Post by eddiehavok on Oct 9, 2022 7:02:06 GMT -5
Eddie is standing outside of the Skulls clubhouse. It is pretty dark as the night is starting to draw in earlier at the moment.
Eddie is standing in front of a burning fire in a metal drum. It can only just be noticed that he has two black eyes and a swollen nose, a direct result of the last show. Eddie is wearing a hoodie underneath his leather jacket. He has the World championship wrapped around his waist.
"Battle of Britain - a historical moment within our country's culture. This upcoming show will end up becoming a historical moment with this promotion."
"The biggest show in this company's history I find myself defending the biggest prize in the main event. That's right, all of those years. All of those people decided that I wouldn't ever reach the top of the mountain. Guess what, I reached the top of the mountain and successfully defended it twice already. Once again I will main Event the show."
"So once again, Fowler. This seems to be a bad habit since the start of WUK. Every time I look across the ring, you seem to be standing there in my way. Let's take a moment and look at this for a second. The first two times were both triple Threat matches with both of us picking up a win each, funny enough those wins resulted in both of us winning the World championship. Then we have the Hell in a cell match in Halifax. Oh, that's right, I walked away with the victory and championship. I'm pretty sure that makes it 2-1 in my favour."
"Do you think you can win this match, and once again win back the World Championship?"
He briefly looks down at the championship, before a smug smile emerges across his face.
"As you might have noticed already. It is incredibly hard to keep me down for a three-count, let alone for a ten-count."
"Your only hope of winning might just knock me out cold. Well, that is if you have the balls to go that far. Would you be prepared to end someone's career or at least shorten it, just to get hold of this title once again?"
"I am more than willing to knock you out cold to win the match. More than likely willing to take one of your legs out to retain the title. I don't care if you end up on the injured shelf. Belongs I keep this championship around my waist."
Tapping the front of the title with his fist.
"After all, I was willing to do anything. Just to capture this championship. You better believe that I am just as willing to do anything to keep the championship."
"It's strange, after all of those years in RSW. Almost looking up to the Bastards and what they managed to accomplish. Then during my time in NPW, it was almost a case of mutual respect.
Funny how mutual respect can turn so sour once a championship is brought into the mix."
"I remember people saying it was finally time for Billy Fowler to reign as the World champion. He was hungry and focused on staying at the top of the company. What happened?"
"What happened was once again I was overlooked. People forgot about Havok. Well, It looks like I was more focused and more hungry than you were. Not only have I held the title longer than you ever did. I have also defended the title more times."
"Does this make me a better Champion? Like I could care about that. The main thing is I have the title, if you want it you will have to pull it from my dead cold hands!"
"Do I like, dislike or hate you three? The only feeling I have is to make sure I keep this title. Get in my way I gladly take you down by any means necessary. It's not personal, just business."
Eddie starts to walk away, stopping after a while. Turning his head to the side.
"Ah, before I forget. Robbie, you made a point of laying out a challenge to me for the World championship. Seriously, isn't the Tag Team title around your waist not enough, not to mention that other belt that Frank keeps carrying around? At the end of the day, I'm not one to Back down from a fight, however, if you want a shot at this championship. Then earn that right! Just as Four guys will be doing in a TLC match to become the number one contender!"
Casually he carries on walking across the yard into the Darkness.
Eddie is standing in front of a burning fire in a metal drum. It can only just be noticed that he has two black eyes and a swollen nose, a direct result of the last show. Eddie is wearing a hoodie underneath his leather jacket. He has the World championship wrapped around his waist.
"Battle of Britain - a historical moment within our country's culture. This upcoming show will end up becoming a historical moment with this promotion."
"The biggest show in this company's history I find myself defending the biggest prize in the main event. That's right, all of those years. All of those people decided that I wouldn't ever reach the top of the mountain. Guess what, I reached the top of the mountain and successfully defended it twice already. Once again I will main Event the show."
"So once again, Fowler. This seems to be a bad habit since the start of WUK. Every time I look across the ring, you seem to be standing there in my way. Let's take a moment and look at this for a second. The first two times were both triple Threat matches with both of us picking up a win each, funny enough those wins resulted in both of us winning the World championship. Then we have the Hell in a cell match in Halifax. Oh, that's right, I walked away with the victory and championship. I'm pretty sure that makes it 2-1 in my favour."
"Do you think you can win this match, and once again win back the World Championship?"
He briefly looks down at the championship, before a smug smile emerges across his face.
"As you might have noticed already. It is incredibly hard to keep me down for a three-count, let alone for a ten-count."
"Your only hope of winning might just knock me out cold. Well, that is if you have the balls to go that far. Would you be prepared to end someone's career or at least shorten it, just to get hold of this title once again?"
"I am more than willing to knock you out cold to win the match. More than likely willing to take one of your legs out to retain the title. I don't care if you end up on the injured shelf. Belongs I keep this championship around my waist."
Tapping the front of the title with his fist.
"After all, I was willing to do anything. Just to capture this championship. You better believe that I am just as willing to do anything to keep the championship."
"It's strange, after all of those years in RSW. Almost looking up to the Bastards and what they managed to accomplish. Then during my time in NPW, it was almost a case of mutual respect.
Funny how mutual respect can turn so sour once a championship is brought into the mix."
"I remember people saying it was finally time for Billy Fowler to reign as the World champion. He was hungry and focused on staying at the top of the company. What happened?"
"What happened was once again I was overlooked. People forgot about Havok. Well, It looks like I was more focused and more hungry than you were. Not only have I held the title longer than you ever did. I have also defended the title more times."
"Does this make me a better Champion? Like I could care about that. The main thing is I have the title, if you want it you will have to pull it from my dead cold hands!"
"Do I like, dislike or hate you three? The only feeling I have is to make sure I keep this title. Get in my way I gladly take you down by any means necessary. It's not personal, just business."
Eddie starts to walk away, stopping after a while. Turning his head to the side.
"Ah, before I forget. Robbie, you made a point of laying out a challenge to me for the World championship. Seriously, isn't the Tag Team title around your waist not enough, not to mention that other belt that Frank keeps carrying around? At the end of the day, I'm not one to Back down from a fight, however, if you want a shot at this championship. Then earn that right! Just as Four guys will be doing in a TLC match to become the number one contender!"
Casually he carries on walking across the yard into the Darkness.