Post by samoanjoe on Mar 16, 2009 20:02:53 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Triumph comes back after a breif promotion break sponsored by GHW's latest promoters. The arena is still buzzing after the latest contest which was one for the ages. The exciting atmosphere created by the fans is suddenly crippled when Refuse-Resist by Hatebreed hits the P.A. system. All eyes turn to the ramp and immediately following the sighting of the 'Emperor of the Underworld', the fans erupt in a displeased state, blowing the roof off with a flurry of boos. Blaine, with his long black hair draping over his face, stands in the middle of the stage, at the beginning of the ramp, inhaling the wave of boos and jeers. The sadistic bastard extends his arms out as far as they can go before swinging his head, causing his hair to fly back revealing his psychotic smile to the arena. After a brief minute of camera posing, the Underworld Emperor tilts his head slightly to the side before marching down to the ring.
[:Malibu:]
"Now what's this lunatic doing out here? He must have escaped the asylum yet another time!"
[:Weasel:]
"I don't think they have mental institutions in the 'Underworld' but even if they did I'm not quite sure they would take in their Emperor. "
[:Malibu:]
"Well as long as he is out here I don't feel comfortable. He's a loose cannon, a bomb if you will. He can explode at any moment and I don't want to be around when he does because it won't be pretty!"
Blaine snatches a microphone from the nearby ring attendant upon his marching of the steel stairs. The disturbed individual quickly enters the ring by stepping in between the middle and top rope. As Blaine approaches the center, Linda quickly exits the ring for her own safety, taking extreme cautionary measures by standing at the announce table. As his music pans out, the Emperor pulls the mic to his lips, speaking in a maniacal tone, addressing the arena which is showing him absolutely no respect, as they continue to boo in unison.
Blaine:
"HUSH UP YOUR MOUTHS YOU MAGGOTS! He-he, your Emperor is speaking! "
Crowd: "What?"
"For far too long I have been overlooked by your leaders, your head mortals. Hawkeye, he is a sorry excuse for a general. The only trigger he's over pulled is his right hand when he loads up his gun. They for some ridiculous reason have decided to, he-he, keep me from claiming their most prized possessions. These shiny pieces of objects that you pitiful creatures call championships. You pussies wouldn't last a second in the Underworld.
At first I was entertained by Hawkeye's gestures. He gave me meals to eat, supplied me with nourishment. But your warriors were weak, some of them ran way with their tales in between their legs brushing up against their vaginas! I have grown tired of the amusement but when I demanded equality in your realm I was labeled a misfit, a being unfit for this society. Hawkeye laughed at me and turned me away without a second opinion. Hawkeye, that was the wrong move and your incompetence will be this place's Achilles Heel!
I refused to be condemned, I have taken the last bit of dis respect from Hawkeye, Samoa Joe or anyone else. They all talk big but deep down they are just pitiful, squared little men who sleep with their night lights and their pillows in between their legs! "
As some of the boos die down in the arena, a vast majority can still be heard as those remaining members of the crowd attempt to further anger the raging beast.
"I wouldn't quite say Joe and Hawkeye are afraid of Joe, he's just a goddamn weirdo!"
"He does have a point though, Hawkeye is quite biased. If you aren't aiding him in some crazy scheme your not getting ahead in the business! I just think Blaine has taken this a little personal, that's all. "
The Emperor of the Underworld adjusts his coat, making it more comfortable before repeatedly licking his lips as if he is mad at them. The face painted messiah then crazily digs through his hair with his freehand before clenching his teeth. Blaine then stops his feet before advancing to the ropes. The sadistic character then drops his hand from his hair and straddles it on the ropes before staring at the crowd and gaping his mouth.
Blaine forcefully snatches his hand from the ropes before rubbing the rim of his chin. From there he takes a deep breath before continuing his rant.
"As expecting, that rat bastard refused to give me a title shot at Total Carnage, a PPV that just calls for my name. I long for the opportunity to dish out pain and punishment but my nostalgia is just frowned upon by Hawkeye. Samoa Joe said I'm not worthy for a title opportunity, he claims he is the only real warrior or contender.
Daniel Thorne doesn't believe I could destroy him. He is wrong, DEAD wrong. With my bare hands I just long to rip his delicate tongue, his sophisticated tongue out his mouth before curling it up and shoving it right down his throat so he choke on his own self.
And Ryan Hughes is the worse of them all. He thinks he's just so damn spectacular, like he's so damn great. He's over hyped and he's overrated. I long to take him down a peg. I pray the day he doesn't suspect be breathing down his neck with a Splitting Maul in my right hand and hankie pankie in the other. He's another with a whispering eye substituted for a penis. They are mere pawns in a game bigger than the three of them. In this game, I am the King, The Queen, The Bishop, The Rook and The Knight and the Checkmate ends with me triumphant, sitting on the throne of pain finding them all guilty as charged.
And when they beg for my forgiveness, I will show them no remorse.
At Total Carnage, I will gain my retribution. Mark my words, this Sunday, Blaine "The Emperor of the Underworld" will be the last man laughing, the last man standing and the last man breathing easily!
I promise you mortals that!"
With his last comments Blaine thunderously slams the microphone into the mat, causing a "THUD" to echo somewhat in the arena. As his theme tune hits the P.A. system once again, blaring loudly, the menace to society is left in the ring smiling a disturbing yet equally bone chilling grin before TNT cuts to another commercial break.
[:Malibu:]
"Now what's this lunatic doing out here? He must have escaped the asylum yet another time!"
[:Weasel:]
"I don't think they have mental institutions in the 'Underworld' but even if they did I'm not quite sure they would take in their Emperor. "
[:Malibu:]
"Well as long as he is out here I don't feel comfortable. He's a loose cannon, a bomb if you will. He can explode at any moment and I don't want to be around when he does because it won't be pretty!"
Blaine snatches a microphone from the nearby ring attendant upon his marching of the steel stairs. The disturbed individual quickly enters the ring by stepping in between the middle and top rope. As Blaine approaches the center, Linda quickly exits the ring for her own safety, taking extreme cautionary measures by standing at the announce table. As his music pans out, the Emperor pulls the mic to his lips, speaking in a maniacal tone, addressing the arena which is showing him absolutely no respect, as they continue to boo in unison.
Blaine:
"HUSH UP YOUR MOUTHS YOU MAGGOTS! He-he, your Emperor is speaking! "
Crowd: "What?"
"For far too long I have been overlooked by your leaders, your head mortals. Hawkeye, he is a sorry excuse for a general. The only trigger he's over pulled is his right hand when he loads up his gun. They for some ridiculous reason have decided to, he-he, keep me from claiming their most prized possessions. These shiny pieces of objects that you pitiful creatures call championships. You pussies wouldn't last a second in the Underworld.
At first I was entertained by Hawkeye's gestures. He gave me meals to eat, supplied me with nourishment. But your warriors were weak, some of them ran way with their tales in between their legs brushing up against their vaginas! I have grown tired of the amusement but when I demanded equality in your realm I was labeled a misfit, a being unfit for this society. Hawkeye laughed at me and turned me away without a second opinion. Hawkeye, that was the wrong move and your incompetence will be this place's Achilles Heel!
I refused to be condemned, I have taken the last bit of dis respect from Hawkeye, Samoa Joe or anyone else. They all talk big but deep down they are just pitiful, squared little men who sleep with their night lights and their pillows in between their legs! "
As some of the boos die down in the arena, a vast majority can still be heard as those remaining members of the crowd attempt to further anger the raging beast.
"I wouldn't quite say Joe and Hawkeye are afraid of Joe, he's just a goddamn weirdo!"
"He does have a point though, Hawkeye is quite biased. If you aren't aiding him in some crazy scheme your not getting ahead in the business! I just think Blaine has taken this a little personal, that's all. "
The Emperor of the Underworld adjusts his coat, making it more comfortable before repeatedly licking his lips as if he is mad at them. The face painted messiah then crazily digs through his hair with his freehand before clenching his teeth. Blaine then stops his feet before advancing to the ropes. The sadistic character then drops his hand from his hair and straddles it on the ropes before staring at the crowd and gaping his mouth.
Blaine forcefully snatches his hand from the ropes before rubbing the rim of his chin. From there he takes a deep breath before continuing his rant.
"As expecting, that rat bastard refused to give me a title shot at Total Carnage, a PPV that just calls for my name. I long for the opportunity to dish out pain and punishment but my nostalgia is just frowned upon by Hawkeye. Samoa Joe said I'm not worthy for a title opportunity, he claims he is the only real warrior or contender.
Daniel Thorne doesn't believe I could destroy him. He is wrong, DEAD wrong. With my bare hands I just long to rip his delicate tongue, his sophisticated tongue out his mouth before curling it up and shoving it right down his throat so he choke on his own self.
And Ryan Hughes is the worse of them all. He thinks he's just so damn spectacular, like he's so damn great. He's over hyped and he's overrated. I long to take him down a peg. I pray the day he doesn't suspect be breathing down his neck with a Splitting Maul in my right hand and hankie pankie in the other. He's another with a whispering eye substituted for a penis. They are mere pawns in a game bigger than the three of them. In this game, I am the King, The Queen, The Bishop, The Rook and The Knight and the Checkmate ends with me triumphant, sitting on the throne of pain finding them all guilty as charged.
And when they beg for my forgiveness, I will show them no remorse.
At Total Carnage, I will gain my retribution. Mark my words, this Sunday, Blaine "The Emperor of the Underworld" will be the last man laughing, the last man standing and the last man breathing easily!
I promise you mortals that!"
With his last comments Blaine thunderously slams the microphone into the mat, causing a "THUD" to echo somewhat in the arena. As his theme tune hits the P.A. system once again, blaring loudly, the menace to society is left in the ring smiling a disturbing yet equally bone chilling grin before TNT cuts to another commercial break.