Post by mickey the butcher on Jul 10, 2020 23:41:00 GMT -5
The scene opens up Backstage where we see Mickey and he says what hell am I doing back" you ask well let Mickey tell you why I'm back" I'm back to whoop some ass and take names well I'm at it". I'm tired of people think creepy people can't do good well guess what I did" look at me now boys and girls. I am back with a vengeance better than ever and no one will stop me now" I promise you the Manble Clow will have another victim will soon" whoever you are b*" you better know who you are going up Agenist. I'm the most dangerous man in all of carnage today no one can hold a candle to my" violence that I do to people like you. Don't fight something you can't beat that where you missed up boy" you are in my ring and in my yard". And you don't want to get butcher by me in that match. Because I don't care how far I to go to get a Damm win against you". The revolution is coming and you found him" me Mickey the f* butcher". Then he pulls a cig and smoke it as blood and smoke comes from the bloody mouth of Mickey the butcher" this why I fight as continue to smoke to hurt people and enjoy it as well". Nothing will stop my conquest in Carnage from happening everyone will fear Mickey the f*" butcher one day will soon". You can't run and you can't hide from the butcher of carnage" become I always find who I'm looking for". As he smiles looking at picture of his opponent". This happens to people who get in the way" as he pulls out his lighter and burns the picture in flames as he start to Laugh demonically as blood come from his mouth.Your ass will belong to me "he yells at camera. I have nnothing to lose but everything to gain become I'm back and you're going to hell with me". Mickey the butcher forever and ever to come". If you want war with me well" then come get some of me". Because you will learn what it's like to lose everything and end up insane like me and everybody else" on the Damm roster who fear me" then he grabs the camera and says Mickey out as he leaves Area.
Post by anthonyleonhart on Jul 11, 2020 16:44:27 GMT -5
[We find Anthony Leonhart backstage and he learns that the match he'll have at Chaos 95 is a Triple Threat and that Mickey The Butcher and Harry Hampton will be his opponents. Not knowing who this Harry Hampton is, he focuses on Mickey The Butcher, whose name he heard briefly in backstage and decides to send him a message to show him his desire to succeed in the company even if it means having more scars on his body].
ANTHONY LEONHART : Mickey. The Butcher. So it's you. Finally, I'm going to face the terror at last that's what everyone would say. But what I see is a fallen and lonely soul. Nothing about you scares me, Mickey. I'm sorry to have to tell you this in person, but you don't intimidate me in any way. Do you think you intimidate people with your speech? Seriously, even a five-year-old can do better than you. Except he doesn't mean to. You want me to test your so-called Demonic Claw? Either you're stupid or you're doing it on purpose. I've been practicing for the submissions. That's why my '94 Chaos match didn't end in a tap out. You want to take your opponents to hell? That's what I thought... it's just another teenager who's "too dark" and has become so engrossed in his own malaise that he's put a mask over his face. That's great. Actually, what you're saying is just your hatred buried in your years of loneliness that you're pouring out now but since he's too afraid to do it on his own, his own shell...he's created a demonic shell and now he can say anything. I feel sorry for you Mickey, I really do...your mind games don't work on me. Do you know why that is? Because I faced Death and I looked him in the eye.
[Anthony sits on crates of Chaos stuff, backstage, making a desperate no with his head and then puts his hand in front of his eyes.]
So if you think your words are going to get to me, you've got another think coming. Too bad for you, but you're going to suffer your own hatred and die slowly like a piece of shit, a dark piece of shit. And you say you want to lead a revolution? Is that a hidden camera? How do you want to be the leader of a revolution when the light of your opponents dazzles you and you're buried in the darkness of the underworld? Your revolution leads there in your heart. Until you defeat this, you'll never beat anyone. Too perfect people do not exist, every being has his own uneasiness, his ills, his wounds, his injuries, and sometimes they have the stigmata on their bodies like me. Try to beat me at Chaos 95 if you want to but I warn you, Mickey. The Butcher won't be who you think he is. And I say it loud and clear, I'm gonna make you my obedient little dog. I'm going to prove to you that coming back from Death and finding the Light is far more dangerous than the deepest darkness.
[Anthony Leonhart raises his hood and looks up and the tattoo of crosses with swords reveals itself a little to the camera then he lowers his head and stares at the camera.] SEE YOU IN HELL. MICKEY THE BUTCHER.
Harry waited patiently yet nervously inside of the doctors office. This was his 10th visit this year and Harry was hoping not to hear what he seemed to always hear. NO.
He went from being on top of the world, to crash landing back to the bottom. Harry's home workout sessions were not good enough substitutions for actual wrestling.
"Everything is going to be fine honey... have some faith..." Terra said softly grabbing Harry's hand as she noticed the Scotsman becoming fidgety. Hospitals did that to Harry creepy places honestly.
"Aye ah ken(know) babe... Bit if he tells me na(no) yin mair time ah micht hae tae soucht(find) ither wirk... 'n' wrestling is th' ainlie thing a'm guid at. Ah will be fucked honestly."
"Well we have to keep a good attitude going. Positive thinking is part of recovery you know..."
"Aye... Positive thinking... A'm positive he's taking langer than normal."
Just then the doctor walked in and Harry looked up at the ceiling. Maybe God has a sense of humor. Harry then looks anxiously at the doctor who raises an eyebrow before speaking.
"Nice to see you Mr. Hampton. Have you been taking the vitamins I prescribed to you?"
Harry narrowed his eyes and was getting ready for a smart alec response when he felt a squeeze from his wife to be. Her was of telling him to behave.
"Aye... Ah hae bin taking thaim a'(all). Thanks." Harry said through practically gritted teeth. The doctor gave a smug smile which always managed to create a firestorm within Harry, something about that 'I have a PhD and you don't' attitude the doctor. It probably didn't help that the doctor asked Harry if he was German the first time they met... racist white people.
The doctor pulled out two pieces of paper and looked over at Harry. "Good or bad first?"
Harry sighed as he rubbed his temples. This guy. "Ill please."
"I take it ill means bad in french?"
This. Fucking. Guy.
"Scottish actually..."
"Same thing."
Fuck This Guy.
"Well bad news is Harry... your blood pressure is far too high for a man your age, it's the equivalent to as if you have been eating McDonald's everyday for a month."
Harry darted a quick glance at Terra who he had promised to stop eating McDonald's. Those late night feasts in the driveway while she slept had finally caught up to him.
"Whaaaat? Naaaah. Guid news please." Harry said hurriedly before hearing the barrage of questions that were sure to come from his wife to be.
"Good news... you're cleared sir."
"Jings, crivens, help ma boab(Oh God) nae cleared... Ah swear doc yer a slimy son o' a... A'm whit?" The Scotsman blinked a few times after hearing unfamiliar words.
"I said you're clear. To return to the ring... you still should take it easy for a month or two. But for the most part you can at least take a few bumps without straining anything. Try to stay off the top till December."
Harry remained silent, jaw practically on the floor as Terra screamed excitedly and gave a barrage of kisses to Harry's cheek. Harry looked at her teary eyed but with a smile.
"Okay... no more McDonald's."
Roots
"Alright so I want to see the international, make sure to sell and pace well or it's squat central for you after class." A heavyset man shouted before blowing into his whistle as he watched two beginner students begin a lock up.
He turned to see a young man walk through the door and his whistle fell out of his mouth. "Well I'll be if it ain't my pride and joy. Harry how the hell are ya?"
All of the students turned and began to murmur amongst themselves about how Harry Hampton was now in their building.
Harry and the Coach embraced with a big hug and laugh.
"Coach bell, how ye daen auld mukker(friend). Git room fur yin mair by chance?"
"Of course, maybe you can straighten out some of these newbies. Listen up boys, Harry is going to take over for a little bit, show you some things I can't do anymore."
Harry gave a smile before leaping onto the apron and wiping his wrestling boots on the canvas before stepping in.
"Foremaist o' a'(first of all), dae nae treat me differently than ye wid a'body else. Th'day we ur equals 'n' tae tell th' truth th' reason a'm 'ere is fur ye guys ur daein' something that fur a lang time ah wasn't able tae.
Ah hae missed bein' in th' middle o' this ring. Sae a'm aff tae be running th' ropes wi' ye guys, taking bumps, rolls. Fur at th' end o' th' day roots ur th' maist important pairt o` yer training. Ne'er forgoat whaur ye come fae or whaur ye git yer stairt. Fundamentals ur everything."
Harry leaned against the ropes testing them out before giving a run. What had been meant to be at most a two hour visit, turned into a five hour session. Harry had taken over and even began to have practice matches with those that were comfortable and experienced enough to do so.
Harry sat on the apron as he waved goodbye to the last student leaving.
"Ah wantit(missed) this honestly. A'm heading back tae carnage neist munth... This wis a stoatin(good) wey tae git back intae th' swing o' hings."
"For someone who hasn't been in the game for awhile you haven't lost a step... so tell me Harry... what's next?"
Harry sat there for a moment deep in thought.
"Gonnae pat some motherfuckers oan notice."
Plan
Present Day.
Harry Hampton walked into the locker room and received a round of applause from his fellow locker mates. He fist bumped a few, made inappropriate jokes with others, and ultimately felt he was back home.
Harry unpacked his bag and stuffed his gear inside of his locker. He noticed the Card Line up. Mickey The Butcher? Anthony Leonhart? Who the hell came up with these names? Then again Harry Hampton was his actual given name and quite frankly it rolled off the tongue. Hampton began to ask around about his opponents. Might as learn something about the new members of the roster.
Execute
Harry is seen right outside of The Arena as he waves to the camera man.
"Lassies 'n' gentlemen wha ur peepin' fae th' comfort o` yer homes, fur they(those) that dae nae ken(know) me... A'm Harry Hampton... 'n' tae they wha dae ken(know) me... Daddy is hame."
Harry walks up to the camera hands in pockets as he gives a grin.
"Noo... A've bin gaen fur a bawherr while noo. 'n' a clocked(saw) a lot o' fresh faces in th' back. Ah loue(love) it. Ah loue(love) knowing that thare is mair contest fur me tae coupon. Ah loue(love) that thare is freish talent tae test masell(myself) against. 'n' ah absolutely loue(love) th' fact that thare ur freish faces tae boot in th' face."
Harry teeters back and forth on his feet.
"Mickey th' butcher... Sae is that yer side gig? a'm a wee bit confused ye keek(look) lik' an unemployed diabetic clown wha holds a sign saying wull(will) tell jokes fur food.
Ye haven't bin a major player yit fae(from) whit ah ken(know) sae mibbie th' foremaist(first) big check hasn't come? How come else wid ye dress lik' that? 'n' a'm sure th' dollar menu is yer friend a maiter(as much) o it's mines. We shuid hae ye play as santa fur oor neist yule fair(Christmas holiday) shaw we dae time tae time.
Anthony Leonhart... Tony the Tiger... cuz... Ah dinnae hae anythin' fur ye honestly. Ye'r a muckle(big) fella. A'm sure that haes served ye weel in lee(life). Ye seem tae hae an anger kinch(problem), at least fae(from) yer face it looks lik' ye'r anti pure happiness. Ah hae a therapist if yi''ll need th' number. A'd offer it tae th' butcher bit he's tae(too) far gaen(gone). "
Harry's smile turns into a scowl.
"Listen up wee jimmies (boys)... Ah'ament 'ere tae mess aroond. Hopefully ye did yer research oan wha a'm. If nae ah will educate ye th' nicht. A'm th' greatest submission specialist... Th' scots hotty... 'n' th' man o' th' hoose. Harry hampton. 'n' a'm back 'n' better than ever. Steering th' ship as captain noo 'n' ye twa(two) ur in mah pathway tae th' tap. Let's gie em a shaw fellas. Hae a guid day."
Harry gives a thumbs up then turns it down as the camera fades to black.
