Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2009 7:07:46 GMT -5
The scene opens up on the lovely shore of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It's one of Gravedigger's favorite places to vacation. As can be expected, a pair of figures are slowly approaching from the distance. It's Gravedigger and Jessie. Jessie is wearing a black bikini top and a pair of short shorts. Gravedigger is wearing a pair of black shorts and a blue cut-off shirt. Unlike in the ring, neither one has their face painted up with face paint. Gravedigger finally notices the WCF camera crew and says something to Jessie who glances in the camera's direction and then turns to Gravedigger. She nods and says something else before heading off towards one of the nearby hotels, likely the one they are staying at.
Gravedigger continues walking towards the camera, taking his time. As he gets close enough, the cameraman starts stepping slowly backwards as Gravedigger begins speaking.
Gravedigger: So here we are at WCF Blast. Scheduled for June 28th, 2009. WCF Blast...it's the perfect name for a pay-per-view because that's exactly what some people will have. They will have a blast indeed. Others will walk away from the ring with their heads hanging, saddened at defeat. Either defeat of just a normal match or with their head hanging in disappointment at themselves for losing the opportunity to wear WCF gold. Or they will be saddened at losing the piece of WCF gold they're so accustomed to wearing.
You have someone like Torture who has held the WCF world title practically since WCF restarted this time around. He lives with that belt around his waist. He probably sleeps with the thing, eats with it, trains with it, takes a crap with it. Word around the lockerroom is he makes love with it. Not sure if that means he has sex with the belt itself or has sex while wearing the belt.
No, but seriously. One would look at my match with Logan and think that it's just a normal match since there's no title belt involved. No, it's not. Logan, our match isn't just about Logan vs. Gravedigger. It's not just about a match where the stipulation is a no disqualification match. It's a match about hatred. It's a match about revenge. No disqualification? Seth Lerch knew it would be stupid to put us in the ring in a normal match. It wouldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes before one or both of us was using a weapon on the other.
No disqualification? I love it. I'm the Epitome of Hardcore. People say I'm the self-proclaimed Epitome of Hardcore, but ask anyone who has ever stepped in the ring with me in a hardcore match. I'm not the self-proclaimed, I AM the Epitome of Hardcore. This is where I excel. When there's no rules. When anything goes. When weapons are involved. I rarely ever lose in these types of matches. The number of losses I have amassed in my career in hardcore matches can be counted on one hand. In every single one of those cases the person who beat me either had a bunch of help or literally had to do everything possible to me to put me down for the three count. That's not going to happen here.
Gravedigger is stopped on the beach by a couple of fans who recognize him. They ask for autographs. Gravedigger nods and quickly signs what they give him and then shoos them away. He turns back to the camera.
Gravedigger: I said earlier that this match is about revenge. Most people say that when you're out for revenge, your judgement is clouded. Your vision is clouded and you are easier to handle. Don't sit there thinking that this is the case in our match, Logan. My anger. My hatred. My desire for revenge. My thirst for vengeance is focused soley on destroying you. You stand there running your mouth about wanting to leave WCF, here let me help you on Sunday. I'll be glad to help you leave the arena on a stretcher. Not with just some concussion that you'll get over in a week. No, I will destroy you. I will break you. I will break every bone in your body. I will destroy you physically. I will destroy you mentally. Mark my words, when you feel your skull and neck impact on that mat via a Death Driver, don't think that the match will be over. Don't be laying there expecting to feel the pressure of me laying across your midsection while the vibration of three slaps to the mat will be felt. No.
I don't plan on executing a Death Driver and then being finished there. You will be in pain. You will feel the pain that Chester and Dobbie felt at your hand a few weeks ago. I told you and Jack of Blades that you would be paying for what you did to my brother and one of my best friends. I meant it. Bring Jackie to the ring. I'm begging you, Jack of Blades, interfere in my match. You won't be just outnumbering me in a match. No, you'll be also stepping into my world. You'll be in my ring in my type of match. I'll bring plenty of tables. I'll bring plenty of chairs. I'll bring plenty of ladders...OH MY! I'll bring plenty of trash cans. I'll bring every damn thing that I can find in the arena.
Speaking of interference, whoever this scum-sucking leech is that has been stalking Logan, you can bring it, too! I don't care if we share a hatred for Logan and want to mess his world up, you get into my match, I will destroy you, too. If you run down and start to attack Logan, I'll gladly hold him as you throw punches at his face, but the second he's out of the picture, expect a chair to the face as thanks.
This Sunday, Gravedigger, the Epitome of Hardcore makes his REAL return to the ring. I've been training. I've been preparing. I've been waiting for this opportunity. I will show everyone that I still have it. I will show everyone that I can still hang. I don't have The Dark Side watching my back. I don't NEED anyone watching my back. People don't screw with me and get away with it. Most people are smart enough to not mess with me personally. I will walk out of this match the winner. I've noticed that pretty much whenever you were on top of WCF, Logan, that I was nowhere to be found. Whenever I was around, you were pretty much doing nothing important and losing match after match. Like I pointed out at Slam this week, you seem to be doing that again this time around, too. Will that change this Sunday? HELL NO! For all you scum-sucking leeches that are new to WCF, watch Logan vs. Gravedigger this Sunday to watch as the Epitome of Hardcore sends out a message to the rest of the company. Torture, pay attention. I'm gunning for you soon!
The scene fades to black as Gravedigger walks away from the camera crew.
Gravedigger continues walking towards the camera, taking his time. As he gets close enough, the cameraman starts stepping slowly backwards as Gravedigger begins speaking.
Gravedigger: So here we are at WCF Blast. Scheduled for June 28th, 2009. WCF Blast...it's the perfect name for a pay-per-view because that's exactly what some people will have. They will have a blast indeed. Others will walk away from the ring with their heads hanging, saddened at defeat. Either defeat of just a normal match or with their head hanging in disappointment at themselves for losing the opportunity to wear WCF gold. Or they will be saddened at losing the piece of WCF gold they're so accustomed to wearing.
You have someone like Torture who has held the WCF world title practically since WCF restarted this time around. He lives with that belt around his waist. He probably sleeps with the thing, eats with it, trains with it, takes a crap with it. Word around the lockerroom is he makes love with it. Not sure if that means he has sex with the belt itself or has sex while wearing the belt.
No, but seriously. One would look at my match with Logan and think that it's just a normal match since there's no title belt involved. No, it's not. Logan, our match isn't just about Logan vs. Gravedigger. It's not just about a match where the stipulation is a no disqualification match. It's a match about hatred. It's a match about revenge. No disqualification? Seth Lerch knew it would be stupid to put us in the ring in a normal match. It wouldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes before one or both of us was using a weapon on the other.
No disqualification? I love it. I'm the Epitome of Hardcore. People say I'm the self-proclaimed Epitome of Hardcore, but ask anyone who has ever stepped in the ring with me in a hardcore match. I'm not the self-proclaimed, I AM the Epitome of Hardcore. This is where I excel. When there's no rules. When anything goes. When weapons are involved. I rarely ever lose in these types of matches. The number of losses I have amassed in my career in hardcore matches can be counted on one hand. In every single one of those cases the person who beat me either had a bunch of help or literally had to do everything possible to me to put me down for the three count. That's not going to happen here.
Gravedigger is stopped on the beach by a couple of fans who recognize him. They ask for autographs. Gravedigger nods and quickly signs what they give him and then shoos them away. He turns back to the camera.
Gravedigger: I said earlier that this match is about revenge. Most people say that when you're out for revenge, your judgement is clouded. Your vision is clouded and you are easier to handle. Don't sit there thinking that this is the case in our match, Logan. My anger. My hatred. My desire for revenge. My thirst for vengeance is focused soley on destroying you. You stand there running your mouth about wanting to leave WCF, here let me help you on Sunday. I'll be glad to help you leave the arena on a stretcher. Not with just some concussion that you'll get over in a week. No, I will destroy you. I will break you. I will break every bone in your body. I will destroy you physically. I will destroy you mentally. Mark my words, when you feel your skull and neck impact on that mat via a Death Driver, don't think that the match will be over. Don't be laying there expecting to feel the pressure of me laying across your midsection while the vibration of three slaps to the mat will be felt. No.
I don't plan on executing a Death Driver and then being finished there. You will be in pain. You will feel the pain that Chester and Dobbie felt at your hand a few weeks ago. I told you and Jack of Blades that you would be paying for what you did to my brother and one of my best friends. I meant it. Bring Jackie to the ring. I'm begging you, Jack of Blades, interfere in my match. You won't be just outnumbering me in a match. No, you'll be also stepping into my world. You'll be in my ring in my type of match. I'll bring plenty of tables. I'll bring plenty of chairs. I'll bring plenty of ladders...OH MY! I'll bring plenty of trash cans. I'll bring every damn thing that I can find in the arena.
Speaking of interference, whoever this scum-sucking leech is that has been stalking Logan, you can bring it, too! I don't care if we share a hatred for Logan and want to mess his world up, you get into my match, I will destroy you, too. If you run down and start to attack Logan, I'll gladly hold him as you throw punches at his face, but the second he's out of the picture, expect a chair to the face as thanks.
This Sunday, Gravedigger, the Epitome of Hardcore makes his REAL return to the ring. I've been training. I've been preparing. I've been waiting for this opportunity. I will show everyone that I still have it. I will show everyone that I can still hang. I don't have The Dark Side watching my back. I don't NEED anyone watching my back. People don't screw with me and get away with it. Most people are smart enough to not mess with me personally. I will walk out of this match the winner. I've noticed that pretty much whenever you were on top of WCF, Logan, that I was nowhere to be found. Whenever I was around, you were pretty much doing nothing important and losing match after match. Like I pointed out at Slam this week, you seem to be doing that again this time around, too. Will that change this Sunday? HELL NO! For all you scum-sucking leeches that are new to WCF, watch Logan vs. Gravedigger this Sunday to watch as the Epitome of Hardcore sends out a message to the rest of the company. Torture, pay attention. I'm gunning for you soon!
The scene fades to black as Gravedigger walks away from the camera crew.
