Post by Hardcastle on Aug 31, 2005 22:24:38 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside the shower of Eric Hardcastle. A gorgeous marble walk in shower, wet from the spraying water coming from both shower heads. The camera lens becomes slightly fogged, as the hot water continues to spray. Zooming in, Hardcastle can be seen. His back faces the camera and his arms are pressed against the marble tile. His head is downtrodden, as the hot water beads off his back. The heated moisture continue to builds, so the camera man backs out of the shower and into the bedroom. The camera man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silk hanky. He begins to wipe the lens of the camera clean. The shower door can be heard opening. The terri cloth towel slipped from the rack. The camera man turns the camera back towards the bathroom, as Hardcastle stands over the sink. The bath towel is wrapped around his waist, as Hardcastle runs his hands through his wet hair. With both hands pressed against the sink, Hardcastle stares at the reflective image of himself staring back.>
Eric Hardcastle: When I stare into the eyes of the image reflected back at me, I see a man who is more focused than he has ever been. I see the eyes of a killer......"The Career Killer". I see the eyes of the man that sent the mighty canadian, Gage Creed, back to the home of The Mountie. I also see the eyes of the number 1 contender to the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. Lets face facts, Brandon. Every night that you lay your head down to goto sleep, I am the last thought before you fall asleep and I am the very first when you awake from that cold, cold sweat. You look across the room and still see the Valor World Title on your mantle. And then, you are finally convinced that it was all a bad dream. Is it Brandon? Or is it more premonitions? Is it just a frozen moment of the future......your future?
<Hardcastle stands erect and faces the camera. He walks out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. >
Eric Hardcastle: But that....thats in due time. You see, The Impact Players.......they're like a snake, a rattle snake. And how do you go about killing a rattlesnake? Well, some would say you get yourself a shovel and just chop its head clean off. The only problem with that idea is that if you miss with that first initial swipe......it'll bite ya. It'll bite ya hard. So I got a better idea. I'm no "Crocodile Hunter". Instead, I am gonna trap the rattlesnake. The trap was sprung at Summer Sizzler, where I took the tail end of that snake.....its rattler and chopped it right off. I wounded the snake, stealing its personality......when I sent Gage Creed packing. But the snake quickly rebounded and grew itself a new tail. Of course, the new tail has no rattle....no personality. But its still the asshole of the snake. So last Sunday, I figured I would go ahead and get my shovel out. Ron Tibbs.....Brandon, calls you the insurance policy. I applaud the World Champion for getting some insurance. It looks like that policy is going to come to term, sooner than later. In fact, this Sunday I am gonna get the first annuity payment. Tibbs, when you signed on to become this "insurance policy", I don't think you knew what you had gotten yourself into. You have become the next target.....the next piece of the snake to be chopped off from the rest of the body. And soon enough, that snake will be just a head. Unable to move about. Unable to strike. I will stare that snake straight in the eyes. Stare into its blackend soul, before I lay upon the final blow and watch that snake die. Wither away to nothing more than a "once was". Take the body....the head will fall too. Tibbs, step 2 is upon us this Sunday. And I plan on carving myself a new pair of snake skin boots.
<Hardcastle reaches over to his dresser and turns back to the camera. He holds up a rattle snake's rattler and begins to shake it. The familar sound echoes through the room, as the screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: When I stare into the eyes of the image reflected back at me, I see a man who is more focused than he has ever been. I see the eyes of a killer......"The Career Killer". I see the eyes of the man that sent the mighty canadian, Gage Creed, back to the home of The Mountie. I also see the eyes of the number 1 contender to the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. Lets face facts, Brandon. Every night that you lay your head down to goto sleep, I am the last thought before you fall asleep and I am the very first when you awake from that cold, cold sweat. You look across the room and still see the Valor World Title on your mantle. And then, you are finally convinced that it was all a bad dream. Is it Brandon? Or is it more premonitions? Is it just a frozen moment of the future......your future?
<Hardcastle stands erect and faces the camera. He walks out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. >
Eric Hardcastle: But that....thats in due time. You see, The Impact Players.......they're like a snake, a rattle snake. And how do you go about killing a rattlesnake? Well, some would say you get yourself a shovel and just chop its head clean off. The only problem with that idea is that if you miss with that first initial swipe......it'll bite ya. It'll bite ya hard. So I got a better idea. I'm no "Crocodile Hunter". Instead, I am gonna trap the rattlesnake. The trap was sprung at Summer Sizzler, where I took the tail end of that snake.....its rattler and chopped it right off. I wounded the snake, stealing its personality......when I sent Gage Creed packing. But the snake quickly rebounded and grew itself a new tail. Of course, the new tail has no rattle....no personality. But its still the asshole of the snake. So last Sunday, I figured I would go ahead and get my shovel out. Ron Tibbs.....Brandon, calls you the insurance policy. I applaud the World Champion for getting some insurance. It looks like that policy is going to come to term, sooner than later. In fact, this Sunday I am gonna get the first annuity payment. Tibbs, when you signed on to become this "insurance policy", I don't think you knew what you had gotten yourself into. You have become the next target.....the next piece of the snake to be chopped off from the rest of the body. And soon enough, that snake will be just a head. Unable to move about. Unable to strike. I will stare that snake straight in the eyes. Stare into its blackend soul, before I lay upon the final blow and watch that snake die. Wither away to nothing more than a "once was". Take the body....the head will fall too. Tibbs, step 2 is upon us this Sunday. And I plan on carving myself a new pair of snake skin boots.
<Hardcastle reaches over to his dresser and turns back to the camera. He holds up a rattle snake's rattler and begins to shake it. The familar sound echoes through the room, as the screen fades to black.>
