Eddie hits the ring... X-Crown (EoD PPV)

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(It’s the End of Days PPV and Eddie D is coming out between matches to address the crowd. Cave by Muse blares and Eddie D walks out with a black and white montage video playing on the screens of him weight training, hitting his favorite moves on people and the XHF and SWAT wrestling logos, alternating, flashing up in negative to the beat of the music.

Eddie mock threatens a rude fan, laughs at a fan with a Dylan poster on his way to the ring and he walks confidently and slowly to the ring. Raises his hands to accept the praise he feels he is due, but the crowd erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers.)


EDDIE: Hello Java!
Get it off your little chests people. Boo, jeer; laugh it up with your Wkwkwk chatter because I’m the guy that has the microphone people. Let’s hope it was made in China, ‘cause if it was made in one of your sweat shops it will fall apart in my hands in 2 minutes. And who do I need to bribe to find a Balinese electrician to hook up some lights for my tree house digs?


(The crowd erupt with boos)


EDDIE: Settle down… I’m joking… Yeah, my hotel does kinda resemble a tree house, but that’s because it’s a cool looking 5 star place… You’re not all corrupt and ill-educated… I’m sure there will be a Javanese guy somewhere to help with the lights.


To be honest you are far more respectful than my last crowd. The people of Salem, hosting the SWAT Helloween in the Cell PPV were perfect as an undead horde backdrop to the lively SWAT action. It’s not just the witch trials stories that made it a great setting. Every one of those people had to go home to face the abject horror of living in Salem and the surrounding shanty towns of Massachusetts, like Boston for example. Every day is Halloween for those poor people. You’ll never be able to afford the airfare, but whatever you do, don’t add Salem MA to your list of must see USA destinations.

What’s with all these bullshit states and their mottos and mantras. Boston tough? Texas Strong? California burns three parts of the year and suffers random earthquakes the other part and we’re still a more desirable place to be and visit.


If you missed the big story this week, I joined the big ballers, the jetsetter stable of our era, The KGB.

I knew I’d face criticism. I knew it wouldn’t be popular among all the fans; that looked up to me as a lone wolf hero after Trent Jones left me brother-less just recently. They love the anarchy and the chaos baby, so tying myself to bad guys with a plan for global, almost multi-national bank like, ambitions to control and own the SWAT federation, doesn’t gel with their idea of me.

Well… Thank you and fuck you fans…
Thank you for the cash purses spiked each match by your interest and thanks a bundle for the merchandise money, but ultimately there’s no room in my fan club for half-steppers. Ride or die bitches. You love me or you hate me and either is just fine by me.


Apparently Dylan is smarting that I joined the KGB. Seemed that because he threw a little well earned and deserved praise my way, when my presence in the X-Crown match was announced, he felt we should be bosom buddies. Well sorry Dylan. I must have missed that. See, praise is thrown my way all the time. People want my support; want me in their corner instead facing and opposing them all the livelong day. You’re not one of these fools who open and answer all your own fan mail is you? I bet you answer them all with scented paper and signed free autographed photos too don’t you now sweet cheeks.


Well you can laugh like an evil mad man or you can chase the crowd for love, but it won’t matter, because later tonight this happy, masked, no doubt smiling impoverished mob will watch me kick your ass. And there will still be some energy left over for the other collection of wannabees and shouldabeens littering our cage match tonight to get their portion of pain from Eddie D.


I may have been on XHF TV too often of late promoting this match up. Sometimes less is more. Absence making the heart grow fonder and yadayada...
That Hard Men. Hard Talk crew definitely had me answering questions I’d rather not answer. Even when I got the heads up they were coming they still know their business and had me struggling here and there I don’t mind admitting.
So you can judge me by my answers on a pilot TV prank show.
You can judge me by recent form.
You can judge me by reputation and the words I shared tonight.
But if you don’t believe that I am the man to beat tonight in that cage match…


You...

Can...

BRING….

IT…..

ON!


(Cave by Muse blares, Eddie D drops the mic and walks back up the aisle, pausing to laugh at a guy in a Hyperion t-shirt, tearing up a fan’s Dev poster before continuing up the ramp and into the backstage as the crowd boo.)



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