Post by Freakke on Nov 22, 2009 9:00:05 GMT -6
Blackheart has a twisted smile beneath his mask. With his arms crossed over his sleeveless shirt, he stares down the hall and continues to smirk. It's only a few hours until the show but he seems ready now.
"Ladies and gentlemen, watching here and at home. I just want you to get a good look at your new number one contender before I go into the arena and go toe-to-toe with some of nCw's 'Finest'. I know Freakke can wrestle, but he's not much of a hardcore wrestler and it's more or less a three on one against him. Once he's gone, that Chuck guy is probably gonna get chucked next. The only real threat I have is Mr. Mysterio and I don't think even he'll put up too much fuss. Ya see..."
He dropped his arms and put his hands on his waist.
"Your looking at one of the hardcore masters. When that bell rings and the match starts, all hell is gonna break loose, and I'm the devil. I really don't need to use weapons because my fists are good enough, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."
The camera pans back some and a steel chair comes into view. It's badly dented and there is some dried blood on it.
"This is from my last hardcore match back in Defiant. I already had him pretty worn down and bleeding, but he got up one last time. This put him down and out for three weeks. Just think, here at nCw, who knows what kind of goodies I get to play with."
The camera pulls back again and a whole table of items are shown. Barbed wire bats, thumb tacks, 2X4's, lighter fluid, and more. Blackheart just starts laughing and it fades away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, watching here and at home. I just want you to get a good look at your new number one contender before I go into the arena and go toe-to-toe with some of nCw's 'Finest'. I know Freakke can wrestle, but he's not much of a hardcore wrestler and it's more or less a three on one against him. Once he's gone, that Chuck guy is probably gonna get chucked next. The only real threat I have is Mr. Mysterio and I don't think even he'll put up too much fuss. Ya see..."
He dropped his arms and put his hands on his waist.
"Your looking at one of the hardcore masters. When that bell rings and the match starts, all hell is gonna break loose, and I'm the devil. I really don't need to use weapons because my fists are good enough, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."
The camera pans back some and a steel chair comes into view. It's badly dented and there is some dried blood on it.
"This is from my last hardcore match back in Defiant. I already had him pretty worn down and bleeding, but he got up one last time. This put him down and out for three weeks. Just think, here at nCw, who knows what kind of goodies I get to play with."
The camera pulls back again and a whole table of items are shown. Barbed wire bats, thumb tacks, 2X4's, lighter fluid, and more. Blackheart just starts laughing and it fades away.