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| Willie | Mar 1 2015, 03:01 AM Post #1 |
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When we fade in, we're in Erik Holland's locker room. Looks like he got some much needed aggression out earlier (and out on Darrian Gray last week), as his dressing room is artfully thrashed. Chairs, clothes everywhere, and over a hundred white sheets of paper are stapled up to the wall behind where our Maniac sits so heavily and gloomily, glaring at us from behind darkly-painted eyes, where Erik has sloppily painted Mark's last name, CANNON, across all the paper (and let's face it, some of the wall; Erik never WAS a guy that stayed in the lines) with blood-red paint. I hope that's paint. That had better be paint. "Darrian Gray...Geez, glad I got THAT out of my system.." If he hadn't? Don't even want to think about it. "After I beat the shit out of Darrian Gray, I'm right back in the thick of the Fighting Spirit contention. That belt is...interesting to me now. Here before? It was a bonus. But now, now after what's happened, after what that snivelling little piece of shit Mark Cannon's done, and how many people he's got drooling for his hide...Yeah, I think I especially want that strap now. Think about it...who represents Fighting Spirit better than me? Big men, small men, women, aliens, Raptor Messiahs, Magical Girls...you line 'em up and I'll fight every fucking last one of 'em and then you know what I'll do? I'll not only ask, I'll demand, I'll beg and plead on my hands and knees for you to send MORE and MORE and MORE at me...And this time you sate me with three." He holds up three fingers, Erik counting them off with a trembling right hand. "In the form of Johnny Amazing...Lucas Bergeron...and The Nemesis. Nemesis...more aptly, Desmond Crowley, the man who speaks FOR The Nemesis...whassamatter, Desmond, yer' meal ticket forget to learn how to speak? I kid, I kid...I've seen what The Nemesis can do and the way he damages and demolishes people...the violence he can commit...it SPEAKS to me, Des. On a level only people like Nemesis and I can understand.." Erik lets his head slump again, and even though we see nothing but his muscular, scarred body and all that hair he's still speaking. Relatively calm, in the chaos he's created in his room. "But I can't let your monster win this match. I can't even let him THINK he's got a chance. Because I'll tell you something, Desmond, every second, every minute, every hour that passes that I don't hold the Fighting Spirit Title in my hands....I am more and more determined and dedicated to obliterating everything in my path until there is NOTHING left except me and the Fighting Spirit Championship. Yeah, when he gets his mitts on me he's probably gonna hurt me. Badly. I expect it, I'm ready for it. But I promise you, Desmond...hahaha...you got my word on this, man. Whatever Nemesis can do, WILL do to me?? I got just as much, if not more, waitin' on his big, ugly fucking head. He hasn't seen VIOLENCE yet. He hasn't experienced REAL pain yet. Not yet. But he will. And he'll love me, THANK..me... for it." Erik now stands up, the camera following him, as he advances slowly towards the camera. Still speaking, the camera begins to cut lazy circles in his locker room as he follows it around. We get to see more of what Erik's done to his room in this way. Pictures of Johnny Amazing, of Nemesis and of Lucas Bergeron are sloppily attached to his lockers and walls, some with ugly red slashes of paint X'ing them out. "Lucas...Lucas, I don't know where your head's at right now. You want Nemesis so bad you're willing to surrender your shot at the title? Is everybody in this match just out of their minds?" You're one to fucking talk, Erik! "I got respect for you, Bergeron. Nothing changes that, but listen to yourself. You're ASKING ME to stand back and let you beat Nemesis, and then I'm just s'posed to believe you're gonna surrender the title shot to whoever wins between Amazing and I? You really have no idea WHO you're talking to, DO YOU?!" He GRABS the camera angrily now. "I don't back down for NOTHING. I don't let ANYBODY take what belongs to ME. I don't let ANYTHING stand in front of what I want for long. And what I want...is Mark Cannon. I want his title. I want his blood. I want his fucking heart, his lungs, his kidneys, whatever I can RIP out of that useless body of his and throw it into the fucking fifth row! How bad I want this...makes how bad YOU want Nemesis irrelevant. So if you want to beat Nemesis, that's fine...you can do whatever you want to him. But you ain't getting that title shot. Not yet. Not tonight. It's just not...gonna' happen tonight. It CAN'T." Erik shoves the camera back and growls angrily, grabbing at his head. This aggressive animal appears to be suffering somehow. Again he darts at the camera, but this time he doesn't seize it. He simply covers his face with his hands, the only visible parts of that ugly mug now being his eyes and mouth. He uses the latter to form more words. "Johnny Amazing...My heart breaks for ya', kid. Can't ya tell? hahaha...I get it. Mark Cannon screwed you, violated your trust, now he wants to take your sister out, and you want your pound of flesh. But you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not your fault, kid, none of this tornado of bullshit is...But guys like me don't like to WAIT. Guys like me don't like to stand back and just fucking wait and not get what I need to get right when I need...to get it." With his mind obviously running a hundred miles an hour, Erik slumps into the open cubby-hole of one of his lockers. Barely fitting his big ass in there, he sits sprawled, his eyes shining with that thousand-yard stare. "I heard what you said about me, Johnny. How you like your horror in a format where you can turn it off. Hide from it. Pretend it doesn't exist, that it isn't real. I don't blame you. The shit boiling in my head? The stuff I come up with on a day to day basis to hurt people, to win matches...I don't blame you for wanting it to go away. Trouble for you..and maybe for me, too...is, it never, ever will. The monsters in my head are always here. Drooling, growling, never sleeping, waiting for the next time they can feed, and it's NOW, Johnny. It's NOW. They, I, ain't waiting ANYMORE!!!...And furthermore, I think..the reason why you don't want to share Mark Cannon with me? That is twofold, for one...I ain't a guy who plays well with others...hahahahaha..." No disputing that. "Two...Ain't gonna' be nothing left of Mark Cannon by the time I'm through with him. So stay out of my way and put any ideas of revenge out of your head for the time being, Johnny. No disrespect, but if you keep me from the Fighting Spirit Championship AGAIN..." Erik gives a big, deep, heavy sigh. You know what will happen. Erik does, so does Johnny Amazing. And I believe Erik really does respect and like the kid, because he doesn't even want to say what will happen. He merely angrily stands up and storms off out of the shot, bringing the promo to an abrupt end. |
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