| (Well its time for another promo from the Hardcore Freak Avalanch. Although this time is a bit different from the normal promo. There is no glitz or glamour. We are not at his home in Chi Town. We are however in Chicago. We come to the city jail, that's right jail. The Freak is in lockdown. We come to the cell and there he is not dressed in Tommy jeans and a wife beater or a rock band t-shirt. He is in a blue jumpsuit. He has the top off and we see him sweaty due to him doing pull ups. As we see the muscles in his back bulge and come out you can visibly see in thug letter Hardcore Freak tattooed across his back. Soon a guard comes to his cell.) Guard: Yo Brice! You have a visitor. (Michael Brice AKA Avalanch (if you didn't guess it already.) puts his legs down and lets go of the bar and grabs his shirt and puts it on. The door opens and the guard puts on the cuffs and escorts him to the visiting room. Once there we see a man about 6'2 and 245lbs with slicked back blonde hair dressed in a suit and carrying a brief case is sitting at a table. Lanch takes a seat across from him.) Lanch: It's about time you showed up Jimmy. I was starting to worry. Jimmy: Mike you know I got your back, I didn't hear about it until a couple days ago I would have been here sooner but they delayed my flight and get here till late last night. (Jimmy Star agent to rock bands, rappers, and now pro wrestlers. He is known for his tough negotiating tactics, and is known to throw one hell of a right cross. Winning the Golden Gloves tourney on 3 occasions.) Lanch: I have been here for about 3 weeks now man. What in the hell have you been doing? Jimmy: Some tough deals I was trying to get a hold of you to tell you that you have a match this week. Lanch: A match? How the hell am I going to get out of here to do that? I can't just say oh guard you mind letting me out so I can be on TV and beat some poor dudes ass? Jimmy: Look I think I can get it taken care of man you may have to serve the rest of your sentence doing a lot of community service. Personal appearances and such but no pay. Lanch: That's fine I can handle that. How much jail time will I have to do? Jimmy: Well you have already had 3 weeks, hmm maybe 3 to 4 more weeks. What the hell did you do any way? Lanch: Man it was one big screwed up deal. I was at a club and there was some stupid shit going down and a fight broke out. I of course was getting right in there cause I love a good fight. Well it turns out one of the guys that I beat up was an off duty cop. (Jimmy's jaw drops and just about starts to laugh.) Jimmy: Are you shitting me? You busted up an off duty pig? Lanch: Oh yea laugh it up asshole. Man look forget about that shit who am I fighting this week. Jimmy: It's a tag match. You and uh�.Duke Alverez against a guy named Bobby Cage and Gladiator. Lanch: Oh I get brought into the mess with Alverez and Gladiator. Don't get me wrong I don't mind getting in the mix Gladiator cause I think I am one of the guys who can really test that big mindless goof. Hell I get put in jail for busting up a cop and this guy runs down the street mauls and kills like more people in 15 mins. Then Jason does through out his movie career. This guy should be put in prison or getting the chair or something. The guy is totally FUBAR. (Soon the guard comes in and tells them that time is up. Lanch shakes Jimmy's hand.) Lanch: Get stuff taken care of I want to get to this match. (Jimmy nods and they take Lanch back to his cell. He sits on his bed thinking.) Lanch: You know I don't know much about this Bobby Cage guy and you know what I don't really give a shit. He is just another notch in the long list of victims. Gladiator on the other hand, big man you have really caused some shit. I mean you busted out your cage and mauled every person that happened to walk into your path. You know Bears wonder from the forest and come in and maul some one you know what happens? They call the cops and the big goofy creature gets put on a very healthy led diet, and sent to the grave. Plus you killed a bunch of guys and girls for what really? Your 7'4 and you pick on elderly people. Lets see you pick on me. You think I am afraid of you and your mauling spree? I have had to take shits that were tougher then you. You can try and kill me all ya want, but I can tell ya what its not going to happen. Try as you might you won't get the job done cause you will be way to damn busy staring up at the ring lights courtesy of yours truly. Now unlike you when I get of this cage I am not going to hurt and destroy every one that happens to come up and say hi. Now lets face it I could if I really wanted to, but you see also unlike you I live in the real world. Not in some crazed world of fantasy and make believe where you can just kill any one you want and not pay for it. Face it Gladiator you're a big fucking comic book character. You remind me of a guy I dealt with back in XGWO. This guy was like 7 or 8 ft. tall weighed in at like 500lbs. He and his buddies had this training camp like it was a big X-Men convention. This guy was tossing red woods roots and all. This guy was supposed to be the biggest and the most mean. Even had a tough name, hell he even came from a society that was supporting bringing back the monarchy as the top way to be, except he was all about England. The guy's name was Lord Argyle. You know what I did to that mook and his little buddies. I beat them and sent them packing back to their Queen. Point I am trying to make here is that, you can be all big tough and indestructible. Hell why don't you go stand next to a Gamma Bomb and get the full effect? I will get on the horn and call Gen. "Thunderbolt" Ross, and you can start tossing tanks and cause so much havoc that you can get a group of elite soldiers and instead of calling them the "Hulk busters" we can have them be the TRG Incarceration Unit. I mean your slurred speech, the spitting and snarling. The extremely bad sentences your either the Tazmanian Devil, or the Hulk. Either way, we both know your no wrestler, and with that fact you're not going to beat me. (Lanch turns on the little TV in his cell. He doesn't cable but luckily he can catch some of the stuff going down on FHW. He watches a promo from Bobby Cage. It ended as quickly started. Lanch's jaw is about to hit the floor. Then he looks up shaking his head.) Lanch: Hey Cage do you realize that promo wasted 2 or 3 minutes of my life and do you realize that I will never get that back? Only thing that was missing was that you revealed to all of us your really Sean O'Hare and added "Hell I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Sheesh what a maroon. Look its going to be beat down time for you and your brainless partner. Now the thing is I am teaming up with Duke Alverez, and well I don't know. He is wild card; I mean could I trust him? Who knows? What I do know is this is going to be a fight. Will my career be on the line? No, not really it's a match. I am going to walk down that ramp and into that ring as 15 or 20 thousand ass's get out of their seat and cheer for The Hardcore Freak. A force, which no one has to contain cause I can control my temper, why? Its simple really I'm a man not 2 year old with the body of Frankenstein and a nasty speech impediment. Hey Caesar, get a lease on your kid before I turn him into street pizza. (Soon the guard comes in followed by Jimmy Star and Brandon Wise Avalanch's attorney.) Brandon: Hey looks like they went for it. You are out now you have to serve some community service and pay some fines. Jimmy: Yea now you can get back to the real gym instead of lifting your bed and shit. Hey uh�you didn't drop the soap did ya? (Lanch gives him a look and smacks him in the back of the head.) Lanch: Shut up! Lets just get out of here. (A few minutes later Lanch emerges with Brandon and Jimmy. Lanch is now dressed in his leather pants and a wife beater with a Spider-Man button up shirt. He shakes Brandon's hand and he gets in his BMW, while Lanch and Jimmy jump in the Stretch Navigator.) Lanch: Man its good to be out of there. I tell ya what I wouldn't want to be stuck like that for a long time. Hey send that cop a card and a case of Crys with my apologies ok? Jimmy: I will get right on it. Lanch did you catch that promo of Bobby Cage's? Lanch: Yea talk about a real piece of work. He is all sitting there talking about what Easter is really about. Well I tell ya man he can stuff himself with as many bunnies he can get his hands on. As far as I am concerned he has seen his last Easter. He is getting in the ring with The Freak. He needs to just stand on the apron and stick his thumb in his ass and let the Hulk err Gladiator do the work. Jimmy: What about your partner? Lanch: What about him? It's a tag match from what I have seen he can actually handle himself so I have no problems tagging him in. Besides those two have issues to work out. So I will let them do just that. I am there to just hurt some one it can be Cage if he truly wants to get in the ring with 7'2 350lbs wrecking machine, that's fine his funeral. Gladiator can try and mess with me and I will show him his keeper and the World that he is not as strong as he thinks he is. (Lanch turns on a TV in the limo. It's a Bobby Cage promo. He watches it Bobby is moving a friends furniture talks about being Gladdy's partner. Mentions the Duke, Alverez, that is. Yet not one mention of Avalanch. You can see he is a bit pissed off. He turns it off.) Lanch: Cage! Your walking into this match like a fool. Not even considering me a threat. I am a Legend in FHW. I am the guy who put new life in this company. Yet you don't even acknowledge that I am even in the match? Are you really that stupid? I am going to bust you up little man. I am going to wrap both my hands around your scrawny neck life you damn near 8ft. in the air and drop you right on your back. BOOM!! Your out like a light just like every one else has been when I dropped them with the Choke Bomb. Face it Cage your finished over, DONE! You will walk to the ring and leave the ring on a stretcher. (Lanch reaches into the mini fridge and gets himself a Bud. He pops the top and takes a drink.) Lanch: Jimmy I tell ya man I am sooo looking forward to this match. I am going to rape pillage and plunder FHW all over again. Starting with these two goofs. Duke Alverez I know what he is about and he seems to like carnage at least from what I gathered. So I say its going to be a good old fashioned blood bath. I am going to bring a lot of toys to the ring hammers, chairs, tables. Basicaly the tools of the trade. I am ready to feel the blood run down my face. That's right I said my face a match just isn't any fun if you aren't busted open. I am after all the Hardcore Freak. I am going to destroy those guys man. Jimmy: Lanch its going to be one hell of a match. Gladiator isn't right in the head. Lanch: I know that, but that's not going to stop me from kicking his teeth in. Well its time I end this little promo cause I can't wait to get home so I can take a shower. So TRG Cage I hope your ready cause at the end of that match you will know what you should FEAR THIS!! (The camera soon gets an outside shot of the limo as it speeds off, and the promo fades out.) (Well its time for another promo from the Hardcore Freak Avalanch. Although this time is a bit different from the normal promo. There is no glitz or glamour. We are not at his home in Chi Town. We are however in Chicago. We come to the city jail, that's right jail. The Freak is in lockdown. We come to the cell and there he is not dressed in Tommy jeans and a wife beater or a rock band t-shirt. He is in a blue jumpsuit. He has the top off and we see him sweaty due to him doing pull ups. As we see the muscles in his back bulge and come out you can visibly see in thug letter Hardcore Freak tattooed across his back. Soon a guard comes to his cell.) Guard: Yo Brice! You have a visitor. (Michael Brice AKA Avalanch (if you didn't guess it already.) puts his legs down and lets go of the bar and grabs his shirt and puts it on. The door opens and the guard puts on the cuffs and escorts him to the visiting room. Once there we see a man about 6'2 and 245lbs with slicked back blonde hair dressed in a suit and carrying a brief case is sitting at a table. Lanch takes a seat across from him.) Lanch: It's about time you showed up Jimmy. I was starting to worry. Jimmy: Mike you know I got your back, I didn't hear about it until a couple days ago I would have been here sooner but they delayed my flight and get here till late last night. (Jimmy Star agent to rock bands, rappers, and now pro wrestlers. He is known for his tough negotiating tactics, and is known to throw one hell of a right cross. Winning the Golden Gloves tourney on 3 occasions.) Lanch: I have been here for about 3 weeks now man. What in the hell have you been doing? Jimmy: Some tough deals I was trying to get a hold of you to tell you that you have a match this week. Lanch: A match? How the hell am I going to get out of here to do that? I can't just say oh guard you mind letting me out so I can be on TV and beat some poor dudes ass? Jimmy: Look I think I can get it taken care of man you may have to serve the rest of your sentence doing a lot of community service. Personal appearances and such but no pay. Lanch: That's fine I can handle that. How much jail time will I have to do? Jimmy: Well you have already had 3 weeks, hmm maybe 3 to 4 more weeks. What the hell did you do any way? Lanch: Man it was one big screwed up deal. I was at a club and there was some stupid shit going down and a fight broke out. I of course was getting right in there cause I love a good fight. Well it turns out one of the guys that I beat up was an off duty cop. (Jimmy's jaw drops and just about starts to laugh.) Jimmy: Are you shitting me? You busted up an off duty pig? Lanch: Oh yea laugh it up asshole. Man look forget about that shit who am I fighting this week. Jimmy: It's a tag match. You and uh�.Duke Alverez against a guy named Bobby Cage and Gladiator. Lanch: Oh I get brought into the mess with Alverez and Gladiator. Don't get me wrong I don't mind getting in the mix Gladiator cause I think I am one of the guys who can really test that big mindless goof. Hell I get put in jail for busting up a cop and this guy runs down the street mauls and kills like more people in 15 mins. Then Jason does through out his movie career. This guy should be put in prison or getting the chair or something. The guy is totally FUBAR. (Soon the guard comes in and tells them that time is up. Lanch shakes Jimmy's hand.) Lanch: Get stuff taken care of I want to get to this match. (Jimmy nods and they take Lanch back to his cell. He sits on his bed thinking.) Lanch: You know I don't know much about this Bobby Cage guy and you know what I don't really give a shit. He is just another notch in the long list of victims. Gladiator on the other hand, big man you have really caused some shit. I mean you busted out your cage and mauled every person that happened to walk into your path. You know Bears wonder from the forest and come in and maul some one you know what happens? They call the cops and the big goofy creature gets put on a very healthy led diet, and sent to the grave. Plus you killed a bunch of guys and girls for what really? Your 7'4 and you pick on elderly people. Lets see you pick on me. You think I am afraid of you and your mauling spree? I have had to take shits that were tougher then you. You can try and kill me all ya want, but I can tell ya what its not going to happen. Try as you might you won't get the job done cause you will be way to damn busy staring up at the ring lights courtesy of yours truly. Now unlike you when I get of this cage I am not going to hurt and destroy every one that happens to come up and say hi. Now lets face it I could if I really wanted to, but you see also unlike you I live in the real world. Not in some crazed world of fantasy and make believe where you can just kill any one you want and not pay for it. Face it Gladiator you're a big fucking comic book character. You remind me of a guy I dealt with back in XGWO. This guy was like 7 or 8 ft. tall weighed in at like 500lbs. He and his buddies had this training camp like it was a big X-Men convention. This guy was tossing red woods roots and all. This guy was supposed to be the biggest and the most mean. Even had a tough name, hell he even came from a society that was supporting bringing back the monarchy as the top way to be, except he was all about England. The guy's name was Lord Argyle. You know what I did to that mook and his little buddies. I beat them and sent them packing back to their Queen. Point I am trying to make here is that, you can be all big tough and indestructible. Hell why don't you go stand next to a Gamma Bomb and get the full effect? I will get on the horn and call Gen. "Thunderbolt" Ross, and you can start tossing tanks and cause so much havoc that you can get a group of elite soldiers and instead of calling them the "Hulk busters" we can have them be the TRG Incarceration Unit. I mean your slurred speech, the spitting and snarling. The extremely bad sentences your either the Tazmanian Devil, or the Hulk. Either way, we both know your no wrestler, and with that fact you're not going to beat me. (Lanch turns on the little TV in his cell. He doesn't cable but luckily he can catch some of the stuff going down on FHW. He watches a promo from Bobby Cage. It ended as quickly started. Lanch's jaw is about to hit the floor. Then he looks up shaking his head.) Lanch: Hey Cage do you realize that promo wasted 2 or 3 minutes of my life and do you realize that I will never get that back? Only thing that was missing was that you revealed to all of us your really Sean O'Hare and added "Hell I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Sheesh what a maroon. Look its going to be beat down time for you and your brainless partner. Now the thing is I am teaming up with Duke Alverez, and well I don't know. He is wild card; I mean could I trust him? Who knows? What I do know is this is going to be a fight. Will my career be on the line? No, not really it's a match. I am going to walk down that ramp and into that ring as 15 or 20 thousand ass's get out of their seat and cheer for The Hardcore Freak. A force, which no one has to contain cause I can control my temper, why? Its simple really I'm a man not 2 year old with the body of Frankenstein and a nasty speech impediment. Hey Caesar, get a lease on your kid before I turn him into street pizza. (Soon the guard comes in followed by Jimmy Star and Brandon Wise Avalanch's attorney.) Brandon: Hey looks like they went for it. You are out now you have to serve some community service and pay some fines. Jimmy: Yea now you can get back to the real gym instead of lifting your bed and shit. Hey uh�you didn't drop the soap did ya? (Lanch gives him a look and smacks him in the back of the head.) Lanch: Shut up! Lets just get out of here. (A few minutes later Lanch emerges with Brandon and Jimmy. Lanch is now dressed in his leather pants and a wife beater with a Spider-Man button up shirt. He shakes Brandon's hand and he gets in his BMW, while Lanch and Jimmy jump in the Stretch Navigator.) Lanch: Man its good to be out of there. I tell ya what I wouldn't want to be stuck like that for a long time. Hey send that cop a card and a case of Crys with my apologies ok? Jimmy: I will get right on it. Lanch did you catch that promo of Bobby Cage's? Lanch: Yea talk about a real piece of work. He is all sitting there talking about what Easter is really about. Well I tell ya man he can stuff himself with as many bunnies he can get his hands on. As far as I am concerned he has seen his last Easter. He is getting in the ring with The Freak. He needs to just stand on the apron and stick his thumb in his ass and let the Hulk err Gladiator do the work. Jimmy: What about your partner? Lanch: What about him? It's a tag match from what I have seen he can actually handle himself so I have no problems tagging him in. Besides those two have issues to work out. So I will let them do just that. I am there to just hurt some one it can be Cage if he truly wants to get in the ring with 7'2 350lbs wrecking machine, that's fine his funeral. Gladiator can try and mess with me and I will show him his keeper and the World that he is not as strong as he thinks he is. (Lanch turns on a TV in the limo. It's a Bobby Cage promo. He watches it Bobby is moving a friends furniture talks about being Gladdy's partner. Mentions the Duke, Alverez, that is. Yet not one mention of Avalanch. You can see he is a bit pissed off. He turns it off.) Lanch: Cage! Your walking into this match like a fool. Not even considering me a threat. I am a Legend in FHW. I am the guy who put new life in this company. Yet you don't even acknowledge that I am even in the match? Are you really that stupid? I am going to bust you up little man. I am going to wrap both my hands around your scrawny neck life you damn near 8ft. in the air and drop you right on your back. BOOM!! Your out like a light just like every one else has been when I dropped them with the Choke Bomb. Face it Cage your finished over, DONE! You will walk to the ring and leave the ring on a stretcher. (Lanch reaches into the mini fridge and gets himself a Bud. He pops the top and takes a drink.) Lanch: Jimmy I tell ya man I am sooo looking forward to this match. I am going to rape pillage and plunder FHW all over again. Starting with these two goofs. Duke Alverez I know what he is about and he seems to like carnage at least from what I gathered. So I say its going to be a good old fashioned blood bath. I am going to bring a lot of toys to the ring hammers, chairs, tables. Basicaly the tools of the trade. I am ready to feel the blood run down my face. That's right I said my face a match just isn't any fun if you aren't busted open. I am after all the Hardcore Freak. I am going to destroy those guys man. Jimmy: Lanch its going to be one hell of a match. Gladiator isn't right in the head. Lanch: I know that, but that's not going to stop me from kicking his teeth in. Well its time I end this little promo cause I can't wait to get home so I can take a shower. So TRG Cage I hope your ready cause at the end of that match you will know what you should FEAR THIS!! (The camera soon gets an outside shot of the limo as it speeds off, and the promo fades out.) |
 |