Post by genocide on Mar 25, 2009 14:21:34 GMT -5
:: The scene opens with Genocide climbing into the ring, his music, “Broken Hands” playing over the PA system. He already has a microphone in hand as the music fades. ::
Genocide:
With DeathRay out indefinitely, it leaves me with no opponent leading into “March of Pain” and I’m fine with that. DeathRay liked to come out here and write checks with his mouth that his ass couldn’t cash and it resulted in him being beaten to a bloody pulp at the hands of three different men. I can’t say that I agree with their methods completely, I had all intentions of leaving DeathRay in the same shape, or worse, as they had left them. I guess I should thank Jax, Wolfie, and SubScorpion for taking care of my light work. It wouldn’t have been much of a contest had DeathRay made it to Saturday so I guess for him; it was a blessing in disguise. But enough about that, it’s no longer an issue and I’ve washed my hands of it.
I’m here to discuss my Intercontinental Championship match with TWA owner, Jaheem. *Crowd cheers* Now it’s well documented that I was given a “free pass” to “March of Pain” to compete for the Intercontinental Championship after I took DeathRay to the woodshed a few weeks back and I don’t know if Jaheem figured that he wouldn’t be able to defeat Nightmare, a match he won due to disqualification might I add. Jaheem, you’ll regret giving me a pass to “March of Pain” because as far as Sunday is concerned and you step into that ring with me, you’re not my boss, you’re competition. The name of the pay-per-view is fitting, “March of Pain”, because on that night you’ll march your sorry ass down the ramp and into this ring and pain, lots of pain, is what you’ll endure. I hope that the General Managers know how to run this place while you’re gone. I hope that they’ve got a good grasp on how to run TWA while you’re lying in a hospital bed. If not, believe that the inmates will be running the asylum. Jaheem, after I am done disposing of you, which I will. I don’t intend on being satisfied with just the Intercontinental Championship, oh no, it’s on to the next piece of hardware the United States Championship. Then after I conquer whoever is crowned the United States Champion it’s onto the TWA World Heavyweight Champion! Jaheem, I am soon to be the face of this company, it’s only a matter of time. Remember when you said, “He who holds the title bears the responsibility to lead thy team through hardships to greatness.”? Well I look at the rest of this roster and NO ONE is better qualified than me to lead TWA to the forefront of this industry. If anyone, and I mean, anyone has a different opinion please, let me know and we can settle the manner like men. But till then, the likes of Jax, Wolfie, and SubScorpion, whoever wins the United States Championship can enjoy the benefits of being the very first man to capture that title as with Crossfire or General Manager, AJ Price. Good luck to the two men who capture gold, cherish it because ultimately you did deserve it on that night. But be forewarned that I don’t mince words, I’ll tell you what my intentions are and my intentions are quite simple; I want all of the gold and I don’t care who, or what, I must go through to accomplish my goals. I know no one here can stop me your only hope is to try and contain me.
:: Genocide pauses as in a surprise turn of events the crowd is firmly behind Genocide, chanting his name. ::
Crowd:
GENOCIDE! GENOCIDE! GENOCIDE!
:: Genocide nods his head in approval and waves for the crowd to quiet down, which after a few more moments they do. ::
Genocide:
Now, before I go let me introduce you to the words that all of TWA must head from this day forward.
:: Genocide pauses, seemingly burning a hole through the head of all who are watching the promo on their television sets. ::
Genocide:
Let’s see you try…
:: Genocide lifts the microphone over his head. ::
Crowd:
…TO SURVIVE!
:: The crowd erupts into cheers as “Broken Hands” by Lamb of God plays over the arena PA system. Genocide drops the microphone as he walks over to the ropes and steps over the top and jumps down to the floor. The scene fades as Genocide makes his way back up the entrance ramp. The crowds chant of “Genocide” is heard as the screen goes black. ::
Genocide:
With DeathRay out indefinitely, it leaves me with no opponent leading into “March of Pain” and I’m fine with that. DeathRay liked to come out here and write checks with his mouth that his ass couldn’t cash and it resulted in him being beaten to a bloody pulp at the hands of three different men. I can’t say that I agree with their methods completely, I had all intentions of leaving DeathRay in the same shape, or worse, as they had left them. I guess I should thank Jax, Wolfie, and SubScorpion for taking care of my light work. It wouldn’t have been much of a contest had DeathRay made it to Saturday so I guess for him; it was a blessing in disguise. But enough about that, it’s no longer an issue and I’ve washed my hands of it.
I’m here to discuss my Intercontinental Championship match with TWA owner, Jaheem. *Crowd cheers* Now it’s well documented that I was given a “free pass” to “March of Pain” to compete for the Intercontinental Championship after I took DeathRay to the woodshed a few weeks back and I don’t know if Jaheem figured that he wouldn’t be able to defeat Nightmare, a match he won due to disqualification might I add. Jaheem, you’ll regret giving me a pass to “March of Pain” because as far as Sunday is concerned and you step into that ring with me, you’re not my boss, you’re competition. The name of the pay-per-view is fitting, “March of Pain”, because on that night you’ll march your sorry ass down the ramp and into this ring and pain, lots of pain, is what you’ll endure. I hope that the General Managers know how to run this place while you’re gone. I hope that they’ve got a good grasp on how to run TWA while you’re lying in a hospital bed. If not, believe that the inmates will be running the asylum. Jaheem, after I am done disposing of you, which I will. I don’t intend on being satisfied with just the Intercontinental Championship, oh no, it’s on to the next piece of hardware the United States Championship. Then after I conquer whoever is crowned the United States Champion it’s onto the TWA World Heavyweight Champion! Jaheem, I am soon to be the face of this company, it’s only a matter of time. Remember when you said, “He who holds the title bears the responsibility to lead thy team through hardships to greatness.”? Well I look at the rest of this roster and NO ONE is better qualified than me to lead TWA to the forefront of this industry. If anyone, and I mean, anyone has a different opinion please, let me know and we can settle the manner like men. But till then, the likes of Jax, Wolfie, and SubScorpion, whoever wins the United States Championship can enjoy the benefits of being the very first man to capture that title as with Crossfire or General Manager, AJ Price. Good luck to the two men who capture gold, cherish it because ultimately you did deserve it on that night. But be forewarned that I don’t mince words, I’ll tell you what my intentions are and my intentions are quite simple; I want all of the gold and I don’t care who, or what, I must go through to accomplish my goals. I know no one here can stop me your only hope is to try and contain me.
:: Genocide pauses as in a surprise turn of events the crowd is firmly behind Genocide, chanting his name. ::
Crowd:
GENOCIDE! GENOCIDE! GENOCIDE!
:: Genocide nods his head in approval and waves for the crowd to quiet down, which after a few more moments they do. ::
Genocide:
Now, before I go let me introduce you to the words that all of TWA must head from this day forward.
:: Genocide pauses, seemingly burning a hole through the head of all who are watching the promo on their television sets. ::
Genocide:
Let’s see you try…
:: Genocide lifts the microphone over his head. ::
Crowd:
…TO SURVIVE!
:: The crowd erupts into cheers as “Broken Hands” by Lamb of God plays over the arena PA system. Genocide drops the microphone as he walks over to the ropes and steps over the top and jumps down to the floor. The scene fades as Genocide makes his way back up the entrance ramp. The crowds chant of “Genocide” is heard as the screen goes black. ::