Post by Dominik Santiago on Apr 12, 2012 13:49:10 GMT -5
Dominik Santiago has had a roller coaster career, filled with storied rivalries, five star matches, and devastating losses. Nothing however compares to what happened at Blood Runs Cold. The Assassin had his most prized possession, the GHW Championship, the only thing that gave meaning to his very existence snatched away from him. In the blink of an eye, in an unjust manner. His hard work and dedication all torn away from him in a manner of seconds. Some might say it was karma, or the universe policing itself. The former champion didn't see it that way. In his eyes, it was nothing more than the biggest screwjob in GHW's history. A robbery, by a scoundrel fueled by his greed, and jealousy. Many people say the greater the rise, the greater the fall. For years people have been calling for the plight of one Dominik Santiago, and after the travesty that transpired at Blood Runs Cold, it looked like that very thing had come to fruition. No one had seen the aforementioned Lord of the Flies... well until now. Its Total Carnage, the main event is moments from getting underway, and we find the surefire Hall of Famer seated in his lockeroom. Fresh off a vacation, Dominik Santiago has returned to the place it all started, lacing his untied boots, preparing himself to write another chapter in the book between he, and the GHW Champion, Ryan Hughes.
Dom: "I've taken a sabbatical, a long month to think long and hard about what's about to happen in this arena, in that squared hell we call a ring. And I've come to a satisfying conclusion. Tonight Ryan Hughes is going to get my best, and for that I cannot be held responsible for what I'm going to do to him. If Ryan Hughes is the karma police, then I am the Public Enemy, screaming fuck the 5-0. Heavy is the head that wears the crown Mr. Hughes, so to help clear the weight for you, I'm going to kick your cranium straight off your shoulders. I'm going to bend your extremities far beyond their limits, then break them. And its going to be slow... so I can savor the raw emotions. Your grimaces, your wincing, your writhing in pain, I'm going to savor it all. You're going to realize that what you did at Dawn of Destruction will be the biggest mistake you've ever made. I'm going to make you come to that realization, because you know I can."
The Assassin begins wrapping his wrists with white tape, something he adopted from Matthew Oliveira.
"What happened at Dawn of Destruction wasn't karma restoring order, it wasn't revenge either. It was fear and paranoia; a fear that you had become irrelevant, and that I was the unequivocal top dog. Nothing has changed since then Hughes. Look around you. You're still irrelevant. You're still not a must see champion. In the month that I've been absent, everything has gone to shambles. Grimey C. Whiskey has been future endeavored. Arenas are no longer selling out anymore. Triumph ratings have plummeted. Hell, even the Fighty fighty persons are barely showing up to work anymore. And the reason... you're just not the type of champion anyone can rally around. And deep down, its killing you Ryan. I know you better than anyone. I know whats ticking inside the time bomb of yours. I've acquired this knowledge through the plethora of times I've made you yelp in agony, and beg for mercy. You're a coward, always have been, always will be. What you did to me at Dawn of Destruction was just another act of cowardice."
Dominik leans away from the camera, grabbing a bottle of water. He takes a quick drink, quenching his thirst, intimating such through a long exhale. The remains are poured over his head, drenching his blond hair. Water cascades from his dome, down his face, and crashes to the floor. He briefly sits there in silence, his head titled askew, knuckles being cracked as they sit across his lap. After the momentary pause he rises from the seat.
"What I've done to you in the past Hughes will pale in comparison to tonight. You're not the champion Ryan. Your name might have been called at the end of Dawn of Destruction, and you may be toting the GHW Championship around, but you're not the champion. Whether you think you are is of no consequence anyway. All that matters is that you're going to understand that what you did to me may have given you a good feeling for a couple of weeks, but its going to end tonight, in a prolonged juncture of torture..."
"Hughes, you speak of karma, but I don't believe in it. I believe in people creating their own destiny. You took matters, you took fate into your own hands last month, and succeeded in vindicating your pathetic career, and avenging the lowest point of your life, last year at Red, White and Bruised. But all that satisfaction will be short lived after tonight, because if the so called karma police came and arrested me, the sirens will surely be ringing tonight, because I know if there's something called good karma, there's definitely some bad karma. So the very thing that happened to me last month, is going to happen to you. The police will be knocking on your door Hughes. You'll be detained, handcuffed, take a ride in the back of the wagon, and be mug-shotted. And that mug shot will be me standing over your battered carcass with my hand raised in the air, and my GHW Championship returned back to its rightful place...around my waist."
The Assassin begins to smile, the same cocksure smirk he's be known for during his entire, illustrious career.
"But then again if you ask me Hughesy, there's no such thing as karma... just Dominik Santiago and Ryan Hughes meeting face to face, and you know from experience how that usually ends..."
"...with an SKO, me leaving victorious, and you sulking over another monumental failure."
End of Thread
Dom: "I've taken a sabbatical, a long month to think long and hard about what's about to happen in this arena, in that squared hell we call a ring. And I've come to a satisfying conclusion. Tonight Ryan Hughes is going to get my best, and for that I cannot be held responsible for what I'm going to do to him. If Ryan Hughes is the karma police, then I am the Public Enemy, screaming fuck the 5-0. Heavy is the head that wears the crown Mr. Hughes, so to help clear the weight for you, I'm going to kick your cranium straight off your shoulders. I'm going to bend your extremities far beyond their limits, then break them. And its going to be slow... so I can savor the raw emotions. Your grimaces, your wincing, your writhing in pain, I'm going to savor it all. You're going to realize that what you did at Dawn of Destruction will be the biggest mistake you've ever made. I'm going to make you come to that realization, because you know I can."
The Assassin begins wrapping his wrists with white tape, something he adopted from Matthew Oliveira.
"What happened at Dawn of Destruction wasn't karma restoring order, it wasn't revenge either. It was fear and paranoia; a fear that you had become irrelevant, and that I was the unequivocal top dog. Nothing has changed since then Hughes. Look around you. You're still irrelevant. You're still not a must see champion. In the month that I've been absent, everything has gone to shambles. Grimey C. Whiskey has been future endeavored. Arenas are no longer selling out anymore. Triumph ratings have plummeted. Hell, even the Fighty fighty persons are barely showing up to work anymore. And the reason... you're just not the type of champion anyone can rally around. And deep down, its killing you Ryan. I know you better than anyone. I know whats ticking inside the time bomb of yours. I've acquired this knowledge through the plethora of times I've made you yelp in agony, and beg for mercy. You're a coward, always have been, always will be. What you did to me at Dawn of Destruction was just another act of cowardice."
Dominik leans away from the camera, grabbing a bottle of water. He takes a quick drink, quenching his thirst, intimating such through a long exhale. The remains are poured over his head, drenching his blond hair. Water cascades from his dome, down his face, and crashes to the floor. He briefly sits there in silence, his head titled askew, knuckles being cracked as they sit across his lap. After the momentary pause he rises from the seat.
"What I've done to you in the past Hughes will pale in comparison to tonight. You're not the champion Ryan. Your name might have been called at the end of Dawn of Destruction, and you may be toting the GHW Championship around, but you're not the champion. Whether you think you are is of no consequence anyway. All that matters is that you're going to understand that what you did to me may have given you a good feeling for a couple of weeks, but its going to end tonight, in a prolonged juncture of torture..."
"Hughes, you speak of karma, but I don't believe in it. I believe in people creating their own destiny. You took matters, you took fate into your own hands last month, and succeeded in vindicating your pathetic career, and avenging the lowest point of your life, last year at Red, White and Bruised. But all that satisfaction will be short lived after tonight, because if the so called karma police came and arrested me, the sirens will surely be ringing tonight, because I know if there's something called good karma, there's definitely some bad karma. So the very thing that happened to me last month, is going to happen to you. The police will be knocking on your door Hughes. You'll be detained, handcuffed, take a ride in the back of the wagon, and be mug-shotted. And that mug shot will be me standing over your battered carcass with my hand raised in the air, and my GHW Championship returned back to its rightful place...around my waist."
The Assassin begins to smile, the same cocksure smirk he's be known for during his entire, illustrious career.
"But then again if you ask me Hughesy, there's no such thing as karma... just Dominik Santiago and Ryan Hughes meeting face to face, and you know from experience how that usually ends..."
"...with an SKO, me leaving victorious, and you sulking over another monumental failure."
End of Thread
