Post by princesslove on Jan 16, 2011 18:24:51 GMT -5
"Hello, Amanda..."
The scene begins in the usual dark, candle-lit chambers of Omega's locker room, where the Demonic Angel strives for the atmosphere and ambiance of evil. In this room, he is alone, and he alone is the ruler. However, things have changes since the last time he was in his crypt. This time, he has the gold. This time, he is the GZWA World Champion. A large throne, obviously representing his huge win at Devils May Cry and the championship reign he promises to withhold with all his might, sits right at the center back wall of the room, where the paint is peeling in ominous fashion. Omega sits on this throne, legs crossed, and the golden title, perfectly shined and standing out, sits snug on the Demonic Angel's lap; his arms laying softly on it for protection. A grin is shown on his handsome face; one he hasn't been able to let go since winning the title. As his bangs block his eyes, Omega reaches one hand to his face, pushing back a big strand of red and black hair before beginning his short statement planned for tonight.
"If you were expecting me to give everyone this long speech about the events of the latest edition of GZWA Primetime...you are sadly mistaken. Honestly, there wasn't much to it. And for the record...I did not lose the main event for the night. Shia Storm lost it when he decided it was time for him to play hero. Shia, you just happened to be my team-mate. That didn't mean I needed to be saved. I am the World...Champion. I am MY OWN savior."
Omega spits out a huge wad of white gum from his mouth. A cough escapes his mouth, which, surprisingly enough, adds more of a dark feeling to the scene.
"...Heh...but again, I didn't make air time to list complaints. There's a certain person somewhere in the back...sitting...laying in wait to fight me. I could see it. This person hasn't been afraid to let me know that she sees me and this beautiful title on my lap as a complete target for her. A target she will never take down on her own, I can guarantee that already. Amanda, if you haven't realized by now, I'm talking about you, hun."
Omega gets up from his throne, and, by doing so, also proceeds to grab the title that once sat on his lap. As soon as he does this, he lifts the gold up and throws it perfectly on his shoulder. The title definitely looks good on the Demonic Angel.
"Amanda. Don't think for a second that I was dumb enough not to notice your eyes seductively eying me and my title after I won it. It was obvious enough that the only reason that you decided to strut your way out to the ring with your little boy toy was not because you wanted to bring The Undertaker to his knees. You wanted me to win, didn't you? You wanted me to be champion, didn't you? Well, it worked...and you just let the title around my shoulder be your proof. And this was all just so the Goddess can get a little taste of her divine other. Amanda...did you know that I am a God, just like you are a Goddess? There's no need for you to make me a target, because you'll end up feuding with the divine...and you will be destroyed under my foot. You want my title? I have an offer for you. Drop that scrub Jacobs and come over to my side. We'll share all the wealth, the power, the fame and fortune. We could rule as God and Goddess. Think about it, and when you're ready, come to my room...I can make things real clear for you. You get what I'm saying? Well...at least until after your other dilemma....have fun with that."
Omega walks up to the camera and turns it off. The scene ends abruptly.
The scene begins in the usual dark, candle-lit chambers of Omega's locker room, where the Demonic Angel strives for the atmosphere and ambiance of evil. In this room, he is alone, and he alone is the ruler. However, things have changes since the last time he was in his crypt. This time, he has the gold. This time, he is the GZWA World Champion. A large throne, obviously representing his huge win at Devils May Cry and the championship reign he promises to withhold with all his might, sits right at the center back wall of the room, where the paint is peeling in ominous fashion. Omega sits on this throne, legs crossed, and the golden title, perfectly shined and standing out, sits snug on the Demonic Angel's lap; his arms laying softly on it for protection. A grin is shown on his handsome face; one he hasn't been able to let go since winning the title. As his bangs block his eyes, Omega reaches one hand to his face, pushing back a big strand of red and black hair before beginning his short statement planned for tonight.
"If you were expecting me to give everyone this long speech about the events of the latest edition of GZWA Primetime...you are sadly mistaken. Honestly, there wasn't much to it. And for the record...I did not lose the main event for the night. Shia Storm lost it when he decided it was time for him to play hero. Shia, you just happened to be my team-mate. That didn't mean I needed to be saved. I am the World...Champion. I am MY OWN savior."
Omega spits out a huge wad of white gum from his mouth. A cough escapes his mouth, which, surprisingly enough, adds more of a dark feeling to the scene.
"...Heh...but again, I didn't make air time to list complaints. There's a certain person somewhere in the back...sitting...laying in wait to fight me. I could see it. This person hasn't been afraid to let me know that she sees me and this beautiful title on my lap as a complete target for her. A target she will never take down on her own, I can guarantee that already. Amanda, if you haven't realized by now, I'm talking about you, hun."
Omega gets up from his throne, and, by doing so, also proceeds to grab the title that once sat on his lap. As soon as he does this, he lifts the gold up and throws it perfectly on his shoulder. The title definitely looks good on the Demonic Angel.
"Amanda. Don't think for a second that I was dumb enough not to notice your eyes seductively eying me and my title after I won it. It was obvious enough that the only reason that you decided to strut your way out to the ring with your little boy toy was not because you wanted to bring The Undertaker to his knees. You wanted me to win, didn't you? You wanted me to be champion, didn't you? Well, it worked...and you just let the title around my shoulder be your proof. And this was all just so the Goddess can get a little taste of her divine other. Amanda...did you know that I am a God, just like you are a Goddess? There's no need for you to make me a target, because you'll end up feuding with the divine...and you will be destroyed under my foot. You want my title? I have an offer for you. Drop that scrub Jacobs and come over to my side. We'll share all the wealth, the power, the fame and fortune. We could rule as God and Goddess. Think about it, and when you're ready, come to my room...I can make things real clear for you. You get what I'm saying? Well...at least until after your other dilemma....have fun with that."
Omega walks up to the camera and turns it off. The scene ends abruptly.