Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Oct 12, 2009 10:22:13 GMT -5
The crowd in the arena are making lots of noise as the event continues on. Their minds full of excitement and the entire atmosphere is rich with energy. However their attention is brought to the stage as the light is dimmed to complete darkness and the climatic build-up in the intro of "Just Close Your Eyes" by Story of the Year sounds through the Arena PA System.
"GO!
If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Truths you never lived and scars never healed
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
You'll find me waiting there, you'll see if you just close your eyes
If you just close your eyes (If you just close your eyes)"
The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince, pushes aside the velvet curtains. He stands on the stage, in the lightened section of the stage where the fans can see him clearly. He is dressed in a suit, with a microphone in hand as he smirks and raises his arms, an array of pyrotechnical displays going off on stage in a shower of gold sparks. As Martin Prince makes his way down to the ring, Charlie Coors stands in the ring with a microphone in hand, raising it up to his lips as he introduces the GM.
~ Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen in attendance tonight, please welcome the General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph. From Atlanta, Georgia. Martin Prince!"
The lights return themselves to their normal settings as Martin Prince makes his way up the steel steps. He enters the ring to a display of cheers and applause and steps next to Charlie Coors, shaking his hand and briefly moving to the front of the ring. "Just Close Your Eyes" fades as the sound of the crowd overtakes the now-finished song.
~ Martin Prince
"Alright, down to business rather quick. I'm busy tonight. We've just recently learnt of the final match stipulation delivered by our own GHW Champion, The Pureblood, Skull. Stating that win or lose, he would be leaving GHW. I've came out in response to that, booked his match at Gods vs Heretics and then made my own point to him. I told him that he is the icon of the industry because of that title on his shoulder and his status in the ring, him being labeled a veteran in otherwords. But there is also another issue, and that is that the King of the Deathmatch Championship is left unfought for. All the suitable opponents are gone and Khristian Gore is nowhere to be seen to be given his contracted rematch, therefore it might be safe to say that the King of the Deathmatch Championship is going to be left unfought for at Gods and-"
Martin is cut short by the sound of the orchestral choir, the lights fade to darkness and a pair of violet lights ignite on stage. The crowd begin cheering for the arrival of who they think is arriving. The melodic keyboard line and heavy guitar with slow drumming combination intro of "Nymphetamine" is heard playing through the Arena PA System. The fans release another shouting cheer, Martin Prince stands fixated in the ring as he awaits the arrival of The Italian Goth.
"Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again"
The Goth is seen arising from the bottom of the stage on a platform, smoke rising from the hole as The Goth rises. It comes to a full stop as The Goth stands dominantly, dressed in his complete wrestling attire. The lights return as Winthorp Darkrites begins his march down the steel ramp leading to the ring, the fans holding their arms out for a high-five from him. Winthorp delivers a few which sends another eruption of cheers throughout the arena. The former GHW World Champion now entering the ring by sliding in, Martin Prince stepping back to allow him entry. Prince smiles at The Goth as he gets up to his feet, walking over to the ringside staff and taking a microphone from his hand. He walks right up into the face of the General Manager and glares at him, the face painted Italian not blinking as he stares.
~ Winthorp Darkrites
"Give me a second here. Unfought for? You're gonna leave Rob Wilkins the chance to recover for this amount of time and NOT defend his title at the biggest PPV of them all? The hell is this Martin? Some sort of joke? I can't this to happen, because Rob Wilkins is even lucky that he appeared at Code Blue! Let alone walk through the GHW doors in the first place."
The crowd cheer in agreement with The Goth, Martin smiles slightly as his bait had been taken quickly.
~ Martin Prince
"I knew you'd come out the moment I said something like this Darkrites. In fact, you were practically the one booked to face him at Gods vs Heretics. Except, that this won't be your typical Ultraviolent Deathmatch with Gnarfflinger or even a King of the Mountain Match against 4 other men. No, this match will be one to take you to your limits. A match where blood will be shed in massive quantities, and your body will be taken to it's very own end. This match, will involve burying your opponent alive in a coffin. If you're able to put your opponent into that coffin then you're the winner."
The Goth thinks for a few moments and then finally makes his decision. He raises the microphone up to his lips and is on the verge of speaking his sentence before the intro of "This Calling" by All That Remains begins playing through the PA System. Both men turn to face the stage, wondering what he would want to say.
TBC: Rob Wilkins.
"GO!
If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Truths you never lived and scars never healed
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
You'll find me waiting there, you'll see if you just close your eyes
If you just close your eyes (If you just close your eyes)"
The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince, pushes aside the velvet curtains. He stands on the stage, in the lightened section of the stage where the fans can see him clearly. He is dressed in a suit, with a microphone in hand as he smirks and raises his arms, an array of pyrotechnical displays going off on stage in a shower of gold sparks. As Martin Prince makes his way down to the ring, Charlie Coors stands in the ring with a microphone in hand, raising it up to his lips as he introduces the GM.
~ Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen in attendance tonight, please welcome the General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph. From Atlanta, Georgia. Martin Prince!"
The lights return themselves to their normal settings as Martin Prince makes his way up the steel steps. He enters the ring to a display of cheers and applause and steps next to Charlie Coors, shaking his hand and briefly moving to the front of the ring. "Just Close Your Eyes" fades as the sound of the crowd overtakes the now-finished song.
~ Martin Prince
"Alright, down to business rather quick. I'm busy tonight. We've just recently learnt of the final match stipulation delivered by our own GHW Champion, The Pureblood, Skull. Stating that win or lose, he would be leaving GHW. I've came out in response to that, booked his match at Gods vs Heretics and then made my own point to him. I told him that he is the icon of the industry because of that title on his shoulder and his status in the ring, him being labeled a veteran in otherwords. But there is also another issue, and that is that the King of the Deathmatch Championship is left unfought for. All the suitable opponents are gone and Khristian Gore is nowhere to be seen to be given his contracted rematch, therefore it might be safe to say that the King of the Deathmatch Championship is going to be left unfought for at Gods and-"
Martin is cut short by the sound of the orchestral choir, the lights fade to darkness and a pair of violet lights ignite on stage. The crowd begin cheering for the arrival of who they think is arriving. The melodic keyboard line and heavy guitar with slow drumming combination intro of "Nymphetamine" is heard playing through the Arena PA System. The fans release another shouting cheer, Martin Prince stands fixated in the ring as he awaits the arrival of The Italian Goth.
"Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again"
The Goth is seen arising from the bottom of the stage on a platform, smoke rising from the hole as The Goth rises. It comes to a full stop as The Goth stands dominantly, dressed in his complete wrestling attire. The lights return as Winthorp Darkrites begins his march down the steel ramp leading to the ring, the fans holding their arms out for a high-five from him. Winthorp delivers a few which sends another eruption of cheers throughout the arena. The former GHW World Champion now entering the ring by sliding in, Martin Prince stepping back to allow him entry. Prince smiles at The Goth as he gets up to his feet, walking over to the ringside staff and taking a microphone from his hand. He walks right up into the face of the General Manager and glares at him, the face painted Italian not blinking as he stares.
~ Winthorp Darkrites
"Give me a second here. Unfought for? You're gonna leave Rob Wilkins the chance to recover for this amount of time and NOT defend his title at the biggest PPV of them all? The hell is this Martin? Some sort of joke? I can't this to happen, because Rob Wilkins is even lucky that he appeared at Code Blue! Let alone walk through the GHW doors in the first place."
The crowd cheer in agreement with The Goth, Martin smiles slightly as his bait had been taken quickly.
~ Martin Prince
"I knew you'd come out the moment I said something like this Darkrites. In fact, you were practically the one booked to face him at Gods vs Heretics. Except, that this won't be your typical Ultraviolent Deathmatch with Gnarfflinger or even a King of the Mountain Match against 4 other men. No, this match will be one to take you to your limits. A match where blood will be shed in massive quantities, and your body will be taken to it's very own end. This match, will involve burying your opponent alive in a coffin. If you're able to put your opponent into that coffin then you're the winner."
The Goth thinks for a few moments and then finally makes his decision. He raises the microphone up to his lips and is on the verge of speaking his sentence before the intro of "This Calling" by All That Remains begins playing through the PA System. Both men turn to face the stage, wondering what he would want to say.
TBC: Rob Wilkins.