Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Nov 22, 2024 19:25:34 GMT -5
*We open on a replay from Bloodied Fox’s promo that aired during the War in Wexford. He’s seated in a comfortable looking chair with the WUK World Championship draped on his body.*
*The image on the screen pauses as we pull out to see Lord Dominicus standing by the TV playing the video holding the remote.*
LD: Truer words have not been spoken. Because Bloodied Fox, your next opponent is me.
*He sets down the remote and walks a bit away from the TV before sitting down in his own comfortable chair, relaxing in a way only a DARK LORD can (by putting a leg up on the arm of the chair).*
LD: “Oh but Lord Dominicus, if you just let the footage keep going you’ll see-“ What you’ll see is everything going to plan…well, plan B anyway.
*He sighs.*
LD: Did I win the X*Crown? No, obviously. If I did I’d have a veritable blanket of titles on right now to symbolize our turn to winter. But let’s consider what actually happened the other night and what will be happening.
*A finger goes up as Dominicus starts to count.*
LD: First Fox and I steal the Battle for Britain- yes he comes out on top but such is the way in wrestling. There’s a reason why rematches exist.
*Another finger joins it.*
LD: Despite losing the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship I find myself main eventing the War in Wexford for the X*Crown Championship. While Fox…stayed home I guess?
*Dominicus opts to turn his hand around into a two-finger salue.*
LD: And now, having “lost”-
*Now the fingers are joined by his other hand for air quotes.*
LD: -I’m main eventing the Assault on Aberdeen for the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship. Unlike most of my opponents, Fox, I’m sure you can count- but that’s three championship matches, on three shows in a row, with yours truly as the name on the marquee. A lot of people think they’re the center of the universe- but me? It would appear that in this company I AM.
*He shifts a bit in the chair, getting into a new comfortable position.*
LD: But that’s not all my faux furred friend, let’s look even closer at the X*Crown match ending. I was in an untenable position as everyone realized the only way to stop me was to hold me down. So what did I do? I showed my understanding of the situation. Donzig is an annoyance. I won the Wrestle United Kingdom World Championship and he had the GALL to be X*Crown Champion. That means that what should have been MY spotlight was being covered by a guy whose top three hobbies are brooding.
*Dominicus shakes his head.*
LD: That wouldn’t do. How am I supposed to be the GREAT DARK LEADER of this company if I constantly have to play second fiddle to a guy who got lucky that Death Trap was off his A-game in some wacky internationally-themed match? So first and foremost, Donzig couldn’t leave that match as X*Crown Champion.
*There seems to be a piece missing from this grand plan that Lord Dominicus is revealing.*
LD: But wait, what about Jason Long? How is he any better? Ah Fox and friends, that’s where it becomes obvious that you’re all playing checkers while I’m playing chess. You see, Jason Long isn’t a member of this roster. That means that now that he’s X*Crown Champion the title doesn’t necessarily stay here, he can take it anywhere he wants- more specifically: out of my way. But that’s not even the best of it…
*The DARK LORD OF THE XHF gets real comfy in the chair, leaning back, even stretching a little.*
LD: You see, the situation of that pin/submission is at best highly questionable. Notice that when Long had the title shoved into his chest he was confused. That’s because the ending wasn’t clean. Did he really earn that, or did I just hand him a little to screw with Donzig. Now, Jason Long has a little- tiny black Dominicus-shaped asterisk next to his name. If he wants to ignore it, I suppose that’s his prerogative.
*He leans forward on his hands and knees.*
LD: But say he does. Say he tries to take the title to HardKore World or J-ROK and his next opponent talks about how he didn’t really win it. Say he lines up a whole host of people and all of them are able to say the same thing: “But you didn’t really beat Donzig or Lord Dominicus did you?” Even if he proved to be the greatest champion we’ve ever he still will not have actually earned from his original two opponents.
*WUK’s VANTABLACK SAVIOR tries to pick at his nails, but they’re covered by a glove.*
LD: That’s called insurance. Because if he really wants this reign to matter more than his last one, Jason Long will be back- and he’ll be looking for me. Screwing Donzig was really just a bonus. But why am I telling you all of this, Bloodied Fox and everyone gathered at home?
*He leans forward and grabs the camera, manipulating where it goes.*
LD: Because it serves as a reminder that this is my realm and that I am in complete control. Whatever happens, no matter how it may seem, is because I deem it to be. And at Aberdeen, Fox, your “talent” is just a blunt bludgeon as I perform another complicated and well-thought-out series of slices with my surgical knife.
*With his hands, the DARK LORD mimics making small incisions.*
LD: Will December 9th be the day you die of a thousand cuts, or do I have another trap waiting to spring on you later? Well…
*He picks up the remote from.*
LD: I guess you’ll just have to tune in to find out.
*With a click the camera goes black.*
Fox: This belt……is going to be defended against the best. Iron sharpens iron, and blood calls for blood.
*The image on the screen pauses as we pull out to see Lord Dominicus standing by the TV playing the video holding the remote.*
LD: Truer words have not been spoken. Because Bloodied Fox, your next opponent is me.
*He sets down the remote and walks a bit away from the TV before sitting down in his own comfortable chair, relaxing in a way only a DARK LORD can (by putting a leg up on the arm of the chair).*
LD: “Oh but Lord Dominicus, if you just let the footage keep going you’ll see-“ What you’ll see is everything going to plan…well, plan B anyway.
*He sighs.*
LD: Did I win the X*Crown? No, obviously. If I did I’d have a veritable blanket of titles on right now to symbolize our turn to winter. But let’s consider what actually happened the other night and what will be happening.
*A finger goes up as Dominicus starts to count.*
LD: First Fox and I steal the Battle for Britain- yes he comes out on top but such is the way in wrestling. There’s a reason why rematches exist.
*Another finger joins it.*
LD: Despite losing the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship I find myself main eventing the War in Wexford for the X*Crown Championship. While Fox…stayed home I guess?
*Dominicus opts to turn his hand around into a two-finger salue.*
LD: And now, having “lost”-
*Now the fingers are joined by his other hand for air quotes.*
LD: -I’m main eventing the Assault on Aberdeen for the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship. Unlike most of my opponents, Fox, I’m sure you can count- but that’s three championship matches, on three shows in a row, with yours truly as the name on the marquee. A lot of people think they’re the center of the universe- but me? It would appear that in this company I AM.
*He shifts a bit in the chair, getting into a new comfortable position.*
LD: But that’s not all my faux furred friend, let’s look even closer at the X*Crown match ending. I was in an untenable position as everyone realized the only way to stop me was to hold me down. So what did I do? I showed my understanding of the situation. Donzig is an annoyance. I won the Wrestle United Kingdom World Championship and he had the GALL to be X*Crown Champion. That means that what should have been MY spotlight was being covered by a guy whose top three hobbies are brooding.
*Dominicus shakes his head.*
LD: That wouldn’t do. How am I supposed to be the GREAT DARK LEADER of this company if I constantly have to play second fiddle to a guy who got lucky that Death Trap was off his A-game in some wacky internationally-themed match? So first and foremost, Donzig couldn’t leave that match as X*Crown Champion.
*There seems to be a piece missing from this grand plan that Lord Dominicus is revealing.*
LD: But wait, what about Jason Long? How is he any better? Ah Fox and friends, that’s where it becomes obvious that you’re all playing checkers while I’m playing chess. You see, Jason Long isn’t a member of this roster. That means that now that he’s X*Crown Champion the title doesn’t necessarily stay here, he can take it anywhere he wants- more specifically: out of my way. But that’s not even the best of it…
*The DARK LORD OF THE XHF gets real comfy in the chair, leaning back, even stretching a little.*
LD: You see, the situation of that pin/submission is at best highly questionable. Notice that when Long had the title shoved into his chest he was confused. That’s because the ending wasn’t clean. Did he really earn that, or did I just hand him a little to screw with Donzig. Now, Jason Long has a little- tiny black Dominicus-shaped asterisk next to his name. If he wants to ignore it, I suppose that’s his prerogative.
*He leans forward on his hands and knees.*
LD: But say he does. Say he tries to take the title to HardKore World or J-ROK and his next opponent talks about how he didn’t really win it. Say he lines up a whole host of people and all of them are able to say the same thing: “But you didn’t really beat Donzig or Lord Dominicus did you?” Even if he proved to be the greatest champion we’ve ever he still will not have actually earned from his original two opponents.
*WUK’s VANTABLACK SAVIOR tries to pick at his nails, but they’re covered by a glove.*
LD: That’s called insurance. Because if he really wants this reign to matter more than his last one, Jason Long will be back- and he’ll be looking for me. Screwing Donzig was really just a bonus. But why am I telling you all of this, Bloodied Fox and everyone gathered at home?
*He leans forward and grabs the camera, manipulating where it goes.*
LD: Because it serves as a reminder that this is my realm and that I am in complete control. Whatever happens, no matter how it may seem, is because I deem it to be. And at Aberdeen, Fox, your “talent” is just a blunt bludgeon as I perform another complicated and well-thought-out series of slices with my surgical knife.
*With his hands, the DARK LORD mimics making small incisions.*
LD: Will December 9th be the day you die of a thousand cuts, or do I have another trap waiting to spring on you later? Well…
*He picks up the remote from.*
LD: I guess you’ll just have to tune in to find out.
*With a click the camera goes black.*
