Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 23:03:56 GMT
As Nighthawk sits behind the desk of the Wrestle Factory in Chicago, we see the exhaustion pouring off of him. Clad in a white Marcel Cerdan t-shirt, black gym shorts, and black wrestling shoes, the "Wrestling Machine" slowly drops his head before raising it, his eyes clear and focused.
Nighthawk: “I am not sleeping anymore. It might seem an odd point upon which to place the touchstone of a professional wrestling promo, but it is the truth. And if nothing else, if my legacy is written containing nothing else but this fact, I want it always to be known and understood that I tell the truth. Even when I don’t have to, even when I shouldn’t, I always tell the truth.
The reason I’m not sleeping is that my life, over the past 12 months, has been one sharp sunburst of pain after another. My mentors, the men who taught me how to become a professional and how to become a man worthy of everything they showed me, have died one at a time. My professional life, due to Laura Howlett and her collection of feckless thugs, has fallen on hard times as well.
So that, above all other things, is why I am going to be in Andrew Jacobsen’s corner when he takes on Spike Kane. Because if I can help another good man avoid my fate by watching his back against that pack of feckless thugs called the House of Howlett, that might help me sleep at night.
And a quick word of warning: If any members of the House think of putting their finger on the scale for this match, I will be there to stop you.
See you at ringside.”
Nighthawk: “I am not sleeping anymore. It might seem an odd point upon which to place the touchstone of a professional wrestling promo, but it is the truth. And if nothing else, if my legacy is written containing nothing else but this fact, I want it always to be known and understood that I tell the truth. Even when I don’t have to, even when I shouldn’t, I always tell the truth.
The reason I’m not sleeping is that my life, over the past 12 months, has been one sharp sunburst of pain after another. My mentors, the men who taught me how to become a professional and how to become a man worthy of everything they showed me, have died one at a time. My professional life, due to Laura Howlett and her collection of feckless thugs, has fallen on hard times as well.
So that, above all other things, is why I am going to be in Andrew Jacobsen’s corner when he takes on Spike Kane. Because if I can help another good man avoid my fate by watching his back against that pack of feckless thugs called the House of Howlett, that might help me sleep at night.
And a quick word of warning: If any members of the House think of putting their finger on the scale for this match, I will be there to stop you.
See you at ringside.”
Well howdy there pardner.