Post by princesslove on Jun 9, 2011 13:16:47 GMT -5
*START RECORDING*
Static.
The first image appearing on the titantron; the first image that attracts every GZWA fan's eyes is the sound and sight of television static. The annoying hiss irritates the crowd, but there's something hypnotizing about the look of grey pixels scattering wildly that keeps eyes up front, awaiting what is to come.
The static stops after about a minute or so. A violent violet light shines at the front of the entrance ramp, signaling that someone is coming out right now. The static comes back on, but begins to distort itself even more until it creates the image of a name, OMEGA, in brilliant purple gothic lettering. On first instinct, the majority of the crowd roars in boos and jeers, showing their utter "appreciation" for the World Champion.
"Fixation on the Darkness" by Killswitch Engage starts to play. The drums crash, then the first guitar riff, sending a tingle down everyone's spine. As soon as the music begins to kick in and the lyrics play, Omega comes out on perfect cue, sending the fans ballistic in hatred. They boo loudly; holding up signs that say "YOU SUCK" and "Nowhere to Run: THE END of Omega's reign". He looks at all of them; spits in disgust as he walks slowly and methodically to the center of the spotlight, bringing all of the attention to him. His eyes glow purple under the light; they wander and look on in disgust at the thousands in attendance. Nonetheless, he came out to gloat about the match card for the next edition of Primetime. He was ecstatic after finding out that he could completely obliterate the team of Alkertraz and RVD before it got any worse. A microphone was in firm grasp in his right hand, and he slowly raised it up to the fading of the music so that he could be clearly heard. The music is completely gone, and now it is time for Omega to speak.
"You all disappoint me. It was only a couple months ago when I was bathed in your welcome...it was only a couple months ago when you all appreciated me as I came to make an impact in this company. And now I made the impact. And you all...were the fuel that drove me to the show every week, that helped me take down people like THE UNDERTAKER. It was you that helped me to reach the goal of becoming the World Champion. And what now? Now that I've made the impact, it seems that it isn't just the locker room that has turned their backs on me. It's all of YOU. All of you hate me now that I'm the king...now that I'm a GOD. But you know what? I realized that I don't need you all. THIS TITLE IS MY FUEL NOW. THIS IS THE THING THAT WAKES ME UP AND MOTIVATES ME TO DESTROY EVERYTHING IN MY SIGHT. THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT I LOVE NOW. NOT ALL OF YOU. SO FUCK YOU GZWA UNIVERSE...FUCK YOU!"
It is at this point where the crowd starts to go absolutely crazy. Fans boo and jeer louder than ever. Some even try to climb the barricades but are stopped by security. Omega looks at it all, and takes it all in. He waits for everything to calm down, and then begins to speak again, speaking louder to mute out the boos.
"Now...now that I've gotten that settled...I wanna speak about Primetime. More specifically...the main event. You see, ever since Alkertraz and Rob Van Douche got a tie at Riot Control, they've been named Number One Contenders for my title. Both of them. And because of this, they now have a common goal. They want to eliminate me; to watch me fall at their hands so that they can settle the title match for themselves at Nowhere to Run. They underestimate me. They still don't know what I'm capable of, yet they still keep coming. But it wasn't until last week where they started getting a bit smarter. They had the opportunity to choose my opponent. Of course, I ended up taking their choice and shoving him into the ground. But, they also took advantage and came in with chairs...it's too bad that I got out of the way, now wasn't it? How's your skulls, you two? I could hear the sound of your skulls clashing in steel; the cracking of bones and the sound of blood as it splased onto the concrete. It was wonderful. And now...it's my turn to retaliate. My turn to fucking screw you over."
Omega stops; once again bathes in the boos. It was pandemonium.
"It's my turn, because at the main event, it's you two ignorant fucks...against TWO opponents that I get to choose. That means it's gonna be twice the hell for you two, and I don't even have to be in the ring to inflict it. I'm sure that's good news for you. While you're out relaxing, I'm going to be choosing your own poison. And I'm gonna fucking make sure that your road to Nowhere to Run will be one that you will never forget; one that you won't even be able to escape from; one that will bring on total chaos for you, and total satisfaction for me! I ensure you that whatever friendship you may have won't last long...because like I said before, you can only blame yourselves for the hell you're getting yourself into. And oh, you're getting INTO it now. I will ensure that neither of you will ever wanna fuck with me again."
"Heh...If you all really expected me to come out, and talk about who I was gonna choose for the match...you are SORRILY mistaken. I haven't chosen...who knows, I probably won't choose at all until the day before. I got a shitload of names to pull out. Who knows? Maybe I could choose Kane and Chyna, and watch the four people that have hunted me down for WEEKS destroy each other in the ring. There's a thought...but then again, who really knows? I'm gonna sit back and relax; I'm gonna watch as you completely drown in your own SWEAT waiting for me to announce the two names. Crack under the weight of your pressure...watch as your nights become sleepless in wait. Enjoy yourselves out there, because you're not getting near me anytime soon. You're not getting anywhere near my LIFE, this TITLE anytime soon. I can't fucking wait. Primetime...you will have nowhere to run."
The music comes back on. The boos resume. All is dark. The spotlight disappears, and Omega walks away, back into the entrance tunnel. What did Omega have planned? Did he even have a plan?
*END RECORDING*
Static.
The first image appearing on the titantron; the first image that attracts every GZWA fan's eyes is the sound and sight of television static. The annoying hiss irritates the crowd, but there's something hypnotizing about the look of grey pixels scattering wildly that keeps eyes up front, awaiting what is to come.
The static stops after about a minute or so. A violent violet light shines at the front of the entrance ramp, signaling that someone is coming out right now. The static comes back on, but begins to distort itself even more until it creates the image of a name, OMEGA, in brilliant purple gothic lettering. On first instinct, the majority of the crowd roars in boos and jeers, showing their utter "appreciation" for the World Champion.
"Fixation on the Darkness" by Killswitch Engage starts to play. The drums crash, then the first guitar riff, sending a tingle down everyone's spine. As soon as the music begins to kick in and the lyrics play, Omega comes out on perfect cue, sending the fans ballistic in hatred. They boo loudly; holding up signs that say "YOU SUCK" and "Nowhere to Run: THE END of Omega's reign". He looks at all of them; spits in disgust as he walks slowly and methodically to the center of the spotlight, bringing all of the attention to him. His eyes glow purple under the light; they wander and look on in disgust at the thousands in attendance. Nonetheless, he came out to gloat about the match card for the next edition of Primetime. He was ecstatic after finding out that he could completely obliterate the team of Alkertraz and RVD before it got any worse. A microphone was in firm grasp in his right hand, and he slowly raised it up to the fading of the music so that he could be clearly heard. The music is completely gone, and now it is time for Omega to speak.
"You all disappoint me. It was only a couple months ago when I was bathed in your welcome...it was only a couple months ago when you all appreciated me as I came to make an impact in this company. And now I made the impact. And you all...were the fuel that drove me to the show every week, that helped me take down people like THE UNDERTAKER. It was you that helped me to reach the goal of becoming the World Champion. And what now? Now that I've made the impact, it seems that it isn't just the locker room that has turned their backs on me. It's all of YOU. All of you hate me now that I'm the king...now that I'm a GOD. But you know what? I realized that I don't need you all. THIS TITLE IS MY FUEL NOW. THIS IS THE THING THAT WAKES ME UP AND MOTIVATES ME TO DESTROY EVERYTHING IN MY SIGHT. THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT I LOVE NOW. NOT ALL OF YOU. SO FUCK YOU GZWA UNIVERSE...FUCK YOU!"
It is at this point where the crowd starts to go absolutely crazy. Fans boo and jeer louder than ever. Some even try to climb the barricades but are stopped by security. Omega looks at it all, and takes it all in. He waits for everything to calm down, and then begins to speak again, speaking louder to mute out the boos.
"Now...now that I've gotten that settled...I wanna speak about Primetime. More specifically...the main event. You see, ever since Alkertraz and Rob Van Douche got a tie at Riot Control, they've been named Number One Contenders for my title. Both of them. And because of this, they now have a common goal. They want to eliminate me; to watch me fall at their hands so that they can settle the title match for themselves at Nowhere to Run. They underestimate me. They still don't know what I'm capable of, yet they still keep coming. But it wasn't until last week where they started getting a bit smarter. They had the opportunity to choose my opponent. Of course, I ended up taking their choice and shoving him into the ground. But, they also took advantage and came in with chairs...it's too bad that I got out of the way, now wasn't it? How's your skulls, you two? I could hear the sound of your skulls clashing in steel; the cracking of bones and the sound of blood as it splased onto the concrete. It was wonderful. And now...it's my turn to retaliate. My turn to fucking screw you over."
Omega stops; once again bathes in the boos. It was pandemonium.
"It's my turn, because at the main event, it's you two ignorant fucks...against TWO opponents that I get to choose. That means it's gonna be twice the hell for you two, and I don't even have to be in the ring to inflict it. I'm sure that's good news for you. While you're out relaxing, I'm going to be choosing your own poison. And I'm gonna fucking make sure that your road to Nowhere to Run will be one that you will never forget; one that you won't even be able to escape from; one that will bring on total chaos for you, and total satisfaction for me! I ensure you that whatever friendship you may have won't last long...because like I said before, you can only blame yourselves for the hell you're getting yourself into. And oh, you're getting INTO it now. I will ensure that neither of you will ever wanna fuck with me again."
"Heh...If you all really expected me to come out, and talk about who I was gonna choose for the match...you are SORRILY mistaken. I haven't chosen...who knows, I probably won't choose at all until the day before. I got a shitload of names to pull out. Who knows? Maybe I could choose Kane and Chyna, and watch the four people that have hunted me down for WEEKS destroy each other in the ring. There's a thought...but then again, who really knows? I'm gonna sit back and relax; I'm gonna watch as you completely drown in your own SWEAT waiting for me to announce the two names. Crack under the weight of your pressure...watch as your nights become sleepless in wait. Enjoy yourselves out there, because you're not getting near me anytime soon. You're not getting anywhere near my LIFE, this TITLE anytime soon. I can't fucking wait. Primetime...you will have nowhere to run."
The music comes back on. The boos resume. All is dark. The spotlight disappears, and Omega walks away, back into the entrance tunnel. What did Omega have planned? Did he even have a plan?
*END RECORDING*