Post by Hardcastle on Jul 15, 2005 20:59:50 GMT -5
<The scene opens up inside Uncle Joe's Cavern. This is the same place that the world last saw Immune of ROI. Dressed in a black Armani suit and a rich blue DKNY button down, "The Show" Eric Hardcastle walks in through the back door, the VIP door. Desire, one of the managers walks up to Eric. There is a spring in her step, as she recognizes The Show as a wrestling superstar. She walks briskly towards him, as her apron sashshays back and forth. The buxom blonde has a tantalizing smile on her face, as she stops, just inches from him.>
Desire: Oh my Gawd! You're him! You're Eric Hardcastle!!
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: In the flesh.
Desire: I have a very comfy private table available. I can seat you there, if you would like?
Eric Hardcastle: You read my mind.
<Desire smiles back towards Hardcastle, as she shows him to the VIP area and seats him in a lavish booth, adorned in velvet. Eric takes a seat, as he catches the lady sneaking a glimpse of his ass. He smiles to acknowledge and slides her a twenty dollar bill. She hesistates, but takes the bill and then begins to ask.>
Desire: Can I get you something to drink?
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah......let me have a Sex On The Bea.......
<Hardcastle pauses a moment and thinks to himself. Desire's eyes widen.>
Eric Hardcastle: Ya know what? Scratch that. I forgot I don't drink those gay ass drinks. Make it a Bourbon....straight up.
Desire: Coming right up. By the way, good save on the Sex On The Beach. We get a lot of......ummm.....well, you know.....heterosexually challenged folks that come in here and drink that.
<Hardcastle chuckles.>
Desire: You laugh, but its true. And they come in all shapes and sizes. Some of the guys are very "feminine looking", while others you just would have never thought. Maybe they are just fighting to get out of the closet. They might be a lil afraid.
Eric Hardcastle: Or they might just have a case of the limber toe. Pun intended.
<Desire laughs.>
Desire: Let me get that drink for you.
<Desire walks towards the bar, as Hardcastle leans back with his arms out wide.>
Eric Hardcastle: Heterosexually challenged? That's good. I like it. A few days ago, the world was.......forced to watch, my opponent this Sunday.....Immune ramble on and on about his childhood. I guess....."our childhood". I taped a little bit of footage from earlier today. Will the boys in the truck roll that footage?
<The screen fades out from the bar and into a green grassy park. The park is covered with all sorts of normal park rides, such as; moneky bars, tubes, teeter totter, and a slide. As the camera pans around and we watch tiny children play all around, their faces full of glee, the camera catches Eric Hardcastle standing at the swings. Dapered down, Hardcastle pulls on the chains of the first swing.>
Eric Hardcastle: So this is it, huh.....old buddy? This is the same park, that as children we played at. The same swing set that you and I took turns pushing each other on. Look........
<Hardcastle points to the wood support.>
Eric Hardcastle: ..............this is where you and I carved our names for the first time. "Eric and Immune......Best Buds Forever." And there's the heart that you insisted that we carve in as well.
<The camera begins to zoom in to get a close up, but Hardcastle puts his hand over the area.>
Eric Hardcastle: Too bad we can't go back to my childhood house, you know, the one where "we had sleep overs and you and I talked about losing our virginities to those chicks." Those were the days!
<Hardcastle lightly chuckles.>
Eric Hardcastle: One last push.....for old time sakes.
<Hardcastle sarcastically smiles, as he grabs the swing and whips it up and around the wood post at the top. The swing whips around and becomes tangled. Eric focuses into the camera, his light jovial side has dissappeared. A more serious look has overcome him.>
Eric Hardcastle: Pushing?! Pushing each other on a swing?! Maybe.......if we were FIVE!!!!!! Sleep overs and talking about losing our virginity?! I don't think so! Oh by the way, how is that project coming along for you, Immune? Find that special MAN, yet?! I don't even know where the hell I am right now. Its some park, in some city, that I don't even think I have been to before. Yet, Immune days dreams in a taxi cab about all these made up events?! I really wished that ROI had better drug testing. I mean seriously, you and I NEVER crossed paths until about three months ago. And we have NEVER had a sleep over and NEVER have we discussed your virginity! That's just plain weird. I don't know who you had this conversation with. But either you two were WAY too young to be talking about sex. Or you too were WAY too old to be having "sleep overs". Ughhh.....
<Hardcastle gets the shakes.>
Eric Hardcastle: ........it gives me the shakes just thinking about it. Well, that about covers it for me. This was Eric Hardcastle reporting from the park. Back to you......you handsome devil!
<Hardcastle winks at the camera and smiles. The screen fades out from the park and back into Uncle Joe's Cavern. The waitress has already brought Eric his drink. He takes a sip and leans back again.>
Eric Hardcastle: Riveting? I know. Now that the dog and pony show is over, lets get down to business. Lets get down to the business that is Sunday Night Slam. But lets keep everything straight. Ok, Immune? In no way, shape or form, did I interject myself at Overload to cost you a match. I came down to the ring for one simple reason.......justice. This match was huge. The ramifications were endless. And I certainly wasn't going to allow someone to either get a cheap victory. Or cost themselves a match, that as far as I was concerned, they had won. Look at the tape Immune. You dominated that match. You had Fa Sho and Saku, right where you wanted them. I have no idea what possessed you to go and pickup a chair. I tried to do you a favor. And the way you repay me is to come out on national television and talk smack about me. Tell untruths about "OUR CHILDHOOD". Up until three months ago, I had no idea who the hell you were. Then I tune into the All Wrestling Channel and you are spreading lies, saying that I "attacked" you?! You don't expect the people to actually believe this, do you? It was captured on national television. Hell, anyone could load up their TIVO and see for themselves.
<Hardcastle grabs his glass and finishes off the rest of his Bourbon. He places the glass back down. He reaches for a napkin and lightly wipes his lips clean.>
Eric Hardcastle: You know what, Immune? You got one thing right. Sunday Night Slam IS MY SHOW!! I am "MR. SUNDAY NIGHT." That goes for Slam. That goes for the pay per views. I OWN SUNDAY NIGHTS!! I am the franchise of Ring of Integrity. And the sooner you get with that program, the better. This Sunday, there will be blood shed. Problem is..........its not going to be mine.
<The Show slides out of the booth. He stands up, straightening his suit. He checks down at his gold Rolex watch. He looks back up.>
Eric Hardcastle: Time is ticking, buddy. And I have some things I need to attend to this evening. So, I will see you......at the main event of Sunday Night Slam.
<Eric turns his back and begins to walk away. His cell phone begins to ring and Hardcastle reaches into his jacket pocket. He slides it out and answers it. Unfortunately, the camera cannot pick up the contents of the call. A few seconds later, Hardcastle closes the flip cover of his phone and slides it back in his jacket. He stops for a moment and turns backaround. He looks back at the camera with his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: By the way Immune.........Michael Jackson just called. He said you left your teddy bear back at the Neverland Ranch.
<Hardcastle continues to flash that trademark grin. He turns and walks towards the bar. He hands Desire another twenty for the drink and heads out the backdoor. Desire smiles, as she watches The Show leave and shoves the twenty down her blouse. The screen fades to black.>
Desire: Oh my Gawd! You're him! You're Eric Hardcastle!!
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: In the flesh.
Desire: I have a very comfy private table available. I can seat you there, if you would like?
Eric Hardcastle: You read my mind.
<Desire smiles back towards Hardcastle, as she shows him to the VIP area and seats him in a lavish booth, adorned in velvet. Eric takes a seat, as he catches the lady sneaking a glimpse of his ass. He smiles to acknowledge and slides her a twenty dollar bill. She hesistates, but takes the bill and then begins to ask.>
Desire: Can I get you something to drink?
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah......let me have a Sex On The Bea.......
<Hardcastle pauses a moment and thinks to himself. Desire's eyes widen.>
Eric Hardcastle: Ya know what? Scratch that. I forgot I don't drink those gay ass drinks. Make it a Bourbon....straight up.
Desire: Coming right up. By the way, good save on the Sex On The Beach. We get a lot of......ummm.....well, you know.....heterosexually challenged folks that come in here and drink that.
<Hardcastle chuckles.>
Desire: You laugh, but its true. And they come in all shapes and sizes. Some of the guys are very "feminine looking", while others you just would have never thought. Maybe they are just fighting to get out of the closet. They might be a lil afraid.
Eric Hardcastle: Or they might just have a case of the limber toe. Pun intended.
<Desire laughs.>
Desire: Let me get that drink for you.
<Desire walks towards the bar, as Hardcastle leans back with his arms out wide.>
Eric Hardcastle: Heterosexually challenged? That's good. I like it. A few days ago, the world was.......forced to watch, my opponent this Sunday.....Immune ramble on and on about his childhood. I guess....."our childhood". I taped a little bit of footage from earlier today. Will the boys in the truck roll that footage?
<The screen fades out from the bar and into a green grassy park. The park is covered with all sorts of normal park rides, such as; moneky bars, tubes, teeter totter, and a slide. As the camera pans around and we watch tiny children play all around, their faces full of glee, the camera catches Eric Hardcastle standing at the swings. Dapered down, Hardcastle pulls on the chains of the first swing.>
Eric Hardcastle: So this is it, huh.....old buddy? This is the same park, that as children we played at. The same swing set that you and I took turns pushing each other on. Look........
<Hardcastle points to the wood support.>
Eric Hardcastle: ..............this is where you and I carved our names for the first time. "Eric and Immune......Best Buds Forever." And there's the heart that you insisted that we carve in as well.
<The camera begins to zoom in to get a close up, but Hardcastle puts his hand over the area.>
Eric Hardcastle: Too bad we can't go back to my childhood house, you know, the one where "we had sleep overs and you and I talked about losing our virginities to those chicks." Those were the days!
<Hardcastle lightly chuckles.>
Eric Hardcastle: One last push.....for old time sakes.
<Hardcastle sarcastically smiles, as he grabs the swing and whips it up and around the wood post at the top. The swing whips around and becomes tangled. Eric focuses into the camera, his light jovial side has dissappeared. A more serious look has overcome him.>
Eric Hardcastle: Pushing?! Pushing each other on a swing?! Maybe.......if we were FIVE!!!!!! Sleep overs and talking about losing our virginity?! I don't think so! Oh by the way, how is that project coming along for you, Immune? Find that special MAN, yet?! I don't even know where the hell I am right now. Its some park, in some city, that I don't even think I have been to before. Yet, Immune days dreams in a taxi cab about all these made up events?! I really wished that ROI had better drug testing. I mean seriously, you and I NEVER crossed paths until about three months ago. And we have NEVER had a sleep over and NEVER have we discussed your virginity! That's just plain weird. I don't know who you had this conversation with. But either you two were WAY too young to be talking about sex. Or you too were WAY too old to be having "sleep overs". Ughhh.....
<Hardcastle gets the shakes.>
Eric Hardcastle: ........it gives me the shakes just thinking about it. Well, that about covers it for me. This was Eric Hardcastle reporting from the park. Back to you......you handsome devil!
<Hardcastle winks at the camera and smiles. The screen fades out from the park and back into Uncle Joe's Cavern. The waitress has already brought Eric his drink. He takes a sip and leans back again.>
Eric Hardcastle: Riveting? I know. Now that the dog and pony show is over, lets get down to business. Lets get down to the business that is Sunday Night Slam. But lets keep everything straight. Ok, Immune? In no way, shape or form, did I interject myself at Overload to cost you a match. I came down to the ring for one simple reason.......justice. This match was huge. The ramifications were endless. And I certainly wasn't going to allow someone to either get a cheap victory. Or cost themselves a match, that as far as I was concerned, they had won. Look at the tape Immune. You dominated that match. You had Fa Sho and Saku, right where you wanted them. I have no idea what possessed you to go and pickup a chair. I tried to do you a favor. And the way you repay me is to come out on national television and talk smack about me. Tell untruths about "OUR CHILDHOOD". Up until three months ago, I had no idea who the hell you were. Then I tune into the All Wrestling Channel and you are spreading lies, saying that I "attacked" you?! You don't expect the people to actually believe this, do you? It was captured on national television. Hell, anyone could load up their TIVO and see for themselves.
<Hardcastle grabs his glass and finishes off the rest of his Bourbon. He places the glass back down. He reaches for a napkin and lightly wipes his lips clean.>
Eric Hardcastle: You know what, Immune? You got one thing right. Sunday Night Slam IS MY SHOW!! I am "MR. SUNDAY NIGHT." That goes for Slam. That goes for the pay per views. I OWN SUNDAY NIGHTS!! I am the franchise of Ring of Integrity. And the sooner you get with that program, the better. This Sunday, there will be blood shed. Problem is..........its not going to be mine.
<The Show slides out of the booth. He stands up, straightening his suit. He checks down at his gold Rolex watch. He looks back up.>
Eric Hardcastle: Time is ticking, buddy. And I have some things I need to attend to this evening. So, I will see you......at the main event of Sunday Night Slam.
<Eric turns his back and begins to walk away. His cell phone begins to ring and Hardcastle reaches into his jacket pocket. He slides it out and answers it. Unfortunately, the camera cannot pick up the contents of the call. A few seconds later, Hardcastle closes the flip cover of his phone and slides it back in his jacket. He stops for a moment and turns backaround. He looks back at the camera with his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: By the way Immune.........Michael Jackson just called. He said you left your teddy bear back at the Neverland Ranch.
<Hardcastle continues to flash that trademark grin. He turns and walks towards the bar. He hands Desire another twenty for the drink and heads out the backdoor. Desire smiles, as she watches The Show leave and shoves the twenty down her blouse. The screen fades to black.>