Post by M BISON on Aug 25, 2009 3:24:43 GMT -4
(Got bored and wanted to post a promo, but had nothing to write here, so I wrote one on GHW to make everyone piss their pants. 
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In the middle of the night, a dark figure sitting on a sidewalk is visible from the side. The form raises its left hand to its mouth as the end of a cigarette brightens. As the camera approaches, a cloud of smoke shoots from the mouth of the man sitting there, the man that GHW is currently focusing on. His head turns toward the camera watching him, then he plants his right hand into the concrete and pushes himself to a standing position. Walking into the lights near the street, the viewers in the crowd and at home needn't adjust their eyes to the man it turns out to be. Unseen in GHW since declaring it dead, clad in a Black Label Society t-shirt and blue jeans, Metal Dragon grins as he takes another drag of his cigarette, his mere appearance sending shockwaves to Summer Ritual all the way from his hometown of Nashville.
"Surprised to see me?"
MD flicks the cigarette and watches the orange embers fall to the sidewalk like hot snow. Collecting his words, the Stone Orchard member takes another puff of the Marlboro 100 in his hand, then blows the smoke directly at the camera.
"I may be the Man of Golden Words, and everyone knows that I'm considered a pretty laid back and jovial guy right now, but I am also the man who has accomplished more than every member of the GHW roster combined. Remember that time that Stone Orchard threw Evan Fallen Angel through the stage and he was never seen in GHW again? Remember when I destroyed Damien Kain? Hell, maybe I was following Vortigern's orders, but don't doubt that I enjoyed it. Remember when we totally ransacked Emblem's talk show just because we could?"
MD looks at his cigarette. Seeing it burn away slowly, he lifts it to his mouth again and sucks in the nicotine. A second later, another cloud of smoke rushes toward the camera before floating in the air as The Metallic One continues his sermon.
"Remember when I was both Charging Glory AND King of the Deathmatch Champion at the same time? The only other man to do that was Vladimir Strife, and where is he? Where the f*ck is he? NOWHERE! He lost to KingBear, took his ball, and went home! The impact that I can bring is unrivaled. I mean, Dominik Santiago was made a star by losing to me! Where am I going with this, though? Hm... Good question."
Another quick drag of the cigarette brings it very close to the filter. As Dragon exhales, he throws the butt aside.
"From World Warz 2008, the night that I beat The Psycho Kid for the GHW Television Championship, I have been destroying nearly everything in my path, and anything I wasn't able to beat is nowhere to be seen. Rhaps defeated me over on EVPW... Yeah, good for him. However, I decimated him so much in that match that he wasn't the same since. He's lost to Kahlan, for fuck's sake, and he's too much of a coward to fight me again because he knows how much I want to rip his face off. Johnny Enmity came to EVPW and I sent him packing just as quickly when I wiped the floor with that piece of crap. Crazy Boy got in my face and I threw him off of a ladder into an exploding cage. Where is he now? You tell me. People who step into a ring with me leave with a different state of mind. You wanna know why Dominik Santiago took off so fast despite losing to me?"
MD clears his throat before delivering the answer.
"He was insane enough to take the punishment I dished out to him and get better from it. Most... are not so lucky. Most go through the crucible that is a match against Metal Dragon and they collapse, they crumble, they sometimes even quit. The quitting... just disgusts me. Funny, it actually makes me want to hurt them more."
Dragon scratches his chin with one hand while reaching into his pocket. MD pulls his cell phone out and flips it open, muttering under his breath about how much of a douchebag the person who texted him is. The phone goes back into the pocket.
"Now, when I see this roster, save for Winthorp Darkrites, I see a bunch of failures. They're the opposite of has-beens, hell, at least has-beens have done something before. I see a bunch of college-age brats bastardizing this sport. I already gave you all a bunch of 'Remember when...' questions, but this one's pretty good: Remember when GHW wasn't a joke and its wrestlers were respectable? The King of Deathmatches right now is Khristian Gore. Dazzle's fat ass was in contention for it not too long ago. That makes me sick. Matthew Oliveira, Metal Dragon, Vladimir Strife, Hayden HardKore, and Collin Fitzpatrick are the only Kings of the Deathmatch as far as I'm concerned because they've been a nobody preceded by a whiny little emo bitch since then."
"Why am I complaining about GHW, though? Why do I care; I'm just a Judas that walked out last year and then this year as well. I care because GHW has had some of the greatest times of my life, and... see... maybe, just MAYBE... I see Khristian Gore and I wonder what it's like to win the same belt twice. Maybe at Code Blue, maybe at Gods vs. Heretics, I'd like to destroy not something, but someONE. It could be any reason. Maybe it's because it's just not the same at EVPW, you see. I wrestle, I beat people, they bitch and whine, I beat them again, and then I cut a funny promo. Ripping someone to shreds and then throwing some kind of acidic substance on their wounds... that just feels so much more comfortable here. I miss it. I miss being, heh... a heretic, I guess. I left my old sadism here, and maybe it's elongated my career some, but I feel like a part of me is missing."
The man speaking cracks his knuckles and takes a deep breath, then finishes.
"GHW, remember late 2007 all the way to fall of 2008. When I decide that I want to show up at an event, I will. When I do, you will pay attention. Then, if you're in my crosshairs, don't bother running. If you try to stop me, I'll show you why I was the 2008 Hardcore Games Champion. Now, I'm going to leave you to contemplate what I've said. I have spoken, and my words are wisdom for those to listen and a warning for those who do not. That said, I hope you listened."
MD walks backwards, away from the camera and out of the lights.
End of Thread
)In the middle of the night, a dark figure sitting on a sidewalk is visible from the side. The form raises its left hand to its mouth as the end of a cigarette brightens. As the camera approaches, a cloud of smoke shoots from the mouth of the man sitting there, the man that GHW is currently focusing on. His head turns toward the camera watching him, then he plants his right hand into the concrete and pushes himself to a standing position. Walking into the lights near the street, the viewers in the crowd and at home needn't adjust their eyes to the man it turns out to be. Unseen in GHW since declaring it dead, clad in a Black Label Society t-shirt and blue jeans, Metal Dragon grins as he takes another drag of his cigarette, his mere appearance sending shockwaves to Summer Ritual all the way from his hometown of Nashville.
"Surprised to see me?"
MD flicks the cigarette and watches the orange embers fall to the sidewalk like hot snow. Collecting his words, the Stone Orchard member takes another puff of the Marlboro 100 in his hand, then blows the smoke directly at the camera.
"I may be the Man of Golden Words, and everyone knows that I'm considered a pretty laid back and jovial guy right now, but I am also the man who has accomplished more than every member of the GHW roster combined. Remember that time that Stone Orchard threw Evan Fallen Angel through the stage and he was never seen in GHW again? Remember when I destroyed Damien Kain? Hell, maybe I was following Vortigern's orders, but don't doubt that I enjoyed it. Remember when we totally ransacked Emblem's talk show just because we could?"
MD looks at his cigarette. Seeing it burn away slowly, he lifts it to his mouth again and sucks in the nicotine. A second later, another cloud of smoke rushes toward the camera before floating in the air as The Metallic One continues his sermon.
"Remember when I was both Charging Glory AND King of the Deathmatch Champion at the same time? The only other man to do that was Vladimir Strife, and where is he? Where the f*ck is he? NOWHERE! He lost to KingBear, took his ball, and went home! The impact that I can bring is unrivaled. I mean, Dominik Santiago was made a star by losing to me! Where am I going with this, though? Hm... Good question."
Another quick drag of the cigarette brings it very close to the filter. As Dragon exhales, he throws the butt aside.
"From World Warz 2008, the night that I beat The Psycho Kid for the GHW Television Championship, I have been destroying nearly everything in my path, and anything I wasn't able to beat is nowhere to be seen. Rhaps defeated me over on EVPW... Yeah, good for him. However, I decimated him so much in that match that he wasn't the same since. He's lost to Kahlan, for fuck's sake, and he's too much of a coward to fight me again because he knows how much I want to rip his face off. Johnny Enmity came to EVPW and I sent him packing just as quickly when I wiped the floor with that piece of crap. Crazy Boy got in my face and I threw him off of a ladder into an exploding cage. Where is he now? You tell me. People who step into a ring with me leave with a different state of mind. You wanna know why Dominik Santiago took off so fast despite losing to me?"
MD clears his throat before delivering the answer.
"He was insane enough to take the punishment I dished out to him and get better from it. Most... are not so lucky. Most go through the crucible that is a match against Metal Dragon and they collapse, they crumble, they sometimes even quit. The quitting... just disgusts me. Funny, it actually makes me want to hurt them more."
Dragon scratches his chin with one hand while reaching into his pocket. MD pulls his cell phone out and flips it open, muttering under his breath about how much of a douchebag the person who texted him is. The phone goes back into the pocket.
"Now, when I see this roster, save for Winthorp Darkrites, I see a bunch of failures. They're the opposite of has-beens, hell, at least has-beens have done something before. I see a bunch of college-age brats bastardizing this sport. I already gave you all a bunch of 'Remember when...' questions, but this one's pretty good: Remember when GHW wasn't a joke and its wrestlers were respectable? The King of Deathmatches right now is Khristian Gore. Dazzle's fat ass was in contention for it not too long ago. That makes me sick. Matthew Oliveira, Metal Dragon, Vladimir Strife, Hayden HardKore, and Collin Fitzpatrick are the only Kings of the Deathmatch as far as I'm concerned because they've been a nobody preceded by a whiny little emo bitch since then."
"Why am I complaining about GHW, though? Why do I care; I'm just a Judas that walked out last year and then this year as well. I care because GHW has had some of the greatest times of my life, and... see... maybe, just MAYBE... I see Khristian Gore and I wonder what it's like to win the same belt twice. Maybe at Code Blue, maybe at Gods vs. Heretics, I'd like to destroy not something, but someONE. It could be any reason. Maybe it's because it's just not the same at EVPW, you see. I wrestle, I beat people, they bitch and whine, I beat them again, and then I cut a funny promo. Ripping someone to shreds and then throwing some kind of acidic substance on their wounds... that just feels so much more comfortable here. I miss it. I miss being, heh... a heretic, I guess. I left my old sadism here, and maybe it's elongated my career some, but I feel like a part of me is missing."
The man speaking cracks his knuckles and takes a deep breath, then finishes.
"GHW, remember late 2007 all the way to fall of 2008. When I decide that I want to show up at an event, I will. When I do, you will pay attention. Then, if you're in my crosshairs, don't bother running. If you try to stop me, I'll show you why I was the 2008 Hardcore Games Champion. Now, I'm going to leave you to contemplate what I've said. I have spoken, and my words are wisdom for those to listen and a warning for those who do not. That said, I hope you listened."
MD walks backwards, away from the camera and out of the lights.
End of Thread
