Post by Hardcastle on Jan 15, 2006 22:12:50 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside the medical facilities of The Sovereign Bank Arena in New Jersey. "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle is seated on top of the medical exam table, as a medical technician unwraps a bandage from his packet. The technician pulls the wrapper open and place the bandage on Hardcastle's forehead. He reaches for some tape and tapes the bandage over the cut above the eye of the World Champion. The technician rolls his seat away, as Hardcastle takes a deep breath.>
Eric Hardcastle: For The Lord is a God of retribution; He will repay in full. Jer. 51:56.
<Hardcastle stares into the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Morbid Angel, tonight you took it upon yourself to send a message to me. Instead of just coming up to me like a man and asking, you decided to send a violent and destructive message. First through President Steven Lynch and then through a chair shot that scrambled my brains and busted me wide open. Well, you have my attention, Morbid Angel. You have my attention.
<Hardcastle shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: This started one week ago. One week ago, on Sunday Night Slam, you got the better of me. Plain and simple. I have no excuses. In a tag team match, you got the better of me, when you pinned my shoulders to the mat for the three count. But that was then and this is now. And in the now, we aren't talking about a tag team match. We're talking about one on one for the Valor World Heavyweight Championship.
<Hardcastle reaches over to his side and holds up the Valor World Title.>
Eric Hardcastle: This is the most important World Title on this very planet. No championship can be held above it. And I'll be damned, if I am just gonna lay down and turn this over to you. Morbid Angel, you will have to rip this belt from my dead hands if you want it.
<Hardcastle lays the Valor World Title on the exam table, as he slides off the front of the table and too his feet.>
Eric Hardcastle: Don't think for one second that I don't realize what this title means to you. Don't think for one second that I don't realize that you will do whatever it takes to take this title from me. I saw first hand tonight. I saw first hand that you are willing to kill and mame for this belt. Busting my head open. Spilling my blood all across New Jersey. Whoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made man. And my blood has been shed. Shed by you Morbid Angel. But at Wrestlefest, things will change. For at Wrestlefest, it will not be my blood that is shed. It will be yours!
<Hardcastle grabs his World Title and lays it over his shoulder. He begins to walk for the door. He reaches down and turns the knob. He pauses and lets go. He turns back to the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Morbid Angel, I am "The Prodigal Messiah". I am the modern day prophet of professional wrestling. You see, prophecies are word-pictures of something that is going to happen in the future. When that thing actually comes to pass, we see vividly in these prophecies the fulfillment of what had been predicted in the past. The prophecy predicted for you is the spilling of your own blood. The prophecy states that "The Prodigal Messiah" will emerge.....will rise from beyond and stand tall and triumphant. That is your future, Morbid Angel. That is the prophecy. See you in the future.
<Hardcastle turns and grasps the door knob. Turning the knob, Hardcastle exits the medical facility inside The Sovereign Bank Arena. The door closes, as the screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: For The Lord is a God of retribution; He will repay in full. Jer. 51:56.
<Hardcastle stares into the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Morbid Angel, tonight you took it upon yourself to send a message to me. Instead of just coming up to me like a man and asking, you decided to send a violent and destructive message. First through President Steven Lynch and then through a chair shot that scrambled my brains and busted me wide open. Well, you have my attention, Morbid Angel. You have my attention.
<Hardcastle shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: This started one week ago. One week ago, on Sunday Night Slam, you got the better of me. Plain and simple. I have no excuses. In a tag team match, you got the better of me, when you pinned my shoulders to the mat for the three count. But that was then and this is now. And in the now, we aren't talking about a tag team match. We're talking about one on one for the Valor World Heavyweight Championship.
<Hardcastle reaches over to his side and holds up the Valor World Title.>
Eric Hardcastle: This is the most important World Title on this very planet. No championship can be held above it. And I'll be damned, if I am just gonna lay down and turn this over to you. Morbid Angel, you will have to rip this belt from my dead hands if you want it.
<Hardcastle lays the Valor World Title on the exam table, as he slides off the front of the table and too his feet.>
Eric Hardcastle: Don't think for one second that I don't realize what this title means to you. Don't think for one second that I don't realize that you will do whatever it takes to take this title from me. I saw first hand tonight. I saw first hand that you are willing to kill and mame for this belt. Busting my head open. Spilling my blood all across New Jersey. Whoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made man. And my blood has been shed. Shed by you Morbid Angel. But at Wrestlefest, things will change. For at Wrestlefest, it will not be my blood that is shed. It will be yours!
<Hardcastle grabs his World Title and lays it over his shoulder. He begins to walk for the door. He reaches down and turns the knob. He pauses and lets go. He turns back to the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Morbid Angel, I am "The Prodigal Messiah". I am the modern day prophet of professional wrestling. You see, prophecies are word-pictures of something that is going to happen in the future. When that thing actually comes to pass, we see vividly in these prophecies the fulfillment of what had been predicted in the past. The prophecy predicted for you is the spilling of your own blood. The prophecy states that "The Prodigal Messiah" will emerge.....will rise from beyond and stand tall and triumphant. That is your future, Morbid Angel. That is the prophecy. See you in the future.
<Hardcastle turns and grasps the door knob. Turning the knob, Hardcastle exits the medical facility inside The Sovereign Bank Arena. The door closes, as the screen fades to black.>
