Post by Hardcastle on Nov 8, 2005 23:31:29 GMT -5
<A classic motiff decorates this office building. A heavy pane of glass encloses the window, leading to a beautiful view from twenty stories up. The camera centers in on an old Grandfather's clock. The polished wood shines, as the ticking with inside can be slightly heard. Standing in front of this clock is "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle. His back is turned towards the camera, as he is caught in mid thought. His head rotates a slight bit to the right, as he looks over his shoulder.>
Eric Hardcastle: Time is such a inanimate thing. Its something that is constantly around us, but we never truly seem to have enough of. Its something we cannot buy and something that cannot be changed. Time is measurable, yet priceless.
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: But I guess....not all time is the same. Take for instance, the actual definition of time. An instance or a single occasion for an event. An indefinite period. When I speak of that time, I'm talking about Deadly Encounters. I'm talking about my opportunity to finally climb to epicenter of this business. To prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, just who is the best of the best right now. My opportunity, MY TIME, to outshine all others. To put myself in the history books. November 27th will be a special time. That instance and that single occasion.
<Eric scratches his chin.>
Eric Hardcastle: Now there is another type of time......or should I say Tyme? This Tyme.......well, this Tyme is something that is constantly around us. But its certainly not something we don't have enough of. In fact, I've had more than two lifetimes worth of this Tyme. By now, you know I am speaking of Justin Tyme. At Halloween Horrors, Justin Tyme made his return to Valor and reunited with an old friend, Johnny Arsenic. And since then, those two really have done nothing more than issue idle threats, in attempt to push people around. At Sunday Night Slam, those two decided they were gonna try and push Havok around. They wanted to show just how tough they were, when it was two on one. And with all my dealings with The Impact Players, I've had it up to here.........
<Hardcastle raises his arm above his head.>
Eric Hardcastle:.........with the numbers game. So I took it upon myself to rectify the situation. After Havok was left without a partner, I decided it was time.......
<Eric snickers at the use of the word, time.>
Eric Hardcastle:............for me to try and put a stop to it. I volunteered to be Havok's partner last Monday. What I didn't volunteer for was to be involved in an ambush for the returning Meg and the reformation of ATM. But even with Meg's outside interference, you guys came up short. You couldn't get the job done against Havok and myself. Fast forward to the end of Slam. Fast forward to the part where The Impact Players pull out the number's card and layout Zmaster and The Creeper. So with a three on two advantage, I take it upon myself to step up to the plate. But instead, I get ambushed by ATM. Laid out backstage by Arsenic, Meg and Tyme. That very night, I marched into President Steven Lynch's office and demanded a match. Any match, really. I didn't care if it was three on one, two on one......whatever. So Lynch gave me a one on one encounter with Justin Tyme, this Sunday. This time.........
<Eric points towards the clock.>
Eric Hardcastle:..........its gonna be a little different. This time, it won't be a sneak attack....three on one, in the backstage area. No. This time, its gonna be you and me face to face. Justin, you and I have always had this underlining, deep seeded, hatred brewing. Now that hatred is gonna bubble over. Its gonna bubble over this Sunday. You fired the first blow, last week. I fire the final blow this week. And if Meg sticks her nose in my business again.........Brittney will put a stop to it.
<Eric turns and looks at the clock and takes notice of the time.>
Eric Hardcastle: Take notice of the clock, Justin. Take notice of each tick of the second hand. Take notice, as the countdown begins. Tyme's almost up............yeah, that time too.
<The clock strikes twelve and the chimes from the clock begin to ring.>
Eric Hardcastle: I guess I'm just......in........tyme.
<Eric smiles and begins to walk down the hall way. The clock continues to chime, as Eric heads for the elevators. The camera zooms in, as Eric enters the elevator and the doors close shut. Screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Time is such a inanimate thing. Its something that is constantly around us, but we never truly seem to have enough of. Its something we cannot buy and something that cannot be changed. Time is measurable, yet priceless.
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: But I guess....not all time is the same. Take for instance, the actual definition of time. An instance or a single occasion for an event. An indefinite period. When I speak of that time, I'm talking about Deadly Encounters. I'm talking about my opportunity to finally climb to epicenter of this business. To prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, just who is the best of the best right now. My opportunity, MY TIME, to outshine all others. To put myself in the history books. November 27th will be a special time. That instance and that single occasion.
<Eric scratches his chin.>
Eric Hardcastle: Now there is another type of time......or should I say Tyme? This Tyme.......well, this Tyme is something that is constantly around us. But its certainly not something we don't have enough of. In fact, I've had more than two lifetimes worth of this Tyme. By now, you know I am speaking of Justin Tyme. At Halloween Horrors, Justin Tyme made his return to Valor and reunited with an old friend, Johnny Arsenic. And since then, those two really have done nothing more than issue idle threats, in attempt to push people around. At Sunday Night Slam, those two decided they were gonna try and push Havok around. They wanted to show just how tough they were, when it was two on one. And with all my dealings with The Impact Players, I've had it up to here.........
<Hardcastle raises his arm above his head.>
Eric Hardcastle:.........with the numbers game. So I took it upon myself to rectify the situation. After Havok was left without a partner, I decided it was time.......
<Eric snickers at the use of the word, time.>
Eric Hardcastle:............for me to try and put a stop to it. I volunteered to be Havok's partner last Monday. What I didn't volunteer for was to be involved in an ambush for the returning Meg and the reformation of ATM. But even with Meg's outside interference, you guys came up short. You couldn't get the job done against Havok and myself. Fast forward to the end of Slam. Fast forward to the part where The Impact Players pull out the number's card and layout Zmaster and The Creeper. So with a three on two advantage, I take it upon myself to step up to the plate. But instead, I get ambushed by ATM. Laid out backstage by Arsenic, Meg and Tyme. That very night, I marched into President Steven Lynch's office and demanded a match. Any match, really. I didn't care if it was three on one, two on one......whatever. So Lynch gave me a one on one encounter with Justin Tyme, this Sunday. This time.........
<Eric points towards the clock.>
Eric Hardcastle:..........its gonna be a little different. This time, it won't be a sneak attack....three on one, in the backstage area. No. This time, its gonna be you and me face to face. Justin, you and I have always had this underlining, deep seeded, hatred brewing. Now that hatred is gonna bubble over. Its gonna bubble over this Sunday. You fired the first blow, last week. I fire the final blow this week. And if Meg sticks her nose in my business again.........Brittney will put a stop to it.
<Eric turns and looks at the clock and takes notice of the time.>
Eric Hardcastle: Take notice of the clock, Justin. Take notice of each tick of the second hand. Take notice, as the countdown begins. Tyme's almost up............yeah, that time too.
<The clock strikes twelve and the chimes from the clock begin to ring.>
Eric Hardcastle: I guess I'm just......in........tyme.
<Eric smiles and begins to walk down the hall way. The clock continues to chime, as Eric heads for the elevators. The camera zooms in, as Eric enters the elevator and the doors close shut. Screen fades to black.>
