Post by Erik Holland on Oct 6, 2018 12:05:34 GMT -8
I'm shaking, hands on my knees, panting.
A mumbling, half tired, half crazed voice can be heard. Grainy, like he was taped on a tape recorder.
Let them come. Let them come forever. Let them climb the piled bodies of the ones that were defeated before.
We know this voice, don't we?
I don't care.
That's the thing I do better than anyone.
Not care.
The camera engages in a slow zoom backwards and we see indeed that it's a rolling tape inside one of those old tape recorders, sat on a nondescript wooden table. The voice we know continues to speak, his rage building as he carries on.
Let them come in their hundreds and every one. EVERY. ONE. Will fall at my feet. I don't care about their speed, their power, their technical ability, how sick and hardcore they CLAIM to be.
The derision in his voice suggests he's Seen Some Shit In His Life and would rather not compare who is the sickest.
I don't care because I cannot be moved.
I am a wall.
I am the wall against which pro wrestling breaks.
A gnarled, scarred and huge hand envelops the tape recorder now, clicking it off. The camera turns up and to the left and there is Erik Holland, in all his bald glory, holding the tape recorder in his fist, the Badd Breed logo painted sloppily behind him on the concrete wall. He looks to be in phenomenal condition and looks, emotionally, to be about fifty pounds lighter.
Hi, Elysium. I'm 100% healthy. I was cleared hours before I agreed to this contract. And so, you know what I'm ready to do? I am ready to become the first ever two time Elysium World Champion. When SHIDO lost the title at Wideawake, I knew it was time. When Tiami said goodbye to the industry, goodbye to me, I knew it was time. The Last Kingdom has CEASELESSLY, relentlessly, called to me after its rebirth and now it's time for me to answer. I have to send a message but you can term it a warning to the entirety of the Elysium roster. Friend and foe. Rival and ally. Those who are here now and those who WILL yet come.
Erik closes those hateful eyes, breathing deep, considering his words carefully.
I am a wall.
You cannot move me.
You will shatter against me.
I will give myself, all of myself, to watch you break at my feet.
Suddenly, as if we were snapping out of a trance, the scene cuts to black.
A mumbling, half tired, half crazed voice can be heard. Grainy, like he was taped on a tape recorder.
Let them come. Let them come forever. Let them climb the piled bodies of the ones that were defeated before.
We know this voice, don't we?
I don't care.
That's the thing I do better than anyone.
Not care.
The camera engages in a slow zoom backwards and we see indeed that it's a rolling tape inside one of those old tape recorders, sat on a nondescript wooden table. The voice we know continues to speak, his rage building as he carries on.
Let them come in their hundreds and every one. EVERY. ONE. Will fall at my feet. I don't care about their speed, their power, their technical ability, how sick and hardcore they CLAIM to be.
The derision in his voice suggests he's Seen Some Shit In His Life and would rather not compare who is the sickest.
I don't care because I cannot be moved.
I am a wall.
I am the wall against which pro wrestling breaks.
A gnarled, scarred and huge hand envelops the tape recorder now, clicking it off. The camera turns up and to the left and there is Erik Holland, in all his bald glory, holding the tape recorder in his fist, the Badd Breed logo painted sloppily behind him on the concrete wall. He looks to be in phenomenal condition and looks, emotionally, to be about fifty pounds lighter.
Hi, Elysium. I'm 100% healthy. I was cleared hours before I agreed to this contract. And so, you know what I'm ready to do? I am ready to become the first ever two time Elysium World Champion. When SHIDO lost the title at Wideawake, I knew it was time. When Tiami said goodbye to the industry, goodbye to me, I knew it was time. The Last Kingdom has CEASELESSLY, relentlessly, called to me after its rebirth and now it's time for me to answer. I have to send a message but you can term it a warning to the entirety of the Elysium roster. Friend and foe. Rival and ally. Those who are here now and those who WILL yet come.
Erik closes those hateful eyes, breathing deep, considering his words carefully.
I am a wall.
You cannot move me.
You will shatter against me.
I will give myself, all of myself, to watch you break at my feet.
Suddenly, as if we were snapping out of a trance, the scene cuts to black.
