Post by princesslove on Mar 6, 2011 21:25:29 GMT -5
"Ahh...as the World Champion, I feel GREAT!"
So says the GZWA World Champion, Omega, as he wanders down the halls in a slow and steady pace. A shaky cameraman follows the arrogant Demonic Angel, trying to match his pace; often slowing down or speeding up to stay neck and neck with him. He takes the time to capture the sadistic, yet satisfied and somewhat gentle expression on his face. His match with Victor Phillips some time ago has got him happier than ever before, even if it was not him that won; Victor didn't either, because it was a draw.
"Now, I've got somewhere to be at the moment, but I have time to exchange a few words to my public. Tuesday, February, 15th, 2011, GZWA Primetime. You guys saw something special. Omega. Victor Phillips. We had a legendary match. It was anyone's match! First, it was me on top, then Victor, then me, then Victor...from bell to bell we both brought EVERYTHING, and honestly, I see it as a contender for match of the year. Well...that is, if next Primetime doesn't have anything to say about it."
Omega pauses, using a short laugh to destroy any means of silence. He quickly resumes his short spheal while he walks, feeling that his destination is near. The smile stays on his face.
"Now they say that good things are rare to find...and this is especially true for a good wrestling match. But here's the treat: Next Primetime, we're doing it all over again! Omega! Victor Phillips! One on one! That's right folks, it's all the action, all the spills and thrills of the first match, only this time, I'm gonna guarantee one thing: THERE WILL BE A WINNER, AND THAT WINNER WILL BE ME! Victor, I've deemed you the only one worthy of being able to go toe-to-toe with me. You are the greatest competition I've had since coming here, and I have nothing but respect for you. But, you need to know that nothing is gonna be able to stop me once I get your blood on my hands. Primetime...we're gonna blow the roof off the house like only the Demonic Angel and The Statement can! We are the only riot that needs controlling in GZWA, and once I win, the true Statement will be made: that I am the World Champion, the Demonic Angel and the God of GZWA!!!"
Omega laughs again as he reaches a door; the contents beyond it being unknown. He opens it slightly and stops, turning back to the camera and turning his smile into an evil scowl. He's back to the serious Omega that everyone knows and fears.
"Victor, I SERIOUSLY hope that you win the Superstar Riot, and become Number One Contender to my title. Because after Primetime, My thirst for your blood will be more than ever before...and I will destroy you."
Omega heads through the door, not revealing anything inside. The cameraman is left out as the scene ends.
So says the GZWA World Champion, Omega, as he wanders down the halls in a slow and steady pace. A shaky cameraman follows the arrogant Demonic Angel, trying to match his pace; often slowing down or speeding up to stay neck and neck with him. He takes the time to capture the sadistic, yet satisfied and somewhat gentle expression on his face. His match with Victor Phillips some time ago has got him happier than ever before, even if it was not him that won; Victor didn't either, because it was a draw.
"Now, I've got somewhere to be at the moment, but I have time to exchange a few words to my public. Tuesday, February, 15th, 2011, GZWA Primetime. You guys saw something special. Omega. Victor Phillips. We had a legendary match. It was anyone's match! First, it was me on top, then Victor, then me, then Victor...from bell to bell we both brought EVERYTHING, and honestly, I see it as a contender for match of the year. Well...that is, if next Primetime doesn't have anything to say about it."
Omega pauses, using a short laugh to destroy any means of silence. He quickly resumes his short spheal while he walks, feeling that his destination is near. The smile stays on his face.
"Now they say that good things are rare to find...and this is especially true for a good wrestling match. But here's the treat: Next Primetime, we're doing it all over again! Omega! Victor Phillips! One on one! That's right folks, it's all the action, all the spills and thrills of the first match, only this time, I'm gonna guarantee one thing: THERE WILL BE A WINNER, AND THAT WINNER WILL BE ME! Victor, I've deemed you the only one worthy of being able to go toe-to-toe with me. You are the greatest competition I've had since coming here, and I have nothing but respect for you. But, you need to know that nothing is gonna be able to stop me once I get your blood on my hands. Primetime...we're gonna blow the roof off the house like only the Demonic Angel and The Statement can! We are the only riot that needs controlling in GZWA, and once I win, the true Statement will be made: that I am the World Champion, the Demonic Angel and the God of GZWA!!!"
Omega laughs again as he reaches a door; the contents beyond it being unknown. He opens it slightly and stops, turning back to the camera and turning his smile into an evil scowl. He's back to the serious Omega that everyone knows and fears.
"Victor, I SERIOUSLY hope that you win the Superstar Riot, and become Number One Contender to my title. Because after Primetime, My thirst for your blood will be more than ever before...and I will destroy you."
Omega heads through the door, not revealing anything inside. The cameraman is left out as the scene ends.