Post by Dominik Santiago on Jun 25, 2011 22:03:25 GMT -5
The following takes place after the Bloodshed Hangman's Horror Match
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Charlie Coors stands backstage, his face beaming with anticipation, as he tightly clutches a GHW microphone. After a brief moment, the Lord of the Flies himself saunters into camera view, still concealed in crimson mask and flaunting the battle scars of his hellacious bout with Freddy Muerte, and brandishing his Thumbtack Chair, tacks painted with the blood and flesh of its newest victim. As Dom looks to move onward, Coors reaches out, attempting to get a few words from the Californian.
Coors: "Dom! "
Santiago's eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes a deep breath and turns to face Coors who doesn't back down, or show the signs of being intimidated as usual.
"Just trying to get your thoughts. You've catapulted yourself into the H-Games Final at Red, White and Bruised, and are one step closer to winning the King of the Deathmatch title."
Santiago wipes some of the blood from his face...
Dominik: "...one more, the liberator of the zombies, the controller of GHW's future, and the leader of Legion has made good on his promises. Once again I have carried out the visions of Legion by driving someone's head into the canvas until his body became inanimate. Only this time, I hung the sacrificial lamb from a noose as a symbol of my dominance. Freddy Muerte stands for the current state of GHW. At Red, White, and Bruised when I win the King of the Deathmatch title, it will be the first phase in GHW's rebirth!"
Santiago takes a deep breath, before cracking a self-gratified smirk.
"That brings me to Shawn Dreamer and Nicholas Carson; one my pupil, tag team partner and one of two people who hold my vision and ideals, and the other, a masochistic, mentally ill, inbred cretin. My disposition is not dependent upon my opponent. If I must meet Shawn Dreamer, may the best Legion member win. If I meet Nicholas Carson, prepare to be beaten into a bloody pulp, and be beaten until you lie on the bed of oblivion. "
"Prepare for the fight of your life come RWB. And trust me, we won't be alone, I'm bringing company."
The Lord of the Flies points the end of the Thumbtack Chair at the camera before storming off, probably to his lockeroom to clean himself off and prepare to watch the Main Event later.
"Well there you have it, strong words from one Dominik Santiago, a superstar never afraid to voice his opinion."
End of Thread
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Charlie Coors stands backstage, his face beaming with anticipation, as he tightly clutches a GHW microphone. After a brief moment, the Lord of the Flies himself saunters into camera view, still concealed in crimson mask and flaunting the battle scars of his hellacious bout with Freddy Muerte, and brandishing his Thumbtack Chair, tacks painted with the blood and flesh of its newest victim. As Dom looks to move onward, Coors reaches out, attempting to get a few words from the Californian.
Coors: "Dom! "
Santiago's eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes a deep breath and turns to face Coors who doesn't back down, or show the signs of being intimidated as usual.
"Just trying to get your thoughts. You've catapulted yourself into the H-Games Final at Red, White and Bruised, and are one step closer to winning the King of the Deathmatch title."
Santiago wipes some of the blood from his face...
Dominik: "...one more, the liberator of the zombies, the controller of GHW's future, and the leader of Legion has made good on his promises. Once again I have carried out the visions of Legion by driving someone's head into the canvas until his body became inanimate. Only this time, I hung the sacrificial lamb from a noose as a symbol of my dominance. Freddy Muerte stands for the current state of GHW. At Red, White, and Bruised when I win the King of the Deathmatch title, it will be the first phase in GHW's rebirth!"
Santiago takes a deep breath, before cracking a self-gratified smirk.
"That brings me to Shawn Dreamer and Nicholas Carson; one my pupil, tag team partner and one of two people who hold my vision and ideals, and the other, a masochistic, mentally ill, inbred cretin. My disposition is not dependent upon my opponent. If I must meet Shawn Dreamer, may the best Legion member win. If I meet Nicholas Carson, prepare to be beaten into a bloody pulp, and be beaten until you lie on the bed of oblivion. "
"Prepare for the fight of your life come RWB. And trust me, we won't be alone, I'm bringing company."
The Lord of the Flies points the end of the Thumbtack Chair at the camera before storming off, probably to his lockeroom to clean himself off and prepare to watch the Main Event later.
"Well there you have it, strong words from one Dominik Santiago, a superstar never afraid to voice his opinion."
End of Thread
