Words can not hurt me PPV RP#2

----The arena is full, the crowd in attendance are having a wonderful time. People going about what they do best, eat, drink and shout for their favourite superstars... Some are booing the people who are chanting out certain individuals, but everyone cheers for the new fan favourite in Michael Harris. Everyone indeed wants him to indeed succeed, we go to the commentary booth----

Steve Richardson:
What a show we will have for everyone come Fall Brawl, Ladies and gentleman my name is Steve Richardson and alongside me is my broadcast partner, Frank Roberts.

Frank Roberts:
Yes, welcome. I am unfortunately with the guy next to me, but some has to be. But none the less, Fall Brawl will. be an amazing show and well I can not wait to see one match, and one match only.

Steve Richardson:
What match is that, the crowning of a new world champion maybe.

Frank Roberts:
No seeing Michael Harris get beaten to a bloody pulp by HardKore Comley, that is the match I want to see.

Steve Richardson:
I have to admit, it could be very likely that will happen

----Just then the lights start flickering on and off a bit, then as it fades out the arena is lit up with a red glow. The voice of HardKore Comley can be heard----

HardKore Comley:
Words... That is all they are, these words coming from Nathan's lips. Well they mean nothing, he assumes that he has faced scarier people than me. He believes in his own feeble mind that he is ready for me, his words are meaningless. They do not deter me in the slightest, i am far more happy making my actions speak louder than words. Your words are pointless, i rather you speak more volumes with in your actions... Words do not hurt people, actions hurt people. You can pander to these moronic fans all you want, you can become their saviour and their hero. But you shall fail in the end, people like you always fail. Let me remind you of something, I am someone who couldn't care less if i win or lose... I care about hurting those who are adored which seems that your adored by these putrid fans. I do not know who to feel sorry for, you or them. Maybe both, as your all vile specimens. Nathan Harris, you can have a good time, you can laugh and make stupid jokes... But you need to understand that i am no joke, you need to understand that i am far from being made fun of. People who make fun of me, well they wind up being forgotten... Your going to be just like them Harris, you will be forgotten. Another casualty at the hands of me, it is plain and simple.

----Just then the lights come back to normal, and it seems HardKore Comley has vanished Until... BANG! explosions from the pyro's as HardKore Comley's music hits the Sound system



Then after a few moments, out walks The Monster himself... He stands at the top of the ramp and looks around at the fans, but strangely he has something in his hand... A briefcase, but not of normal size. What could possibly be in there, Anyway... HardKore Comley walks down the ramp, he slides the briefcase under the bottom rope... He walks up the steps and climbs over the top rope and in to the ring, he ushers for a microphone... which is duly giving to him, he then walks over to the briefcase picks it up and begins talking again----

HardKore Comley:
Monsters... A term that has been over used for many years in certain areas of the world, your a monster... He is a monster, she is a monster. Well you see Harris, i AM a monster... I enjoy ripping the flesh of people, i enjoy torturing innocent souls. Most of all though, i enjoy hurting myself... For the fun of it, come our match Harris, nothing will stop me tearing you apart. Nothing will make me more happy than seeing the fan favourite be humiliated, monsters live Harris... I am one of them, i am thee monster, i am the devil himself. I am the gatekeeper to the underworld, and you will be the first victim of many... I am happy your my first match, because like many... You have underestimated me, those who underestimate me... Well you shall see won't you, i have had my life full of people mocking me, underestimating me. And each one of them realizes they shouldn't, each one of them understands that it is not a nice game to play. Each one gets their come uppance in due time, and yours will be here sooner than you think. I bet your wondering what i am holding in the briefcase, well i will show you...

----Comley then puts the briefcase down, he opens it up and smiles and evil smile. He lifts the top wide open and picks up the contents of the briefcase and their it is... LUCKY! his favourite weapon, a steel chair wrapped in not only barbed wire but chicken wire also. Comley has a glint in his eye, as he begins to speak again after raising the microphone to his lips----

HardKore Comley:
LUCKY!... My favourite companion, my bread winner so to speak. This is the object that people fear, this is the object that causes instant bloodshed, your instant bloodshed. You see it won't matter if the match is a normal match, after the match is another story... After the match, i can do what i want. And what i want to do is rip your flesh bit by bit with my weapon of choice, which i shall do just that. You say i am not a monster, a mere teddy bear... Well i want you to think again, i want you to truly think about the words that come from your pathetic mouth. I want you to come to the realization after our match that i am truly what i say i am, nothing less... Here let me demonstrate.

----HardKore Comley the grasps each side of the steel chair, hold it up high, then with one swift moment SLAMS it down on to his own forehead. And as Comley said, instant bloodshed... Blood starts trickling down his forehead, Comley just laughs un human like. He obviously enjoys it, like he said. Even at the commentary booth both men are stunned, Comley is not finished though. He starts grinding the chair on to his own forehead making the cut worse and the blood pouring out, he drops the chair and begins speaking again blood dripping down his face and catching on the microphone----

HardKore Comley:
Michael Harris, I am your worse nightmare... I am the one your going to have dreams about, your going to be seeing me everywhere you go. In your thoughts i shall run free, making you cautious about your actions. I will be where ever you shall be, creeping in to your mind. If you think your alone, i will be there. I shall be everywhere you are Harris, like you said... A shadow, lurking in the midst of despair, waiting to make my move to unnerve you. You may put on a front Harris, you may claim to say yoru not afraid of me... But come the end of it, i know you will be afraid of me. I know you will re evaluate your thoughts about me and conclude that i am a monster, and that i am your worst nightmare. Your words do not hurt me, you feeble attempts to pander to these people do not ammuse me, your attempts at rapping... They do not make me fear you, remember Actions speak louder than words. And my actions will be that to hurt and maim you, you see Harris...

YOUR DEAD END IS UPON YOU!

----With those words said, Comley stands there and drops the microphone. He picks up LUCKY! and starts grinding it on his forehead again and laughing uncontrolable like, the blood is pouring out like there was no tomorrow. The scene goes to the commentary table, they are stunned and shocked. The scene fades out----

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