Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 19, 2009 21:07:30 GMT -6
Coming off of his latest victory and successful title defense at Rampage, Minion makes his appearance in the CWE arena. As the hellish smoke and flames erupt on the stage as if out of Hell itself, Minion walks out into view with the Hardcore title on his shoulder. He plays to the fans along the ramp who are chanting his name and holding signs. Minion T-shirts litter the virtual ocean of humanity before him!
Minion slides into the ring and raises his mic as he stands to address the thousands in attendance.....
Yeeesssss....this golden symbol suits us well, does it not? Our stock in this company is rising! The number of those who are counted among our desciples is climbing with each passing day. Each new victory.....another soul harvested....another lamb led to slaughter! Perhaps it is this very championship belt that has fueled our desire for conquest. Perhaps....not. We know not how or why, but we assure you this! We have captured this title.....we have defended it.....and we will NEVER SURRENDER it as long as blood flows through our blackened heart!
Mister Jenkins.....D-Roc. You are a worthy opponent. Our ears are still ringing from the repeated clash of steel upon our skull. You almost took our title. ALMOST! You tried your best, but you were added to the long list of broken bodies that lie in our wake. You're just mortal. There's nothing you can do about that. It's a terminal illness. Your soul now seeks salvation in the slave pits of the abyss!
In our last encounter, bloodshed marked the finale. Broken tables, the spillage of crimson upon the canvas.....these are merely occupational hazards to us. Par for the course, and by no means the "be all, end all" of our accomplishments in this ring. Bloodshed and carnage should not be the end of a battle, but rather as much a part of it as a punch or kick to the opponent. Business, as usual.
Which brings us to why we are here tonight. We have come to offer an open challenge. A challenge to face us in an Extreme Rules match....non-title, of course. Granted, it takes a special kind of man to walk willingly into the jaws of their own demise. However, if there happens to be one amongst the mortals in the back who has so little to actually live for.....be our guest! Heh heh heh....
A little incentive for you, if need be. If whoever faces us can manage to demonstrate the sheer ability to look this demon in the eye and survive....we will grant that individual a title shot.
All that remains is to see which one of you is next in line to face their doom by our hand.....[/b]
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Minion slides into the ring and raises his mic as he stands to address the thousands in attendance.....
Yeeesssss....this golden symbol suits us well, does it not? Our stock in this company is rising! The number of those who are counted among our desciples is climbing with each passing day. Each new victory.....another soul harvested....another lamb led to slaughter! Perhaps it is this very championship belt that has fueled our desire for conquest. Perhaps....not. We know not how or why, but we assure you this! We have captured this title.....we have defended it.....and we will NEVER SURRENDER it as long as blood flows through our blackened heart!
Mister Jenkins.....D-Roc. You are a worthy opponent. Our ears are still ringing from the repeated clash of steel upon our skull. You almost took our title. ALMOST! You tried your best, but you were added to the long list of broken bodies that lie in our wake. You're just mortal. There's nothing you can do about that. It's a terminal illness. Your soul now seeks salvation in the slave pits of the abyss!
In our last encounter, bloodshed marked the finale. Broken tables, the spillage of crimson upon the canvas.....these are merely occupational hazards to us. Par for the course, and by no means the "be all, end all" of our accomplishments in this ring. Bloodshed and carnage should not be the end of a battle, but rather as much a part of it as a punch or kick to the opponent. Business, as usual.
Which brings us to why we are here tonight. We have come to offer an open challenge. A challenge to face us in an Extreme Rules match....non-title, of course. Granted, it takes a special kind of man to walk willingly into the jaws of their own demise. However, if there happens to be one amongst the mortals in the back who has so little to actually live for.....be our guest! Heh heh heh....
A little incentive for you, if need be. If whoever faces us can manage to demonstrate the sheer ability to look this demon in the eye and survive....we will grant that individual a title shot.
All that remains is to see which one of you is next in line to face their doom by our hand.....[/b]
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