Post by Rob Diamond on Jan 8, 2009 21:52:29 GMT -6
( Lord Dominicus has just finished watching the promo by one, Mark Evil. Dominicus just sits in his throne and looks at the camera. )
Lord Dominicus: What?
( He shakes his head, a little confused. )
Lord Dominicus: I... I don't understand...
( The tape stops for a brief second, during this time Lord Dominicus re-watches Mark's promo. The tape rolls again with Dominicus still in his throne. )
Lord Dominicus: You... cheese grated your own face... and I'm supposed... to be afraid... why?
( Seriously? )
Lord Dominicus: I know I do allot... ALLOT of stupid, odd, weird, and sometimes sexually disturbing things in my promos... But I never in my wildest dreams thought someone would come along who could out do me...
( Dominicus scratches his head. )
Lord Dominicus: I gotta just step back for a second, resume the roll of Rob Diamond which I used to portray, we are members of New Championship Wrestling, we are here to wrestle and entertain people, what in the holy heck does cheese grating your face have to do with anything? This isn't an Xtreme match, this isn't a puppet on a poll match, this is just a match match because we both had nothing to do. Yet your implying because you wear all black, sit in dark rooms, listening to "As I lay Dying" and cutting yourself means I should be afraid of the pain your going to cause me? Mark, between you and me, are you MAD!?
( Wassupwitdat!? )
Lord Dominicus: Mark... I've seen your matches... All of them... Your promos... sadly, all of them... I mean nCw has it's jokes, Davey Ortega's a choke artist, Everyman is the no show expert, Falcon is the Master of the Roll up... Do you know what the joke is about you? Your nCw's number one jobber. You join, you beat Hexx, you beat Mimic, then you beat Mark Evil. You know? I mean come on Mark, you can't be serious, theres no way. You have to realize by now that your not going anywhere or doing anything in this company that anyone cares about. I know I've fallen pretty far down the ladder in nCw... But to sit in my throne room and have to listen to you cut the most basic "psycho heel" promo I've ever heard makes me just want to break your face.
( The Dominicus smirks. )
Lord Dominicus: Mark, this is my promise, not as Lord Dominicus, but as Rob Diamond, a man allot of people once considered an up and comer in nCw, if I lose to you this Sunday I will kill myself. I swear to God. Because to be perfectly honest with you Mark, I'd rather end my life at the tender age of twenty three than have to go home and face my family after losing to you. I'm serious. If I lose I'll get a permit, buy a gun, and I'll shot myself Kurt Cobain style on the patio of my parents home. I know this isn't really a threat to you or anything, your probably super excited at the thought of being responsible for someone's death, being that until now all your talk has just been some played out Kane/Undertaker rip off gimmick, so go ahead and cut another "promo" where you talk about beating me because you want me dead.
( Dominicus pulls a water bottle out of his pocket and takes a sip, he replaces the cap he never removed and places the bottle on the floor next to him. )
Lord Dominicus: I really wanted to cut another promo like the first two I did, but after watching you today Mark, I just knew I had to come out here and lay it all out for you in the simplest of terms. This is a wrestling match, I am a wrestler, you are some kind of pain fetish freak, we will meet in that ring, we will have to wrestle, and you, like always will be embarrassed. I'm sorry Mark, but after watching you and wasting five minutes of my life I realize that I just can't allow you to have any kind of credibility. I'm going to beat you Sunday, I have to beat you Sunday, because if someone like you is allowed to win matches in a company like nCw then I've lost all reason to live.
( Fade out. )
Lord Dominicus: What?
( He shakes his head, a little confused. )
Lord Dominicus: I... I don't understand...
( The tape stops for a brief second, during this time Lord Dominicus re-watches Mark's promo. The tape rolls again with Dominicus still in his throne. )
Lord Dominicus: You... cheese grated your own face... and I'm supposed... to be afraid... why?
( Seriously? )
Lord Dominicus: I know I do allot... ALLOT of stupid, odd, weird, and sometimes sexually disturbing things in my promos... But I never in my wildest dreams thought someone would come along who could out do me...
( Dominicus scratches his head. )
Lord Dominicus: I gotta just step back for a second, resume the roll of Rob Diamond which I used to portray, we are members of New Championship Wrestling, we are here to wrestle and entertain people, what in the holy heck does cheese grating your face have to do with anything? This isn't an Xtreme match, this isn't a puppet on a poll match, this is just a match match because we both had nothing to do. Yet your implying because you wear all black, sit in dark rooms, listening to "As I lay Dying" and cutting yourself means I should be afraid of the pain your going to cause me? Mark, between you and me, are you MAD!?
( Wassupwitdat!? )
Lord Dominicus: Mark... I've seen your matches... All of them... Your promos... sadly, all of them... I mean nCw has it's jokes, Davey Ortega's a choke artist, Everyman is the no show expert, Falcon is the Master of the Roll up... Do you know what the joke is about you? Your nCw's number one jobber. You join, you beat Hexx, you beat Mimic, then you beat Mark Evil. You know? I mean come on Mark, you can't be serious, theres no way. You have to realize by now that your not going anywhere or doing anything in this company that anyone cares about. I know I've fallen pretty far down the ladder in nCw... But to sit in my throne room and have to listen to you cut the most basic "psycho heel" promo I've ever heard makes me just want to break your face.
( The Dominicus smirks. )
Lord Dominicus: Mark, this is my promise, not as Lord Dominicus, but as Rob Diamond, a man allot of people once considered an up and comer in nCw, if I lose to you this Sunday I will kill myself. I swear to God. Because to be perfectly honest with you Mark, I'd rather end my life at the tender age of twenty three than have to go home and face my family after losing to you. I'm serious. If I lose I'll get a permit, buy a gun, and I'll shot myself Kurt Cobain style on the patio of my parents home. I know this isn't really a threat to you or anything, your probably super excited at the thought of being responsible for someone's death, being that until now all your talk has just been some played out Kane/Undertaker rip off gimmick, so go ahead and cut another "promo" where you talk about beating me because you want me dead.
( Dominicus pulls a water bottle out of his pocket and takes a sip, he replaces the cap he never removed and places the bottle on the floor next to him. )
Lord Dominicus: I really wanted to cut another promo like the first two I did, but after watching you today Mark, I just knew I had to come out here and lay it all out for you in the simplest of terms. This is a wrestling match, I am a wrestler, you are some kind of pain fetish freak, we will meet in that ring, we will have to wrestle, and you, like always will be embarrassed. I'm sorry Mark, but after watching you and wasting five minutes of my life I realize that I just can't allow you to have any kind of credibility. I'm going to beat you Sunday, I have to beat you Sunday, because if someone like you is allowed to win matches in a company like nCw then I've lost all reason to live.
( Fade out. )