Post by Vladimir Strife on Oct 8, 2016 22:45:17 GMT -4
As the screen comes to life with a glimpse of white noise, it cuts away to a shot of a location familiar to most anyone who'd care to be watching: the former Solid Core Gymnasium, since renamed the Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium. In contrast to it's familiarity, the stands are devoid of any activity, a stark and cold change from the ruckus and commotion it was once known for. In the middle of the ring stand a podium, quite official looking and adorned with a round emblem baring the company's logo on it's face. Behind it, staring at the camera with a near comically scrunched and stern face is one of it's owners. The Romanian dons a raggedy and blatantly fake blonde toupee, rested upon his own long deep brunette locks. He taps upon the microphone, a thud playing through the speakers in the venue and then addresses those watching in a painfully terrible New Yorker accent.
"Citizens of America... 'is good tah be here. I am the president of EVPW.. Vladimir Strump. Tonight I have come to tell you all.. that we ah gonna make Concord Great Again!"
The Barbarian Lord, adjusting a clip on tie, takes a moment to reset his scowlish face before continuing.
"I'm here to tell you that it is TIME to remind the world what we do best! It's time to get EVPW back to work! It's time to grab life by the pussy!"
"Now, I know what you're all thinking... how is this going to be like any other time? Time and time again EVPW has risen and fallen - BECAUSE OF OBAMA, MIGHT I ADD! But this time is different... because it's the last time. We're going to do 4 shows and then we're going to close EVPW for the last time.."
His face gets a bit serious, finally, but Vladimir pulls it together and gets back to the gag.
"First of all! Four days from today, we're going to have the last EVER Wednesday Night Genesis. Then... next month, I want YOU to vote for Vladimir Strump... because we're bringing back Madhouse, baby! You're gonnah vote for who fights for the Imperial Championship! You're going to vote for who fights for some other title I haven't decided on just yet! You're going to vote on what kind of matches we see! You want a Mexican Cage Match!? Vote on it! For the record, that's like a regular cage match, but after they jump the border, we deport 'em. It's genius. The best. Yahgonnahluvit. But last but not least... for the first time EVER - You're going to vote what pay per view we do next.. That's right.. End of Innocence? From The Ashes? Abaddon's Pit? Up to you, people!"
Vladimir slips the wig off and tosses it aside, returning to his normal voice.
"That's all the voting shit, so fuck you if you think I'm doing any more of that shitty accent. Mindless fucking pandering.. I swear to fuck.. But if it'll put your ass in one of these seats, I'll fucking do it. But not for this last one..."
The GodKing takes out the pack of cigarettes that never seem to be further than arm's distance from him and lights one up, relaxing a moment as he addresses the (sorta) masses again.
"And then.. in January, we will put on our final show. No resurgences, no more last rides or one more tries after that.. Time and experience has shown the futility of that. EVPW will never be as great as it once was, that's the fact, folks. I clung to that nostalgia for far too long... this is not that, however. This isn't some chance to rally the troops of old and go back to how it was or a new age for EVPW.. it's a chance for us to lay this company we fought and strived for to rest at last in a manner which it deserves... not fizzling out or drying up or going cold, but a farewell and a closure to what I believe to have been one of the greatest chapters in wrestling's history. A chance for all of us to see off the end of an era. And with the conclusion of EVPW, I announce that after 10 years in this business as of tomorrow, it will be the conclusion of my time in professional wrestling as well. This captain is going down with his ship."
Vlad takes a deep breath before taking another drag off of his cigarette.
"And it's only fitting that I do so when Ragnarok..."
The Behemoth blows out a large cloud of smoke and continues with a grin.
"comes Full Circle."
He flicks the cigarette out into the empty stands and looks straight into the lens.
"See you next week."
~End of Thread - Sign Up below for Wednesday Night Genesis~
"Citizens of America... 'is good tah be here. I am the president of EVPW.. Vladimir Strump. Tonight I have come to tell you all.. that we ah gonna make Concord Great Again!"
The Barbarian Lord, adjusting a clip on tie, takes a moment to reset his scowlish face before continuing.
"I'm here to tell you that it is TIME to remind the world what we do best! It's time to get EVPW back to work! It's time to grab life by the pussy!"
"Now, I know what you're all thinking... how is this going to be like any other time? Time and time again EVPW has risen and fallen - BECAUSE OF OBAMA, MIGHT I ADD! But this time is different... because it's the last time. We're going to do 4 shows and then we're going to close EVPW for the last time.."
His face gets a bit serious, finally, but Vladimir pulls it together and gets back to the gag.
"First of all! Four days from today, we're going to have the last EVER Wednesday Night Genesis. Then... next month, I want YOU to vote for Vladimir Strump... because we're bringing back Madhouse, baby! You're gonnah vote for who fights for the Imperial Championship! You're going to vote for who fights for some other title I haven't decided on just yet! You're going to vote on what kind of matches we see! You want a Mexican Cage Match!? Vote on it! For the record, that's like a regular cage match, but after they jump the border, we deport 'em. It's genius. The best. Yahgonnahluvit. But last but not least... for the first time EVER - You're going to vote what pay per view we do next.. That's right.. End of Innocence? From The Ashes? Abaddon's Pit? Up to you, people!"
Vladimir slips the wig off and tosses it aside, returning to his normal voice.
"That's all the voting shit, so fuck you if you think I'm doing any more of that shitty accent. Mindless fucking pandering.. I swear to fuck.. But if it'll put your ass in one of these seats, I'll fucking do it. But not for this last one..."
The GodKing takes out the pack of cigarettes that never seem to be further than arm's distance from him and lights one up, relaxing a moment as he addresses the (sorta) masses again.
"And then.. in January, we will put on our final show. No resurgences, no more last rides or one more tries after that.. Time and experience has shown the futility of that. EVPW will never be as great as it once was, that's the fact, folks. I clung to that nostalgia for far too long... this is not that, however. This isn't some chance to rally the troops of old and go back to how it was or a new age for EVPW.. it's a chance for us to lay this company we fought and strived for to rest at last in a manner which it deserves... not fizzling out or drying up or going cold, but a farewell and a closure to what I believe to have been one of the greatest chapters in wrestling's history. A chance for all of us to see off the end of an era. And with the conclusion of EVPW, I announce that after 10 years in this business as of tomorrow, it will be the conclusion of my time in professional wrestling as well. This captain is going down with his ship."
Vlad takes a deep breath before taking another drag off of his cigarette.
"And it's only fitting that I do so when Ragnarok..."
The Behemoth blows out a large cloud of smoke and continues with a grin.
"comes Full Circle."
He flicks the cigarette out into the empty stands and looks straight into the lens.
"See you next week."
~End of Thread - Sign Up below for Wednesday Night Genesis~
