was imprisoned we managed to insert an irremovable beacon that tracks him at all times. With this portal, we can see what he’s seeing and figure out where he is. Jack’s finishing it up now,” lab coat man says.
Hardhead lets a loud amount of breath release. After a few moments of silence—barring Jack’s working—the redhead himself backs up, throwing a wrench to the ground.
“Voila!” he says.
Jack grabs a nearby switch, throwing it down. The machine starts whirring, a red collection of sparks forming in the center. Eventually, those sparks become lighting, engulfing the entire hole in the circle. Before too long, it becomes clear.
“The portal is done! What we’re seeing here is exactly what he’s seeing,” Jack says.
“Who is this guy?” Hardhead asks.
“Noxurus. A former member of the council that got too powerful for his own good. He turned against us, and in return, we trapped him in a seemingly unbreakable prison,” lab coat man says.
“Hell of a prison there Paradox,” HHH remarks.
The three focus closely on the portal. The vision in the portal jumps up and down, walking quickly down a suburban street. Cars litter the side of the road while children and parents run inside their houses.
“Wait a minute…that’s Frank’s neighborhood,” Hardhead says.
He starts to back-up, maneuvering towards a door.
“Jack! Wait!” Paradox says.
Before he can finish, Hardhead exits the door.
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Thanks to the power of the council’s dimension, Hardhead exits the door, finding himself in a small hallway of a house.
Pictures of a Hardhead shaking hands with Frank and Frank with a woman lead credence to the fact that this is Frank’s house.
Hardhead rushes down the hallway, entering into a living room, lit only by the blue of the television still on. Sitting in a recliner is Frank, a hole in his chest and blood dripping out of it.
“Holy shit! Frank!” he calls.
Hardhead rushes up, holding on to Frank’s hand. Unfortunately, there is no response. In fact, the touch of Frank’s head is cold as Frank’s gaze focuses solely on the ceiling.
“Frank! No!” HHH yells.
Tears start falling down his cheeks. He clutches his brother’s face, holding his forehead to his own.
“Jack!” a voice yells.
HHH turns around and Chuck appears in the doorframe.
“Jack, we need to—”
Before he can finish, a sword finds its way through his chest.
“Chuck!” Hardhead shouts.
The sword exits, and Chuck falls to the door. Standing in the doorframe is a masked man with a black cloak, its hood up. Zippers litter his outfit with a chains hanging from portions of it.
The man turns his sword around before setting it down, right into the head of Chuck. He lets it go and the sword stays put.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Hardhead shouts.
HHH rushes towards him, but the man merely boots him in the gut, sending him flying against the opposite wall. A Hardhead-shaped dent in the drywall appears behind him.
The man grabs his sword, taking it out of Chuck’s head with a disgusting squelch sound.
HHH tries to stand, but the man points his sword at his neck. HHH falls back, glaring into the man’s mask.
“You must be Noxurus,” he says.
The masked man narrows his eyes.
“This was a warning. As the newest member of the Council it was also the easiest to get your attention. You’re too damn emotional,” the man says.
“Nice accent there. That Tamaranian? Vilgaxian? Cyclonian?” HHH asks
The sword is raised up before smacking HHH in the side of the head with it. He remains leaning against the wall, the blood from a cut on his cheek mixing with tears.
“You know my name but not who I am. In time, you will find out. However, in the time of waiting, I want you to give your Council a message: I will be collecting an army for revenge. Across all dimensions, all universes, all timelines, I will seek soldiers to fight. I will destroy this universe…much like they have destroyed mine,” Noxurus says.
He turns around, clutching his sword tight. He lifts it up, slashing the air, allowing a blue rift to form. The rift widens into a portal. He sheathes his sword into a scabbard on his back.
“I don’t think so…” Hardhead says.
He gets up, running towards Noxurus. He merely rolls his eyes, performing a spin kick to Hardhead that sends him to the floor. A hard punch rocks Hardhead, sending his head bouncing off the floor.
Noxurus turns back around, but Hardhead’s hand grips his cape, stopping him.
“Persistence is an annoying trait,” the man in the mask says.
“I know now…” a struggling HHH says.
A wad of bloody spit finds itself against the man’s black boot.
“…that accent…it’s gotta be Canadian,” HHH says.
The same black boot that now has a bloody loogie on it finds itself being kicked at HHH’s face, sending the dumb-ass back against the floor.
The bathroom door down the hall storms open. Jack exits it, wielding a weird, small crossbow…arrow, thing.
“Kazusu Atom!” Jack shouts.
Noxurus falls back, entering the portal and dodging the yellow blast that emits from the thing. The blast hits TV, which suddenly disappears once the blast evaporates. The blue portal closes, leaving Hardhead alone.
Jack runs up to him, putting the Atom on the floor. Jack examines Hardhead, trying to figure out the damage.
“Good job, you idiot. If you would’ve waited, I would’ve told you the portal has a delay on it,” Jack says.
“Fuck…Frank…Chuck…” HHH says.
The tears start coming back just as Paradox enters into the room.
“Don’t worry about telling us. Mourn all you need to. We heard it all on the portal. We’ll discuss the plan with the other Council members once you are ready. We’ll stop him, Mr. Hunter,” Paradox says.
The sounds of HHH’s wailing are heard as the scene fades to black.
He breathes in…then out, before beginning to talk.
“This is the match I came back for. This is the reason I got out of retirement. This…is the match…I’ve been waiting for.
James Raven…I’ve got nothing but respect for you. You’ve sure as hell earned your spot in wrestling lore and more than that, you’ve earned every bit of accolade you’ve accomplished.
How could I not respect the guy who beat me soon after he debuted?
And ever since then, Raven, you’ve been sourin to the sky…never lookin back down at us little people.
While I…I’ve been standin where I’ve always been. Lookin around at nobodies with nothing but laughter surrounding me.
It’s never been easy, you know. It’s never been easy to want something so much, give your goddamn life for, and end up with nothing at all to your name. You wouldn’t know though. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to do in this business. Me? Between…retirements and injuries and…god knows what else, I’ve just been stuck in the same fuckin place, wonderin when the hell my turn would come.
I spent years in the XWF tryin to be the guy, tryin to be the champ. The farthest I ever got was the Hart Title and even then, it’s not like I wasn’t just a transition.
But you…it all came naturally to you. You just had to walk in and it seemed like everything just fell into your lap. I know you worked for it, and you earned it all, but it’s just…frustrating that a guy like you gets everything while a guy like me…well a guy like me gets next to nothing.
Not anymore.
I came out of retirement to call you out for this Legends Tour to prove myself. I’ve worked harder, faster, stronger than I ever have, all for the sole purpose of staring into your eyes and proving…that my name is not just a joke. To prove….that I deserve to go down in history under a spotlight. To prove…that I’m a legend.
You can say what you want…that’s fine. You’re certainly in a position to look down on me, and that’s fine, I honestly expect it. Just like I expect to be in the fight of my life against a guy like you.
But what you have to expect is not the same Hawaiian Hardhead you faced back on Impact. I’ve got a decade and more under my belt, and even more so, I feel like I’m in the prime of my life. I’m 40 fuckin years old and I feel better than ever.
Can you say the same, James?
Say what you want about my opponents—seriously, they’re garbage tier—but I’ve won the matches put in front of me.
You?
You put this fuckin thing together and you’ve still lost. Congratulations: you’re officially doin worse than me for once in your life.
And trust me, while I realize you’ve got more than enough ability to come out on top, I’m planning on taking advantage of whatever opportunity fate sends my way.
Because here’s the thing James. This isn’t like all those years in Impact. This isn’t like all my years in XWF. This isn’t like my time in PWE. This isn’t like my time in WGWF.
This is better than all of those times because I’m focused. I’m dedicated. I’m prepared.
And I’m ready.
I’m ready to walk down that aisle with “Heaven” playing on the PA.
I’m ready to step into that ring, give the crowd a bow, and look you straight into your eyes.
I’m ready to go toe to toe with one of wrestling’s best and hold my own.
I’m ready to pin you one-two-three and walk away certifying that I—am—a legend!
My name might not be anything but a joke but I’m prepared to do whatever I have to do to make sure my name goes down in history, not as a joke, not as a punch card, and not with disdain or disregard!
Hawaiian Hardhead is for real. Jack Hunter…is for real.
And through hell, high water, or even you, James Raven…I will walk away with everybody knowing that Hawaiian Hardhead is a fucking legend!
I wasn’t ready when I became the XWF Owner.
I wasn’t ready when I fought Eric Anderson ten times over.
I wasn’t ready when I held the Hart Title.
I wasn’t ready for Hell in a Cell with two crazy Japanese bitches.
I wasn’t ready for K-Money and some Kash Kicks.
I wasn’t ready for a new breed of XWF.
I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell WGWF brought to war.
But James…you’re gonna find out firsthand…that I’m more…than ready…for you.
It might’ve taken me almost 20 years but I know for a fact that if I’m gonna go down in history and finally prove my place, make my mark, and etch my name…it’s gonna start…with you.
And whether through a flock or through an army, I’m planning on adding another loss to your tour.
Because James…it doesn’t matter if I’m Jack Hunter, Jack Deathshot, or Hawaiian Hardhead…I’m gonna make sure you never forget what I’ve done to you. When you look back and you remember that fateful Monday…in Osaka, Japan…when you got your ass kicked…by this guy.
Quote the dumb-ass…forevermore.
And if you didn’t know my now, I didn’t—”
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The door to the soundproof slams open, revealing one of the armored soldiers.
“Sir! The Professor is calling for you!” he shouts.
Hardhead wipes some sweat from his brow. He walks up to the camera, shutting it off.
“I’ll be there in a moment. Go on and wait for me at the laser,” he says.
The soldier nods and rushes out. It takes Hardhead a few moments of catching his breath before rushing out of the room.
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“So…what exactly did you want to take about?” Hardhead asks.
A large, round mahogany table separates Hardhead from a white lab coat wearing man. A pair of green goggles sits around his neck while a wooden cane keeps him sturdy, his right hand clutching it.
“One of the main universes. A catastrophic amount of death has racked across the entirety of it. It’s such a cataclysmic event that we’re afraid one the prisoners we held there might have escaped in the confusion. I believe he has made the jump to Earth, in the prime universe,” the lab coat man says.
“Cool your jets Grandpa!” a voice shrieks.
Hardhead and the lab coat man glance over towards a spiky red-haired man in a grease-stained wifebeater and black pants. A pair of yellow goggles with red dizzy lines on them are on top of his head. The two see that he is screwing in some screws to a circular device with a large hole on it.
“With the portal almost done, there’s nowhere he can’t go that we can’t find,” the redhead says.
“What portal?” Hardhead asks, turning back towards lab coat man.
“A portal that will locate his exact location at all times. Before he was imprisoned we managed to insert an irremovable beacon that tracks him at all times. With this portal, we can see what he’s seeing and figure out where he is. Jack’s finishing it up now,” lab coat man says.
Hardhead lets a loud amount of breath release. After a few moments of silence—barring Jack’s working—the redhead himself backs up, throwing a wrench to the ground.
“Voila!” he says.
Jack grabs a nearby switch, throwing it down. The machine starts whirring, a red collection of sparks forming in the center. Eventually, those sparks become lighting, engulfing the entire hole in the circle. Before too long, it becomes clear.
“The portal is done! What we’re seeing here is exactly what he’s seeing,” Jack says.
“Who is this guy?” Hardhead asks.
“Noxurus. A former member of the council that got too powerful for his own good. He turned against us, and in return, we trapped him in a seemingly unbreakable prison,” lab coat man says.
“Hell of a prison there Paradox,” HHH remarks.
The three focus closely on the portal. The vision in the portal jumps up and down, walking quickly down a suburban street. Cars litter the side of the road while children and parents run inside their houses.
“Wait a minute…that’s Frank’s neighborhood,” Hardhead says.
He starts to back-up, maneuvering towards a door.
“Jack! Wait!” Paradox says.
Before he can finish, Hardhead exits the door.
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Thanks to the power of the council’s dimension, Hardhead exits the door, finding himself in a small hallway of a house.
Pictures of a Hardhead shaking hands with Frank and Frank with a woman lead credence to the fact that this is Frank’s house.
Hardhead rushes down the hallway, entering into a living room, lit only by the blue of the television still on. Sitting in a recliner is Frank, a hole in his chest and blood dripping out of it.
“Holy shit! Frank!” he calls.
Hardhead rushes up, holding on to Frank’s hand. Unfortunately, there is no response. In fact, the touch of Frank’s head is cold as Frank’s gaze focuses solely on the ceiling.
“Frank! No!” HHH yells.
Tears start falling down his cheeks. He clutches his brother’s face, holding his forehead to his own.
“Jack!” a voice yells.
HHH turns around and Chuck appears in the doorframe.
“Jack, we need to—”
Before he can finish, a sword finds its way through his chest.
“Chuck!” Hardhead shouts.
The sword exits, and Chuck falls to the door. Standing in the doorframe is a masked man with a black cloak, its hood up. Zippers litter his outfit with a chains hanging from portions of it.
The man turns his sword around before setting it down, right into the head of Chuck. He lets it go and the sword stays put.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Hardhead shouts.
HHH rushes towards him, but the man merely boots him in the gut, sending him flying against the opposite wall. A Hardhead-shaped dent in the drywall appears behind him.
The man grabs his sword, taking it out of Chuck’s head with a disgusting squelch sound.
HHH tries to stand, but the man points his sword at his neck. HHH falls back, glaring into the man’s mask.
“You must be Noxurus,” he says.
The masked man narrows his eyes.
“This was a warning. As the newest member of the Council it was also the easiest to get your attention. You’re too damn emotional,” the man says.
“Nice accent there. That Tamaranian? Vilgaxian? Cyclonian?” HHH asks
The sword is raised up before smacking HHH in the side of the head with it. He remains leaning against the wall, the blood from a cut on his cheek mixing with tears.
“You know my name but not who I am. In time, you will find out. However, in the time of waiting, I want you to give your Council a message: I will be collecting an army for revenge. Across all dimensions, all universes, all timelines, I will seek soldiers to fight. I will destroy this universe…much like they have destroyed mine,” Noxurus says.
He turns around, clutching his sword tight. He lifts it up, slashing the air, allowing a blue rift to form. The rift widens into a portal. He sheathes his sword into a scabbard on his back.
“I don’t think so…” Hardhead says.
He gets up, running towards Noxurus. He merely rolls his eyes, performing a spin kick to Hardhead that sends him to the floor. A hard punch rocks Hardhead, sending his head bouncing off the floor.
Noxurus turns back around, but Hardhead’s hand grips his cape, stopping him.
“Persistence is an annoying trait,” the man in the mask says.
“I know now…” a struggling HHH says.
A wad of bloody spit finds itself against the man’s black boot.
“…that accent…it’s gotta be Canadian,” HHH says.
The same black boot that now has a bloody loogie on it finds itself being kicked at HHH’s face, sending the dumb-ass back against the floor.
The bathroom door down the hall storms open. Jack exits it, wielding a weird, small crossbow…arrow, thing.
“Kazusu Atom!” Jack shouts.
Noxurus falls back, entering the portal and dodging the yellow blast that emits from the thing. The blast hits TV, which suddenly disappears once the blast evaporates. The blue portal closes, leaving Hardhead alone.
Jack runs up to him, putting the Atom on the floor. Jack examines Hardhead, trying to figure out the damage.
“Good job, you idiot. If you would’ve waited, I would’ve told you the portal has a delay on it,” Jack says.
“Fuck…Frank…Chuck…” HHH says.
The tears start coming back just as Paradox enters into the room.
“Don’t worry about telling us. Mourn all you need to. We heard it all on the portal. We’ll discuss the plan with the other Council members once you are ready. We’ll stop him, Mr. Hunter,” Paradox says.
The sounds of HHH’s wailing are heard as the scene fades to black.