Post by thrashmetaldan on Jul 22, 2012 17:11:15 GMT -6
The scene opens as Damien Vincent is in the backstage locker room getting dressed in his black suit approximately 20 minutes after his match against Hajime. He’s covered in scratches and bruises. Anthony Sanderson walks in to talk to his client.
“You did it! You took a hell of a licking on that knee, but you pulled it out! Great show, Damien.”
Damien scoffs and seems upset.
“Was it a great show, Anthony? Please, do go on with your praise of my glorious conquest where I barely managed to defeat a man who looks like he’s being held together with scotch tape and glue. I’m unsatisfied. But, in the long run, I suppose a victory here shall suffice. At least we can stop wasting our time drilling aerial defense and begin formulating a strategy to defeat Savage. He’s one of those whom I most looked forward to dispatching when I signed my contract with USPW.”
A worried look crosses Anthony’s face.
“Listen...Damien, about the title shot. I just got off the phone with the Cloe...”
Damien looks startled and his eyes narrow, viscously.
“Oh my, Anthony. Why do I get the sense that you’re about to tell me something that’s going to leave me more than a bit perturbed?”
“You didn’t lose the title shot! I promise! ...you just may have to wait a few more weeks.”
“WHAT?!?”
Damien immediately loses control and grabs him by the collar, forcing him up against the locker bay doors.
“Ah! Damien, listen to me! The ratings went crazy during that last match! The fans were going nuts! Then blew up twitter just a few seconds after you got the pin! They couldn’t get enough! And Cloe says that if you both perform well, you could each end up with a title shot in August on the new program!”
“WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL WOULD I GIVE A DAMN WHAT THE FANS THINK? Have I not made my position clear on that?!? To hell with Cloe! To hell with the new program! To hell with Hajime! AND TO HELL WITH YOU!”
He grabs Anthony by his hair and smashes his head against the locker door twice. Denting it, then leaving him to fall to the ground as he storms out furiously in the direction of the ring.
(...)
A few minutes after Ray announces the creation of the Global Championship, The crowd hears Damien’s entrance theme begin to play again. They did seem to be expecting this. Without his normal fanfare, he storms to the ring in his suit, microphone in hand, left cheek twitching wildly. When he reaches the center, he takes a moment to stare down the crowd. After a few seconds, the boos die down, and he begins to speak.
“Worms! I must congratulate you on your recent promotion! It comes as a great shock to me personally, and I have to say: it was certainly both unexpected, and unwarranted. I mean, really...To go from the raving lunatics screaming for chairs shots to the CEO of a major conglomerate in a single night is truly impressive!”
The crowd begins murmuring and doesn’t seem to know what he’s talking about.
“As if you aren’t aware! You obviously own USPW now, don’t you? If not, I don’t know where all of your decision making power came from! Or perhaps those who run this company are so weak that they simply must pander to your every whim!
In any case, I lay the blame for this at you feet! You and your repugnant electronic media. Because of your whining, the owners have decided to acquiesce to you...and arrange a rematch between myself and Hajime at Summer Break Do...”
Damien is interrupted by the wild cheering of the crowd.
“Silence! All of you!”
They begin cheering louder, so he shouts over them.
“Don’t think yourselves too powerful, worms! You haven’t prevented me from attaining my title shot! The ascension to glory will still continue unabated. I will be challenging for a title, and in the very near future. However...Hajime will have a title shot as well, even in defeat, if we both ‘perform well’.
First of all, I’m not even aware of what qualifies as performing well. And second...THERE WILL NOT BE ENOUGH LEFT OF HAJIME TO CHALLENGE FOR A TITLE! I shall take what was left of him after our battle tonight, and scatter the dust in the winds! I will take the legend that came amongst us from the East, and it leave a battered shell of it’s former self!”
Chants of “shut up” echo in between Damien’s sentences, now.
“There will be no escape from the hell you face at Summer Break Down, Hajime! I hope you’re listening!”
Damien storms up to the nearest camera man and stares it directly in the lens.
“You are the past, Hajime...I, Damien Vincent, am the glorious future that this organization marches to. You are a footnote in the incredible saga that is written in my destiny! This is in my blood, Hajime...and to take what is rightfully mine...I suppose I’m going to have to spill yours...”
Damien drops the microphone and marches off as his theme music plays again. The crowd is chanting: “Ha-Ji-Me! Ha-Ji-Me!”
“You did it! You took a hell of a licking on that knee, but you pulled it out! Great show, Damien.”
Damien scoffs and seems upset.
“Was it a great show, Anthony? Please, do go on with your praise of my glorious conquest where I barely managed to defeat a man who looks like he’s being held together with scotch tape and glue. I’m unsatisfied. But, in the long run, I suppose a victory here shall suffice. At least we can stop wasting our time drilling aerial defense and begin formulating a strategy to defeat Savage. He’s one of those whom I most looked forward to dispatching when I signed my contract with USPW.”
A worried look crosses Anthony’s face.
“Listen...Damien, about the title shot. I just got off the phone with the Cloe...”
Damien looks startled and his eyes narrow, viscously.
“Oh my, Anthony. Why do I get the sense that you’re about to tell me something that’s going to leave me more than a bit perturbed?”
“You didn’t lose the title shot! I promise! ...you just may have to wait a few more weeks.”
“WHAT?!?”
Damien immediately loses control and grabs him by the collar, forcing him up against the locker bay doors.
“Ah! Damien, listen to me! The ratings went crazy during that last match! The fans were going nuts! Then blew up twitter just a few seconds after you got the pin! They couldn’t get enough! And Cloe says that if you both perform well, you could each end up with a title shot in August on the new program!”
“WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL WOULD I GIVE A DAMN WHAT THE FANS THINK? Have I not made my position clear on that?!? To hell with Cloe! To hell with the new program! To hell with Hajime! AND TO HELL WITH YOU!”
He grabs Anthony by his hair and smashes his head against the locker door twice. Denting it, then leaving him to fall to the ground as he storms out furiously in the direction of the ring.
(...)
A few minutes after Ray announces the creation of the Global Championship, The crowd hears Damien’s entrance theme begin to play again. They did seem to be expecting this. Without his normal fanfare, he storms to the ring in his suit, microphone in hand, left cheek twitching wildly. When he reaches the center, he takes a moment to stare down the crowd. After a few seconds, the boos die down, and he begins to speak.
“Worms! I must congratulate you on your recent promotion! It comes as a great shock to me personally, and I have to say: it was certainly both unexpected, and unwarranted. I mean, really...To go from the raving lunatics screaming for chairs shots to the CEO of a major conglomerate in a single night is truly impressive!”
The crowd begins murmuring and doesn’t seem to know what he’s talking about.
“As if you aren’t aware! You obviously own USPW now, don’t you? If not, I don’t know where all of your decision making power came from! Or perhaps those who run this company are so weak that they simply must pander to your every whim!
In any case, I lay the blame for this at you feet! You and your repugnant electronic media. Because of your whining, the owners have decided to acquiesce to you...and arrange a rematch between myself and Hajime at Summer Break Do...”
Damien is interrupted by the wild cheering of the crowd.
“Silence! All of you!”
They begin cheering louder, so he shouts over them.
“Don’t think yourselves too powerful, worms! You haven’t prevented me from attaining my title shot! The ascension to glory will still continue unabated. I will be challenging for a title, and in the very near future. However...Hajime will have a title shot as well, even in defeat, if we both ‘perform well’.
First of all, I’m not even aware of what qualifies as performing well. And second...THERE WILL NOT BE ENOUGH LEFT OF HAJIME TO CHALLENGE FOR A TITLE! I shall take what was left of him after our battle tonight, and scatter the dust in the winds! I will take the legend that came amongst us from the East, and it leave a battered shell of it’s former self!”
Chants of “shut up” echo in between Damien’s sentences, now.
“There will be no escape from the hell you face at Summer Break Down, Hajime! I hope you’re listening!”
Damien storms up to the nearest camera man and stares it directly in the lens.
“You are the past, Hajime...I, Damien Vincent, am the glorious future that this organization marches to. You are a footnote in the incredible saga that is written in my destiny! This is in my blood, Hajime...and to take what is rightfully mine...I suppose I’m going to have to spill yours...”
Damien drops the microphone and marches off as his theme music plays again. The crowd is chanting: “Ha-Ji-Me! Ha-Ji-Me!”