Post by evil on May 12, 2011 1:19:38 GMT
It didn't take long for Genesis to make his way down to ringside. Coming down the aisle to his theme music. Dressed in street clothes. Obviously in a cheerful, gloating mood after last week's bout with Angel Fyre. Needless to say. The "Fyre" was put out at the hands of Myster Controversy.
Tonight? Was the night this man had dreamed about for years. Finally, after all the head trauma, nightmares and bad days. Genesis gets what he always wanted. A shot at Avenger, his World Heavyweight Championship. But most of all? A chance to dethrone him of as the top draw in TNB Wrestling for all these years.
As he entered the ring. Genesis stood there. Grin on his face. Looking around at the crowd. Absorbing all the hatred they had for this man. After all, Gen's philosophy is never to 'eliminate' the hate. But to embrace it. Harness it! Use it as your weapon of mass destruction. The more they hate? The more of an asshole he's gonna be.
It never fails. But never surprises me. That each, and every time I've come out to this ring. You all welcome me with open arms & tears of joy!
The boo's from the crowd begin to intensify.
Admit it, ya little butt pirates. You all love me. You really, REALLY love me!
Gen. stands there, extending his arms out wide. Head titled back. Embracing the hate the crowd has for him. Before getting down to business at hand.
Not even the flock of sheep in this arena can ruin my good mood tonight. After I disposed of that Hollywood wannabe/boyfriend of Brandon Payne. I knew then. There was just one thing left for me to do.
And that is to do the one thing that I've always... ALWAYS wanted to do from day one that I stepped foot into TNB Wrestling. Back on that faithful day of February 2006.
That is be the man who shoots The Avenger dead! I'm talkin' bullet between the eyes. I'm talking blood, skull & brain matter flying all over the place. I'm talking BOOM! Headshot! Avenger dies in this ring!!!
More boo's pour out from the crowd. As Gen yells out to them:
SHUT UP!!! SHUT... THE FUCK UP!!!
The boo's quickly begin to subside. As Gen. continues marching forward.
For years... all I ever dreamed of doing is one day. Coming back to this ring, and extracting my revenge. Revenge... to be delivered on the one man who has constantly stole my spotlight! My glory! My honor! And my PRIDE!
Avenger... Sebastian Crowe... Glory Hog... The Ultimate Ass-Kissing Opportunist!
Six years ago. You were the top dog. You were the man. You were the guy who gave a young Genesis a chance. Then, wouldn't you know it? Every opportunity you gave me. You dangled in front of me like a carrot. Only to never allow me to succeed you.
So then we get down to the present day. And I can safely say this, you little puke stains. The more things change. The more they stay the same.
How ironic? How ironic is that we stand in a TNB Wrestling ring in 2011. Six years later after this company was born. And the same guy who was on top back then? Is still riding around on his high horse today?
You see. While I may not be the biggest Sylas Styles fan in the world. While me, and Mr. Styles may not ever exchange Christmas cards, or see eye-to-eye on certain things. We both can agree on one thing. That you sir, Avenger, are nothing more then lying con artist! A person who loves to sit back, and call the kettle black.
You have the nerve to sit back, and tell someone else to get off there "High Horse"
Really Avenger? Seriously!?
What... the... fuck!
If there is any man out there who needs to get off his High Horse more then you? Or as I see it. The golden toilet full of bullshit & lies. That would be you, Avenger. For far, far too long. You've constantly put yourself in front of guys like me. You held me back. You held me down. You never wanted to see me become anywhere close as successful as you have become. Same goes for anyone else that has ever been associated with you, Avenger.
So tonight. Your worst nightmare comes true. You little bastard! I'm going to take my foot, and kick the face paint off your face. Rub your ugly mug into your own bullshit that you've spewed for years & years. And watch you cry, and beg me for mercy.
Because words cannot even begin to describe what the feeling will be like when I beat you, and become the man that I've always been destined to be.
You will no longer have to call me the "King of Controversy", or even "Myster Controversy" himself. No, No! After I'm done with you. You can simply call me "Mr. TNB!". And as the leader of these subordinates in this arena? They no longer have to call me Genesis. You can just call me 'Champ'!
Gen. lowers the mic. Waiting for Avenger to show up.
Tonight? Was the night this man had dreamed about for years. Finally, after all the head trauma, nightmares and bad days. Genesis gets what he always wanted. A shot at Avenger, his World Heavyweight Championship. But most of all? A chance to dethrone him of as the top draw in TNB Wrestling for all these years.
As he entered the ring. Genesis stood there. Grin on his face. Looking around at the crowd. Absorbing all the hatred they had for this man. After all, Gen's philosophy is never to 'eliminate' the hate. But to embrace it. Harness it! Use it as your weapon of mass destruction. The more they hate? The more of an asshole he's gonna be.
It never fails. But never surprises me. That each, and every time I've come out to this ring. You all welcome me with open arms & tears of joy!
The boo's from the crowd begin to intensify.
Admit it, ya little butt pirates. You all love me. You really, REALLY love me!
Gen. stands there, extending his arms out wide. Head titled back. Embracing the hate the crowd has for him. Before getting down to business at hand.
Not even the flock of sheep in this arena can ruin my good mood tonight. After I disposed of that Hollywood wannabe/boyfriend of Brandon Payne. I knew then. There was just one thing left for me to do.
And that is to do the one thing that I've always... ALWAYS wanted to do from day one that I stepped foot into TNB Wrestling. Back on that faithful day of February 2006.
That is be the man who shoots The Avenger dead! I'm talkin' bullet between the eyes. I'm talking blood, skull & brain matter flying all over the place. I'm talking BOOM! Headshot! Avenger dies in this ring!!!
More boo's pour out from the crowd. As Gen yells out to them:
SHUT UP!!! SHUT... THE FUCK UP!!!
The boo's quickly begin to subside. As Gen. continues marching forward.
For years... all I ever dreamed of doing is one day. Coming back to this ring, and extracting my revenge. Revenge... to be delivered on the one man who has constantly stole my spotlight! My glory! My honor! And my PRIDE!
Avenger... Sebastian Crowe... Glory Hog... The Ultimate Ass-Kissing Opportunist!
Six years ago. You were the top dog. You were the man. You were the guy who gave a young Genesis a chance. Then, wouldn't you know it? Every opportunity you gave me. You dangled in front of me like a carrot. Only to never allow me to succeed you.
So then we get down to the present day. And I can safely say this, you little puke stains. The more things change. The more they stay the same.
How ironic? How ironic is that we stand in a TNB Wrestling ring in 2011. Six years later after this company was born. And the same guy who was on top back then? Is still riding around on his high horse today?
You see. While I may not be the biggest Sylas Styles fan in the world. While me, and Mr. Styles may not ever exchange Christmas cards, or see eye-to-eye on certain things. We both can agree on one thing. That you sir, Avenger, are nothing more then lying con artist! A person who loves to sit back, and call the kettle black.
You have the nerve to sit back, and tell someone else to get off there "High Horse"
Really Avenger? Seriously!?
What... the... fuck!
If there is any man out there who needs to get off his High Horse more then you? Or as I see it. The golden toilet full of bullshit & lies. That would be you, Avenger. For far, far too long. You've constantly put yourself in front of guys like me. You held me back. You held me down. You never wanted to see me become anywhere close as successful as you have become. Same goes for anyone else that has ever been associated with you, Avenger.
So tonight. Your worst nightmare comes true. You little bastard! I'm going to take my foot, and kick the face paint off your face. Rub your ugly mug into your own bullshit that you've spewed for years & years. And watch you cry, and beg me for mercy.
Because words cannot even begin to describe what the feeling will be like when I beat you, and become the man that I've always been destined to be.
You will no longer have to call me the "King of Controversy", or even "Myster Controversy" himself. No, No! After I'm done with you. You can simply call me "Mr. TNB!". And as the leader of these subordinates in this arena? They no longer have to call me Genesis. You can just call me 'Champ'!
Gen. lowers the mic. Waiting for Avenger to show up.