Post by Dominik Santiago on Mar 29, 2010 9:55:47 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the darkened GHW arena. After a brief moment, a spotlight shines down upon the ring, illuminating the venue, thus revealing a presence whom resides in a chair in the heart of the squared hell. The figure is none other than Dominik Santiago, his head lying askew glaring at his miracle working hands. As the cloud of contempt widens over the Californian's head, the Assassin's lips commence to tremor, prompting the cameras to zoom in. Santiago's gritted teeth suddenly unclench, allowing his emotions to empty.
Dominik Santiago: "I've been oblivious to an atrocity and in doing so, become a martyr. I've held prestigious championships, beaten men into submission and even interred legends. Despite these accolades however, I've somehow been deprived of my prominence. Imprisoned in oblivion and draped in anonymity; who is to blame for this transgression?"
"Stone Orchard!"
Dom digs his fingers through his black locks, his eyes full of disdain remaining fixated on the camera lens.
"The Orchard has been a thorn in the side of many men, but the three of us, that being myself and it's two remaining members, have a distinct, unique history. You see, Total Carnage is an anniversary of villainy and a day that has lived on in infamy; the day the two criminals known as Metal Dragon and Matthew Oliveira committed the most heinous crime. On this day, Metal Dragon, the disciple of the twisted Rev. Vortigern, stepped into the limelight at my expense. With the help of the "Genius" he defined his moment, using me as his paintbrush, effectively coloring the canvas in a crimson red."
The reminiscence of his Triple Tables Match accentuates Dominik's grief, as he lowers his head in shame. After violently shaking his dome in disgust, the Assassin continues his rant.
"But I've vanquished the Dragon, and on the grandest stages of em all. At Gods vs Heretics, I immortalized myself by making MD pay for your transgressions. I SLAYED HIM! HOW CAN THAT NOT BE GOOD ENOUGH! WHY IS YOUR RESPECT SO ELUSIVE?"
"Then I thought to myself, and after pondering, and pondering, and pondering, it finally hit me. The reason, Dominik Santiago isn't in the conversation of the greatest Fighty fighty persons, is because he hasn't beaten, the best!"
"There's this terrible misconception that Vladimir Strife is the God of Wrestling. Actually, it's a horrible misconception. The thing is, when you look deeply at it, there's only one man who's laced up his boots and always captivated you wretched degenerates. He's had the quickest rise to glory and honor, and the most influence to all. Hands down the smartest man in the business, the most respected, and the most lethal!"
"The father of the Nexus, the true, King of Deathmatches..."
MATTHEW OLIVEIRA
As Dom rises from his seat, his face contorts into a twisted smirk.
"It's almost befitting that the man I need to launch myself into superstardom, is the same man that I admired. As a fan, I bought all his merchandise, collected his paraphernalia, and replayed his Nexus victory time and time again. Hell, the Genius is the reason I became a professional Fighty fighty person. It makes the betrayal hurt that much more. Ironic that the very same man who spurred me into becoming a Fighty fighty person, is the one who's help drown me in a pool of insignificance. I was one of his many hostages, and only did the feeling of his thumbtack chair clashing against my cranium free me from my captivity. Consequently, it led to my defeat. I'll never forget the sight of Matthew Oliviera's sneer, as his comrade sent me through a third and final table via the Death Metal. "
"I haven't forgotten the scars, and I'll always remember the sight of my false hero towering over my bloodied carcass."
Dom's grin vanishes, being replaced with a quick grimace. The Californian lifts his leg up before driving it into the chair, knocking it over, releasing some of his pent up rage. After taking a breath, he plods toward the turnbuckles, before seating, and perching himself in the corner, much like the Genius himself. He rests dormant for a moment, before his enmity surfaces again.
"I was a fool to believe Matthew Oliveira was my hero, because they don't exist. They are frauds. And it's about time all you vermin pulled your heads out his anus. He doesn't give a damn about you; your cheers and approval mean nothing. He's a phony, a damn fake, and deep down, he knows I'm right. You've all been deceived. Beneath that cloak of buffoonery resides a pitiful human being, undeserving of my mercy. Under his tongue is mischief and vanity, so I must close that mouth full of deceit and fraud."
"Before you freed me from the prison in my mind, now Matthew, you will once again liberate me. Tonight Matthew Oliveira, you will be introduced to the concept of being wrong. All the agony, the anger, the rage, my pent up fury, it will all be unleashed upon you tonight in a violent warpath, and there will be no evasion, no escape!"
Dominik outstretches his arms in a familiar crucifix pose before uttering his final comments.
"The fans may bring the weapons, but I'm bringing the pain. They know I'm right, I know I'm right, but the question remains..."
Do You Know?
End of Thread
Dominik Santiago: "I've been oblivious to an atrocity and in doing so, become a martyr. I've held prestigious championships, beaten men into submission and even interred legends. Despite these accolades however, I've somehow been deprived of my prominence. Imprisoned in oblivion and draped in anonymity; who is to blame for this transgression?"
"Stone Orchard!"
Dom digs his fingers through his black locks, his eyes full of disdain remaining fixated on the camera lens.
"The Orchard has been a thorn in the side of many men, but the three of us, that being myself and it's two remaining members, have a distinct, unique history. You see, Total Carnage is an anniversary of villainy and a day that has lived on in infamy; the day the two criminals known as Metal Dragon and Matthew Oliveira committed the most heinous crime. On this day, Metal Dragon, the disciple of the twisted Rev. Vortigern, stepped into the limelight at my expense. With the help of the "Genius" he defined his moment, using me as his paintbrush, effectively coloring the canvas in a crimson red."
The reminiscence of his Triple Tables Match accentuates Dominik's grief, as he lowers his head in shame. After violently shaking his dome in disgust, the Assassin continues his rant.
"But I've vanquished the Dragon, and on the grandest stages of em all. At Gods vs Heretics, I immortalized myself by making MD pay for your transgressions. I SLAYED HIM! HOW CAN THAT NOT BE GOOD ENOUGH! WHY IS YOUR RESPECT SO ELUSIVE?"
"Then I thought to myself, and after pondering, and pondering, and pondering, it finally hit me. The reason, Dominik Santiago isn't in the conversation of the greatest Fighty fighty persons, is because he hasn't beaten, the best!"
"There's this terrible misconception that Vladimir Strife is the God of Wrestling. Actually, it's a horrible misconception. The thing is, when you look deeply at it, there's only one man who's laced up his boots and always captivated you wretched degenerates. He's had the quickest rise to glory and honor, and the most influence to all. Hands down the smartest man in the business, the most respected, and the most lethal!"
"The father of the Nexus, the true, King of Deathmatches..."
MATTHEW OLIVEIRA
As Dom rises from his seat, his face contorts into a twisted smirk.
"It's almost befitting that the man I need to launch myself into superstardom, is the same man that I admired. As a fan, I bought all his merchandise, collected his paraphernalia, and replayed his Nexus victory time and time again. Hell, the Genius is the reason I became a professional Fighty fighty person. It makes the betrayal hurt that much more. Ironic that the very same man who spurred me into becoming a Fighty fighty person, is the one who's help drown me in a pool of insignificance. I was one of his many hostages, and only did the feeling of his thumbtack chair clashing against my cranium free me from my captivity. Consequently, it led to my defeat. I'll never forget the sight of Matthew Oliviera's sneer, as his comrade sent me through a third and final table via the Death Metal. "
"I haven't forgotten the scars, and I'll always remember the sight of my false hero towering over my bloodied carcass."
Dom's grin vanishes, being replaced with a quick grimace. The Californian lifts his leg up before driving it into the chair, knocking it over, releasing some of his pent up rage. After taking a breath, he plods toward the turnbuckles, before seating, and perching himself in the corner, much like the Genius himself. He rests dormant for a moment, before his enmity surfaces again.
"I was a fool to believe Matthew Oliveira was my hero, because they don't exist. They are frauds. And it's about time all you vermin pulled your heads out his anus. He doesn't give a damn about you; your cheers and approval mean nothing. He's a phony, a damn fake, and deep down, he knows I'm right. You've all been deceived. Beneath that cloak of buffoonery resides a pitiful human being, undeserving of my mercy. Under his tongue is mischief and vanity, so I must close that mouth full of deceit and fraud."
"Before you freed me from the prison in my mind, now Matthew, you will once again liberate me. Tonight Matthew Oliveira, you will be introduced to the concept of being wrong. All the agony, the anger, the rage, my pent up fury, it will all be unleashed upon you tonight in a violent warpath, and there will be no evasion, no escape!"
Dominik outstretches his arms in a familiar crucifix pose before uttering his final comments.
"The fans may bring the weapons, but I'm bringing the pain. They know I'm right, I know I'm right, but the question remains..."
Do You Know?
End of Thread
