Post by Public Enemies on May 3, 2012 13:17:47 GMT -5
Episode 10
Live from ETIHAD STADIUM in Manchester, England!
Sponsored by: BP -- "Beyond Petroleum? More like beyond your wallet you fucking bum!"
-Thy Queendom Come-
The scene opens up to GHW stoner boy and backstage interviewer Charlie Coors standing in a corridor backstage, his sheepish smile on full display.
"Ladies and gentlemen joining me at this time is the very woman who made Total Carnage, and Kahlan, her bitch just a few days ago. And in doing so has some explaining to do. She is your princess.... Wolverina."
The lady in question steps into screen view, with the GHW Championship situated "regally" atop her right shoulder. The roar from the crowd watching on the honor tron is deafening, a mixture of cheers and jeers. She's switched up her attire from her normal jeans and t-shirt, to a pair of form fitting (not too tight but not too loose) black lined slacks, a camel brown cardigan fur collared jacket, with black blouse top underneath. To accessorize the classy and elegant attire, the Queen of Queens is sporting a gold necklace with a red vial attached, along with real diamond earrings danging from her precious ears. Of course, no Haven sighting would be complete without her million dollar highly dimpled smile, which so happens to be bigger and brighter tonight despite the still visible bruises and minor swelling from her war at Total Carnage.
"Thank you, Coors. I do have some things I need to get off my chest."
"You can start with your shirt, haha."
Charlie laughs at his little remark, as do the fans, but Miss Cassady is a little less jovial and does the universal eye roll of annoyance. Sensing some tension Charlie adjusts himself, remembering once upon a time this very same lady super kicked his face in. He begins to utter something but is cut off by the People's Princess.
"Are you non-high right now? Did Uncle Jamie finally start enforcing the random drug testing policy here at GHW, because usually when you interview me your eyes are blood shot red and instead of looking me in the eyes you seem to interview by breasts instead."
Coors belts out a guilty chuckle then commences some evasive questioning.
"Dunno what you're talking about. But let's get into the meat of things here. You are looking quite gorgeous as always. New attire, loving it. What gives with the necklace though?"
"Oh this here pretty little vial contains some of Kahlan's blood, her very life force. Consider it a war trophy of sorts."
Feeling a bit wigged out by the morbid thing, Coors does not elaborate further on that matter.
"Um ok then. Speaking of Kahlan and that gruesome Hell in a Cell, as well as your involvement in the GHW Championship match at the end of the night, a lot of people, namely the fans, have come out and criticized you. The GHW Universe seems to be split evenly on you. Now is the time to clear anything up. What gives?"
Haven nods a few times and sighs.
"No man or woman, no king or queen has ever ruled over an empire where every man, woman and child agreed with every single decision made by said ruler. It's just human nature. I am the Queen of the GHW Universe, I cemented that spot when I drowned Kahlan in a sea of her own blood, and as Queen I will have to take action in ways that some may or may not like. Coors, it all boils down to change. Some change is instantly good, some change is instantly bad. But there's also change that seems bad at first but winds up being good in the end."
Haven takes in a deep breath, choosing her next words carefully before they come out of her mouth. And when they do, they're laced with deep conviction.
"I changed at Total Carnage. In that cell with Kahlan I Super Kicked her so hard that I literally heard her jaw break and her will shatter, but the bitch wouldn't stay down. I hit her with some Unforgettable Sin, a move I only use in my deepest most desperate moments, yet the bitch wouldn't stay down! That's when it hit me, Coors. A revelation I never thought possible. God had forsaken me. He hid his face from me. He withdrew his hand of protection over me, and left me to the savagery of a cruel and vile woman. I was left alone to fend for myself, with no protection save for the love and support of my people in the stands. It is them who drove me onward, who demanded I do what needed to be done no matter the cost, and I did it. I took that pole hole digger, a tool I've only used once in my career, against Jaggeroth, and bludgeoned that blue haired sperm spittoon nearly to death. I had walked in as a lamb but left as a lion. My will was forged in that battle, and my heart blackened by pain. It was indeed a change, a baptism of blood, and when I walked out victorious I knew my actions to come against Santiago later would be scrutinized. But as Queen I know what is best for my Queendom and for my people."
"Wait... so you're saying that all of your decisions are the right ones?"
"Well, yes. Mattie O isn't the only one who knows when they're right. I was right about Kahlan wasn't I? My people were fooled by her, despite my pleas for them to see past the bull malarkey she was spitting out of her cock holster. I told them from day one of her return she was just using them, and in the end I was right and they were wrong. Dominik Santiago falls under the same category. Sheesh, Dom and Kahlan are virtually the same person, except Dom is a foot taller, weighs 100 pounds more and has a penis... or... whatever he calls that grain of rice between his legs. The difference is, this time I didn't bother pleading to my people, I took matters into my own hands and kicked his ugly face into smithereens. I thought my explanation on that night was clear enough and that my people would understand. Apparently only half of them did. The other half wants me overthrown from my Queendom. It's okay though, I am a Queen of action and I put my foot down on such matters. To those who wish to see my demise... F-F-F (she hesitates for a moment then finally releases)... FUCK YOU!"
The half who hate her erupt into jeers and bad words, while the other half battle back with cheers.
"HAVEN! You can't say that!"
"Fuck you too Coors. I'm Queen. I do what I want. Don't believe me? Just have that camera switch to the arena to show the new seating arrangements I have made."
The feed switches to show the arena seating on all sides has been basically split in half, with one side having a huge "I BELEIVE" label with arrow pointing to its section, while next to it pointing in the opposite direction is a huge sign that reads "MINDLESS DRONES".
"I was wondering about that."
"Bloody brilliant if you ask me."
"See, those who boo me do not deserve the best seats in the house nor do they deserve to cheer me. They also do not deserve to be sat next to the intelligent masses who know and understand my actions and support me whole heartedly. Henceforth at every GHW event every fan will be screened upon entry. If you support me you must say so and must have a I Believe sign. If you are caught booing me in the I Believe section, security will escort you out. To my fans, if you catch a mindless drone in my section and security is out of range, I have decreed that you may accost them until security arrives. The Queen hath spoken on this matter, and so it shall be done. Next question, stoner boy."
A long pause ensues, as Coors had not expected what Haven has done.
"Fair enough I guess. Looking past Dom and kahlan now, tonight you face Jack Tracks. Your thoughts?"
"Jack is great. Love him to death. Prediction? Bell rings, we wrestle, I win. Next question, and hurry up."
"Damn.. um... Nexus 6... everyone wants to know... are you in?"
"Pffft! Hell no. The NeXus Deathmatch lost its mystique last year, it's creditably is gone. Winning a NeXus trophy from here on out is going to be like saying I got a free toy in my Happy Meal. I will, however, be assassinating the assassin on that night. Next question, hurry hurry hurry my frappuccino awaits."
"How do you feel about the state of the TV Title and AJ Scally's continued shennanigins about it?"
A genuinely confused expression forms over her face.
"Who in the far reaches of failhood is this AJ Scally I keep hearing about? Somebody will utter his name, then it is followed by laughter. Enlighten me, Coors."
"He's a Fighty fighty person here in GHW, has been for awhile. He's the new people's champion.. um... he won a match back in 2010. That's really all I got on him."
Haven smirks and just shakes her head.
"Sounds like he's nothing more than a shit stain on the underwear of life. I would love to insult him to no end, but I think his career alone is insulting enough. As for the TV Title, I loved being that champion and hopefully the next holder will carry on its prestige."
"Lastly, before we go, aren't you worried at all about the repercussions you'll get from what you did to Dominik Santiago? He's notorious for revenge."
"Not at all worried. He's predictable. I know he's going to bring it. He'll try SKO'ing me or clobbering me over the head with a huge ass Thesaurus, but I have plans in place to mitigate that. I know I'm going to beat him... you know It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!"
Charlie shrugs.
"Because I BELIEVE... (short pause).. IN ME!"
She does her pose then abruptly exits view.
STRONG FOOT FORWARD
TLC MATCH
KaHLaN vs. Shawn Dreamer
Winner: Shawn Dreamer
-I Am Entertainment-
Coming back from commercial break, Lucius is shown standing facing towards the camera. This marking his on-screen debut. Running his fingers through his satin hair, Sexton laughs to himself before speaking.
Entertainment, glory, honor, prestige. These things are a direct result of competition, competition in which you the viewer turns on the television night-after-night in order to see. Back in 2006 when this company was founded, it became a breeding ground for talent. Unfortunately for you the viewer, six years later you are presented with a shell of what GHW used to be. Nowadays you, the viewer, are presented with mediocre flailing which is described as wrestling. For this, I apologize.
I have come here for the sole reason to up the competition and give you, the viewer, a reason to continue watching this show. I do not need your approval, nor do I desire it. I am not here as some comedy act to give you a cheap laugh. I am here to show you real competition. I am here to show you true entertainment. I am not here because you want me, I am here because you need me. My name is Lucius Sexton and I am entertainment.
Lucius stares into the camera as the screen fades to black
MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Michael Ian Ford vs. Mr. Hyde
Winner: N/A
MATCH THREE
Singles Match
AJ Scally vs. Thomas Walker
TALE OF THE TAPE: Thomas Walker made a surprising return at Total Carnage, but was unsuccessful in defeating Jack Tracks. AJ Scally, on the other hand, caught more than enough attention for his publicity at Total Carnage.
Winner: N/A
-A Career Unfinished: Part Two-
Candlelight from a dangling chandelier flickers and waves the auditorium into light. A large marble throne-room stretches out, lavish and overly extravagant in taste. The marbled pillars that stretch up to the gigantic ceiling match the floor. In the distance, along the far edge of the wall, half a dozen marble steps lead up to a raised platform, on which the throne sits. In the center of the room, a cliche red carpet drapes itself back toward the entrance way. The entire room is silent, except for the ticking of a large grandfather clock hanging on one of the side walls. Each tick is echoed around the marble walls and floor, amplifying the sound to phenomenal proportions. The scene seems to be slow, relaxed, serene even in its stillness.
Footsteps break the ambiance, each step taken echoing out its intrusion to the stillness with a defiant 'clip-clop'. A figure, dressed in a fine tailored suit takes the long walk from the entrance way toward the throne on the far side of the room. He is seen only from the back, with a small glimpse of his profile wandering into view from time to time. Almost conveniently, the angle seems to hide his identity. His head is slightly bowed, reverently, which further serves to hide the man's features. He reaches the bottom of the steps and pauses, lifting his head to look up at the throne before him. He shakes his head slowly as the glinting of a golden throne catches in his eye. It is only then that an object in his hands becomes apparent. Glinting in gold that matches the throne itself, a crown is brought forward. The man carries the crown, resting on a red velvet cushion, up the marble steps and places the crown carefully on the throne itself. Only then does the man turn around and address the camera. His image is instantly recognizable, almost as recognizable as the kiwi twang to his accent.
"The crown of a Hall-of-Fame worthy career. The crown of the most decorated man to ever have graced these halls. The crown of a champion, a victor, a winner..."
The camera flicks from Hayden HardKore's face to the image of the crown once more. Many jewels adorn the top of the crown. Some are larger than others, but all glint brightly in the candlelight, sparkling as brightly as the gold that they are captured in. The jewels on the crown range from smaller diamonds to larger coloured stones, some of the larger ones standing alone, while smaller stones lie in patterns around the rim of the crown itself.
Hayden's right hand holds the crown, directly in the center , hiding away the features of the main stone in the crown. As he talks, with his free hand he beckons toward the different stones found on the crown. With each one, he walks through the significance of its image.
"A set of small diamonds spanning the rim of the crown. Each diamond represents a challenger that has come before."
[/i][/center][/color]his hands beckon toward the larger stones, red rubies, blue sapphires and green emeralds. Standing beside them are sets of these stones, grouped together in various combinations.
"Four red rubies, each symbolic of a hard fought title reign as the King of the Deathmatch Champion.
Three blue sapphires, each one representing a New Age Championship. Once green emerald to represent a Charging Glory Championship Reign.
The groupings showing when those titles were held simultaneously. the feats represented on this crown have not been repeated by any Fighty fighty person in the history of Glory and Honor Wrestling. I should know, I've been here since the doors opened."
[/i][/center][/color]Three blue sapphires, each one representing a New Age Championship. Once green emerald to represent a Charging Glory Championship Reign.
The groupings showing when those titles were held simultaneously. the feats represented on this crown have not been repeated by any Fighty fighty person in the history of Glory and Honor Wrestling. I should know, I've been here since the doors opened."
Once again the camera pans up to capture Hayden's face. He pauses, a thoughtful look on his brow. The look changes to a sly, almost cheeky grin. He tosses the crown back down to the throne.
Impressive crown, isn't it?
But do you notice anything missing?"
[/i][/center][/color]But do you notice anything missing?"
As the camera catches the crown again, his hands covering the center have gone, revealing an empty space. Directly in the spot where the largest gemstone of all should be held is an empty hole. An unfinished crown, with the main stone missing. The crown is still rocking from side to side from when Hayden tossed it back down onto the throne. With the symbolism of the missing stone enough to drive his point home, he turns and exits without another word. As he leaves, only the slowly fading sound of his shoes on the marble floor of the throne room and the echoing tick-tock of the grandfather clock fill the air.
the scene slowly fades, revealing text behind the lasting image of the crown with the missing jewel.
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MATCH FOUR
Singles Match
Mystery Opponent vs. Mystery Opponent
TALE OF THE TAPE: Can't say a lot about this, can we?[/b]
Winner: Vladimir T. Strife
MATCH FIVE
Singles Match
Jack Tracks vs. Wolverina
TALE OF THE TAPE: Two very successful combatants from Total Carnage take on one another tonight. With Wolverina's bold statement at the conclusion of Total Carnage, you'll be sure to see her riding high in this match tonight.[/b]
Winner: Wolverina. This was originally my master plan for our next KotDM #1 contender. Would've been a PPV worthy match either way.
-I Swear, This Place Is Haunted...-
Millson takes a swing with the championship belt, putting everything he values on the line as he opts to use a prized possession of his, as opposed to relying solely on his wrestling abilities as he tended to in past battles. Time seems to slow down as he does, and all eyes are on Dustin Delta now. Will he be on the receiving end, or will he be able to escape the fatality in gold? Such questions race through the minds of the millions as the championship slowly inches closer and closer to the Deathmatch Champion. Dustin, widened eyes and open mind, ducks his head down, taking a long step forward and swiftly passing under the swinging Tag Team Championship. Time seems to resume a normal pace, and Millson's wild shot in the dark fails to connect, sending Millson's upper body plummeting down, his chin hitting the ambulance's back bumper, laying there. With a wide grin spreading across his face, Double D makes a quick dash and jump up to the apron, bouncing off of them for momentum, and he hops off the apron and bends his elbow, driving the point of the joint into the raised back of the Mighty Man. Elective Insomnia hits! The move that ended the career of Nicholas Carson and even put an end to Ryan Hughes in record time! The Bostonian fans go wild, and by the sound of their reaction, they're practically begging the Sleepwalker to give Millson a nap in the ambulance. The doors are already opened wide, just begging for a body to be shoved in. The King of Hearts picks the Wrestling Enterprise up, one hand holding the waistband of his tights and the other holding his collar. Delta takes two steps back and then rushes forward, tossing the body of the Whitby Wonder into the open ambulance, screaming "INTO THE RABBIT HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!" as he does. With a final effort, the King of the Deathmatch Champion pushes the doors closed, and the bell rings and the doors lock into place, sealing the Daddy's Boy inside.
"Delta's done it! It's over!"
"Your winner and still the King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dusssssssstiiiiiiiiiin Deeeeltaaaaaaaaa!'
"Bravo to the kid. His fourth successful victory in a King of the Deathmatch Championship bout, and not against any push-over opponents. Hayden HardKore, Matt Violence, Nicholas Carson, Jack Tracks, Mighty Man Millson, Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, Kahlan Clarkson...All opponents who Delta has beat in those four matches."
"Dustin Delta has proved tonight that he is the better man. His career had run parallel to Mighty Man Millson's until this point. Tonight, history is changed as Double D proves that he is the future of this company and of the Deathmatch's kingship."
A ringside official approaches the victorious contestant, holding his retained King of the Deathmatch Championship belt. Dustin doesn't allow much time for a celebration--he doesn't allow his music to play. He quickly snatches his championship from the arbitrary employee and then rolls into the ring as fast as he can with the remaining energy he has after that long-fought match. No expression of relief or happiness crosses the face of the King of Hearts, but instead, his face reads waves and speaks volumes about agitation and annoyance. Double D pushes Charlie Coors aside, robbing him of the microphone and thus entitling himself to his voice. The audience is still rewarding the young 2-time Deathmatch Champion with an honorable applause after the masterpiece of a defense that he had just given them. But seemingly, the Blitz didn't care for such a nostos, such a reception. No. Instead, it seemed that there was some concept in the mind of Delta which was ripping away at his very insides, something he could no longer hold in. So, the King of the Deathmatch pursed his lips, wrapping them around the words as he leaked his mind out to his admirers.
"I could've sworn that the annals of Glory and Honor Wrestling were haunted. I swear, this place is haunted, because all I see are ghosts. Figures from past lives looking to live out their wildest dreams because they were never good enough to do so the first time around. It's a problem, a conflict of such a colossal size that no simple exorcism could heal."
"I could swear this place is haunted, because all these apparitions are rattling their chains and causing a ruckus which deprives many of sleep, as they will on June 10th. When it will not just be chains that rattle as these ghosts flutter about, but it will be cages. Asylums. Prisons of the infamous NeXus Deathmatch. And now I believe it's clear as day that these ghosts that I speak of are none other than the GHW Legends and Veterans we've seen running around and teasing returns. If you remember, I was hung up on Ryan Hughes and the injustices he performed, which you were all eyewitnesses to. Ryan returned after claiming to have retired, practically mutilated poor up-and-comer Freddy McGavin, and stole the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago using a stolen Golden Ticket. I thought that THAT misdemeanor was disgraceful. But what is truly atrocious is the example he's provided for all the others."
"I could swear this place is haunted because of the faces of the damned and dead I see in the locker room or in the vignettes. Thomas Walker returned earlier tonight, to face Jack Tracks. An employee of death's vise come to reap the soul of that child new to the valley. Not to mention all we've heard of Brad Windsor and the despicable monopoly man himself, Hayden HardKore. Amongst other rumors. All these ghosts think that they can be like a star in our precious night's sky. They hide in the shades until they see fit, and when they do, the cloud passes and they can be seen again and I find it absolutely disgusting. These men think that they can return because NeXuS could serve as a gateway back to the glory days. If they can win NeXuS, they have a chance to climb to our industry's apex again and hold high the GHW Championship. Meanwhile, here I am, the future that holds together the two columns of Glory and of Honor, holding this championship that shows barely more than I could use a weapon to physically break any man who steps in my way. This title has been in the hands of many of these ghosts. Hayden. Dominick. The Walkers."
"Vladimir."
"The history behind this championship is indeed a rich and beautiful one, but even with all of that considered, it's just not enough for me. I want to move up and use my potential and my momentum and do whatever I must to show that the sands of time are my puppets and win the GHW Championship on my own, for the first time, by no luck. And when I do, I'll sure as hell still be holding this championship. Because even with this hauntings and even with those new to our valleys, there is no visible competitor good enough to strip me of it. But the naked eye fails to see all. So I've come up with a fool proof way to find the one person sly enough, powerful enough, worthy enough to face me next. And Jamie Graves will agree to my terms because no matter how much that black heart that writhes in his chest cavity despises me, he knows how important I am. He knows I am the King. But the King isn't doing well lately with all these distractions..."
"I could swear this place is haunted. I could swear that I see ghosts. I could swear this place is haunted, I could promise I'm the host. Say night-night, naptime, sleep tight. By mourn, all wrong will be right. For no mortal man, none of night's jesters, could ever be Dustin Delta's better."
[/i]"Delta's done it! It's over!"
"Your winner and still the King of the Deathmatch Champion, Dusssssssstiiiiiiiiiin Deeeeltaaaaaaaaa!'
"Bravo to the kid. His fourth successful victory in a King of the Deathmatch Championship bout, and not against any push-over opponents. Hayden HardKore, Matt Violence, Nicholas Carson, Jack Tracks, Mighty Man Millson, Jerry Nate, AJ Scally, Kahlan Clarkson...All opponents who Delta has beat in those four matches."
"Dustin Delta has proved tonight that he is the better man. His career had run parallel to Mighty Man Millson's until this point. Tonight, history is changed as Double D proves that he is the future of this company and of the Deathmatch's kingship."
A ringside official approaches the victorious contestant, holding his retained King of the Deathmatch Championship belt. Dustin doesn't allow much time for a celebration--he doesn't allow his music to play. He quickly snatches his championship from the arbitrary employee and then rolls into the ring as fast as he can with the remaining energy he has after that long-fought match. No expression of relief or happiness crosses the face of the King of Hearts, but instead, his face reads waves and speaks volumes about agitation and annoyance. Double D pushes Charlie Coors aside, robbing him of the microphone and thus entitling himself to his voice. The audience is still rewarding the young 2-time Deathmatch Champion with an honorable applause after the masterpiece of a defense that he had just given them. But seemingly, the Blitz didn't care for such a nostos, such a reception. No. Instead, it seemed that there was some concept in the mind of Delta which was ripping away at his very insides, something he could no longer hold in. So, the King of the Deathmatch pursed his lips, wrapping them around the words as he leaked his mind out to his admirers.
"I could've sworn that the annals of Glory and Honor Wrestling were haunted. I swear, this place is haunted, because all I see are ghosts. Figures from past lives looking to live out their wildest dreams because they were never good enough to do so the first time around. It's a problem, a conflict of such a colossal size that no simple exorcism could heal."
"I could swear this place is haunted, because all these apparitions are rattling their chains and causing a ruckus which deprives many of sleep, as they will on June 10th. When it will not just be chains that rattle as these ghosts flutter about, but it will be cages. Asylums. Prisons of the infamous NeXus Deathmatch. And now I believe it's clear as day that these ghosts that I speak of are none other than the GHW Legends and Veterans we've seen running around and teasing returns. If you remember, I was hung up on Ryan Hughes and the injustices he performed, which you were all eyewitnesses to. Ryan returned after claiming to have retired, practically mutilated poor up-and-comer Freddy McGavin, and stole the GHW Championship from Dominick Santiago using a stolen Golden Ticket. I thought that THAT misdemeanor was disgraceful. But what is truly atrocious is the example he's provided for all the others."
"I could swear this place is haunted because of the faces of the damned and dead I see in the locker room or in the vignettes. Thomas Walker returned earlier tonight, to face Jack Tracks. An employee of death's vise come to reap the soul of that child new to the valley. Not to mention all we've heard of Brad Windsor and the despicable monopoly man himself, Hayden HardKore. Amongst other rumors. All these ghosts think that they can be like a star in our precious night's sky. They hide in the shades until they see fit, and when they do, the cloud passes and they can be seen again and I find it absolutely disgusting. These men think that they can return because NeXuS could serve as a gateway back to the glory days. If they can win NeXuS, they have a chance to climb to our industry's apex again and hold high the GHW Championship. Meanwhile, here I am, the future that holds together the two columns of Glory and of Honor, holding this championship that shows barely more than I could use a weapon to physically break any man who steps in my way. This title has been in the hands of many of these ghosts. Hayden. Dominick. The Walkers."
"Vladimir."
"The history behind this championship is indeed a rich and beautiful one, but even with all of that considered, it's just not enough for me. I want to move up and use my potential and my momentum and do whatever I must to show that the sands of time are my puppets and win the GHW Championship on my own, for the first time, by no luck. And when I do, I'll sure as hell still be holding this championship. Because even with this hauntings and even with those new to our valleys, there is no visible competitor good enough to strip me of it. But the naked eye fails to see all. So I've come up with a fool proof way to find the one person sly enough, powerful enough, worthy enough to face me next. And Jamie Graves will agree to my terms because no matter how much that black heart that writhes in his chest cavity despises me, he knows how important I am. He knows I am the King. But the King isn't doing well lately with all these distractions..."
"I could swear this place is haunted. I could swear that I see ghosts. I could swear this place is haunted, I could promise I'm the host. Say night-night, naptime, sleep tight. By mourn, all wrong will be right. For no mortal man, none of night's jesters, could ever be Dustin Delta's better."
Dustin forcefully hands the microphone back to Charlie Coors, but before his music could play him out, before the color commentators could get a word in edgewise, before he could even be giving a reception following his address, an agonizing shriek is heard from the ambulance at ringside. The sirens begin to go off, but it is perplexing how, for only Millson is inside and he is unconscious. The headlights turn on, the ambulance doors fly open at godspeed, and out falls a bloodied, battered corpse of the Mighty Man, who's painful cries for help echo throughout the silenced arena. None dare to approach the vehicle, fearful for what terrors lie within. As the air is still and nout a sound is made, the arena lights turn off. And now, the only light in the building is omitting from the ambulance's headlights, and from the opened back compartment. The braveheart of Dustin Delta is tempted to move forward, but fearful of what cryptic being lay within, waiting for prey.
"What in the hell is this?"
The sirens continue for a few more agonizing seconds, permeating the ears and sanity of everyone able to hear them each time their irritating noise is uttered. Finally, they mercifully stop, and the arena's lights go back up after only a split-second of total darkness. The King of the Deathmatch hesitates, looking left and right, then once again at the ambulance that just created so much chaos. Delta steps one foot through the ropes and onto the apron, then proceeds to weave his other leg through the ropes, albeit slowly. Trying to hide his fear of the unknown, Dustin jumps off of the apron with the belt over his shoulder in a shaky and unstable grasp. The King of Hearts focuses his gaze on the tortured Millson, who has begun a slow and desperate crawl past the ambulance to sure safety. Just as a moment of peace seems apparent, "Stillborn" by Black Label Society begins playing in the arena, and the crowd immediately comes unglued. With that, the ambulance doors swing open just as quickly and violently as they did when the Daddy's Boy was ejected from the vehicle, and none other than Cunt jumps out. Donned in his classic "Metal Dragon: It Satisfies" t-shirt and a faded pair of Wranglers, the Man of Golden Words has an appearance certainly a polar opposite to the sweaty and bloodied King of Deathmatches.
"OH MY GOD!"
"That's what the hell it was, Al!"
The music fades out as the two men each take a pair of steps in each others' direction, then stop. Delta and Dragon look each other in the eyes for a moment, then all the formalities are interrupted as the Tennessean charges. MD's shoulder slams into the ribcage of the KOTDM Champion, forcing what little air abided in his lungs straight out. Dustin falls to the ramp, the cold steel meeting his back and providing the second wave of damage from the DragonFire. Getting himself to one knee, the reigning NeXuS winner takes one quick glance at the King of the Deathmatch Championship before snatching it off of the floor next to its holder. MD stands up with the belt in his grasp, staring a hole through the storied gold as memories, both good and bad, race through his crazed mind.
"He's had that title before, he just might want it again."
"Why, so he can skip town in a few months? I'm sick of this asshole. I'm sick of this son of a bitch! Everyone's cheering for a guy who has never shown loyalty or staying power to ANY company!"
"He can still kick ass in ANY company, though. You realize that, right, Al?"
Dragon finally steps over the fallen body of Dustin Delta and lays the belt across the waist of the champion, doing so with both hands as to attempt to neither disrespect the title nor its holder. "Stillborn" strikes up again as Cunt turns around to make his way up the ramp.
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MATCH SIX
~GHW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP~
Tag Team Match
The Fucking British Invasion (c) vs. Team Titillation (Dustin Delta & Kahlan Clarkson)
TALE OF THE TAPE: These two teams meet yet again for the coveted tag team titles. TT took the FBI to the edge last time, nearly coming away with the titles. Is this the night that the tyrannical regime ends!?[/b]
Winner: No Contest.
-Meanwhile, In The USA-
A metal patio table at a club in the outskirts of Kansas City holds an ashtray and two glasses of Maker's Mark and Coke, one full and one untouched. A wisp of smoke dances in the Kansas breeze, Cunt seated in front of it with his eyes watching the aftereffects of a crushed cigarette float to the heavens.
"Two bucks, anything behind the bar. I love this place."
MD takes a hearty gulp of the glass that he was working on, eager to begin his consumption of the other one in his possession.
"Why did I jump out of that ambulance? Why did I spear Dustin Delta, the King of the Deathmatch Champion, after he had already been through hell with two other warriors of the ring? Why did I come back? Why didn't I already do it? It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Why this? Why that?"
Another drink is taken, MD's free hand tapping the table as a quite popular song has begun playing in the venue.
"Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State."
"Hey guys and gals, WHY don't you just shut the fuck up and let the story write itself? For now, only two things are certain..."
The first drink is finished, and a sip of the second is taken immediately. The Man of Golden Words takes a deep breath, having had a few drinks already, he is beginning to feel the buzz that he showed up for.
"One, I'm back. Two, I'm not going to compete at NeXuS. In fact, I don't know when I'll be fighting in between the bells again. Who am I? Cunt. The truth of that statement alone is my license to kill. I can show up whenever I want to help or hinder whomever I want. Maybe my motives are unclear even to me."
Another gulp of the whiskey and soda concoction.
"I suppose I live in the moment currently. I've been in the shadows all along while you sat back and wondered where I went or when I'd be back. I moved aside for my own sanity, but in no way was that me walking away for good. Now... now... I come back and I still have power. I see veterans as well as new guys. I see the potential to destroy, as well as the potential to create..."
Yet another sip.
"I'm still young, and I can still set the world on fire. Enjoy your trek through the United Kingdom, my friends, and I'll be seeing you in Boston the second that you return. I'll see you soon in GHW Arena, the house that Stone Orchard built, and everything will unfold gradually. I will make an impact, because that's what I do. I can either create or destroy. The power is in my hands. I'm unpredictable, but that's what you expect in GHW. And remember what I told Charlie Coors oh so long ago... I AM GHW."
The song has played all the way to the second chorus, which is audible once again as MD's speech has concluded. The Tennessean rises from his seat and grabs his drink, then makes his way back to the inside of the bar venue, presumably to try to get laid.
"Tonight,
We are young.
So let's set the world on fire,
We can burn brighter,
Than the sun."
-You Have My Attention Now-
The time has officially come, minutes before the commencement of the Main Event we find the GHW Icon, Dominik Santiago is in the locker room area getting ready, lacing up his boots and wrapping white tape around his wrists and hands. The Assassin is as prepared as he can possibly be, save for the GHW Championship, the one he earned by defeated Ryan Hughes at Total Carnage, which subsequently stolen from him by Wolverina in a heinous assault. On his belongings in the nearest locker sits a bottle of Fiji water, slightly illuminating beneath the ceiling light panel. Dominik takes one long, satisfying sip before pouring the remains of the healthy beverage on his blond hair, damping it, the water cascading from his hair follicles and running down his shoulder blades. He slowly exits the lockeroom, beginning to walk to the backstage area, passing various GHW officials, referees and staffers; each staring at him with a hint of concern, bewilderment, and pity, wondering what dignity could be left in a man who got jacked for this industries most prized possession. Santiago shakes off their stares and gets to the area just behind the velvet curtains, leaning on the wall as he begins his mental preparations for what lies on the other side. The roars of the tumultuous crowd can be heard in the background, bringing a smile to the Assassin's five O'clock shadow. As he leans on the wall he is suddenly approached by former color commentator Malibu, the blond haired vixen having battled her way back onto to television, a microphone in her hand as he begins to speak.
Malibu: "Dominik, I'm glad I caught up to you, I wanted to get your thoughts on what Wolverina said earlier."
Santiago gingerly massages the back of his neck, the mere mention of the harlot that attacked him at the conclusion of Total Carnage bringing fourth unsettling memories. Peering straight into Malibu's eyes, the Assassin speaks for the first time since the aforementioned event.
Santiago: "You know, part of me wants to wring Wolverina by her pretty little neck and make her tap out as many times as her pastor did during Sunday night bible study sessions. The other part of me wamts to stick her air filled cranium between a steel chair and smash it with a Splitting Maul, much like I did Johnny Enmity a long time ago, in some promotion we're contractually not supposed to mention by name anymore. But I'm Dominik Santiago, and we all know that I was never good at playing by other people's rules. So in short, I've reached a conclusion; Wolverina is still the same delusional, self-righteous, cunt that she was in EVPW, who spends times on her back in the ring, then she does in the sack."
An audible chorus of cheers resonates in the background, the Assassin standing with his hands on hips, eyes burning with immeasurable intensity.
"Shouldn't you be worried by her? After all, she did lay you out and take your championship... with all due respect!"
Malibu takes a step back, not wanting to be the ire of the Lord of the Flies' scorn.
"I've fried bigger fish, slayed bigger dragons, and beaten bigger giants. I'm not one bit concerned by Wolverina. But I'll admit, she's got my attention now. And that's basically career suicide for you Wolvie, because I'll be coming at you hard, and relentlessly. You won't be able to catch me with my guard down anymore. As the face of this company I'm aware of the massive target on my back, and though for a second at Total Carnage I got careless, you just reminded me of it. You reminded me that everyone on this roster is my enemy. That the heels want my spot, and so do the so called faces. You're no different. Just another sniveling little weasel looking to take her share of the spotlight. Yeah, you beat Kahlan, and wrestled in one of the greatest Hell in a Cell matches we'll ever see, but that's nothing. That's the equivalent of a training bra. You're still an adolescent compared to me, a little girl who still sleeps with teddy bears and night lights and still wets the bed. You think you're all grown up though. You beat a woman that rode the coattails of Shawn Dreamer and myself, and now you think you're a big girl. You decided you didn't want to wear pullups anymore, and slipped your legs into some panties. You want to play with the big dogs Wolvie, just know this one's bite is worst than his bark."
"What are you going to do to get your GHW Championship back?"
"My mom always told me never to lay my hands on a woman, but momma also said knock you out. I've come to the realization that momma wasn't really dealing with a full deck of cards. You know what Wolverina, you want me at NeXus, you want your shot at primetime, well I'm going to give it to you. I might even let you walk around with my title, and let you think that you're the World Champion, but come the end of June, the realization that you're nothing but excrement is going to hit you like a ton of bricks. Just like it did Barta Bull, Ryan Hughes, and countless other degenerates before them. I won't be a transitional champion Wolvie. The GHW Championship belongs to me, and will belong to me for the foreseeable future. You can walk around toting my belt Wolvie, have your little joyride, its probable not as invigorating for you as riding cocks, but it shouldn't lack in enthrallment. Just know when the dust settles, and when the clocks stop, that fantasy world that has overtaken your reality is going to cease to exist. I'm going to end that little dreamworld of yours once and for all. You're gong to stop believing your own hype, and you're gonna be catapulted back to the lower card where you belong, holding jockstraps and handling toiletries."
Santiago smashes a fist into his free palm, staring right into the camera lens, the expression on his face a grave, serious one, matching the grim tone in his voice.
"Wolverina, all eyes are officially on you. You've tentatively ascended the ranks, and now you have the attention, you have the cameras, you have the spotlight. Its all shining down on you. And I know you can't handle it. You're going to crack like an egg under this scrutiny, under this pressure, the pressure you put on your shoulders the minute you Superkicked me. You're a marked woman Wolvie, and I am the Assassin, which means you better be ready because I'm gunning for you, and I'm not stopping until I take back my property. You won't be able to duck and run anymore. At Nexus it will be you and me, and the entire world is going to watch you, the fraud, go down in a smoldering of lacking glory. I've finally restored Honor, and Glory to this promotion, and to the GHW Championship, and its been a long time since GHW had someone who could say that and have people believe it. And that's the way its going to be Wolverina, that's the way it should be."
Santiago takes a breath and leaves Malibu to ponder her thoughts as he makes his way toward the curtain.
=MAIN EVENT=
Singles Match
Barta Bull vs. Dominik Santiago
TALE OF THE TAPE: The newly crowned GHW Champion, Dominik Santiago, takes on his Dawn of Destruction opponent Barta Bull in tonight's Main Event.
Winner: No Contest.
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