Post by Hardcastle on Jul 26, 2005 22:20:03 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside Holy Spirit Hospital. The camera man spots Eric Hardcastle, seated in a wheel chair. His face is tilted and rested in his right hand. Eric is dressed in a white Versace button down and a pair of black slacks made by Armani. A black male nurse is rolling Eric to the checkout window. Eric shakes his head and looks up towards the nurse.>
Eric Hardcastle: You know....I am perfectly capable of walking.
<The nurse looks down at Eric.>
Nurse: Hey man! Take it up wit da docs. I don't make dem rules.
<Eric shakes his head and begins to groan a bit. The nurse pulls up to the checkout window and the female nurse behind the glass hands him a clip board. The make nurse bends down and hands the clip board to Eric. He points to where Eric needs to sign. Eric grabs the pen off the top of the clipboard and begins to sign his name in the appropriate places. When he finishes, he hands the clipboard back to the male nurse. The male nurse turns to Eric.>
Nurse: And you gots someone to pick you up, right?
<Eric looks up towards the nurse.>
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah.
<Eric strains a bit and begins to sit up. The male nurse gives Eric a slight shove and Hardcastle sits back down. Eric looks annoyed.>
Eric Hardcastle: Not an Eric Hardcastle fan, eh?
<The male nurse shakes his head and with a crooked smile, responds.>
Nurse: Nah.....I prefer Saku.
<With a bewildered look, Eric shakes his head. The male nurse explains to Eric that it will be just a few moments to get the paperworked process. The nurse scratches his head.>
Nurse: I saw what happened to yo dis week.
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah?
Nurse: Explains why yo here.
Eric Hardcastle: That's good. I mean, we couldn't go any further in the check out process unless you knew the EXACT reason why I am here.
<The nurse shakes his head.>
Nurse: Yo shure a smart ass.
Eric Hardcastle: And you sure speak some horrible English.
<The nurse turns his back to Eric.>
Nurse: Good luck this Sunday. Ma boy Fa Sho gonna whoop yo ass! And thats FA SHO!
<Eric smacks his forehead with his hand. He shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Thanks.
<A page comes over the loud speaker and the male nurse is being paged for a phone call. He tells Eric that he needs to take this and he will be right back. The nurse walks away, leaving Eric waiting at the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: Saku?! What a joke. And thats FA SHO! So as I look in the lens of this obscenely expensive television camera, everyone can see "The Show" Eric Hardcastle with a slight concussion, a little drugged out and very much pissed off. But I'm not getting emotional. No, not today. You see, I have a huge match ahead of me at Sunday Night Slam. First round battle for the ROI World Title. And I have drawn the unenviable task of facing Fa Sho. Last week, Brandon Bailey made pretty quick work of Fa Sho. I plan to do the same. I plan to step into the ring Sunday, at 100%, and prove to the world who the REAL SHOW IS! Fa Sho......you're gonna get beat.....Fa Sure!
<Hardcastle leans back in his wheel chair.>
Eric Hardcastle: So that brings me to Brandon Bailey. Sitting up in the hospital bed, waiting to get out of this joint.......doesn't leave a whole lot to do. So, I tune into the All Wrestling Channel and who do I see? Brandon Bailey. You don't look good, Brando. Something seems to be bothering you. Last week on Slam, you made it perfectly clear that you want me to stay away from Brittney. Evidently, I have been sending mixed signals to you Brandon. So, let me be frank with you right now. Let me put all my cards on the table, so you and I know where one another is coming from. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! Whether you approve or disapprove of your sister and I, it don't matter to me. She is a beautiful, mature woman........who loves to have her ears suckled.
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: You need to get used to the fact that what she does in her personal life, does not need your approval. Its no secret, that you don't like me. That you have never liked me. But its no secret, that I don't like you. Since the first day I thought about becoming a professional wrestler, I watched you in action. Even as a casual fan, I was an admirer of your in ring work. And to this day, I am still an admirer of your in ring work. Your technical abilty is superior, bar none. But your attitude sucks. It always has and always will. When I heard Brandon Bailey went sober, I thought for one fleeting second that we might see a change in attitude. It was the bitterness and drunkness that caused it all. But it really isn't, is it? It always seems things happen for a reason. Ironically, this Sunday, you and I appear on the same card in two very important matchups. I face Fa Sho. And you're facing Immune. I don't envy you Brandon. But how poetic, that if we both advance, it will be you and I in the semi finals, for an opportunity to goto the finals to win the World Title. And don't think for one second, that I've forgotten what you did to me last week. What you did, after I came down and saved your ass for the second week in a row. But you know what, Brandon? This Sunday is going to be different. Because this Sunday, when Immune is kicking your ass from one side of the building to the other side, Eric Hardcastle won't be there to save you. And if The Sin City Saint decides to rear his ugly head........you might want to start praying. Last week, you drew the line in the sand. Now there is no turning back. You're on one side of the field and I'm on the other. Don't look to me for an assist.
<The male nurse returns and tells Eric he is all ready to go. He begins to roll Eric through the swinging doors and to the waiting room.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh and Brando. Don't wait up tonight.
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin, as he is rolled out into the waiting room. A brunette peers over the magazine she is reading and its Brittney Bailey. Brittney uncrosses her legs and puts down her magazine. She walks towards Eric. She bends down and reaches for his hand, bringing his hand close to her cheek. The screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: You know....I am perfectly capable of walking.
<The nurse looks down at Eric.>
Nurse: Hey man! Take it up wit da docs. I don't make dem rules.
<Eric shakes his head and begins to groan a bit. The nurse pulls up to the checkout window and the female nurse behind the glass hands him a clip board. The make nurse bends down and hands the clip board to Eric. He points to where Eric needs to sign. Eric grabs the pen off the top of the clipboard and begins to sign his name in the appropriate places. When he finishes, he hands the clipboard back to the male nurse. The male nurse turns to Eric.>
Nurse: And you gots someone to pick you up, right?
<Eric looks up towards the nurse.>
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah.
<Eric strains a bit and begins to sit up. The male nurse gives Eric a slight shove and Hardcastle sits back down. Eric looks annoyed.>
Eric Hardcastle: Not an Eric Hardcastle fan, eh?
<The male nurse shakes his head and with a crooked smile, responds.>
Nurse: Nah.....I prefer Saku.
<With a bewildered look, Eric shakes his head. The male nurse explains to Eric that it will be just a few moments to get the paperworked process. The nurse scratches his head.>
Nurse: I saw what happened to yo dis week.
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah?
Nurse: Explains why yo here.
Eric Hardcastle: That's good. I mean, we couldn't go any further in the check out process unless you knew the EXACT reason why I am here.
<The nurse shakes his head.>
Nurse: Yo shure a smart ass.
Eric Hardcastle: And you sure speak some horrible English.
<The nurse turns his back to Eric.>
Nurse: Good luck this Sunday. Ma boy Fa Sho gonna whoop yo ass! And thats FA SHO!
<Eric smacks his forehead with his hand. He shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Thanks.
<A page comes over the loud speaker and the male nurse is being paged for a phone call. He tells Eric that he needs to take this and he will be right back. The nurse walks away, leaving Eric waiting at the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: Saku?! What a joke. And thats FA SHO! So as I look in the lens of this obscenely expensive television camera, everyone can see "The Show" Eric Hardcastle with a slight concussion, a little drugged out and very much pissed off. But I'm not getting emotional. No, not today. You see, I have a huge match ahead of me at Sunday Night Slam. First round battle for the ROI World Title. And I have drawn the unenviable task of facing Fa Sho. Last week, Brandon Bailey made pretty quick work of Fa Sho. I plan to do the same. I plan to step into the ring Sunday, at 100%, and prove to the world who the REAL SHOW IS! Fa Sho......you're gonna get beat.....Fa Sure!
<Hardcastle leans back in his wheel chair.>
Eric Hardcastle: So that brings me to Brandon Bailey. Sitting up in the hospital bed, waiting to get out of this joint.......doesn't leave a whole lot to do. So, I tune into the All Wrestling Channel and who do I see? Brandon Bailey. You don't look good, Brando. Something seems to be bothering you. Last week on Slam, you made it perfectly clear that you want me to stay away from Brittney. Evidently, I have been sending mixed signals to you Brandon. So, let me be frank with you right now. Let me put all my cards on the table, so you and I know where one another is coming from. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! Whether you approve or disapprove of your sister and I, it don't matter to me. She is a beautiful, mature woman........who loves to have her ears suckled.
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: You need to get used to the fact that what she does in her personal life, does not need your approval. Its no secret, that you don't like me. That you have never liked me. But its no secret, that I don't like you. Since the first day I thought about becoming a professional wrestler, I watched you in action. Even as a casual fan, I was an admirer of your in ring work. And to this day, I am still an admirer of your in ring work. Your technical abilty is superior, bar none. But your attitude sucks. It always has and always will. When I heard Brandon Bailey went sober, I thought for one fleeting second that we might see a change in attitude. It was the bitterness and drunkness that caused it all. But it really isn't, is it? It always seems things happen for a reason. Ironically, this Sunday, you and I appear on the same card in two very important matchups. I face Fa Sho. And you're facing Immune. I don't envy you Brandon. But how poetic, that if we both advance, it will be you and I in the semi finals, for an opportunity to goto the finals to win the World Title. And don't think for one second, that I've forgotten what you did to me last week. What you did, after I came down and saved your ass for the second week in a row. But you know what, Brandon? This Sunday is going to be different. Because this Sunday, when Immune is kicking your ass from one side of the building to the other side, Eric Hardcastle won't be there to save you. And if The Sin City Saint decides to rear his ugly head........you might want to start praying. Last week, you drew the line in the sand. Now there is no turning back. You're on one side of the field and I'm on the other. Don't look to me for an assist.
<The male nurse returns and tells Eric he is all ready to go. He begins to roll Eric through the swinging doors and to the waiting room.>
Eric Hardcastle: Oh and Brando. Don't wait up tonight.
<Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin, as he is rolled out into the waiting room. A brunette peers over the magazine she is reading and its Brittney Bailey. Brittney uncrosses her legs and puts down her magazine. She walks towards Eric. She bends down and reaches for his hand, bringing his hand close to her cheek. The screen fades to black.>
