War Wages---Eric Hardcastle

[Hardcastle]

<The scene opens inside the crowded resteraunt, Tavern On The Hill, in Marysville Pennsylvania. Seated in a fairly private section is the Valor World Heavyweight Champion and his beautiful girlfriend, Brittney Bailey. The leather booth is wrapped around the corner, as both Eric and Brittney are finishing up their dinners. Eric grabs his napkin, wipes his mouth and takes a sip of his Verdi champagne. He lifts his head from the table and stares intently at the camera.>

Eric Hardcastle: Three words......fall.....from.....grace. And one second later......I got a three hundred pound animal, out like a light. Immune, its just like that. In a second......I can turn your light out. Remember that.

<Eric lifts his glass in the air, saluting Immune.>

Eric Hardcastle: I cannot deny the fact that you have pinned my shoulders down....one....two...three. BUT, and thats a big but.......you cannot deny the fact that I have pinned your shoulders down for the one....two.....three. And at Wrestlefest, I plan to do what I always do.........whatever it takes. Whatever it takes Immune.

<Eric reaches to his side and lifts the Valor World Heavyweight Championship and places it on the table in plain site of the camera.>

Eric Hardcastle: Can you say the same, Immune?! Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you are willing to sacrifice life and limb for the right to be recognized as the very best in this sport?! I guess I'll get myself a little taste of it this Sunday. This Sunday, you and I will saddle up with a partner and meet in a tag team encounter at Sunday Night Slam. I couldn't ask for a better partner. Zmaster, is a legend in this sport. He has done it all. He has been to the top of the mountain and has pitched a permanent camp there. Also, it doesn't hurt that he's seven foot and over three hundred pounds. You, Immune? You got an untested rebel in Morbid Angel, as a partner. Morbid Angel, I've watched your matches. You've been extremely impressive. I saw what you could do at Holiday Havoc, as you and Seth Xavier took it too one another. And again this past Sunday, I watched, as the two of you went at it once again. You've got the size and mobility to be huge in this sport. I can't deny talent.

<Eric folds his hands in front of his face.>

Eric Hardcastle: But I also can't deny that I don't like you. Besides the fact that you would stand on the same side as Immune, I got a real issue with all your little Nazi/Hitler hate propaganda, you like to spread. Bring your pentagram.....bring your little Mickey Moused tattoo of a burning cross......bring whatever little Hitler teddy bear is gonna make you feel more comfortable. Cuz come Sunday Night Slam, you and Immune are gonna need to comforting from your loss. You're need something to lean on. Sucking one another's thumbs probably won't be enough. And whatever else the two of you decide to suck on is no one else's business, but your own. Just don't let videotape footage leak to the internet.

<Eric leans back in his booth, as Brittney finishes her meal.>

Eric Hardcastle: As Zmaster said, this Sunday is a war between good and evil. We're ready to wage war. Our team is strong. The question is.......is your's?!

<The waiter walks over to Eric, handing him his check. Hardcastle reaches into his wallet, slipping his Platinum Mastercard in the leather binder. He hands it right back to the waiter, as the screen fades to black.>

[Seth Xavier]

Not bad. Not your best, but not bad. I was digging your last few rps cause they had Hardcastle all emotionally riled up because of his father and everything. That is the kind of shit I dig. But this was still good.

[havok360]

I like the confidence in your character. When I read this I could feel feeling in it. I was impressed like always and it is going to be a task to for Immune and Morbid to take down a team as strong as Hardcastle and Zmaster. Looking forward to the event, good luck.