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| I want to go there; This time I'm not scared.; Night of the Immortals XI. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2012, 10:27 PM (304 Views) | |
| Eddie Cool | Apr 9 2012, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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What's up bitches?
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Eddie Cool is pacing back and forth outside of the Bank of America Stadium in Charlotte, home of the NFL Carolina Panthers. In a few hours he would headlining the RCWF's biggest event of the year, Night of the Immortals, against the current World Heavyweight Champion, Domino. Both men have been taking shots at each other back and forth for the past few months, trying to get into the head of their opponent. Some unforgivable things may have been said, but when it comes down to it, both Eddie and Domino know that the only way to settle their differences are to leave it all in the ring tonight. As the old saying goes, it's time to either put up or shut up. Of course a cameraman had followed Eddie outside of the arena, hoping to capture some kind of Kodak moment or something like that. Eddie was wearing some baggy grey sweats. Nothing fancy. He was more worried about getting cold than anything else. In years past he would have had someone psyching him up for the match. Someone like Trent Reign. Angel Love. Showtime Brooks. Jake Rogers. This time he was alone. Cool had burned a lot of bridges over the past year, but this wasn't the time to worry about that. Concentrate on the match and nothing else, he told himself. Easier said then done. It would be nice to have someone ... anyone ... in his corner tonight. Stay strong, don't worry about anyone else. Tonight is all about you. There was that voice in his head again, calming him down. Eddie looks over his shoulder and finally notices the cameraman. He motions him to come over. "You looking for a sound bite?" "That's what they pay me for." "Good point. Alright, give me a second." Eddie walks over to the arena and places his hands up against the concrete walls of the stadium. He closes his eyes and continues to have his back to the camera, palms spread wide. If someone was walking by, they'd probably think Eddie was being arrested. This was a rare glimpse of a ritual Eddie performs before every PPV match. Channeling the energy of the arena itself into the palm of his hands ... figuratively speaking of course. Eddie turns back around and this time addresses the camera. He looks much more relaxed than before. Almost stoic. "Tonight is the beginning of a new era." He stares at the camera for a few moments, trying to emphasize the importance of that statement. "No one really understands how important tonight is to me. This is the greatest and most spectacular moment of my career. For eight long years I've clawed and scratched my way to the top of the roster, and for eight long years that career-defining moment has eluded me. Most of you don't understand what it means to wait for your chance in the spotlight. As soon as you stepped through those curtains you were handed all of the riches that RCWF has to offer. Most of you haven't been in the RCWF for eight years and still been called a jobber. A pushover. A lot of you bitch and moan and complain after only a few months, or even a few weeks, that you haven't been pushed into the main event or won any championship gold. You all need to stop what you're doing and take a look in the mirror. Do you have the scars to back up those kinds of complaints? Let me show you something." Eddie takes his sweater off, revealing his naked upper torso. He motions for the camera to come closer and zoom in on his right shoulder. Although invisible to the naked eye before, a three inch long scar can be seen running down his arm. "It was 2005 and I was just starting to gain some momentum in the Television Title division. Thaddius thought it would be a good idea to throw me as fodder into a squash match with Bobby Stasiak, with the title on the line to make the stakes interesting. Stasiak threw me shoulder first into the corner of the steel steps and I got this nice gash as my reward. Well, this scar and the Television Title. Everyone doubted me on that night too." Eddie turns around and points to his lower back. A pale, red line that almost looks like a whip mark stretches from one side of his back to the other. "2006. I had already won the Man of the Globe Tournament by making Jake Michaels tap out in the middle of the ring to the Sharpshooter. I was on top of the world. Then I was told I was put into the Tournament of Glory, which was taking place on the same night. No one thought I could win the Man of the Globe tournament, and no one certainly thought I had a chance to win four more matches that night. Lo' and behold, I find myself face to face with my best friend in the finals: Trent Reign. We battled back and forth like two titans, but he got the upper hand when he threw me over the top rope and I landed back first into the edge of a table set up outside. Whether it was a mistake or not, Trent went on to win that match and I won a trip to the hospital." Eddie brushes back his hair and reveals another scar, this time looping around the left side of his head for about four inches. "Night of the Immortals VIII. Somehow it was the first time in my career I had made it to the big dance. It was a three-way ladder match for the Television Championship. The Slasher was the champion at the time, but Mike Minue, the first Television Champion, was thrown into the mix as well. I got hit in the head with the ladder FIVE times that night. But this scar isn't from any of those blows. This scar is from when the Slasher threw me from the top of the ladder and my head smashed into the bottom rung of the ladder. It was a freak accident. I started gushing blood all over the place. The referee tried taking me out of the match but I pushed him away and kept fighting. By the end of that match, I was sitting at the top of the ladder with the Television title around my waist." Eddie starts pointing all around his body, letting the camera zoom in on scar after scar after scar. "I sacrificed my body to be the best wrestler in the world. Each and every one of these scars has a story to tell. I could go on all night about what each one means, but I'll spare you the trip down memory lane. The problem is ... none of these scars prove that I'm the best. The only way to show that to myself and the universe is to become the World Heavyweight Champion. The list of men that have held the championship reads like a whose who of Hall of Fame caliber wrestlers. Tonight, it's my turn to add my name to that list. In just a few hours I'm doing something that some of the greatest wrestlers of our generation have never accomplished. I'm going to walk out of the main event of Night of the Immortals XI as the World Heavyweight Champion and finally take my seat at the golden throne." Eddie starts to smirk, then chuckles. Then his expression once again turns serious. "Tonight, the world stops. But try to quickly catch your breath, because the moment I grab that belt, the party starts. And Eddie Cool parties like it's 1969." |
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| Eddie Cool | Apr 9 2012, 10:52 PM Post #2 |
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What's up bitches?
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Eddie skips off from the view of the camera, and with a lisp, chants: "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" |
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| Eddie Cool | Apr 10 2012, 01:18 AM Post #3 |
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What's up bitches?
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Eddie starts running through unrelated promos to celebrate his World Heavyweight Title win ... |
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