Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Jul 13, 2009 11:57:49 GMT -5
Once again, the crowd finds themselves at a peak of excitement, raising the roof with an abundant amount of their energy as they continue to scream their lungs out, down at ringside, a nearby cameraman rushes down the sides, panning through the entire front row section of the crowd as they wave and make several facial expressions on live TV. A seperate camera, however, is already stationed near the announcer's table next to the ring and the focus is placed on "Big" Al Mulligan and Colin "The Fuzz" Jennings, who continue the night with brave smiles.
Big Al
"Folks, give me a moment here just to welcome you back to the show, down at ringside here with my broadcasting partner, Colin Jennings. Colin, we've noticed some strange stuff going down as of late and it's only starting to get weirder. We've seen some funky promos and a lot of technical faults with the lighting and I've just recently heard that someone has vandalized Martin Prince's office."
Colin Jennings
"This is certainly a weird predicament that GHW has gotten itself into Al. Ghosts, blood writing and shadows in the hallways, it's like another Blair Witch Project without the stunningly good looking co-actresses and home made por- I mean, witch hunts. But for the General Manager himself, Martin Prince, this is no laughing matter at all."
Big Al
"There is certainly one issue that's gonna be raised tonight though Colin, who will be stepping out with the King of the Deathmatch Title and who will be facing who at Red, White and Bruised when we head Down Under for this month's Pay-Per-View."
Before Colin Jennings can continue though, the sychronised lighting begins flashing to the beat of a heavy influencial style of music, as the intro of "Zetsubou Billy" begins to play through the Arena PA System, from the backstage and pushing the curtains aside is General Manager, Martin Prince, dressed in his custom made suit minus the jacket and in his hand is a can of Guiness.
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?
As the General Manager makes his way down to the ring, he takes another sip of his can, ignoring each and every fan that rushes to the front, though he is worried, Martin still manages to keep his same persona in check as he reaches the near-end of his walk down the ramp, inside the ring, Charlie Coors stands ready with a microphone in his hands, Coors allows the song to progress some more before then raising the microphone up to his lips.
Charlie Coors
"Making his way to the ring, from this very place of Atlanta, Georgia. Please welcome the General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince!"
Martin slowly progresses up the steel steps, the entire arena looking only at him as he enters the ring slowly, careful not to spill his drink upon entry. Martin orders for Coors to deliver him a microphone immediately and Coors runs off to do so, as this goes on, Martin takes the final sip of Guiness and throws the can away, into the crowd. Charlie returns within moments with a GHW brand microphone in his hand, ready for Martin to use.
Martin walks around casually, taking in the cheers and the boos as he stands within the centre of the ring, in his very own hometown of Atlanta. Martin slowly raises the microphone up to his lips, thinking carefully of what to say in this live segment, "Zetsubou Billy" slowly fading into nothingness as the arena is left in silence.
Martin Prince
"Now.. Apparently, my time is coming to a near close. A bunch of morons, who decided to play, or let's specifically say.. Meddled with the wiring of my office electricity and another prankster decided it was right to leave me a threat on my wall, in some sort of red substance, be it blood or paint. But that doesn't really matter at all, what matters is that removal will cost money.. Money that could've gone to better use, like purchasing another case of Guiness or whatnot."
The crowd remains silent.
Martin Prince
"My second point. GHW has been experiencing some unexpected visitors as of late, but none more unexpected than some mask wearing weirdo. Listen son, you may be joining the show, but you're on MY roster, meaning you listen to MY rules around here. In fact, I already know who you are.. Chase Black!"
The crowd breaks the silence with a brief cheer for Chase Black.
Martin Prince
"So, here's what I'm gonna do for you. I don't like you, and I hope you don't like me, other than that, we'll be having a very fun-filled event. In fact, I'm feeling very, very good about myself that I'll make the announcement right now. You see, I have a nice little slot left open on my draft card back in my office that needs to be filled, Falls Count Anywhere Rules, and the opponent is Shawn Dreamer..
.. Chase Black! I don't know who the hell you are, or what your objectives are, really, but you know what.. Consider yourself entered into that match.. At Red, White and Bruised, within the ACER Arena in Sydney, you will be facing Shawn Dreamer in that Falls Count Anywhere match."
A chant of "Chase Black and Dreamer" begins suddenly, followed by a rowdy clap and stomp input. The chants however getting on the nerves of Martin, who sneers at the crowd.
Martin Prince
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm not done yet morons. Because you see, I've come to a realisation of who has commited such an atrocious crime in my office. I know who would've done such a low thing, by causing injury to my poor assistant Lexie Ellis. Violence is a thing that's usually rewarded here on TNT, in fact, I heavily endorse it, but when you put my assistant in harms way then you're just asking for a whole other thing.
But before you people jump on the band wagon and cheer for Winthorp Darkrites, you're horribly mistaken. Because right now, in this ring, I'm going to call out.. Chase Black!
Yes! I know you, and your mysterious ways. Come out and tell the world, no, explain to the world why you would commit such an act Chase.. COME ON OUT!"
Martin pauses with the microphone raised up, but slowly lowers it as he looks up at the stage, hoping to finally get the answers that he deserves..
TBC Chase Black
Big Al
"Folks, give me a moment here just to welcome you back to the show, down at ringside here with my broadcasting partner, Colin Jennings. Colin, we've noticed some strange stuff going down as of late and it's only starting to get weirder. We've seen some funky promos and a lot of technical faults with the lighting and I've just recently heard that someone has vandalized Martin Prince's office."
Colin Jennings
"This is certainly a weird predicament that GHW has gotten itself into Al. Ghosts, blood writing and shadows in the hallways, it's like another Blair Witch Project without the stunningly good looking co-actresses and home made por- I mean, witch hunts. But for the General Manager himself, Martin Prince, this is no laughing matter at all."
Big Al
"There is certainly one issue that's gonna be raised tonight though Colin, who will be stepping out with the King of the Deathmatch Title and who will be facing who at Red, White and Bruised when we head Down Under for this month's Pay-Per-View."
Before Colin Jennings can continue though, the sychronised lighting begins flashing to the beat of a heavy influencial style of music, as the intro of "Zetsubou Billy" begins to play through the Arena PA System, from the backstage and pushing the curtains aside is General Manager, Martin Prince, dressed in his custom made suit minus the jacket and in his hand is a can of Guiness.
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?
As the General Manager makes his way down to the ring, he takes another sip of his can, ignoring each and every fan that rushes to the front, though he is worried, Martin still manages to keep his same persona in check as he reaches the near-end of his walk down the ramp, inside the ring, Charlie Coors stands ready with a microphone in his hands, Coors allows the song to progress some more before then raising the microphone up to his lips.
Charlie Coors
"Making his way to the ring, from this very place of Atlanta, Georgia. Please welcome the General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Martin Prince!"
Martin slowly progresses up the steel steps, the entire arena looking only at him as he enters the ring slowly, careful not to spill his drink upon entry. Martin orders for Coors to deliver him a microphone immediately and Coors runs off to do so, as this goes on, Martin takes the final sip of Guiness and throws the can away, into the crowd. Charlie returns within moments with a GHW brand microphone in his hand, ready for Martin to use.
Martin walks around casually, taking in the cheers and the boos as he stands within the centre of the ring, in his very own hometown of Atlanta. Martin slowly raises the microphone up to his lips, thinking carefully of what to say in this live segment, "Zetsubou Billy" slowly fading into nothingness as the arena is left in silence.
Martin Prince
"Now.. Apparently, my time is coming to a near close. A bunch of morons, who decided to play, or let's specifically say.. Meddled with the wiring of my office electricity and another prankster decided it was right to leave me a threat on my wall, in some sort of red substance, be it blood or paint. But that doesn't really matter at all, what matters is that removal will cost money.. Money that could've gone to better use, like purchasing another case of Guiness or whatnot."
The crowd remains silent.
Martin Prince
"My second point. GHW has been experiencing some unexpected visitors as of late, but none more unexpected than some mask wearing weirdo. Listen son, you may be joining the show, but you're on MY roster, meaning you listen to MY rules around here. In fact, I already know who you are.. Chase Black!"
The crowd breaks the silence with a brief cheer for Chase Black.
Martin Prince
"So, here's what I'm gonna do for you. I don't like you, and I hope you don't like me, other than that, we'll be having a very fun-filled event. In fact, I'm feeling very, very good about myself that I'll make the announcement right now. You see, I have a nice little slot left open on my draft card back in my office that needs to be filled, Falls Count Anywhere Rules, and the opponent is Shawn Dreamer..
.. Chase Black! I don't know who the hell you are, or what your objectives are, really, but you know what.. Consider yourself entered into that match.. At Red, White and Bruised, within the ACER Arena in Sydney, you will be facing Shawn Dreamer in that Falls Count Anywhere match."
A chant of "Chase Black and Dreamer" begins suddenly, followed by a rowdy clap and stomp input. The chants however getting on the nerves of Martin, who sneers at the crowd.
Martin Prince
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm not done yet morons. Because you see, I've come to a realisation of who has commited such an atrocious crime in my office. I know who would've done such a low thing, by causing injury to my poor assistant Lexie Ellis. Violence is a thing that's usually rewarded here on TNT, in fact, I heavily endorse it, but when you put my assistant in harms way then you're just asking for a whole other thing.
But before you people jump on the band wagon and cheer for Winthorp Darkrites, you're horribly mistaken. Because right now, in this ring, I'm going to call out.. Chase Black!
Yes! I know you, and your mysterious ways. Come out and tell the world, no, explain to the world why you would commit such an act Chase.. COME ON OUT!"
Martin pauses with the microphone raised up, but slowly lowers it as he looks up at the stage, hoping to finally get the answers that he deserves..
TBC Chase Black