Post by Jaggeroth's wench. on Jun 6, 2012 21:50:18 GMT -5
*Takes place before the I Quit match between Kahlan and Wolverina, but after the Nostalgia promo by Dom seen here:
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The feed opens inside Wolverina's dressing room, where the woman in question sits perfectly posed, regally seated in a rather decadent looking gold and pink Queen's throne. The GHW Championship is wrapped gloriously around her trimmed waist, while the rest of her body is decked out in her usual American Gladiator ring attire, because she is due to fight Kahlan shortly. Haven's head and eyes are situated to the right, her gaze that of a all knowing being who was not bothered in the least bit by Santiago's promo. After a short delay she inhales deeply then exhales and looks upon her masses through the eye of the camera, a disapproving shake of the head coming thereafter.
"Dom, Dom, Dom.... 18 years huh? It took you 18 years to decide you wanted to be a Fighty fighty person. What the hell took you so long? Huh? Let me guess... your parents abandoned you or kicked you out for being a loser, you had no friends because you were a loser, you couldn't get a job because you were a loser, and the military didn't want you because you were a loser. Luckily for you and the likes of the Carsons and Dragons and Vlads, places like GHW and EVPW were hiring losers willing to get damn near beaten to death to earn a paycheck. You can fool the fans and your biggest nut suckers, but you can't fool me. You didn't decide to become a Fighty fighty person Dom, your shitty existence made the decision for you. Santiago, I decided to be a Fighty fighty person 23 years and 9 months ago. When I shot out of my mom's magic birth canal I slammed the sole of my foot right into that doctor's chin, and my first words were spoken right there on the spot and they were 'GOODNESS GRACIOUS'....
The Queen pumps a fist into the air with excitement, and keeps it there for a moment while smiling. Soon, though, the smile fades away to a more serious expression.
"None of that matters though. Dom, you are a reasonably intelligent man, that's why it just boggles my mind that you have so many misconceptions about me, about our history, and about our upcoming match. It is like you've been eating a bowl of ignorance for breakfast every morning for the last two months. I honestly do not know where to begin. I heard you talk about me trying to get into your head. Really? Seriously? Why would I want to do that? Why would I need to do that? I already know I will beat you, and do not need to get into your mind to do so. I have far more important things to do with my life than to get into your head, like get my nails done, my hair did, beat Kahlan's ass again, take a princessy poop. You get the drift."
The People's Princess chuckles at her own little remark before rubbing her hands over the GHW Championship, savoring its feel, knowing that the holder she took it from is undoubtedly watching.
"What kind of a loser sacrifices so much yet lets someones else just walk in and punk them like I did you? Dominik 'Lord of the Losers' Santiago, that's who. So you've been through hellish matches, had your body torn and your limbs repaired. Well whoopee-effin-doooo I guess you want a gold star for that huh? Maybe a cookie? A pat on the back? Dom, guess who else has been through those same type of matches, has had their body ripped to shreds, had their limbs mangled and need of repair, oh and also was fucking RAPED? ME! That's who. You want to talk about sacrifices? Here's one for you: while you can stop by McDonald's and eat a Big Mac value meal simply because you are a male, I do not have that luxury. If I eat one, I have to spend 4 and a half hours in the gym in one sitting doing nothing but cardio in order to sweat off the calories. THE LAST TIME I HAD A BIG MAC WAS IN 7TH GRADE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SACRIFICE IS BITCH!"
The Nebraskan Royalty quickly regains her bearings after the sudden, un-queenly like outburst. A few deep breaths later and she is spewing regal verbiage once more.
"I nor anybody else cares about what you did five years ago, 3 years ago, last Friday, March 22nd of 2009, when you were 6, 8, 10, 12 years old .. or what you will do next month or next year or 20 years from now. We only care about what you will be doing on Sunday, June 10th, 2012 at NeXus VI. I will commend you on something though. You went away from your Thesaurus long enough to gives us a history lesson, which was awesome. However, apparently in your senile old age your memory is a big foggy. Let me expound on this trip down memory lane. Two years ago. EVPW. You and I locked horns for the Solid Core Title. It was the fourth time in 18 months you had felt energetic enough to defend the belt, or maybe you were forced to defend it, who knows. It was my rookie year, I was clueless in the ring and didn't know what I was doing. You knocked me down at least a hundred times that night, but I got right back up. You hit me with everything you had, but I kept on coming. You tried with all your might to execute the move you stole from Despy, that be all end all SKO, but I countered it at every turn. In the end, you used an exposed turnbuckle to finally put me away and retain your title. Dommy, I was a rookie and you BARELY beat me. I'm not a rookie anymore. Fast Forward from there to NeXus 5, last year. Ooohhh you got a good taste of what the battle scarred veteran Wolverina can do, didn't you Mr. Assassin? In fact, I distinctly remember it being YOU whom I literally stepped on and stepped over to make it into the final four. No matter what spin you can put on that night, Santiago, I was simply stronger, faster, smarter, tougher, meaner, more violent and just flat out better than you."
The Queen finally stands up, her posture full of confidence border-lining arrogance. She calmly places her hands behind her back and peacefully paces, still talking but no longer looking into the camera.
"Yet here we are a year later and you're yammering on about past glories. I guess that's what happens when you realize you are obsolete, old, unable to fit into the progressing world any longer. You tend to forget about recent failures and seek shelter in your grand days of yore. I saw it in Vlad, in Carson, and now in you. Heck, you don't even hold originality, such a hallmark of your prime, anymore. I could actually find more originality in a original glazed donut than I could find in your these days. I may have delivered the shot heard round the world at Total Carnage for my own reasons, my sentence to you for your transgressions against my people and your victims, but NeXus will be about something else. It will be about the future. It will be about Jack Tracks, Dustin Delta, Kahlan, Ollie Jay, and all of us who have a place in the current setting and have within us the tools to take things into the new era. We're Playstation 3's, Dom, you're just a Nintendo. Get it?"
She stops her pace and casts her gaze to the camera once more, this time getting a little closer and keeping a steadfast look in her enchanting blue orbs.
"Cleave to your accolades, your glories, your reigns and your fame, make them your pillow and comforter at night, because after NeXus they will be all you have left. I sent a message to you at Total Carnage, but you didn't get it. This Sunday I will send another one, an emphatic one. As I stand over you, my foot upon your chest, my hand held high with MY Championship in possession, the veil will be lifted and you will realize something, and that something is this...."
Haven gets close up to the eye of the camera and produces a coy little smirk.
"Time has passed you by, the torch has been given unto the hand of the youngers, and that while all this time you fancied yourself a legend... in reality you never were that great."
With a queenly dismissal hand gesture the feed cuts to black.
EOT.
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The feed opens inside Wolverina's dressing room, where the woman in question sits perfectly posed, regally seated in a rather decadent looking gold and pink Queen's throne. The GHW Championship is wrapped gloriously around her trimmed waist, while the rest of her body is decked out in her usual American Gladiator ring attire, because she is due to fight Kahlan shortly. Haven's head and eyes are situated to the right, her gaze that of a all knowing being who was not bothered in the least bit by Santiago's promo. After a short delay she inhales deeply then exhales and looks upon her masses through the eye of the camera, a disapproving shake of the head coming thereafter.
"Dom, Dom, Dom.... 18 years huh? It took you 18 years to decide you wanted to be a Fighty fighty person. What the hell took you so long? Huh? Let me guess... your parents abandoned you or kicked you out for being a loser, you had no friends because you were a loser, you couldn't get a job because you were a loser, and the military didn't want you because you were a loser. Luckily for you and the likes of the Carsons and Dragons and Vlads, places like GHW and EVPW were hiring losers willing to get damn near beaten to death to earn a paycheck. You can fool the fans and your biggest nut suckers, but you can't fool me. You didn't decide to become a Fighty fighty person Dom, your shitty existence made the decision for you. Santiago, I decided to be a Fighty fighty person 23 years and 9 months ago. When I shot out of my mom's magic birth canal I slammed the sole of my foot right into that doctor's chin, and my first words were spoken right there on the spot and they were 'GOODNESS GRACIOUS'....
The Queen pumps a fist into the air with excitement, and keeps it there for a moment while smiling. Soon, though, the smile fades away to a more serious expression.
"None of that matters though. Dom, you are a reasonably intelligent man, that's why it just boggles my mind that you have so many misconceptions about me, about our history, and about our upcoming match. It is like you've been eating a bowl of ignorance for breakfast every morning for the last two months. I honestly do not know where to begin. I heard you talk about me trying to get into your head. Really? Seriously? Why would I want to do that? Why would I need to do that? I already know I will beat you, and do not need to get into your mind to do so. I have far more important things to do with my life than to get into your head, like get my nails done, my hair did, beat Kahlan's ass again, take a princessy poop. You get the drift."
The People's Princess chuckles at her own little remark before rubbing her hands over the GHW Championship, savoring its feel, knowing that the holder she took it from is undoubtedly watching.
"What kind of a loser sacrifices so much yet lets someones else just walk in and punk them like I did you? Dominik 'Lord of the Losers' Santiago, that's who. So you've been through hellish matches, had your body torn and your limbs repaired. Well whoopee-effin-doooo I guess you want a gold star for that huh? Maybe a cookie? A pat on the back? Dom, guess who else has been through those same type of matches, has had their body ripped to shreds, had their limbs mangled and need of repair, oh and also was fucking RAPED? ME! That's who. You want to talk about sacrifices? Here's one for you: while you can stop by McDonald's and eat a Big Mac value meal simply because you are a male, I do not have that luxury. If I eat one, I have to spend 4 and a half hours in the gym in one sitting doing nothing but cardio in order to sweat off the calories. THE LAST TIME I HAD A BIG MAC WAS IN 7TH GRADE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SACRIFICE IS BITCH!"
The Nebraskan Royalty quickly regains her bearings after the sudden, un-queenly like outburst. A few deep breaths later and she is spewing regal verbiage once more.
"I nor anybody else cares about what you did five years ago, 3 years ago, last Friday, March 22nd of 2009, when you were 6, 8, 10, 12 years old .. or what you will do next month or next year or 20 years from now. We only care about what you will be doing on Sunday, June 10th, 2012 at NeXus VI. I will commend you on something though. You went away from your Thesaurus long enough to gives us a history lesson, which was awesome. However, apparently in your senile old age your memory is a big foggy. Let me expound on this trip down memory lane. Two years ago. EVPW. You and I locked horns for the Solid Core Title. It was the fourth time in 18 months you had felt energetic enough to defend the belt, or maybe you were forced to defend it, who knows. It was my rookie year, I was clueless in the ring and didn't know what I was doing. You knocked me down at least a hundred times that night, but I got right back up. You hit me with everything you had, but I kept on coming. You tried with all your might to execute the move you stole from Despy, that be all end all SKO, but I countered it at every turn. In the end, you used an exposed turnbuckle to finally put me away and retain your title. Dommy, I was a rookie and you BARELY beat me. I'm not a rookie anymore. Fast Forward from there to NeXus 5, last year. Ooohhh you got a good taste of what the battle scarred veteran Wolverina can do, didn't you Mr. Assassin? In fact, I distinctly remember it being YOU whom I literally stepped on and stepped over to make it into the final four. No matter what spin you can put on that night, Santiago, I was simply stronger, faster, smarter, tougher, meaner, more violent and just flat out better than you."
The Queen finally stands up, her posture full of confidence border-lining arrogance. She calmly places her hands behind her back and peacefully paces, still talking but no longer looking into the camera.
"Yet here we are a year later and you're yammering on about past glories. I guess that's what happens when you realize you are obsolete, old, unable to fit into the progressing world any longer. You tend to forget about recent failures and seek shelter in your grand days of yore. I saw it in Vlad, in Carson, and now in you. Heck, you don't even hold originality, such a hallmark of your prime, anymore. I could actually find more originality in a original glazed donut than I could find in your these days. I may have delivered the shot heard round the world at Total Carnage for my own reasons, my sentence to you for your transgressions against my people and your victims, but NeXus will be about something else. It will be about the future. It will be about Jack Tracks, Dustin Delta, Kahlan, Ollie Jay, and all of us who have a place in the current setting and have within us the tools to take things into the new era. We're Playstation 3's, Dom, you're just a Nintendo. Get it?"
She stops her pace and casts her gaze to the camera once more, this time getting a little closer and keeping a steadfast look in her enchanting blue orbs.
"Cleave to your accolades, your glories, your reigns and your fame, make them your pillow and comforter at night, because after NeXus they will be all you have left. I sent a message to you at Total Carnage, but you didn't get it. This Sunday I will send another one, an emphatic one. As I stand over you, my foot upon your chest, my hand held high with MY Championship in possession, the veil will be lifted and you will realize something, and that something is this...."
Haven gets close up to the eye of the camera and produces a coy little smirk.
"Time has passed you by, the torch has been given unto the hand of the youngers, and that while all this time you fancied yourself a legend... in reality you never were that great."
With a queenly dismissal hand gesture the feed cuts to black.
EOT.
