Post by Justin on Jun 20, 2020 14:12:45 GMT -5
Two days out.
Eric Dane, not generally known for his patience, had given the situation time to breath.
That ends today; now.
The Canadian Commonwealth Championship title belt sits comfortably over The Only Star's shoulder. Location is unimportant, attire is recognizable. An XHF Network logo sits proudly at the bottom of a green-screened in Northern Pro background. A moment passes for clarity, maybe even mindfulness.
It will not last.
Eric Dane:
Aaron Vasquez is a dead man.
Snort.
Eric Dane:
Any man standing with Aaron Vasquez is a dead man.
A knowing glare is the only hint of emotion given.
Eric Dane:
Oxford Osland and his two meat-shields, well...
Finally, a sneer forms out of a light snicker.
Eric Dane:
Let's just say that they're in for worse.
The Antagonist brandishes the belt.
Eric Dane:
This right here, this is mine. There will be no questioning that fact until such a time as I decide to bestow it on a worthy successor. Who's that going to be?
He shrugs.
Eric Dane:
Time will tell. I can tell you this much, it won't be Oxford Osland. Not by a long sight. Gabriel Blight, a guy who's had less than a cup of coffee in the business heard somebody somewhere call me old once and now he thinks he's got the stuff. Hell, maybe he does, that's the whole reason we get in the ring, am I right? Probably not, though. I've made a long career out of turning back kids like you that thought they'd make their name by knocking off ol' Eric Dane.
He scoffs.
Eric Dane:
Maybe my new friend "Inverted" Taylor Anderson will figure out a way to win that battle royal and claim his shot at my ten pounds of gold. More than likely he'll hurt himself trying to do something he's not smart enough to do and somebody who's been out of the dojo for longer than ten minutes will throw him out on his ass. When that happens I'll take ten-to-one odds he's outta here so fast nobody remembers his name past the month of June.
Another shrug.
Eric Dane:
I'll be honest with the lot of you. I'll put this belt on the line against every last one of you before it's all said and done, and I'll beat every one of you to within an inch of your miserable little lives. I didn't come all the way to Canada to fuck around, nor have I ever in twenty-five years in this business been known to take people lightly.
I win matches.
I defend titles.
I end careers.
No bragging, learn your history. I've left every challenge I've ever faced beaten, bloody, and without any pretense of pride or future aspirations. I'm not telling any of you this to scare you, only to prepare you. If you think this is a joke to me you're going to end up in a hospital. If you think I'm one to be trifled with...
His smile returns, with a hint of malice.
Eric Dane:
Please, do continue. See how that works out for you.
End.
Eric Dane, not generally known for his patience, had given the situation time to breath.
That ends today; now.
The Canadian Commonwealth Championship title belt sits comfortably over The Only Star's shoulder. Location is unimportant, attire is recognizable. An XHF Network logo sits proudly at the bottom of a green-screened in Northern Pro background. A moment passes for clarity, maybe even mindfulness.
It will not last.
Eric Dane:
Aaron Vasquez is a dead man.
Snort.
Eric Dane:
Any man standing with Aaron Vasquez is a dead man.
A knowing glare is the only hint of emotion given.
Eric Dane:
Oxford Osland and his two meat-shields, well...
Finally, a sneer forms out of a light snicker.
Eric Dane:
Let's just say that they're in for worse.
The Antagonist brandishes the belt.
Eric Dane:
This right here, this is mine. There will be no questioning that fact until such a time as I decide to bestow it on a worthy successor. Who's that going to be?
He shrugs.
Eric Dane:
Time will tell. I can tell you this much, it won't be Oxford Osland. Not by a long sight. Gabriel Blight, a guy who's had less than a cup of coffee in the business heard somebody somewhere call me old once and now he thinks he's got the stuff. Hell, maybe he does, that's the whole reason we get in the ring, am I right? Probably not, though. I've made a long career out of turning back kids like you that thought they'd make their name by knocking off ol' Eric Dane.
He scoffs.
Eric Dane:
Maybe my new friend "Inverted" Taylor Anderson will figure out a way to win that battle royal and claim his shot at my ten pounds of gold. More than likely he'll hurt himself trying to do something he's not smart enough to do and somebody who's been out of the dojo for longer than ten minutes will throw him out on his ass. When that happens I'll take ten-to-one odds he's outta here so fast nobody remembers his name past the month of June.
Another shrug.
Eric Dane:
I'll be honest with the lot of you. I'll put this belt on the line against every last one of you before it's all said and done, and I'll beat every one of you to within an inch of your miserable little lives. I didn't come all the way to Canada to fuck around, nor have I ever in twenty-five years in this business been known to take people lightly.
I win matches.
I defend titles.
I end careers.
No bragging, learn your history. I've left every challenge I've ever faced beaten, bloody, and without any pretense of pride or future aspirations. I'm not telling any of you this to scare you, only to prepare you. If you think this is a joke to me you're going to end up in a hospital. If you think I'm one to be trifled with...
His smile returns, with a hint of malice.
Eric Dane:
Please, do continue. See how that works out for you.
End.
