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Genesis made his way down to ringside. The GZWA Television Championship title strapped around his waist. After this amount of time holding the title. You may as well consider this a part of his anatomy. Once he entered the ropes. He grabs a microphone from the nearby announcer. He paced around the ring. Looking out at the crowd. Who boo'd him out of the building with great passion. Genesis had done a terrific job of building up heat with the masses. Between what he had done to Mariah at Slammiversary. On top of his recent Twitter comments, among other things. He had quickly became this companies most hated and vile villain.
As he let the boo's die down around him. He walked over to the side of the ring. Where the hard camera was positioned. With a confident and arrogant smirk on his face. Genesis raised the microphone to his lips to speak to the pity-full masses.
Genesis: "I came to the arena tonight. Expecting a nice, quiet relaxing evening backstage. Coming off of Slammiversary. I was expecting some R'n'R for the night. Instead? I'm informed upon arrival. Mariah has booked me in a Gauntlet Match..."
[/color]Genesis made his way down to ringside. The GZWA Television Championship title strapped around his waist. After this amount of time holding the title. You may as well consider this a part of his anatomy. Once he entered the ropes. He grabs a microphone from the nearby announcer. He paced around the ring. Looking out at the crowd. Who boo'd him out of the building with great passion. Genesis had done a terrific job of building up heat with the masses. Between what he had done to Mariah at Slammiversary. On top of his recent Twitter comments, among other things. He had quickly became this companies most hated and vile villain.
As he let the boo's die down around him. He walked over to the side of the ring. Where the hard camera was positioned. With a confident and arrogant smirk on his face. Genesis raised the microphone to his lips to speak to the pity-full masses.
Genesis: "I came to the arena tonight. Expecting a nice, quiet relaxing evening backstage. Coming off of Slammiversary. I was expecting some R'n'R for the night. Instead? I'm informed upon arrival. Mariah has booked me in a Gauntlet Match..."
The fans react positively. They're loving the thoughts of seeing Genesis destroyed by one of the three men chosen to face him tonight.
At this point, Genesis starts to walk around the ring. Keeping his eyes on the crowd. As the cameras followed his every move, and every step taken.
Genesis: "Now granted, I can understand that she's a little angry with me right now..."[/color]
The fans start to chuckle. I think being "angry" is a bit of an understatement. Don't you think?
Genesis: "But it doesn't give her the right to abuse her authority. Especially against me! The one person that has stood by her side through thick and thin. For example, when Cheeka bashed your brains out. Who was there to comfort you 'MiMi' ? Me! When you needed advice. Who did you come to? Me!
The point I'm getting at here is very simple. Instead of being an adult and settling this matter with me in private. You go off and make matters worse. Not just for me, but for Maryse as well."[/color]
The fans start to boo again. As Genesis smiled, and licked his lips. As he decided to just go with it and rile up the fans even further.
Genesis: "Maryse isn't a saint by any means. She's had her fair share of mistakes, just as I do. We both can't help how we feel about each other. I know that maybe I did make a mistake in not telling you about our previous relationship. For that, from the bottom of my heart Mariah..."[/color]
Gen. starts walking around the ring. His left hand starts to cover his face. As he looks down at the mat, ashamed. Taking a moment to seemingly regain his composure. The fans start to chant "You F'd Up!", "You F'd Up!", "You F'd Up" in unison. As a response to his failed relationship with Mariah.
After a good, tense moment or two passes by. Genesis looks back up and into the camera's. As the camera's zoom in. His demeanor changes from that of sorrow. To that of sheer happiness, as a devilish smile came across his face.
Genesis: "You deserved everything you got at Slammiversary
His facial expression quickly morphed a pure rage. As the capacity crowd on hand became unglued.
Genesis: "Lemme tell you something Mariah. Matter of fact, lemme tell the world what you need to hear. At Slammiversary, that royal
Genesis looked around at the crowd. Seeing the hatred on their faces now that he's amped up the intensity. He had them exactly where he wanted them to be. Right in the palm of his hands. Yes... wrestling's "Master of Puppets" was back in full swing.
Genesis: "You see, just like the epic puppet master that I am. I pulled Mariah's strings, and made her dance for me. Everything from "The Wedding" segment at Devils May Cry to the moments at Slammiversary. Was all carefully mapped out and coordinated. I toyed with her emotions, and made her believe that I actually gave a damn about her. When in all reality. All this
Genesis made a "check mate" motion with his hands. As he smiled for the camera's and nodded. But he wasn't done. Matter of fact, he was nowhere near to being finished.
Genesis: "Mariah, play all the games you want with me. At the end of the day? You can't stop what is simply untouchable. You can throw me into a silly gauntlet match with Larry, Curly & Moe. You can throw me in multi-man matches, where I face eight other guys at one time. You can stack the deck against me all you like babe. None of it is going to work. All I want you to do is admit defeat. Admit to the world, that you were pawned and outsmarted. Treat Maryse and I, with the proper respect and dignity that we deserve.
Now... as for this little match tonight. Lets see here... first off. You throw me Christopher Daniels..."[/color]
Genesis stops and covers his mouth with his hand. Trying his best not to die laughing. What did he deserve to have to face this little ding-a-ling again?
After a few moments. Genesis regains his composure and smiles, as he continues.
Genesis: "Sorry about that. See, when you talk about Christopher Daniels. Often times, you have no choice but to just burst out laughing. The man is a complete joke and a basket case all rolled into one. He makes all these false promises that he's going to, or even "has" beaten me in the ring. Yet I fail to see the logic behind all these ridiculous claims. Like for starters. IF Christopher Daniels did beat me in the middle of this ring. Wouldn't you think he would be holding the GZWA Television Championship instead of me? See, that's just my point. Daniels is nothing more than a freak on a leash. The guy that grew up with school children throwing rocks at him. The type that had neighborhood children laugh at him because he smelled kinda funky. The type that at age seventeen. Received his first blow-up doll. After all the fun & excitement in the bedroom was over. He realized that the doll was modeled after his mother. Who in turn, ended up being a bigger
Genesis laughed and rolled his eyes. As he continued.
Genesis: "Bottom line, Daniels is nothing more than a cold sore on the mouth of life. Treat it all you want. But you know, that damn thing will never go away no matter how much medicine you put on it."[/color]
Genesis lowered the microphone to give the audience a chance to die down from all the laughter that was ensuing. How humiliated and degraded must Christopher Daniels feel right now?
Genesis: "Next up, we've got Bobby Roode. Or excuse me... as the announcers would say: *clears throat* "Bobby ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE!!!"
The leader of the so-called "Selfish Generation". Well Mr. Roode. What an honor it is to finally face myself in the mirror. You see, I've been the unofficial spokesperson for the Selfish Generation long before you made it into a phrase. I respect what you've done in your career, Bobby. I honestly do. You and I... we've got alot of common. We both have quite a few similarities in our careers. We both know what we want outta life. Were both not afraid to reach out and take what should be ours. Even if its at the cost of someone's career.
However... here is where the similarities end. While you've done a bang up job conquering small nations down south. I've conquered the world. One wrestling organization at a time. I don't need to run down my resume. My track record speaks for itself. You've been in this company for several months now. I ask, what have you done? You've won a match here. You've won a match there. All the while, it took until right now. For you to even get noticed. Me? I've been here for well over a year and within' that time frame. I became this companies heartbeat. The blood that flows through my veins is the same lifeblood that pumps through this organization. Like it or not ladies and gentlemen."[/color]
Gen. pauses for a moment. To let the crowd showoff there displeasure for Genesis. The King of Controversy was in rare form tonight. After Slammiversary, and everything that has gone down this evening. Gen. was pushed to step up his game ten fold.
Genesis: "Bottom line, Bobby Roode. You're damn good at what you do. Just not good enough to defeat me. Tonight? You'll find out first hand. Bring your bottles with you. Cause I'll be more than happy to drink one up during the post match celebration of your demise."[/color]
Genesis walks around the ring til he reaches the side that faces the Stage Entrance. Ironically... as Genesis stared up at this area. Looking right at the titantron. He begins his next, and most important phase of attack tonight.
Genesis: "Finally... we've got Mrs. CM Punk. If you don't know who that is. Well, his name was formerly Dean Maddoxxx. Before he changed it to "wannabe"."[/color]
The crowd started to ohhhhh and awwww over that. Only a couple of sentences in, and it seemed like Genesis had Dean's number on speed dial.
Genesis: "Cause that's exactly what Dean Maddoxxx has become. He went from ZXWWF's "Parental Advisory". To just a "Public Service Announcement" for Phill Brooks. You see, a couple of weeks ago. When both he and CM Punk thought they was dropping more "pipe bombs" all over the wrestling universe. In all reality, they were just making
You want a "Pipe Bomb", Phill Brooks?"[/color]
Gen. lowers the microphone for a moment to take a look at the crowd. Which looks rather puzzled and confused. Before raising the microphone and continuing.
Genesis: "Yeah see, hate to burst your bubble gang. But he's not really 'CM Punk'. Yeah... hate to break the "4th Wall" on everyone. But in reality. His name is Phill Brooks, and I can tell you with absolute certainty. He's the biggest unprofessional piece of
You all should know that time frame very well. "The Summer of Punk", the moment in time where everyone of you smart marks and IWC fanboys. Formed a line. Dropped to your knee's and proceeded to take a load to the face. All so this
Phill Brooks... CM Punk... whatever you're. I'm gonna lay it out for you nice and clear right now. One day, down the road. You and me are gonna meet in this ring. Championship title, or no Championship title at stake. Somehow, someway. When the deal is sealed. When the contract has been signed, sealed and delivered at the hands of Xion Zeros. I'm gonna beat you like a dog. Walk your carcass dry, and send you back to Chi-Town faster than you can say "It's Clobbering Time!"
That... CM Punk. Is gonna be your ultimate fate. Right now, you're living on borrowed time my friend. Enjoy it. Live it up. Savior each and every moment that you can. Because once we cross paths in this ring. Your time here in GZWA will be up, and you will be nothing more than just a distant memory.
That's not a "Pipe Bomb", Punk. That my friend, is the simple truth. Truth hurts doesn't it?[/color]
Genesis' music began to play as he lowered the microphone. Before leaving the ringside area. He looks into the camera's and says: "Pipe Bomb!", as he drops the microphone in the same manner Punk would normally do. Obviously, making a mockery out of the Straight Edge superstar. On what has been a very volatile night on Prime-Time.[/center]