Post by Werwulf on Oct 18, 2017 21:12:01 GMT -5
*The camera fades in at an OCW house show just a couple days removed from Global Desecration. The crowd is buzzing from the action already witnessed, and eager to see how the night will finish. Before the next match is ready, ‘Rabid’ hits the arena, and the crowd erupts as the new OCW World champion emerges on the stage, title hanging loose in his right hand.
With Manticore in tow, Werwulf steps to the beginning of the ramp and pauses a moment, overlooking the crowd. His gaze seems to be piercing beyond them, deeper into some unseen abyss. A sneer crosses his lips as begins the walk to the ring. As he slides in, he releases the grip on the World title, mounting the turnbuckle and swinging his arms wide, head tilted back as he is assaulted, somewhat surprisingly, by a mountain of cheers from the crowd. Manticore picks up the title and lays it on his own shoulder as Wulf lowers himself back to the mat and calls for a mic.*
Wulf: First man in… *he pauses, licking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue* Last.. man... standing....
*He thrusts his fist up as the crowd once more erupts. After a minute or so, he lowers his arm and pulls the mic in close.*
Wulf: I have said, since day one of OCW reopening, I had NO interest in titles. I have made it a point to stay out of the lime light, to stay out of the race, and in recent months, to go so far as to be silent… And yet, despite my best efforts, I keep finding myself in the center of the action…
Because of the Rage Sean Callous, I captured my 8th World title earlier this year. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t demand it, no, management made the match because he wouldn’t shut his mouth, so I stepped up and made him.
*The crowd is starting to calm, trying to determine where Wulf is going with this; this is not the celebration they had expected.*
Wulf: I dropped the belt first chance and made Johnny Grey look half decent in the process… And then, as an offering to management to show I was happy out of the lime light, I toned down the brutality, and I stepped back. I reigned in the hounds and the cTn played by the rules. We were good for weeks…
It was my hope, since waging war got us no where, that biding my time in the shadows would allow the elite and favored of OCW to finally step up and show the world what they could do, show everyone who they were and what they were made of. *he shakes his head* Silence…apathy…lethargy… The superstars of OCW left the world wanting…
And so, at Global Desecration, being put into a match purely because of my rank, I made a statement. I made a statement no other wrestler in this company could. Not only did I step into that ring as the first entrant, not only did I make three eliminations single handed, not only did I take every possible ounce of pain and punishment dispensed to me, I WAS THE LAST MAN STANDING AND WALKED OUT WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION!!
*The crowd erupts once more, but Wulf is far from done.*
Wulf: But that wasn’t enough, no, not by a long shot. I turned around, after being beat on non-stop by 5 other men *points to Core* this one included, and I defended the strap immediately after, putting down Bysin, who was hungry for his first big shot, with utter ease…
*Wulf rubs his chin slightly as he bites his lower lip. His arm straightens slightly, and as if on cue, the World title is placed gently on his shoulder by Manticore. He takes a moment to focus, looking out at the crowd before turning toward the entryway.*
Wulf: It’s obvious Bandit is set for a rematch since I did not eliminate him from the chamber myself. And it’s obvious it will be a hell of match, HOWEVER… it is important to keep this in mind; win or lose, Eric, it will be at my discretion… after my showing at Global Desecration, after my entire run this year, beating you will be the expected outcome. Except… I never wanted the belt. I’ve stated time and time again, I’m looking at a bigger picture.
So either I can win, and continue to show why I am the heart, soul, and mind of OCW and prove I am all I say I am… or I can lose. And should I lose, the whispers will begin to flow Eric, arguing over whether I willingly jobbed to get rid of the belt for something bigger, or if I did so simply out of pity…I mean, it must be hard being a ‘Legend’ when all people really remember about you is your nickname…
*A sneering smile creeps across his lips as he turns back toward the crowd.*
Wulf: But that isn’t what is important right now. What is important, OCW, is that the silence ends now… the peace that you have experienced, the calm and serenity, it all ends now. With the dawning of my 9th title reign as OCW World champion, the re-emergence of the cTn begins. If you thought the start of the year was rough, well… *chuckles* you can’t even imagine where you’re headed now…
*As the last word escapes his mouth, Wulf drops the mic and proceeds to exit the ring and head to the back. Manticore begins to follow as ‘Rabid’ hits once more, and the crowd is left to ponder the words of the champion.*
With Manticore in tow, Werwulf steps to the beginning of the ramp and pauses a moment, overlooking the crowd. His gaze seems to be piercing beyond them, deeper into some unseen abyss. A sneer crosses his lips as begins the walk to the ring. As he slides in, he releases the grip on the World title, mounting the turnbuckle and swinging his arms wide, head tilted back as he is assaulted, somewhat surprisingly, by a mountain of cheers from the crowd. Manticore picks up the title and lays it on his own shoulder as Wulf lowers himself back to the mat and calls for a mic.*
Wulf: First man in… *he pauses, licking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue* Last.. man... standing....
*He thrusts his fist up as the crowd once more erupts. After a minute or so, he lowers his arm and pulls the mic in close.*
Wulf: I have said, since day one of OCW reopening, I had NO interest in titles. I have made it a point to stay out of the lime light, to stay out of the race, and in recent months, to go so far as to be silent… And yet, despite my best efforts, I keep finding myself in the center of the action…
Because of the Rage Sean Callous, I captured my 8th World title earlier this year. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t demand it, no, management made the match because he wouldn’t shut his mouth, so I stepped up and made him.
*The crowd is starting to calm, trying to determine where Wulf is going with this; this is not the celebration they had expected.*
Wulf: I dropped the belt first chance and made Johnny Grey look half decent in the process… And then, as an offering to management to show I was happy out of the lime light, I toned down the brutality, and I stepped back. I reigned in the hounds and the cTn played by the rules. We were good for weeks…
It was my hope, since waging war got us no where, that biding my time in the shadows would allow the elite and favored of OCW to finally step up and show the world what they could do, show everyone who they were and what they were made of. *he shakes his head* Silence…apathy…lethargy… The superstars of OCW left the world wanting…
And so, at Global Desecration, being put into a match purely because of my rank, I made a statement. I made a statement no other wrestler in this company could. Not only did I step into that ring as the first entrant, not only did I make three eliminations single handed, not only did I take every possible ounce of pain and punishment dispensed to me, I WAS THE LAST MAN STANDING AND WALKED OUT WORLD FUCKING CHAMPION!!
*The crowd erupts once more, but Wulf is far from done.*
Wulf: But that wasn’t enough, no, not by a long shot. I turned around, after being beat on non-stop by 5 other men *points to Core* this one included, and I defended the strap immediately after, putting down Bysin, who was hungry for his first big shot, with utter ease…
*Wulf rubs his chin slightly as he bites his lower lip. His arm straightens slightly, and as if on cue, the World title is placed gently on his shoulder by Manticore. He takes a moment to focus, looking out at the crowd before turning toward the entryway.*
Wulf: It’s obvious Bandit is set for a rematch since I did not eliminate him from the chamber myself. And it’s obvious it will be a hell of match, HOWEVER… it is important to keep this in mind; win or lose, Eric, it will be at my discretion… after my showing at Global Desecration, after my entire run this year, beating you will be the expected outcome. Except… I never wanted the belt. I’ve stated time and time again, I’m looking at a bigger picture.
So either I can win, and continue to show why I am the heart, soul, and mind of OCW and prove I am all I say I am… or I can lose. And should I lose, the whispers will begin to flow Eric, arguing over whether I willingly jobbed to get rid of the belt for something bigger, or if I did so simply out of pity…I mean, it must be hard being a ‘Legend’ when all people really remember about you is your nickname…
*A sneering smile creeps across his lips as he turns back toward the crowd.*
Wulf: But that isn’t what is important right now. What is important, OCW, is that the silence ends now… the peace that you have experienced, the calm and serenity, it all ends now. With the dawning of my 9th title reign as OCW World champion, the re-emergence of the cTn begins. If you thought the start of the year was rough, well… *chuckles* you can’t even imagine where you’re headed now…
*As the last word escapes his mouth, Wulf drops the mic and proceeds to exit the ring and head to the back. Manticore begins to follow as ‘Rabid’ hits once more, and the crowd is left to ponder the words of the champion.*