Post by hardy on Sept 16, 2007 21:58:17 GMT -5
Time: Unknown
Place: An empty WGWF arena
The camera fades into an empty arena. The ring is set, the chairs are all lined up, the stage is being constructed. Inside the ring is a steel chair. We see A new face in the WGWF walk through the gate and turn around to look up at the stage. He stands there almost in awe, then turns to face the ring. It's been all decked out with WGWF logos. He walks to the edge of the stage as the workers are going frantically, seemingly behind schedule. He notices a ladder to the left of him and smiles. He walks over and descends the ladder, jumping off and landing on his feet from about half way up. He turns and heads to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring. He walks around, checking all the turnbuckles. He starts to run, checking to make sure the ropes are secured tightly. He starts taking bumps to make sure the mat was done right...then he sits in the chair.
Hardy: It's been a while...One year, four months, three weeks, and three days. An even five hundred days since I was last inside a wrestling ring. The last time was neither my best nor favorite. It was a Triple Threat Ladder match for the Heavyweight Title. I went in as the smallest participant. I should have known better. In the week leading up to the event, my long-time partner and, I thought, friend took a turn for the worse. He attacked me. It was bloody and violent, a sneak attack. He shattered a twenty-seven inch television screen over my head, threw me through a wall, and beat me with a reinforced steel cane. By the time he was done, he had snapped four of my ribs, broke both of my cheek bones, broke my nose and broke my right orbital bone. I went into the match without a shirt. I had exposed to the world that my ribs were bruised and everybody knew about the bones in my face. I also went in that night with a fully protective face mask on. During the course of that match I was thrown off the top of the ladder to the outside of the ring three different times. The first time I crashed through a single table and to the floor. The second time I crashed through a stack of two tables and landed on the bottom portion of the steel steps. It must have been the adrenaline flow that kept me going because it was at that point I blacked out.
Hardy slides out of the ring and goes under the apron. He pulls out a twenty foot painters ladder. He slides it into the ring and goes in after it. He sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and climbs up the rungs, stopping about half way up.
Hardy: The third time was the set-up to the finish. I was on a ladder, the same size as this. My two opponents were on a seperate ladder next to me. They pushed my ladder over, but somehow I managed to step over and join them...only I wasn't on a rung of the ladder. ((Hardy points down the the bar that runs from side to side of the ladder, used to lock the ladder open.)) I was on that bar. My opponents then proceeded to double team me. They slammed my face onto the top of the ladder, took my facemask off, and did it again. Then they both proceeded to simultaneously shove me off the ladder, through a burning tower of tables that I had set up only moments earlier. After that I lied motionless on the floor during the entire victory celebration, which lasted for the better part of 30 minutes. Only after the show was over and the fans had left did anybody bother to check on me. The EMT's that were on the scene rushed to my side and noticed that something was grimly wrong with me. I was lying there unconscious, not breathing. They strapped me in, the whole nine yards with the neck brace and back brace and all. They performed CPR on me for ten minutes before I finally came to. They explained to me what had happened and what was going to happen. They said that they weren't getting much oxygen into me so they would have to run extensive tests.
Hardy slowly comes off the ladder and sits back in the chair.
Hardy: They ran all of their tests and came back to me with the results. I had broken three more ribs, my cheek bones were completely shattered now, and my orbital had been broken clean through, when before it was a mere hairline fracture. Oh, and the reason the EMT's couldn't get oxygen into me...a collapsed lung. I ended up staying in that hospital for six months. I went through reconstructive surgery on my face once a week. I was physically a wreck. I ended up going through eight reconstructive surgeries before my face was somewhat normal again. They had to take fragments of bone out of my hips and arms to replace vital bone sections in my face that had been severely damaged. So, I spent four months actually recovering in that hospital bed. I had to learn how to eat again, I had to learn many different functions again. And to top it all off, about a month and a half after I was put in the hospital, while I was recovering from my fifth surgery, the owner of the federation called...they had to let me go. The company parted ways with me when all I had to pay the bills for my surgery was their pay. So, then I had to find a cheap hotel and work my ass off for close to a year with three different jobs to make the money to cover for the rest of my surgeries. And then one night I was watching TV in my hotel when I came across a new, strong-looking fed. They called themselves the World Global Wrestling Federation. I liked the way the workers went about things in the ring and I made some calls and now, here I am. Hardy has come to the WGWF, looking for action. I'm looking to use the WGWF to propel my popularity back to the point it was just a few weeks before that ever-so-faithful night. WGWF...Be warned. Hardy has come, and the Resurrection is upon your heads.
Hardy stands up and leaves the ring, climbing back up the ladder and onto the stage, exiting through the gate just as the workers are finishing the ramp construction. The scene fades to black.
Place: An empty WGWF arena
The camera fades into an empty arena. The ring is set, the chairs are all lined up, the stage is being constructed. Inside the ring is a steel chair. We see A new face in the WGWF walk through the gate and turn around to look up at the stage. He stands there almost in awe, then turns to face the ring. It's been all decked out with WGWF logos. He walks to the edge of the stage as the workers are going frantically, seemingly behind schedule. He notices a ladder to the left of him and smiles. He walks over and descends the ladder, jumping off and landing on his feet from about half way up. He turns and heads to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring. He walks around, checking all the turnbuckles. He starts to run, checking to make sure the ropes are secured tightly. He starts taking bumps to make sure the mat was done right...then he sits in the chair.
Hardy: It's been a while...One year, four months, three weeks, and three days. An even five hundred days since I was last inside a wrestling ring. The last time was neither my best nor favorite. It was a Triple Threat Ladder match for the Heavyweight Title. I went in as the smallest participant. I should have known better. In the week leading up to the event, my long-time partner and, I thought, friend took a turn for the worse. He attacked me. It was bloody and violent, a sneak attack. He shattered a twenty-seven inch television screen over my head, threw me through a wall, and beat me with a reinforced steel cane. By the time he was done, he had snapped four of my ribs, broke both of my cheek bones, broke my nose and broke my right orbital bone. I went into the match without a shirt. I had exposed to the world that my ribs were bruised and everybody knew about the bones in my face. I also went in that night with a fully protective face mask on. During the course of that match I was thrown off the top of the ladder to the outside of the ring three different times. The first time I crashed through a single table and to the floor. The second time I crashed through a stack of two tables and landed on the bottom portion of the steel steps. It must have been the adrenaline flow that kept me going because it was at that point I blacked out.
Hardy slides out of the ring and goes under the apron. He pulls out a twenty foot painters ladder. He slides it into the ring and goes in after it. He sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and climbs up the rungs, stopping about half way up.
Hardy: The third time was the set-up to the finish. I was on a ladder, the same size as this. My two opponents were on a seperate ladder next to me. They pushed my ladder over, but somehow I managed to step over and join them...only I wasn't on a rung of the ladder. ((Hardy points down the the bar that runs from side to side of the ladder, used to lock the ladder open.)) I was on that bar. My opponents then proceeded to double team me. They slammed my face onto the top of the ladder, took my facemask off, and did it again. Then they both proceeded to simultaneously shove me off the ladder, through a burning tower of tables that I had set up only moments earlier. After that I lied motionless on the floor during the entire victory celebration, which lasted for the better part of 30 minutes. Only after the show was over and the fans had left did anybody bother to check on me. The EMT's that were on the scene rushed to my side and noticed that something was grimly wrong with me. I was lying there unconscious, not breathing. They strapped me in, the whole nine yards with the neck brace and back brace and all. They performed CPR on me for ten minutes before I finally came to. They explained to me what had happened and what was going to happen. They said that they weren't getting much oxygen into me so they would have to run extensive tests.
Hardy slowly comes off the ladder and sits back in the chair.
Hardy: They ran all of their tests and came back to me with the results. I had broken three more ribs, my cheek bones were completely shattered now, and my orbital had been broken clean through, when before it was a mere hairline fracture. Oh, and the reason the EMT's couldn't get oxygen into me...a collapsed lung. I ended up staying in that hospital for six months. I went through reconstructive surgery on my face once a week. I was physically a wreck. I ended up going through eight reconstructive surgeries before my face was somewhat normal again. They had to take fragments of bone out of my hips and arms to replace vital bone sections in my face that had been severely damaged. So, I spent four months actually recovering in that hospital bed. I had to learn how to eat again, I had to learn many different functions again. And to top it all off, about a month and a half after I was put in the hospital, while I was recovering from my fifth surgery, the owner of the federation called...they had to let me go. The company parted ways with me when all I had to pay the bills for my surgery was their pay. So, then I had to find a cheap hotel and work my ass off for close to a year with three different jobs to make the money to cover for the rest of my surgeries. And then one night I was watching TV in my hotel when I came across a new, strong-looking fed. They called themselves the World Global Wrestling Federation. I liked the way the workers went about things in the ring and I made some calls and now, here I am. Hardy has come to the WGWF, looking for action. I'm looking to use the WGWF to propel my popularity back to the point it was just a few weeks before that ever-so-faithful night. WGWF...Be warned. Hardy has come, and the Resurrection is upon your heads.
Hardy stands up and leaves the ring, climbing back up the ladder and onto the stage, exiting through the gate just as the workers are finishing the ramp construction. The scene fades to black.