Hardcore Harry

[Baby Dogg]

Bomb The Bass' "Bug Powder Dust" hits the PA system and Baby Dogg emerges to a mix of cheers and boos, with the Hardcore Championship around her waist. She takes her time in wandering to the ring, shaking hands and high fiving with those cheering her and flipping off those booing her.

Finally she rolls under the bottom rope and addresses the CRF collective.

"Alright, first off. Ice an' Magic... congratulations. I still stand by what I said last week, but I'm woman enough to admit I got beaten. Even though Eric an' myself dominated ninety per cent of the match you guys still won fair an' square, an' that's fine. I don't mind losin' fairly. But Ice an' Magic aren't the people I'm out here tae address the now. No... what I'm out here about concerns... this."

She points down at the Hardcore Championship.

"See the thought occurs ta me that there's a wee bit of an issue concernin' this title. When Monster's Controller challenged me ta name the match type in which I was ta take the title away, I nominated a handicap match. My partner, one Hardcore Harry. I got the belt because I got the pin, but as I said ta the Controller... if me an' Harry win, we become co-champions. Now as you may have seen last week, Harry an' I are no longer exactly bosom buddies anymore. An' as such, it no longer behooves us to be listed in the books as co-champions. Which is why we need ta sort this out an' determine whether me or Harry is the real champion. So Harry, get yer arse out here."

She paces in the ring, waiting for Harry.

[hardcore harry]

Hardcore Harry comes walking out with his sledge hammer, Olga, resting on his right shoulder. He is holding a beer in his left hand and has a lighted cigarette in his mouth. He takes a few sips of beer while still smoking and then approaches the ring steps and stops to answer Baby Dogg.

"The only real issue concerning that title belt is the fact that you are wearing it. I cannot believe no one has taken it from you just yet but it seems that is about to change this week. "

Hardcore Harry takes a drag from his cigarette and blows some smoke in the air before taking another drink of his beer.

"That is because if I am hearin you right you are challengin me to a title fight at Judgement which I accept. It is about time they give the title back to someone who does more than claim to be hardcore but instead proves it. "

Harcore Harry finishes off his beer as some of his cigarette ashes fall to the ground while he drinks. He smashes the can against his forehead.

"Plus it is going to be nice to get some payback for you turnin your back on me an Nail like that. "

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[Baby Dogg]

Baby Dogg laughs. "Sorry Harry, what was that? I think I must hae a concussion or somethin', only it sounded like you said I turned ma back on you an' Nail. No' sure where ye get that one from considerin', I stayed in the same place I been all along an' you an' Nail are the ones who suddenly decided ta sell yer souls. If anythin', you two turned yer backs on me." Her fans cheer at this. Her detractors start counter-chant of 'Bullsh**'.

She paces around, letting the noise subside for a moment, before stopping in her tracks and turning back to address Harry. "An' as fer yon garbage about claimin' versus provin' ta be hardcore... what is it, the fact I dinnae have the word 'Hardcore' in ma stage name? I suppose every time I've been thrown through sheet glass, ripped open by barbed wire, burned by C4, an' thrown frae the tops o' cages, cells an' lightin' rigs, yon was all just harmless hijinks on the grounds I dinnae have the word 'Hardcore' in ma name..."

She pauses and smirks. "Seems ye're a popular man this week, Harry. Seems Magic an' Livewire are itchin' ta get a shot at ye too. Which challenge you accept is up ta you, but tell ye what: ye wanna prove how hardcore you are, then whenever ye wanna take yer shot, you name the most hardcore stipulation ye can think of an' I'll gladly defend against ye."