Post by Hardcastle on Jan 21, 2006 19:03:43 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside of a funeral parlor. Soft, but almost morbid music can be heard coming over the sound system. Many flowers adorn the parlor, along with a selection of caskets and urns. The maroon curtain slides open and the Valor World Heavyweight Champion appears. In his hand, he holds a golden urn. Hardcastle examines it for a moment, before placing it down next to the other selection of urns. He turns towards the camera with a hollow look in his eye.>
Eric Hardcastle: As the eve of Wrestlefest comes upon us, I have decided to do some last minute studying. To come to a place that Morbid Angel would feast. A place where Morbid Angel would be at home. Getting inside one's mental psyche isn't always the easiest thing. Being able to learn and understand what makes a man like Morbid Angel.......tick. Well, that's a whole nother story. Ya see, I don't really know if I will ever be able to truly understand what drives a man to be so full of hate and wretchedness. I don't understand how a man could be so full of rage and torment, that he would actually enjoy death and destruction. To see life snuffed out by his own hand and take enjoyment from that.
<Eric begins to walk towards the caskets.>
Eric Hardcastle: A little over a month ago, I was in a place very much like this. I spent quite a bit of time here with my family. But we were not here for comfort or enjoyment. My reason couldn't be further from that. A loss. A great and terrible loss. So coming here today is probably about a little more than just getting to understand my opponent. Coming here today is about still trying to come to peace. To make sense of my loss. Make sense of what happened. And yet, things still come full circle.
<Eric stops at the casket section. He examines the silk lining inside one of the cherry oak caskets. He reaches down and feels the softness first hand.>
Eric Hardcastle: Is this where you sleep, Morbid Angel? Is this what you find to be comfortable? I guess your comfort is my creepy. Your ease, my unease. Well, now that I have an idea of how you are. I have come to your world and seen your side. Seen from your eyes, at least the best any one man can. Let me tell you about me. I AM THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH! I AM THE VALOR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! You're walking into this match with your eyes on the prize. But you are forgetting that it isn't just being handed over to you. It's not yours for the taking. Morbid Angel, you best be prepared for the fight of your life. For weeks now, I have spent every waking moment preparing for Immune. Preparing to fight a power fighter, but a fighter with a lot of heart and honor. You on the other hand, you lack those last two qualities. A heart? You have no heart. The heart you were born with, you ripped out of your own self years and years ago. And at that very moment, the man known as Jakub ceased to exist. All that was left was Morbid Angel. All that was left was rage, torment and hate. The very innocence that we are each born with was stripped from you. Taken and destroyed, never to return. Only a spiritual being is left of Jakub, a subconscious. That's where you and I are the same though. You and I share the loss of a heart. Last month, mine was shattered into broken pieces. Unmendable and full of rage and pain. A rage and pain, that has done nothing but continue to build and build deep inside of me. A rage and pain that has been brewing to explode!
<Hardcastle turns and grabs the cherry oak casket, turning it over, off its podium. The casket makes a loud thump, as it is turned over and flops off the podium and onto the floor in front of Eric. The Prodigal Messiah dusts his hands off and points at the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: MY RAGE!! MY PAIN!!! Morbid Angel, this becomes MY DESIRE. My drug of choice for tomorrow night. I have suppressed every feeling and emotion. Remaining strong, as the new head of the family. But every man reaches his boiling point and mine has come. Morbid Angel, you want to be the World Heavyweight Champion. The only problem is you have to go through me to get it. The Valor World Title is all I have left. It is my absolution. And I will be damned if I am gonna let a man, like yourself, take this away from me. Take away my only absolution. The time for talking has come to an end. That final bell is being tolled as I speak to you now. There is nothing left to do but step in between those ropes tomorrow night and find out just who can channel their rage and pain in the right direction. Just who can control and then unleash. You might be bigger and you might be stronger. But Morbid Angel, I'm smarter and more cerebral. I will pick you apart, part by part. I will dissect you like a lab rat. And I will beat you. Wrestlefest: The Ultimate Battle Royal............it will be the ultimate fight! It will be the final battle. And it will be victory siding on the face of The Prodigal Messiah. Now that's not just the truth.............ITS GOSPEL!
<The Prodigal Messiah marches forward, pushing the camera man to the side. The camera juggles about, as the screen becomes unsteady. The sound of a bell is heard ringing, as the camera man pans over and sees Eric exit out of the funeral parlor. The camera swings back and zooms in on the over turn casket. The screen fades to black.>
Eric Hardcastle: As the eve of Wrestlefest comes upon us, I have decided to do some last minute studying. To come to a place that Morbid Angel would feast. A place where Morbid Angel would be at home. Getting inside one's mental psyche isn't always the easiest thing. Being able to learn and understand what makes a man like Morbid Angel.......tick. Well, that's a whole nother story. Ya see, I don't really know if I will ever be able to truly understand what drives a man to be so full of hate and wretchedness. I don't understand how a man could be so full of rage and torment, that he would actually enjoy death and destruction. To see life snuffed out by his own hand and take enjoyment from that.
<Eric begins to walk towards the caskets.>
Eric Hardcastle: A little over a month ago, I was in a place very much like this. I spent quite a bit of time here with my family. But we were not here for comfort or enjoyment. My reason couldn't be further from that. A loss. A great and terrible loss. So coming here today is probably about a little more than just getting to understand my opponent. Coming here today is about still trying to come to peace. To make sense of my loss. Make sense of what happened. And yet, things still come full circle.
<Eric stops at the casket section. He examines the silk lining inside one of the cherry oak caskets. He reaches down and feels the softness first hand.>
Eric Hardcastle: Is this where you sleep, Morbid Angel? Is this what you find to be comfortable? I guess your comfort is my creepy. Your ease, my unease. Well, now that I have an idea of how you are. I have come to your world and seen your side. Seen from your eyes, at least the best any one man can. Let me tell you about me. I AM THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH! I AM THE VALOR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! You're walking into this match with your eyes on the prize. But you are forgetting that it isn't just being handed over to you. It's not yours for the taking. Morbid Angel, you best be prepared for the fight of your life. For weeks now, I have spent every waking moment preparing for Immune. Preparing to fight a power fighter, but a fighter with a lot of heart and honor. You on the other hand, you lack those last two qualities. A heart? You have no heart. The heart you were born with, you ripped out of your own self years and years ago. And at that very moment, the man known as Jakub ceased to exist. All that was left was Morbid Angel. All that was left was rage, torment and hate. The very innocence that we are each born with was stripped from you. Taken and destroyed, never to return. Only a spiritual being is left of Jakub, a subconscious. That's where you and I are the same though. You and I share the loss of a heart. Last month, mine was shattered into broken pieces. Unmendable and full of rage and pain. A rage and pain, that has done nothing but continue to build and build deep inside of me. A rage and pain that has been brewing to explode!
<Hardcastle turns and grabs the cherry oak casket, turning it over, off its podium. The casket makes a loud thump, as it is turned over and flops off the podium and onto the floor in front of Eric. The Prodigal Messiah dusts his hands off and points at the camera.>
Eric Hardcastle: MY RAGE!! MY PAIN!!! Morbid Angel, this becomes MY DESIRE. My drug of choice for tomorrow night. I have suppressed every feeling and emotion. Remaining strong, as the new head of the family. But every man reaches his boiling point and mine has come. Morbid Angel, you want to be the World Heavyweight Champion. The only problem is you have to go through me to get it. The Valor World Title is all I have left. It is my absolution. And I will be damned if I am gonna let a man, like yourself, take this away from me. Take away my only absolution. The time for talking has come to an end. That final bell is being tolled as I speak to you now. There is nothing left to do but step in between those ropes tomorrow night and find out just who can channel their rage and pain in the right direction. Just who can control and then unleash. You might be bigger and you might be stronger. But Morbid Angel, I'm smarter and more cerebral. I will pick you apart, part by part. I will dissect you like a lab rat. And I will beat you. Wrestlefest: The Ultimate Battle Royal............it will be the ultimate fight! It will be the final battle. And it will be victory siding on the face of The Prodigal Messiah. Now that's not just the truth.............ITS GOSPEL!
<The Prodigal Messiah marches forward, pushing the camera man to the side. The camera juggles about, as the screen becomes unsteady. The sound of a bell is heard ringing, as the camera man pans over and sees Eric exit out of the funeral parlor. The camera swings back and zooms in on the over turn casket. The screen fades to black.>
