Post by Hardcastle on Sept 22, 2005 21:58:09 GMT -5
<The scene opens outside The Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York. The sun is starting to set on a gorgeous Friday afternoon. Valor Before Glory is only 2 more days away. Dressed in a charcoal grey Armani suit and a maroon red Dolce & Gabanna button down, is "The Show" Eric Hardcastle. Eric's hair has grown a tad longer and his face obviously has not been shaven in days. Eric unbottons his jacket and spreads his arms wide.>
Eric Hardcastle: Pepsi Arena. Albany.....the capital of New York. I stand outside this empty arena, just two days before Valor Before Glory. Why, might you ask? Pretty simple. I'm here to lead a tour. A tour around this historic structure. A tour directed at one Ron Tibbs. Because you see, this Sunday Tibbs, we aren't in just any type of match. No.....its Falls Count Anywhere.
<Hardcastle begins walking towards to the front gate, where the ticket window is.>
Eric Hardcastle: What that means, Ron, is that a pinfall could take place......right here in front of the ticket window.
<Hardcastle points at the ticket window. A lady working the ticket window, wearing a name badge that says Tanya is standing behind the window. She waves at Eric and Eric waves back.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tanya could be right there and I.......well, I could be right here.....pinning your shoulders to the concrete, while the referee counts the three count. Right here, outside the arena, Tibbs. Wouldn't that be something? Considering they are calling for heavy rain on Sunday.
<Hardcastle begins to walk towards the front door. He pushes the door open and stands just outside the gates that lead to the arena. He turns to his right and stops at the concession stand. Pizza, hot dogs, nachos and sodas are massively advertised at exhorberant prices. Hardcastle leans up against the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: The concession stand. Everything a Valor fan could want. There's pizza and french fries. Hot dogs and nachos. Every kind of soda you want........cept Coke products, mind you. And look.......The Pepsi Arena even serves beer. Ice cold Yungling Lager on tap. And this Sunday.......it might also be serving up a pinfall, courtesy of yours truly.
<A pimply faced boy, wearing a name tag that says Stan is working the counter. He cannot be missed, as he dawns a giant Hot Dog hat and has pimples the size of pepperoni lighting his face like Rudolph on Christmas eve. Stan pours an ice cold beer into a plastic cup. He hands the beer to Eric. Eric looks at him cross eyed, but politely takes the beer.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tibbs........right here, a pinfall could occur. Right here in front of the crater faced giant hot dog boy. He could bear witness to this on Sunday.
<A teenager begins to approach the concession stand and Eric hands him the beer. The kid's face lights up at the adult beverage. Eric continues to walk down the hall. He stops outside of the Men's room.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh yes.....Tibbs, a pinfall could take place right outside of the men's room. In fact..........
<Hardcastle walks into the Men's room and stops right in front of the stalls.>
Eric Hardcastle:...........a pinfall could take place right on this urine stained bathroom floor.
<Hardcastle pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: On second thought......no it couldn't. I'm not laying down in a pool of another man's urine. Yuck!
<Hardcastle begins to walk out of the men's room, as his shoes begin to make a stickey noise off the bathroom floor. Hardcastle walks straight ahead towards a gate, leading into the arena. Once inside.....Eric walks down the stairs and stops about 75 rows down. He takes a seat in section 309, seat 2.>
Eric Hardcastle: Right here in section 309..........a pinfall could take place. Anywhere, Tibbs. Anywhere. The question is......are you ready for it? Are you ready for the fight of your life? Its funny. All week long, the media has been asking me that very question. I have been scrutinize ever since this match was announced. People have told me that this will not be a wrestling match. I know that. Its going to be a fight. A fight like these people have not see in quite awhile. I've been told that I can't contend. That "fighting" is not my style. Well, I got news for you and everyone else out there......my style is whatever the hell I choose it to be. If you want to go out there and have a technical masterpiece, exchanging hold for hold.......I'll do it. If you want to take to the air and match high risk for high risk.......you're on. And if you want to fight up and down, inside and out of this arena.........I say ring that bell. My style is adaptable. I'll do whatever it takes to walk out of the Pepsi Arena with my hand raised in victory. Tibbs, you might have emerged victorious a few weeks back.........but I beat you within an inch of your life then. The only difference this time, Tibbs...........there won't be that inch. No DQ. No Countout. No submission. Survival of the fittest Ron.
<Hardcastle stands up and takes his jacket off. He unbuttons his cufflinks on his shirt and begins to unbutton his shirt, before taking it off. Eric tosses the shirt down to the ground.>
Eric Hardcastle: This Sunday. Valor Before Glory. I don't have any other plans but to come out and fight. I'm not coming to lock on headlocks and wrist locks. There will be no grapevines or arm drags. Its a fight, Ron. President Eisenhower once said......."Its not the size of the dog in the fight.........its the size of the fight in the dog." Ruff, ruff Tibbs!
<Hardcastle stares intently at the camera. His hands turn to balled up fists, as Hardcastle's muscles begin to contort. His ire is raised and his face begins to turn to a shade of crimson red. Hardcastle is ready for this Sunday. Hardcastle is ready for the fight. Screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Pepsi Arena. Albany.....the capital of New York. I stand outside this empty arena, just two days before Valor Before Glory. Why, might you ask? Pretty simple. I'm here to lead a tour. A tour around this historic structure. A tour directed at one Ron Tibbs. Because you see, this Sunday Tibbs, we aren't in just any type of match. No.....its Falls Count Anywhere.
<Hardcastle begins walking towards to the front gate, where the ticket window is.>
Eric Hardcastle: What that means, Ron, is that a pinfall could take place......right here in front of the ticket window.
<Hardcastle points at the ticket window. A lady working the ticket window, wearing a name badge that says Tanya is standing behind the window. She waves at Eric and Eric waves back.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tanya could be right there and I.......well, I could be right here.....pinning your shoulders to the concrete, while the referee counts the three count. Right here, outside the arena, Tibbs. Wouldn't that be something? Considering they are calling for heavy rain on Sunday.
<Hardcastle begins to walk towards the front door. He pushes the door open and stands just outside the gates that lead to the arena. He turns to his right and stops at the concession stand. Pizza, hot dogs, nachos and sodas are massively advertised at exhorberant prices. Hardcastle leans up against the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: The concession stand. Everything a Valor fan could want. There's pizza and french fries. Hot dogs and nachos. Every kind of soda you want........cept Coke products, mind you. And look.......The Pepsi Arena even serves beer. Ice cold Yungling Lager on tap. And this Sunday.......it might also be serving up a pinfall, courtesy of yours truly.
<A pimply faced boy, wearing a name tag that says Stan is working the counter. He cannot be missed, as he dawns a giant Hot Dog hat and has pimples the size of pepperoni lighting his face like Rudolph on Christmas eve. Stan pours an ice cold beer into a plastic cup. He hands the beer to Eric. Eric looks at him cross eyed, but politely takes the beer.>
Eric Hardcastle: Tibbs........right here, a pinfall could occur. Right here in front of the crater faced giant hot dog boy. He could bear witness to this on Sunday.
<A teenager begins to approach the concession stand and Eric hands him the beer. The kid's face lights up at the adult beverage. Eric continues to walk down the hall. He stops outside of the Men's room.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh yes.....Tibbs, a pinfall could take place right outside of the men's room. In fact..........
<Hardcastle walks into the Men's room and stops right in front of the stalls.>
Eric Hardcastle:...........a pinfall could take place right on this urine stained bathroom floor.
<Hardcastle pauses.>
Eric Hardcastle: On second thought......no it couldn't. I'm not laying down in a pool of another man's urine. Yuck!
<Hardcastle begins to walk out of the men's room, as his shoes begin to make a stickey noise off the bathroom floor. Hardcastle walks straight ahead towards a gate, leading into the arena. Once inside.....Eric walks down the stairs and stops about 75 rows down. He takes a seat in section 309, seat 2.>
Eric Hardcastle: Right here in section 309..........a pinfall could take place. Anywhere, Tibbs. Anywhere. The question is......are you ready for it? Are you ready for the fight of your life? Its funny. All week long, the media has been asking me that very question. I have been scrutinize ever since this match was announced. People have told me that this will not be a wrestling match. I know that. Its going to be a fight. A fight like these people have not see in quite awhile. I've been told that I can't contend. That "fighting" is not my style. Well, I got news for you and everyone else out there......my style is whatever the hell I choose it to be. If you want to go out there and have a technical masterpiece, exchanging hold for hold.......I'll do it. If you want to take to the air and match high risk for high risk.......you're on. And if you want to fight up and down, inside and out of this arena.........I say ring that bell. My style is adaptable. I'll do whatever it takes to walk out of the Pepsi Arena with my hand raised in victory. Tibbs, you might have emerged victorious a few weeks back.........but I beat you within an inch of your life then. The only difference this time, Tibbs...........there won't be that inch. No DQ. No Countout. No submission. Survival of the fittest Ron.
<Hardcastle stands up and takes his jacket off. He unbuttons his cufflinks on his shirt and begins to unbutton his shirt, before taking it off. Eric tosses the shirt down to the ground.>
Eric Hardcastle: This Sunday. Valor Before Glory. I don't have any other plans but to come out and fight. I'm not coming to lock on headlocks and wrist locks. There will be no grapevines or arm drags. Its a fight, Ron. President Eisenhower once said......."Its not the size of the dog in the fight.........its the size of the fight in the dog." Ruff, ruff Tibbs!
<Hardcastle stares intently at the camera. His hands turn to balled up fists, as Hardcastle's muscles begin to contort. His ire is raised and his face begins to turn to a shade of crimson red. Hardcastle is ready for this Sunday. Hardcastle is ready for the fight. Screen fades to black.>
