Post by Kayda Erikson on Apr 4, 2013 0:21:31 GMT -5
A dimly lit backstage area begins to come into focus as a camera feed switches on. Several equipment boxes are strewn about the room, with metal barricades leaning up against them. A large rack full of folding chairs sits off to the side, and an analog clock hangs on the wall just above, reading out the time as 1:15pm, several hours before Primetime is set to air live in the arena.
As the camera pans around the room, slightly evil laughter echoes off the walls. The camera finally rests on the source of the laughter, as The Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels comes into view laying on top of one of the equipment boxes. He stops laughing and turns his head to look dead on into the camera lens, with a sick, twisted smile on his face.
Time is slowly ticking on, before the official reign begins. In just a few hours, this arena will be full of people who came to witness the beginning of a new era in GZWA history. The Reign of Fallen Angels! My beautiful fiancee, Tina Angel and I, welcome you all to this -- the night where GZWA will be shaken to its very core, as we take our rightful places as the best in our respective divisions.
Daniels slowly sits up, moving almost zombie-like, as the dim light of the room reflects in his eyes. He continues speaking, keeping his focus on the camera.
Tonight is the final Primetime before Riot Control. Tonight also marks the GZWA Slammy Awards. I don't need some little prize to prove my value in GZWA. I have something beautiful that shines brighter than any dumb little trophy, and she will be by my side tonight, celebrating with me as I emerge victorious from this little cluster (beep) of a match.
As if on cue, Tina Angel emerges from the shadows wearing a short black dress, shredded on the bottom, as if a group of kittens had found it hanging from a doorframe. She suggestively crawls up onto the equipment box, laying down on top of it, her eyes focused on Daniels. He smiles at her, before gently rubbing his hand down the side of her face. When he gets down to her neck, he lightly wraps his fingers over her throat, causing her to close her eyes and raise her head towards him, almost as if she's becoming turned on by his actions. He leans in and kisses her, leaving his lips on hers for several moments, before he releases the hold. Tina whines softly, not wanting to let Chris leave her side, but he rises to his feet to continue speaking.
Once I beat Double S, El Arrendajo Ardiente, Hano Eiyu, Genesis, AJ Styles, and Mike Bradley, Tina and I have a little surprise for the GZWA Nation.
Tina giggles, sitting all the way up, as Daniels glances back with a smile on his face.
That's right. Those guys don't deserve to be in the same ring as you, Chris. I know it. You know it, and as much as those pathetic pieces of -- Well, we all know what they are and they know it too. I mean, let's face it, baby. AJ Styles? You've beaten him over and over and over again! That's the nobody that this company has as champion, while my little Fallen Angel takes a backseat. Genesis? Mike Bradley?
She shakes her head, as Daniels sits down next to her on the equipment box.
How many times do I have to beat these irrelevant so-called champions? You know, Tina, I think I know the answer. I don't have to keep beating them over and over again. I have to take them out. I have to end their careers, and use their broken bodies as stepping stones to what I deserve. I have to erase them from the history books, and make sure the only name there is the true champion -- Christopher Daniels! No others exist. Let the Reign of Fallen Angels...begin!
At this point, the dimly lit room suddenly illuminates to full brightness. Daniels and Tina begin laughing hysterically, and glance at each other for a second. At the same time, they step off the equipment box, and lift the top off. Almost immediately, the sound of squawking rips through the room, and dozens of crows fly out from the equipment box and attack the camera man. The Fallen Angel and Prima Donna begin laughing hysterically at the sight of this, however the cameraman screams and drops his camera, which shatters upon hitting the ground, forcing the feed to black out.
As the camera pans around the room, slightly evil laughter echoes off the walls. The camera finally rests on the source of the laughter, as The Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels comes into view laying on top of one of the equipment boxes. He stops laughing and turns his head to look dead on into the camera lens, with a sick, twisted smile on his face.
Time is slowly ticking on, before the official reign begins. In just a few hours, this arena will be full of people who came to witness the beginning of a new era in GZWA history. The Reign of Fallen Angels! My beautiful fiancee, Tina Angel and I, welcome you all to this -- the night where GZWA will be shaken to its very core, as we take our rightful places as the best in our respective divisions.
Daniels slowly sits up, moving almost zombie-like, as the dim light of the room reflects in his eyes. He continues speaking, keeping his focus on the camera.
Tonight is the final Primetime before Riot Control. Tonight also marks the GZWA Slammy Awards. I don't need some little prize to prove my value in GZWA. I have something beautiful that shines brighter than any dumb little trophy, and she will be by my side tonight, celebrating with me as I emerge victorious from this little cluster (beep) of a match.
As if on cue, Tina Angel emerges from the shadows wearing a short black dress, shredded on the bottom, as if a group of kittens had found it hanging from a doorframe. She suggestively crawls up onto the equipment box, laying down on top of it, her eyes focused on Daniels. He smiles at her, before gently rubbing his hand down the side of her face. When he gets down to her neck, he lightly wraps his fingers over her throat, causing her to close her eyes and raise her head towards him, almost as if she's becoming turned on by his actions. He leans in and kisses her, leaving his lips on hers for several moments, before he releases the hold. Tina whines softly, not wanting to let Chris leave her side, but he rises to his feet to continue speaking.
Once I beat Double S, El Arrendajo Ardiente, Hano Eiyu, Genesis, AJ Styles, and Mike Bradley, Tina and I have a little surprise for the GZWA Nation.
Tina giggles, sitting all the way up, as Daniels glances back with a smile on his face.
That's right. Those guys don't deserve to be in the same ring as you, Chris. I know it. You know it, and as much as those pathetic pieces of -- Well, we all know what they are and they know it too. I mean, let's face it, baby. AJ Styles? You've beaten him over and over and over again! That's the nobody that this company has as champion, while my little Fallen Angel takes a backseat. Genesis? Mike Bradley?
She shakes her head, as Daniels sits down next to her on the equipment box.
How many times do I have to beat these irrelevant so-called champions? You know, Tina, I think I know the answer. I don't have to keep beating them over and over again. I have to take them out. I have to end their careers, and use their broken bodies as stepping stones to what I deserve. I have to erase them from the history books, and make sure the only name there is the true champion -- Christopher Daniels! No others exist. Let the Reign of Fallen Angels...begin!
At this point, the dimly lit room suddenly illuminates to full brightness. Daniels and Tina begin laughing hysterically, and glance at each other for a second. At the same time, they step off the equipment box, and lift the top off. Almost immediately, the sound of squawking rips through the room, and dozens of crows fly out from the equipment box and attack the camera man. The Fallen Angel and Prima Donna begin laughing hysterically at the sight of this, however the cameraman screams and drops his camera, which shatters upon hitting the ground, forcing the feed to black out.
