Post by Hardcastle on Dec 20, 2005 18:35:51 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside a parking garage. The garage is dimly lit, grimy and oily. Parked on the 3rd level is a black BMW 645ci. The tail lights flash, as "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle approaches his vehicle. The trunk lifts open and Eric tosses his bad inside. He closes the trunk down securely and holds the Valor World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder, as he faces the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Why am I here? Why am I inside a dimly lit parking garage in the late evening, all by my lonesome? It can't be safe. Not with Beezlebub lurking in the shadows..........stalking me, my family and all those whom I care about. You don't scare me Beezlebub. All your talk about my past, about history and about my father is just that.....TALK! You're trying to get inside my head..........and you might just be able to accomplish that. But the fact of the matter is, the only thing you really will accomplish to causing tremendous pain to yourself. You might be able to light a fire so large inside of me, that gods would notice us again..........but there's just one thing. When you play with fire.........you have a tendency of being BURNT!
<Hardcastle flashes a wicked smile.>
Eric Hardcastle: But that's Holiday Havoc. What's up next for The Prodigal Messiah is Thursday Night Thunder. This Thursday, I will face my toughest title defense to date, when I go one on one with Zmaster. Just the name strikes fears into the hearts of many. Zmaster is the "Master of Execution" and a legend in this sport. He has achieved greatness in every aspect of this business, held countless titles and dominated like no other. He is the current North American Heavyweight Champion and a true icon of this business. Our first one on one meeting and its for this belt.....right here.
<Hardcastle pats the gold plate.>
Eric Hardcastle: Zmaster, I hold no other professional athlete on a grander scale than you. The amount of respect I have for you is untouched. But this Thursday, it won't be about respect. Its about championship gold. MY....championship gold. A battle of champions, but it is only my World Title that is up for grabs. My head is not clear. My heart is broken. And my mind is not in the game. But Zmaster, believe me when I tell ya..........there will be no excuse this Thursday. I will have no pardon slip or escape clause to get out of this match. I will step into Thunder the World Heavyweight Champion and I will step out.......THE SAME! This business has always been about......kill or be killed. And this Thursday, I slay the legend. Put all of the accolades and all of the mountains of respect aside. This Thursday, I have one goal in site...............walk out World Heavyweight Champion..........NO MATTER THE COST!
<Hardcastle pulls the World Title off his shoulder and opens the driver's side door. He tosses his championship belt on the passenger side seat and starts the ignition to his car. The screen fades to black, as Hardcastle pulls out from his parking space.>
Eric Hardcastle: Why am I here? Why am I inside a dimly lit parking garage in the late evening, all by my lonesome? It can't be safe. Not with Beezlebub lurking in the shadows..........stalking me, my family and all those whom I care about. You don't scare me Beezlebub. All your talk about my past, about history and about my father is just that.....TALK! You're trying to get inside my head..........and you might just be able to accomplish that. But the fact of the matter is, the only thing you really will accomplish to causing tremendous pain to yourself. You might be able to light a fire so large inside of me, that gods would notice us again..........but there's just one thing. When you play with fire.........you have a tendency of being BURNT!
<Hardcastle flashes a wicked smile.>
Eric Hardcastle: But that's Holiday Havoc. What's up next for The Prodigal Messiah is Thursday Night Thunder. This Thursday, I will face my toughest title defense to date, when I go one on one with Zmaster. Just the name strikes fears into the hearts of many. Zmaster is the "Master of Execution" and a legend in this sport. He has achieved greatness in every aspect of this business, held countless titles and dominated like no other. He is the current North American Heavyweight Champion and a true icon of this business. Our first one on one meeting and its for this belt.....right here.
<Hardcastle pats the gold plate.>
Eric Hardcastle: Zmaster, I hold no other professional athlete on a grander scale than you. The amount of respect I have for you is untouched. But this Thursday, it won't be about respect. Its about championship gold. MY....championship gold. A battle of champions, but it is only my World Title that is up for grabs. My head is not clear. My heart is broken. And my mind is not in the game. But Zmaster, believe me when I tell ya..........there will be no excuse this Thursday. I will have no pardon slip or escape clause to get out of this match. I will step into Thunder the World Heavyweight Champion and I will step out.......THE SAME! This business has always been about......kill or be killed. And this Thursday, I slay the legend. Put all of the accolades and all of the mountains of respect aside. This Thursday, I have one goal in site...............walk out World Heavyweight Champion..........NO MATTER THE COST!
<Hardcastle pulls the World Title off his shoulder and opens the driver's side door. He tosses his championship belt on the passenger side seat and starts the ignition to his car. The screen fades to black, as Hardcastle pulls out from his parking space.>
