Post by Hardcastle on Mar 4, 2006 16:34:54 GMT -5
<The echoing sound of a ticking clock can be heard, as the scene opens in a very elegant and open spaced room. Sitting center court is a wooden chessboard. The board is very old and all the pieces seem to be hand crafted. The camera pans about, as two men are seated on either sides of the board. The first man is World Chess Champion, Andrei Arkoslovski. The other, is Valor World Heavyweight Champion, Eric Hardcastle. Hardcastle moves his bishop into position for the kill. The wrestling champion has already lost one bishop and his queen to the chess champion. Hardcastle taps the clock, as the Russian looks at the board carefully. Hardcastle pulls his chair back and steps away for a moment. The Prodigal Messiah walks over to the refreshment table and grabs a bottle of water.>
Eric Hardcastle: Chess is more than just a game of strategy. There is a certain eloquence, yet aggressiveness that plays a part. Knowing when to attack or counter is an important part. One of the reasons, I truly enjoy this game. Chess is like professional wrestling, minus the physical aspect. Both are draining in their own ways and both have a lot at stake. Today, the day before tomorrow's big pay per view, is a chance to qualify for the World Chess Tournament. Chess is my hobby. But to a guy like Andrei, its his passion. My passion goes on display tomorrow night.
<Hardcastle twists the cap off the bottle of water and takes a sip. He carefully twists the cap back on.>
Eric Hardcastle: Cecil Caster, I happen to catch your promo from the other night. And I must say, I was throughly impressed. When Kyzer hand picked you to face me at Excess, I was under the inclination that you were nothing more than another opportunity for Kyzer to break me down. Try and physically exhaust me before Super Slam. Regardless of what Kyzer had in the works, it looks like you might have a different plan.
<Hardcastle nods his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Cecil Caster, you seem to have a beef with some of the things that I have done in the past. Most notably, the faking of my own death. I did what I had to do in order to get the title shot that I so richly deserved. I did whatever it took to make sure Brandon Bailey didn't find a way to screw me out of that opportunity. The same opportunity that I have busted my ass for over the past six years.
<Hardcastle glances over towards the Russian, watching, as he continues to contemplate his next move.>
Eric Hardcastle: I am "The Prodigal Messiah", Cecil. It ain't just a gimmick......its who I am. If you can't understand it, I'll make sure I bring Webster's Dictionary with me tomorrow night. The dictionary can keep you company, as the doctors try and figure out a way to remove my foot from your ass!
<The Russian finally makes his move, tapping the clock. He smiles and announces a check mate. Hardcastle is surprised and walks over to the chess board and sits down. He relooks over his options for a few moments and then reaches down, sliding his knight in its "L" shaped movement, blocking the queen and placing the Russian's king into a checkmate.>
Eric Hardcastle: Not so fast.........CHECKMATE!
<The Russian's jaw drops, as he recounts his options. He sees none. The Russian shakes his head in disgust, as he stands up. Hardcastle stands across him and they exchange a hand shake. Hardcastle turns back towards the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tomorrow night, I will continue to sit upon the throne atop this company. Not because of a catchy gimmick. Not because I married the bosses daughter. And not because I'm someone's "BOY". Cecil Caster, you will find out first hand just what "The Prodigal Messiah" is about. You will find out just how prodigal or reckless, I can be. Caster, don't forget to make the next appointment with your shrink. Cuz after Sunday night, you're gonna need someone to bitch to about why you aren't the World Heavyweight Champion! Excess is the new turning point for Valor. I plan on being at the top of that point.
<Hardcastle walks away from the camera. He begins to shake hands with the chess officials around him. They congratulate him on his hard fought victory and wish him luck in his title defense tomorrow night. The screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Chess is more than just a game of strategy. There is a certain eloquence, yet aggressiveness that plays a part. Knowing when to attack or counter is an important part. One of the reasons, I truly enjoy this game. Chess is like professional wrestling, minus the physical aspect. Both are draining in their own ways and both have a lot at stake. Today, the day before tomorrow's big pay per view, is a chance to qualify for the World Chess Tournament. Chess is my hobby. But to a guy like Andrei, its his passion. My passion goes on display tomorrow night.
<Hardcastle twists the cap off the bottle of water and takes a sip. He carefully twists the cap back on.>
Eric Hardcastle: Cecil Caster, I happen to catch your promo from the other night. And I must say, I was throughly impressed. When Kyzer hand picked you to face me at Excess, I was under the inclination that you were nothing more than another opportunity for Kyzer to break me down. Try and physically exhaust me before Super Slam. Regardless of what Kyzer had in the works, it looks like you might have a different plan.
<Hardcastle nods his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Cecil Caster, you seem to have a beef with some of the things that I have done in the past. Most notably, the faking of my own death. I did what I had to do in order to get the title shot that I so richly deserved. I did whatever it took to make sure Brandon Bailey didn't find a way to screw me out of that opportunity. The same opportunity that I have busted my ass for over the past six years.
<Hardcastle glances over towards the Russian, watching, as he continues to contemplate his next move.>
Eric Hardcastle: I am "The Prodigal Messiah", Cecil. It ain't just a gimmick......its who I am. If you can't understand it, I'll make sure I bring Webster's Dictionary with me tomorrow night. The dictionary can keep you company, as the doctors try and figure out a way to remove my foot from your ass!
<The Russian finally makes his move, tapping the clock. He smiles and announces a check mate. Hardcastle is surprised and walks over to the chess board and sits down. He relooks over his options for a few moments and then reaches down, sliding his knight in its "L" shaped movement, blocking the queen and placing the Russian's king into a checkmate.>
Eric Hardcastle: Not so fast.........CHECKMATE!
<The Russian's jaw drops, as he recounts his options. He sees none. The Russian shakes his head in disgust, as he stands up. Hardcastle stands across him and they exchange a hand shake. Hardcastle turns back towards the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tomorrow night, I will continue to sit upon the throne atop this company. Not because of a catchy gimmick. Not because I married the bosses daughter. And not because I'm someone's "BOY". Cecil Caster, you will find out first hand just what "The Prodigal Messiah" is about. You will find out just how prodigal or reckless, I can be. Caster, don't forget to make the next appointment with your shrink. Cuz after Sunday night, you're gonna need someone to bitch to about why you aren't the World Heavyweight Champion! Excess is the new turning point for Valor. I plan on being at the top of that point.
<Hardcastle walks away from the camera. He begins to shake hands with the chess officials around him. They congratulate him on his hard fought victory and wish him luck in his title defense tomorrow night. The screen fades to black.>
