Post by Zasshu II on Mar 27, 2015 16:37:28 GMT
Eddie woke up a little dazed in a white room, thinks beeped and buzzed around him as he regained his focus.
Rachel: Eddie?
He looked down the length of the bed he was laying on to see Rachel standing there, blond hair tied back and falling over the left shoulder of her black pea coat. She hurried to his side as he blinked slowly a few times.
Eddie: Where am I?
Rachel: You passed out, you’re at a hospital.
Eddie: What happened?
She pulled a plain black chair up to the side of the bed and sat down.
Rachel: You dehydrated yourself.
Eddie: Shit…
Rachel: Eddie you’ve got to slow down.
Eddie: Why do ya care?
She looked a little shocked and momentarily upset that he’d imply she shouldn’t.
Rachel: You know why… Look I don’t want to argue about this again.
Eddie: Then leave.
Rachel: Eddie stop. I came by the gym to see how you were doing and I got my answer, shitty.
Eddie: I’m fine.
He looked away from her toward the window and the over cast sky outside.
Rachel: Yeah, real fine. Pushing yourself past the point of exhaustion and dehydration all for one match.
Eddie: It’s more than that.
Rachel: I know it is but you can’t kill yourself like this Eddie, it’s not going to get you anywhere.
Eddie: I can’t fail anymore.
Rachel: So you’re going to kill yourself training?
Eddie: Listen Rach, I get it, ya care bout my well bein’ so don’t worry I won’t go endin’ up in a hospital again.
She sighs as she stands up, the chair dragging across the floor as her legs push it away.
Rachel: I know you’re still mad at me Eddie but let’s not forget who it was that accepted Angel’s offer in the first place.
She grabs her purse off the end of the bed as she makes for the door.
Rachel: Take care of yourself.
Eddie hesitates before he speaks.
Eddie: Rach wait-
But she’s already gone and the door closes behind her. Eddie lets out a long sigh as he sits up and starts peeling the little wires off of himself.
Eddie: I’m sorry…
Eddie Black stands outside his childhood home, a barn in the backdrop as he paces back and forth.
Two days! We got two more days until High Stakes, the Roulette match! Imperial title shot on the line an now everybody is comin’ out of the wood work talkin’ bout how and why they deserve their shot at the gold!
Eddie looks dead serious as he glares into the camera.
I don’t care who you is or what you’ve done ya don’t deserve shit as far as I’m concerned! Not a single one of ya’ll works as hard as me, pushes yaself as hard as I do! Nighthawk! Renee Pleasant! Jack Gaither! Ya’ll ain’t done what I done, been through what I been through! I’m a goddamn work horse an ya gonna have to kill me to get me outta that ring!
An even then, bled out, heart stopped, skull crushed I’m a still rise from the dead like a goddamn zombie an take what’s mine!
He’s practically foaming at the mouth as he talks.
I look around this battlefield an I see legends like Spike Kane, indy darlin’s like Nighthawk, I see men of all shapes an sizes an each one thinks he’s got it figured out, the perfect strategy to get to the end. Ya gonna be brutal, angry, ya gonna bury the opposition or just use ya superior endurance to out last everyone else but ya wrong! All a ya!
Nighthawk, ya good son. Damn good an if this was any other night in any other company I’d pick ya to win the whole thing. Ain’t nobody alive or dead that can out wrestle ya. But this ain’t a wrestlin’ match! This ain’t a one on one competition. This ain’t something a wrist lock is gonna get ya out of! This is a fight son, a low down dirty fight. Fights is something; I know a whole hell of a lot about. I’ve been fightin’ since I was old enough to hold up both fists at the same time!
There’s gonna be round two dozen other men lookin’ to break ya fuckin’ skull Hawk! There’s gonna be legends and gods and everything else lookin’ to make sure ya don’t walk out of the arena, that ya carried out! Whatcha bringin’ to the table? Couple thousand holds? Holds ain’t gonna throw a man twice ya size outta that ring. Holds ain’t gonna stop Spike Kane from chokin’ ya out with razor wire. Holds…
Holds ain’t gonna stop me from tossin’ you out on ya fuckin’ neck.
Eddie turns to spit on the ground before looking back at the camera.
An Spike Kane… The old fat ass half crippled legend. Who the fuck cares about Spike Kane?
No, honestly. Who the fuck gives two shits about Spike Kane an all his promises for pain and torture an blood. Spike, ya like a broken fuckin’ record when ya speak. Spewin’ the same bullshit for ten years now. I remember watchin’ ya back in the XHF an wonderin’ when ya was gonna get some new material an now here we are in IWF an ya still readin’ from the same cards.
I don’t give a shit about Spike Kane.
I don’t care what you did anywhere else, I don’t care what you did here to some no name pussy bitch who shit himself on national television. I dare ya to try an put a nail through my hand. I fuckin’ dare ya to get extreme with me son because I will snap ya fuckin’ neck an put an end to the legend that is Spike Kane.
God of Xtreme?
Bitch, I served alongside the only man good enough to call himself God an you ain’t him. You ain’t even in the shadow of God, ya just some punk ass bitch who thinks killin’ himself inside the ring makes him somethin’ special! You’re a fuckin’ side show act son, a carnival freak pokein’ holes in his body an tellin’ us how bad ass ya is! Spike, I’m a tell ya right now, I’m makin’ it my personal mission in this match so you punked the fuck out and thrown the fuck out of that ring.
He stops for a second and just looks into the lens.
Then we got the heir apparent, the man everyone thinks is the odds on winner, Renee Pleasant.
You big gypsy mother fucker. Look at ya. People laugh at ya boy. They laugh at how insecure ya are, how fuckin’ pretentious ya are. Ya done what? Won a belt, defended it twice and managed to squeak out a win against Angel Blake eight months ago an that makes ya somethin’ to fear?
Boy, the fuck have ya done for me lately?
Ya wrestle part time, pickin’ an chosin’ when an who ya gonna get in the ring against. Ya ain’t at house shows, ya don’t do dark matches. The only time I see ya get inside that ring is when ya think it’s worth ya time.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
You’re a nobody. You ain’t no legend and you sure as hell ain’t earned my respect. Oh I know my respect means nothin’ to a gypsy like yoy. The fuck do you care what I think? Thing is boy, I ain’t the only one who don’t respect you. I ain’t the only one who laughs everytime ya talk about that one time ya got lucky and pinned god. I ain’t the only one who roles his fuckin’ eyes everytime ya run ya mouth like ya matter.
The whole damn locker room thinks ya a joke an it pisses us the fuck off how IWF parades you around like the next big thing.
Boy, ya got the whole damn locker room gunnin’ for ya Sunday, all of us want a piece of ya but me? I’m not takin’ a piece. I’m comin’ for the whole goddamn thing, son. I’m a see what ya really made of Sunday night an ya better believe if you don’t man up once I get in that ya ring ya getting’ knocked the fuck out.
Eddie takes a few steps closer to the camera.
As for the rest of ya, Titan, Gaither, Thani, Jace, Creed… Watch ya fuckin’ mouths. Eddie Black is out for blood.
Rachel: Eddie?
He looked down the length of the bed he was laying on to see Rachel standing there, blond hair tied back and falling over the left shoulder of her black pea coat. She hurried to his side as he blinked slowly a few times.
Eddie: Where am I?
Rachel: You passed out, you’re at a hospital.
Eddie: What happened?
She pulled a plain black chair up to the side of the bed and sat down.
Rachel: You dehydrated yourself.
Eddie: Shit…
Rachel: Eddie you’ve got to slow down.
Eddie: Why do ya care?
She looked a little shocked and momentarily upset that he’d imply she shouldn’t.
Rachel: You know why… Look I don’t want to argue about this again.
Eddie: Then leave.
Rachel: Eddie stop. I came by the gym to see how you were doing and I got my answer, shitty.
Eddie: I’m fine.
He looked away from her toward the window and the over cast sky outside.
Rachel: Yeah, real fine. Pushing yourself past the point of exhaustion and dehydration all for one match.
Eddie: It’s more than that.
Rachel: I know it is but you can’t kill yourself like this Eddie, it’s not going to get you anywhere.
Eddie: I can’t fail anymore.
Rachel: So you’re going to kill yourself training?
Eddie: Listen Rach, I get it, ya care bout my well bein’ so don’t worry I won’t go endin’ up in a hospital again.
She sighs as she stands up, the chair dragging across the floor as her legs push it away.
Rachel: I know you’re still mad at me Eddie but let’s not forget who it was that accepted Angel’s offer in the first place.
She grabs her purse off the end of the bed as she makes for the door.
Rachel: Take care of yourself.
Eddie hesitates before he speaks.
Eddie: Rach wait-
But she’s already gone and the door closes behind her. Eddie lets out a long sigh as he sits up and starts peeling the little wires off of himself.
Eddie: I’m sorry…
Eddie Black stands outside his childhood home, a barn in the backdrop as he paces back and forth.
Two days! We got two more days until High Stakes, the Roulette match! Imperial title shot on the line an now everybody is comin’ out of the wood work talkin’ bout how and why they deserve their shot at the gold!
Eddie looks dead serious as he glares into the camera.
I don’t care who you is or what you’ve done ya don’t deserve shit as far as I’m concerned! Not a single one of ya’ll works as hard as me, pushes yaself as hard as I do! Nighthawk! Renee Pleasant! Jack Gaither! Ya’ll ain’t done what I done, been through what I been through! I’m a goddamn work horse an ya gonna have to kill me to get me outta that ring!
An even then, bled out, heart stopped, skull crushed I’m a still rise from the dead like a goddamn zombie an take what’s mine!
He’s practically foaming at the mouth as he talks.
I look around this battlefield an I see legends like Spike Kane, indy darlin’s like Nighthawk, I see men of all shapes an sizes an each one thinks he’s got it figured out, the perfect strategy to get to the end. Ya gonna be brutal, angry, ya gonna bury the opposition or just use ya superior endurance to out last everyone else but ya wrong! All a ya!
Nighthawk, ya good son. Damn good an if this was any other night in any other company I’d pick ya to win the whole thing. Ain’t nobody alive or dead that can out wrestle ya. But this ain’t a wrestlin’ match! This ain’t a one on one competition. This ain’t something a wrist lock is gonna get ya out of! This is a fight son, a low down dirty fight. Fights is something; I know a whole hell of a lot about. I’ve been fightin’ since I was old enough to hold up both fists at the same time!
There’s gonna be round two dozen other men lookin’ to break ya fuckin’ skull Hawk! There’s gonna be legends and gods and everything else lookin’ to make sure ya don’t walk out of the arena, that ya carried out! Whatcha bringin’ to the table? Couple thousand holds? Holds ain’t gonna throw a man twice ya size outta that ring. Holds ain’t gonna stop Spike Kane from chokin’ ya out with razor wire. Holds…
Holds ain’t gonna stop me from tossin’ you out on ya fuckin’ neck.
Eddie turns to spit on the ground before looking back at the camera.
An Spike Kane… The old fat ass half crippled legend. Who the fuck cares about Spike Kane?
No, honestly. Who the fuck gives two shits about Spike Kane an all his promises for pain and torture an blood. Spike, ya like a broken fuckin’ record when ya speak. Spewin’ the same bullshit for ten years now. I remember watchin’ ya back in the XHF an wonderin’ when ya was gonna get some new material an now here we are in IWF an ya still readin’ from the same cards.
I don’t give a shit about Spike Kane.
I don’t care what you did anywhere else, I don’t care what you did here to some no name pussy bitch who shit himself on national television. I dare ya to try an put a nail through my hand. I fuckin’ dare ya to get extreme with me son because I will snap ya fuckin’ neck an put an end to the legend that is Spike Kane.
God of Xtreme?
Bitch, I served alongside the only man good enough to call himself God an you ain’t him. You ain’t even in the shadow of God, ya just some punk ass bitch who thinks killin’ himself inside the ring makes him somethin’ special! You’re a fuckin’ side show act son, a carnival freak pokein’ holes in his body an tellin’ us how bad ass ya is! Spike, I’m a tell ya right now, I’m makin’ it my personal mission in this match so you punked the fuck out and thrown the fuck out of that ring.
He stops for a second and just looks into the lens.
Then we got the heir apparent, the man everyone thinks is the odds on winner, Renee Pleasant.
You big gypsy mother fucker. Look at ya. People laugh at ya boy. They laugh at how insecure ya are, how fuckin’ pretentious ya are. Ya done what? Won a belt, defended it twice and managed to squeak out a win against Angel Blake eight months ago an that makes ya somethin’ to fear?
Boy, the fuck have ya done for me lately?
Ya wrestle part time, pickin’ an chosin’ when an who ya gonna get in the ring against. Ya ain’t at house shows, ya don’t do dark matches. The only time I see ya get inside that ring is when ya think it’s worth ya time.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
You’re a nobody. You ain’t no legend and you sure as hell ain’t earned my respect. Oh I know my respect means nothin’ to a gypsy like yoy. The fuck do you care what I think? Thing is boy, I ain’t the only one who don’t respect you. I ain’t the only one who laughs everytime ya talk about that one time ya got lucky and pinned god. I ain’t the only one who roles his fuckin’ eyes everytime ya run ya mouth like ya matter.
The whole damn locker room thinks ya a joke an it pisses us the fuck off how IWF parades you around like the next big thing.
Boy, ya got the whole damn locker room gunnin’ for ya Sunday, all of us want a piece of ya but me? I’m not takin’ a piece. I’m comin’ for the whole goddamn thing, son. I’m a see what ya really made of Sunday night an ya better believe if you don’t man up once I get in that ya ring ya getting’ knocked the fuck out.
Eddie takes a few steps closer to the camera.
As for the rest of ya, Titan, Gaither, Thani, Jace, Creed… Watch ya fuckin’ mouths. Eddie Black is out for blood.
Well howdy there pardner.