Post by Public Enemies on Mar 27, 2012 15:27:04 GMT -5
GHW Triumph returns from advertisements with the conclusion of the main event clash between the two champions of GHW, Dustin Delta and Ryan Hughes. It had been an emotional past couple of weeks and it was only about to get more emotional with the promised address of Jamie Graves. In the ring, Charlie Coors stands firmly with a microphone in hand.
"Ladies & Gentleman, at this time please welcome the NEW General Manager of GHW Triumph...JAMIE GRAVES!"
"Before I Forget" by Slipknot rings out over the PA system as does the anything but generic theme song of GHW Triumph. Jamie Graves steps out in front of the audience in his crisp, but clean, Armani suit. Oddly enough, his jacket is unbuttoned. The arena lights glare off his perfection-ate slick-black gelled hair. He takes off down the ramp like a true aviator with the flaps of his suit flutters just above his glide. Jamie Graves is considered civil compared to the past characters who had held that glorious position recently.
Jamie Graves stamps up the steps before pausing in front of the GHW audience his free hand wrapped around the ring post, the other with a GHW microphone. JG scans his new audience before he steps into the ring. Charlie Coors takes the silent hint as exits the ring and down the steel ring steps. Graves holds the microphone high in the air as the entrance music fades into the blackness. JG breaths in heavily and exhales directly into the microphone.
"Smells like...TRIUMPH!"
"It's a home away from home...For those of you are not familiar, I am Jamie Graves. Previously, I have been apart of GHW launching the Web's best wrestling website, GHW.com. But, this past winter, I've been lucky enough to have some interviews with the greats of GHW. A few of those names were Jake Diamond...and Dominik Santiago."
JG nods in agreement with the audience and the shear mentioning of Jake Diamond and Dominik Santiago.
"But hey! Speaking of luck, look where I am now! HAH!"
Boos rain out.
"Boo all you want! You'll never see Smarky or Grimey back at the helm again! You're all lucky to be in attendance here tonight. Yes, tonight...it begins. The greatest General Manager run in GHW history begins tonight."
Fans in the front row of the audience respond with their thumbs pointed downward.
"Oh you disagree? How often do you see Ryan Hughes compete against Dustin Delta on any given Thursday night? I'll tell you, never! And that's just the beginning. 2012 started off with my design of the Tower of London deathmatch. And I know you hypocrites enjoyed that. I know good and well that very match influenced the retirement of the great Nicholas Carson. If you can't stand the heat, get the hell outta my ring!"
Jamie Graves adjusts the collar of his suit sternly.
"Now...recently I've heard a few complaints about Fighty fighty persons being where they are now. I'm obviously here to address that. To those who don't like where you are or what's not around your skinny little waists, I have this to say."
JG straightens his posture and stares directly into the camera, placed conveniently by the cameraman inside of the ring.
"I...don't...CARE!"
"But don't label as me careless. No matter how black my heart seems, I do care. I care about my Fighty fighty persons. I do who the beautiful faces are that decorate the GHW posters. I do care who wears the various GHW championship belts. Speaking of championships, I'd like to speak to a very special...former champion."
"Dominik Santiago, I have some news that you'll want to here. Come on out!"
Jamie Graves lowers his microphone, placing his hands on hips awaiting the arrival of the Assassin.
TBC - Dominik Santiago
"Ladies & Gentleman, at this time please welcome the NEW General Manager of GHW Triumph...JAMIE GRAVES!"
"Before I Forget" by Slipknot rings out over the PA system as does the anything but generic theme song of GHW Triumph. Jamie Graves steps out in front of the audience in his crisp, but clean, Armani suit. Oddly enough, his jacket is unbuttoned. The arena lights glare off his perfection-ate slick-black gelled hair. He takes off down the ramp like a true aviator with the flaps of his suit flutters just above his glide. Jamie Graves is considered civil compared to the past characters who had held that glorious position recently.
Jamie Graves stamps up the steps before pausing in front of the GHW audience his free hand wrapped around the ring post, the other with a GHW microphone. JG scans his new audience before he steps into the ring. Charlie Coors takes the silent hint as exits the ring and down the steel ring steps. Graves holds the microphone high in the air as the entrance music fades into the blackness. JG breaths in heavily and exhales directly into the microphone.
"Smells like...TRIUMPH!"
"It's a home away from home...For those of you are not familiar, I am Jamie Graves. Previously, I have been apart of GHW launching the Web's best wrestling website, GHW.com. But, this past winter, I've been lucky enough to have some interviews with the greats of GHW. A few of those names were Jake Diamond...and Dominik Santiago."
JG nods in agreement with the audience and the shear mentioning of Jake Diamond and Dominik Santiago.
"But hey! Speaking of luck, look where I am now! HAH!"
Boos rain out.
"Boo all you want! You'll never see Smarky or Grimey back at the helm again! You're all lucky to be in attendance here tonight. Yes, tonight...it begins. The greatest General Manager run in GHW history begins tonight."
Fans in the front row of the audience respond with their thumbs pointed downward.
"Oh you disagree? How often do you see Ryan Hughes compete against Dustin Delta on any given Thursday night? I'll tell you, never! And that's just the beginning. 2012 started off with my design of the Tower of London deathmatch. And I know you hypocrites enjoyed that. I know good and well that very match influenced the retirement of the great Nicholas Carson. If you can't stand the heat, get the hell outta my ring!"
Jamie Graves adjusts the collar of his suit sternly.
"Now...recently I've heard a few complaints about Fighty fighty persons being where they are now. I'm obviously here to address that. To those who don't like where you are or what's not around your skinny little waists, I have this to say."
JG straightens his posture and stares directly into the camera, placed conveniently by the cameraman inside of the ring.
"I...don't...CARE!"
"But don't label as me careless. No matter how black my heart seems, I do care. I care about my Fighty fighty persons. I do who the beautiful faces are that decorate the GHW posters. I do care who wears the various GHW championship belts. Speaking of championships, I'd like to speak to a very special...former champion."
"Dominik Santiago, I have some news that you'll want to here. Come on out!"
Jamie Graves lowers his microphone, placing his hands on hips awaiting the arrival of the Assassin.
TBC - Dominik Santiago