Post by Hardcastle on Feb 28, 2006 22:37:07 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside an Amtrak luxury suite. The lavish area is decorated with modern art, a twin size bed, leather couch and even a private bathroom. Seated on the black leather couch, dressed in a light tan Armani suit and a white Versace button down, is "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle. In his hands is a copy of the Holy Bible. Eric finishes reading a passage and then closes The Good Book. He places the Bible on the end table next to him. He draws the curtain back a slight bit and looks out .>
Eric Hardcastle: The night is upon us. And the days draw nearer and nearer. Michael Kyzer calls it....Excess. I call it a feeble attempt, by a burnt out coke addict, of trying to recapture something that was really never there. Lets face it Kyzer, you have been nothing more than hype, throughout your career. From coast to coast, this fish tail of Michael Kyzer grew and grew. And yet, his accomplishments in this business are lacking.
<Hardcastle shakes his head with disgust.>
Eric Hardcastle: Now we fast forward to the present. A time, where Michael Kyzer is a part of Valor Wrestling Alliance. But he is not here for vindication. He is not here to be a competitor. His one and only goal is to piss on everything I have accomplished. Piss on everything that I stand for. Piss on everything that I have scratched and clawed my way for. Kyzer doesn't have a competitive spirit. He has a vengeful one. Just take a look at his so called pay per view of the ages, Excess. Its in shambles. Its disorganized and unabundant.
<Hardcastle looks over to the empty space beside him, where the Valor World Title lies.>
Eric Hardcastle: The most important title in all of the world and it is an opening card act. Hell, you heard Kyzer. He said that if he could, he would book it and me, in a dark match. I wish someone upstairs at Valor would realize that Michael Kyzer is but a disease, a cancer, spreading throughout this company. Speaking of diseases, there is my opponent Cecil Caster. This Sunday, Cecil, you have been handpicked to take from me all that is me. Cecil Caster, chosen by President Kyzer, to take the Valor World Title from The Prodigal Messiah. Looks like that nasty heroin habit of Kyzer's has become a crutch for Cecil. If you are still continuing with your delusions of taking the World Title from me, you might want to kick that nasty habit. Come back to reality and realize you are nothing but a pawn on the chessboard of Kyzer. Does Michael Kyzer want Cecil Caster to become World Champion? No. What Michael Kyzer wants is for someone, anyone to ruin my life. Whether its Seth Xavier, Mike Stryker, Zmaster, Howie Mandel or even you Cecil Caster, is absolutely irrelevant.
<Hardcastle dusts his hands off.>
Eric Hardcastle: So this Sunday, at Excess, I am gonna open the pay per view, like it was the main event. I am gonna set the bar, so damn high......that El Giagiante is gonna need stilts and a trampoline to try and reach. I will come to Excess ready to defend my title. And I will walk out of Excess....still the World Heavyweight Champion. And that Cecil Caster......that's....GOSPEL!
<Hardcastle stares intently at the camera, as the underground train begins to travel into a dark tunnel. The light from the cabin turns out, as the train sounds its very loud horns. The screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: The night is upon us. And the days draw nearer and nearer. Michael Kyzer calls it....Excess. I call it a feeble attempt, by a burnt out coke addict, of trying to recapture something that was really never there. Lets face it Kyzer, you have been nothing more than hype, throughout your career. From coast to coast, this fish tail of Michael Kyzer grew and grew. And yet, his accomplishments in this business are lacking.
<Hardcastle shakes his head with disgust.>
Eric Hardcastle: Now we fast forward to the present. A time, where Michael Kyzer is a part of Valor Wrestling Alliance. But he is not here for vindication. He is not here to be a competitor. His one and only goal is to piss on everything I have accomplished. Piss on everything that I stand for. Piss on everything that I have scratched and clawed my way for. Kyzer doesn't have a competitive spirit. He has a vengeful one. Just take a look at his so called pay per view of the ages, Excess. Its in shambles. Its disorganized and unabundant.
<Hardcastle looks over to the empty space beside him, where the Valor World Title lies.>
Eric Hardcastle: The most important title in all of the world and it is an opening card act. Hell, you heard Kyzer. He said that if he could, he would book it and me, in a dark match. I wish someone upstairs at Valor would realize that Michael Kyzer is but a disease, a cancer, spreading throughout this company. Speaking of diseases, there is my opponent Cecil Caster. This Sunday, Cecil, you have been handpicked to take from me all that is me. Cecil Caster, chosen by President Kyzer, to take the Valor World Title from The Prodigal Messiah. Looks like that nasty heroin habit of Kyzer's has become a crutch for Cecil. If you are still continuing with your delusions of taking the World Title from me, you might want to kick that nasty habit. Come back to reality and realize you are nothing but a pawn on the chessboard of Kyzer. Does Michael Kyzer want Cecil Caster to become World Champion? No. What Michael Kyzer wants is for someone, anyone to ruin my life. Whether its Seth Xavier, Mike Stryker, Zmaster, Howie Mandel or even you Cecil Caster, is absolutely irrelevant.
<Hardcastle dusts his hands off.>
Eric Hardcastle: So this Sunday, at Excess, I am gonna open the pay per view, like it was the main event. I am gonna set the bar, so damn high......that El Giagiante is gonna need stilts and a trampoline to try and reach. I will come to Excess ready to defend my title. And I will walk out of Excess....still the World Heavyweight Champion. And that Cecil Caster......that's....GOSPEL!
<Hardcastle stares intently at the camera, as the underground train begins to travel into a dark tunnel. The light from the cabin turns out, as the train sounds its very loud horns. The screen fades to black.>
