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LH Harrison · (09-16-2014)

Just one left.

The other two are down for the count which just leaves one: Ambrose Arkham. Or so he claims to be be. Cain has already rebuked his claims saying that this man is an imposter and not even an Arkham. Then who is this guy and why would he claim to be someone he's not? Is he just a fanboy or is there more? I guess there's only one way to find out.

Standing in the center of the room is Ambrose Arkham who has his arms behind his back and a look of terror in his eyes. LH walks up to just in front of him carrying his steel pipe. 'Arkham' looks upon The Inspiration as if sizing him up. Ambrose smirks to himself before talking, "so you took down my two associates? Well that's unfortunate, but you are no match for C-"

Shut up.

He looks at me as if LH just slapped him across the face.

I'm tired of hearing your ramblings, and I'm tired of being the nice guy in the XWF and being stepped on for it. This time... I've got more riding on the line than just a win-loss record. If I lose, I'm done. I'm done with not only Madness, but the XWF as a whole. I'm just not suited for the Warfare show.

Ambrose Arkham looks at LH Harrison quizzically. "That's a nice sob story, but it's not going to h-"

I SAID SHUT UP! I am fed up with hearing your voice. The only thing I want you to tell me is who in hell are you? You're not related to Cain although your name reflects you may be. It's time to stop lying and answer me honestly. Who are you, really?

Ambrose looks at LH Harrison and, with venom in his voice, says, "No. Looks like you'll have to beat it out of me!" Ambrose starts laughing wildly. LH Harrison runs forward with his steel pipe and swings at Arkham's head, but Arkham dodges backwards and the swing misses wildly. Ambrose smiles at LH Harrison and hits him with in the ribs twice on each side.

UHH! For a guy so large, he moves quickly.

Ambrose then grabs LH Harrison by the throat and locks in a Tongan Death Grip. LH is choking at the grip. He squeezes his hold as LH is sputtering up blood. LH Harrison kicks Ambrose square in the knee which makes Ambrose drop the hold. LH Harrison takes a step back and attempts a forearm with the already blood-soaked arm that he incapacitated Berthod with. Ambrose just smiles at Harrison as he reveals his right hand displaying a long chain with a hand on the end. LH Harrison is confused by it until Ambrose swings it quickly and throws it. It latches onto the chest of LH Harrison. LH Harrison falls to the cement on his knees. Ambrose laughs wildly.

"Recognize it? It's made to be the exact size of Cain's hand. And you know what he does when he locks in this hold, right?" Ambrose starts laughing again. The hand begins glowing orange and getting hot!

AHHHHHHHH!

"That's right! Cry out like the little bitch you are, LH Harrison! Face it, you won't even be making it to Madness let alone back to the XWF!"

AHHHHHH NOO! I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!

Ambrose stares at LH incredulously as LH slowly stands back up with the burning hand on his chest. LH grabs the chain and pulls the chain harshly removing it from his chest leaving a hand print and five deep cauterized insertion points. Ambrose looks at him with a stunned expression. "Who... who are you?"

I'm the Cleanser. Now the better question.... who in hell are you?

LH launches himself forward with a clothesline from heaven and knocks the big man down. LH Harrison reaches into his pockets and pulls out some glass shards and places them between his fingers. He places his legs over the arms of Ambrose and begins slicing and dicing his face with brutal blows. LH stops and stands over him. He kicks the chain with the hand away.

I asked you a question.

"I... I'm Ambro-"

LH Harrison kicks him in the face increasing the bleeding on one of the wounds.

Your real name.

'Ambrose' looks up at him and sighs. "My name is Viktor Crumswell. I am the leader of the Cain fan club. I began a club to aid our fearless leader although... he now reveals he didn't want our help..."

LH Harrison looks down at Viktor and shakes his head. He looks ahead and sees a helicopter.

Know how to fly a helicopter?

"No, but the driver who is sitting outside does. If you will spare me, I will tell him to fly you wherever you want. It's only Friday! You can still make the match!"

LH Harrison begins walking away. Ambrose calls after him, "Thank you, thank you LH Harrison. You're my new hero!" LH Harrison stops at that mention and turns around and walks back towards Viktor. He reaches down and shakes the man's hand.

If you really want me to be your Inspiration, then follow me. Together we will Inspire the world, but there's only one condition. No killing, no torture, and the only harm you can do to a person is inside the ring. If you can follow these precedents, then I will let you follow me. Follow The Cleanser.

Viktor Crumswell looks up at LH Harrison with tears in his eyes and nods his head. LH Harrison helps his new follower up and leads him out of the room. Viktor tells the pilot to get the helicopter ready. LH Harrison walks over to the bathroom and washes himself off. He analyzes the wound on his chest. It's extremely painful, but not bleeding due to the warming metal. LH Harrison looks into the mirror and barely recognizes himself. His hair has gotten long and his beard is unkempt.

Even when he'd almost beaten me into submission... I fought on. I will not surrender, Cain. I will not yield. But after it's all said and done, you're more than welcome to do as Viktor did and Follow The Cleanser. There are always openings in my ranks to Inspire the world and cleanse it of the evils that hinder its showing of love and compassion. I always show compassion and I always show acceptance, but my mission is to alleviate the Madness brand of those who feel differently. Cain. I... can't lose. I've lost too much and this loss... would be the end. I am LH Harrison. Or Little Hope Harrison. And at Madness... this little hope of mine? I'm going to let it shine. Because I'm not going out there on Madness to just win... I'm coming to end your villainous reign on Madness. Once and for all. But thank you, Cain. Thank you for stepping up and showing me the most hard-fought match of my career. Even if the impossible happens and you defeat me, I'll be grateful to be defeated by one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in the XWF. That being said, the balls in my court this time. And I plan on scoring.

LH Harrison looks into the glass with not an ounce of fear in his eyes. No fear, no hesitation, no complacency. LH Harrison looks ready.

Ready for battle.

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