Post by Hardcastle on Aug 9, 2005 23:14:31 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside the hallway, leading to the locker room area, immediately following Sunday Night Slam. There is quite a bit of commotion, as Brandon Bailey has defeated Eric Hardcastle in the Semi Finals of the World Title Tournament. Both men are completely spent. Brandon Bailey is seen walking back towards his locker room with a couple bottle of spring water. Trainers and paramedics are seen walking out of the fourth door on the right. The camera zooms in, as the name "Eric Hardcastle" appears on the door. The camera man hesistates to just walk in. Moments later, the door opens and we get our first glimpse of Eric Hardcastle. Still dressed in his wrestling gear, he has a white terri cloth towel wrapped around his neck. There are three empty bottles of spring water lying at his feet, as he is seated on a black leather couch. Brittney Bailey has walked past the camera man, heading to the buffet table to grab a couple more bottles of water. The camera man slides past her and enters the room. Hardcastle sits, hunched over, his face down in the palm of his hands. He hears the camera man and looks up for a fleeting moment. He reaches to his side and grabs a half empty bottle of water. He takes a drink, still trying to catch his breath. He begins to speak in a slightly trembling, almost whisper.>
Eric Hardcastle: One second. One tiny....moment in time.
<Eric shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: If I could have.........if for just another........
<Hardcastle is at a loss for words.>
Eric Hardcastle: I put it on the line tonight. I gave everything I had for forty four minutes and fifty nine seconds. And then......my body gave out. I just di..........
<The door opens and Brittney comes walking back in with several bottles of water. Hardcastle finishes off the bottle in his hand. He takes a fresh bottle from Brittney and unscrews the cap. He takes a long drink of the cold fresh water. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. He takes another drink and feels a little more rejuvanated. He turns to Brittney.>
Eric Hardcastle: Thank you, honey.
<Brittney smiles at Eric, as she sits on the arm rest of the couch with a slight look of concern, still on her face.>
Eric Hardcastle: Well, Brandon. Tonight. Tonight was your night. Tonight, you proved to be the better man. Tonight, you stepped out in front of 18,000 strong and came out the victor. Congratulations man. That was one hell of a match. I feel honored and privileged to step into a ring for a near forty fives minutes and put on a wrestling clinic, like we did. And to all my fans out there, I appreciate all the cheering and chanting you did for me. It truly meant the world to me. And I hope that each and every one of you, walked out of The Myriad tonight thinking you got your money's worth. Thanks again.
<Hardcastle pulls the towel off around his neck and uses it to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. The white towel has a hint of red, as Hardcastle wipes around his mouth, which was busted open during the match.>
Eric Hardcastle: Its not over me, ladies and gentlemen. I have been only slightly sidetracked in my quest to become World Heavyweight Champion. While, I am not going to Summer Sizzler to face Saku for the World Title......I am going to Summer Sizzler to compete in a Gauntlet Match to become number one contender. In fourteen days, I will have to do battle with three of Valor's best. The Sin City Saint, who barely lost to Saku in the semi finals. Immune, a man I only, narrowly escaped with a victory from. And of course, the legendary ZMaster. You couldn't ask for a cast of bigger names. And at Summer Sizzler, I reclaim my quest to become World Heavyweight Champion. A Gauntlet match is so different from a regular match. Its not like I am facing the other three men at the same time. Its not even a tournament. This is a match that is a test of stamina. And a match that tests luck. Some say its better to be lucky than good. In a Gauntlet match, you need both. You just don't know which position you will enter in the gauntlet. And you don't know who you are going to have to start against. You might have to start with a technical match and then switch it up to a high flying match for the next opponent. And that's if you even have a next opponent.
<Hardcastle finishes off the bottled water in his hand. He drops it to the floor and takes a breath.>
Eric Hardcastle: But enough about the pay per view for right now. Because I need to concentrate on what is immediately ahead. Next week. Sunday Night Slam. Its me and the man that I just went through forty five minutes of hell with........Brandon Bailey. I can honestly say, I am looking forward to having Brandon as a tag team partner, rather than an opponent. So next Sunday, on the coat tails of the biggest pay per view of the summer, Brandon and myself will step into the ring with two of the most disgraceful individuals on the face of this planet.....Sin City Saint and Gage Creed. The two of you, since day one, have had this plan in mind to come after Brandon. To not only come after Brandon, but to come out at him, through his baby sister. Here's the thing.....
<Hardcastle flashes his trademarked grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: .................You weren't counting on ME! You see, somewhere throughout this entire mess, you brought Brittney and I closer together. Through all the darkness and tough times, Brittney and I found a connection. Not only that, but you two miserable slime balls, also united two hated enemies. The two of you brought together a force, that no one thought was possible. Don't get me wrong. Brandon and I don't hang out. We ain't good buddies. But we do have a common respect for one another. And now......we have a common goal. To rid Valor of two no good rotten son of a bitches! I may not look like a million bucks right now. I may look like I just washed up on a some deserted island. But believe you me, next week, I will be more than ready kick both your asses. And you can be assured that Brandon Bailey will have but one single thought on his mind, as well. This ain't gonna be about "Ws". It ain't gonna be about wrestling supremacy or professional records or accomplishments. We ain't coming for the dog and pony show. We're coming for one thing and one thing only. We're coming to kick your teeth down your throat!! Revenge is the theme of this match, of Sunday Night Slam in general. And you know what they say about revenge..............
<Hardcastle wraps his left arm around the waist of Brittney. He places his right hand on her upper thigh and begins to rub it. Brittney looks into the camera with heated eyes.>
Brittney Bailey:..........It's a dish served better, cold.
<Brittney continues to stare into the camera with heated eyes. She is feeling confident, that Eric and Brandon will get her revenge next week. Hardcastle remains seated with a wicked smile on his face. The screen begins to fade to out.>
Eric Hardcastle: One second. One tiny....moment in time.
<Eric shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: If I could have.........if for just another........
<Hardcastle is at a loss for words.>
Eric Hardcastle: I put it on the line tonight. I gave everything I had for forty four minutes and fifty nine seconds. And then......my body gave out. I just di..........
<The door opens and Brittney comes walking back in with several bottles of water. Hardcastle finishes off the bottle in his hand. He takes a fresh bottle from Brittney and unscrews the cap. He takes a long drink of the cold fresh water. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. He takes another drink and feels a little more rejuvanated. He turns to Brittney.>
Eric Hardcastle: Thank you, honey.
<Brittney smiles at Eric, as she sits on the arm rest of the couch with a slight look of concern, still on her face.>
Eric Hardcastle: Well, Brandon. Tonight. Tonight was your night. Tonight, you proved to be the better man. Tonight, you stepped out in front of 18,000 strong and came out the victor. Congratulations man. That was one hell of a match. I feel honored and privileged to step into a ring for a near forty fives minutes and put on a wrestling clinic, like we did. And to all my fans out there, I appreciate all the cheering and chanting you did for me. It truly meant the world to me. And I hope that each and every one of you, walked out of The Myriad tonight thinking you got your money's worth. Thanks again.
<Hardcastle pulls the towel off around his neck and uses it to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. The white towel has a hint of red, as Hardcastle wipes around his mouth, which was busted open during the match.>
Eric Hardcastle: Its not over me, ladies and gentlemen. I have been only slightly sidetracked in my quest to become World Heavyweight Champion. While, I am not going to Summer Sizzler to face Saku for the World Title......I am going to Summer Sizzler to compete in a Gauntlet Match to become number one contender. In fourteen days, I will have to do battle with three of Valor's best. The Sin City Saint, who barely lost to Saku in the semi finals. Immune, a man I only, narrowly escaped with a victory from. And of course, the legendary ZMaster. You couldn't ask for a cast of bigger names. And at Summer Sizzler, I reclaim my quest to become World Heavyweight Champion. A Gauntlet match is so different from a regular match. Its not like I am facing the other three men at the same time. Its not even a tournament. This is a match that is a test of stamina. And a match that tests luck. Some say its better to be lucky than good. In a Gauntlet match, you need both. You just don't know which position you will enter in the gauntlet. And you don't know who you are going to have to start against. You might have to start with a technical match and then switch it up to a high flying match for the next opponent. And that's if you even have a next opponent.
<Hardcastle finishes off the bottled water in his hand. He drops it to the floor and takes a breath.>
Eric Hardcastle: But enough about the pay per view for right now. Because I need to concentrate on what is immediately ahead. Next week. Sunday Night Slam. Its me and the man that I just went through forty five minutes of hell with........Brandon Bailey. I can honestly say, I am looking forward to having Brandon as a tag team partner, rather than an opponent. So next Sunday, on the coat tails of the biggest pay per view of the summer, Brandon and myself will step into the ring with two of the most disgraceful individuals on the face of this planet.....Sin City Saint and Gage Creed. The two of you, since day one, have had this plan in mind to come after Brandon. To not only come after Brandon, but to come out at him, through his baby sister. Here's the thing.....
<Hardcastle flashes his trademarked grin.>
Eric Hardcastle: .................You weren't counting on ME! You see, somewhere throughout this entire mess, you brought Brittney and I closer together. Through all the darkness and tough times, Brittney and I found a connection. Not only that, but you two miserable slime balls, also united two hated enemies. The two of you brought together a force, that no one thought was possible. Don't get me wrong. Brandon and I don't hang out. We ain't good buddies. But we do have a common respect for one another. And now......we have a common goal. To rid Valor of two no good rotten son of a bitches! I may not look like a million bucks right now. I may look like I just washed up on a some deserted island. But believe you me, next week, I will be more than ready kick both your asses. And you can be assured that Brandon Bailey will have but one single thought on his mind, as well. This ain't gonna be about "Ws". It ain't gonna be about wrestling supremacy or professional records or accomplishments. We ain't coming for the dog and pony show. We're coming for one thing and one thing only. We're coming to kick your teeth down your throat!! Revenge is the theme of this match, of Sunday Night Slam in general. And you know what they say about revenge..............
<Hardcastle wraps his left arm around the waist of Brittney. He places his right hand on her upper thigh and begins to rub it. Brittney looks into the camera with heated eyes.>
Brittney Bailey:..........It's a dish served better, cold.
<Brittney continues to stare into the camera with heated eyes. She is feeling confident, that Eric and Brandon will get her revenge next week. Hardcastle remains seated with a wicked smile on his face. The screen begins to fade to out.>
LOL! After knowing eachother for 8 years, we've never ONCE been in the same corner in a match...That's the truth! Ever noticed that? We've always been rivals in each fed we've been in together. Ladies and Gentlemen...Get ready for true e-fed wrestling history on Sunday. ;D
