Post by smurdock on Apr 26, 2024 20:32:29 GMT -5
Gill Coliseum
Corvallis, OR
A single spotlight shines down in the center of the ring as we see a single figure sitting in a folding chair amongst the dark and empty arena.
Steve Murdock, dressed in his black ring gear and red flannel vest, leans back and smiles into the camera.
“So, Mammoth, you want to challenge The Hardcore Icon to a hardcore match at Vanguard, you say, I’m imperfect, that you’ll “build me up” in whatever twisted image you’ve diluted yourself into thinking is perfection.”
He chuckles, a wry grin forms…
“Okay, I accept your challenge, but I’ll add a stipulation to not only sweeten the deal, but to add intrigue…”
“If I somehow lose a hardcore match to you, I will never fight a match with hardcore stipulations again, I will drop the Icon moniker, and just go back to being regular, old, vanilla Steve Murdock.”
“But just before you lick your lips and wet your pants in excitement and anticipation of possibly ruining my career, let me give you just a little crash course in who you’ve picked this fight with…”
“Just last Warfare, I stood toe to toe with our Elite Champion and had to be choked out to lose. More recently, in my Last Man Standing match with Eddie Williams, I was thrown through glass, doused in lemon juice and thrown into a dumpster filled with explosives, but I still stand before you today!”
“So Mammoth, I may not be your freak. I may not be up to the standards you have, but when the bell rings, when you look across the ring and see the true monster you’ve pissed off…”
“It’ll be like a lost baby seal looking at an Orca alone in the ocean, and like the killer whale, I will take you into the deep waters until the bubbles stop, and the last you’ll think while looking up the lights, the metallic smell of blood, heavy in your nostrils, is maybe I should have thought twice…”
Corvallis, OR
A single spotlight shines down in the center of the ring as we see a single figure sitting in a folding chair amongst the dark and empty arena.
Steve Murdock, dressed in his black ring gear and red flannel vest, leans back and smiles into the camera.
“So, Mammoth, you want to challenge The Hardcore Icon to a hardcore match at Vanguard, you say, I’m imperfect, that you’ll “build me up” in whatever twisted image you’ve diluted yourself into thinking is perfection.”
He chuckles, a wry grin forms…
“Okay, I accept your challenge, but I’ll add a stipulation to not only sweeten the deal, but to add intrigue…”
“If I somehow lose a hardcore match to you, I will never fight a match with hardcore stipulations again, I will drop the Icon moniker, and just go back to being regular, old, vanilla Steve Murdock.”
“But just before you lick your lips and wet your pants in excitement and anticipation of possibly ruining my career, let me give you just a little crash course in who you’ve picked this fight with…”
“Just last Warfare, I stood toe to toe with our Elite Champion and had to be choked out to lose. More recently, in my Last Man Standing match with Eddie Williams, I was thrown through glass, doused in lemon juice and thrown into a dumpster filled with explosives, but I still stand before you today!”
“So Mammoth, I may not be your freak. I may not be up to the standards you have, but when the bell rings, when you look across the ring and see the true monster you’ve pissed off…”
“It’ll be like a lost baby seal looking at an Orca alone in the ocean, and like the killer whale, I will take you into the deep waters until the bubbles stop, and the last you’ll think while looking up the lights, the metallic smell of blood, heavy in your nostrils, is maybe I should have thought twice…”