Post by cenotaph on Dec 17, 2015 17:14:07 GMT -6
::The scene opens up to an empty ring that has dried blood still remaining. Suddenly two doors open and they reveal Cenotaph in a pair of blue jean shorts, a black tank top, and his long brown hair in a ponytail. He sits on the top turnbuckle after noticing the camera man and motions for him to come closer.::
Cenotaph- So, I come to an understanding that the company hasn't realized how much I mean business? What's it going to take before they realize that I am here to fight and destroy the big dogs, you think putting me in a match with Chris North is going to amount to any success for him? And don't get me started on Saraya Hope. She might've picked up a victory via disqualification, but guess what? She didn't beat me, she didn't make me submit, pin me, or knock me out. I left that piece of trash laying in the middle of the ring because she doesn't belong in this business, she doesn't belong in a man's world, and I am going to let her know right now that I haven't forgotten about her. I have a special surprise for her at the next show and I won't rest until she's removed from this profession. Her place isn't a wrestling ring, her place is in a kitchen or as a secretary somewhere filing paper work.
But enough about her. Chris North? This is about you and me. I don't know who you are and I don't care, I don't know why you agreed to this match against me. I understand that perhaps you're trying to make a name for yourself, moving up the ranks, hoping to reach that beautiful brass ring in hopes that you will be the World Heavyweight Champion. I really hate to be repetitious in terms of conveying my point to the uninformed masses. But, I hope you realize the grave mistake you made in agreeing to this match. Do you understand what's going to happen to you? Do you know that I am a man who won't be held responsible for the pain, damage, suffering, and humiliation you're going to experience? Of course not, you don't even have the slightest hint as to what's about to happen to you. Saraya found out what I am capable of, just like you're going to find out. The announcers who think I am some joke with no future are going to experience the hell I am going to unleash on you, them, the wrestlers, the fans, and the corporate swine who want to keep me from success.
I AM THE FUTURE! I AM YOUR FUTURE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THIS INDUSTRY! Come Monday Night, I am going to kill your career, I am going to end you, and I am going to put an end to the Saraya Hopes, the Chris Norths, the Ashley Kenyons, and the Sentinel's of this world because there's nothing worse than phony wrestlers who think they have a chance at being the best or holding a championship without the honor, integrity, and prestige that I actually stand for.
There will be more to come as I move up in the rankings and attaining my destiny as the best in the world. Can you feel it? Can you feel the future arriving? Can you feel what's about to happen? I sure hope you do and there's nothing you can do about it. Soon and very soon I will be holding the UWA World Heavyweight Championship and you can quote me on that. Chris North ::Cenotaph stares into the camera with ice cold eyes:: I am going to end your life here in the UWA. Your ass belongs to me and when it's all said and done, I promise you that you're not going to remember what's happened to you except the pain you'll feel for the rest of your miserable pathetic useless life.
::Cenotaph pushes the camera out of the way sending it spiraling out of the ring. He begins running the ropes, quickly stopping for a round of push-ups, and practicing his shadow boxing along with his martial arts skills as the scene fades to black revealing his logo of the red blood skull dripping.::