Post by Dustin Delta on Sept 14, 2011 20:20:54 GMT -5
The red lights that have become synonymous with Tuesday Night Triumph span the GHW Arena, highlighting the figures and forms of those in attendanceThe camera pans across the capacity crowd before turning towards the stage, which is currently displaying default T.N.T. graphics. That does not last for long though, as they quickly fade out to black. Some members of the GHW Faithful look around in confusion, but any suspicion of a production mistake is dismissed, as the screens light up with the graphics of a certain young superstar. Epica's "Incentive" plays, trumpets and guitars heralding forth as the crowd erupts in audible anger and hate. Dustin Delta pushes through the velvet curtain, stepping from the shadowed hall and onto the lit and famed stage of the Arena. Delta stands motionless. As opposed to his normal ring apparel, he wears an Aperture Science graphic tee and blue denim jeans. In his right hand is his patent-pending weapon, the microphone. His fingers seem to tighten around the shaft of the mic, and his other hand covers his mouth and runs down his jaw. His eyes fixate on the squared circle, but they quickly dash to the side as he gazes out into the Bostonian audience. The Aperture Assassin takes his first step onto the ramp and then stops in his tracks to look back over his shoulder before making his way down the steel incline. Fans seem to shout things at Double D, but their voices are drowned out by the deafening symphonic metal. Delta simply shakes his head as he reaches the steel steps in the corner of the ring. Instead of the normal way up to the apron, the Fighter Jet just jumps right from ringside to the apron, and continues to step through the ropes and onto the canvas. He paces around the ring for a moment, the microphone swinging around in Dustin's hand. He stops in the center of the ring and glances at the "GHW" logo on the microphone, and then shifts his eyes up and looks out to the audience. His gaze only lasts for a moment, as the microphone nears his mouth and he begins to speak.
"Normally, I'd come out here and Charlie Coors would do a little introduction for me, but that obviously didn't happen. Such was a request I asked of Smarky. I also asked that The Outcasts, Legion, and The F.B.I. be prohibited from coming down to ringside. I wanted this time because I have something to say. And I don't want to be interrupted, nor do I want to be attacked. So I'll be out here alone for a while, get used to me."
"See, a lot has been happening in Glory and Honor. And it's been a little while since I gave my two cents, so I figured I'd voice my opinion on all this. Because I have a lot to say. Always have. Always will. So where am I to start when I have a million things to say? I suppose I'll start with The Outcasts. A buddy asked me what I thought of The Outcasts as a group. And I'll be completely honest, I think we suck. We aren't going anywhere, Millson and I are booked in tag matches somewhere in midcard hell even though we don't get along very well. Sure, I got booked with Hughes and Hayden, but I'll get to them later. I hardly know TPK, Millson and I don't get along, and Carson seems to be doing his own thing. Yeah, we do a bit of comedy here and there, but we haven't been established as a threat in the tag division and we're headed down a road to where the sidewalk ends. So that's what I have to say about that. Now, what I really want to talk about. Ryan Hughes is back with some British friends of his. And I really don't care about The Purest. I don't care about Marcus Rayne. I don't care about Corrin Cobain. I care about Ryan Hughes, The Ghost on the Canvas. See, it perplexes me that even though Ryan has done it all, he feels the need to come back. I respect him, don't get me wrong. He's my mentor and I'll always be grateful and respectful of that. But c'mon, Ryan. You're washed up. You're a has been. You've held every title, you've won Nexus, main evented. You had your time. Now, you need to come back to beat the living hell out of racist Americans, which is just as racist as your complaints? Bullshit."
"Ryan is right. There are ghosts on the canvas. Hughes himself, Hayden, Purest, and a few others. But there is one ghost who left and I respect greatly for that. Metal Dragon. He did it all and left. He gave somebody else the time to shine and stepped away from the spotlight. And I thought Ryan would do that do and go out well, but no. He couldn't let it be. Ryan, your time is up and it's time for a new generation of stars to be born. Ghosts are on the canvas yes. But ghosts are dead for a reason. And ghosts stay dead. It's people like you that make people complain about GHW. The other day, a friend of mine, Trace Hawkins, told me that Glory and Honor Wrestling was a lost cause. I thought it about and realized I'm the patron saint of lost causes. So I've made a decision. I'm not going to hunt and kill Dom. I'm not going to fight the Fuckin' British Invasion. I'm going to be like Peter, Raymond, and Egon and I'll hunt down ghosts. Ryan, there are daggers in men's smiles. You may have thought that because of EVO, we'd always be allies. But even though you have problems with Legion, the Outcasts, and America, you have a much bigger problem. And it's name is Dustin Delta. I will not rest or sleep until you are gone, and gone for good."
Dustinglares at the camera as if it was Ryan Hughes himself, and then drops the microphone to the mat. Delta tries to say something more personal and direct to Hughes through the camera, but "Incentive" plays again and the sound of Double D is drowned out as the show fades to black, cutting away to a commercial break.
"Normally, I'd come out here and Charlie Coors would do a little introduction for me, but that obviously didn't happen. Such was a request I asked of Smarky. I also asked that The Outcasts, Legion, and The F.B.I. be prohibited from coming down to ringside. I wanted this time because I have something to say. And I don't want to be interrupted, nor do I want to be attacked. So I'll be out here alone for a while, get used to me."
"See, a lot has been happening in Glory and Honor. And it's been a little while since I gave my two cents, so I figured I'd voice my opinion on all this. Because I have a lot to say. Always have. Always will. So where am I to start when I have a million things to say? I suppose I'll start with The Outcasts. A buddy asked me what I thought of The Outcasts as a group. And I'll be completely honest, I think we suck. We aren't going anywhere, Millson and I are booked in tag matches somewhere in midcard hell even though we don't get along very well. Sure, I got booked with Hughes and Hayden, but I'll get to them later. I hardly know TPK, Millson and I don't get along, and Carson seems to be doing his own thing. Yeah, we do a bit of comedy here and there, but we haven't been established as a threat in the tag division and we're headed down a road to where the sidewalk ends. So that's what I have to say about that. Now, what I really want to talk about. Ryan Hughes is back with some British friends of his. And I really don't care about The Purest. I don't care about Marcus Rayne. I don't care about Corrin Cobain. I care about Ryan Hughes, The Ghost on the Canvas. See, it perplexes me that even though Ryan has done it all, he feels the need to come back. I respect him, don't get me wrong. He's my mentor and I'll always be grateful and respectful of that. But c'mon, Ryan. You're washed up. You're a has been. You've held every title, you've won Nexus, main evented. You had your time. Now, you need to come back to beat the living hell out of racist Americans, which is just as racist as your complaints? Bullshit."
"Ryan is right. There are ghosts on the canvas. Hughes himself, Hayden, Purest, and a few others. But there is one ghost who left and I respect greatly for that. Metal Dragon. He did it all and left. He gave somebody else the time to shine and stepped away from the spotlight. And I thought Ryan would do that do and go out well, but no. He couldn't let it be. Ryan, your time is up and it's time for a new generation of stars to be born. Ghosts are on the canvas yes. But ghosts are dead for a reason. And ghosts stay dead. It's people like you that make people complain about GHW. The other day, a friend of mine, Trace Hawkins, told me that Glory and Honor Wrestling was a lost cause. I thought it about and realized I'm the patron saint of lost causes. So I've made a decision. I'm not going to hunt and kill Dom. I'm not going to fight the Fuckin' British Invasion. I'm going to be like Peter, Raymond, and Egon and I'll hunt down ghosts. Ryan, there are daggers in men's smiles. You may have thought that because of EVO, we'd always be allies. But even though you have problems with Legion, the Outcasts, and America, you have a much bigger problem. And it's name is Dustin Delta. I will not rest or sleep until you are gone, and gone for good."
Dustinglares at the camera as if it was Ryan Hughes himself, and then drops the microphone to the mat. Delta tries to say something more personal and direct to Hughes through the camera, but "Incentive" plays again and the sound of Double D is drowned out as the show fades to black, cutting away to a commercial break.
