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Otsego Erik Holland; -=eRiKhOlLaNd=-
Topic Started: Mar 5 2015, 09:06 PM (48 Views)
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Scene in.

He's here.

Erik Holland is all around us, it feels like. The camera shows nothing in front of us except a cold concrete floor and a dark white-brick wall, but right away we can hear Erik's voice whispering in the cameraman's ear, low, dangerous. You can feel your pulse quickening, can't you?


Mark.. Cannon.

One beat. One breath.

It comes down to you...and me...

The camera whirls around and Erik is about six inches from the lens. We can just see his mouth, but we know it's him. The scars tell the tale.

I bet you were hopin' Johnny Amazing would come away victorious, right? Johnny's a sweet kid, he's young, impressionable, easy to manipulate for a guy like you. You'd count on the fact that he wants to kick your ass more than he wants to take your belt, and you'd take advantage of it. Right? He's dealin' with shit he's never had to deal with before and isn't in the right mindset to handle you.

He pushes the camera backwards, and even though it's still a couple of days out Erik's already dressed for battle. He'd go out there and fight Cannon right now if he could.

But he didn't. But you were also hoping for Lucas Bergeron, right? Lucas, the street rat, the punk, the dregs of society wrapped up in one madball package. Lucas...talented enough, but too disorganized to take your title. He'd certainly hurt ya..hahaha..But you'd figure out a way to out-maneuver him. A guy like him doesn't think, or strategize. He just does shit. He throws punches and keeps moving forward.

There's an air of almost..admiration with those words. But does he know Lucas thinks he stole that title shot? When all Erik did was win?

He didn't win either. Then, you must have been counting on Nemesis. And he was the easy pick, right? The big monster, the big...dumb...controllable monster. Hell, the guy hasn't said one word and lets Desmond Crowley do all the pontificatin' for him. Easy pickings...you'd run circles around him and strike when he doesn't know where you are.

So easy, a Mark Cannon could do it. Apparently Nemesis has still not done anything to surprise or impress the Maniac, as he slowly rubs his hands together. Absentmindedly, like he's not even aware he's doing it.

But he didn't either.

I DID.


Wow, he got loud. Beat one, beat two, and we can hear the drainage pipes dripping while we get the full accounting of Erik's painted up face. By the way, in case you weren't intimidated by him already, he's got NONNCA written across his forehead in sloppy black makeup, reminding himself of who his target is.

What I can do, Mark..you can't plan for. You don't build a strategy out of what happens when I get ahold of you. The weights you lift, the tracks you run on, the drugs you TAKE...You can't get ready for violence. You can't train to block out pain. Partying, getting high, sure; It's a temporary fix, but what I am gonna' do to you more closely resembles somethin' fucking permanent.

Erik does seem like a guy that might have turned to drugs to deal with his problems...but maybe he isn't? Why does he talk about partying with such..rancor? Drugs with such venom?

'Cause I don't fucking like you Mark. This has nothing to do with what you look like, what you take, who you fuck. I don't like you because of what you do to people who give a damn about you. Coming from a guy like me, those kinds of people are in SHORT supply these days. And the one time you find ONE? TWO?! What do you FUCKING do to them...

Mark's betrayal of Johnny and Brittany obviously has really bothered Erik on a level he's apparently not comfortable with going into detail about.

Before you got ahold of it, I just wanted to be the Fighting Spirit Champion. I wanted to hold that belt with DISTINCTION. I wanted to be considered a great champion and defend it against all comers. Now? Not ONLY do I want that belt..but I want to make a fucking POINT.

Erik grits his teeth now, bulging those big eyes out.

You don't destroy people unless they have it coming. Mark Cannon...you and the Fighting Spirit Championship have it coming.

The title too? Does he blame the championship belt itself for what happened?

Good thing it's No DQ, too...cuz' the only redeeming thing about guys like you, Mark Cannon, is I can do whatever I want to you and I won't feel bad about it...

Erik now, cutting into reserved peals of laughter, stomps up the staircase back into The Land of the Living. And now we do some cutting ourselves as we go to break.
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