Post by Hardcastle on Oct 20, 2005 16:12:10 GMT -5
<The scene opens in a cemetery, right inside the Central Pennsylvania area. A cold wind whistles in the evening air. Braches from the oak trees shiver and leaves tremble due to the blowing of the cold air. The sun has not set, it is covered behind the clouds, allowing just a little bit of light to shine through. The camera zooms in on a tombstone, engraved with Eric Hardcastle's name. The sound of rustling leaves and breaking timber can be heard, as a set of black boots, with a long black trench coat appear in the corner of the screen. The camera pans upwards, as the man kneels down. His piercing eyes focus in on the camera. His dark hair shines. A clear cut image of Eric Hardastle.>
Eric Hardcastle: Just one week ago, I made my return.....seemingly from oblivion, near death. For the span of several weeks, with Brittney by my side, we plotted and planned my return. And what better than a "Memorial Show" in my honor?
<Eric stands up and walks in front of his own tombstone. He turns his back to the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Surreal, almost. Looking over your own gravesite. Seeing how loved ones came to pay their respects. They dropped off flowers in your memory. Tears were shed over this mound of dirt, hearts broken. I wish I could stand before you today a sorry man. I wish I could say I was sorry.
<Eric pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: But I can't. What I did, I had to do. The tears had to be shed. The hearts needed to be broken. I had to do this. I can only hope that those who shed tears and those who had hearts broken, can forgive me.
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: To forgive is divine. To err is human. Now I stand on both sides of that plane. Today as a man. On Sunday, a divinity. I make my landmark return to the ring, this Sunday. Fitting that its against Immune. Immune, have you heard of the adage; "If you're not a part of solution, you're part of the problem"? Well there is no doubt you are a part of the problem. I become my own problem solver this Sunday. In what marks as one of the first days of my rebirth! It's no secret, that you and I don't get along, Immune. You're on that side and I'm on this side. This Sunday, I'll cross the border and bring about a fury like no other. I'm not coming to Sunday Night Slam with a mission of gold. I am coming to Sunday Night Slam on a mission of justice. One by one, Immune. One by one.
<Hardcastle steps away from the tombstone. Standing to the right of the tombstone, he continues to speak.>
Eric Hardcastle: Several months ago, I started on that road. But that road was sidetracked. And I think we all know EXACTLY what road I am talking about.......the path that leads to the destruction of The Impact Players. Remember Gage Creed? Of course not. Why? Because he was a speck of dirt on the bottom of my boot. I put him down like the dog that he was. And we haven't heard from him since. Then came Ron Tibbs. At Valor Before Glory, I raged a battle against Ron Tibbs, Falls Count Anywhere. And we fought all over that arena, even outside of it. In the end, it was a superkick through a glass door that spelled the end for Ron Tibbs. I took it to the next level at Valor Before Glory. But even then, my intentions were being over shadowed. So on October 2nd, 2005........I did the unthinkable. I faked my own death. And in doing so, I stole something from The Impact Players. I stole the one thing that I had lost from the moment I launched this mission.........the element of surprise! Now I have regained that. Now, I will complete my mission. Immune, this Sunday, be prepared for an all out war. Forget the North American Title. I could care less about it. There is one thing I have my sites set on. As I proved on October 2nd, I will prove all over again on October 23......whatever it takes. Remember that Immune.....whatever it takes.
<Hardcastle turns his head over his shoulder and towards his tombstone. His eyes seem almost fixated on the marble stone. He shuts his eyes for a moment, remembering the heartbreak he has caused. He turns his back towards the camera and walks off into the sunset. Screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Just one week ago, I made my return.....seemingly from oblivion, near death. For the span of several weeks, with Brittney by my side, we plotted and planned my return. And what better than a "Memorial Show" in my honor?
<Eric stands up and walks in front of his own tombstone. He turns his back to the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Surreal, almost. Looking over your own gravesite. Seeing how loved ones came to pay their respects. They dropped off flowers in your memory. Tears were shed over this mound of dirt, hearts broken. I wish I could stand before you today a sorry man. I wish I could say I was sorry.
<Eric pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: But I can't. What I did, I had to do. The tears had to be shed. The hearts needed to be broken. I had to do this. I can only hope that those who shed tears and those who had hearts broken, can forgive me.
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: To forgive is divine. To err is human. Now I stand on both sides of that plane. Today as a man. On Sunday, a divinity. I make my landmark return to the ring, this Sunday. Fitting that its against Immune. Immune, have you heard of the adage; "If you're not a part of solution, you're part of the problem"? Well there is no doubt you are a part of the problem. I become my own problem solver this Sunday. In what marks as one of the first days of my rebirth! It's no secret, that you and I don't get along, Immune. You're on that side and I'm on this side. This Sunday, I'll cross the border and bring about a fury like no other. I'm not coming to Sunday Night Slam with a mission of gold. I am coming to Sunday Night Slam on a mission of justice. One by one, Immune. One by one.
<Hardcastle steps away from the tombstone. Standing to the right of the tombstone, he continues to speak.>
Eric Hardcastle: Several months ago, I started on that road. But that road was sidetracked. And I think we all know EXACTLY what road I am talking about.......the path that leads to the destruction of The Impact Players. Remember Gage Creed? Of course not. Why? Because he was a speck of dirt on the bottom of my boot. I put him down like the dog that he was. And we haven't heard from him since. Then came Ron Tibbs. At Valor Before Glory, I raged a battle against Ron Tibbs, Falls Count Anywhere. And we fought all over that arena, even outside of it. In the end, it was a superkick through a glass door that spelled the end for Ron Tibbs. I took it to the next level at Valor Before Glory. But even then, my intentions were being over shadowed. So on October 2nd, 2005........I did the unthinkable. I faked my own death. And in doing so, I stole something from The Impact Players. I stole the one thing that I had lost from the moment I launched this mission.........the element of surprise! Now I have regained that. Now, I will complete my mission. Immune, this Sunday, be prepared for an all out war. Forget the North American Title. I could care less about it. There is one thing I have my sites set on. As I proved on October 2nd, I will prove all over again on October 23......whatever it takes. Remember that Immune.....whatever it takes.
<Hardcastle turns his head over his shoulder and towards his tombstone. His eyes seem almost fixated on the marble stone. He shuts his eyes for a moment, remembering the heartbreak he has caused. He turns his back towards the camera and walks off into the sunset. Screen fades to black.>
