04-27-2020, 06:17 PM
We don't have any sound or visual, so we're not really sure if things have started here after all. The feed looks a little shiny, as if we're watching one of those old TVs that were all the rage in the mid to late 90s. Suddenly, like somebody just came in and hit the POWER button, it comes live to a PLEASE STAND BY titlecard.
After a couple more moments it cuts to the frightening face of one Erik Holland, whose wide eyes really draw attention to those creepy pinpoint contacts. He backs up from the camera, looking to his left and his right, gesturing with a shrug.
I guess, ah..I guess somebody LISTENED when I told 'em I want competition around here. Right? I guess that's how it goes? 'Cause after I dismantled Sammy Thomas Davies, after I took him apart and dropped him on his head, SCW seems to have thought 'HMMM..'
Erik makes a big show of thinking, cocked eyebrow, hand on the chin and everything--as if he's taking the part of the anthropomorphized SCW.
'Maybe we got a live one here, so let's throw him a REAL opponent!' And now I got Gigi Steward. The Princess. The veteran, over ten years of experience in this business. And I gotta hand it to ya, SCW. When you listen, you LISTEN. This Gigi Steward, I know..well...pretty much nothing about, but given the fact that she is a veteran around here I'm gonna' hazard a guess that she's gonna give me a better fight than S-T-D did, RIGHT?!
Erik grabs at his hair, his head shaking as he BARKS at the camera.
SHE BETTER GIVE ME A FIGHT!
Now Erik hisses hard, labored breaths through his teeth as if he's barely trying to hold onto what remains of his sanity.
Because all i'm here to do is fight, people, and if I don't start getting some kind of real challenge around here..I might just lose control. And I don't wanna lose control, Gigi, not on YOU...the people like you. And I don't listen to anybody in this goddamn business except my sweet Lyric, and these people, nononono. Ain't nobody else in wrestling WORTH listening to. And if THEY like you, then I tell you what i'm going to do.
He gestures at the camera like 'calm down, calm down'--more to himself than anyone else, it seems.
I'm going to treat this like COMPETITION. I'm not going to kick your ass any worse than I need to to get that win, because going any further than that? HAH! Just wouldn't be SPORTIN' of me!! Just know, Gigi, I pray you know..
Erik approaches the camera by a couple of steps.
That what you have coming to you at Breakdown? Haha...is like nothing you have ever seen in your career. And you may never again.
Erik sticks a hand over the camera, forcing it to cut out and back to the color bars. A different message plays across the screen now, saying THANK YOU FOR JOINING US before it cuts to black.
After a couple more moments it cuts to the frightening face of one Erik Holland, whose wide eyes really draw attention to those creepy pinpoint contacts. He backs up from the camera, looking to his left and his right, gesturing with a shrug.
I guess, ah..I guess somebody LISTENED when I told 'em I want competition around here. Right? I guess that's how it goes? 'Cause after I dismantled Sammy Thomas Davies, after I took him apart and dropped him on his head, SCW seems to have thought 'HMMM..'
Erik makes a big show of thinking, cocked eyebrow, hand on the chin and everything--as if he's taking the part of the anthropomorphized SCW.
'Maybe we got a live one here, so let's throw him a REAL opponent!' And now I got Gigi Steward. The Princess. The veteran, over ten years of experience in this business. And I gotta hand it to ya, SCW. When you listen, you LISTEN. This Gigi Steward, I know..well...pretty much nothing about, but given the fact that she is a veteran around here I'm gonna' hazard a guess that she's gonna give me a better fight than S-T-D did, RIGHT?!
Erik grabs at his hair, his head shaking as he BARKS at the camera.
SHE BETTER GIVE ME A FIGHT!
Now Erik hisses hard, labored breaths through his teeth as if he's barely trying to hold onto what remains of his sanity.
Because all i'm here to do is fight, people, and if I don't start getting some kind of real challenge around here..I might just lose control. And I don't wanna lose control, Gigi, not on YOU...the people like you. And I don't listen to anybody in this goddamn business except my sweet Lyric, and these people, nononono. Ain't nobody else in wrestling WORTH listening to. And if THEY like you, then I tell you what i'm going to do.
He gestures at the camera like 'calm down, calm down'--more to himself than anyone else, it seems.
I'm going to treat this like COMPETITION. I'm not going to kick your ass any worse than I need to to get that win, because going any further than that? HAH! Just wouldn't be SPORTIN' of me!! Just know, Gigi, I pray you know..
Erik approaches the camera by a couple of steps.
That what you have coming to you at Breakdown? Haha...is like nothing you have ever seen in your career. And you may never again.
Erik sticks a hand over the camera, forcing it to cut out and back to the color bars. A different message plays across the screen now, saying THANK YOU FOR JOINING US before it cuts to black.