Post by Hardcastle on Jul 21, 2005 19:07:46 GMT -5
<The scene opens outside of Stephenson's Flowers in Camp Hill, PA. A black 2006 BMW 6 Series M Class can be seen turning onto Bleacher Street. The V10, 500 horsepower and 383lb.-ft torque roars into the parking lot. No one, other than this man, owns this car, as of yet. The driver's side door opens and "The Show" Eric Hardcastle steps out. Dressed in a black DKNY suit and a lime green Armani button down, Hardcastle closes the door behind him. His Nextel i860 plastered to his ear and smile, from ear to ear is visible. Hardcastle brushes his hand through his hair and is nodding his head in approval.>
Eric Hardcastle: I hear ya. I know....I know. Oh...don't worry. Brandon will just have to get used to the idea. What? Ohh...don't worry. Hey, we have a history together. Not the best in the world, but I am sure he will come to his senses. He is just.....yeah...yeah, I know. But I rea.....ok.
<Hardcastle shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Stupid call waiting.
<Suddenly, the phone clicks back and Hardcastle is live once again.>
Eric Hardcastle: You missed me? You were gone all of thirty seconds. HA! HA! Anywa.....oh. Ok. If you got to take it, take it. We can talk more later. Yeah...its cool. Don't sweat it. Alright, I will talk to you later. Yes...I will be there on Sunday. Ok....see you then. Bye.
<Hardcastle folds his flip phone closed and slides his phone back into his jacket pocket. He begins to walk towards the front door of the flower shop.>
Eric Hardcastle: Probably wondering why I am standing outside of Stephenson's Flowers just a few days before Sunday Night Slam? Well.....I'm here to go skydiving.
<Hardcastle shakes his head and smiles.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'm here to buy flowers. But you probably already had guessed that. So moving on. Ya know, before I left the house today, I decided to put on the All Wrestling Channel. Wrestling news has been quite quiet these last few days and I wanted to see if there was anything going on. Sure enough, I see my "old pal" Brandon Bailey. Brandon, I think your lack of alcohol, as of late, has gone straight to your head. Last week, I came down to that ring because you just got your ass handed to you. The Sin City Saint knocked you out and turned his eyes to Britt.......NEY. Brittney isn't a wrestler. I wasn't going to just sit there and watch it on the monitors. Its called valor, Brandon. It called chivalry. Its not as dead, as others may want to believe. I still believe in it. So when The Sin City Saint put his hands on her, I felt someone had to do something. As far as I'm concerned, this is a new era is professional wrestling. Our history is just that.....history. Don't confuse me with Saint. Violation? What he did was exactly that. Don't put me into the same subject.
<Hardcastle opens the door to the flower shop and walks in. He begins to look around and then comes to the conclusion, he has no idea what he is looking at. He walks up to the counter, where a middle aged man is standing. The man with salt and pepper colored hair and a brown leather vest asks Hardcastle if he can be of service. Eric slides his shades up on his forehead and smiles.>
Eric Hardcastle: I need two dozen long stemmed roses delivered to this address.
<Hardcastle reaches into his pocket and reaches for a small folded piece of paper. He unwraps the paper and hands it to the man behind the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'd like a card too.
<The middle aged man smiles and asks Eric what he would like the card to say. Eric ponders for a while.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'm really not sure what it should say.
<Eric begins to rub his chin, as he wants something that is creative, yet funny to really reflect the kind of person he is.>
Eric Hardcastle: I got it! I would like the card to read......."Love and Kisses On All Your Pink Parts. Love, Eric."
<The middle aged man's eyes widen as he sits on his stool, slightly shocked. Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Man: Are you sure?
<Hardcastle's cell phone rings. He holds one finger up, signaling to give him a moment. Hardcastle reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He answers it and listens to the person on the other end. He turns back to salesman. He whispers.>
Eric Hardcastle: I think I want to change the card.
<The man begins to scribble out what he wrote and patiently waits. Eric finishes up his conversation and comes back to the corner.>
Eric Hardcastle: Change it to........Had a great time last weekend. Hope we can do it again sometime soon. Perhaps we can get dinner again this Sunday. But if not, its cool. We'll try for another time. Love, Eric.
<The man behind the counter winks at Eric.>
Man: Better. Much better.
<Eric nods his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah...I think so.
<The man begins to put the order together and totals up the bill. Eric hands him his American Express and pays for the flowers. The man runs his credit card and hands it back to Eric. He slides the receipt over and Eric, gladly signs it and hands it back. The man hands Eric his copy and Hardcastle pulls his shades down and begins to exit the store.>
Eric Hardcastle: So that brings me to The Sin City Saint. The big gambler, huh? Last week you rolled the dice. Uh oh! Snake eyes! Saint, you tried to show how big of a man you were, yet you came out looking like a whining, sour brat! Who picks on a defenseless woman, anyway? What the hell is wrong with you? Did something go wrong in your childhood? You know what, Saint. It don't matter the excuse. Because for each action, there is a reaction! This Sunday, you are going to FEEL MY REACTION!!! That is unless, Brandon Bailey gets to you first. Beware Saint. Shows over.......FOR YOU!
<Hardcastle exits out the front door of Stephenson's Flowers and walks out into the parking lot. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. He clicks the alarm, to disarm. He opens the drivers side door and enters his car. The smooth corinthian leather allows, Eric to effortlessly slide in. He closes the door behind him, as the screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: I hear ya. I know....I know. Oh...don't worry. Brandon will just have to get used to the idea. What? Ohh...don't worry. Hey, we have a history together. Not the best in the world, but I am sure he will come to his senses. He is just.....yeah...yeah, I know. But I rea.....ok.
<Hardcastle shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Stupid call waiting.
<Suddenly, the phone clicks back and Hardcastle is live once again.>
Eric Hardcastle: You missed me? You were gone all of thirty seconds. HA! HA! Anywa.....oh. Ok. If you got to take it, take it. We can talk more later. Yeah...its cool. Don't sweat it. Alright, I will talk to you later. Yes...I will be there on Sunday. Ok....see you then. Bye.
<Hardcastle folds his flip phone closed and slides his phone back into his jacket pocket. He begins to walk towards the front door of the flower shop.>
Eric Hardcastle: Probably wondering why I am standing outside of Stephenson's Flowers just a few days before Sunday Night Slam? Well.....I'm here to go skydiving.
<Hardcastle shakes his head and smiles.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'm here to buy flowers. But you probably already had guessed that. So moving on. Ya know, before I left the house today, I decided to put on the All Wrestling Channel. Wrestling news has been quite quiet these last few days and I wanted to see if there was anything going on. Sure enough, I see my "old pal" Brandon Bailey. Brandon, I think your lack of alcohol, as of late, has gone straight to your head. Last week, I came down to that ring because you just got your ass handed to you. The Sin City Saint knocked you out and turned his eyes to Britt.......NEY. Brittney isn't a wrestler. I wasn't going to just sit there and watch it on the monitors. Its called valor, Brandon. It called chivalry. Its not as dead, as others may want to believe. I still believe in it. So when The Sin City Saint put his hands on her, I felt someone had to do something. As far as I'm concerned, this is a new era is professional wrestling. Our history is just that.....history. Don't confuse me with Saint. Violation? What he did was exactly that. Don't put me into the same subject.
<Hardcastle opens the door to the flower shop and walks in. He begins to look around and then comes to the conclusion, he has no idea what he is looking at. He walks up to the counter, where a middle aged man is standing. The man with salt and pepper colored hair and a brown leather vest asks Hardcastle if he can be of service. Eric slides his shades up on his forehead and smiles.>
Eric Hardcastle: I need two dozen long stemmed roses delivered to this address.
<Hardcastle reaches into his pocket and reaches for a small folded piece of paper. He unwraps the paper and hands it to the man behind the counter.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'd like a card too.
<The middle aged man smiles and asks Eric what he would like the card to say. Eric ponders for a while.>
Eric Hardcastle: I'm really not sure what it should say.
<Eric begins to rub his chin, as he wants something that is creative, yet funny to really reflect the kind of person he is.>
Eric Hardcastle: I got it! I would like the card to read......."Love and Kisses On All Your Pink Parts. Love, Eric."
<The middle aged man's eyes widen as he sits on his stool, slightly shocked. Hardcastle flashes his trademark grin.>
Man: Are you sure?
<Hardcastle's cell phone rings. He holds one finger up, signaling to give him a moment. Hardcastle reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He answers it and listens to the person on the other end. He turns back to salesman. He whispers.>
Eric Hardcastle: I think I want to change the card.
<The man begins to scribble out what he wrote and patiently waits. Eric finishes up his conversation and comes back to the corner.>
Eric Hardcastle: Change it to........Had a great time last weekend. Hope we can do it again sometime soon. Perhaps we can get dinner again this Sunday. But if not, its cool. We'll try for another time. Love, Eric.
<The man behind the counter winks at Eric.>
Man: Better. Much better.
<Eric nods his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: Yeah...I think so.
<The man begins to put the order together and totals up the bill. Eric hands him his American Express and pays for the flowers. The man runs his credit card and hands it back to Eric. He slides the receipt over and Eric, gladly signs it and hands it back. The man hands Eric his copy and Hardcastle pulls his shades down and begins to exit the store.>
Eric Hardcastle: So that brings me to The Sin City Saint. The big gambler, huh? Last week you rolled the dice. Uh oh! Snake eyes! Saint, you tried to show how big of a man you were, yet you came out looking like a whining, sour brat! Who picks on a defenseless woman, anyway? What the hell is wrong with you? Did something go wrong in your childhood? You know what, Saint. It don't matter the excuse. Because for each action, there is a reaction! This Sunday, you are going to FEEL MY REACTION!!! That is unless, Brandon Bailey gets to you first. Beware Saint. Shows over.......FOR YOU!
<Hardcastle exits out the front door of Stephenson's Flowers and walks out into the parking lot. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. He clicks the alarm, to disarm. He opens the drivers side door and enters his car. The smooth corinthian leather allows, Eric to effortlessly slide in. He closes the door behind him, as the screen fades to black.>
