Post by Hardcastle on Sept 13, 2005 19:44:41 GMT -5
<The scene opens with a 2006 Black BMW M6 pulling into the parking garage of the Hilton Hotel. The headlights dim down, as the car parks. The driver's side door opens and Eric Hardcastle steps out. Eric is dressed in a charcoal grey Armani suit and a maroon button down. He closes the door behind him, as the trunk unlatches and is released. Hardcastle walks around back, lifting his Jaguar suitcase on wheels out of the trunk. He presses a button on his remote and the trunk slows shuts and locks. Hardcastle double clicks and the squawk from the alarm sounds. Eric turns towards the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Congratulations to Zmaster with his huge win over The Sin City Saint. I would like to think I played some sort of positive role in that.
<Eric pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh wait.....I did. I was the Special Guest Referee.
<Hardcastle smiles and begins to pull his suit case behind him, as he heads for the elevator.>
Eric Hardcastle: But that was last week and I have to look forward to next week. Next week......Zmaster, you and I have a big tag match against The World Heavyweight Champion, Brandon Bailey and Ron Tibbs. Two men that I am very familiar with. Two men, who have been nothing but a thorn in my side for months on months now. Big man, I think Christmas has come early for yours truly. I get Brandon Bailey and Ron Tibbs in the same ring and at the same time. And the best part is......I got the biggest and baddest Valor superstar backing me up.
<Hardcastle arrives at the elevator. He presses for up and waits for a moment for the elevator doors to open.>
Eric Hardcastle: This is quite possibly the biggest tag match main event in the history of Valor. On one side, we have the challenger for the World Title at Valor Before Glory. He teams up with the number one contender for the same title. And on the other side, we have, two guys that need to practice lying on their backs. Because that's where both men will end up........flat on their backs.
<The doors open and Hardcastle rolls his suitcase onto the elevator, as he steps on. He presses for the lobby, as the doors come to a close.>
Eric Hardcastle: And after Slam, I get to take the next step in making the Impact Players extinct. Ron Tibbs, the so called "insurance policy". Fact is, I think Brandon got a bad deal. Tibbs, you're kind of like PMI. You don't do a damn bit a good for the policy holder. Nope, all you do is cost him a small fortune. The fact of the matter is Tibbs, insurance or no insurance, I will get my hands on Brandon Bailey. If he is champion, great. And if he isn't.....it really makes no difference. My goal is the destruction of the Impact Players. Just ask Gage Creed.
<The doors open and the elevator arrives at the hotel lobby. A gorgeous fountain adorns the middle of the lobby, as Hardcastle walks off the elevator, with his suitcase in toe.>
Eric Hardcastle: Two weeks, Tibbs. Two weeks. In two weeks, you and I go one on one......Falls Count Anywhere. You do understand that means a pinfall could take place right here in the Hilton Hotel. A pinfall could take place anywhere and by any means. I am going to show you a whole new side of Eric Hardcastle, Tibbs. They don't call me "The Show" for nothing. Tibbs, the curtain closes on you in two weeks. Count on it.
<Hardcastle walks towards the check in desk. His suitcase rolls behind him, as Hardcastle stops at the desk. He begins to converse with the lady working the front desk, as the screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Congratulations to Zmaster with his huge win over The Sin City Saint. I would like to think I played some sort of positive role in that.
<Eric pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh wait.....I did. I was the Special Guest Referee.
<Hardcastle smiles and begins to pull his suit case behind him, as he heads for the elevator.>
Eric Hardcastle: But that was last week and I have to look forward to next week. Next week......Zmaster, you and I have a big tag match against The World Heavyweight Champion, Brandon Bailey and Ron Tibbs. Two men that I am very familiar with. Two men, who have been nothing but a thorn in my side for months on months now. Big man, I think Christmas has come early for yours truly. I get Brandon Bailey and Ron Tibbs in the same ring and at the same time. And the best part is......I got the biggest and baddest Valor superstar backing me up.
<Hardcastle arrives at the elevator. He presses for up and waits for a moment for the elevator doors to open.>
Eric Hardcastle: This is quite possibly the biggest tag match main event in the history of Valor. On one side, we have the challenger for the World Title at Valor Before Glory. He teams up with the number one contender for the same title. And on the other side, we have, two guys that need to practice lying on their backs. Because that's where both men will end up........flat on their backs.
<The doors open and Hardcastle rolls his suitcase onto the elevator, as he steps on. He presses for the lobby, as the doors come to a close.>
Eric Hardcastle: And after Slam, I get to take the next step in making the Impact Players extinct. Ron Tibbs, the so called "insurance policy". Fact is, I think Brandon got a bad deal. Tibbs, you're kind of like PMI. You don't do a damn bit a good for the policy holder. Nope, all you do is cost him a small fortune. The fact of the matter is Tibbs, insurance or no insurance, I will get my hands on Brandon Bailey. If he is champion, great. And if he isn't.....it really makes no difference. My goal is the destruction of the Impact Players. Just ask Gage Creed.
<The doors open and the elevator arrives at the hotel lobby. A gorgeous fountain adorns the middle of the lobby, as Hardcastle walks off the elevator, with his suitcase in toe.>
Eric Hardcastle: Two weeks, Tibbs. Two weeks. In two weeks, you and I go one on one......Falls Count Anywhere. You do understand that means a pinfall could take place right here in the Hilton Hotel. A pinfall could take place anywhere and by any means. I am going to show you a whole new side of Eric Hardcastle, Tibbs. They don't call me "The Show" for nothing. Tibbs, the curtain closes on you in two weeks. Count on it.
<Hardcastle walks towards the check in desk. His suitcase rolls behind him, as Hardcastle stops at the desk. He begins to converse with the lady working the front desk, as the screen fades to black.>