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Distraction; -=Holland=-
Topic Started: Apr 19 2017, 02:24 AM (37 Views)
Willie
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Erik Holland is here.

Seated criss cross on a metal transport box, with what looks like a couple nasty bruises on his face no doubt from the attack that laid him out before the match against Jack Manson, Jr. last week. Although he should be pissed about the attack from Kira Izumi last week (Look, we ALL know it was him, none of these other guys barely know what a tonfa is, let alone use it), he looks...peaceful?

"Sometimes when in the execution of a great cause there comes a distraction..And I gotta say, as distractions go, this one is one for the history books."

What could he be talking about?

"Been a grip, hasn't it, Joe? Hahahaha--"

Oh. That. Erik hops off the box now, leaning lazily against it.

"I believe you and I haven't been dance partners since I was the NGIW Champion, correct?"

Erik sighs in that way you do when you remember times long gone.

"Good times. Gooood times. Here I was, I was having a good time, kickin' ass, spillin' blood, on top of the world as the champ. Then here comes Joe Stanton and he's the first guy to beat me since I won the championship. At that point, Joe Stanton gets my attention. At that point I start doing a little digging into just who this Joe Stanton guy is. But then, NGIW closes, and we lose contact for some time.

Now, like star-crossed lovers, like Sleepless in Seattle, Joe Stanton and I found each other again. And under NGIW rules, no less. It's like it was fate, eh, Joe?"


Erik crosses his arms. I'm not really belaboring description here because Erik's not doing a whole lot of moving. His eyes are popping rather dangerously though with each inflection of speech.

"On any other card in the world this would be a main event. But on ReVolt against the Champions, I'm glad to be stashed in the middle of the billing. We can do something beautiful and NECESSARY, Stanton. We can remind the world what NGIW used to be, we can show them the length and width and breadth of our talents. BUT--"

Erik holds up a pointer finger here, then points it at the camera as if it were a loaded gun, and the camera were Joe Stanton.

"It's gonna be a different result this time.

As you can see my Badd Breed is trying to get adjusted back to where we need to go and get the Coulter Crew back in our gun-sights. Misery is back and looking oh-so-focused. Esqueleto and the Judge...well...let's just say Misery and I have had words since he came back, and we'll be watching the conclusion of their match very closely."


Interesting. Maybe Erik's been watching the entire situation unfold? Otherwise he likely wouldn't have a plan in place. He's not really a details guy, as we know. Erik walks towards the camera now, crossing his arms again.

"But you, Joe. I'm gonna pay special attention to you, because a win over Joe Stanton is just the distraction, just the boost, the shot in the arm I need to get things going my way again. I know that it's gonna' take every bit of talent, depravity and strength that it took to BECOME NGIW Champion to beat you, so let me raise the stakes a little bit.."

Erik flashes an intense look at the camera. What could be the stakes here? Ownership of the Badd Breed? Head shaved?

"Winner buys the beers?"

There's those shark teeth. Can never tell when Holland's being serious anymore. He gets very uncomfortably close to the camera and taps the lens now.

"Hahaha...we'll play soon..."

Erik wanders off now, fading the scene to black.
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