Post by Alkertraz on Jul 31, 2011 19:46:44 GMT -5
Alkertraz stands proud somewhere backstage with a traditional signature One112Twelve vest on. And goes without saying the characterture image of Omega with a snipers sight printed on the front, further mocking the former champion and signifying that he did in fact take out his target which was that of the self praised God of Ground Zero Omega.
Trent Lewis – “I am honoured to be joined here at this time with our new World Heavyweight Champion Alkertraz. And I have to say if you thought intimidation and reason of intent was a factor inside the squared circle then you have no idea or recollection of the presence of the man joining me today possesses…………”
Alkertraz smiles at Trent Lewis in a manor that shows although he knows he’s building an introduction, still indicates that he thinks Trent is a royal ass kisser. And even goes to the extent of interrupting him…
Alkertraz – “You’re a creepy little dude you know that Trent!... “
Trent Lewis goes from being swerve and confident to uncomfortable which makes him quickly go back into interview mode to move the moment along.
Trent Lewis – “This up and coming Primetime you will step inside the ring for the first time with a veteran of the wrestling world Chyna and Victor Phillips “The St……………………”
Alkertraz – “Victor Phillips, that’s right. But, what does he keep trying to make? he keeps talking like he’s trying to get something across, trying to account for something?, like he’s got a big canvas and he’s throwing paint at it for all to see, trying to show the bigger picture?!... He keeps flapping his gums like he’s got something important to say… I just can’t put my finger on it… Making an announcement? No that’s not it… Is he trying to prove a point?!... I don’t know…”
Trent Lewis – “He’s names “The St…………”
Alkertraz – “Shut your teeth from chattering inbred, I’m talking here…He keeps talking like he’s trying to present facts like they mean something… Something to do with voicing his opinion?… He keeps remarking about certain subjects and scenarios but I just can’t quite grasp what he’s really trying to make?!... I just can’t fathom what he’s preaching… It’s like he’s trying to shed light on a matter or even share some knowledge like it all stands for something…”
Trent Lewis – “The word your looking for is………”
Alkertraz – “Do I have to tell you again or should I just slap the taste outta your mouth now and ask questions later!...”
Alkertraz tut’s disappointedly at Trent Lewis before continuing.
Alkertraz – “Do you have something to declare Victor?!... Maybe you want to assert yourself with your god given right to freedom of speech?... It all traces back to one word but I just can’t think of what it could possibly be… It would sum all that I’ve said and what your trying to make nicely and would define what your attempting to do, with this one single word… Your trying to make a…………”
Trent Lewis is almost exploding trying to get across Victor Phillip’s name which also happened to be the word Alkertraz was looking for. But Alkertraz already new the word and exactly what he’s name was but continued the façade to further wind Trent Lewis up as well as get his point across to Victor Phillips.
Alkertraz – “Maybe if you used the word in reference to your name it would clarify all, then everyone one would know exactly what it is you were trying to achieve. I just want it all to make sense, it will come to me sooner or later, he’s trying to make a……..”
Trent Lewis – “STATEMENT?... Is the word your looking for statement!… That’s he’s name, he’s names “The Statement” Victor Phillips!!!!...”
Alkertraz – “Damn, don’t get your little pink panty’s all in a twist man named after a fish, go and play with the traffic… And “The Statement” Victor Phillips?!, what kind of a stupid name is that anyway!... Victor Phillips?... You sound like my 5th grade maths teacher, I bet you got yourself a little cane to spank the boys with as well, even when they ain’t being naughty! I know your type... And I got a little maths “problem” for you since we are on the subject… My foot plus it being shined up real nice plus turning that son bitch sideways and in the style of our newest roster member The Rock turning that son bitch sideways plus every damn “statement” you ever made and sticking them straight up your non candy ass!, because there’s nothing sweet about it!... What’s the conclusion? Your statement’s being up your ass because let’s face it all you do is talk shit so it’s a justified place for them and my foot up your ass equalling for you the biggest damn maths problem you ever layed eyes on!...”
Alkertraz turns to Trent Lewis and awkwardly stares at him for a sufficient amount of time to make him feel even more uncomfortable. Trent looks anywhere but at Alkertraz to avoid eye contact. Alkertraz shakes his head at him before resting the championship belt over Trent’s shoulder and trades it for the microphone.
Alkertraz – “Did you just come back to bitch and moan about being underestimated, forgotten and that no one cared?. Because I coulda saved you the bus fair Phillips, I would have personally sent you a text confirming everything you have just assumed, but believe me, there is no assumptions!... Saying that, I probably wouldn’t have had your number nor would have the x directory because before tonight I’ve never heard your name mentioned and then low and behold you appear like a damn phoenix out of the fire and come Primetime you get main event? Did I miss a trick here?!... Or have you been working your magic massaging some ego’s backstage or sold your soul to the devil!... But needs must, you do what you gotta do to get the job done, although this time you have fallen on death ears because you may think you can dance the funky chicken to the beat of who ever gave you this push’s drum. But when you step inside that ring with me Victor you will soon realise the beat of that drum fading into the distance as I whale on you and make you the son of a bitch you have always been!...”
Alkertraz - “The only thing your gonna be dominating is the toilet you sit on when your thinking of what could have been, your every breath dominated with you questioning the reason to do so!... Your whispers, whispering you just ain’t good enough… My name dominating your thoughts as it replays itself in your mind. Your dreams being dominated by successes that you will never have, your nightmares being dominated by me constantly One112Twelveing you straight to hell, your day dreams dominated by me raising the world championship over your defeated, motionless carcass and your every waking moment being dominated by all the jobbers and rookies you will get to play with along the way to ever getting in a farts smell away from stepping inside that squared circle with me again…”
Alkertraz places the microphone to Trent Lewis’s mouth without saying a word. Trent Lewis now getting used to Alkertraz’s treatment of him, his unorthodox style and quirky sense of humour catches on fast to what’s being asked of him and looking miserable goes to ask Alkertraz a question.
Trent Lewis – “……………..”
Alkertraz – “Na ah!... Can’t you see I’m holding the microphone Trent, how rude of you!...”
Trent Lewis slumps where he stands worn out and tormented by Alkertraz. Alkertraz just turns to the camera and continues to address Victor Phillips.
Alkertraz - “You see the thing is Mr Leader of the Brady bunch, Ric Flair said it to perfection and his words will never be matched by another’s… “To be the man, you got to beat the man!” And In Ground Zero, I’m that man!... So it goes without saying, you can’t be the best because you ain’t beat the best and the best is addressing you right now!... So I suggest you get your play book out, lick the tip of your pencil, write yourself down a few bullet points to get yourself started and take note Victor the predictor!... Bullet point one!... I am the biggest funky assed gibbon known to man to ever grace the squared circle and I’m sorry I poison your eyes with my presence… Bullet Point two!... I am the generic love child of misery and disappointment followed by a poem about hating your own existence, probably written in your own blood and vomit… Bullet point three!... I have come to the realisation that I will never account for a damn thing because at best, at a push I don’t deserve to lace the boots I see myself so fit to wear!... And last and probably least because it involves you! Bullet point number four, forget the point number four, take the bullet stick in a revolver and commit suicide because let’s face it Victor, that’s exactly what your gonna be doing come primetime when you step inside that ring with me!...”
Alkertraz - “And as goes for I don’t have a vagina Chyna. It comes into question and strong locker room point of view, which I will voice to liberate the people and say what everyone else is thinking… As soon as one dude drops of the radar in this case, and obviously Kane who removes himself from contract with Ground Zero, It leaves a gaping whole in Chyna’s little black heart. It leaves the question we full well know is going to be answered… I mean who’s now going to protect her, do all her dirty work for her, clean up her messes and attend to her in the hours of great need?. She can only replace him with another unwilling, easy to manipulate counter part which is obviously if your following, Victor Phillips. Or is it?!... You see although come Primetime she’s got her protection for the night, what comes of the lonely Chyna after?... This old black widow doesn’t miss a trick, she has waiting in the wings a replacement an “enforcer” if you will in the form of Brock Lesner… And then she has the cheek to say and I quote “I am not afraid of Mary and her little pow wow of followers”… The word that springs to mind Chyna is contradiction!... You’re a washed up old has been hag who can’t fight her own battles probably because she keeps tripping over her colostomy bag all the time. You ain’t a wrestling legend. You’re a long lost relic and after tonight I never wanna see your bondage wearing ass again!... “
Trent Lewis not moving an inch or without a hint of thought is looked at in disgust by Alkertraz as though he was imagining Chyna in a bondage situation.
Alkertraz – You pervert!... “And as far as this “bounty” in concerned, whether I wanted to or not or if I so happened to indirectly collect it, just for slapping the taste out of there mouths just because I can. I’m gonna do the decent thing. Let’s call it charity, I’m going to give every dime straight back to who ever is offering it, tell them to buy themselves a set of balls, maybe throw in some self defence lessons put them through a few more wrestling schools so they can man up, fight their own fight, and do their damn business themselves instead of begging for help via outside interference because you can’t get the job done your self’s!... For 2 million dollars you could get the Queen of England to become a Hitman. I know men that have died for less and to be perfectly honest I don’t think both combined would put a whole in my pocket if I had a dollar in it and even then I would want change……………..”
Alkertraz thinks about continuing to speak for a moment but instead drops the microphone with a thud to the concrete below, he takes his title from over Trent Lewis’s shoulder and marches straight from camera shot leaving Trent feeling more than sorry for himself before GZWA official camera fades leaving Chyna, “The Statement” Victor Phillips and those behind the Bounty on their heads to digest his words.
Trent Lewis – “I am honoured to be joined here at this time with our new World Heavyweight Champion Alkertraz. And I have to say if you thought intimidation and reason of intent was a factor inside the squared circle then you have no idea or recollection of the presence of the man joining me today possesses…………”
Alkertraz smiles at Trent Lewis in a manor that shows although he knows he’s building an introduction, still indicates that he thinks Trent is a royal ass kisser. And even goes to the extent of interrupting him…
Alkertraz – “You’re a creepy little dude you know that Trent!... “
Trent Lewis goes from being swerve and confident to uncomfortable which makes him quickly go back into interview mode to move the moment along.
Trent Lewis – “This up and coming Primetime you will step inside the ring for the first time with a veteran of the wrestling world Chyna and Victor Phillips “The St……………………”
Alkertraz – “Victor Phillips, that’s right. But, what does he keep trying to make? he keeps talking like he’s trying to get something across, trying to account for something?, like he’s got a big canvas and he’s throwing paint at it for all to see, trying to show the bigger picture?!... He keeps flapping his gums like he’s got something important to say… I just can’t put my finger on it… Making an announcement? No that’s not it… Is he trying to prove a point?!... I don’t know…”
Trent Lewis – “He’s names “The St…………”
Alkertraz – “Shut your teeth from chattering inbred, I’m talking here…He keeps talking like he’s trying to present facts like they mean something… Something to do with voicing his opinion?… He keeps remarking about certain subjects and scenarios but I just can’t quite grasp what he’s really trying to make?!... I just can’t fathom what he’s preaching… It’s like he’s trying to shed light on a matter or even share some knowledge like it all stands for something…”
Trent Lewis – “The word your looking for is………”
Alkertraz – “Do I have to tell you again or should I just slap the taste outta your mouth now and ask questions later!...”
Alkertraz tut’s disappointedly at Trent Lewis before continuing.
Alkertraz – “Do you have something to declare Victor?!... Maybe you want to assert yourself with your god given right to freedom of speech?... It all traces back to one word but I just can’t think of what it could possibly be… It would sum all that I’ve said and what your trying to make nicely and would define what your attempting to do, with this one single word… Your trying to make a…………”
Trent Lewis is almost exploding trying to get across Victor Phillip’s name which also happened to be the word Alkertraz was looking for. But Alkertraz already new the word and exactly what he’s name was but continued the façade to further wind Trent Lewis up as well as get his point across to Victor Phillips.
Alkertraz – “Maybe if you used the word in reference to your name it would clarify all, then everyone one would know exactly what it is you were trying to achieve. I just want it all to make sense, it will come to me sooner or later, he’s trying to make a……..”
Trent Lewis – “STATEMENT?... Is the word your looking for statement!… That’s he’s name, he’s names “The Statement” Victor Phillips!!!!...”
Alkertraz – “Damn, don’t get your little pink panty’s all in a twist man named after a fish, go and play with the traffic… And “The Statement” Victor Phillips?!, what kind of a stupid name is that anyway!... Victor Phillips?... You sound like my 5th grade maths teacher, I bet you got yourself a little cane to spank the boys with as well, even when they ain’t being naughty! I know your type... And I got a little maths “problem” for you since we are on the subject… My foot plus it being shined up real nice plus turning that son bitch sideways and in the style of our newest roster member The Rock turning that son bitch sideways plus every damn “statement” you ever made and sticking them straight up your non candy ass!, because there’s nothing sweet about it!... What’s the conclusion? Your statement’s being up your ass because let’s face it all you do is talk shit so it’s a justified place for them and my foot up your ass equalling for you the biggest damn maths problem you ever layed eyes on!...”
Alkertraz turns to Trent Lewis and awkwardly stares at him for a sufficient amount of time to make him feel even more uncomfortable. Trent looks anywhere but at Alkertraz to avoid eye contact. Alkertraz shakes his head at him before resting the championship belt over Trent’s shoulder and trades it for the microphone.
Alkertraz – “Did you just come back to bitch and moan about being underestimated, forgotten and that no one cared?. Because I coulda saved you the bus fair Phillips, I would have personally sent you a text confirming everything you have just assumed, but believe me, there is no assumptions!... Saying that, I probably wouldn’t have had your number nor would have the x directory because before tonight I’ve never heard your name mentioned and then low and behold you appear like a damn phoenix out of the fire and come Primetime you get main event? Did I miss a trick here?!... Or have you been working your magic massaging some ego’s backstage or sold your soul to the devil!... But needs must, you do what you gotta do to get the job done, although this time you have fallen on death ears because you may think you can dance the funky chicken to the beat of who ever gave you this push’s drum. But when you step inside that ring with me Victor you will soon realise the beat of that drum fading into the distance as I whale on you and make you the son of a bitch you have always been!...”
Alkertraz - “The only thing your gonna be dominating is the toilet you sit on when your thinking of what could have been, your every breath dominated with you questioning the reason to do so!... Your whispers, whispering you just ain’t good enough… My name dominating your thoughts as it replays itself in your mind. Your dreams being dominated by successes that you will never have, your nightmares being dominated by me constantly One112Twelveing you straight to hell, your day dreams dominated by me raising the world championship over your defeated, motionless carcass and your every waking moment being dominated by all the jobbers and rookies you will get to play with along the way to ever getting in a farts smell away from stepping inside that squared circle with me again…”
Alkertraz places the microphone to Trent Lewis’s mouth without saying a word. Trent Lewis now getting used to Alkertraz’s treatment of him, his unorthodox style and quirky sense of humour catches on fast to what’s being asked of him and looking miserable goes to ask Alkertraz a question.
Trent Lewis – “……………..”
Alkertraz – “Na ah!... Can’t you see I’m holding the microphone Trent, how rude of you!...”
Trent Lewis slumps where he stands worn out and tormented by Alkertraz. Alkertraz just turns to the camera and continues to address Victor Phillips.
Alkertraz - “You see the thing is Mr Leader of the Brady bunch, Ric Flair said it to perfection and his words will never be matched by another’s… “To be the man, you got to beat the man!” And In Ground Zero, I’m that man!... So it goes without saying, you can’t be the best because you ain’t beat the best and the best is addressing you right now!... So I suggest you get your play book out, lick the tip of your pencil, write yourself down a few bullet points to get yourself started and take note Victor the predictor!... Bullet point one!... I am the biggest funky assed gibbon known to man to ever grace the squared circle and I’m sorry I poison your eyes with my presence… Bullet Point two!... I am the generic love child of misery and disappointment followed by a poem about hating your own existence, probably written in your own blood and vomit… Bullet point three!... I have come to the realisation that I will never account for a damn thing because at best, at a push I don’t deserve to lace the boots I see myself so fit to wear!... And last and probably least because it involves you! Bullet point number four, forget the point number four, take the bullet stick in a revolver and commit suicide because let’s face it Victor, that’s exactly what your gonna be doing come primetime when you step inside that ring with me!...”
Alkertraz - “And as goes for I don’t have a vagina Chyna. It comes into question and strong locker room point of view, which I will voice to liberate the people and say what everyone else is thinking… As soon as one dude drops of the radar in this case, and obviously Kane who removes himself from contract with Ground Zero, It leaves a gaping whole in Chyna’s little black heart. It leaves the question we full well know is going to be answered… I mean who’s now going to protect her, do all her dirty work for her, clean up her messes and attend to her in the hours of great need?. She can only replace him with another unwilling, easy to manipulate counter part which is obviously if your following, Victor Phillips. Or is it?!... You see although come Primetime she’s got her protection for the night, what comes of the lonely Chyna after?... This old black widow doesn’t miss a trick, she has waiting in the wings a replacement an “enforcer” if you will in the form of Brock Lesner… And then she has the cheek to say and I quote “I am not afraid of Mary and her little pow wow of followers”… The word that springs to mind Chyna is contradiction!... You’re a washed up old has been hag who can’t fight her own battles probably because she keeps tripping over her colostomy bag all the time. You ain’t a wrestling legend. You’re a long lost relic and after tonight I never wanna see your bondage wearing ass again!... “
Trent Lewis not moving an inch or without a hint of thought is looked at in disgust by Alkertraz as though he was imagining Chyna in a bondage situation.
Alkertraz – You pervert!... “And as far as this “bounty” in concerned, whether I wanted to or not or if I so happened to indirectly collect it, just for slapping the taste out of there mouths just because I can. I’m gonna do the decent thing. Let’s call it charity, I’m going to give every dime straight back to who ever is offering it, tell them to buy themselves a set of balls, maybe throw in some self defence lessons put them through a few more wrestling schools so they can man up, fight their own fight, and do their damn business themselves instead of begging for help via outside interference because you can’t get the job done your self’s!... For 2 million dollars you could get the Queen of England to become a Hitman. I know men that have died for less and to be perfectly honest I don’t think both combined would put a whole in my pocket if I had a dollar in it and even then I would want change……………..”
Alkertraz thinks about continuing to speak for a moment but instead drops the microphone with a thud to the concrete below, he takes his title from over Trent Lewis’s shoulder and marches straight from camera shot leaving Trent feeling more than sorry for himself before GZWA official camera fades leaving Chyna, “The Statement” Victor Phillips and those behind the Bounty on their heads to digest his words.
