Post by eddiehavok on Oct 7, 2022 11:29:58 GMT -5
Backstage after the Halifax Homecoming show.
Eddie is standing backstage, with the World championship hung over his shoulder.
"September 18th, 2022, will be forever remembered by many as the day before… well the day that the Queen was laid to rest. A day that most of the population of the world will forever remember, unfortunately for the wrong reasons."
"In WUK, September 18th, 2022 will forever be remembered as the day. The day that I, Eddie Havok, successfully defended the WUK World championship. Successfully defended the championship for the second time. This time was within the Hell in a Cell structure."
He is clearly still aching and sore from the previous match.
"That's right, I was defending the championship against the former World champion. Billy Fowler, member of the Bastards. It has been a couple of days since the show. Still, my body feels like it is still in hell. The cuts & bruises. Yesterday, I wasn't able to stand up tall, let alone take a few steps unaided."
Taking a moment, he looks down at the championship belt.
"Officially I was announced the winner of the match, but let me tell you. When you step into that metal structure, there aren't any true winners within these matches. Still, days later, I don't feel like the winner. A good job that I don't have my next match until the Battle of Britain pay-per-view. While you are at home nursing your wounds. Billy, remember one thing you did your best. You tried to beat me. You even slammed me down onto a covering of tacs. My back looks like a giant dot-to-dot. Hell, you even went as far as throwing me off the top of the structure, my body crashing through the announce table."
Briefly he takes a moment after playing the moment over in his head.
"Even though I have finally beaten, clearly beat you one on one. Let me remind you, the hell in a cell match was your idea in the first place, you really should have been more careful about what you wished for. I have this feeling, nagging in the back of my head. This is far from over between me and you. With the Battle of Britain pay-per-view on the horizon, I dare say somehow, for some reason I will end up facing you once again for this World Title that I still hold. I guess we will see what happens in Boston. Weather management finds a way to insert you in a title match, or if you moan about being beaten in the hell in a cell"
Backstage after the Boston Beatdown show.
Backstage as the main event is taking place.
Eddie is sitting down on a steel chair. He has a towel held up against his face. As he removes the towel, the blood starts to flow once again.
"OK let's start this off on a good note, we'll if you can call it that. Fowler, thank you. Not only did you manage to pick up the victory against my boys. Now, I will have to defend the championship at the biggest show that this company has ever promoted. What I want to thank you for."
He wipes the flow of blood from his face.
"Punching me in the face and breaking my nose. I guess that was a receipt. I was expecting it, shame it took you so God damn long. All you have done is made me determined to walk out of the Battle of Britain as the champion. Just like I did back in Halifax."
Tilting his head back, he wipes the blood from his face once again.
"Don't worry this won't be an issue when it comes to our match. For now, I will leave you feeling like you managed to achieve something tonight. Trust me this isn't over yet! Not by a long shot"
Slowly he stands up and makes his way down the corridor towards the locker room.