Post by Dominik Santiago on Oct 3, 2011 3:33:26 GMT -5
The feed opens up in black and white to an empty arena, with the camera gradually circling around the venue and displaying the emptiness of the spectrum. It then focuses on the entryway, where a figure sits at the apex of the ramp; his legs are folded Indian style, his hands resting in his lap while his head is titled down, leaving his blond hair hanging carelessly. After a brief moment of speculation it becomes clear the identity of the figure, as his head snaps backward revealing himself to be none other than Dominik Santiago. His eyes are narrowed with resoluteness; in the Assassin's return to the main event of Full Circle he was single-minded in his determination to bring all the notions and ambitions he held to fruition. The two time New Age Champion stared into the outskirts of the desolate locale, the expression on his face remaining one of deep concentration, perhaps the focus being his immersion in his deepest thoughts. Santiago would soon allow us to enter his mind, beginning to address the captivated audience in his usual ominous tone.
"Tonight is the culmination of my long journey back to eminence, the consummation of my mission to once more obtain prominence, and the completion of my odyssey to end an era of obscurity in this establishment, and deliver this promotion into salvation."
Dominik gazes up at the rafters, taking the moment to collect his thoughts and ponder a little. His eyes close shut in that period, hissing quietly during this meditation, his hands slowly being balled into a fist. The Californian's cold-blue eyes open, his pupils being dropped to the steel surface he is seated upon. His clenched hands suddenly separate, as he gingerly strokes his miracle working hand along the aforementioned exterior.
"Tonight is the conclusion of my quest, my crusade to become World Champion, to reach the mountain's summit, to climb to the very pinnacle, and top of the ladder and grab the brass ring that has eluded many yet fallen into my possession twice before, and the finale to bring my aspiration of becoming Undisputed New Age Champion to realization. The word 'undisputed' is such an intriguing term. What does 'undisputed' truly mean? Is it being recognized, and acknowledged as the upper echelon of superstars? To be accepted as the cream of the crop and unquestioned greatest among a cess-pool filled with competitors, both has-beens and wannabees all looking to be in your shoes? Maybe to be regarded as supreme, the finest, and the unchallenged champion among challengers..."
Dominik slowly regains a full vertical base, smiling to himself as his own words reverberate through his head. His eyes drift around the godforsaken landscape. He begins speaking again, whilst commencing an elongated stride down the ramp.
"To my understanding, and let it be known that I'm a very intelligent homo-sapient, an 'undisputed' champion, is a superstar who flourishes actual wrestling skill. The victor of a bout where the environment is a straight-up traditional one, which is the only way to truly measure, and evaluate one's true ability and determine if he deserves the acclaim attributed with the title 'champion'. Aside from that knowledge, I also comprehend the fact that tonight as I walk down this ramp, on the way to the squared circle, I will be considered a tyrant. A dictator in a twisted game of roulette where my ideas become fact, and my decree is limitless. My three opponents in this contest also contain such power. Considering who they are, it wouldn't be far-fetched as to think that we might see stipulations catering to hardcore rules, or that one must be pinned outside the ring, in the parking lot, or maybe not even pinned at all to be vanquished. Such a development really wouldn't shock me. Then again, Hayden, Millson and Jaggeroth will need all the help they can muster tonight."
The Assassin grabs a nearby chair before sauntering to the set of steps. Santiago marches up the steel stairs in a methodical, rhythmical fashion, mimicking the pace he would have in an actual match. He struts along the apron, and upon reaching the center, enters the squared hell. Legion's fearless leader sets up the chair in the heart of the ring before taking a seat, peering at the camera as he does so.
"I could go the path my adversaries will likely walk, but that would be too easy. There is no triumph in an easy victory. Glory and honor cannot be obtained through the use of foreign objects, interference, or other underhanded means. To be the 'undisputed' champion, means I am the best without a shadow of a doubt, with zero skepticism, and no asterisk to diminish such a feat. It is because of this that I am waving my right, this clause so to speak. What I'm articulating is simply this; my stipulation is that I don't need and will not create any stipulations outside of the norm. I am superior to my foes, so I shall hold myself to a higher standard. I will be liable to disqualifications and count-outs. I can be defeated via submission, pinfall or knockout. I will wrestle the match that an 'Undisputed' New Age Champion would."
Dominik rises to his feet, quickly lifting the chair into the air before tossing it over the ropes, leaving it to plummet through the atmosphere. The metal clashes against the lightly padded floor as the camera focuses on the Assassin's metamorphosis of expressions. He is somewhat seething with his teeth gritted, and his face slightly reddened by his wholehearted belief in his own aptitude. The Lord of the Flies tilts his head, his cranium now lying askew in a fashion he had become renowned for. Underneath damped blond hair shrouding his mug lays a supercilious smirk of ultimate self-gratification and utter disdain toward his enemies. Santiago's hands ascend into the air, beginning to run his fingertips through his hair as he drops to one knee. His right hand falls to mat, beginning to caress the white canvas, before digging his index finger hard into the mat, as if pointing to a specific spot, as if trying to foreshadow the importance of that location.
"Tonight I'm going to send Mighty Man Millson, Jaggeroth and Hayden Hardkore into oblivion. I will end the conspiracies, destroy this chapel of lies, and overcome all the obstacles. Tonight I walk into the unknown, ignorant to the stipulations my opponents will implement, yet despite such incognizance, I will still be victorious. Tonight I will pin them all, in this very ring, in this very spot, one.... two.... three... and my Legion will finally rule GHW, and in doing so create a new image for professional wrestling. Tonight I write history, and create a new future..."
Santiago's arms cross his chest, his trademark 'X' pose being demonstrated in all its glory.
"Tonight my career comes Full Circle, and I will become the 'Undisputed' New Age Champion."
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"Tonight is the culmination of my long journey back to eminence, the consummation of my mission to once more obtain prominence, and the completion of my odyssey to end an era of obscurity in this establishment, and deliver this promotion into salvation."
Dominik gazes up at the rafters, taking the moment to collect his thoughts and ponder a little. His eyes close shut in that period, hissing quietly during this meditation, his hands slowly being balled into a fist. The Californian's cold-blue eyes open, his pupils being dropped to the steel surface he is seated upon. His clenched hands suddenly separate, as he gingerly strokes his miracle working hand along the aforementioned exterior.
"Tonight is the conclusion of my quest, my crusade to become World Champion, to reach the mountain's summit, to climb to the very pinnacle, and top of the ladder and grab the brass ring that has eluded many yet fallen into my possession twice before, and the finale to bring my aspiration of becoming Undisputed New Age Champion to realization. The word 'undisputed' is such an intriguing term. What does 'undisputed' truly mean? Is it being recognized, and acknowledged as the upper echelon of superstars? To be accepted as the cream of the crop and unquestioned greatest among a cess-pool filled with competitors, both has-beens and wannabees all looking to be in your shoes? Maybe to be regarded as supreme, the finest, and the unchallenged champion among challengers..."
Dominik slowly regains a full vertical base, smiling to himself as his own words reverberate through his head. His eyes drift around the godforsaken landscape. He begins speaking again, whilst commencing an elongated stride down the ramp.
"To my understanding, and let it be known that I'm a very intelligent homo-sapient, an 'undisputed' champion, is a superstar who flourishes actual wrestling skill. The victor of a bout where the environment is a straight-up traditional one, which is the only way to truly measure, and evaluate one's true ability and determine if he deserves the acclaim attributed with the title 'champion'. Aside from that knowledge, I also comprehend the fact that tonight as I walk down this ramp, on the way to the squared circle, I will be considered a tyrant. A dictator in a twisted game of roulette where my ideas become fact, and my decree is limitless. My three opponents in this contest also contain such power. Considering who they are, it wouldn't be far-fetched as to think that we might see stipulations catering to hardcore rules, or that one must be pinned outside the ring, in the parking lot, or maybe not even pinned at all to be vanquished. Such a development really wouldn't shock me. Then again, Hayden, Millson and Jaggeroth will need all the help they can muster tonight."
The Assassin grabs a nearby chair before sauntering to the set of steps. Santiago marches up the steel stairs in a methodical, rhythmical fashion, mimicking the pace he would have in an actual match. He struts along the apron, and upon reaching the center, enters the squared hell. Legion's fearless leader sets up the chair in the heart of the ring before taking a seat, peering at the camera as he does so.
"I could go the path my adversaries will likely walk, but that would be too easy. There is no triumph in an easy victory. Glory and honor cannot be obtained through the use of foreign objects, interference, or other underhanded means. To be the 'undisputed' champion, means I am the best without a shadow of a doubt, with zero skepticism, and no asterisk to diminish such a feat. It is because of this that I am waving my right, this clause so to speak. What I'm articulating is simply this; my stipulation is that I don't need and will not create any stipulations outside of the norm. I am superior to my foes, so I shall hold myself to a higher standard. I will be liable to disqualifications and count-outs. I can be defeated via submission, pinfall or knockout. I will wrestle the match that an 'Undisputed' New Age Champion would."
Dominik rises to his feet, quickly lifting the chair into the air before tossing it over the ropes, leaving it to plummet through the atmosphere. The metal clashes against the lightly padded floor as the camera focuses on the Assassin's metamorphosis of expressions. He is somewhat seething with his teeth gritted, and his face slightly reddened by his wholehearted belief in his own aptitude. The Lord of the Flies tilts his head, his cranium now lying askew in a fashion he had become renowned for. Underneath damped blond hair shrouding his mug lays a supercilious smirk of ultimate self-gratification and utter disdain toward his enemies. Santiago's hands ascend into the air, beginning to run his fingertips through his hair as he drops to one knee. His right hand falls to mat, beginning to caress the white canvas, before digging his index finger hard into the mat, as if pointing to a specific spot, as if trying to foreshadow the importance of that location.
"Tonight I'm going to send Mighty Man Millson, Jaggeroth and Hayden Hardkore into oblivion. I will end the conspiracies, destroy this chapel of lies, and overcome all the obstacles. Tonight I walk into the unknown, ignorant to the stipulations my opponents will implement, yet despite such incognizance, I will still be victorious. Tonight I will pin them all, in this very ring, in this very spot, one.... two.... three... and my Legion will finally rule GHW, and in doing so create a new image for professional wrestling. Tonight I write history, and create a new future..."
Santiago's arms cross his chest, his trademark 'X' pose being demonstrated in all its glory.
"Tonight my career comes Full Circle, and I will become the 'Undisputed' New Age Champion."
End of Segment
