Post by eddiehavok on Oct 22, 2022 12:51:50 GMT -5
Claps can be heard, as the camera pans around, Eddie is sitting down in a dark warehouse. He has just been watching the footage from his clubhouse. The little visit that the bastard paid a few days ago. As the footage gets to the point when the Bastards leave the Skulls clubhouse, after making their statement. Suddenly the footage is paused as the three are leaving the building.
“Well done, well-done…”
Eddie pushes the laptop to one side, looking directly at the camera.
“So finally you realized that you had a backbone. A bold move came down to our clubhouse and made a statement. Almost feel like I should give you credit for this move. However, it seems like it was a last-minute decision, a move made out of desperation.”
Eddie just takes a moment to grin before carrying on.
“Wasn't the reaction that you were expecting from me. Maybe I should start throwing things around, shouting and cursing. More of an appropriate response. Well your little trip didn't come as a surprise to me. Well the only surprise that it took this long.I busted your face open with a fist wrapped in a steel chain. I took the championship from you. I put you through the ceiling of the cell. Only now you decide that you have had enough. Really?”
Taking a moment, Eddie shakes his head at the thought of what he actually just said.
“Damn, really…You have made it clear, you want the championship back. Well, you are pretty sure that you are going to win it back. Well go ahead and give it your best shot. I would be disappointed if you didn't put any effort into the match, after all, it is a World Championship match at the first-ever pay-per-view. It would seem that I have forgotten my place as of late. According to you, I have forgotten where I have come from and just who the hell you are.”
“I know exactly who you are, Billy boy. You were the first ever World champion in WUK, now a "former" champion. That's right bitch! I'm the champion now. You were the champion, now you're just an afterthought. With that in mind, really you had your chance to regain the championship”
Eddie grabs his championship and hangs it over the back of the chair.
“Oh yeah, what happened in Halifax? That's right we went to war. We went through hell in that cell. I pinned your shoulders to the mat for the win. That was after you threw me off the top of the structure. Honestly you have already had your shot. By rights I should be facing someone else for this championship, or even better have the night off. Are you aware of just what it is going to take to put me down for a ten count?”
A grin flashes across his face again.
“Trust me when I say that I am more than willing to do anything to win. If I have to knock you out cold for the ten counts then so be it. If I have to take your knees out so you are unable to stand up, then I will cut you down to size! If you want this championship, feel free to wage war. The belt will go to the winner. For what it is worth, my boys have been told to stand down during our match. At the end of the day, this needs to end at the Battle of Britain. To be perfectly honest with you, once I beat you again. Finally, I get the chance to face a new challenger. You will have no choice, but to go back to the end of the line.”
Rubbing his hands together, he appeared eager.
“Which brings me to the other point, the Four way TLC match to determine the next number one contender. Fighting for the opportunity, we have the religious man Jakie Wenztel, the mad man Donzig, the creature of the dark Psychotic Goth and then the man for hire Armand Von Krauss. Regardless of the fact that I have had encounters with some of them before, I will look forward to the challenge. Let not go and forget the Battle of the Britain match, where the winner receives a shot at a championship of their choosing. We will soon enough see who is the cream of the crop. Until then I will gladly just watch you all run around like little rats trying to be lucky One and become the winner."
Eddie grabs the titles as he stands up before walking off in the Darkness of the warehouse.
“Well done, well-done…”
Eddie pushes the laptop to one side, looking directly at the camera.
“So finally you realized that you had a backbone. A bold move came down to our clubhouse and made a statement. Almost feel like I should give you credit for this move. However, it seems like it was a last-minute decision, a move made out of desperation.”
Eddie just takes a moment to grin before carrying on.
“Wasn't the reaction that you were expecting from me. Maybe I should start throwing things around, shouting and cursing. More of an appropriate response. Well your little trip didn't come as a surprise to me. Well the only surprise that it took this long.I busted your face open with a fist wrapped in a steel chain. I took the championship from you. I put you through the ceiling of the cell. Only now you decide that you have had enough. Really?”
Taking a moment, Eddie shakes his head at the thought of what he actually just said.
“Damn, really…You have made it clear, you want the championship back. Well, you are pretty sure that you are going to win it back. Well go ahead and give it your best shot. I would be disappointed if you didn't put any effort into the match, after all, it is a World Championship match at the first-ever pay-per-view. It would seem that I have forgotten my place as of late. According to you, I have forgotten where I have come from and just who the hell you are.”
“I know exactly who you are, Billy boy. You were the first ever World champion in WUK, now a "former" champion. That's right bitch! I'm the champion now. You were the champion, now you're just an afterthought. With that in mind, really you had your chance to regain the championship”
Eddie grabs his championship and hangs it over the back of the chair.
“Oh yeah, what happened in Halifax? That's right we went to war. We went through hell in that cell. I pinned your shoulders to the mat for the win. That was after you threw me off the top of the structure. Honestly you have already had your shot. By rights I should be facing someone else for this championship, or even better have the night off. Are you aware of just what it is going to take to put me down for a ten count?”
A grin flashes across his face again.
“Trust me when I say that I am more than willing to do anything to win. If I have to knock you out cold for the ten counts then so be it. If I have to take your knees out so you are unable to stand up, then I will cut you down to size! If you want this championship, feel free to wage war. The belt will go to the winner. For what it is worth, my boys have been told to stand down during our match. At the end of the day, this needs to end at the Battle of Britain. To be perfectly honest with you, once I beat you again. Finally, I get the chance to face a new challenger. You will have no choice, but to go back to the end of the line.”
Rubbing his hands together, he appeared eager.
“Which brings me to the other point, the Four way TLC match to determine the next number one contender. Fighting for the opportunity, we have the religious man Jakie Wenztel, the mad man Donzig, the creature of the dark Psychotic Goth and then the man for hire Armand Von Krauss. Regardless of the fact that I have had encounters with some of them before, I will look forward to the challenge. Let not go and forget the Battle of the Britain match, where the winner receives a shot at a championship of their choosing. We will soon enough see who is the cream of the crop. Until then I will gladly just watch you all run around like little rats trying to be lucky One and become the winner."
Eddie grabs the titles as he stands up before walking off in the Darkness of the warehouse.