Post by Dominik Santiago on Apr 28, 2012 22:46:11 GMT -5
The time has officially come, minutes before the commencement of the Main Event we find the GHW Icon, Dominik Santiago is in the locker room area getting ready, lacing up his boots and wrapping white tape around his wrists and hands. The Assassin is as prepared as he can possibly be, save for the GHW Championship, the one he earned by defeated Ryan Hughes at Total Carnage, which subsequently stolen from him by Wolverina in a heinous assault. On his belongings in the nearest locker sits a bottle of Fiji water, slightly illuminating beneath the ceiling light panel. Dominik takes one long, satisfying sip before pouring the remains of the healthy beverage on his blond hair, damping it, the water cascading from his hair follicles and running down his shoulder blades. He slowly exits the lockeroom, beginning to walk to the backstage area, passing various GHW officials, referees and staffers; each staring at him with a hint of concern, bewilderment, and pity, wondering what dignity could be left in a man who got jacked for this industries most prized possession. Santiago shakes off their stares and gets to the area just behind the velvet curtains, leaning on the wall as he begins his mental preparations for what lies on the other side. The roars of the tumultuous crowd can be heard in the background, bringing a smile to the Assassin's five O'clock shadow. As he leans on the wall he is suddenly approached by former color commentator Malibu, the blond haired vixen having battled her way back onto to television, a microphone in her hand as he begins to speak.
Malibu: "Dominik, I'm glad I caught up to you, I wanted to get your thoughts on what Wolverina said earlier."
Santiago gingerly massages the back of his neck, the mere mention of the harlot that attacked him at the conclusion of Total Carnage bringing fourth unsettling memories. Peering straight into Malibu's eyes, the Assassin speaks for the first time since the aforementioned event.
Santiago: "You know, part of me wants to wring Wolverina by her pretty little neck and make her tap out as many times as her pastor did during Sunday night bible study sessions. The other part of me wamts to stick her air filled cranium between a steel chair and smash it with a Splitting Maul, much like I did Johnny Enmity a long time ago, in some promotion we're contractually not supposed to mention by name anymore. But I'm Dominik Santiago, and we all know that I was never good at playing by other people's rules. So in short, I've reached a conclusion; Wolverina is still the same delusional, self-righteous, cunt that she was in EVPW, who spends times on her back in the ring, then she does in the sack."
An audible chorus of cheers resonates in the background, the Assassin standing with his hands on hips, eyes burning with immeasurable intensity.
"Shouldn't you be worried by her? After all, she did lay you out and take your championship... with all due respect!"
Malibu takes a step back, not wanting to be the ire of the Lord of the Flies' scorn.
"I've fried bigger fish, slayed bigger dragons, and beaten bigger giants. I'm not one bit concerned by Wolverina. But I'll admit, she's got my attention now. And that's basically career suicide for you Wolvie, because I'll be coming at you hard, and relentlessly. You won't be able to catch me with my guard down anymore. As the face of this company I'm aware of the massive target on my back, and though for a second at Total Carnage I got careless, you just reminded me of it. You reminded me that everyone on this roster is my enemy. That the heels want my spot, and so do the so called faces. You're no different. Just another sniveling little weasel looking to take her share of the spotlight. Yeah, you beat Kahlan, and wrestled in one of the greatest Hell in a Cell matches we'll ever see, but that's nothing. That's the equivalent of a training bra. You're still an adolescent compared to me, a little girl who still sleeps with teddy bears and night lights and still wets the bed. You think you're all grown up though. You beat a woman that rode the coattails of Shawn Dreamer and myself, and now you think you're a big girl. You decided you didn't want to wear pullups anymore, and slipped your legs into some panties. You want to play with the big dogs Wolvie, just know this one's bite is worst than his bark."
"What are you going to do to get your GHW Championship back?"
"My mom always told me never to lay my hands on a woman, but momma also said knock you out. I've come to the realization that momma wasn't really dealing with a full deck of cards. You know what Wolverina, you want me at NeXus, you want your shot at primetime, well I'm going to give it to you. I might even let you walk around with my title, and let you think that you're the World Champion, but come the end of June, the realization that you're nothing but excrement is going to hit you like a ton of bricks. Just like it did Barta Bull, Ryan Hughes, and countless other degenerates before them. I won't be a transitional champion Wolvie. The GHW Championship belongs to me, and will belong to me for the foreseeable future. You can walk around toting my belt Wolvie, have your little joyride, its probable not as invigorating for you as riding cocks, but it shouldn't lack in enthrallment. Just know when the dust settles, and when the clocks stop, that fantasy world that has overtaken your reality is going to cease to exist. I'm going to end that little dreamworld of yours once and for all. You're gong to stop believing your own hype, and you're gonna be catapulted back to the lower card where you belong, holding jockstraps and handling toiletries."
Santiago smashes a fist into his free palm, staring right into the camera lens, the expression on his face a grave, serious one, matching the grim tone in his voice.
"Wolverina, all eyes are officially on you. You've tentatively ascended the ranks, and now you have the attention, you have the cameras, you have the spotlight. Its all shining down on you. And I know you can't handle it. You're going to crack like an egg under this scrutiny, under this pressure, the pressure you put on your shoulders the minute you Superkicked me. You're a marked woman Wolvie, and I am the Assassin, which means you better be ready because I'm gunning for you, and I'm not stopping until I take back my property. You won't be able to duck and run anymore. At Nexus it will be you and me, and the entire world is going to watch you, the fraud, go down in a smoldering of lacking glory. I've finally restored Honor, and Glory to this promotion, and to the GHW Championship, and its been a long time since GHW had someone who could say that and have people believe it. And that's the way its going to be Wolverina, that's the way it should be."
Santiago takes a breath and leaves Malibu to ponder her thoughts as he makes his way toward the curtain.
End of Thread
Malibu: "Dominik, I'm glad I caught up to you, I wanted to get your thoughts on what Wolverina said earlier."
Santiago gingerly massages the back of his neck, the mere mention of the harlot that attacked him at the conclusion of Total Carnage bringing fourth unsettling memories. Peering straight into Malibu's eyes, the Assassin speaks for the first time since the aforementioned event.
Santiago: "You know, part of me wants to wring Wolverina by her pretty little neck and make her tap out as many times as her pastor did during Sunday night bible study sessions. The other part of me wamts to stick her air filled cranium between a steel chair and smash it with a Splitting Maul, much like I did Johnny Enmity a long time ago, in some promotion we're contractually not supposed to mention by name anymore. But I'm Dominik Santiago, and we all know that I was never good at playing by other people's rules. So in short, I've reached a conclusion; Wolverina is still the same delusional, self-righteous, cunt that she was in EVPW, who spends times on her back in the ring, then she does in the sack."
An audible chorus of cheers resonates in the background, the Assassin standing with his hands on hips, eyes burning with immeasurable intensity.
"Shouldn't you be worried by her? After all, she did lay you out and take your championship... with all due respect!"
Malibu takes a step back, not wanting to be the ire of the Lord of the Flies' scorn.
"I've fried bigger fish, slayed bigger dragons, and beaten bigger giants. I'm not one bit concerned by Wolverina. But I'll admit, she's got my attention now. And that's basically career suicide for you Wolvie, because I'll be coming at you hard, and relentlessly. You won't be able to catch me with my guard down anymore. As the face of this company I'm aware of the massive target on my back, and though for a second at Total Carnage I got careless, you just reminded me of it. You reminded me that everyone on this roster is my enemy. That the heels want my spot, and so do the so called faces. You're no different. Just another sniveling little weasel looking to take her share of the spotlight. Yeah, you beat Kahlan, and wrestled in one of the greatest Hell in a Cell matches we'll ever see, but that's nothing. That's the equivalent of a training bra. You're still an adolescent compared to me, a little girl who still sleeps with teddy bears and night lights and still wets the bed. You think you're all grown up though. You beat a woman that rode the coattails of Shawn Dreamer and myself, and now you think you're a big girl. You decided you didn't want to wear pullups anymore, and slipped your legs into some panties. You want to play with the big dogs Wolvie, just know this one's bite is worst than his bark."
"What are you going to do to get your GHW Championship back?"
"My mom always told me never to lay my hands on a woman, but momma also said knock you out. I've come to the realization that momma wasn't really dealing with a full deck of cards. You know what Wolverina, you want me at NeXus, you want your shot at primetime, well I'm going to give it to you. I might even let you walk around with my title, and let you think that you're the World Champion, but come the end of June, the realization that you're nothing but excrement is going to hit you like a ton of bricks. Just like it did Barta Bull, Ryan Hughes, and countless other degenerates before them. I won't be a transitional champion Wolvie. The GHW Championship belongs to me, and will belong to me for the foreseeable future. You can walk around toting my belt Wolvie, have your little joyride, its probable not as invigorating for you as riding cocks, but it shouldn't lack in enthrallment. Just know when the dust settles, and when the clocks stop, that fantasy world that has overtaken your reality is going to cease to exist. I'm going to end that little dreamworld of yours once and for all. You're gong to stop believing your own hype, and you're gonna be catapulted back to the lower card where you belong, holding jockstraps and handling toiletries."
Santiago smashes a fist into his free palm, staring right into the camera lens, the expression on his face a grave, serious one, matching the grim tone in his voice.
"Wolverina, all eyes are officially on you. You've tentatively ascended the ranks, and now you have the attention, you have the cameras, you have the spotlight. Its all shining down on you. And I know you can't handle it. You're going to crack like an egg under this scrutiny, under this pressure, the pressure you put on your shoulders the minute you Superkicked me. You're a marked woman Wolvie, and I am the Assassin, which means you better be ready because I'm gunning for you, and I'm not stopping until I take back my property. You won't be able to duck and run anymore. At Nexus it will be you and me, and the entire world is going to watch you, the fraud, go down in a smoldering of lacking glory. I've finally restored Honor, and Glory to this promotion, and to the GHW Championship, and its been a long time since GHW had someone who could say that and have people believe it. And that's the way its going to be Wolverina, that's the way it should be."
Santiago takes a breath and leaves Malibu to ponder her thoughts as he makes his way toward the curtain.
End of Thread
