Post by princesslove on Sept 22, 2010 9:57:02 GMT -5
DEMONIC ANGEL ;; OMEGA
In the deep confines of Omega's pitch black locker room, everything is silent. Nothing is going on, but an ominous feeling is felt by everyone in the audience as they lay in wait. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a plethora of candles, placed in a perfect circle around a throne, light up immensely; illuminating the room and showing the disgruntled Omega sitting on the gothic throne. A mixed reaction is heard as the Demonic Angel swipes his blood-red-highlighted hair and begins to speak.
"The past two weeks haven't been the best in my life. Two Sundays ago, I was cheated out of my World Championship. For some reason, GZWA Management decided to make me first in line in the battle royale, and thus, it almost guaranteed a loss for me. Nonetheless, I made a valiant effort, nearly staying in the ring until the end until I was eliminated. It seemed obvious that I took the loss harshly, as I wasn't seen for a week."
Omega's crimson eyes glow in the darkness, showing his utter rage right now. He was not to be messed with at this moment.
"I returned the next week, feeling much better about the loss. It didn't take much mental healing, but I knew that I would end off the week feeling nice because I expected to be in the ring for September 13th. I was surpised to see that Management didn't even bother scheduling me in a match for the night. Instead, they decided to create a tournament to determine the Number One Contender for the title...leaving me out for next week. Not only that, but they decided to put Shia Storm in a match against my destined rival, The Deadman, The Undertaker, when he knows he didn't do shit to deserve any kind of attention from the likes of the Phenom. But, I won't worry about that. I've been hungry for a week now. On Primetime, I get my share when I take on, for the first time...Gabriel Wingue. That means...fresh meat for me. For him, that means pure, unadulterated Hell. Wingue, I have no idea of your skill, but frankly, I don't care. You're messing with a pissed off, bloodthirsty, God of a man, and now, it's twice the pain...twice the destruction. Expect me to leave the ring, covered...in your blood. What's next after that...I'll leave that to chance."
Omega stands. The candles explode in an orange beauty before dimming and going off. The scene ends in complete darkness.
OFFTOPIC; This was very quick; I basically only had half-an-hour to do this.
In the deep confines of Omega's pitch black locker room, everything is silent. Nothing is going on, but an ominous feeling is felt by everyone in the audience as they lay in wait. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a plethora of candles, placed in a perfect circle around a throne, light up immensely; illuminating the room and showing the disgruntled Omega sitting on the gothic throne. A mixed reaction is heard as the Demonic Angel swipes his blood-red-highlighted hair and begins to speak.
"The past two weeks haven't been the best in my life. Two Sundays ago, I was cheated out of my World Championship. For some reason, GZWA Management decided to make me first in line in the battle royale, and thus, it almost guaranteed a loss for me. Nonetheless, I made a valiant effort, nearly staying in the ring until the end until I was eliminated. It seemed obvious that I took the loss harshly, as I wasn't seen for a week."
Omega's crimson eyes glow in the darkness, showing his utter rage right now. He was not to be messed with at this moment.
"I returned the next week, feeling much better about the loss. It didn't take much mental healing, but I knew that I would end off the week feeling nice because I expected to be in the ring for September 13th. I was surpised to see that Management didn't even bother scheduling me in a match for the night. Instead, they decided to create a tournament to determine the Number One Contender for the title...leaving me out for next week. Not only that, but they decided to put Shia Storm in a match against my destined rival, The Deadman, The Undertaker, when he knows he didn't do shit to deserve any kind of attention from the likes of the Phenom. But, I won't worry about that. I've been hungry for a week now. On Primetime, I get my share when I take on, for the first time...Gabriel Wingue. That means...fresh meat for me. For him, that means pure, unadulterated Hell. Wingue, I have no idea of your skill, but frankly, I don't care. You're messing with a pissed off, bloodthirsty, God of a man, and now, it's twice the pain...twice the destruction. Expect me to leave the ring, covered...in your blood. What's next after that...I'll leave that to chance."
Omega stands. The candles explode in an orange beauty before dimming and going off. The scene ends in complete darkness.
OFFTOPIC; This was very quick; I basically only had half-an-hour to do this.