Post by eddiehavok on Mar 2, 2022 14:39:54 GMT -5
As the camera feed comes to life. Eddie walks into the locker room. He grabs a towel and wipes his face before throwing it over his left shoulder.
“Well, what did I say?”
He takes a moment to look around before looking back at the camera.
“Mr Wolf. I told you that you were out of your league. I told you I would beat you and then send you back to SWAT with your tail between your legs. Just like I did with James Knight at the last show.”
A Grin emerges across his face briefly.
“Seriously… When are you guys going to learn! You come up here to NPW expecting to be a big shot, a big deal. All you are doing is embarrassing yourself. Let me make it clear to you. You are a big deal in SWAT, only because you are a big fish in a little pond. You come up to NPW and you are nothing more than a little fish in a huge bloody ocean filled with hungry sharks!”
Shaking his head, he starts to paperback and forth.
“I will say that it is a shame that Rob Garcia didn't have what it took to advance to the semifinals in the end. Well, Rob, I will still be coming for the championship. Whether I beat you or someone else for it, it doesn't matter to me.”
Tilting his head, he stares into the camera as if he is waiting for an answer. Afterwards, he just smiles and shakes his head.
“So now I have advanced to the final. Now, there is only one question: who will I be facing next? Will it be Xialong or Jay Stevens? I would prefer a challenge either way.”
Eddie picks up a bottle of water and takes a mouthful. Taking the time to collect his thoughts.
"Xialong looked to be lucky in the Do or Die challenge. Nothing but luck that you managed to get your knees up as Garcia came off the turnbuckle with a high-risk manoeuvre. Is that going to be your plan if you get to the finals, hope for an opening and wish for some more luck? Honestly, that isn't going to cut the mustard in the final. Jay, it appears that we both would like nothing more than to get another chance to see who the better man is. At least this time the match would not be restricted by a time limit.”
Once again he wipes his face before throwing the towel on the wooden bench.
“I will wait and see my next opponent a bit later on in the ring. You better come ready to fight!”
The camera feed dies off as Eddie walks back out of the locker room.
Later on that evening Eddie is staggering backstage, as he passes a monitor he stops and watches the action in the ring.
“You have gotta be kidding me. Jay is standing in the ring giving me credit for being a hell of a competitor. Well hello. I am the Iron Man of the tournament. You don't get called that just by sitting around.”
Eddie is facing the wall. With one arm stretched out, supporting his balance while his other hand is clenched into a fist.
“Look at him Standing in the middle of the ring with Gus, holding his trophy and celebrating. Now he is challenging the CWA World Heavyweight champion, Chris Card.”
Still groggy from passing out to the triangle Hold, rather than tap out to the hold. In a last moment of defiance. He staggers down the corridor to the locker room. After a while, Eddie stumbles into the locker room and takes a seat on the wooden bench.
"Well, that didn't quite go to plan. The plan wasn't for Jay Stevens to win the tournament. Best of luck fella, just remember one thing. You might be the winner of the Cruiserweight Cup tournament. You might have been officially announced the winner via submission. The record books have been written. One thing that they will not remember and the most important part. I never tapped out, never submitted."
Rubbing both hands around his neck. Tilting his head from side to side to loosen up his neck muscles.
"Can you honestly tell yourself that you are happy with such a hollow victory? Can you say that you felt that you earned the victory? Well, I guess you are happy about taking the victory. After three years, you can finally call yourself the Cruiserweight Cup winner."
He lowers his head shaking it from side to side while he erupts into laughter.
"Myself, I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I didn't make my opponent tap out for the victory. Well now back to the main focus, the Cruiserweight title. I have said before that I don't care whether it was Rob Garcia or someone else holding the title. Either way that Championship will find its way around my waist sooner or later."
Eddie slowly headed off to the showers.
“Well, what did I say?”
He takes a moment to look around before looking back at the camera.
“Mr Wolf. I told you that you were out of your league. I told you I would beat you and then send you back to SWAT with your tail between your legs. Just like I did with James Knight at the last show.”
A Grin emerges across his face briefly.
“Seriously… When are you guys going to learn! You come up here to NPW expecting to be a big shot, a big deal. All you are doing is embarrassing yourself. Let me make it clear to you. You are a big deal in SWAT, only because you are a big fish in a little pond. You come up to NPW and you are nothing more than a little fish in a huge bloody ocean filled with hungry sharks!”
Shaking his head, he starts to paperback and forth.
“I will say that it is a shame that Rob Garcia didn't have what it took to advance to the semifinals in the end. Well, Rob, I will still be coming for the championship. Whether I beat you or someone else for it, it doesn't matter to me.”
Tilting his head, he stares into the camera as if he is waiting for an answer. Afterwards, he just smiles and shakes his head.
“So now I have advanced to the final. Now, there is only one question: who will I be facing next? Will it be Xialong or Jay Stevens? I would prefer a challenge either way.”
Eddie picks up a bottle of water and takes a mouthful. Taking the time to collect his thoughts.
"Xialong looked to be lucky in the Do or Die challenge. Nothing but luck that you managed to get your knees up as Garcia came off the turnbuckle with a high-risk manoeuvre. Is that going to be your plan if you get to the finals, hope for an opening and wish for some more luck? Honestly, that isn't going to cut the mustard in the final. Jay, it appears that we both would like nothing more than to get another chance to see who the better man is. At least this time the match would not be restricted by a time limit.”
Once again he wipes his face before throwing the towel on the wooden bench.
“I will wait and see my next opponent a bit later on in the ring. You better come ready to fight!”
The camera feed dies off as Eddie walks back out of the locker room.
Later on that evening Eddie is staggering backstage, as he passes a monitor he stops and watches the action in the ring.
“You have gotta be kidding me. Jay is standing in the ring giving me credit for being a hell of a competitor. Well hello. I am the Iron Man of the tournament. You don't get called that just by sitting around.”
Eddie is facing the wall. With one arm stretched out, supporting his balance while his other hand is clenched into a fist.
“Look at him Standing in the middle of the ring with Gus, holding his trophy and celebrating. Now he is challenging the CWA World Heavyweight champion, Chris Card.”
Still groggy from passing out to the triangle Hold, rather than tap out to the hold. In a last moment of defiance. He staggers down the corridor to the locker room. After a while, Eddie stumbles into the locker room and takes a seat on the wooden bench.
"Well, that didn't quite go to plan. The plan wasn't for Jay Stevens to win the tournament. Best of luck fella, just remember one thing. You might be the winner of the Cruiserweight Cup tournament. You might have been officially announced the winner via submission. The record books have been written. One thing that they will not remember and the most important part. I never tapped out, never submitted."
Rubbing both hands around his neck. Tilting his head from side to side to loosen up his neck muscles.
"Can you honestly tell yourself that you are happy with such a hollow victory? Can you say that you felt that you earned the victory? Well, I guess you are happy about taking the victory. After three years, you can finally call yourself the Cruiserweight Cup winner."
He lowers his head shaking it from side to side while he erupts into laughter.
"Myself, I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I didn't make my opponent tap out for the victory. Well now back to the main focus, the Cruiserweight title. I have said before that I don't care whether it was Rob Garcia or someone else holding the title. Either way that Championship will find its way around my waist sooner or later."
Eddie slowly headed off to the showers.
