Even the Dead Walk the Earth!
Sept 25, 2022 3:02:01 GMT
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Post by erikholland on Sept 25, 2022 3:02:01 GMT
We open up to the loud, crashing, cacophonous noise of static.
This hisses at us, in the same manner that a thoroughly pissed off rattlesnake would; and for a few long, really long moments we're sitting here thinking there could be something wrong with the feed, maybe we ought to try later..
it's time we had a little chat.
Uh oh. We havent heard that voice in a long time. The words above a barely restrained whisper. The feed comes into focus on a couple of blurry eyes smudged with black makeup. Paired with those is a grim smile, as he tilts his head this way and that tapping on the glass of the camera lens. We still can't really make out the facial features besides that because this monster is illuminated by a bright red spotlight.
Nooo, no no no...you're not dreaming. You're not having nightmares, either, God only knows I have enough experience with those...ahahaha....Erik HOLLAND is as real as it gets, and let me clue you in, let me tell you...a SECRET...
As he rocks back and forth in a standing position, barely able to restrain his anxiety or whatever it is thats goping on with him, an unpleasant giggle rumbles out of his gigantic frame. Erik Holland is here, and that familiar feeling of dread is permeating through everything the former four time World's Champion is doing.
I couldn't stay away from this any longer. I bled buckets, I sweat gallons, I fractured my back in four places and the only thing i could think about in the last two years while i have been getting ready is how long I have to wait before I can do it again. The worst thing, the DUMBEST thing my medical staff told me is i couldnt do any worse damage to my back than I have done already, which meeeeans...
Erik sort of twirls in front of the camera, grabbing at his hair with both hands, coming to a stop when his eyes bulge out almost to the size of quarters.
Everyone in every corner of Wrestleverse is going to get me at my absolute best. Meaning specifically for guys like Shrenk and for Robert Feast.. October seventh is going to be the single worst day in either of your miserable lives. I will burst out of the waters of Lake Michigan and drag you two down to the darkest depths...and all TJ Alexander has to do is not worry his pretty-little-head for a moment, show up, and do his job. I've won five different Tag Team Championships; I even won with somebody I wouldn't piss on if I previously set him on fire, hee hee hee hee...
Erik titters like he thinks that wouldn't be a bad idea.
So if you need me to play along, I'll play along. I'll see you soon, gentlemen...come ready to bleed, if you please...
The muttered, dazed threats finally fade away as Erik's featureless shadow seems to melt away from the camera. The red light hangs there for a while, until it cuts to a PLEASE STAND BY card with bars and tone. Finally, to black.
This hisses at us, in the same manner that a thoroughly pissed off rattlesnake would; and for a few long, really long moments we're sitting here thinking there could be something wrong with the feed, maybe we ought to try later..
it's time we had a little chat.
Uh oh. We havent heard that voice in a long time. The words above a barely restrained whisper. The feed comes into focus on a couple of blurry eyes smudged with black makeup. Paired with those is a grim smile, as he tilts his head this way and that tapping on the glass of the camera lens. We still can't really make out the facial features besides that because this monster is illuminated by a bright red spotlight.
Nooo, no no no...you're not dreaming. You're not having nightmares, either, God only knows I have enough experience with those...ahahaha....Erik HOLLAND is as real as it gets, and let me clue you in, let me tell you...a SECRET...
As he rocks back and forth in a standing position, barely able to restrain his anxiety or whatever it is thats goping on with him, an unpleasant giggle rumbles out of his gigantic frame. Erik Holland is here, and that familiar feeling of dread is permeating through everything the former four time World's Champion is doing.
I couldn't stay away from this any longer. I bled buckets, I sweat gallons, I fractured my back in four places and the only thing i could think about in the last two years while i have been getting ready is how long I have to wait before I can do it again. The worst thing, the DUMBEST thing my medical staff told me is i couldnt do any worse damage to my back than I have done already, which meeeeans...
Erik sort of twirls in front of the camera, grabbing at his hair with both hands, coming to a stop when his eyes bulge out almost to the size of quarters.
Everyone in every corner of Wrestleverse is going to get me at my absolute best. Meaning specifically for guys like Shrenk and for Robert Feast.. October seventh is going to be the single worst day in either of your miserable lives. I will burst out of the waters of Lake Michigan and drag you two down to the darkest depths...and all TJ Alexander has to do is not worry his pretty-little-head for a moment, show up, and do his job. I've won five different Tag Team Championships; I even won with somebody I wouldn't piss on if I previously set him on fire, hee hee hee hee...
Erik titters like he thinks that wouldn't be a bad idea.
So if you need me to play along, I'll play along. I'll see you soon, gentlemen...come ready to bleed, if you please...
The muttered, dazed threats finally fade away as Erik's featureless shadow seems to melt away from the camera. The red light hangs there for a while, until it cuts to a PLEASE STAND BY card with bars and tone. Finally, to black.