Post by Eric Dillinger on Jun 27, 2002 16:07:09 GMT -5
(The camera comes on Eric Dillinger in the weight room. He is wearing a Misfits shirt with the sleeves cut off, a pair of army fatigue shorts, and a pair of blue Converse. His hair is still somewhat greased up. He's working at the butterfly machine, enriching the mass of his arms. Sweat cascades down his face. He stops and leans forward to take a breath. He looks up at the camera.)
Eric: So it's been decided, this coming Monday it'll be me against Chris Jericho. I have no problem with him being my first victim. He'll be the first in this fed to feel what the Punk N' Disorderly first hand. Jericho, I'm just going to warn you, I don't pull punches in my matches. I take everything I have go at it full speed ahead. You get what I'm saying? So don't be surprised if you walk out with a black eye or two. And once I kick your ass, don't cry to me or the commish about it. That'll just prompt me to do it again, and even harder.
(Eric stands up and wipes himself off with a towel. He drapes it over his neck and turns to the camera again.)
Eric: So, Jericho, if you've got the least bit of balls, why don't you just meet me in the ring tonight. I would'nt want to deprive these fans of seeing one of the greatest superstars this business has ever known using his mic skills, or maybe just flat out doing what he does best. Inflicting pain and punishment.
(Eric walks to the door and out the room as the camera shot goes back to the arena. The crowd now anticipates an appearance from either competitors. )
Eric: So it's been decided, this coming Monday it'll be me against Chris Jericho. I have no problem with him being my first victim. He'll be the first in this fed to feel what the Punk N' Disorderly first hand. Jericho, I'm just going to warn you, I don't pull punches in my matches. I take everything I have go at it full speed ahead. You get what I'm saying? So don't be surprised if you walk out with a black eye or two. And once I kick your ass, don't cry to me or the commish about it. That'll just prompt me to do it again, and even harder.
(Eric stands up and wipes himself off with a towel. He drapes it over his neck and turns to the camera again.)
Eric: So, Jericho, if you've got the least bit of balls, why don't you just meet me in the ring tonight. I would'nt want to deprive these fans of seeing one of the greatest superstars this business has ever known using his mic skills, or maybe just flat out doing what he does best. Inflicting pain and punishment.
(Eric walks to the door and out the room as the camera shot goes back to the arena. The crowd now anticipates an appearance from either competitors. )