Post by Skull on May 26, 2010 9:37:15 GMT -5
It is the first episode of GHW Live following NeXuS and a new New Age Champion has been crowned. The live crowd are on their feet, having just witnessed the opening contest between Mighty Man Millson II and Henry Cooper and are hungrily awaiting more action. Suddenly, the lights fade out to a dim red glow, bathing the arena in near-darkness. The titantron, which becomes the main source of light, then springs to action and the words ‘Welcome To Horrorland’ appear in green, slime-dripping text. When the words finally drip off the screen, the lights return to normal and The Pureblood appears at the top of the ramp and Freak-A-Holic by Egyptian Lover blasts out of the speakers. Skull walks down the ramp to a mixture of cheers and boos and quickly climbs the ring steps.
Big Al: New theme for Skull, but I’m sure he not out here just to debut it.
Colin: For the second year in a row, Skull made it to stage 2 of NeXuS but once again failed to make stage three. I wonder if he has any words for the new champ.
Once in the ring, Skull receives a microphone from Charlie Coors and raises it to his lips.
“Two days ago, as I was lying flat on my back, on the cold chain-link of the NeXuS structure, watching Santo Mascaras climb through the trapdoor to become the forth and final entrant to stage 3, I had a lot of think about. My first thought was anger, at who I could blame for my loss. And sure, there were a lot of people I could blame. I could blame Desperado for stabbing me in the back. I could blame Ryan Hughes for kicking me in the head. I could blame Jaggeroth for toppling my ladder. I could even blame Dominik Santiago and Santo Mascaras simply for being there. But then my thoughts turned to the pain I was in. Busted open, splitting headache, minor cuts and abrasions all over my bruised body. And then I asked myself a question. Why was I there? Why had I put my body on the line inside a structure I had described as a living Hell? Was it all for the great GHW fans? No.”
A few of the fans begin to boo The Pureblood, whereas other just murmur, wondering what Skull is getting at.
“That’s right, boo me. I didn’t give you a second thought. I heard your cheers, but were they my solace? Was it the children’s smiling faces that made it all worth it? No. I entered that match for one selfish reason, to win the New Age Championship. And no matter what excuses I make, no matter who I blame, it was my own greed that cost me that match.”
More confused Murmurs ensure as the crowd are unsure whether Skull wants them to feel sorry for him, whether this is some kind of apology or whether The Pureblood is just venting his frustrations.
“You see, I forgot why I was wrestling, and who for. I forgot that the most important thing to me is everybody sitting in this arena and the millions watching at home.”
This time there is no mistaking Skull’s meaning and the fans erupt into cheers. The Pureblood soaks it in for a few seconds, then raises his hand to silence them.
“Because one day, a long time ago, I was just like you; watching wrestling on TV and hoping to one day be one of the superstars I was watching. And I made it, I’m on TV every week but somehow that wasn’t enough. All I wanted was another world championship and it cost me my honor. Take my return match against Haven. I won by DQ after she hit me with a weapon. But did I request a rematch? Did I demand that the fans got to see a suitable ending to what was a great match? No. I cut a promo threatening her and belittling her by reminding her that I was in the main event and she wasn’t. So fast-forward to that main event and I win again, because one of my opponents walks out. At that point it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. So like Dominik and Santo, did I decide to settle it and see who truly was the deserving winner? No. I just accepted my win and moved on to beat my perennial rival Ryan Hughes. Looking back, that victory seems a little empty. See, whether he was looking past me to NeXuS or whether he was preoccupied with the fact that his best friend and manager was seriously injured, Ryan didn’t have his head in the game. But that didn’t bother me as I marched into NeXuS with my chest held high as an undefeated warrior.
Well, now I’ve learned my lesson and I’m wrestling for all the right reasons. Because I love wrestling and I love GHW. I love GHW from every single fan to every single Fighty fighty person in the back, well most of them, and all the way down to Joyce the cleaning lady, who by the way makes the best lemon drizzle cake I’ve ever tasted. Only I haven’t tried Joyce’s lemon drizzle cake in a long time, or even said good morning to her. I’ve simply been too self absorbed. But that all changes now, because my beloved GHW is in danger. In danger from the likes of Nicholas Carson, who vows to destroy us, and from the Psychotic Circus who vow to take over and make GHW their plaything. But that’s not gonna happen because I’m joining the frontline to defend GHW from these heathens and if anybody disagrees with that then they can take a ride on the Coffin Cruise!”
The fans break into cheers once again and this time Skull doesn’t hold them back and instead climbs the turnbuckle and poses for them.
Colin: Wow, a new attitude here from Skull and the fans seem to love it.
Big Al: It seems like Skull is issuing a challenge to anybody who wishes to harm GHW.
TBC by Anyone
Big Al: New theme for Skull, but I’m sure he not out here just to debut it.
Colin: For the second year in a row, Skull made it to stage 2 of NeXuS but once again failed to make stage three. I wonder if he has any words for the new champ.
Once in the ring, Skull receives a microphone from Charlie Coors and raises it to his lips.
“Two days ago, as I was lying flat on my back, on the cold chain-link of the NeXuS structure, watching Santo Mascaras climb through the trapdoor to become the forth and final entrant to stage 3, I had a lot of think about. My first thought was anger, at who I could blame for my loss. And sure, there were a lot of people I could blame. I could blame Desperado for stabbing me in the back. I could blame Ryan Hughes for kicking me in the head. I could blame Jaggeroth for toppling my ladder. I could even blame Dominik Santiago and Santo Mascaras simply for being there. But then my thoughts turned to the pain I was in. Busted open, splitting headache, minor cuts and abrasions all over my bruised body. And then I asked myself a question. Why was I there? Why had I put my body on the line inside a structure I had described as a living Hell? Was it all for the great GHW fans? No.”
A few of the fans begin to boo The Pureblood, whereas other just murmur, wondering what Skull is getting at.
“That’s right, boo me. I didn’t give you a second thought. I heard your cheers, but were they my solace? Was it the children’s smiling faces that made it all worth it? No. I entered that match for one selfish reason, to win the New Age Championship. And no matter what excuses I make, no matter who I blame, it was my own greed that cost me that match.”
More confused Murmurs ensure as the crowd are unsure whether Skull wants them to feel sorry for him, whether this is some kind of apology or whether The Pureblood is just venting his frustrations.
“You see, I forgot why I was wrestling, and who for. I forgot that the most important thing to me is everybody sitting in this arena and the millions watching at home.”
This time there is no mistaking Skull’s meaning and the fans erupt into cheers. The Pureblood soaks it in for a few seconds, then raises his hand to silence them.
“Because one day, a long time ago, I was just like you; watching wrestling on TV and hoping to one day be one of the superstars I was watching. And I made it, I’m on TV every week but somehow that wasn’t enough. All I wanted was another world championship and it cost me my honor. Take my return match against Haven. I won by DQ after she hit me with a weapon. But did I request a rematch? Did I demand that the fans got to see a suitable ending to what was a great match? No. I cut a promo threatening her and belittling her by reminding her that I was in the main event and she wasn’t. So fast-forward to that main event and I win again, because one of my opponents walks out. At that point it was pretty much a foregone conclusion. So like Dominik and Santo, did I decide to settle it and see who truly was the deserving winner? No. I just accepted my win and moved on to beat my perennial rival Ryan Hughes. Looking back, that victory seems a little empty. See, whether he was looking past me to NeXuS or whether he was preoccupied with the fact that his best friend and manager was seriously injured, Ryan didn’t have his head in the game. But that didn’t bother me as I marched into NeXuS with my chest held high as an undefeated warrior.
Well, now I’ve learned my lesson and I’m wrestling for all the right reasons. Because I love wrestling and I love GHW. I love GHW from every single fan to every single Fighty fighty person in the back, well most of them, and all the way down to Joyce the cleaning lady, who by the way makes the best lemon drizzle cake I’ve ever tasted. Only I haven’t tried Joyce’s lemon drizzle cake in a long time, or even said good morning to her. I’ve simply been too self absorbed. But that all changes now, because my beloved GHW is in danger. In danger from the likes of Nicholas Carson, who vows to destroy us, and from the Psychotic Circus who vow to take over and make GHW their plaything. But that’s not gonna happen because I’m joining the frontline to defend GHW from these heathens and if anybody disagrees with that then they can take a ride on the Coffin Cruise!”
The fans break into cheers once again and this time Skull doesn’t hold them back and instead climbs the turnbuckle and poses for them.
Colin: Wow, a new attitude here from Skull and the fans seem to love it.
Big Al: It seems like Skull is issuing a challenge to anybody who wishes to harm GHW.
TBC by Anyone
