Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 4, 2009 11:53:27 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Triumph opens up to a beautiful display of pyrotechnical works as the crowd is sent into a raging cheer to start off TNT a few nights after the Pay-Per-View, many fans still buzzing over it amongst themselves as the camera positions itself at ringside near the announcers table, Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings and "Big" Al Mulligan putting their headsets on and adjusting their ties.
Big Al
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph. I'm 'Big' Al Mulligan here tonight with Colin 'The Fuzz' Jennings here in the beautiful Gentry Complex, here in Nashville, Tennessee. Though unfortunately surrounding us are the local hicks who are- Hey! Don't touch me!"
Al raises a fist and turns to the member of the audience that touched him, meanwhile, Colin clears his throat as the camera turns to him.
Colin Jennings
"Hmm, well anyway. Tonight we are going to see the arrival of our two new champions on TNT tonight as Blake Valediction, who is the new King of The Deathmatch Champion, will take on Gnarfflinger The Butcher in the Pre-Main Event match that'll lead to the actual Main Event bout, between new GHW World Champion, Winthorp Darkrites and an Unknown Opponent.
Just as the fans begin to get settled in their seats, the lighting in the arena fades to black and the arena is left in subtle darkness. The lights positioned on stage begin to light up and reflect their bright gaze upon the cold steel.
Suddenly, the heavy chords of a guitar followed by the beating of a snaredrum is heard through the Arena PA System, the arena left in darkness still as the lights on stage get brighter, illuminating the entire stage as "Zetsubou Billy" by Maximum The Hormone begins to play through the PA System.
Everlasting depression, this one page
Fleeting tactics, to those eyes
Without supplication, evil in law, connecting toward prison
Note with deadly poison, harboring fear at earthly desires
Incessant drool at delusional lies
Judgment, prattling on of crime unification
Who knows how to break the deadlock?
The curtains are pushed aside, and dressed in a complete black suit, with suave black leather shoes and a microphone in hand, is General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince. Martin looks around at the crowd surrounding him, a slight smirk on his face as the crowd begins to boo ferociously at him, the image of the Main Event at Tried and Convicted still on their minds. Prince starts to walk down the ramp as the arena lighting returns to normal, as the Charismatic GM ignores each crowd member in the front of row who have their hands held out for some kind recognition from the GM.
Charlie Coors
"Making his way to the ring, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia. The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince!"
Big Al
"And here he comes, the man that makes it all happen here in GHW. He's recently risen to the ranks of General Manager and already he has made career changing decisions around here, one of them being his appearance at the T&C's main event where he had an influental talk with Winthorp Darkrites."
Colin Jennings
"Influental? He struck him with a damn chair for christ sake! Martin is nothing but a person who'd do anything to see the title around the waist of the right people, and what he did to Winthorp shows us that."
Martin Prince takes a walk up the steel steps and stands on the edge of the ring, analyzing his surroundings and the people within his vicinity before turning to the ropes and entering the ring through the middle rope. Martin stands in the centre of the ring, sending Charlie Coors out of the ring with a casual wave of his hand and pauses, he awaits the half of the boo's from the crowd until he finally decides to raise the microphone up to his lips. "Zetsubou Billy" coming to an abrupt end.
Martin Prince
"Alright, let me get down to the point here. Few people are unhappy, and one guy left. Big deal, not a big problem for me, because if someone is unhappy and decides to show any signs of a revolt, then the door is wide open for them to leave, unless of course they weigh about 400 pounds and require the assistance of the jaws of life."
The crowd begins to boo in response to this.
Martin Prince
"Listen, shut up for a second here because I'm up to here with this crap already. You see, I've been faced with a few problems here during the past two days. One, the GHW World Championship is the hands of the wrong person. The King of the Deathmatch Championship is of no concern to me, Blake Valediction is a worthy champion in my opinion. Winthorp Darkrites on the otherhand isn't, which goes on to why I interupted in the Triple Threat on Sunday.
You see, I knew Winthorp showed some promising technique and ability in that match, but I knew that the title still belonged to Gnarfflinger The Butcher, the man is a veteran and a veteran is someone who could lead the company into a new age, which is quite ironic since the GHW World Championship was the result of the merging between the Charing Glory title and...believe it or not, the NEW AGE title."
The crowd remain silent. However, after awhile, a growing "Winthorp Darkrites" chant begins to rally up.
Martin Prince
"Always you people and your damn Darkrites chants. Well, let me fill you people in on something, the Main Event for Tonight isn't completely booked yet and your World Champion is scheduled to face someone. His opponent is someone who has braved several challenges and faced multiple legendary figures in today's generation of wrestling figureheads. He is..the phenominal, the undisputed fighter..he is..JORDAN ELLIOT!"
Big Al
"Did he just say..Jordan Elliot? Bahahahaha! That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. I mean, sure, cool story bro, but this is just beyond something that's completely unexpected."
Martin Prince
"That's not all folks, because not only is his opponent Jordan Elliot, but the match will be a submission match! So get your boot's laced up and your doctor on call Darkrites cause tonight..You're going-"
"Pray for Plagues" by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play through the Arena PA System this time around, Winthorp Darkrites coming out almost instantly, dressed in his wrestling attire minus the trenchcoat, but with a black GHW T-shirt on. The GHW World Championship title around his waist. The World Champ stares at Martin Prince, who returns the glare with ease.
Colin Jennings
"Here we go! Tension building up between the two collateral forces here in the company. The General Manager, who makes all the decisions and the World Champion, who is the public figure for the show and it's competitors. Without either of the two, the company would be left simply for dead, honestly."
Big Al
"No doubt, no doubt."
Winthorp unbuckles the leather strap and takes a hold of the World title in his hands, still staring at Martin Prince, who looks absolutely furious at this interuption caused by Darkrites. Winthorp looks smug as he raises the title into the air, the crowd erupting into cheers as The NeXuS Champion shows no sign of fear while confronting the General Manager, Winthorp mouths out the sentence, "This stays around my waist", and turns his back on the GM, pushing the curtains to the side and proceeding to make his way into the backstage, Martin Prince throwing the microphone onto the mat in rage, the feedback from the microphone making loud noises through the PA as "Pray for Plagues" continues to play.
Big Al
"As the title of the song suggests, Winthorp better pray for his own career after that display of disrespect shown towards the General Manager. If Winthorp was smart, he'd show some decency and apologise to him later tonight."
Colin Jennings
"This is a brand new age Al, Martin Prince is the type of man to attack you with a con-chair-to in the middle of the ring during a match just to try and cost it for you. If there's anything that needs to be done, it's trying to calm down the enraged GM before he does anything drastic."
EOT.
Big Al
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph. I'm 'Big' Al Mulligan here tonight with Colin 'The Fuzz' Jennings here in the beautiful Gentry Complex, here in Nashville, Tennessee. Though unfortunately surrounding us are the local hicks who are- Hey! Don't touch me!"
Al raises a fist and turns to the member of the audience that touched him, meanwhile, Colin clears his throat as the camera turns to him.
Colin Jennings
"Hmm, well anyway. Tonight we are going to see the arrival of our two new champions on TNT tonight as Blake Valediction, who is the new King of The Deathmatch Champion, will take on Gnarfflinger The Butcher in the Pre-Main Event match that'll lead to the actual Main Event bout, between new GHW World Champion, Winthorp Darkrites and an Unknown Opponent.
Just as the fans begin to get settled in their seats, the lighting in the arena fades to black and the arena is left in subtle darkness. The lights positioned on stage begin to light up and reflect their bright gaze upon the cold steel.
Suddenly, the heavy chords of a guitar followed by the beating of a snaredrum is heard through the Arena PA System, the arena left in darkness still as the lights on stage get brighter, illuminating the entire stage as "Zetsubou Billy" by Maximum The Hormone begins to play through the PA System.
Everlasting depression, this one page
Fleeting tactics, to those eyes
Without supplication, evil in law, connecting toward prison
Note with deadly poison, harboring fear at earthly desires
Incessant drool at delusional lies
Judgment, prattling on of crime unification
Who knows how to break the deadlock?
The curtains are pushed aside, and dressed in a complete black suit, with suave black leather shoes and a microphone in hand, is General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince. Martin looks around at the crowd surrounding him, a slight smirk on his face as the crowd begins to boo ferociously at him, the image of the Main Event at Tried and Convicted still on their minds. Prince starts to walk down the ramp as the arena lighting returns to normal, as the Charismatic GM ignores each crowd member in the front of row who have their hands held out for some kind recognition from the GM.
Charlie Coors
"Making his way to the ring, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia. The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince!"
Big Al
"And here he comes, the man that makes it all happen here in GHW. He's recently risen to the ranks of General Manager and already he has made career changing decisions around here, one of them being his appearance at the T&C's main event where he had an influental talk with Winthorp Darkrites."
Colin Jennings
"Influental? He struck him with a damn chair for christ sake! Martin is nothing but a person who'd do anything to see the title around the waist of the right people, and what he did to Winthorp shows us that."
Martin Prince takes a walk up the steel steps and stands on the edge of the ring, analyzing his surroundings and the people within his vicinity before turning to the ropes and entering the ring through the middle rope. Martin stands in the centre of the ring, sending Charlie Coors out of the ring with a casual wave of his hand and pauses, he awaits the half of the boo's from the crowd until he finally decides to raise the microphone up to his lips. "Zetsubou Billy" coming to an abrupt end.
Martin Prince
"Alright, let me get down to the point here. Few people are unhappy, and one guy left. Big deal, not a big problem for me, because if someone is unhappy and decides to show any signs of a revolt, then the door is wide open for them to leave, unless of course they weigh about 400 pounds and require the assistance of the jaws of life."
The crowd begins to boo in response to this.
Martin Prince
"Listen, shut up for a second here because I'm up to here with this crap already. You see, I've been faced with a few problems here during the past two days. One, the GHW World Championship is the hands of the wrong person. The King of the Deathmatch Championship is of no concern to me, Blake Valediction is a worthy champion in my opinion. Winthorp Darkrites on the otherhand isn't, which goes on to why I interupted in the Triple Threat on Sunday.
You see, I knew Winthorp showed some promising technique and ability in that match, but I knew that the title still belonged to Gnarfflinger The Butcher, the man is a veteran and a veteran is someone who could lead the company into a new age, which is quite ironic since the GHW World Championship was the result of the merging between the Charing Glory title and...believe it or not, the NEW AGE title."
The crowd remain silent. However, after awhile, a growing "Winthorp Darkrites" chant begins to rally up.
Martin Prince
"Always you people and your damn Darkrites chants. Well, let me fill you people in on something, the Main Event for Tonight isn't completely booked yet and your World Champion is scheduled to face someone. His opponent is someone who has braved several challenges and faced multiple legendary figures in today's generation of wrestling figureheads. He is..the phenominal, the undisputed fighter..he is..JORDAN ELLIOT!"
Big Al
"Did he just say..Jordan Elliot? Bahahahaha! That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. I mean, sure, cool story bro, but this is just beyond something that's completely unexpected."
Martin Prince
"That's not all folks, because not only is his opponent Jordan Elliot, but the match will be a submission match! So get your boot's laced up and your doctor on call Darkrites cause tonight..You're going-"
"Pray for Plagues" by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play through the Arena PA System this time around, Winthorp Darkrites coming out almost instantly, dressed in his wrestling attire minus the trenchcoat, but with a black GHW T-shirt on. The GHW World Championship title around his waist. The World Champ stares at Martin Prince, who returns the glare with ease.
Colin Jennings
"Here we go! Tension building up between the two collateral forces here in the company. The General Manager, who makes all the decisions and the World Champion, who is the public figure for the show and it's competitors. Without either of the two, the company would be left simply for dead, honestly."
Big Al
"No doubt, no doubt."
Winthorp unbuckles the leather strap and takes a hold of the World title in his hands, still staring at Martin Prince, who looks absolutely furious at this interuption caused by Darkrites. Winthorp looks smug as he raises the title into the air, the crowd erupting into cheers as The NeXuS Champion shows no sign of fear while confronting the General Manager, Winthorp mouths out the sentence, "This stays around my waist", and turns his back on the GM, pushing the curtains to the side and proceeding to make his way into the backstage, Martin Prince throwing the microphone onto the mat in rage, the feedback from the microphone making loud noises through the PA as "Pray for Plagues" continues to play.
Big Al
"As the title of the song suggests, Winthorp better pray for his own career after that display of disrespect shown towards the General Manager. If Winthorp was smart, he'd show some decency and apologise to him later tonight."
Colin Jennings
"This is a brand new age Al, Martin Prince is the type of man to attack you with a con-chair-to in the middle of the ring during a match just to try and cost it for you. If there's anything that needs to be done, it's trying to calm down the enraged GM before he does anything drastic."
EOT.