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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Jul 27, 2014 15:52:39 GMT
Singles Match: Erick Holland vs Equinox
Erick Holland will be making his 2CW Debut at The Clash, facing Equinox. Equinox was impressive in the Cibernetico Match, but is looking to gain an all important singles victory. Could Equinox play spoiler to Erick Hollands 2CW debut? Or will the newcomer use the Enigmatic Nightmare to move up the rankings here in the Second City?
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Post by willie on Jul 31, 2014 3:24:30 GMT
When Erik Holland Calls
An oppressive red light focuses on what appears to be a piece of black curtain attached to the wall roughly with about four nails, one in each corner. A haphazardly stitched skull with some very spiky and wild hair is seen in the middle of the 'flag', a pair of maddened red pupils serving as 'eyes' staring out at us with nothing but contempt and vileness. The words FREAK, VICTIM, IMPAIRED, DANGEROUS, KEEP AWAY surround the skull, repeated over and over, in various fonts, stitchings and colors; although it all looks white under the red lights. And now we slowly pan to the main attraction. Sprawled in the corner, sitting Indian-style on the floor, absentmindedly looking at the upcoming card is none other than your favorite madman and mine, "The Haunted" Erik Holland.
A little laugh comes from the monster as his head lolls up, showing that his hair's been cut recently. He looks good...Presentable. ALMOST. This is "The Haunted" we're talking about here. His broad shoulders quiver slightly as he laughs, and even though the grin stays, Erik starts to speak in that trembling, almost squealing staccato that has become his trademark. We notice now that he has the match card for the Clash at the Coliseum in his hands, and he wiggles it at the camera almost in a taunting manner."Second City Wrestling.."
He smiles. "You might have just...made...the biggest mistake of your life."Aww, now how come? I mean, Erik is one of the top American wrestlers in the world right now. Only the best and brightest come to 2CW, right?"A company like THISSS..priding itself on competition, and WRESTLING, and sport, and two guys with buzz cuts tradin' roundhouse kicks for 20 minutes...You know how I feel when I'm HERE? When I'm...TRAPPED? SHACKLED?! It pushes EVERYTHING out of my head, everything...but my most favorite thing in the world. Violence. Yeah, haha, stop me if you've heard it before, but I love doing damage. To people, to objects, to tag-teams, stables...you name it, I wanna seize it with these hands and---GRRR!!!"He shows the card to the camera just for a second before he RIPS it in half with those big hands, scattering the pieces around him. Breathing heavily, through clenched teeth, Erik continues."Tear...it...APART. Speaking of tearing things apart..who's my opponent? Who better than the one, the only, Equinox. Yes, 2CW thinks they're bein' cute by pitting their madman against THE Madman. They think they can SPEAK to me through this...Equinox, they think his violence will sing to me the way I..need it..to, to be comfortable here. I appreciate the gesture, 2CW, I REALLY do...it touches me. Deep down in my bones."Erik grumbles those last few words, wiping his hands across his face in that way that people do when they're stressed out, angry, trying to calm down...there's something off about this guy. "But you gotta like Equinox, if you're a guy like me...you gotta like him because seeing Equinox, hearing Equinox...sssmelling Equinox...reminded me so much of what I went through before I got here. People PRETENDIN' to give a shit about me. People pretendin' that I was OK when they looked in my eyes and they knew...they knew I was pretty fuckin' far from okay. But they babied me, they CODDLED me anyway and for what? So the angry kid wouldn't beat them up? So that others could bully me and try to flip my trigger so I'll freak out and break shit again, like some kinda' performing monkey?"Erik runs his hands through that wild black hair, his whole body shaking with grief, and anger, and whatever else is wriggling through that warped mind of this damaged but talented individual. Erik shakes his head furiously, shutting his eyes tight and snarling at the camera before POINTING a grimy, dirty finger at the lens. Or it looks dirty, anyway, maybe because the fist tape he's wearing still has a little bit of Mr. Morgan's blood on it. "2CW has to understand..they have to. What I have is a DISEASE. But my disease..ha...my disease is my greatest weapon. Every morning when I wake up, I am in PAIN. Every night when I sleep, I am in PAIN. When I am in the gym training and when I'm fighting for my life in that ring, I am in PAIN. You're gonna quickly find out, and Coach taught me this one thing...if you're not in PAIN...hahahaha...you're not alive." The idea of that seemed to cheer Erik up right quick, as he's grabbing hold of the lens now, laughing quietly to himself before he gives that big head of his another shake before he speaks."And Equinox...August 9, in Evansville..you're going to be alive with me..in the purest way. You want to come out and play with this monster? Then be at the Veteran's Memorial Coliseum. Just...don't hold me responsible, don't think I'm going to APOLOGIZE...for what I...am going to do to you."
What's he do next? Oh, no big deal. He headbutts the camera, sending it to static.
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