Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Mar 21, 2010 20:01:59 GMT -5
Vinegar: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Dark Days. YES! We are on the air, the Pay-Per-View is underway, despite the lack of opening video, apparently someone forgot to get that made.
Hanson: Who cares the sooner get past the two pointless matches, history will be amde as The Covenant finally claim the last piece of the puzzle as Dirge claims what was robbed from Raenius at Infinity, The unified Global Championship.
"Bury Me In Smoke" begins to blare on the PA system to a thunderous response of hateful booing from the fans. After a few moments Dirge strolls out on to the stage. A few seconds later followed out by Tate Levene in his motor chair. As Tate rolls up to his side Dirge extends a hand and Tate takes it. The two men shake hands and Dirge points down to the ring. Tate smiles and begins to roll down, oblivious to everything around him. As he does so, Dirge gets a handi-wipe and cleans Tate's grease from his palm before throwing it off of the stage and to the floor. Tate arrives and stops at ringside, looking back at the three men with a stupid and complicit look on his flabby face.
Vinegar: Dark Days have barely begun to fall, and already The Covenant looks to make a bold opening statement!
They finally reach the ring and Dirge waits for Tate to heft himself up from his chair so that he can waddle between the ropes, or at least attempt to, and struggling through before stumbling to center ring and standing there, although barely. Dirge summons ring workers, who heft the chair of Tate into the ring and bring it to him. He imperiously orders them to place it in front of him before also ordering him to lift him up and place him into it. The four men look at him with open disgust before Dirge glowers at them, which sends them scurrying to accomplish the task. After finally getting him situated one of them hands Dirge a microphone and then all four scurry from the ring. Dirge watches them go before a grin spreads across his face.
Hanson: Look how statuesque Dirge looks next to the unfortunate Tate Levene! How prominent, how resplendent, how---
Vinegar: Oh brother....
Dirge: Dark Days will prove the end of GIW as The Covenant take what remaining power the Resistance has. We will overwhelm them one match at a time until culminating our takeover with my victory over Hastings for the Global Heavyweight Championship...after which we will have the ultimate leverage over everyone who desires our table scraps...and due to that desire, the people who hunger for it will eventually do whatever the Covenant wishes in order to get their ungrateful hands on the shiny belts. The simple beauty of it is how, because none of them can see the larger picture, the Covenant can use these meaningless prizes to lead the rest of GIW about by the nose. In time, the monkeys of this business will sing and dance for The Covenant and root in shit just to have the right to hold one of those trinkets. The true face of GIW will be revealed then as nothing more than materialistic obsessed cretins, and the worshipers around the world will turn their heads away from their heroes in shame."
"Everybody Down" suddenly blares across the speakers as the fans get to their feet and The Wild Card, Jet Somers steps out on the ramp!
Hanson: How dare he interrupt this history-making speech!
Vinegar: The fans seem relieved to see him!
Hanson: Ungrateful cretins!
Vinegar: Expanding your vocabulary?
Hanson: It's all right here in the Complete Official Dirge Lexicon, available at GIW.com for only $49.95!
Vinegar: Still trying to make an easy buck, huh? Jet's stopping at the top of the ramp, and he's wielding that ring bell!
Hanson: Nauseating bilk.
Jet: You know, I'm hearing a lot of talk about stolen pride, and images shattered. Well, I don't think you'd argue that I'm the walking, talking poster boy for those very things, Dirge. For the last seven months I've fallen down a spiral that has cheated me of my pride and ruined my image forevermore. I don't think you'd argue, because you'd like to take all the credit for it, am I wrong?
Vinegar: Dirge's smile seems to say he agrees!
Jet: For over half a year I've sold my soul for one purpose only, and that's to drain every claim to power The Covenant could possibly have, or ever hope to have. This resistance that has risen against you can claim only partial dedication to the cause, but I have been faithfully throwing myself in your path ever since I walked through the arena doors! And in return, I've received only the ruining of my professional career, and the shunning of my family and associates. I am the icon of the fallen heroes of GIW, and I'm already crawling on my belly to get from show to show.
Hanson: Does this Samaritan have a point?
Jet: So if what you say is true, Dirge, and if you can somehow manage to emerge victorious against The Lord Chief tonight; well, why not dangle the carrot in front of the most willing to fall?
Vinegar/Hanson: WHAT?
Vinegar: The fans are loudly applauding Jet Somers!
Hanson: What an outrage! What makes this peasant believe he is worthy to compete for Dirge's soon-to-be-realized championship?
Jet: Now, don't get me wrong. It has never been my desire to rule this company from the tainted throne that Hastings now sits upon, nor do I care for the power or prestige that comes along with the most coveted prize. No, it's only the chance to siphon any control The Covenant wishes to hold that pushes me to ask for this challenge.
Hanson: Bullshit!
Vinegar: Is that in the lexicon?
Hanson: Indubitably.
Dirge: Jet my boy, you truly do reflect everything that is corrupt and two faced about this promotion. You gladly sold your soul, presuming that you ever had one, just to satisfy your blind, self righteous need for vengeance. In the end it had nothing to do with your sister Jezebel and everything to do with you. I'm glad that you realize that and I take great pride in having engineered your fall from grace.
Dirge pauses for a moment and runs his hand over his chin before continuing, a large smile coming across his face.
Dirge: Oddly enough Jet, I actually believe what you're saying...at least to a point. I know that the Championship is meaningless to you. You only want it so that you can selfishly and childishly dangle it over The Covenant, in a pitiful attempt to make us seethe with covetousness, just as Hastings and Roberts before you have so far failed to do. In fact Jet, I believe that contrary to what you like to delude yourself into believing and that which you so pompously espouse, that you are a lot like me in a way.
Tate laughs with pleasure at the statement as Dirge takes a quick pause.
Dirge: Beneath you nice guy exterior and those morals that you are slowly letting go of, there is a born schemer and a twisted man who knows the value of manipulation. I saw how you handled Chika Ryuu Ja without soiling your Sainted hands. In some ways I was actually impressed...
Dirge: Equally though, I was and am also a little disgusted that you still refuse to succumb to this less wholesome image. I admit that you have me scratching my head as to why that is...after all, you seem to take to naturally to it.
Vinegar: Jet really has become a fallen hero.
Hanson: A libertine, no less, no more.
Vinegar: Do you even know what some of these words mean?
Dirge lifts his mic again, this time pointing directly at Jet.
Dirge: If you cannot embrace that side of you which we in The Covenant have learned to use so efficiently and to hone like a tool, what makes you think you are worthy to try for a piece of the power The Covenant will wield before the end of the night?
Vinegar: What makes Dirge think he can accept or decline challenges for a belt he has yet to win?
Hanson: It's inevitable that he will.
Vinegar: Look at the look on Jet's face! He looks insane right now!
Hanson: His visage is not unlike Jack Nicholson in "The Shining."
Jet: Because, before the end of the night, I will have stolen whatever power The Covenant already has!
Vinegar: The fans on their feet now!
Hanson: One cannot hear oneself cogitate.
Dirge waits for the noise to die down, then raises his mic to a vicious smile.
Dirge: Oh, I'm quite sure dear boy that I have in no way to concern myself with that possibility ever coming to pass.
Vinegar: What does he mean--oh!
Hanson: Our Hero and The Covenant's First Lady!
Vinegar: Jet's opponents later tonight have rushed out onto the ramp and are letting him have it!
Hanson: No more than he deserves after his cowardly acts with the ring bell last week.
Vinegar: CALYPSO DESMONA!
Hanson: Wench.
Vinegar: The Voodoo Priestess takes Chassie Fear down with a running head scissors straight onto the canvas, as Jet and Raenius trade punches and start heading down the ring....and now here come Damarest and Erik, Damarest using all his strength to throws Calypso off Chassie Fear and halfway across the ring, as Erik runs down the ramp, and joins Raenius and they start to double team Jet, as Dirge just watches on in amusement...
Hanson: He’ll get involved when he has to, he knows this is all under control...
Vinegar: DONOVAN HASTINGS & TRAVIS ROBERTS! The Unified Global Champion from out of the back, takes Damarest out with an almighty swinging Neckbreaker, as Travis storms down towards Jet, Raenius and Erik to even the oddsand this has descended into madness already folks, and we haven’t even had the second match...Dirge now climbing from the ring...
Hanson: Hastings shouldn’t have shown his face, Dirge will be giving him something to think about....
Vinegar: No he won’t! Old Lady Levene emerges from backstage, and from behind her rush a flood of officials and security guards who quickly cover the arena floor, and manage to restrain each of the competitors...
Hanson: Way to ruin a good thing, I knew her return would spell bad news...
Vinegar: Well her actions have just ensured we may actually get a Pay-Per-View after all, if that had gone on much longer three matches could have been severely jeopardized. As soon as these guys have cleaned up, we’ll be seeing Alex Kiseragi hunt down a grandlsam against the GIW.com Champion, ‘The Cyclone’ JK.
Hanson: Who cares the sooner get past the two pointless matches, history will be amde as The Covenant finally claim the last piece of the puzzle as Dirge claims what was robbed from Raenius at Infinity, The unified Global Championship.
"Bury Me In Smoke" begins to blare on the PA system to a thunderous response of hateful booing from the fans. After a few moments Dirge strolls out on to the stage. A few seconds later followed out by Tate Levene in his motor chair. As Tate rolls up to his side Dirge extends a hand and Tate takes it. The two men shake hands and Dirge points down to the ring. Tate smiles and begins to roll down, oblivious to everything around him. As he does so, Dirge gets a handi-wipe and cleans Tate's grease from his palm before throwing it off of the stage and to the floor. Tate arrives and stops at ringside, looking back at the three men with a stupid and complicit look on his flabby face.
Vinegar: Dark Days have barely begun to fall, and already The Covenant looks to make a bold opening statement!
They finally reach the ring and Dirge waits for Tate to heft himself up from his chair so that he can waddle between the ropes, or at least attempt to, and struggling through before stumbling to center ring and standing there, although barely. Dirge summons ring workers, who heft the chair of Tate into the ring and bring it to him. He imperiously orders them to place it in front of him before also ordering him to lift him up and place him into it. The four men look at him with open disgust before Dirge glowers at them, which sends them scurrying to accomplish the task. After finally getting him situated one of them hands Dirge a microphone and then all four scurry from the ring. Dirge watches them go before a grin spreads across his face.
Hanson: Look how statuesque Dirge looks next to the unfortunate Tate Levene! How prominent, how resplendent, how---
Vinegar: Oh brother....
Dirge: Dark Days will prove the end of GIW as The Covenant take what remaining power the Resistance has. We will overwhelm them one match at a time until culminating our takeover with my victory over Hastings for the Global Heavyweight Championship...after which we will have the ultimate leverage over everyone who desires our table scraps...and due to that desire, the people who hunger for it will eventually do whatever the Covenant wishes in order to get their ungrateful hands on the shiny belts. The simple beauty of it is how, because none of them can see the larger picture, the Covenant can use these meaningless prizes to lead the rest of GIW about by the nose. In time, the monkeys of this business will sing and dance for The Covenant and root in shit just to have the right to hold one of those trinkets. The true face of GIW will be revealed then as nothing more than materialistic obsessed cretins, and the worshipers around the world will turn their heads away from their heroes in shame."
"Everybody Down" suddenly blares across the speakers as the fans get to their feet and The Wild Card, Jet Somers steps out on the ramp!
Hanson: How dare he interrupt this history-making speech!
Vinegar: The fans seem relieved to see him!
Hanson: Ungrateful cretins!
Vinegar: Expanding your vocabulary?
Hanson: It's all right here in the Complete Official Dirge Lexicon, available at GIW.com for only $49.95!
Vinegar: Still trying to make an easy buck, huh? Jet's stopping at the top of the ramp, and he's wielding that ring bell!
Hanson: Nauseating bilk.
Jet: You know, I'm hearing a lot of talk about stolen pride, and images shattered. Well, I don't think you'd argue that I'm the walking, talking poster boy for those very things, Dirge. For the last seven months I've fallen down a spiral that has cheated me of my pride and ruined my image forevermore. I don't think you'd argue, because you'd like to take all the credit for it, am I wrong?
Vinegar: Dirge's smile seems to say he agrees!
Jet: For over half a year I've sold my soul for one purpose only, and that's to drain every claim to power The Covenant could possibly have, or ever hope to have. This resistance that has risen against you can claim only partial dedication to the cause, but I have been faithfully throwing myself in your path ever since I walked through the arena doors! And in return, I've received only the ruining of my professional career, and the shunning of my family and associates. I am the icon of the fallen heroes of GIW, and I'm already crawling on my belly to get from show to show.
Hanson: Does this Samaritan have a point?
Jet: So if what you say is true, Dirge, and if you can somehow manage to emerge victorious against The Lord Chief tonight; well, why not dangle the carrot in front of the most willing to fall?
Vinegar/Hanson: WHAT?
Vinegar: The fans are loudly applauding Jet Somers!
Hanson: What an outrage! What makes this peasant believe he is worthy to compete for Dirge's soon-to-be-realized championship?
Jet: Now, don't get me wrong. It has never been my desire to rule this company from the tainted throne that Hastings now sits upon, nor do I care for the power or prestige that comes along with the most coveted prize. No, it's only the chance to siphon any control The Covenant wishes to hold that pushes me to ask for this challenge.
Hanson: Bullshit!
Vinegar: Is that in the lexicon?
Hanson: Indubitably.
Dirge: Jet my boy, you truly do reflect everything that is corrupt and two faced about this promotion. You gladly sold your soul, presuming that you ever had one, just to satisfy your blind, self righteous need for vengeance. In the end it had nothing to do with your sister Jezebel and everything to do with you. I'm glad that you realize that and I take great pride in having engineered your fall from grace.
Dirge pauses for a moment and runs his hand over his chin before continuing, a large smile coming across his face.
Dirge: Oddly enough Jet, I actually believe what you're saying...at least to a point. I know that the Championship is meaningless to you. You only want it so that you can selfishly and childishly dangle it over The Covenant, in a pitiful attempt to make us seethe with covetousness, just as Hastings and Roberts before you have so far failed to do. In fact Jet, I believe that contrary to what you like to delude yourself into believing and that which you so pompously espouse, that you are a lot like me in a way.
Tate laughs with pleasure at the statement as Dirge takes a quick pause.
Dirge: Beneath you nice guy exterior and those morals that you are slowly letting go of, there is a born schemer and a twisted man who knows the value of manipulation. I saw how you handled Chika Ryuu Ja without soiling your Sainted hands. In some ways I was actually impressed...
Dirge: Equally though, I was and am also a little disgusted that you still refuse to succumb to this less wholesome image. I admit that you have me scratching my head as to why that is...after all, you seem to take to naturally to it.
Vinegar: Jet really has become a fallen hero.
Hanson: A libertine, no less, no more.
Vinegar: Do you even know what some of these words mean?
Dirge lifts his mic again, this time pointing directly at Jet.
Dirge: If you cannot embrace that side of you which we in The Covenant have learned to use so efficiently and to hone like a tool, what makes you think you are worthy to try for a piece of the power The Covenant will wield before the end of the night?
Vinegar: What makes Dirge think he can accept or decline challenges for a belt he has yet to win?
Hanson: It's inevitable that he will.
Vinegar: Look at the look on Jet's face! He looks insane right now!
Hanson: His visage is not unlike Jack Nicholson in "The Shining."
Jet: Because, before the end of the night, I will have stolen whatever power The Covenant already has!
Vinegar: The fans on their feet now!
Hanson: One cannot hear oneself cogitate.
Dirge waits for the noise to die down, then raises his mic to a vicious smile.
Dirge: Oh, I'm quite sure dear boy that I have in no way to concern myself with that possibility ever coming to pass.
Vinegar: What does he mean--oh!
Hanson: Our Hero and The Covenant's First Lady!
Vinegar: Jet's opponents later tonight have rushed out onto the ramp and are letting him have it!
Hanson: No more than he deserves after his cowardly acts with the ring bell last week.
Vinegar: CALYPSO DESMONA!
Hanson: Wench.
Vinegar: The Voodoo Priestess takes Chassie Fear down with a running head scissors straight onto the canvas, as Jet and Raenius trade punches and start heading down the ring....and now here come Damarest and Erik, Damarest using all his strength to throws Calypso off Chassie Fear and halfway across the ring, as Erik runs down the ramp, and joins Raenius and they start to double team Jet, as Dirge just watches on in amusement...
Hanson: He’ll get involved when he has to, he knows this is all under control...
Vinegar: DONOVAN HASTINGS & TRAVIS ROBERTS! The Unified Global Champion from out of the back, takes Damarest out with an almighty swinging Neckbreaker, as Travis storms down towards Jet, Raenius and Erik to even the oddsand this has descended into madness already folks, and we haven’t even had the second match...Dirge now climbing from the ring...
Hanson: Hastings shouldn’t have shown his face, Dirge will be giving him something to think about....
Vinegar: No he won’t! Old Lady Levene emerges from backstage, and from behind her rush a flood of officials and security guards who quickly cover the arena floor, and manage to restrain each of the competitors...
Hanson: Way to ruin a good thing, I knew her return would spell bad news...
Vinegar: Well her actions have just ensured we may actually get a Pay-Per-View after all, if that had gone on much longer three matches could have been severely jeopardized. As soon as these guys have cleaned up, we’ll be seeing Alex Kiseragi hunt down a grandlsam against the GIW.com Champion, ‘The Cyclone’ JK.