Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 0:08:28 GMT -5
“Once again, I find myself here.”
A light flickers on, a familiar figure is standing boldly as brass. His now longer hair is tied back into a single ponytail. The once well-kept beard has now grown out of control.
“Damn, I remember when I received the call from Armand Von Krauss. I was told that I was entered in a tournament, that was going to be held by the XHF Network.”
The figure pulled down on the front of his leather jacket.
“I remember thinking, this must be a big deal. People from all the federations on the network. So the question is why, why was I picked out of the whole roster. Was it a case that no one else to be part of this tournament, not like I have been burning the house down as of late.”
He runs his hand down his chin, pulls on his beard. Showing a sign of frustration.
“A run of bad luck, no that's pretty much the biggest understatement. So I decided this could work In my favour. That was until I was told that I will be facing Goldbear 2.”
Shaking his head, the figure starts to pace back and forth.
“Seriously what the hell, facing a bloody bear. If I wanted to wrestle a Bear. I would have booked a flight to Russia and got a Mohawk! How should I prepare for this match? Should I talk to wrestling bungle, Baloo or Yogi for advice? See if I can find out some Bear Necessities.”
Suddenly the figure stops pacing, almost frozen in place for a moment.
“The match has been booked. Never wrestled a bear before. So hell why not, I will turn up. I will take the cub back to school. Since I have been fighting my whole life. This won't be any different. “
The figure reached behind and pulls out a
VZ-61 Scorpion. He injects the magazine out, taking a moment to look down at the full clip.
“Time to head out to woods. Might just do a bit of bear hunting to pass the time”
The magazine is reinstated into the gun.
“Time that the XHF Network learns who Eddie Havok is! Most importantly what I am capable of doing.”
Eddie sticks the gun into the back of his jeans.
“I will see you in California, little Cub. I’m telling you now, we won't there to hug it out!”
The camera feeds suddenly dies.
Cole turns of the video recorder. He turns to looks to Eddie. “Well That has been a while since we have done one of these.” stated Cole. Eddie nodded in response as he walks back over to the hired trucked.
Cole leans in to the trucks placing the video recorder in to the glove box. He is also wearing hIs leather jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans.
“So are we actually going hunting?” asked Cole. “Damn right we are, I haven't bought this titles for nothing!” said a voice from the back of the truck. Cade also wearing a leather vest and jeans, was opening the box directly behind the cab.
“Why have you got a issue with shooting a few animals?” asked Cade as he pulled a pair of rifles out. Both of them were in similar design, with a mounted scope. He passes them over to Eddie and Cole. “You not got a rifle?” Cole asked. Cade stood up with a big smile on his face. “I have a new toy to play with!” Cade stated as he raises a black crossbow and aims it at Cole. Jumping outta the way, with a pale face. “What the fuck are you doing, this shit isn't funny" snapped Cole.
Cade still moving around in the back of the truck aiming the crossbow at Cade, whom is trying in vain to hide at the front of the truck.
“That's enough!” Havok said it a raised but firm tone. “You two need to stop clowning around and get your shit together. He have got some hunting to do.” added Havok. Cade jumps down from the back of the truck and Cole slowly stands up still trying to keep his distance. Eddie tests the scope on the rifle before heading off into the forest. Both Cade and Cole slowly move out heading in opposite directions in to the trees.
A light flickers on, a familiar figure is standing boldly as brass. His now longer hair is tied back into a single ponytail. The once well-kept beard has now grown out of control.
“Damn, I remember when I received the call from Armand Von Krauss. I was told that I was entered in a tournament, that was going to be held by the XHF Network.”
The figure pulled down on the front of his leather jacket.
“I remember thinking, this must be a big deal. People from all the federations on the network. So the question is why, why was I picked out of the whole roster. Was it a case that no one else to be part of this tournament, not like I have been burning the house down as of late.”
He runs his hand down his chin, pulls on his beard. Showing a sign of frustration.
“A run of bad luck, no that's pretty much the biggest understatement. So I decided this could work In my favour. That was until I was told that I will be facing Goldbear 2.”
Shaking his head, the figure starts to pace back and forth.
“Seriously what the hell, facing a bloody bear. If I wanted to wrestle a Bear. I would have booked a flight to Russia and got a Mohawk! How should I prepare for this match? Should I talk to wrestling bungle, Baloo or Yogi for advice? See if I can find out some Bear Necessities.”
Suddenly the figure stops pacing, almost frozen in place for a moment.
“The match has been booked. Never wrestled a bear before. So hell why not, I will turn up. I will take the cub back to school. Since I have been fighting my whole life. This won't be any different. “
The figure reached behind and pulls out a
VZ-61 Scorpion. He injects the magazine out, taking a moment to look down at the full clip.
“Time to head out to woods. Might just do a bit of bear hunting to pass the time”
The magazine is reinstated into the gun.
“Time that the XHF Network learns who Eddie Havok is! Most importantly what I am capable of doing.”
Eddie sticks the gun into the back of his jeans.
“I will see you in California, little Cub. I’m telling you now, we won't there to hug it out!”
The camera feeds suddenly dies.
Cole turns of the video recorder. He turns to looks to Eddie. “Well That has been a while since we have done one of these.” stated Cole. Eddie nodded in response as he walks back over to the hired trucked.
Cole leans in to the trucks placing the video recorder in to the glove box. He is also wearing hIs leather jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans.
“So are we actually going hunting?” asked Cole. “Damn right we are, I haven't bought this titles for nothing!” said a voice from the back of the truck. Cade also wearing a leather vest and jeans, was opening the box directly behind the cab.
“Why have you got a issue with shooting a few animals?” asked Cade as he pulled a pair of rifles out. Both of them were in similar design, with a mounted scope. He passes them over to Eddie and Cole. “You not got a rifle?” Cole asked. Cade stood up with a big smile on his face. “I have a new toy to play with!” Cade stated as he raises a black crossbow and aims it at Cole. Jumping outta the way, with a pale face. “What the fuck are you doing, this shit isn't funny" snapped Cole.
Cade still moving around in the back of the truck aiming the crossbow at Cade, whom is trying in vain to hide at the front of the truck.
“That's enough!” Havok said it a raised but firm tone. “You two need to stop clowning around and get your shit together. He have got some hunting to do.” added Havok. Cade jumps down from the back of the truck and Cole slowly stands up still trying to keep his distance. Eddie tests the scope on the rifle before heading off into the forest. Both Cade and Cole slowly move out heading in opposite directions in to the trees.