Post by eddiehavok on Apr 2, 2023 6:17:30 GMT -5
Eddie is standing outside his hotel. Today he is wearing a red hoodie and jeans. There is no sign of his leather jacket or any members off the club.
"So we are drawing closer to the event. Currently, I have been in Dublin for about a week now. I dare say most of you have been taking the time to soak up the sights and doing the normal tourist crap. Well goes without saying, I have definitely not been doing that crap, actually I don't think I have ever done that crap. I have been spending my time preparing for the match."
"So, it would seem that the new number one contender has been rather quiet, since the last show. Talk about leaving it to the last minute, maybe, just maybe you don't have anything to say. It is just possible that you actually think that match will be a walk in the park, on your route to your World championship at Dominion. Then it is equally possible that you actually know that you don't stand a chance. That you are actually afraid of getting hurt once again, just before the Pay Per View. totally understandable that you fear the Reaper. Most people do!"
"So, your journey to this point. Almost could be called a fairy tale story. You got injured in your war with Rob, you had to take this off to heal up. You finally make your return, to become the number one contender. However, I am not impressed at all. You won a match of chance to become the number one contender, nothing more. We all know the rumbles, aren't a test of ability or endurance. It is down to luck, nothing more. Whether you manage to get a good entrance into the match. I don't believe in Fairy tale stories, that's for children. Quite frankly, when was the last time you even managed to have a match or even win a match before your return in Belfast."
"Let me take the liberty of answering that on your behalf. You last match, damn that was so long ago, I'm not sure anyone that cares, can actually remember that far. As for your last win, damn, I'm not sure the history books go back that far. You see Ronnie, whoever you were back then, whatever type of wrestler that you once was. That isn't who you are now. After all that time away from the ring, do you honestly believe that you haven't missed a step, not quite as fast as you were, your cardio not what it was."
"At one point you had back up, as part of the Foundation. You had the Gluck Brothers standing at your side. When you left to go and heal, you left them behind. Now they have found a new home as part of the High Rollers Club. So winning the Battle Royal, has become bitter sweet for you. You have become the number one contender for the World title. How you are standing alone with a target on your chest."
"Our match will not be a technical masterpiece, nor will it be an aerial display. No.. it will be an old fashioned slug fest. I heard any people back in NPW talk about you with high regard. Honestly, I am disappointed I expected more from you. From what I have seen, you don't seem to live up to the hype. Prove me wrong! Prove you are still as go as they said you were. Beat me if you can! I was asked… "Mr Havok. How do you feel about facing Mr. Long. Since it has nearly been a year since you last faced him?"
"I instantly dismissed the question at the time. Now looking back on it. I am looking forward to fighting, well that depends if Ron has the balls to stand and fight it out. Do I have any bad feelings towards him? No! I don't know the guy, don't want to know the guy. At the moment it ain't personal, it's just business.
"Which brings me to my next point. The Skulls of Grimm will be leaving the ring side before the match starts. You see Ron, I didn't need them the first time. I definitely don't need them this time. Since you are nothing more than an empty shell compared to what you were. I will be more than happy to beat you once again, no outside interference. Just one on one."
"I have more than earned my spot on the roster, more than I can say for you. Struggling in an on going feud with Rob Riot over the Commonwealth Championship. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Riot isn't exactly a Goth. However, getting yourself injured, cause you know you could never beat it is really lame. Tell me, if you dont win the World title at Dominion, will you just announce yet another injury and take more time off, well until people have forgotten that you lost again."
Suddenly the members of the Club start to flow in the camera shot from all angles. Bobby hands Eddie his leather jacket.
"Now, you will have to excuse me. As I have already wasted more time on you than you actually deserve!
Eddie walks off, out of the shot of the camera. The rest of the Club follow after their President.
"So we are drawing closer to the event. Currently, I have been in Dublin for about a week now. I dare say most of you have been taking the time to soak up the sights and doing the normal tourist crap. Well goes without saying, I have definitely not been doing that crap, actually I don't think I have ever done that crap. I have been spending my time preparing for the match."
"So, it would seem that the new number one contender has been rather quiet, since the last show. Talk about leaving it to the last minute, maybe, just maybe you don't have anything to say. It is just possible that you actually think that match will be a walk in the park, on your route to your World championship at Dominion. Then it is equally possible that you actually know that you don't stand a chance. That you are actually afraid of getting hurt once again, just before the Pay Per View. totally understandable that you fear the Reaper. Most people do!"
"So, your journey to this point. Almost could be called a fairy tale story. You got injured in your war with Rob, you had to take this off to heal up. You finally make your return, to become the number one contender. However, I am not impressed at all. You won a match of chance to become the number one contender, nothing more. We all know the rumbles, aren't a test of ability or endurance. It is down to luck, nothing more. Whether you manage to get a good entrance into the match. I don't believe in Fairy tale stories, that's for children. Quite frankly, when was the last time you even managed to have a match or even win a match before your return in Belfast."
"Let me take the liberty of answering that on your behalf. You last match, damn that was so long ago, I'm not sure anyone that cares, can actually remember that far. As for your last win, damn, I'm not sure the history books go back that far. You see Ronnie, whoever you were back then, whatever type of wrestler that you once was. That isn't who you are now. After all that time away from the ring, do you honestly believe that you haven't missed a step, not quite as fast as you were, your cardio not what it was."
"At one point you had back up, as part of the Foundation. You had the Gluck Brothers standing at your side. When you left to go and heal, you left them behind. Now they have found a new home as part of the High Rollers Club. So winning the Battle Royal, has become bitter sweet for you. You have become the number one contender for the World title. How you are standing alone with a target on your chest."
"Our match will not be a technical masterpiece, nor will it be an aerial display. No.. it will be an old fashioned slug fest. I heard any people back in NPW talk about you with high regard. Honestly, I am disappointed I expected more from you. From what I have seen, you don't seem to live up to the hype. Prove me wrong! Prove you are still as go as they said you were. Beat me if you can! I was asked… "Mr Havok. How do you feel about facing Mr. Long. Since it has nearly been a year since you last faced him?"
"I instantly dismissed the question at the time. Now looking back on it. I am looking forward to fighting, well that depends if Ron has the balls to stand and fight it out. Do I have any bad feelings towards him? No! I don't know the guy, don't want to know the guy. At the moment it ain't personal, it's just business.
"Which brings me to my next point. The Skulls of Grimm will be leaving the ring side before the match starts. You see Ron, I didn't need them the first time. I definitely don't need them this time. Since you are nothing more than an empty shell compared to what you were. I will be more than happy to beat you once again, no outside interference. Just one on one."
"I have more than earned my spot on the roster, more than I can say for you. Struggling in an on going feud with Rob Riot over the Commonwealth Championship. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Riot isn't exactly a Goth. However, getting yourself injured, cause you know you could never beat it is really lame. Tell me, if you dont win the World title at Dominion, will you just announce yet another injury and take more time off, well until people have forgotten that you lost again."
Suddenly the members of the Club start to flow in the camera shot from all angles. Bobby hands Eddie his leather jacket.
"Now, you will have to excuse me. As I have already wasted more time on you than you actually deserve!
Eddie walks off, out of the shot of the camera. The rest of the Club follow after their President.