Post by haggar on Dec 21, 2011 2:59:14 GMT -5
"Heh, who'd have thought they'd let me in for a last match? Spent so much time on my politics I never thought they'd even humour me with a match in the CWA again" Haggar spoke to himself, protecting his hands with white boxing wraps before he slips the familiar green padded gloves over his huge fists. Haggar was clad in his classic wrestling gear consisting of green tights, brown boots, his trademark brown suspender and the aforementioned gloves.
'Macho' Mike sat contemplating in the backstage changing room as he was surrounded with people he knew well. To his left, Jessica Haggar. Jessica was someone special to Mike, his daughter who he fought to protect during Mad Gear's reign and was every bit as beautiful as her late mother. Mike protected her with his life and every time a criminal came after her they paid dearly. In fact, Horace Belger paid with his life. His abrupt end caused by being dropkicked through the window of his skyscraper. Since then, Haggar was seen as a force to be reckoned with by the criminals of New York city.
To Haggar's right was his good friend Carlos Miyamoto, a South American ninja who trained under Guy. However, Guy was really nowhere to be found. After the incident with the Skull Cross gang Guy had disappeared and Cody Travers who was possibly Guy's best friend and past fiance of Jessica was rotting away in Riker's Island. He was a good kid but just took his crusade against the Mad Gear gang too far and landed himself in more trouble than even the mayor could bail him out of. "Who's the jobber I'm fighting, Carlos." Haggar said with his slight grin, the dark brown eyes staring at the blue clad ninja. "I wouldn't dismiss the guy as a jobber. He's your ex tag team partner." Carlos spoke out in his usual gravelly Spanish accent.
"Zangief? The Red Cyclone. Heh, this'll be a bout to remember. Get me my flag. I need to make a good entrance for the people." Haggar spoke in his gruff tone, grabbing the flag handed out to him by Carlos and draping it over his shoulders as he took stand at the stage. His signature music blaring as he walked to the ring with his shoulders covered in the red, white and blue. Haggar was met with adoring praise as he played to the obviously overjoyed crowd.
However, as the behemoth of a mayor waited for his friend to come out he was greeted with the sounds of an explosion as the stage was levelled and the audience soon fearing the armed militia swarming the wreckage. "The Russian couldn't make it. We tried to get the big bastard but he was too strong and got away. You'll do nicely for our experiments though, you guys always were alike." a gruff armed solder spoke out as he aimed the barrel of his rifle at the mayor. "Ah, shit. Think fast, Mike" he said through gritted teeth as he stared down this red clad soldier.
'Macho' Mike sat contemplating in the backstage changing room as he was surrounded with people he knew well. To his left, Jessica Haggar. Jessica was someone special to Mike, his daughter who he fought to protect during Mad Gear's reign and was every bit as beautiful as her late mother. Mike protected her with his life and every time a criminal came after her they paid dearly. In fact, Horace Belger paid with his life. His abrupt end caused by being dropkicked through the window of his skyscraper. Since then, Haggar was seen as a force to be reckoned with by the criminals of New York city.
To Haggar's right was his good friend Carlos Miyamoto, a South American ninja who trained under Guy. However, Guy was really nowhere to be found. After the incident with the Skull Cross gang Guy had disappeared and Cody Travers who was possibly Guy's best friend and past fiance of Jessica was rotting away in Riker's Island. He was a good kid but just took his crusade against the Mad Gear gang too far and landed himself in more trouble than even the mayor could bail him out of. "Who's the jobber I'm fighting, Carlos." Haggar said with his slight grin, the dark brown eyes staring at the blue clad ninja. "I wouldn't dismiss the guy as a jobber. He's your ex tag team partner." Carlos spoke out in his usual gravelly Spanish accent.
"Zangief? The Red Cyclone. Heh, this'll be a bout to remember. Get me my flag. I need to make a good entrance for the people." Haggar spoke in his gruff tone, grabbing the flag handed out to him by Carlos and draping it over his shoulders as he took stand at the stage. His signature music blaring as he walked to the ring with his shoulders covered in the red, white and blue. Haggar was met with adoring praise as he played to the obviously overjoyed crowd.
However, as the behemoth of a mayor waited for his friend to come out he was greeted with the sounds of an explosion as the stage was levelled and the audience soon fearing the armed militia swarming the wreckage. "The Russian couldn't make it. We tried to get the big bastard but he was too strong and got away. You'll do nicely for our experiments though, you guys always were alike." a gruff armed solder spoke out as he aimed the barrel of his rifle at the mayor. "Ah, shit. Think fast, Mike" he said through gritted teeth as he stared down this red clad soldier.