Post by Dominik Santiago on Nov 11, 2011 23:19:07 GMT -5
"People hate what they can't become."
The Assassin marches onto the scene backstage, both his championships draped across his shoulders, meanwhile with an expression of exasperation on his face. Dominik glimpses at the King of the Deathmatch Title he successfully retained against Freebird McCoy, and the New Age Championship he won at Full Circle, before glaring straight into the camera lens, his cold-blue eyes squinted, as he begins to formulate words to express his frustration. Those words are then unleashed upon the ears of the patrons in attendance.
"Everyone wants me to fall. You're all against me. Every single one of you. From you waste of sperms filling these seats, to you incompetent fools in the lockeroom. But you know what the funny thing is, its those bastards at the top, signing people's paychecks that really don't want me to succeed. Shit travels. You think you can say something behind the scenes and in confidence but it always comes to light, and it always come to bite you in the ass. That's the funny thing about this industry. The fake people try to hide their fraudulence, but they're always found out. They're mannequins, and I can tell who's real and who's not. I can tell what's genuine and what isn't. I can tell when somebody looks at me, and really wants to be in my position. The people who shake your hand, they're shady in reality, so I keep antiseptic. And those ingrates who laugh at your jokes, and smile in your face, they're really plotting against you."
Dominik takes in a long breath to calm himself down; his chest had been pulsating, due to emotion which had been riled up. As things begin to cool out, the Undisputed Champion smiles his usual cocksure, supercilious grin, once again taking a gander at his two prestigious titles.
"I lost a lot of blood, and a lot of sweat to get these two championships, and nobody can take that away from me. I've earned everything I've ever gotten. Nothing has ever been handed to me in this business. I fought people tooth and nail. I've ended careers, and was nearly on the other side of the spectrum many times. And for what you say? Not for these fickle fans that turn on you in a heartbeat. Not to prove something to these depressing degenerates backstage. It was to prove something to myself. That I belonged. That I would make it in spite of people telling me I never would. Matthew Oliveira, Hayden Hardkore, Metal Dragon, Jake Diamond, they'll all tell you the mental and physical anguish they had to endure going through wars with me. That's because I've got something you people don't have and that's ambition. Half of these so called "Fighty fighty persons" in GHW don't possess any athletic ability, or charisma to warrant one to be the face of a company, yet they believe they should be standing in my shoes. There's a lot of never-will-bes and lifetime jobbers who think they should be holding these two championships, or think they should be contending, or main-eventing, or have their faces on pay-per-view merchandising, and this, that, and the third. Silver platters aren't handed to you, so you can stick that in your pipes in smoke it. "
"I'm the Undisputed Champion and I deserve to be, because there was a time not too long ago when I was not even considered as a viable challenger or contender. I deserve to hold all the gold, because I used to be looked down upon, and pitied. I deserve everything, because I've bled to get it. So fuck you! Every one of yous! Fuck you chumps in the back that are too scared to say how much you hate me to my face. Fuck you fans that boo me on a consistent basis, even though I'm the one man you spend your hard earned checks to see. And fuck management and all the administrators putting out bounties on my head in an effort to sabotage me. You can't stop me. I'm the greatest Fighty fighty person to have ever lived, and greater than those who'll succeed me. I'm the king of the mountain, the top of the food chain, and that's not changing any time soon."
"You people wish you were me, wish you were living my dream, but you're not, because you can't, because I'm Dominik Santiago Motherfuckers, and I'm better than you."
The Assassin pushes away the camera, and the feed goes to static.
End of Thread
The Assassin marches onto the scene backstage, both his championships draped across his shoulders, meanwhile with an expression of exasperation on his face. Dominik glimpses at the King of the Deathmatch Title he successfully retained against Freebird McCoy, and the New Age Championship he won at Full Circle, before glaring straight into the camera lens, his cold-blue eyes squinted, as he begins to formulate words to express his frustration. Those words are then unleashed upon the ears of the patrons in attendance.
"Everyone wants me to fall. You're all against me. Every single one of you. From you waste of sperms filling these seats, to you incompetent fools in the lockeroom. But you know what the funny thing is, its those bastards at the top, signing people's paychecks that really don't want me to succeed. Shit travels. You think you can say something behind the scenes and in confidence but it always comes to light, and it always come to bite you in the ass. That's the funny thing about this industry. The fake people try to hide their fraudulence, but they're always found out. They're mannequins, and I can tell who's real and who's not. I can tell what's genuine and what isn't. I can tell when somebody looks at me, and really wants to be in my position. The people who shake your hand, they're shady in reality, so I keep antiseptic. And those ingrates who laugh at your jokes, and smile in your face, they're really plotting against you."
Dominik takes in a long breath to calm himself down; his chest had been pulsating, due to emotion which had been riled up. As things begin to cool out, the Undisputed Champion smiles his usual cocksure, supercilious grin, once again taking a gander at his two prestigious titles.
"I lost a lot of blood, and a lot of sweat to get these two championships, and nobody can take that away from me. I've earned everything I've ever gotten. Nothing has ever been handed to me in this business. I fought people tooth and nail. I've ended careers, and was nearly on the other side of the spectrum many times. And for what you say? Not for these fickle fans that turn on you in a heartbeat. Not to prove something to these depressing degenerates backstage. It was to prove something to myself. That I belonged. That I would make it in spite of people telling me I never would. Matthew Oliveira, Hayden Hardkore, Metal Dragon, Jake Diamond, they'll all tell you the mental and physical anguish they had to endure going through wars with me. That's because I've got something you people don't have and that's ambition. Half of these so called "Fighty fighty persons" in GHW don't possess any athletic ability, or charisma to warrant one to be the face of a company, yet they believe they should be standing in my shoes. There's a lot of never-will-bes and lifetime jobbers who think they should be holding these two championships, or think they should be contending, or main-eventing, or have their faces on pay-per-view merchandising, and this, that, and the third. Silver platters aren't handed to you, so you can stick that in your pipes in smoke it. "
"I'm the Undisputed Champion and I deserve to be, because there was a time not too long ago when I was not even considered as a viable challenger or contender. I deserve to hold all the gold, because I used to be looked down upon, and pitied. I deserve everything, because I've bled to get it. So fuck you! Every one of yous! Fuck you chumps in the back that are too scared to say how much you hate me to my face. Fuck you fans that boo me on a consistent basis, even though I'm the one man you spend your hard earned checks to see. And fuck management and all the administrators putting out bounties on my head in an effort to sabotage me. You can't stop me. I'm the greatest Fighty fighty person to have ever lived, and greater than those who'll succeed me. I'm the king of the mountain, the top of the food chain, and that's not changing any time soon."
"You people wish you were me, wish you were living my dream, but you're not, because you can't, because I'm Dominik Santiago Motherfuckers, and I'm better than you."
The Assassin pushes away the camera, and the feed goes to static.
End of Thread