Post by Metal Dragon on May 4, 2009 13:46:52 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm going to RP this pretending that the crowd and everyone already know that I'm the GM, since I can't be bothered to try to explain it in-character.)
Tuesday Night Triumph opens with the camera scanning the crowd, "G-H-Dub!" chants filling the arena. Every knob controlling sound is turned to the perfect setting, the TitanTron displays "GHW" in large silver lettering... Yes, everything on TNT seems perfect to start the show.
Al: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph! It's good to have our jobs back, isn't it Colin?"
Colin: "Yes it is, and it's the first show with got our new general manager. He's about to address us."
"I'll cover my ears while that moron talks."
Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the general manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Metal Dragon!"
The opening drums of "Impossible Brutality" by Kreator roll through the arena, vibrating the eardrums of the crowd. The guitar then kicks in and blasts through the venue, drowning out the noise of every man, woman, and child in the arena as they all stand on their feet and try to cheer over the song. Music and applause meld with one another as Metal Dragon steps out onto the entrance ramp, dressed in a gray suit and tie with black suede shoes on his feet. The general manager grips a microphone tightly in his left hand as he walks down the ramp, nodding to the cheering fans who stretch their hands out toward him but not high-fiving them.
"That's something you don't see every day. Metal Dragon in a suit."
"Something you DO see every day is Trickshot making stupid decisions like giving this guy any kind of authority possible. Remember the last time he was GM? He fired the top money draw in the damn company. If this guy's ego doesn't kill GHW, there is a God after all."
The GM walks up the ring steps, then steps between the top and middle ropes into the squared circle. The man who has held three belts in GHW, been a part of arguably its most dominant stable ever, and put on some of its most memorable matches all in the span of one year, walks into the middle of the ring and lifts the microphone to his lips. The chants of "Metal Dragon" bombard the current center of attention as he finally speaks.
MD: "Thank you. Thank you. Please quiet down for a minute. I have a lot to say."
The chant slowly dies out.
"Now he's coddling the fans. 'Please quiet down'... He's gotta be more strict."
"I usually don't have an issue with people chanting my name like that, but please save your voices for later tonight. We have a lot to address. See, Daniel Throne has left GHW."
Scattered boos go through the arena as Dragon nods his head, in some understanding of the fans' disappointment.
"However, I've pulled out my handy dandy cell phone and contacted a number of people. While not all the people I managed to get here are here full time, some just for NeXuS, I can promise you that each and every one of you will leave the show or turn off your TV and be glad you spent the time, and possibly money, to watch."
The crowd cheers as MD clears his throat and thinks about what to say next.
"He looks confident about his ability to do this job."
"Enough with the crowd-pleasing fluff. Get to business."
"As for Throne's belts, they will both have rightful holders by the end of the pay-per-view. For the New Age title, we're still trying to decide whether we want to have a match for it at NeXuS or give it to the winner of the NeXuS Deathmatch, in place of the usual title shot. The Charging Glory title picture will be painted in these following weeks, with a winner at NeXuS. In other news, Tremo La'Crow's Television Championship will be defended next week, against the winner of a number-one contender's match tonight. Then comes the best part..."
Metal Dragon smiles and adjusts his collar as the crowd listens.
"In tonight's main event, the new King of the Deathmatch Champion WILL be crowned. Shawn Dreamer, Collin Fitzpatrick, and Sick Nick Mondo all won their tournament matches at World Warz. Of course, Mondo was attacked afterward and injured, so I have to replace him..."
The crowd boos the unfortunate occurrence, Dragon nodding in agreement again.
"See, the beautiful thing here is that I get to punish this 'Dazzle' fellow by putting him in Nick's place. BUT WAIT, I know, boo... boo... boo... that's not fair. It is fair. Dazzle will be punished because these three people are facing off in a No Man's Land Deathmatch!"
"WHAT?!"
"Hell yes! This is going to be good!"
The crowd cheers, some of them remembering how brutal that match was, others knowing how brutal it sounds and giving fanfare for their indiscriminate bloodthirst.
"If Dazzle wants to attack one of MY employees, he'd better get ready to have chunks of his flesh blown off. To help explain the rules come time for the match, I have picked a special guest referee, who is also participating in the NeXuS Deathmatch later this month. He is quite familiar with being in No Man's Land, and it's going to be good to see him in GHW. I'm not going to spoil the surprise; just wait for his music to hit."
"Who could the referee be?"
"What difference does it make who the ref is in a deathmatch anyway?"
Dragon turns toward the entranceway as the crowd quiets, waiting for MD's guest ref for tonight's main event to show his face.
TBC You Know Who
Tuesday Night Triumph opens with the camera scanning the crowd, "G-H-Dub!" chants filling the arena. Every knob controlling sound is turned to the perfect setting, the TitanTron displays "GHW" in large silver lettering... Yes, everything on TNT seems perfect to start the show.
Al: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph! It's good to have our jobs back, isn't it Colin?"
Colin: "Yes it is, and it's the first show with got our new general manager. He's about to address us."
"I'll cover my ears while that moron talks."
Coors: "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the general manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Metal Dragon!"
The opening drums of "Impossible Brutality" by Kreator roll through the arena, vibrating the eardrums of the crowd. The guitar then kicks in and blasts through the venue, drowning out the noise of every man, woman, and child in the arena as they all stand on their feet and try to cheer over the song. Music and applause meld with one another as Metal Dragon steps out onto the entrance ramp, dressed in a gray suit and tie with black suede shoes on his feet. The general manager grips a microphone tightly in his left hand as he walks down the ramp, nodding to the cheering fans who stretch their hands out toward him but not high-fiving them.
"That's something you don't see every day. Metal Dragon in a suit."
"Something you DO see every day is Trickshot making stupid decisions like giving this guy any kind of authority possible. Remember the last time he was GM? He fired the top money draw in the damn company. If this guy's ego doesn't kill GHW, there is a God after all."
The GM walks up the ring steps, then steps between the top and middle ropes into the squared circle. The man who has held three belts in GHW, been a part of arguably its most dominant stable ever, and put on some of its most memorable matches all in the span of one year, walks into the middle of the ring and lifts the microphone to his lips. The chants of "Metal Dragon" bombard the current center of attention as he finally speaks.
MD: "Thank you. Thank you. Please quiet down for a minute. I have a lot to say."
The chant slowly dies out.
"Now he's coddling the fans. 'Please quiet down'... He's gotta be more strict."
"I usually don't have an issue with people chanting my name like that, but please save your voices for later tonight. We have a lot to address. See, Daniel Throne has left GHW."
Scattered boos go through the arena as Dragon nods his head, in some understanding of the fans' disappointment.
"However, I've pulled out my handy dandy cell phone and contacted a number of people. While not all the people I managed to get here are here full time, some just for NeXuS, I can promise you that each and every one of you will leave the show or turn off your TV and be glad you spent the time, and possibly money, to watch."
The crowd cheers as MD clears his throat and thinks about what to say next.
"He looks confident about his ability to do this job."
"Enough with the crowd-pleasing fluff. Get to business."
"As for Throne's belts, they will both have rightful holders by the end of the pay-per-view. For the New Age title, we're still trying to decide whether we want to have a match for it at NeXuS or give it to the winner of the NeXuS Deathmatch, in place of the usual title shot. The Charging Glory title picture will be painted in these following weeks, with a winner at NeXuS. In other news, Tremo La'Crow's Television Championship will be defended next week, against the winner of a number-one contender's match tonight. Then comes the best part..."
Metal Dragon smiles and adjusts his collar as the crowd listens.
"In tonight's main event, the new King of the Deathmatch Champion WILL be crowned. Shawn Dreamer, Collin Fitzpatrick, and Sick Nick Mondo all won their tournament matches at World Warz. Of course, Mondo was attacked afterward and injured, so I have to replace him..."
The crowd boos the unfortunate occurrence, Dragon nodding in agreement again.
"See, the beautiful thing here is that I get to punish this 'Dazzle' fellow by putting him in Nick's place. BUT WAIT, I know, boo... boo... boo... that's not fair. It is fair. Dazzle will be punished because these three people are facing off in a No Man's Land Deathmatch!"
"WHAT?!"
"Hell yes! This is going to be good!"
The crowd cheers, some of them remembering how brutal that match was, others knowing how brutal it sounds and giving fanfare for their indiscriminate bloodthirst.
"If Dazzle wants to attack one of MY employees, he'd better get ready to have chunks of his flesh blown off. To help explain the rules come time for the match, I have picked a special guest referee, who is also participating in the NeXuS Deathmatch later this month. He is quite familiar with being in No Man's Land, and it's going to be good to see him in GHW. I'm not going to spoil the surprise; just wait for his music to hit."
"Who could the referee be?"
"What difference does it make who the ref is in a deathmatch anyway?"
Dragon turns toward the entranceway as the crowd quiets, waiting for MD's guest ref for tonight's main event to show his face.
TBC You Know Who