Post by Mongo the Destroyer on May 28, 2021 20:41:00 GMT -5
*We fade in on Lord Dominicus’ Call to Arms promo. He has just put a pizza into an oven*
LD: And here it comes, the heat, the fire, the situation that brings all these opposites together to form one of the most palatable foods in the world- and one of the best teams in wrestling. Team NPW may not seem like a recipe for success, but stick us all together and turn the heat up with a one night tournament….and you’ll see just who’s eating whose prison pizza. Audible wink.
*He also gives a thumbs up.*
LD: Aaaaand cut. We’ll start rolling again in a little bit once the pizza is done and I go wake up the rest of the team. But since we’ve got some time…
*Dominicus walks back over to the table he was preparing food at and leans against it.*
LD: The camera is still on, right?
Cameraman: They told me not to turn it off just in case interesting things happen.
LD: Of course of course. Perfect then. I’ve got time.
*He gets comfortable.*
LD: Jay Stevens! Haha, don’t think that just because I’m off having fun global adventures I’ve forgotten about you! I haven’t. But see, that’s what makes the two of us so different. I’m off having global adventures and you’re…..running your mouth or something.
*DominiShrug…is that a thing? Can I just put that in front of verbs willy-nilly?*
LD: But here’s the thing. You can talk about how you support Northern Pro Wrestling by uh…being here- but guess what? So are the other roster members. You can talk about working hard and putting in your time and all that but guess what? So is everyone else…even Alex Turner is putting in more work then you and that’s not something anyone wants to admit to! Sooo….
*Dominicus covers his mouth, moving his hand around trying to think before pointing at the camera.*
LD: What makes you special? What makes you stand out against….anyone else? How are you supposed to be looked at as a leader of the people when your claim to fame is that you….do your job?
*As he says that, the NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion (and also Double Crown champ) slowly leans his head in incredulously*
LD: You run your mouth about how I’m not defending that much- WHICH IS SELF-DEFEATING SINCE I’M DEFENDING AGAINST YOU- or this or that. But for real Jay, what are you doing that gives you any right to say anything? I’m in a prison right now for NPW. I’M DOING TIME FOR THIS COMPANY! And, assuming Turner or Cavanagh or Lizard-bro or Primal don’t mess this up, I’m trying to lead Team NPW to victory and ultimately get us more shots at Night of Champions to bring the X*Crown here! But I guess I’m the bad guy for stepping up and coming to these events because the odds of winning are low?
*He DominiThinks.*
LD: Use your brain a little there, Stevens. I’m not Joe Anyone in the back that you’re getting thrown at. I’m clearly thinking a step ahead if I’ve been able to be the North American Cruiserweight Champion this long. I’m clearly doing my preparatory work if I have been able to overcome two champions, one of which had an iron grip on the whole company. I’m clearly putting in my hours to earn these opportunities- and yet my name is higher up in the lights than yours! Why?
*Dominicus cashes in on a recent meme by pointing both fingers at his head.*
LD: THINK! Jeez Jay, I know you want to win but use your noggin for five minutes and realize you can’t look past me or overlook the friggin’ TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION of your company! I didn’t just stumble into my accolades, I EARNED THEM!
*He straightens up.*
LD: “Oh but I work out and focus on NPW and do my job.” GOOD FOR YOU!
*DominiGolfClap*
LD: Now you’ve got a real challenge though! And just like Dane discovered, when you’re up against Lord Dominicus you can’t just punch in your time card and expect to get rewarded. You want to beat me? THEN BEAT ME. But don’t waste my time with whatever garbage your trying to sell to the fans right now. Take it up a notch or you will be just another notch….in my belt….the Cruiserweight one.
*He gestures with his hands.*
LD: Y’know, because belts have- just…..y- you know, just fade out. Yeah. I think I’ve said enough.
Cameraman: So like, do you want me to fade out now, or after the zinger, or….
*Flustered, LD just waves him off and the camera fades.*
LD: And here it comes, the heat, the fire, the situation that brings all these opposites together to form one of the most palatable foods in the world- and one of the best teams in wrestling. Team NPW may not seem like a recipe for success, but stick us all together and turn the heat up with a one night tournament….and you’ll see just who’s eating whose prison pizza. Audible wink.
*He also gives a thumbs up.*
LD: Aaaaand cut. We’ll start rolling again in a little bit once the pizza is done and I go wake up the rest of the team. But since we’ve got some time…
*Dominicus walks back over to the table he was preparing food at and leans against it.*
LD: The camera is still on, right?
Cameraman: They told me not to turn it off just in case interesting things happen.
LD: Of course of course. Perfect then. I’ve got time.
*He gets comfortable.*
LD: Jay Stevens! Haha, don’t think that just because I’m off having fun global adventures I’ve forgotten about you! I haven’t. But see, that’s what makes the two of us so different. I’m off having global adventures and you’re…..running your mouth or something.
*DominiShrug…is that a thing? Can I just put that in front of verbs willy-nilly?*
LD: But here’s the thing. You can talk about how you support Northern Pro Wrestling by uh…being here- but guess what? So are the other roster members. You can talk about working hard and putting in your time and all that but guess what? So is everyone else…even Alex Turner is putting in more work then you and that’s not something anyone wants to admit to! Sooo….
*Dominicus covers his mouth, moving his hand around trying to think before pointing at the camera.*
LD: What makes you special? What makes you stand out against….anyone else? How are you supposed to be looked at as a leader of the people when your claim to fame is that you….do your job?
*As he says that, the NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion (and also Double Crown champ) slowly leans his head in incredulously*
LD: You run your mouth about how I’m not defending that much- WHICH IS SELF-DEFEATING SINCE I’M DEFENDING AGAINST YOU- or this or that. But for real Jay, what are you doing that gives you any right to say anything? I’m in a prison right now for NPW. I’M DOING TIME FOR THIS COMPANY! And, assuming Turner or Cavanagh or Lizard-bro or Primal don’t mess this up, I’m trying to lead Team NPW to victory and ultimately get us more shots at Night of Champions to bring the X*Crown here! But I guess I’m the bad guy for stepping up and coming to these events because the odds of winning are low?
*He DominiThinks.*
LD: Use your brain a little there, Stevens. I’m not Joe Anyone in the back that you’re getting thrown at. I’m clearly thinking a step ahead if I’ve been able to be the North American Cruiserweight Champion this long. I’m clearly doing my preparatory work if I have been able to overcome two champions, one of which had an iron grip on the whole company. I’m clearly putting in my hours to earn these opportunities- and yet my name is higher up in the lights than yours! Why?
*Dominicus cashes in on a recent meme by pointing both fingers at his head.*
LD: THINK! Jeez Jay, I know you want to win but use your noggin for five minutes and realize you can’t look past me or overlook the friggin’ TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION of your company! I didn’t just stumble into my accolades, I EARNED THEM!
*He straightens up.*
LD: “Oh but I work out and focus on NPW and do my job.” GOOD FOR YOU!
*DominiGolfClap*
LD: Now you’ve got a real challenge though! And just like Dane discovered, when you’re up against Lord Dominicus you can’t just punch in your time card and expect to get rewarded. You want to beat me? THEN BEAT ME. But don’t waste my time with whatever garbage your trying to sell to the fans right now. Take it up a notch or you will be just another notch….in my belt….the Cruiserweight one.
*He gestures with his hands.*
LD: Y’know, because belts have- just…..y- you know, just fade out. Yeah. I think I’ve said enough.
Cameraman: So like, do you want me to fade out now, or after the zinger, or….
*Flustered, LD just waves him off and the camera fades.*
