Post by Hardcastle on Nov 26, 2005 23:12:20 GMT -5
<The scene opens atop the Ghost Bar in Las Vegas, Nevada. The Ghost Bar is one of the hippest and most celebratory clubs in Vegas, residing atop The Palms. Five thousand watt sub woofers thump inside, as hundreds of drunk adults dance the night away. Tomorrow is the biggest night in the life of "The Prodigal Messiah", but his thoughts have been and continue to be on tomorrow night. It is the biggest match of his career. It is the biggest match in Valor's history. The floor of the Ghost Bar is paned glass. Below Eric's feet, you can see those intoxicated folks, having a good time. Eric peers down to his feet and observes the movements of the crowd. Eric pauses for a moment and then walks over towards the ledge. Looking across the Las Vegas skyline, Hardcastle admires the bright lights and big city. The camera zooms in from behind.>
Eric Hardcastle: Patience? Brandon, you expect me to have patience?
<Eric pauses for a moment.>
Eric Hardcastle: I've had patience. I've been patient, as I have been passed over for title matches, time and time again. So patient, that there was no belly aching. There was no bitching or complaining. I have kept my mouth shut. Then about six months ago, I won a Gauntlet match at Summer Sizzler. I went through three of the best superstars in Valor. And as a result of that match, I won the right to face the World Heavyweight Champion. I won the right to be called number one contender! But you know what.......I still didn't get my just do. And I attribute that to you, Brandon. Following Summer Sizzler, I became entangled with a feud with your hired hitman, Ron Tibbs. I had to battle Tibbs up and down, week after week. Finally, at Valor Before Glory, I crossed the line of extreme warfare and in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, I snipered your hitman and overcame, YOUR roadblock! Roadblock, after roadblock. You've used Tibbs, The Impact Players and technicalities to avoid this Sunday. In fact, since the World Title Tournament, every action you have taken has been in an attempt to put up more roadblocks.
<Eric begins to count on his fingers.>
Eric Hardcastle: The swerve at Sunday Night Slam, when you turned your back on me. The trap you attempted to spring with Brittney. And when that backfired, you attempted to run her over. Then you proceeded to put together The Impact Players. You hired Ron Tibbs as insurance. And finally, you get some great lawyers to find you a technicality. A technicality in order to avoid this Sunday. But you know what Brandon? You're not the only one with a crafty mind. I knew that if I laid the bait and put my career on the line, you would stick your little rat beak into the trap and take the cheese. And that's exactly what you did. Instead of a little metal bar snapping back, you're gonna be put into a triple tier cage, known as the Hell on Earth match!
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Brandon, you have come out, night after night.....rambling about this being your time. Grumbling about how your not willing to give up your reign and move aside. Fact is Bailey, you may not want to move aside, but you really have no choice. Tomorrow night marks the end of your reign. Its marks the end of your era. Make all the colorful comments you would like. Quote scripture, twisting its pure value for your own self serving prostituting needs. Cuz that's what you do best, Brandon. My actions will do the talking tomorrow night. Because the one thing you have ignored is what this match is really about. Its not about hatred. Its not about competition or trying to out do one another. Its about that belt. The belt you currently own. The very championship that is your life. Its your source of strength. For you, if you have that title, then all is right in the world. But here in REALITY........ITS WRONG!!! At Deadly Encounter, I am gonna rewrite that wrong. I am gonna make all that is wrong with reality and right it.
<Eric points at the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: You hold nothing above the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. And no matter how many times I would beat you or how many times I would embarrass you, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing is gonna put a sunder in you like taking the Valor World Title. Nothing would hurt you more. In order to drive the stake through your black heart, I must take the Valor World Title. And tomorrow night, that is exactly what I plan on doing. Its not gonna be a technical masterpiece. There will be no highflying. Its gonna be a fight. A FIGHT BRANDON!!!! A fight like no other. The blood will flow like the River Jordan. The sweat will fill buckets upon buckets. And the tears could flood a city. And through that blood.....through the sweat and through all the tears........it will be I, "The Prodigal Messiah" who rises from beyond and take my place atop of Valor Wrestling Alliance. Dreams and destiny become a reality tomorrow night. Remember that, Brandon. Dreams and destiny become reality!
<Hardcastle walks right up to the camera. The camera catches his piericing eye, as Hardcastle walks off screen. The screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: Patience? Brandon, you expect me to have patience?
<Eric pauses for a moment.>
Eric Hardcastle: I've had patience. I've been patient, as I have been passed over for title matches, time and time again. So patient, that there was no belly aching. There was no bitching or complaining. I have kept my mouth shut. Then about six months ago, I won a Gauntlet match at Summer Sizzler. I went through three of the best superstars in Valor. And as a result of that match, I won the right to face the World Heavyweight Champion. I won the right to be called number one contender! But you know what.......I still didn't get my just do. And I attribute that to you, Brandon. Following Summer Sizzler, I became entangled with a feud with your hired hitman, Ron Tibbs. I had to battle Tibbs up and down, week after week. Finally, at Valor Before Glory, I crossed the line of extreme warfare and in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, I snipered your hitman and overcame, YOUR roadblock! Roadblock, after roadblock. You've used Tibbs, The Impact Players and technicalities to avoid this Sunday. In fact, since the World Title Tournament, every action you have taken has been in an attempt to put up more roadblocks.
<Eric begins to count on his fingers.>
Eric Hardcastle: The swerve at Sunday Night Slam, when you turned your back on me. The trap you attempted to spring with Brittney. And when that backfired, you attempted to run her over. Then you proceeded to put together The Impact Players. You hired Ron Tibbs as insurance. And finally, you get some great lawyers to find you a technicality. A technicality in order to avoid this Sunday. But you know what Brandon? You're not the only one with a crafty mind. I knew that if I laid the bait and put my career on the line, you would stick your little rat beak into the trap and take the cheese. And that's exactly what you did. Instead of a little metal bar snapping back, you're gonna be put into a triple tier cage, known as the Hell on Earth match!
<Eric turns to face the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: Brandon, you have come out, night after night.....rambling about this being your time. Grumbling about how your not willing to give up your reign and move aside. Fact is Bailey, you may not want to move aside, but you really have no choice. Tomorrow night marks the end of your reign. Its marks the end of your era. Make all the colorful comments you would like. Quote scripture, twisting its pure value for your own self serving prostituting needs. Cuz that's what you do best, Brandon. My actions will do the talking tomorrow night. Because the one thing you have ignored is what this match is really about. Its not about hatred. Its not about competition or trying to out do one another. Its about that belt. The belt you currently own. The very championship that is your life. Its your source of strength. For you, if you have that title, then all is right in the world. But here in REALITY........ITS WRONG!!! At Deadly Encounter, I am gonna rewrite that wrong. I am gonna make all that is wrong with reality and right it.
<Eric points at the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: You hold nothing above the Valor World Heavyweight Championship. And no matter how many times I would beat you or how many times I would embarrass you, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing is gonna put a sunder in you like taking the Valor World Title. Nothing would hurt you more. In order to drive the stake through your black heart, I must take the Valor World Title. And tomorrow night, that is exactly what I plan on doing. Its not gonna be a technical masterpiece. There will be no highflying. Its gonna be a fight. A FIGHT BRANDON!!!! A fight like no other. The blood will flow like the River Jordan. The sweat will fill buckets upon buckets. And the tears could flood a city. And through that blood.....through the sweat and through all the tears........it will be I, "The Prodigal Messiah" who rises from beyond and take my place atop of Valor Wrestling Alliance. Dreams and destiny become a reality tomorrow night. Remember that, Brandon. Dreams and destiny become reality!
<Hardcastle walks right up to the camera. The camera catches his piericing eye, as Hardcastle walks off screen. The screen fades to black.>
