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| [MANIFESTO]; Tornado Rules title match - Holland | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 12 2018, 01:38 PM (43 Views) | |
| erik holland | May 12 2018, 01:38 PM Post #1 |
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A camera pops to life suddenly, though the shot is a bit grainy and carries with it some tracking similar to how old VHS tapes and camcorders do. We can see Erik Holland in all the digital mess, in his usual "interview set" with the Badd Breed flag behind him and he is scratching the back of his neck almost...guiltily. Looking at Night 12 of the Carnage Carnival, there's a part of me that says I'm not in the match I deserve to be in. He's still got an opportunity at a title, but considering the chance that awaited him we can't be surprised Erik feels this way. I came one victory short of being in that cage fighting for the Yamashi Cup. Lobo the Clown, Two-Dick Tony or whatever the fuck...They pulled the numbers game, the 2-on-1, and now I'm on the outside looking in. Though I say that with a little bit of relief because I was able to help aniki pull it off and make it to the finals. I tied the top of Block A and still didn't win, and considering the caliber of world-class Deathmatch and Strong Style talent I had to beat to do that and I did BEAT THEM ALL, considering i literally got shit on in the attempt, it's...it's a kick in the ass to be sure. Erik runs shaking hands through his hair again, slicking it back, speaking with genuine frustration in his voice on the next topic. On top of that, Tiami has to deal with that pustule, that ass-mole in Marcus LeVine, who betrayed my Badd Breed, who's an egomaniacal piece of garbage.. he's out here stalking her, flaming her on Twitter, attacking her and fucking her knee up. Marcus, you got to understand, buddy, Ti should be at the top of your "People You Don't Wanna' Fuck With" list! The only thing dumber than pissin' her off would be pissin' me off, slick, but the deal is this--This is Tiami's fight. I'm merely gonna' keep her focused on what matters and this time it ain't you, cause you got the opening match and I think you're...fuckin', selling popcorn or something after you're done wrestling. But when it comes time for you to be in the barrel, Marcus...Execute your plans. Do whatever you want to do because with the myriad ways you want to break Ti's body--and you'll probably succeed--you will NEVER break her spirit. She'll keep coming back. She'll keep getting up. She'll keep spitting in your ugly fucking face until SHE puts you down for good and you leave us alone forever. The tension in Erik's body and words tells us that he is resisting every instinct to seek Marcus Levine where-ever he hides and end his career. Do violent, brutal things to him and leave him a quivering mess. Like he is used to. But for once in his life, now, he has to defer. The woman he loves NEEDS for this to be ended by her own hand. We have time to think about that while Holland backs off and recovers himself. Sorry, I get on tangents when I get upset. And I got something ahead at Night 12 that is WAY more important than Marcus Levine will ever hope to be. Cause I'm sitting there, feeling sorry for myself until I get a call, I look at the released card, and I see that Ti and I being your NEW ECWF World Tag Team Champions have a chance to grab our third set of belts since we became a team. Barbed wire ladders. Flaming chairs. Tables with gusset plates. They're breakin' out the fine china for this one. Matches like this, with the violence factor flipped all the way up to fifty sure do a hell of a lot to lift the spirits. And the two teams we got to go through to make it happen? sheesh.. Holland gives that big head of his a shake. The Filth Parade, for one. A group I consider to be allies of the Badd Breed. Josh Kennedy and Rebel Manson. If Rebel Manson was man enough to get in there during the Carnage Carnival and go to war with me after he fucked his neck up in such a way that nobody would blame the man if he didn't compete that night? I know I beat him, but just him coming to the fucking ring took a big brass set and earned a fucking load of respect from me and the rest of my people. I got a lot of love for you both, Filth Parade--like i told you two over Twitter, Ti and I love you guys. We are fucking marks for you, okay? But that means something just a little bit different to us in that that makes us want to beat you so much more. Makes us really THINK and get creative about just what we have to--and want to--do to you to keep you down long enough to climb up and get those straps. A sigh. Josh, you're the Eternal Warfare Champion. The Deadly Games Champion. A former CWC World Heavyweight Champion. You lead a group of men and women that are comparable to my own Badd Breed in your capacity for violence, for athleticism, for fortitude. We are making these groups, these stables MATTER in pro wrestling again. And it'll be exciting to get to Ryugoku, Josh, and see who's on whose side. Will I see more Filth Parade t-shirts or will I see the familiar red, yellow and purple that says the FUTURE...belongs to the Badd? No matter what, they're on the right side of history to me. Erik is grinning madly at the thought of there being nothing but Breed or Parade loyalists in the arena when he and Ti come through the curtain. But Josh...speaking of history you and Rebel, you two are NOT going to deny Tiami and I history. The first intergender team to become Tornado Rules Champions. Don't think we haven't thought of that when we looked at this match. That was fresh in our minds when we wrestled in Blood Bowl and now that we have another opportunity it's as fresh as ever. So you better believe I am willing to burn you and Rebel. Believe I am willing to cut your flesh with the barbed wire and tear your body apart with as many gusset plates as I can find. Believe that I'm willing to sacrifice my own body--and whatever I am willing to do to myself, Ti's willing to do to herself--to make it so that we can walk, crawl, get carried out of Ryugoku as the new champions. He's never been carried out of a Death Trip Wrestling event before. Really, he's never been carried out of any event he's been in. For Erik to say this, eyes bulging, every word dripping with intensity and conviction.. That goes triple--appropriate, considerin' it's a three way--triple for you two, Outliers. The Union Battleground Battalion Champions. I love Union Battleground. What a hell of a group of talent. I have been wanting to appear for that company for a long time but circumstances beyond my control have prevented that from happening. But you two represent that greatness that I want to be mentioned in the same breath with, that I want Tiami to be mentioned in the same breath with. HeWhoCorrupts and Sawtooth Grin...A phenomenal tag team. One of the absolute best anywhere in the industry, and just the perfect opponents for The Badd Breed. As much as we respect you, Outliers, don't think for a second that we will be getting stars in our eyes. Don't think for a second that your success as a team is going to intimidate us nor your capacity for violence. Fuck, if I can survive facing Teiji Shintaro, if I can stare down Kalinda Kriegsdottir on a subway train and in the ring and punch her in her face and live to tell about it.. There ain't much you two can do that is going to intimidate me. It'll damn sure hurt, I'll damn sure bleed, but for the right to make history I'll bleed as badly as I have to. Erik now BANGS on the wall where the flag is, and another source of light pops up. It's a TV monitor that Holland's set up in this makeshift interview area to help him and other Badd Breed members make their points to their opponents. The monitor shows video of a ladder, laced in razor sharp barbed wire, and it's taking basically what we consider to be glamour shots of the barbed wire ladder. Holland stands to the left of the monitor and points at the ladder while looking back at the camera. The ladder represents that history to us, gentlemen. It represents a night and a match that the DTW fans are never going to forget for the rest of their lives no matter how much alcohol and drugs they destroy their brains with. THIS MATCH will be as fresh in their minds forever as if it happened just an hour ago. It represents history, the pinnacle of tag team wrestling. And where the Badd Breed will take their place in the echelon next. Assume the mantle of the Tornado Rules Champions and bear the responsibility of stompin' every pair of motherfuckers in the dirt that want to take them from us. All we have to do is go up...up...up through the barbed wire. All we have to do is beat down two of the best tag teams in the world to get it done. A close up on Holland as he walks over, clicking the monitor off, then running his hands up the glass. The angry eyes close for a second, as the scarred face pulls back into that impish grin. That is the message of the Breed. That is our manifesto. And Night 12 of Carnage Carnival we will carry it out. As suddenly as it popped to life, the camera feed blinks away into blackness. Edited by erik holland, May 12 2018, 01:42 PM.
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