Post by Hayden on Oct 6, 2011 21:15:54 GMT -5
The black screen first shows a single white dot in the center of the darkness. The dot grows and grows, until the entire screen is filled with an image of Hayden’s familiar face. He looks down the lens, emotionless and without a hint of a smile. His staring, unblinking face looks as if it were a still photograph, up until the point that his lips begin moving.
”Bullies and thugs.”[/i][/b]
The simple words echo around the arena like a gunshot, capturing the attention of the restless crowd. All of a sudden, the serious face of the Kiwi Battler cracks itself into a smile. He continues, a serious message being delivered with a slight hint of confidence and swagger.
”That is what this great place has been reduced to? Just bullies and thugs… Each with their own force to hide behind, their own group of henchmen and cronies to do their dirty work. And for what?
Supremacy, dominance?
Each wants to claim that they are the dominant force in GHW – Well, for that, you need a certain title.”[/i][/b]
The shot zooms out slightly to show the Kiwi Jackass seated on a simple stool in the center of a training ring. He wears a sleeveless training top, with a simple GHW logo on the lapel and light grey trackpants with the telltale triple stripe down the leg to signify the brand. Hayden pushes himself off the stool, standing to his feet as he launches into a new spiel, finally arriving at the destination that seals the point of his broadcast.
”Here I stand, ready to fight my way through what is essentially a glorified gauntlet of three of the businesses biggest names. Sounds difficult enough, right? Add to that the notion that behind each man stands an entourage of bloodthirsty goons, and you have a conundrum.
Jaggeroth and his psychotic Circus, ready to prey on the minds of all those who stand in their way...
Mighty Man Millson and his Outcasted team mates, ready to bitch and whine their way into the main event, perhaps maybe somehow stealing the belt out from under everybody’s noses…
And the eternal Dominik Santiago standing in the corner of the Legion – Declaring martial law on all he surveys.”[/i][/b]
Hayden motions from side to side as he mentions his three opponents, drawing attention to his views on the matter then moving on. With a shake of his head, Hayden is ready to stamp out the smouldering cigarette that is his competition. The Jackass launches into his final verbal assault.
”All three of these men would have you believe that they are the dominant force around these parts. The dye has been cast and the words have been tossed about. But the time for talking is done. The bottom line is this…
Until one of these men take the New Age Championship from my blood-riddled hands, dominance is but an empty word. They can spin all the stories and intimidate whoever they please, but this is the reality – There is ONE Undisputed Champion. One title to rule them all, and it does not belong to an Outcast, Legion or Circus-freak. One Champ to rule them all…”[/b][/i]
Hayden smiles into the camera as his rage wears off his face. With a knowing smile that only a true Champion can truly muster, Hayden utters his leaving words.
”Hayden HardKore, the Jackass - No affiliation.”[/b][/i]
With that, the screen shrinks down until it floats off into the abyss of the Titan Tron as the pin-prick of white light that it had begun. The time for talking done and the Kiwi ready to put his money where his mouth is.
”Bullies and thugs.”[/i][/b]
The simple words echo around the arena like a gunshot, capturing the attention of the restless crowd. All of a sudden, the serious face of the Kiwi Battler cracks itself into a smile. He continues, a serious message being delivered with a slight hint of confidence and swagger.
”That is what this great place has been reduced to? Just bullies and thugs… Each with their own force to hide behind, their own group of henchmen and cronies to do their dirty work. And for what?
Supremacy, dominance?
Each wants to claim that they are the dominant force in GHW – Well, for that, you need a certain title.”[/i][/b]
The shot zooms out slightly to show the Kiwi Jackass seated on a simple stool in the center of a training ring. He wears a sleeveless training top, with a simple GHW logo on the lapel and light grey trackpants with the telltale triple stripe down the leg to signify the brand. Hayden pushes himself off the stool, standing to his feet as he launches into a new spiel, finally arriving at the destination that seals the point of his broadcast.
”Here I stand, ready to fight my way through what is essentially a glorified gauntlet of three of the businesses biggest names. Sounds difficult enough, right? Add to that the notion that behind each man stands an entourage of bloodthirsty goons, and you have a conundrum.
Jaggeroth and his psychotic Circus, ready to prey on the minds of all those who stand in their way...
Mighty Man Millson and his Outcasted team mates, ready to bitch and whine their way into the main event, perhaps maybe somehow stealing the belt out from under everybody’s noses…
And the eternal Dominik Santiago standing in the corner of the Legion – Declaring martial law on all he surveys.”[/i][/b]
Hayden motions from side to side as he mentions his three opponents, drawing attention to his views on the matter then moving on. With a shake of his head, Hayden is ready to stamp out the smouldering cigarette that is his competition. The Jackass launches into his final verbal assault.
”All three of these men would have you believe that they are the dominant force around these parts. The dye has been cast and the words have been tossed about. But the time for talking is done. The bottom line is this…
Until one of these men take the New Age Championship from my blood-riddled hands, dominance is but an empty word. They can spin all the stories and intimidate whoever they please, but this is the reality – There is ONE Undisputed Champion. One title to rule them all, and it does not belong to an Outcast, Legion or Circus-freak. One Champ to rule them all…”[/b][/i]
Hayden smiles into the camera as his rage wears off his face. With a knowing smile that only a true Champion can truly muster, Hayden utters his leaving words.
”Hayden HardKore, the Jackass - No affiliation.”[/b][/i]
With that, the screen shrinks down until it floats off into the abyss of the Titan Tron as the pin-prick of white light that it had begun. The time for talking done and the Kiwi ready to put his money where his mouth is.
