Post by Hardcastle on Jul 12, 2005 19:54:06 GMT -5
<The scene opens outside of the ROI headquarters. "The Show" Eric Hardcastle, dressed in an Armani dark grey suit and Hugo Boss maroon button down shirt, comes walking out towards the parking lot. On Hardcastle's forehead is a pair of Versace shades, as the sun is beginning to set at this time of night. Eric rubs his chin and flashes his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: Unbelievable, really. To think, a month ago, Eric Hardcastle was a big fish in a little pond. And now? Well.......now Eric Hardcastle is a BIG FISH IN A BIG POND! And just last night, The Show decided to swim out a bit, to the deep end. Lets cut to the chase. Last night, during an awesome main event match, someone decided to get a little froggy. I just got back from a meeting with ROI President Steven Lynch and he informed me that Immune left Overload in a foul mood. A mood so foul, that he wanted to warn me to stay clear of the monster.
<Hardcastle continues to walk towards the parking lot. His eyes become a little more sharper, as he speaks intently.>
Eric Hardcastle: The monster? Perhaps. Funny thing is, Immune and I are no stranger to one another. And what I did last night was for his own good. Believe it or not, Immune, I wasn't trying to come down and cost you a match. I wasn't trying to stick my nose, where it didn't belong. In fact, I was down there to try and help you. You got a triple threat match, where you got Saku and Fa Sho on the run. What would possess you to try and get a chair involved into this? This isn't some minor league bingo hall wannabee fed, this is Ring of Integrity. Your first match in ROI......a match you should have won. Believe it or not, I was down to try and help you from making a huge mistake. But you don't see it that way. In fact, all you did was shout obscenities to me. Then I have to hear from Steven Lynch that you are threatening me? You're changing man. And not for the good.
<Hardcastle enters the parking garage and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out the keys to his 2006 BMW 6 series M Class. He walks towards the elevator and pushes the up button.>
Eric Hardcastle: As I mentioned before, we have a history together. We have shared a locker room in a previous organization. So I know how upset you were after your long time friend, Saku, turned his back on you. I was there man.
<The elevator opens and Hardcastle enters. He pushes for the eighth floor and the doors close shut.>
Eric Hardcastle: Back in the day, people never really believed that you and I would cross paths. There was too much politics for this match to ever come about. Fans and even the boys in the back felt that we were on two separate paths. Similar, but separate, nonetheless. Immune was going down one parallel line and The Show going down another. And we all know what happens to parallel lines.......
<The elevator goes ding and the doors open. Hardcastle steps off and onto the eighth floor. He spots his car and squeezes the alarm to disengage it. The black paint sparkles in the sunlight.>
Eric Hardcastle: .........they don't cross. Well, guess those parallel lines weren't actual parallel lines. Looks like they just might have an intersecting factor. That intersecting factor is coming. Coming this Sunday at Slam. In the biggest match to date for ROI, The Monster meets The Show. Immune meets Eric Hardcastle. Immune, you have to understand one thing. I will do whatever it takes to emerge victorious this Sunday. With the World Title Tournament starting, this is my launching pad. One of the biggest matches of my career happens this Sunday. One of the biggest matches in the history of professional wrestling. A match that no one thought would actually surface. A match that means so much to so many.
<Hardcastle reaches his Beamer. He stops and leans up against it, slightly.>
Eric Hardcastle: Immune, this Sunday is going to mark the day that Eric Hardcastle.....The Show begins his march to the ROI World Heavyweight Championship. Not, Brandon Bailey, not Saku, not Sin City Saint and not even Immune, are gonna stop me. For all the accolades. For all the triumphs and victories. The awards and Championship belts. The one thing that has eluded me, my entire career is The World Heavyweight Championship. The one title that separates you from the history books to immortality. This Sunday is day one. This Sunday it begins. Immune........this Sunday........is................SHOW TIME!!!
<Hardcastle slides his Versace shades down over his eyes. He turns and opens the door to his BMW 6 Series and climbs in. The fine Corinthian leather squeeks, as Hardcastle adjusts his position. He turns the ignition and closes the door. Hardcastle pulls out, screeching the tires and heading for the exit of the the parking garage, as the screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Unbelievable, really. To think, a month ago, Eric Hardcastle was a big fish in a little pond. And now? Well.......now Eric Hardcastle is a BIG FISH IN A BIG POND! And just last night, The Show decided to swim out a bit, to the deep end. Lets cut to the chase. Last night, during an awesome main event match, someone decided to get a little froggy. I just got back from a meeting with ROI President Steven Lynch and he informed me that Immune left Overload in a foul mood. A mood so foul, that he wanted to warn me to stay clear of the monster.
<Hardcastle continues to walk towards the parking lot. His eyes become a little more sharper, as he speaks intently.>
Eric Hardcastle: The monster? Perhaps. Funny thing is, Immune and I are no stranger to one another. And what I did last night was for his own good. Believe it or not, Immune, I wasn't trying to come down and cost you a match. I wasn't trying to stick my nose, where it didn't belong. In fact, I was down there to try and help you. You got a triple threat match, where you got Saku and Fa Sho on the run. What would possess you to try and get a chair involved into this? This isn't some minor league bingo hall wannabee fed, this is Ring of Integrity. Your first match in ROI......a match you should have won. Believe it or not, I was down to try and help you from making a huge mistake. But you don't see it that way. In fact, all you did was shout obscenities to me. Then I have to hear from Steven Lynch that you are threatening me? You're changing man. And not for the good.
<Hardcastle enters the parking garage and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out the keys to his 2006 BMW 6 series M Class. He walks towards the elevator and pushes the up button.>
Eric Hardcastle: As I mentioned before, we have a history together. We have shared a locker room in a previous organization. So I know how upset you were after your long time friend, Saku, turned his back on you. I was there man.
<The elevator opens and Hardcastle enters. He pushes for the eighth floor and the doors close shut.>
Eric Hardcastle: Back in the day, people never really believed that you and I would cross paths. There was too much politics for this match to ever come about. Fans and even the boys in the back felt that we were on two separate paths. Similar, but separate, nonetheless. Immune was going down one parallel line and The Show going down another. And we all know what happens to parallel lines.......
<The elevator goes ding and the doors open. Hardcastle steps off and onto the eighth floor. He spots his car and squeezes the alarm to disengage it. The black paint sparkles in the sunlight.>
Eric Hardcastle: .........they don't cross. Well, guess those parallel lines weren't actual parallel lines. Looks like they just might have an intersecting factor. That intersecting factor is coming. Coming this Sunday at Slam. In the biggest match to date for ROI, The Monster meets The Show. Immune meets Eric Hardcastle. Immune, you have to understand one thing. I will do whatever it takes to emerge victorious this Sunday. With the World Title Tournament starting, this is my launching pad. One of the biggest matches of my career happens this Sunday. One of the biggest matches in the history of professional wrestling. A match that no one thought would actually surface. A match that means so much to so many.
<Hardcastle reaches his Beamer. He stops and leans up against it, slightly.>
Eric Hardcastle: Immune, this Sunday is going to mark the day that Eric Hardcastle.....The Show begins his march to the ROI World Heavyweight Championship. Not, Brandon Bailey, not Saku, not Sin City Saint and not even Immune, are gonna stop me. For all the accolades. For all the triumphs and victories. The awards and Championship belts. The one thing that has eluded me, my entire career is The World Heavyweight Championship. The one title that separates you from the history books to immortality. This Sunday is day one. This Sunday it begins. Immune........this Sunday........is................SHOW TIME!!!
<Hardcastle slides his Versace shades down over his eyes. He turns and opens the door to his BMW 6 Series and climbs in. The fine Corinthian leather squeeks, as Hardcastle adjusts his position. He turns the ignition and closes the door. Hardcastle pulls out, screeching the tires and heading for the exit of the the parking garage, as the screen fades to black.>
Let's see what Immune has, hope this is a good match, especially since Hardcastle is such big news in the ROI. Good luck!
