Eric Herrera vs Stalker Knight

[Bondic]

Rp limit is 3 Max
Deadline 1 meaning the 1st rp needs to be in by July 7th. 11:59pm
Deadline 2 is last chance July 9th 11:59pm

[drowningcurrent]

The scene opens and we’re in the Herrera Training School where Eric is seen sparring with students. The UHW Platinum Title is hanging nearby as a reminder of what he wants to get back. He’s being watched by his wife Veronica Rodriguez barking out instructions. As he finishes, he wipes his face with a towel and turns back to his wife.

Eric: Any word from UHW?

Vero: None whatsoever. Sucks that they convinced you to join all to ghost you. What is it of yours that scares away your opponents?

Eric: Beats me. Maybe my resume is too intimidating, who knows. But I know something has to change.

Vero: Well, if they won’t make an effort, it’s time we bring the fight to them.

Eric: Indeed.

Eric and Vero head over towards the conference room after he changes his clothes. He then picks up that replica Platinum Championship with his name on it and places it on his shoulder. As the camera gets closer, he smirks and arches his head slightly.

Eric: It seems UHW has decided to make me the gatekeeper here. They think with my experience I can be the Hardcore Holly of this place and weed out the bad talent. That seems like a waste of time to me, because I would rather work to dethrone the Empire and get this baby back where it belongs. But I guess they leave me with no other choice.

He shakes his head and places the title back down on the table.

Eric: I heard great things about this Stalker Knight guy. He’s supposed to be some kind of well-respected veteran. UHW tried to persuade me to accept this match saying it would be a match the fans want to see. Well, it doesn’t seem like the feeling is mutual. Because Stalker Knight is nowhere to be seen, not even a trace. What happened? I wanted to see how great this guy is. I wanted to see what all the hype is about and he ghosts me? Like what the hell, man? Are we here to make money or are we here to get our fifteen minutes of fame and never be seen again?

Eric snickers and shakes his head from side to side.

Eric: It takes two to tango. I can’t make greatness out of nothing. Either this guy wants to make money, or this guy wants to become yesterday’s news. While I hate doing that, I can do the work of taking out the trash, as much as it pains me. And this disappoints me really. I was perfectly fine staying retired and taking care of my family’s kids. I was perfectly fine completing my career but Bishop and Jenny persuaded me to come back saying the wrestling world needs me. They need me to be the gatekeeper seems like it. I’m tired of wasting my time. I want to win gold again. I want to take down the Empire.

The camera zooms out to show Eric is accompanied by Vero, Diablo, Mayhem, Rachel, Jezebel.

Eric: I know what you’re gonna say. There’s more of the Empire than you. That’s where you’re wrong. I came prepared. Code Red and The Pride are ready to stand with me. You may have taken my brothers the Lonestar Outlaws but there’s more where that came from. My family’s connections are bigger than you think. We’ve made our own empire in this business through blood, sweat, and tears. I’m determined to take down the cancer known as the Empire. I don’t care how long a title reign you had. It’s easy to have a long title reign when the fed closes. I guess I should parade myself as a decade long champion of a dead fed if I’m that desperate for credibility like DEA is. I’ve closed a lot of feds as champion, you don’t see me parading that as a decade plus reign. The fed’s dead, nobody gives a fuck. And neither do we.

He rolls his eyes and brings out a replica of the old HCW World Title.

Eric: This is one of the titles I retired, I made that fed famous. I put them on the map. But there’s been new ones to win. I don’t need to brag about being a HCW grand slam champion when the list has grown since then. That’s the difference between me and DEA. DEA want to focus on their biased run in SCW and old UHW. Me? I travel the world adding more titles every single week. I don’t need to rest on my laurels because my actions speak for themselves. I didn’t come to babysit children. I already did that in my time off. I’m here to kick ass. So Stalker, Empire, stop wasting my time. Either you’re here to fight or you’re here to get taken out to the trash. Your call, not mine. Prove me wrong.

He leans over with a mad stare at the camera, shaking a little bit as he intensifies.

Eric: I’m not here for bullshit, you understand me. Look at me when I’m talking to you. My work here isn’t done. I won’t stop until I get what’s mine, and that’s that pathetic Supreme Title. My career isn’t complete without it. I don’t care who you toss in my path, I will stop at absolutely NOTHING to get what’s mine. And if your stupid Empire tries to interfere, I got backup coming. Trust me. I got plenty of it.

He lets out a slight growl in anger as he steps back, Vero is barking orders for him to calm down. He reluctantly obliges.

Eric: Believe the hype. I don’t need no introduction.

Fade to Black.

[stalkerknight]

Stalker can be seen wandering through a hospital. This is one of those hospitals that is so clean you can smell the cleaning products before you even open the door. He appers to be looking for someone. After a few minutes he stops at a room. He looks at the room door the number is 377. He opens the door and enters. There is a hospital bed of course, and a team of doctors standing around it. One of them hears him come in and turns to Stalker.



"Nothing has changed with her condition Mr. Knight. We did tell you we would call you if anything changed or you were needed. You do not need to keep coming here all the time, and checking to make sure we are doing our jobs."



Stalker looks irritated, but he forces a smile and composes himself. Admittedly at first he looks ready to rip the man's head from his body. However he just breathes and then looks down. For the first time since he has entered the room we can see someone laying in the bed completely wrapped in bandages. We cannot make out if the person is a man or a woman because of how heavily bandaged they are. When we once again see the face of Stalker we see something NO-ONE ever thought they'd see. A single tear crests his eye, then cascades down his face. Stalker reaches into his coat and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds one listed as HIM. He hits the button and the call sends.



Stalker: "Yeah hey. I know we haven't always been on the best of terms, or seen eye to eye. But from my perspective that has always reflected our attitudes towards the business. Anyway, I'm in Pretoria South Africa, but I'm supposed to be Stateside for a U.H.W. show wrestling against Eirc Herrera. If I'm going to be even remotely able to do that I need to know that the person I am looking down at is safe. I trust that once you see who it is you will fully understand, and maybe just maybe agree with me about the need for protection. Thanks . . ."



Stalker makes his way to the airport, and boards his private D.C.3. He looks around and then lowers his head again.



Stalker: "Eric Herrera, you talk about fights, offers, and numbers. I don't talk about fights, I don't need money, so offers do not mean a damned thing to me. As for numbers, well I am a monster of a man. Those are all the numbers I need. Since you made a point of talking numbers, I will go you one better. Empire if you come out during this match I will leave the group. I need to prove to Eric that he is not better than me."



The scene fades slowly.