Post by Reverend Vortigern on Apr 30, 2010 0:32:06 GMT -5
Charlie Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Tuesday Night Triumph General Manager...Reverend Vortigern!"
Those in attendance at The Grand Hotel stand and cheer as Coors announces the arrival of GHW's main-man, "Profit of Doom" by Type O Negative playing throughout the venue.
Big Al: "Well, the time is nigh..."
Fuzz: "OOOH! I'm so excited! We've been told that The Rev here had nothing but huge news here tonight, GOOD news!"
"Hey! Maybe you got fired!"
"...ouch."
With a moment's passing, the crimson-coated administrator walks out onto the stage with his black cane in one hand, the silver dragon handle twinkling in the lights. In his other hand is a clipboard, which he glances to, looking up with a grin until he cackles with optimism. He hobbles down the single step and continues down the aisle with a giddy jaunt to him, excited, yet still with his signature devilish grin to boot. Climbing up the stairs and squeezing between the ropes, Vortigern obtains the microphone from employee Coors, who removes himself from the ring. The Rev doubles both his cane and clipboard in one hand, microphone in the other, and awaits his entrance to be cut...
"What's it gonna be? What's it gonna BE?!"
"Welcome...welcome...welcome, and thank you...oh, you shouldn't have...you wouldn't have...you couldn't have, ahahahahahaaa....but seriously, children..."
Total Carnage has long, LONG come and gone for this humble little company here. In that time, Ryan Hughes chose to make a deal with the devil himself, and in that process sacrificed his best friend in the process...now, I don't know about any of you personally, but remember, the road to Hell is PAVED with good intentions...now aren't they..."
Vortigern grins, reflecting on Smarky getting his comeuppance two weeks ago at the hands of Metal Dragon.
"Aaaaaand Hell brings up an interesting topic, that whole eternal fire bit...because by the time tonight's over, either Darth or Sparky there are going to get BURNED...but I digress. I'm here to address you, my congregation, on what to anticipate for the time being...and that being...NEXUS."
A cheer rises from the audience, familiar with the concept from previous years.
"Now, I know what you're all thinking...and yes, that NeXuS Deathmatch WILL INDEED be returning, but first I do solemnly promise all of you in attendance that the King of the Deathmatch Championship WILL be defended that night, and Darth WILL be participating in said match...whether it be a defense or rematch -I'm not one to judge, only prosecute."
"Secondly, it has been brought to my attention that dear and close friend, Metal Dragon, has opted to leave our circle here...and I have no hard feelings, none whatsoever, so that itself is out of the way, but that DOES leave me with a couple vacant titles...so, with that said, I'm hereby issuing Jaggeroth the decision as to who his new partner will be."
The audience startles a small uproar of jeering, The Rev holding up a hand of reassurance.
"Now, now, I'll give credit where credit is due, and Jaggeroth defended his tag team championship fairly...but that brings me to the vacant GHW New Age title...which brings me back to NeXuS -BUT not just NeXuS the show, but NEXUS...THE MATCH."
"See, for the times that I've been around...I've come up with some pretty deviant little things here and there, but yours truly could serve as the, say, Second Coming to what the NeXuS Deathmatch was...ladies and gentlemen, sinners and the lost, the NeXuS Deathmatch is three stages of cold, calculating, and miserable Hell...a battlefield fueled only by temptation and the dreams of many a man, and I do mean A man...because only one can be called the winner. Allow me to refresh...
First, the participants are split into four groups. Those groups will fight in four multi-man steel cage matches for roughly ten-to-fifteen minutes, in which trapdoors will then be unlocked on the roofs of these cages...and only a fraction of the field will be permitted...the rest left to lay in pools of their own blood with their night's cut short.
Then, these remaining -lucky- competitors will continue their fighting, clawing, and other means of physical abuse, to the second layer above...a prisonyard-like atmosphere, nothing but chain-link flooring and ten foot fencing keeping them from disaster. These lucky souls will continue fighting until FOUR of them ascend twelve foot ladders to the third stage hanging above them...a suspended ring enclosed in the final steel cage.
From there, what's left of those four men will be tested again, as one-by-one they succumb to the pain and agony they opt to inflict on one another by means of submission until ONE, and ONLY ONE...SINGLE...PARTICIPANT...REMAINS..."
A cheer erupts once more.
"And THAT one battered, brutalized, and somewhat fortunate soul will be not only the 2010 NeXuS Trophywinner but....OUR NEW G-H-W NEW AGE CHAMPION!"
"YES! YESYESYES!"
"...screw the title shot, it'll be for the belt!"
"So to those watching currently who wish to become our newest champion, and the biggest star of this year, feel free to stop outside my office and give that pen a flick on the dotted line because as long as you've inked both on the list, and got a contract into me by the time the pay-per-view starts, IT'S A DEAL. Oh, and remember, I only give the warning once more...the road to Hell is paved with good intentions!"
The Rev begins cackling once more, the fans cheering the news as we cut to commercial.
End of Segment
Those in attendance at The Grand Hotel stand and cheer as Coors announces the arrival of GHW's main-man, "Profit of Doom" by Type O Negative playing throughout the venue.
Big Al: "Well, the time is nigh..."
Fuzz: "OOOH! I'm so excited! We've been told that The Rev here had nothing but huge news here tonight, GOOD news!"
"Hey! Maybe you got fired!"
"...ouch."
With a moment's passing, the crimson-coated administrator walks out onto the stage with his black cane in one hand, the silver dragon handle twinkling in the lights. In his other hand is a clipboard, which he glances to, looking up with a grin until he cackles with optimism. He hobbles down the single step and continues down the aisle with a giddy jaunt to him, excited, yet still with his signature devilish grin to boot. Climbing up the stairs and squeezing between the ropes, Vortigern obtains the microphone from employee Coors, who removes himself from the ring. The Rev doubles both his cane and clipboard in one hand, microphone in the other, and awaits his entrance to be cut...
"What's it gonna be? What's it gonna BE?!"
"Welcome...welcome...welcome, and thank you...oh, you shouldn't have...you wouldn't have...you couldn't have, ahahahahahaaa....but seriously, children..."
Total Carnage has long, LONG come and gone for this humble little company here. In that time, Ryan Hughes chose to make a deal with the devil himself, and in that process sacrificed his best friend in the process...now, I don't know about any of you personally, but remember, the road to Hell is PAVED with good intentions...now aren't they..."
Vortigern grins, reflecting on Smarky getting his comeuppance two weeks ago at the hands of Metal Dragon.
"Aaaaaand Hell brings up an interesting topic, that whole eternal fire bit...because by the time tonight's over, either Darth or Sparky there are going to get BURNED...but I digress. I'm here to address you, my congregation, on what to anticipate for the time being...and that being...NEXUS."
A cheer rises from the audience, familiar with the concept from previous years.
"Now, I know what you're all thinking...and yes, that NeXuS Deathmatch WILL INDEED be returning, but first I do solemnly promise all of you in attendance that the King of the Deathmatch Championship WILL be defended that night, and Darth WILL be participating in said match...whether it be a defense or rematch -I'm not one to judge, only prosecute."
"Secondly, it has been brought to my attention that dear and close friend, Metal Dragon, has opted to leave our circle here...and I have no hard feelings, none whatsoever, so that itself is out of the way, but that DOES leave me with a couple vacant titles...so, with that said, I'm hereby issuing Jaggeroth the decision as to who his new partner will be."
The audience startles a small uproar of jeering, The Rev holding up a hand of reassurance.
"Now, now, I'll give credit where credit is due, and Jaggeroth defended his tag team championship fairly...but that brings me to the vacant GHW New Age title...which brings me back to NeXuS -BUT not just NeXuS the show, but NEXUS...THE MATCH."
"See, for the times that I've been around...I've come up with some pretty deviant little things here and there, but yours truly could serve as the, say, Second Coming to what the NeXuS Deathmatch was...ladies and gentlemen, sinners and the lost, the NeXuS Deathmatch is three stages of cold, calculating, and miserable Hell...a battlefield fueled only by temptation and the dreams of many a man, and I do mean A man...because only one can be called the winner. Allow me to refresh...
First, the participants are split into four groups. Those groups will fight in four multi-man steel cage matches for roughly ten-to-fifteen minutes, in which trapdoors will then be unlocked on the roofs of these cages...and only a fraction of the field will be permitted...the rest left to lay in pools of their own blood with their night's cut short.
Then, these remaining -lucky- competitors will continue their fighting, clawing, and other means of physical abuse, to the second layer above...a prisonyard-like atmosphere, nothing but chain-link flooring and ten foot fencing keeping them from disaster. These lucky souls will continue fighting until FOUR of them ascend twelve foot ladders to the third stage hanging above them...a suspended ring enclosed in the final steel cage.
From there, what's left of those four men will be tested again, as one-by-one they succumb to the pain and agony they opt to inflict on one another by means of submission until ONE, and ONLY ONE...SINGLE...PARTICIPANT...REMAINS..."
A cheer erupts once more.
"And THAT one battered, brutalized, and somewhat fortunate soul will be not only the 2010 NeXuS Trophywinner but....OUR NEW G-H-W NEW AGE CHAMPION!"
"YES! YESYESYES!"
"...screw the title shot, it'll be for the belt!"
"So to those watching currently who wish to become our newest champion, and the biggest star of this year, feel free to stop outside my office and give that pen a flick on the dotted line because as long as you've inked both on the list, and got a contract into me by the time the pay-per-view starts, IT'S A DEAL. Oh, and remember, I only give the warning once more...the road to Hell is paved with good intentions!"
The Rev begins cackling once more, the fans cheering the news as we cut to commercial.
End of Segment