Post by Adam Darke on Oct 8, 2009 21:08:01 GMT -5
<-- Camera opens on Adam Darke, wearing an all black suit except for his white gloves. He smiles to the camera as he raises a glass of scotch to his lips. He's walking outside the ruins of the Darke Cathedral -->
So, my friends, what was once spoken by my lips has come to pass. Once again, Adam Darke is a champion. Once again, on any given night, my light shines the brightest. Once again, you may worship me as your wrestling god.
Of course, there were many challenges and I will say nothing bad about my competitors. It took a true champion to be able to surpass all of the teeming masses, trying to win the television title, but luckily, I was there. So, there I was, sitting in the middle of the ring, enjoying my victory, and what happened next?
A couple peasants came and pissed on my party.
Seriously, does anyone even know who these people are? Who is this Mac Bry? Has he made his bones? We know Deas is nothing, and Kidd X? Seriously, Kidd X? What gives these three the right... what gives these three the balls... what gives these three the idea that they should come down when Adam Darke is having another one of this shining moments?
<-- Adam sips his drink -->
It's all meaningless in the end, if you think about it... all it does is give me, Vlad, and Sai a brief workout on the next card before Adam Darke does something that this federation has not and will not ever see again... a single wrestler winning titles on back to back nights. It's inevitable, so why even bother speaking of it.
Deas, Mac, and Kidd X.... truely a motley crew. Do you know what I despise? Anyone who is worse than me... and while that does give me an infinite array of targets... for this one night, mWo... you have all my hate, all my rage, all my anger focused just on you three. Feel blessed; it's the closest you'll ever get to my level.
And good news everyone... I've decided to save the HCW some money in our match. They get to avoid paying someone five minutes of work, because, from now on...
I'll bring my own referee.
<-- Monique walks into the screen, a glass of wine in her hand -->
M: And of course, if my services are not... required, well, I can hope I will be able to substitute for the referee in case they happen to slip or anything like that...
And Krystal looks a little... lacking, so maybe I'll be able to help her out as well...
<-- The King and Queen of HCW share a kiss as the camera closes -->
So, my friends, what was once spoken by my lips has come to pass. Once again, Adam Darke is a champion. Once again, on any given night, my light shines the brightest. Once again, you may worship me as your wrestling god.
Of course, there were many challenges and I will say nothing bad about my competitors. It took a true champion to be able to surpass all of the teeming masses, trying to win the television title, but luckily, I was there. So, there I was, sitting in the middle of the ring, enjoying my victory, and what happened next?
A couple peasants came and pissed on my party.
Seriously, does anyone even know who these people are? Who is this Mac Bry? Has he made his bones? We know Deas is nothing, and Kidd X? Seriously, Kidd X? What gives these three the right... what gives these three the balls... what gives these three the idea that they should come down when Adam Darke is having another one of this shining moments?
<-- Adam sips his drink -->
It's all meaningless in the end, if you think about it... all it does is give me, Vlad, and Sai a brief workout on the next card before Adam Darke does something that this federation has not and will not ever see again... a single wrestler winning titles on back to back nights. It's inevitable, so why even bother speaking of it.
Deas, Mac, and Kidd X.... truely a motley crew. Do you know what I despise? Anyone who is worse than me... and while that does give me an infinite array of targets... for this one night, mWo... you have all my hate, all my rage, all my anger focused just on you three. Feel blessed; it's the closest you'll ever get to my level.
And good news everyone... I've decided to save the HCW some money in our match. They get to avoid paying someone five minutes of work, because, from now on...
I'll bring my own referee.
<-- Monique walks into the screen, a glass of wine in her hand -->
M: And of course, if my services are not... required, well, I can hope I will be able to substitute for the referee in case they happen to slip or anything like that...
And Krystal looks a little... lacking, so maybe I'll be able to help her out as well...
<-- The King and Queen of HCW share a kiss as the camera closes -->
