Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 2, 2011 2:11:56 GMT -5
TNT returns from a commercial and the viewing audience at home are graced with the sight of Nicholas Carson. Garbage thrown by fans has already littered the ring, and the jeering is immense for the most reviled man in wrestling history, as it rightfully should be. Sitting in a chair smack dab in the center of the ring is the Lord of Lunacy, a mic cupped in his hands. His head hangs low in defeat. The visage of the Strife Murderer is swollen, bruised, and stitched up in various places, as is the rest of his body, to include a plethora of bandages.
Fuzz: "Fans we apologize. During the commercial break Carson can out unannounced and uninvited. This was not scheduled."
Big Al: "I don't apologize. After what the man did at Red, White and Bruised, almost beating Dominik Santiago, he deserves his time to speak."
The man who looks like a horrible car crash victim lifts up the mic to his lips and begins speaking in that gruff, powerful tone laced with disdain.
Nicholas: "At Red, White and Bruised I was beaten within an inch of my life, torn and ripped from limb to asshole, then hung from the ropes like a nigger from the old days."
The fans belt out a loud cheer for the facts that Carson is alluding to, then hush their voices in anticipation.
Nicholas: "Yeah, cheer it. Laugh it up, go ahead, be merry and full of jolly over my crushing defeat at the miracle workers of the Assassin. Yeah, there ya go little sheep, baa-baa-baa! Dominik Santiago, while these miscreants cheer my surprising loss at your hands, I just want to say.... thank you."
The fans taper their jubilance at hearing a thank you from the likes of a man that had perhaps never said those words.
Nicholas: "You see, as I was hanging there lifeless in the waning moments of our historic war, my vision darkening, it all came to me. It was a revelation of sorts, something that could only come by getting some sense knocked into me, which is exactly what you did. You weren't a coward. You never had a yellow streak down your back like I had so foolishly assumed. In EVPW years ago, when I came hunting for you and the Solid Core title, you ducked me not out of cowardice but out of cunning intelligence. At that point and time I was with the Outcasts and we were ripping apart anyone in our path, and you found yourself in that path. But you were wise, Dommy. You got off that path and took the low road to safety, slithering away before I could corral you. You were not ready for me at that time, you didn't hold the cards that I did. I had the momentum, the strength in numbers, and was on a tear like none other. So for the past year or two I fancied the misconception that you were a coward, that you were afraid of me, which enrobed me with a false sense of security going into Red, White and Bruised. I underestimated you and paid dearly for it."
A cheeseburger with one bun missing is hurled into the ring by a bastard fan. Upon smacking the Mauler in the cheek, and garnering laughter from the crowd, it somehow sticks to his face causing him to break character and hurl it back into the crowd angrily. After that little mishap, the Mauler continues on as if nothing had just happened.
Nicholas: "As I said, thank you Dominik for correcting me. But that 'thank you' also comes with a dual meaning. See, as we were locked into mortal conflict I felt something that I had not felt since my first battle with Vladimir Strife. It was passion; a passion to see your demise. Right now you're probably in the back somewhere still getting high and drinking and celebrating like only you and the Legion can. You probably think that since you vanquished poor Nicky-Boy at Red, White and Bruised, it's all over. That you can move on, that you can advance your agenda and vision, which includes conquering Hayden at Full Circle. I assure that is not the case. I'm not going to just let it go, I can't. You have lit a fire under my ass and I will not rest until not only you, but all of the Legion are destroyed."
As expected, the boos roll in but the Mauler pays no mind to it.
Nicholas: "You have brainwashed my future wife, Kahlan, something that I will not tolerate. I will liberate her from your cruel control. And in order to do that I must show her how much better she can do than you and Shawn and the Legion. How? Simple. Your vision requires total domination of GHW, which means you will need all the titles. You have the Tag Titles, the KotDm title, and will probably acquire the New Age title in a month's time when you SKO Old Man Winter into a cloud of dust. So I guess that means I have to shatter your vision, crush your dreams, and piss on your legacy. From this point out, I am going to start taking things away from you so that the Legion will never have complete control over the gold. And it will start with the Tag Team Titles."
A mixed reaction pounds the walls of the venue at the huge assertion, as the Artist of Atrocities comes to a stand.
Nicholas: "How could I possibly do that when I couldn't even beat you two night ago? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. When I came back to GHW at the start of the H-Games tournament and confronted Kahlan about my feelings, it quickly occurred to me that I would need to bring you and Shawn down to make her see the light. But I am only one man, so I started talking to some of the very few people I actually respect in the locker room and came to a mutual understanding with a very select few. Tonight was supposed to be the night it all came to a head; that I would march out here KotDM title in tow, with Kahlan at my side, and put the final coup de gra on the Legion by announcing that I have brought together a re-birth of my own - a faction to rip the Tag Titles away from Shawn and a wounded Dominik, so that time would be nigh for the decapitation strike that would permanently dissolve the Legion forevermore."
Nicholas hurries up the the near camera, pointing into the lens hatefully.
Nicholas: "But you FUCKED it up for me, Santiago. So now WE are gonna FUCK! YOUR! WORLD! UP!"
Turning away from the camera, the Narcotic Necromancer looks to the entry way, a hand motioning upward, his voice gleefully boasting out a proclamation, a demand if you will.
Nicholas: "RISE! RISE OUTCASTS RISE!!!!!!"
The GHW Universe is turned upside down by the stark raving lunatic's ramblings, yet find themselves rubber necking the entrance ramp in suspense, nervous energy building with each passing second.
Fuzz: "What the? He is really? Please don't let this be true. The Outcasts? My God, they virtually brought EVPW to it's knees when they were rolling strong, and that was an entire company not a three person team like the Legion."
Big Al: "The evil genius has struck again if this is going to go down the way I think it is. Everyone thought Carson was finished after Red, White and Bruised, but I have a feeling that two nights ago was only the beginning!"
TBCB They Know Who.
Fuzz: "Fans we apologize. During the commercial break Carson can out unannounced and uninvited. This was not scheduled."
Big Al: "I don't apologize. After what the man did at Red, White and Bruised, almost beating Dominik Santiago, he deserves his time to speak."
The man who looks like a horrible car crash victim lifts up the mic to his lips and begins speaking in that gruff, powerful tone laced with disdain.
Nicholas: "At Red, White and Bruised I was beaten within an inch of my life, torn and ripped from limb to asshole, then hung from the ropes like a nigger from the old days."
The fans belt out a loud cheer for the facts that Carson is alluding to, then hush their voices in anticipation.
Nicholas: "Yeah, cheer it. Laugh it up, go ahead, be merry and full of jolly over my crushing defeat at the miracle workers of the Assassin. Yeah, there ya go little sheep, baa-baa-baa! Dominik Santiago, while these miscreants cheer my surprising loss at your hands, I just want to say.... thank you."
The fans taper their jubilance at hearing a thank you from the likes of a man that had perhaps never said those words.
Nicholas: "You see, as I was hanging there lifeless in the waning moments of our historic war, my vision darkening, it all came to me. It was a revelation of sorts, something that could only come by getting some sense knocked into me, which is exactly what you did. You weren't a coward. You never had a yellow streak down your back like I had so foolishly assumed. In EVPW years ago, when I came hunting for you and the Solid Core title, you ducked me not out of cowardice but out of cunning intelligence. At that point and time I was with the Outcasts and we were ripping apart anyone in our path, and you found yourself in that path. But you were wise, Dommy. You got off that path and took the low road to safety, slithering away before I could corral you. You were not ready for me at that time, you didn't hold the cards that I did. I had the momentum, the strength in numbers, and was on a tear like none other. So for the past year or two I fancied the misconception that you were a coward, that you were afraid of me, which enrobed me with a false sense of security going into Red, White and Bruised. I underestimated you and paid dearly for it."
A cheeseburger with one bun missing is hurled into the ring by a bastard fan. Upon smacking the Mauler in the cheek, and garnering laughter from the crowd, it somehow sticks to his face causing him to break character and hurl it back into the crowd angrily. After that little mishap, the Mauler continues on as if nothing had just happened.
Nicholas: "As I said, thank you Dominik for correcting me. But that 'thank you' also comes with a dual meaning. See, as we were locked into mortal conflict I felt something that I had not felt since my first battle with Vladimir Strife. It was passion; a passion to see your demise. Right now you're probably in the back somewhere still getting high and drinking and celebrating like only you and the Legion can. You probably think that since you vanquished poor Nicky-Boy at Red, White and Bruised, it's all over. That you can move on, that you can advance your agenda and vision, which includes conquering Hayden at Full Circle. I assure that is not the case. I'm not going to just let it go, I can't. You have lit a fire under my ass and I will not rest until not only you, but all of the Legion are destroyed."
As expected, the boos roll in but the Mauler pays no mind to it.
Nicholas: "You have brainwashed my future wife, Kahlan, something that I will not tolerate. I will liberate her from your cruel control. And in order to do that I must show her how much better she can do than you and Shawn and the Legion. How? Simple. Your vision requires total domination of GHW, which means you will need all the titles. You have the Tag Titles, the KotDm title, and will probably acquire the New Age title in a month's time when you SKO Old Man Winter into a cloud of dust. So I guess that means I have to shatter your vision, crush your dreams, and piss on your legacy. From this point out, I am going to start taking things away from you so that the Legion will never have complete control over the gold. And it will start with the Tag Team Titles."
A mixed reaction pounds the walls of the venue at the huge assertion, as the Artist of Atrocities comes to a stand.
Nicholas: "How could I possibly do that when I couldn't even beat you two night ago? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. When I came back to GHW at the start of the H-Games tournament and confronted Kahlan about my feelings, it quickly occurred to me that I would need to bring you and Shawn down to make her see the light. But I am only one man, so I started talking to some of the very few people I actually respect in the locker room and came to a mutual understanding with a very select few. Tonight was supposed to be the night it all came to a head; that I would march out here KotDM title in tow, with Kahlan at my side, and put the final coup de gra on the Legion by announcing that I have brought together a re-birth of my own - a faction to rip the Tag Titles away from Shawn and a wounded Dominik, so that time would be nigh for the decapitation strike that would permanently dissolve the Legion forevermore."
Nicholas hurries up the the near camera, pointing into the lens hatefully.
Nicholas: "But you FUCKED it up for me, Santiago. So now WE are gonna FUCK! YOUR! WORLD! UP!"
Turning away from the camera, the Narcotic Necromancer looks to the entry way, a hand motioning upward, his voice gleefully boasting out a proclamation, a demand if you will.
Nicholas: "RISE! RISE OUTCASTS RISE!!!!!!"
The GHW Universe is turned upside down by the stark raving lunatic's ramblings, yet find themselves rubber necking the entrance ramp in suspense, nervous energy building with each passing second.
Fuzz: "What the? He is really? Please don't let this be true. The Outcasts? My God, they virtually brought EVPW to it's knees when they were rolling strong, and that was an entire company not a three person team like the Legion."
Big Al: "The evil genius has struck again if this is going to go down the way I think it is. Everyone thought Carson was finished after Red, White and Bruised, but I have a feeling that two nights ago was only the beginning!"
TBCB They Know Who.
