Post by Skull on Mar 15, 2011 14:52:50 GMT -5
Just a few hours before Total Carnage, Charlie Coors stands in the parking lot, hoping to get interviews with the stars on GHW as they arrive in the building. He finds his first target when a car pulls in and parks just a few metres away from him. To Coors' surprise, the man that steps out of the car is "The Pureblood" Skull who had been MIA since Tuesday Night Triumph. The interviewer hurries over to the mysterious Fighty fighty person and quickly bombards him with questions.
"Skull! I wasn’t sure if you would show tonight, what happened on Tuesday? You were supposed to finally face Dominik Santiago but you were nowhere to be found, causing Smarky to change the main event and move your match with Dom to tonight. Where were you?"
"Where was I? I was everywhere, Charlie. I was all over the place. You see this whole thing started not this Tuesday but last Tuesday. I was all out for revenge against The Legion and I had my chance to get my hands on Shawn Dreamer. But something went wrong, Charlie. Something went cataclysmically wrong because I lost. And I wracked my brains, I looked and looked for an answer or a reason, I even asked a magic 8 ball. Do you know what it said, Charlie? Outlook so so. Even the universe couldn’t explain why he beat me. And then something happened. I got a phone call from Smarky and he told me that on the very next TNT, I’d get my shot at Santiago. Do you know what I felt, Coors? Was it excitement, joy, relief, satisfaction? No. It was dread, apprehension, fear and anxiety. You see, Dominik Santiago is a master orator, a master of mind games. With his silver tongue he’s created a climate of fear around himself. People see him as an unstoppable warrior, an assassin. To step in the ring with him is to come face to face with death, and then succumb to it. I’d bought into his propaganda. Without even realising, I’d allowed it to subconsciously infect my mind. Maybe this why I lost to Dreamer, because I knew that if I beat Dreamer I’d be one step closer to Dom and in the back of my mind, that’s what I feared the most. I’d allowed him to convince me that I couldn’t beat him. I almost felt like I deserved the beating he gave me at Dawn of Destruction, because he was higher up the food chain than me and I was lucky to be left alive, to not have my career ended right there."
"But you won’t be getting in my mind anymore Dom. I went away to clear my head, to find myself, to re-ignite the beast inside me. It occurred to me that I’d gone soft recently, and we can’t have that can we? Tonight Dom, you’re going for a ride. I’m giving you a one way ticket straight to Hell and you’re gonna travel there in style, first class, on the Coffin Cruise."
(EOT unless anyone has something to add)
"Skull! I wasn’t sure if you would show tonight, what happened on Tuesday? You were supposed to finally face Dominik Santiago but you were nowhere to be found, causing Smarky to change the main event and move your match with Dom to tonight. Where were you?"
"Where was I? I was everywhere, Charlie. I was all over the place. You see this whole thing started not this Tuesday but last Tuesday. I was all out for revenge against The Legion and I had my chance to get my hands on Shawn Dreamer. But something went wrong, Charlie. Something went cataclysmically wrong because I lost. And I wracked my brains, I looked and looked for an answer or a reason, I even asked a magic 8 ball. Do you know what it said, Charlie? Outlook so so. Even the universe couldn’t explain why he beat me. And then something happened. I got a phone call from Smarky and he told me that on the very next TNT, I’d get my shot at Santiago. Do you know what I felt, Coors? Was it excitement, joy, relief, satisfaction? No. It was dread, apprehension, fear and anxiety. You see, Dominik Santiago is a master orator, a master of mind games. With his silver tongue he’s created a climate of fear around himself. People see him as an unstoppable warrior, an assassin. To step in the ring with him is to come face to face with death, and then succumb to it. I’d bought into his propaganda. Without even realising, I’d allowed it to subconsciously infect my mind. Maybe this why I lost to Dreamer, because I knew that if I beat Dreamer I’d be one step closer to Dom and in the back of my mind, that’s what I feared the most. I’d allowed him to convince me that I couldn’t beat him. I almost felt like I deserved the beating he gave me at Dawn of Destruction, because he was higher up the food chain than me and I was lucky to be left alive, to not have my career ended right there."
"But you won’t be getting in my mind anymore Dom. I went away to clear my head, to find myself, to re-ignite the beast inside me. It occurred to me that I’d gone soft recently, and we can’t have that can we? Tonight Dom, you’re going for a ride. I’m giving you a one way ticket straight to Hell and you’re gonna travel there in style, first class, on the Coffin Cruise."
(EOT unless anyone has something to add)