Post by Dustin Delta on Mar 3, 2012 0:44:41 GMT -5
(Didn't know if this would be seen or be relevant if I just posted it as an entrance, so here is Delta's entrance and promo from the main event of TNT, which is extremely eventful already.)
The GHW Arena fades in from the deepened black as the scheduled program returns from commercial, and the camera pans from the capacity crowd and shifts it's focus to the stage of Triumph, which now comes to life with Dustin Delta's graphics and new theme song, "Here To Show The World". The audience bursts out in cheers as the velvet curtain is tossed aside and the new King of the Deathmatch Champion steps out onto the stage, into his arena, loving his nostos as he raises not only the GHW King of the Deathmatch Championship which he holds in his right hand, but the Project Wrestling Olympic Championship in his left hand, both belts glimmering in the limelight as it cascades from the rafters and highlights the near-perfect bodily form of the Thane of Slumberland. Delta half-grins as the fans go crazy to see him, his eyes scanning through the ocean of faces, occupying himself while the championship belts slide down his arms and onto his shoulders. Delta takes several steps forward while the crew at ringside rings the bell thrice and Charlie Coors announces.
"The following bout is a Tag Team Match, set for one fall! Introducing first--from a State of Deep Sleep, weighing in at 226 lbs., the King of the Deathmatch Champion and the Project Wrestling Olympic Champion, Dustin "Alice" Delta!"
"Do what I say, better watch what I do;
Better heed the warning I'm here to give you!
If you ever doubted me, you don't have a clue.
I'm here to show the world,
I'm here to show the world!"
Dustin Delta descends down the steel incline, clad with the championships resting in tranquility upon his shoulders, his "We're All Mad" shirt, and a monochrome rendition of his normal attire. Signs in the crowd read phrases such as, "I Mark Out for Dustin Delta!" or "Save Wonderland!" The camera captures them all in the background as it follows Dustin Delta down the ramp, his footsteps on the steel drowned out by his entrance music. Double D leans over towards the side and high-fives some fans in the front row, a huge smile coming across his face. The fans who have to good fortune to high-five the champion step back with appreciation as Delta continues down to the steel steps, ascends to the apron, and does a twirl with his body. Spinning to face the audience, he raises both of his coveted titles again, holding them high above his head as the gold shines in the Hollywood-like spotlights.
"Things are exactly what they seem...
I will defy the things you dream...
Go check the scores again,
I come out a perfect ten!
They broke the mold when they made me!
BRING IT ON!
Do what I say, better watch what I do;
Better heed the warning I'm here to give you!
If you ever doubted me, you don't have a clue.
I'm here to show the world,
I'm here to show the world!"
The Sleepwalker swings his left leg in between the second and third rope, and ducks under the third rope so he may step through into the squared circle. Still brimming with confidence, Delta walks across the ring and jumps up to the second turnbuckle, holding up only his Olympic Championship for a moment while thousands of flashing cameras go off on that side of the arena. After he grants the viewers the courteous five seconds, he drops back to the canvas and crosses the ring, stepping up on the opposite turnbuckle so he may boast his King of the Deathmatch Championship to the adoring audience, and more photographs are taken. The King of Hearts stands on the top turnbuckle with both feet and does a twisting drop, sitting himself on the third rope with his feet on the second, facing the hard camera. He gestures towards a staff member at ringside, who obediently retrieves a microphone for him. While the crew member goes to get the mic, Delta places the Project Wrestling title on the third rope and snaps the back together so that it will hang there peacefully. He snaps the Deathmatch Championship on his shoulder, holding it for the glory of GHW. He is given the microphone, and the music slowly fades out as the last verse is heard.
"Things just come easier to me...
What you work hard for, I get free...
Said things you shouldn't say, and now it's time to pay!
And you will pay it all to me!"
Now that the silence is his own, Dustin locks eyes with the audience as he begins to speak.
"Now that I am the King of the Deathmatch Champion, I feel it is my duty to give all of you fantastic townsfolk with an address, in the best interest of Wonderland. There are a million controversies in our world today, my people, but first, allow me to refresh your memories of the marquee from earlier tonight, which teased at the return of Hayden HardKore at NeXuS VI. Now, before you cheer, allow me now to refresh your memory of Hayden. Now, I'm a fan as much as the next fellow. Hayden has the skill and ability to hold his own against anybody in GHW. The Kiwi took on all challenges, such as Ryan Hughes, Dominick Santiago, myself, and more. He's fought them all and probably beat them as well. But therein lies the problem, my friends. See, every Wonderland such as the ones we can cooperatively recreate, needs unpredictability. Variety is the spice of life, yes? That is exactly why we cannot welcome back Hayden HardKore with open arms. Hayden creates an aura of predictability, he makes everything bland to watch because all he knows how to do is win. Sure, every now and then he proves his mortality and falters, but he always comes back for more. No matter how much you love Hayden, it gets old eventually. You can't depend on one guy forever. I'd rather be in a land where anything can happen than in a land where everything is predetermined and whispered in my ear. GHW is a dominion of the young and the new. I believe that Hayden HardKore, and Ryan Hughes, whom I'll address in a moment, are two of the best competitors I've ever seen, but I have no respect for them. However, I have complete respect for Metal Dragon. Metal Dragon retired when he was done. He had achieved everything, he had done it all, and then he left. He said good-bye and walked out that door, and all was at peace. But Hayden does not know when to throw in the towel. He left us, friends. He turned his back on you, he turned his back on me, his turned his back on the integrity of this company. Hayden stabbed us all in the back, and he honestly thinks that he can manipulate us like putty in the hands of a playful child. But we need to show him that we're smarter than that.
Hayden is looking to return at NeXuS and claim the GHW Championship for himself again. He is under the impression that he can disappear from the ring for months and on the night of his return or soon after, make a walk-in appointment for a title match. Now, that is insane and we're all mad here, but Hayden returning for the sake of the image of himself with a championship belt is not. It's people like Hayden who drive the Mad Hatter sane, not to mention Ryan Hughes. Ryan and Hayden are alike in many more ways than they realize. They're both veterans who don't know when to pass the torch. Ryan had retired. I'm sure it's all in your memories. He admitted it was time to throw in the towel, to ascend the rabbit hole back to his life in the natural world. And instead, he returns one night, robs a young up-and-comer of the Golden Ticket he earned, and used it to steal the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago after he won a hard-fought match against Barta Bull. Tell me, my loyal subjects, where is the fairness? How is it that Ryan and Hayden can leave for a few months and return to reclaim the GHW Championship when I've been here since the Summer of 2010 and I'm yet to receive a title shot for it? Tell me, I honestly want to know.
What ever happened to the ideal of a young man's world? When did the open opportunities that were supposed to be presented become revoked and were instead gifted to the hands of veterans who've received them dozens of times before? There are plenty of loyal Fighty fighty persons who show up every night for all of you who have earned a respectable spot and deserve a championship match, but nothing becomes of it. Instead, Ryan Hughes is our world champion, Hayden is going to return for 'his' championship, and Wolverina is our Television Champion. And don't tell me that the talent isn't there! There are hungry young competitors in me, in Millson, in Kahlan, in Jack Tracks, in Desperado, hell, Desperado has been here for years and he's never had a singles championship! He's been in the finals of every single NeXuS Deathmatch, but where are his chances and opportunities? They're non-existed, decapitated by the royal family that came before and became corrupt with power. Ryan Hughes, you are one of the most despicable men I've ever had the misfortune to meet. It baffles me that these good people would find it there hearts to cheer you last night. But I think they finally see the light, as I have. That you're a good-for-nothing, backstabbing, lying, cheating outlaw. While I don't want to lose here tonight, I hope Kahlan Clarkson wins, so she finally gets the GHW Championship match that she rightfully deserves. Ryan, this is no longer your land. This no longer no man's land. This is now young man's land. And as if this day on, I will personally see to it that it is off with the head of any wrongfully self-righteous veterans, like you and Hayden. This is now my kingdom. And I will not rest until I expose you to the world for the scourge you know yourself to be.
In the interest of the young man's land, I propose a bout for next week's Tuesday Night Triumph. Desperado, versus Jack Tracks, versus Mighty Man Millson. The winner of which will face me for the King of the Deathmatch Championship here in the young man's kingdom. All three of them are under-appreciated combatants who truly deserve a championship such as this one. But one man who does not belong in young man's land is here tonight. He's one of the most ill-mannered, one of the most ridiculous, one of the most disgraceful superstars to ever set foot in a GHW ring. His name is Ryan Hughes. And tonight he's my tag team partner.
Don't understand, eh?
We're all mad here, my children.
And I'm the going to drive Ryan Hughes mad, as well.
Long live the King of Hearts!"
Dustin drops the microphone and mounts one foot on the third rope, holding up his championship belts again while his music continues, the refrain blaring loudly through the P/A system as they all await the arrival of the sniveling rat who had stolen the GHW Championship.
The GHW Arena fades in from the deepened black as the scheduled program returns from commercial, and the camera pans from the capacity crowd and shifts it's focus to the stage of Triumph, which now comes to life with Dustin Delta's graphics and new theme song, "Here To Show The World". The audience bursts out in cheers as the velvet curtain is tossed aside and the new King of the Deathmatch Champion steps out onto the stage, into his arena, loving his nostos as he raises not only the GHW King of the Deathmatch Championship which he holds in his right hand, but the Project Wrestling Olympic Championship in his left hand, both belts glimmering in the limelight as it cascades from the rafters and highlights the near-perfect bodily form of the Thane of Slumberland. Delta half-grins as the fans go crazy to see him, his eyes scanning through the ocean of faces, occupying himself while the championship belts slide down his arms and onto his shoulders. Delta takes several steps forward while the crew at ringside rings the bell thrice and Charlie Coors announces.
"The following bout is a Tag Team Match, set for one fall! Introducing first--from a State of Deep Sleep, weighing in at 226 lbs., the King of the Deathmatch Champion and the Project Wrestling Olympic Champion, Dustin "Alice" Delta!"
"Do what I say, better watch what I do;
Better heed the warning I'm here to give you!
If you ever doubted me, you don't have a clue.
I'm here to show the world,
I'm here to show the world!"
Dustin Delta descends down the steel incline, clad with the championships resting in tranquility upon his shoulders, his "We're All Mad" shirt, and a monochrome rendition of his normal attire. Signs in the crowd read phrases such as, "I Mark Out for Dustin Delta!" or "Save Wonderland!" The camera captures them all in the background as it follows Dustin Delta down the ramp, his footsteps on the steel drowned out by his entrance music. Double D leans over towards the side and high-fives some fans in the front row, a huge smile coming across his face. The fans who have to good fortune to high-five the champion step back with appreciation as Delta continues down to the steel steps, ascends to the apron, and does a twirl with his body. Spinning to face the audience, he raises both of his coveted titles again, holding them high above his head as the gold shines in the Hollywood-like spotlights.
"Things are exactly what they seem...
I will defy the things you dream...
Go check the scores again,
I come out a perfect ten!
They broke the mold when they made me!
BRING IT ON!
Do what I say, better watch what I do;
Better heed the warning I'm here to give you!
If you ever doubted me, you don't have a clue.
I'm here to show the world,
I'm here to show the world!"
The Sleepwalker swings his left leg in between the second and third rope, and ducks under the third rope so he may step through into the squared circle. Still brimming with confidence, Delta walks across the ring and jumps up to the second turnbuckle, holding up only his Olympic Championship for a moment while thousands of flashing cameras go off on that side of the arena. After he grants the viewers the courteous five seconds, he drops back to the canvas and crosses the ring, stepping up on the opposite turnbuckle so he may boast his King of the Deathmatch Championship to the adoring audience, and more photographs are taken. The King of Hearts stands on the top turnbuckle with both feet and does a twisting drop, sitting himself on the third rope with his feet on the second, facing the hard camera. He gestures towards a staff member at ringside, who obediently retrieves a microphone for him. While the crew member goes to get the mic, Delta places the Project Wrestling title on the third rope and snaps the back together so that it will hang there peacefully. He snaps the Deathmatch Championship on his shoulder, holding it for the glory of GHW. He is given the microphone, and the music slowly fades out as the last verse is heard.
"Things just come easier to me...
What you work hard for, I get free...
Said things you shouldn't say, and now it's time to pay!
And you will pay it all to me!"
Now that the silence is his own, Dustin locks eyes with the audience as he begins to speak.
"Now that I am the King of the Deathmatch Champion, I feel it is my duty to give all of you fantastic townsfolk with an address, in the best interest of Wonderland. There are a million controversies in our world today, my people, but first, allow me to refresh your memories of the marquee from earlier tonight, which teased at the return of Hayden HardKore at NeXuS VI. Now, before you cheer, allow me now to refresh your memory of Hayden. Now, I'm a fan as much as the next fellow. Hayden has the skill and ability to hold his own against anybody in GHW. The Kiwi took on all challenges, such as Ryan Hughes, Dominick Santiago, myself, and more. He's fought them all and probably beat them as well. But therein lies the problem, my friends. See, every Wonderland such as the ones we can cooperatively recreate, needs unpredictability. Variety is the spice of life, yes? That is exactly why we cannot welcome back Hayden HardKore with open arms. Hayden creates an aura of predictability, he makes everything bland to watch because all he knows how to do is win. Sure, every now and then he proves his mortality and falters, but he always comes back for more. No matter how much you love Hayden, it gets old eventually. You can't depend on one guy forever. I'd rather be in a land where anything can happen than in a land where everything is predetermined and whispered in my ear. GHW is a dominion of the young and the new. I believe that Hayden HardKore, and Ryan Hughes, whom I'll address in a moment, are two of the best competitors I've ever seen, but I have no respect for them. However, I have complete respect for Metal Dragon. Metal Dragon retired when he was done. He had achieved everything, he had done it all, and then he left. He said good-bye and walked out that door, and all was at peace. But Hayden does not know when to throw in the towel. He left us, friends. He turned his back on you, he turned his back on me, his turned his back on the integrity of this company. Hayden stabbed us all in the back, and he honestly thinks that he can manipulate us like putty in the hands of a playful child. But we need to show him that we're smarter than that.
Hayden is looking to return at NeXuS and claim the GHW Championship for himself again. He is under the impression that he can disappear from the ring for months and on the night of his return or soon after, make a walk-in appointment for a title match. Now, that is insane and we're all mad here, but Hayden returning for the sake of the image of himself with a championship belt is not. It's people like Hayden who drive the Mad Hatter sane, not to mention Ryan Hughes. Ryan and Hayden are alike in many more ways than they realize. They're both veterans who don't know when to pass the torch. Ryan had retired. I'm sure it's all in your memories. He admitted it was time to throw in the towel, to ascend the rabbit hole back to his life in the natural world. And instead, he returns one night, robs a young up-and-comer of the Golden Ticket he earned, and used it to steal the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago after he won a hard-fought match against Barta Bull. Tell me, my loyal subjects, where is the fairness? How is it that Ryan and Hayden can leave for a few months and return to reclaim the GHW Championship when I've been here since the Summer of 2010 and I'm yet to receive a title shot for it? Tell me, I honestly want to know.
What ever happened to the ideal of a young man's world? When did the open opportunities that were supposed to be presented become revoked and were instead gifted to the hands of veterans who've received them dozens of times before? There are plenty of loyal Fighty fighty persons who show up every night for all of you who have earned a respectable spot and deserve a championship match, but nothing becomes of it. Instead, Ryan Hughes is our world champion, Hayden is going to return for 'his' championship, and Wolverina is our Television Champion. And don't tell me that the talent isn't there! There are hungry young competitors in me, in Millson, in Kahlan, in Jack Tracks, in Desperado, hell, Desperado has been here for years and he's never had a singles championship! He's been in the finals of every single NeXuS Deathmatch, but where are his chances and opportunities? They're non-existed, decapitated by the royal family that came before and became corrupt with power. Ryan Hughes, you are one of the most despicable men I've ever had the misfortune to meet. It baffles me that these good people would find it there hearts to cheer you last night. But I think they finally see the light, as I have. That you're a good-for-nothing, backstabbing, lying, cheating outlaw. While I don't want to lose here tonight, I hope Kahlan Clarkson wins, so she finally gets the GHW Championship match that she rightfully deserves. Ryan, this is no longer your land. This no longer no man's land. This is now young man's land. And as if this day on, I will personally see to it that it is off with the head of any wrongfully self-righteous veterans, like you and Hayden. This is now my kingdom. And I will not rest until I expose you to the world for the scourge you know yourself to be.
In the interest of the young man's land, I propose a bout for next week's Tuesday Night Triumph. Desperado, versus Jack Tracks, versus Mighty Man Millson. The winner of which will face me for the King of the Deathmatch Championship here in the young man's kingdom. All three of them are under-appreciated combatants who truly deserve a championship such as this one. But one man who does not belong in young man's land is here tonight. He's one of the most ill-mannered, one of the most ridiculous, one of the most disgraceful superstars to ever set foot in a GHW ring. His name is Ryan Hughes. And tonight he's my tag team partner.
Don't understand, eh?
We're all mad here, my children.
And I'm the going to drive Ryan Hughes mad, as well.
Long live the King of Hearts!"
Dustin drops the microphone and mounts one foot on the third rope, holding up his championship belts again while his music continues, the refrain blaring loudly through the P/A system as they all await the arrival of the sniveling rat who had stolen the GHW Championship.
