Post by cenotaph on Nov 30, 2015 23:21:41 GMT -6
::Standing in the middle of the ring not too long after the match with Cain. He stands in the middle of the ring with a white towel wrapped around his neck, wearing his signature jacket, and a pair of tattered and torn jeans. He looks out at the crowd and begins to address the circumstances.::
Cenotaph- I told you so. Didn't I tell you what would happen? I simply said ad nauseum that Cain wasn't in my league nor would he even come close to beating me. It's a shame that this company feels little to no regard for their wrestlers, but that's okay, each and every single one of them will continue to see why it's a mistake to continue crossing me in this ring. I fail to see why the company just doesn't give me what I want and that's Sentinel. Better yet just give me the championship, that's right, just give it to me because I will bring honor, prestige, greatness, and honesty to a championship that's been corrupted by those who have no talent, no prestige, or future ahead of them.
Which brings me to my next opponent. Hope? What kind of a name is Hope? Were your parents hippies who believed in this "hope prevails" slogan? Let me tell you something. Hope is for losers, hope is for individuals who believe in faireytales like Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, and The Easter Bunny. The only difference is that your story is coming to an end and the asskicking I am going to bestow upon you will not be a story for children. Oh no, I intend to send a message to the fans, to the announcers, to the corporate swine who own this industry, and to all the wrestlers who think they have a chance. First it was Cain and now it will be Hope.
Come our match I want you to truly write out your will. I intend to send a very special message to those who doubt my ability. Come Monday Night you will cease to exist, I am going to bury you, I am going to eat your damn heart out and to all the announcers who make fun of me, my name, and my purpose? I will be coming after you very soon. You won't be laughing when I am holding the World Heavyweight Championship.
No one will stop me from getting to Sentinel and if it means I have to go through an array of scrubs to achieve my ultimate goal then so be it. Be prepared for the message Hope. Because Monday night will be the last time anyone in this company, your friends, or your family will see of you. That much I can promise you.
::With that said he gives an icy cold stare into the camera and places the microphone on the mat. He walks out of the ring with the camera man following him, the last image shown is the bloody red skull on the back of his jacket as it fades to black.::
Cenotaph- I told you so. Didn't I tell you what would happen? I simply said ad nauseum that Cain wasn't in my league nor would he even come close to beating me. It's a shame that this company feels little to no regard for their wrestlers, but that's okay, each and every single one of them will continue to see why it's a mistake to continue crossing me in this ring. I fail to see why the company just doesn't give me what I want and that's Sentinel. Better yet just give me the championship, that's right, just give it to me because I will bring honor, prestige, greatness, and honesty to a championship that's been corrupted by those who have no talent, no prestige, or future ahead of them.
Which brings me to my next opponent. Hope? What kind of a name is Hope? Were your parents hippies who believed in this "hope prevails" slogan? Let me tell you something. Hope is for losers, hope is for individuals who believe in faireytales like Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, and The Easter Bunny. The only difference is that your story is coming to an end and the asskicking I am going to bestow upon you will not be a story for children. Oh no, I intend to send a message to the fans, to the announcers, to the corporate swine who own this industry, and to all the wrestlers who think they have a chance. First it was Cain and now it will be Hope.
Come our match I want you to truly write out your will. I intend to send a very special message to those who doubt my ability. Come Monday Night you will cease to exist, I am going to bury you, I am going to eat your damn heart out and to all the announcers who make fun of me, my name, and my purpose? I will be coming after you very soon. You won't be laughing when I am holding the World Heavyweight Championship.
No one will stop me from getting to Sentinel and if it means I have to go through an array of scrubs to achieve my ultimate goal then so be it. Be prepared for the message Hope. Because Monday night will be the last time anyone in this company, your friends, or your family will see of you. That much I can promise you.
::With that said he gives an icy cold stare into the camera and places the microphone on the mat. He walks out of the ring with the camera man following him, the last image shown is the bloody red skull on the back of his jacket as it fades to black.::