Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Mar 24, 2010 11:35:19 GMT -5
The lights dim down several shade of light within the arena as Atreyu's "The Crimson" begins to slowly play through the PA System. The lights change into a shade of red, fans beginning to clap their hands to the opening rhythm.
*Boomp*, *Boomp*, *Boompboompboomp*
"I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize."
Martin Prince steps out from behind the curtains, dressed in a sleek black suit and messing up his hair slightly. He looks around at the surrounding crowd and smirks gracefully, walking down the ramp. Charlie Coors stands in the ring with a surprised expression on his face, clearly having not anticipated this moment at all. He raises the microphone up to his lips and immediately makes the call.
~ Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the former General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph. Martin Prince!"
The Hall of Famer struts down to the ring, high fiving several crowd members on his way down. Slowly having reached the end of the ramp, he goes for the steel steps immediately. Climbing up slowly, he bends the ropes and enters carefully for a perfect entrance.
"Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red--"
"The Crimson" is abruptly ended, the fans remain in silence as everything returns to their normal setting. The lights jump to life as they illuminate Martin in his full form. The fans still quiet, as Martin requests a microphone from Coors, who hands it over without question. The GHW Hall of Famer looks up at the crowd and considers his words slowly, raising the microphone up to his lips.
~ Colin Jennings
"I wonder what he has to say now?"
~ Big Al Mulligan
"Maybe if you shut up, we can find out-"
Ahem!
The two announcers are brought to silence.
~ Martin Prince
"So, I gave a retirement speech. Even handing over a prized possession into GHW's care, the very title that I had established in a federation that I, myself owned. Now I come back weeks later, inside the very ring I retired from. Ironic, is it not?"
The fans remain silent.
"You'd think that I would finally just stay the hell down and remain that way, because Martin Prince should finally hang up the boots. But there is no damn way that I, will remain down for good. Earlier on during the week, I had received a phone call from an anonymous call. This person had addressed himself as a representative of the estate of Gods and Heretics Wrestling. Humoring myself, I grudgingly decided to hear this fellow out.
To be completely honest with you, this man had interested. He said he would call me back later near the end of the week, in which I waited."
Martin lowers the microphone as a break for breath. He raises the microphone up to his lips once more.
"The stranger called back, although his identity was finally revealed to me. Metal Dragon, the individual whom I have been acquainted with for a few years from both during my early days in this place as well as in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling. Nonetheless, this man extended me an offer, in which to be honest I couldn't refuse. Which now brings me here, in the ring. All I can really say is, I don't give a crap about anything else right now, because I have been given the chance to return home. My rightful place is right here; in this very ring, in this very arena, being supported by you guy.. the people of GHW."
Martin lowers the microphone once more, seemingly done with his speech. The fans finally respond, delivering a powerful but emotional cheer. Many choruses of "Martin Prince" reverberate around the arena, but the one thing that drives the fans crazy is the very smile of the Legend. The single smile that sparked an arena full of cheers.
"It seems the legendary hero has returned home to GHW, having gone on hiatus after his tremendous match with former Owner of GHW, Xantaxm."
"But what can we expect from this aging bastard, I mean, he's been through hell and all. We can't expect much more action from him."
Martin Prince makes for the ropes, having returned the microphone to Charlie Coors. However, The Atlantan is stopped dead in his tracks as the lights fade to complete darkness. The crowd still making noise in fear and in excitement. The lights spring to life as a second figure is seen in the ring, a face painted figure with a title belt held tightly in his hand. The unknown figure raises his head to face Martin, whom steps back strategically. The fans continue cheering as Winthorp Darkrites stands in the ring, with the EVPW Dragon's Rage title held in his hands. The two powerful figures stare at each other vividly, neither breaking the chain of gaze.
"No way, this man hasn't been seen ever since his victory at Gods vs. Heretics III. The former GHW World Champion and KOTDM Champion."
"I wonder why he'd bother to show his face around here, the bastard."
The Italian Goth steps towards Prince, dropping his title on the canvas as he closes in towards him. Martin raises his arms as a way of readying himself against what could be his foe. However, drops his arms as he watches Winthorp open his arms in a hug. Martin ponders for a few moments, wondering what The Goth's motive could be. Winthorp nods at Martin, stepping closer. The Goth wraps his arms around Martin in a brotherly hug, MP accepting the gesture and showing it in return. The crowd begin to cheer as the two most powerful figures in GHW return once more to the place they call home.
The two exit the ring, Martin in the lead as Winthorp raises his title above his head to the cheers of the crowd. Now standing on the stage, the two raise their arms to a still cheering crowd and walk into the back, leaving the fans cheering and a fade to commercial break.
EOT, just thought that I'd deliver a formal entrance of the two returning characters.
*Boomp*, *Boomp*, *Boompboompboomp*
"I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize."
Martin Prince steps out from behind the curtains, dressed in a sleek black suit and messing up his hair slightly. He looks around at the surrounding crowd and smirks gracefully, walking down the ramp. Charlie Coors stands in the ring with a surprised expression on his face, clearly having not anticipated this moment at all. He raises the microphone up to his lips and immediately makes the call.
~ Charlie Coors
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the former General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph. Martin Prince!"
The Hall of Famer struts down to the ring, high fiving several crowd members on his way down. Slowly having reached the end of the ramp, he goes for the steel steps immediately. Climbing up slowly, he bends the ropes and enters carefully for a perfect entrance.
"Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red--"
"The Crimson" is abruptly ended, the fans remain in silence as everything returns to their normal setting. The lights jump to life as they illuminate Martin in his full form. The fans still quiet, as Martin requests a microphone from Coors, who hands it over without question. The GHW Hall of Famer looks up at the crowd and considers his words slowly, raising the microphone up to his lips.
~ Colin Jennings
"I wonder what he has to say now?"
~ Big Al Mulligan
"Maybe if you shut up, we can find out-"
Ahem!
The two announcers are brought to silence.
~ Martin Prince
"So, I gave a retirement speech. Even handing over a prized possession into GHW's care, the very title that I had established in a federation that I, myself owned. Now I come back weeks later, inside the very ring I retired from. Ironic, is it not?"
The fans remain silent.
"You'd think that I would finally just stay the hell down and remain that way, because Martin Prince should finally hang up the boots. But there is no damn way that I, will remain down for good. Earlier on during the week, I had received a phone call from an anonymous call. This person had addressed himself as a representative of the estate of Gods and Heretics Wrestling. Humoring myself, I grudgingly decided to hear this fellow out.
To be completely honest with you, this man had interested. He said he would call me back later near the end of the week, in which I waited."
Martin lowers the microphone as a break for breath. He raises the microphone up to his lips once more.
"The stranger called back, although his identity was finally revealed to me. Metal Dragon, the individual whom I have been acquainted with for a few years from both during my early days in this place as well as in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling. Nonetheless, this man extended me an offer, in which to be honest I couldn't refuse. Which now brings me here, in the ring. All I can really say is, I don't give a crap about anything else right now, because I have been given the chance to return home. My rightful place is right here; in this very ring, in this very arena, being supported by you guy.. the people of GHW."
Martin lowers the microphone once more, seemingly done with his speech. The fans finally respond, delivering a powerful but emotional cheer. Many choruses of "Martin Prince" reverberate around the arena, but the one thing that drives the fans crazy is the very smile of the Legend. The single smile that sparked an arena full of cheers.
"It seems the legendary hero has returned home to GHW, having gone on hiatus after his tremendous match with former Owner of GHW, Xantaxm."
"But what can we expect from this aging bastard, I mean, he's been through hell and all. We can't expect much more action from him."
Martin Prince makes for the ropes, having returned the microphone to Charlie Coors. However, The Atlantan is stopped dead in his tracks as the lights fade to complete darkness. The crowd still making noise in fear and in excitement. The lights spring to life as a second figure is seen in the ring, a face painted figure with a title belt held tightly in his hand. The unknown figure raises his head to face Martin, whom steps back strategically. The fans continue cheering as Winthorp Darkrites stands in the ring, with the EVPW Dragon's Rage title held in his hands. The two powerful figures stare at each other vividly, neither breaking the chain of gaze.
"No way, this man hasn't been seen ever since his victory at Gods vs. Heretics III. The former GHW World Champion and KOTDM Champion."
"I wonder why he'd bother to show his face around here, the bastard."
The Italian Goth steps towards Prince, dropping his title on the canvas as he closes in towards him. Martin raises his arms as a way of readying himself against what could be his foe. However, drops his arms as he watches Winthorp open his arms in a hug. Martin ponders for a few moments, wondering what The Goth's motive could be. Winthorp nods at Martin, stepping closer. The Goth wraps his arms around Martin in a brotherly hug, MP accepting the gesture and showing it in return. The crowd begin to cheer as the two most powerful figures in GHW return once more to the place they call home.
The two exit the ring, Martin in the lead as Winthorp raises his title above his head to the cheers of the crowd. Now standing on the stage, the two raise their arms to a still cheering crowd and walk into the back, leaving the fans cheering and a fade to commercial break.
EOT, just thought that I'd deliver a formal entrance of the two returning characters.