Post by Dominik Santiago on Oct 25, 2011 0:56:28 GMT -5
The opening credits to Tuesday Night Triumph are just finishing, the audience members packing the arena seating themselves as the arena platform suddenly erupts, getting the spectators with an array of pyrotechnic explosions. The cameras cut around the spectrum to gauge the reaction of the patrons; the crowd was already intense, and the arena was already brimming with electricity and excitement. They then cut to the commentary table, where Al Mulligan and Charlie Coors prepare themselves to address the viewers at home.
"Welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph Ladies and Gentlemen, fresh off one of the greatest spectacles in sports entertainment history. I'm talking about Full Circle!"
"Indeed Colin. We crowned new Tag Team Champions, Freddie McGavin won the Golden Ticket... and of course you know the big story...you didn't think he could do it did you?"
"Of course one can't forget the "highlight" of the evening, and yes I admit I was skeptical but alas the Undisputed Champion was crowned in the Main Event.
"And he'll be addressing us momentarily. I can't wait!"
Meanwhile in the ring stands Charlie Coors, tucking cue cards in his pocket, whilst raising his microphone to his lips to address the audience.
"Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring, the Undisputed GHW Champion... DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"
The joyous atmosphere becomes tainted with abhorrence; jeers and boos fill the sold out arena as "Ugly" by the Exies bursts through the speakers. As the velvet curtains part and sway, and the aforementioned superstar, and man of the hour emerges, the crowd's detestation intensifies. A condescending smirk emerges on the Californian's mug, as he gazes out into the outskirts of the venue all the while absorbing the hatred of the Bostonians. The Assassin dawns a Polo Ralph Lauren three buttoned striped suit, with a lean silhouette, short rise and narrowed lapel, tailored with extra-fine worsted wool -looking quite debonair. The belt he had won two nights ago in a grueling contest, the Tyrant's Roulette, is clutched in his right hand, while the KOTDM championship rests in his left. Much to the chagrin of the audience, he brings the Undisputed Title to his face, caressing the centerpiece with his lips, before raising the King of Deathmatches Title and doing the same. Afterward he raises both championships pridefully into the air, the limelight reflecting off the gold as the gesture elicits a chorus of boos which cause his cocksure grin to widen on his face. Satisfied by the response, he plods down the ramp, showing signs of injuries sustained in light of his tremendous feat.
"Despite the fact that I loathe this man, you've got to give credit where credit is due."
"That's right. He beat three men in one night to forever cement his place in GHW history, and he went through hell and high water to do it!"
"And a heartbreaker for many, as it was the end of a historic reign for Hayden Hardkore who-"
"Don't ruin this occasion Colin. The bottom line is the Lord of the Flies is the king of mountain once again!"
Dominik gradually climbs the stairs, demonstrating half strut, half plod, as each clang reminds him of the metaphorical stairs he had to ascend to reach the pinnacle of GHW. Upon reaching the top, he wipes his feet along the apron before slowly ducking through the middle and top rope. He beckons Coors over to him, taking the mic from the long time staff member's clutches before draping his championships over his broad shoulders. The music begins to fade, as if had not already been drowned out by the furious crowd. He adjusts his collar before raising the microphone, speaking in his usual confident, cocky tone.
"Being me never felt so better..."
Dominik stops to reflect his comment, already garnishing a substantial amount of boos. Santiago takes a breath for a moment, waiting for the noise level to diminish to a respectable level before continuing.
"On the night of October 2nd, 2011, I put my mind, soul, and body on the line against three superstars. I had waived my right to name a stipulation, I had relinquished my power to add an advantage in my favor. In doing this, I was in an unfavorable position, and though it was self-imposed, the odds were stacked up against me. I was bound to they're decrees, they're regulations, they're rules, I played by they're games. And I overcame them all. I pinned Hayden Hardkore in the middle of the ring...I made Mighty Man Millson tap out...and I sealed Jaggeroth in a casket. "
"I did that which was deemed impossible for me. I proved all you skeptics, and all you doubters wrong yet still you don't give me the respect I deserve. You people owe me a standing ovation! And I want it right now!"
The sounds of clapping and adulation do not pierce the champ's eardrums. Instead his demands warrant more heat from the crowd. He shakes his head with slight frustration before speaking again.
"Deep down I knew you incompetents wouldn't give me the plaudits, and the praise that I'm entitled to. Your incapable of it, due to the elements that make up your pathetic behavior. Its only in your nature as imperfect, flawed people, that you detest people who achieve things you couldn't imagine of doing. You can't control the fact that you naturally dislike people who are more successful than you. You can't help but despise, envy and resent people who are superior to you."
"And I am your superior. In fact I'm superior to those who preceded me, and even superior to those who will come after. Do you understand what I am articulating right now? I am the first, and only Undisputed GHW Champion in history! Can you even fathom what the magnitude such an accomplishment holds? Of course you can't, your witless twits, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. It means I am the greatest superstar in professional wrestling, no on the face of this godforsaken earth, no of all time. It means I'm a better athlete, and champion than my predecessors. It means I'm the perfect Fighty fighty person, and an immaculate man in a cess-pool full of blemished beings."
Surrounded by a fog of antipathy, Dominik makes his way to the nearest corner. He slowly begins to mount the turnbuckle, grimacing throughout the entirety of his climb. Upon reaching the very top, his finger protrudes, commencing to point out into the stands.
"Turn to the cretin on your left, they're inferior. The mongoloid on your right, inferior. The imbecile behind you, and the simpleton in front, both inferior. Point to yourself, yes you are inferior. Your mother is inferior. Your siblings are inferior. Your family is inferior. You schmucks in the cheap seats are inferior. You retards who feel important because you paid for overpriced, expensive section, you are inferior. You overweight, uncoordinated, un-intelligent slobs sitting at home and the waste of sperm offspring living and yet to be born, are inferior. The wannabees and has-beens in the back, you curtain jerkers, and jobbing fucktards watching on your little monitors, you are inferior. But don't feel bad. Put your chins up, hold them up high knowing that had it not been for you being so pathetic, I wouldn't be standing here right now. If it weren't for you sucking so hard, I wouldn't be the quintessential champion..."
"But then I can't give you all the credit..."
The arrogant, pompous champion pulls himself down from the corner, brushing his blond hair back and scoffing to himself as he backpedals into the center of the squared circle.
"Most importantly I have to thank Hayden, Millson and Jaggeroth, three of the quote most "electrifying", "talented", "superstars" in this industry. I am forever indebted to you for falling before my might. Your defeat at my hands will forever live on in infamy, as the night, Dominik Santiago proved, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is the greatest man alive and that no other creature will amount to him. And equally as important, that Dominik Santiago is the EVOLUTION OF WRESTLING! Bravo guys, bravo."
The Assassin suddenly rolls out of the ring, slowly marching up the ramp as the crowd continues to boo. When he reaches the apex, he turns to the spectators, glimpsing at the KOTDM champion, and then the GHW Championship, before addressing them.
"Consider yourselves lucky to be in my presence, for you are unworthy. Consider yourselves fortunate to breathe the same air as me, because you are unworthy. But most importantly, remember that you pale in comparison to one man, and one man only. And that is your homo-superior, the larger than life itself superstar, your favorite Fighty fighty person's favorite Fighty fighty person, the one you envy, the first, only, and rightful Undisputed Champion...DOMINIK FUCKING SANTIAGO!!!"
"Ugly" rumbles back onto the P.A. system; in the interim, the egomaniac champion removes his prestigious titles from his shoulders before posing in a crucifix, a belt resting in each hand in a sight that drives the crowd madder than they were during his pretentious tirade.
"This is the face of GHW. Its an ugly one."
"Its beautiful. He may indeed be the greatest of all time Colin, and only time will tell and right now, the time is now and now is Santiago. Let the 'Age of the Assassin' begin."
"And may God help us all."
End of Thread.
"Welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph Ladies and Gentlemen, fresh off one of the greatest spectacles in sports entertainment history. I'm talking about Full Circle!"
"Indeed Colin. We crowned new Tag Team Champions, Freddie McGavin won the Golden Ticket... and of course you know the big story...you didn't think he could do it did you?"
"Of course one can't forget the "highlight" of the evening, and yes I admit I was skeptical but alas the Undisputed Champion was crowned in the Main Event.
"And he'll be addressing us momentarily. I can't wait!"
Meanwhile in the ring stands Charlie Coors, tucking cue cards in his pocket, whilst raising his microphone to his lips to address the audience.
"Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring, the Undisputed GHW Champion... DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"
The joyous atmosphere becomes tainted with abhorrence; jeers and boos fill the sold out arena as "Ugly" by the Exies bursts through the speakers. As the velvet curtains part and sway, and the aforementioned superstar, and man of the hour emerges, the crowd's detestation intensifies. A condescending smirk emerges on the Californian's mug, as he gazes out into the outskirts of the venue all the while absorbing the hatred of the Bostonians. The Assassin dawns a Polo Ralph Lauren three buttoned striped suit, with a lean silhouette, short rise and narrowed lapel, tailored with extra-fine worsted wool -looking quite debonair. The belt he had won two nights ago in a grueling contest, the Tyrant's Roulette, is clutched in his right hand, while the KOTDM championship rests in his left. Much to the chagrin of the audience, he brings the Undisputed Title to his face, caressing the centerpiece with his lips, before raising the King of Deathmatches Title and doing the same. Afterward he raises both championships pridefully into the air, the limelight reflecting off the gold as the gesture elicits a chorus of boos which cause his cocksure grin to widen on his face. Satisfied by the response, he plods down the ramp, showing signs of injuries sustained in light of his tremendous feat.
"Despite the fact that I loathe this man, you've got to give credit where credit is due."
"That's right. He beat three men in one night to forever cement his place in GHW history, and he went through hell and high water to do it!"
"And a heartbreaker for many, as it was the end of a historic reign for Hayden Hardkore who-"
"Don't ruin this occasion Colin. The bottom line is the Lord of the Flies is the king of mountain once again!"
Dominik gradually climbs the stairs, demonstrating half strut, half plod, as each clang reminds him of the metaphorical stairs he had to ascend to reach the pinnacle of GHW. Upon reaching the top, he wipes his feet along the apron before slowly ducking through the middle and top rope. He beckons Coors over to him, taking the mic from the long time staff member's clutches before draping his championships over his broad shoulders. The music begins to fade, as if had not already been drowned out by the furious crowd. He adjusts his collar before raising the microphone, speaking in his usual confident, cocky tone.
"Being me never felt so better..."
Dominik stops to reflect his comment, already garnishing a substantial amount of boos. Santiago takes a breath for a moment, waiting for the noise level to diminish to a respectable level before continuing.
"On the night of October 2nd, 2011, I put my mind, soul, and body on the line against three superstars. I had waived my right to name a stipulation, I had relinquished my power to add an advantage in my favor. In doing this, I was in an unfavorable position, and though it was self-imposed, the odds were stacked up against me. I was bound to they're decrees, they're regulations, they're rules, I played by they're games. And I overcame them all. I pinned Hayden Hardkore in the middle of the ring...I made Mighty Man Millson tap out...and I sealed Jaggeroth in a casket. "
"I did that which was deemed impossible for me. I proved all you skeptics, and all you doubters wrong yet still you don't give me the respect I deserve. You people owe me a standing ovation! And I want it right now!"
The sounds of clapping and adulation do not pierce the champ's eardrums. Instead his demands warrant more heat from the crowd. He shakes his head with slight frustration before speaking again.
"Deep down I knew you incompetents wouldn't give me the plaudits, and the praise that I'm entitled to. Your incapable of it, due to the elements that make up your pathetic behavior. Its only in your nature as imperfect, flawed people, that you detest people who achieve things you couldn't imagine of doing. You can't control the fact that you naturally dislike people who are more successful than you. You can't help but despise, envy and resent people who are superior to you."
"And I am your superior. In fact I'm superior to those who preceded me, and even superior to those who will come after. Do you understand what I am articulating right now? I am the first, and only Undisputed GHW Champion in history! Can you even fathom what the magnitude such an accomplishment holds? Of course you can't, your witless twits, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. It means I am the greatest superstar in professional wrestling, no on the face of this godforsaken earth, no of all time. It means I'm a better athlete, and champion than my predecessors. It means I'm the perfect Fighty fighty person, and an immaculate man in a cess-pool full of blemished beings."
Surrounded by a fog of antipathy, Dominik makes his way to the nearest corner. He slowly begins to mount the turnbuckle, grimacing throughout the entirety of his climb. Upon reaching the very top, his finger protrudes, commencing to point out into the stands.
"Turn to the cretin on your left, they're inferior. The mongoloid on your right, inferior. The imbecile behind you, and the simpleton in front, both inferior. Point to yourself, yes you are inferior. Your mother is inferior. Your siblings are inferior. Your family is inferior. You schmucks in the cheap seats are inferior. You retards who feel important because you paid for overpriced, expensive section, you are inferior. You overweight, uncoordinated, un-intelligent slobs sitting at home and the waste of sperm offspring living and yet to be born, are inferior. The wannabees and has-beens in the back, you curtain jerkers, and jobbing fucktards watching on your little monitors, you are inferior. But don't feel bad. Put your chins up, hold them up high knowing that had it not been for you being so pathetic, I wouldn't be standing here right now. If it weren't for you sucking so hard, I wouldn't be the quintessential champion..."
"But then I can't give you all the credit..."
The arrogant, pompous champion pulls himself down from the corner, brushing his blond hair back and scoffing to himself as he backpedals into the center of the squared circle.
"Most importantly I have to thank Hayden, Millson and Jaggeroth, three of the quote most "electrifying", "talented", "superstars" in this industry. I am forever indebted to you for falling before my might. Your defeat at my hands will forever live on in infamy, as the night, Dominik Santiago proved, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is the greatest man alive and that no other creature will amount to him. And equally as important, that Dominik Santiago is the EVOLUTION OF WRESTLING! Bravo guys, bravo."
The Assassin suddenly rolls out of the ring, slowly marching up the ramp as the crowd continues to boo. When he reaches the apex, he turns to the spectators, glimpsing at the KOTDM champion, and then the GHW Championship, before addressing them.
"Consider yourselves lucky to be in my presence, for you are unworthy. Consider yourselves fortunate to breathe the same air as me, because you are unworthy. But most importantly, remember that you pale in comparison to one man, and one man only. And that is your homo-superior, the larger than life itself superstar, your favorite Fighty fighty person's favorite Fighty fighty person, the one you envy, the first, only, and rightful Undisputed Champion...DOMINIK FUCKING SANTIAGO!!!"
"Ugly" rumbles back onto the P.A. system; in the interim, the egomaniac champion removes his prestigious titles from his shoulders before posing in a crucifix, a belt resting in each hand in a sight that drives the crowd madder than they were during his pretentious tirade.
"This is the face of GHW. Its an ugly one."
"Its beautiful. He may indeed be the greatest of all time Colin, and only time will tell and right now, the time is now and now is Santiago. Let the 'Age of the Assassin' begin."
"And may God help us all."
End of Thread.
