Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 18, 2009 1:02:45 GMT -5
The scene opens up to momentary darkness, the ticking of a small clock being heard from several feet away as each second counts by on it's face. As each footstep goes by, a loud tap echoes around the vacated premises, slow and shallow breathing heard with each footstep going by. With each thing taking place, one after the other, the events of it all comes to full circulation, the lights begin to brighten up and illuminate the entire facility seen, a discarded warehouse. Walking through and breathing hard is the one person who finds himself at stake on Sunday, The Italian Goth, The NeXuS 2009 Champion, The GHW World Champion, Winthorp Darkrites. Winthorp continues to pace around the room, feeling rather tense and exhilerated because of the events that surround his title defence on Sunday, but Winthorp suddenly stops, in front of him is a steel chair propper up against a wall. The Goth looks at the chair momentarily and decides to set it up, sitting down with his hands rested against his painted face.
Winthorp lifts his head up, looking around and scanning his surroundings as if he heard a noise, The Goth straightens up and sees nothing. When all is clear, he removes the leather trenchcoat that he's famous for wearing and places it neatly on the chair, the GHW Championship shining around his waist as he stands on his feet and breathes heavily once more.
Winthorp Darkrites
"It's only a few nights away, a few nights where this prize around my waist will be up for grabs in a match that will leave me permanently damaged. Ultraviolence is a lifestyle that's not followed by me, but by my sadistic and aged opponent. On Sunday, I will be entering the playing field of The Butcher and forced into a situation where if I don't strike with whatever weapon I have, I will be beaten brutality and without hesitation. All this set up by the devious, cunning and maniacal General Manager, Martin Prince.
Prince, I know you want this title around someone else's waist and I know you'll stop at nothing 'till I'm left in a pool of my own blood, but heed this warning now my friend, there will be a time where you will depend on everyone on your roster to save you from eternal damnation, a time where your very salvation is the person you truly hate. Think of this well, Mr. Prince."
Winthorp raises a hand up to his face, wiping his face as to smear the paint across it, no emotion displayed on the face of The Goth though. As time transends, Winthorp begins to take a walk through an old hallway within the compounds of the factory, the lights flickering as The Champ walks through the aged building, mice squeaking and the walls creaking. Darkrites pauses at a door and takes a hold of the handle, turning it slightly and entering a new room, he flicks the switch and the room is lit up to life.
Weapons lay, scattered all over the concrete floor. The Goth simply gazes at the many tools and objects on the floor and places a hand over his title, the cool feeling of the metal bringing peace to his mind.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Red, White and Bruised. An event where my title and my life will be put on the line, and the very weapons that are lying on the floor before me are one of the many weapons to be used. Bats, crowbars, a 2x4 and even this damn wooden board with nails embedded into it. This is the type of madness that only my opponent would love, Gnarfflinger The Butcher.
Gnarff, you may be the first holder of this title and you may even be more of a hardcore-esque person than me, but I am bar none, the best technical person here. Your display of hardcore prowess is quite legendary, but the true question is whether you'll be able to hit me with it. Do you feel quite lucky, hearing this all now? Will you be able to sleep at night, knowing you've got an opponent who can fight? These are the questions you have to ask yourself Ganrff, the questions you ask yourself at home and in the ring."
Winthorp moves into the room and browses the weapons, before finally picking one up. A bat wrapped in barbed-wire. The NeXuS Champion looks up and down of the illustrious weapon and swings it once, the sound of the swing intruiging him slightly as he looks from it to the title around his waist, a grin now on his face as he sees the light.
Winthorp Darkrites
"This title, means a lot to me. Because it symbolises my victory over everyone and engraves my name in history. Come Red, White and Bruised, I will show the world why I won NeXuS. I will show the world why I am the champion, and I will show the world why I am Winthorp Darkrites."
With the final word, Winthorp exits the room and walks into the darkness, with bat in hand and the title around his waist. However, as he leaves, a small verse of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" is heard, being sung by a little girl as the darkness finally takes over the building. The lights, no longer functioning.
EOT
Winthorp lifts his head up, looking around and scanning his surroundings as if he heard a noise, The Goth straightens up and sees nothing. When all is clear, he removes the leather trenchcoat that he's famous for wearing and places it neatly on the chair, the GHW Championship shining around his waist as he stands on his feet and breathes heavily once more.
Winthorp Darkrites
"It's only a few nights away, a few nights where this prize around my waist will be up for grabs in a match that will leave me permanently damaged. Ultraviolence is a lifestyle that's not followed by me, but by my sadistic and aged opponent. On Sunday, I will be entering the playing field of The Butcher and forced into a situation where if I don't strike with whatever weapon I have, I will be beaten brutality and without hesitation. All this set up by the devious, cunning and maniacal General Manager, Martin Prince.
Prince, I know you want this title around someone else's waist and I know you'll stop at nothing 'till I'm left in a pool of my own blood, but heed this warning now my friend, there will be a time where you will depend on everyone on your roster to save you from eternal damnation, a time where your very salvation is the person you truly hate. Think of this well, Mr. Prince."
Winthorp raises a hand up to his face, wiping his face as to smear the paint across it, no emotion displayed on the face of The Goth though. As time transends, Winthorp begins to take a walk through an old hallway within the compounds of the factory, the lights flickering as The Champ walks through the aged building, mice squeaking and the walls creaking. Darkrites pauses at a door and takes a hold of the handle, turning it slightly and entering a new room, he flicks the switch and the room is lit up to life.
Weapons lay, scattered all over the concrete floor. The Goth simply gazes at the many tools and objects on the floor and places a hand over his title, the cool feeling of the metal bringing peace to his mind.
Winthorp Darkrites
"Red, White and Bruised. An event where my title and my life will be put on the line, and the very weapons that are lying on the floor before me are one of the many weapons to be used. Bats, crowbars, a 2x4 and even this damn wooden board with nails embedded into it. This is the type of madness that only my opponent would love, Gnarfflinger The Butcher.
Gnarff, you may be the first holder of this title and you may even be more of a hardcore-esque person than me, but I am bar none, the best technical person here. Your display of hardcore prowess is quite legendary, but the true question is whether you'll be able to hit me with it. Do you feel quite lucky, hearing this all now? Will you be able to sleep at night, knowing you've got an opponent who can fight? These are the questions you have to ask yourself Ganrff, the questions you ask yourself at home and in the ring."
Winthorp moves into the room and browses the weapons, before finally picking one up. A bat wrapped in barbed-wire. The NeXuS Champion looks up and down of the illustrious weapon and swings it once, the sound of the swing intruiging him slightly as he looks from it to the title around his waist, a grin now on his face as he sees the light.
Winthorp Darkrites
"This title, means a lot to me. Because it symbolises my victory over everyone and engraves my name in history. Come Red, White and Bruised, I will show the world why I won NeXuS. I will show the world why I am the champion, and I will show the world why I am Winthorp Darkrites."
With the final word, Winthorp exits the room and walks into the darkness, with bat in hand and the title around his waist. However, as he leaves, a small verse of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" is heard, being sung by a little girl as the darkness finally takes over the building. The lights, no longer functioning.
EOT