Post by Eddie Black on Aug 24, 2013 13:35:45 GMT -5
Our camera feed comes to life again, this time on Eddie Black behind the wheel of his 1991 Honda Civic as he flies down the interstate, a plain black t-shirt and some jeans being his clothing of choice. He looks over at the camera and smirks as we hear the lovely voice of our unseen film maker.
“What?”
Eddie: Nothing. You gonna film everything I do?
“Hey when you’re rich and famous and they want to make a dvd of your life, I’m going to be prepared.”
Eddie: Heh, glad one of us is thinking about the future.
Eddie laughs some more as they continue driving.
“About that, I heard what you had to say about your first match in CPW and Eddie…”
He sighs very loudly and turns his head to pop his neck.
Eddie: This again?
“Eddie, your first match in this company is for a title shot! A title shot you’d be getting later in the night on Pay Per View!!! That’s huge and you’re out there talking about just beating people’s ass for the fun of it?”
Eddie: Yeah, so? It’s why I got into this business. You know that. Hell, it’s what ya fell for.
“Yeah and when wrestling was just something you did at night to get your rocks off it was fine but you don’t have a day job anymore to pay the bills Eddie, we need this money, this job and that belt!”
Eddie pulls the car off to the side of the highway, much to the dismay of those driving behind him.
Eddie: Listen K…
K? Wonder what it stands for.
Eddie: I get where you’re coming from. I do. I know this match and that belt could mean big things for us. In one night I’d go from being some internet fanboy’s dream champion to an actual one. You think I haven’t thought about it? I have. I’ve thought a lot about it but if I go out there with the same must win mentality as the rest of these jack offs then I’d be no different than them.
He looks into the lens for a few moments.
Eddie: And I don’t want to be a damn thing like any of them. I got this far doing things the way I love to do them and I’m not stopping because a few pompous assholes think that title is the be all end all of their careers.
He looks back to the road and checks to see if there are cars coming before pulling back onto the highway. K lowers the camera slightly and sighs.
“I see what you’re saying… You’re right, you gotta do this your way… I believe in you.”
That brings a small smile to his face as they continue to head toward Picture Perfect…
“What?”
Eddie: Nothing. You gonna film everything I do?
“Hey when you’re rich and famous and they want to make a dvd of your life, I’m going to be prepared.”
Eddie: Heh, glad one of us is thinking about the future.
Eddie laughs some more as they continue driving.
“About that, I heard what you had to say about your first match in CPW and Eddie…”
He sighs very loudly and turns his head to pop his neck.
Eddie: This again?
“Eddie, your first match in this company is for a title shot! A title shot you’d be getting later in the night on Pay Per View!!! That’s huge and you’re out there talking about just beating people’s ass for the fun of it?”
Eddie: Yeah, so? It’s why I got into this business. You know that. Hell, it’s what ya fell for.
“Yeah and when wrestling was just something you did at night to get your rocks off it was fine but you don’t have a day job anymore to pay the bills Eddie, we need this money, this job and that belt!”
Eddie pulls the car off to the side of the highway, much to the dismay of those driving behind him.
Eddie: Listen K…
K? Wonder what it stands for.
Eddie: I get where you’re coming from. I do. I know this match and that belt could mean big things for us. In one night I’d go from being some internet fanboy’s dream champion to an actual one. You think I haven’t thought about it? I have. I’ve thought a lot about it but if I go out there with the same must win mentality as the rest of these jack offs then I’d be no different than them.
He looks into the lens for a few moments.
Eddie: And I don’t want to be a damn thing like any of them. I got this far doing things the way I love to do them and I’m not stopping because a few pompous assholes think that title is the be all end all of their careers.
He looks back to the road and checks to see if there are cars coming before pulling back onto the highway. K lowers the camera slightly and sighs.
“I see what you’re saying… You’re right, you gotta do this your way… I believe in you.”
That brings a small smile to his face as they continue to head toward Picture Perfect…
So here we are, 24 hours out from my big debut with CPW and to tell ya the truth I could be a little bit more excited about it. See, usually when I tell people I’m thinking about maybe ending their career just for the fun of it…
They usually got something to say about it.
But it seems no one has anything to say and that’s fine. I honestly don’t care that I’m the only out here right now trying to put over this pay per view, just means when CPw gets the buy rates they know who to make the checks out to.
Eddie Black.
But I’m not here to tell you about how much money I’m about to make for this company, that’d be too easy. I mean, after all, I am a bloody thirsty maniac looking to shed some blood in front of a few thousand mutual blood thirsty maniacs, how could I not make you people money?
What I am here for is to tell Franchise, and that is with an S, learn to spell jackass, Ice and Simpson that the three of ya better be prepared to put your differences aside and come after me as a team because the only way, THE ONLY WAY you are walking out of this pay per view is if you take me out TOGETHER.
I’m not looking to make friends. I’m not looking to get my name on the banner or my face on the company logo. I’m looking to walk up to the biggest, strongest men in the business and smack the shit out of them until they cry their eyes out. I’m looking to take three jack offs like yourselves and beat the piss out of you just because it’s good fun. I’m looking to take every match I’m in and turn it into absolute chaos until CPW don’t know what to do.
Specifically, I’m looking to make a change.
Pro wrestling has been pretty stagnant since the 90’s ended. We’ve got our superheroes and our stereotypical villains but what we don’t got is someone looking to just play by their own rules. Everyone here fits some kind of carbon copy cut out like ya’ll come of a production line. The pompous heel, the spot less face, the redemption story. Whatever. Each of ya is about as original as the mirror your standing in front of, next to and behind.
I’m here to shatter that mirror.
I really don’t give a crap what you or the people think of me, love me, hate me, what you won’t be is indifferent. What you won’t be is confused. When Eddie Black steps through that curtain you know you won’t be getting just another match. You know you’re not getting just another wrestler. You know you’re getting something special. And that is something ya’ll are going to see tomorrow night.
Something special.
This company is going to see some carnage like we haven’t see in over a decade.
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya fellas.
Then there’s Kevin Allen, the defending champion with the heart of lion.
Pfft. Yeah, we’ll see how strong that heart is when I’m beating the hell out of you with a flame wrapped, barbed wire steel chair covered in thumb tacks with shards of glass glued onto it BEFORE the match even starts, then proceed to rip a whole so damn big in ya the fans can throw a basketball through it.
Then how’s that heart gonna help ya?
I’m sure you’ve got some story, some lesson, something cute to say at some point about how you’ve wanted this your whole damn life and you’re going to rally against whatever I bring to the ring.
Good luck with that.
Cause what I’m bringing, you ain’t ever seen before. See, the change starts Sunday when I enter the ring, it continues when I TAKE your title belt and it ends when I’m a cold dead body rotting away in the ground. I’m taking this business and this promotion by storm and I’m returning some freaking dignity to it. Forget about your heroes and your villains, forget about your freaking image Kevin, all you’re gonna be once I’m done with CPW is nameless face in a crowd that everyone will have forgotten.
Right where ya started, right?
Meanwhile they’ll be looking to me, the All American Outlaw, the Nightmare Man, they’ll be looking to the new age of wrestlers, the crazy ass bastards in Japan, the nutso’s on the independent scene, the guys like me who get in that ring and literally spill our guts for the entertainment of psychopaths because we goddamn love to see how much we can take. They’ll be looking to the change, to Eddie Black, the last damn North American Champion you ever expected to have and the last one you’re ever going to need to breath some life into this profession.
Go ahead and pack ya bags Kevin, they ain’t no place for heroes anymore. No place for villains. No place for technical wizards like yourself that are about as fun to watch as paint drying to my ball hair.
Go ahead, run your mouth, not gonna change the fact that tomorrow night you’re gonna kiss the sky and that title good bye because Eddie Black is steam rolling through you and anyone else they put in front of me.
Respect?
Honor?
Loyalty?
Never needed any of ‘em.
All I need is my two hands, all I want is for the world to burn and all you’re going to get is ya nightmares made real. See ya tomorrow.
They usually got something to say about it.
But it seems no one has anything to say and that’s fine. I honestly don’t care that I’m the only out here right now trying to put over this pay per view, just means when CPw gets the buy rates they know who to make the checks out to.
Eddie Black.
But I’m not here to tell you about how much money I’m about to make for this company, that’d be too easy. I mean, after all, I am a bloody thirsty maniac looking to shed some blood in front of a few thousand mutual blood thirsty maniacs, how could I not make you people money?
What I am here for is to tell Franchise, and that is with an S, learn to spell jackass, Ice and Simpson that the three of ya better be prepared to put your differences aside and come after me as a team because the only way, THE ONLY WAY you are walking out of this pay per view is if you take me out TOGETHER.
I’m not looking to make friends. I’m not looking to get my name on the banner or my face on the company logo. I’m looking to walk up to the biggest, strongest men in the business and smack the shit out of them until they cry their eyes out. I’m looking to take three jack offs like yourselves and beat the piss out of you just because it’s good fun. I’m looking to take every match I’m in and turn it into absolute chaos until CPW don’t know what to do.
Specifically, I’m looking to make a change.
Pro wrestling has been pretty stagnant since the 90’s ended. We’ve got our superheroes and our stereotypical villains but what we don’t got is someone looking to just play by their own rules. Everyone here fits some kind of carbon copy cut out like ya’ll come of a production line. The pompous heel, the spot less face, the redemption story. Whatever. Each of ya is about as original as the mirror your standing in front of, next to and behind.
I’m here to shatter that mirror.
I really don’t give a crap what you or the people think of me, love me, hate me, what you won’t be is indifferent. What you won’t be is confused. When Eddie Black steps through that curtain you know you won’t be getting just another match. You know you’re not getting just another wrestler. You know you’re getting something special. And that is something ya’ll are going to see tomorrow night.
Something special.
This company is going to see some carnage like we haven’t see in over a decade.
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya fellas.
Then there’s Kevin Allen, the defending champion with the heart of lion.
Pfft. Yeah, we’ll see how strong that heart is when I’m beating the hell out of you with a flame wrapped, barbed wire steel chair covered in thumb tacks with shards of glass glued onto it BEFORE the match even starts, then proceed to rip a whole so damn big in ya the fans can throw a basketball through it.
Then how’s that heart gonna help ya?
I’m sure you’ve got some story, some lesson, something cute to say at some point about how you’ve wanted this your whole damn life and you’re going to rally against whatever I bring to the ring.
Good luck with that.
Cause what I’m bringing, you ain’t ever seen before. See, the change starts Sunday when I enter the ring, it continues when I TAKE your title belt and it ends when I’m a cold dead body rotting away in the ground. I’m taking this business and this promotion by storm and I’m returning some freaking dignity to it. Forget about your heroes and your villains, forget about your freaking image Kevin, all you’re gonna be once I’m done with CPW is nameless face in a crowd that everyone will have forgotten.
Right where ya started, right?
Meanwhile they’ll be looking to me, the All American Outlaw, the Nightmare Man, they’ll be looking to the new age of wrestlers, the crazy ass bastards in Japan, the nutso’s on the independent scene, the guys like me who get in that ring and literally spill our guts for the entertainment of psychopaths because we goddamn love to see how much we can take. They’ll be looking to the change, to Eddie Black, the last damn North American Champion you ever expected to have and the last one you’re ever going to need to breath some life into this profession.
Go ahead and pack ya bags Kevin, they ain’t no place for heroes anymore. No place for villains. No place for technical wizards like yourself that are about as fun to watch as paint drying to my ball hair.
Go ahead, run your mouth, not gonna change the fact that tomorrow night you’re gonna kiss the sky and that title good bye because Eddie Black is steam rolling through you and anyone else they put in front of me.
Respect?
Honor?
Loyalty?
Never needed any of ‘em.
All I need is my two hands, all I want is for the world to burn and all you’re going to get is ya nightmares made real. See ya tomorrow.