Post by graymalone on Jul 26, 2016 20:05:26 GMT -5
It is the middle of the day, on the eastern seaboard, in Chesapeake, Virginia. Today is the hottest day of the year so far. 100 degrees. Humidity brings it to feel like 114. It's not like a warm Vegas day, but for the folks of this fine state, it's pretty fucking bonkers. And yet, outside, standing in the grass, on a section of his vast array of land, is Gray Malone. Shades on his face, and a toothpick in his mouth, he looks out over his acreage. Sweat pouring down his face, and yet he doesn't bother to wipe it off.
That is weakness. Gray Malone is not weak.
Instead, he walks on, slowly, looking at the trees to the south, and the great vast, lake to the north, and he speaks.
Malone: I'm a winter kind of man for those of you wondering. I can't stand the foul humidity of this sweltering Virginia heat. I prefer the breeze to be cool, and to be constant. It brings about energy, it brings about strength on the inside. It kind of reminds me of the current state of things within the NGW. To narrow it down, the lane of the NGW that I am now currently on. The Marquee Division. Led by a man whom I have grown to respect tremendously. That man sits above the division as it's champion. I am of course referring to Avery Miles two plus one.
He looks down as he slowly walks his land.
Malone: I see how Miles represents the title he holds, and I must say that he holds it with class. He is a fighting champion, and he is a stellar champion. Yet even those that fight, and those that have a certain stellarness about them, eventually fall to the inevitable. And what you see before you is that certain inevitability. I am following the path that Avery has laid before me. Yet unlike him, I make sure I leave no question in my wake. Rockin Lunatic simply vanished for good, after he faced the creature of the shadows, and this Saturday, the face that runs the damn place will cease to exist once he enters MY ring.
He spits out in the open air.
Malone: I'm at a loss for words at the complete and utter horse shit that came from Blade towards me. Who on god's green earth gave birth to such a moronic excuse of a performer. Devlin Scott should be skinned alive with a herpe infested belt buckle for hiring this idiot into the NGW. Yet I'll take the embarassment this time, as John Blade happens to be in my way towards the goal of becoming Marquee Champion.
Gray stops walking. Thinking to himself, before looking into the eyes of every viewer watching. Looking into Avery's eyes, Blade's eyes....and Devlin's eyes.
Malone: I've been spit on since walking into the fucking door of this decrepit federation. I've challenged them all, and because of that, I have been ridiculed, just because I let them win, after easily having my way with every opponent I've entered a ring with. As bad as I apparently suck I stay on the minds of each and every dumbfounded fuck employed in the NGW and the IPW. Each and everyone of you are enthralled with the mystery that is Gray Malone, and it eats you all up inside because as hard as you all try...I am unbreakable. And for the many times that my challenges fell on deaf ears, and yet NOW, you idiots decide to challenge me? And call me shit because I say no? None of you are even close to the level of playing field that I reside on in this motherfucking business. You look at the record that I hold in the NGW...which just so happens to be a very fabricated record on MY BEHALF! And you see weakness. You see a old, has been, who can no longer cut it within the very young ranks of NGW. The News flash is simple. I alone have put NGW on the map where it rests right this moment. Before Gray Malone, this federation was nothing more than a whisper on the tip of professional wrestling's nutsack.
He pauses to let his words start to sink in.
Malone: Gavin Grimes wouldn't be half the superstar he is, if I hadn't of challenged him. Ashleigh Grimes would still be trying to face halfwit competitors that end up quitting before the match, if I hadn't stepped in there in bitched slapped her throughout the arena, before letting her think in her little feeble mind that she won due to her skills alone. Hell, I even allowed Shelley Silver to take the Five Lakes Championship, just to give Gavin's old lady an easy path to win it. It's all fabricated. I showed each and everyone of those cunts what corruption truly is, and now that it has been well recieved, I will proceed to destroy every aspect of it that has soaked into the souls of them all. It continues at Vendetta with John Blade. A man that doesn't even deserve this stupid ass promo that I am doing......as a matter of fact, fuck this.
He walks up and knocks the camera down. His voice is heard as he walks by.
Malone: Fuck the NGW.
The scene fades to black.
That is weakness. Gray Malone is not weak.
Instead, he walks on, slowly, looking at the trees to the south, and the great vast, lake to the north, and he speaks.
Malone: I'm a winter kind of man for those of you wondering. I can't stand the foul humidity of this sweltering Virginia heat. I prefer the breeze to be cool, and to be constant. It brings about energy, it brings about strength on the inside. It kind of reminds me of the current state of things within the NGW. To narrow it down, the lane of the NGW that I am now currently on. The Marquee Division. Led by a man whom I have grown to respect tremendously. That man sits above the division as it's champion. I am of course referring to Avery Miles two plus one.
He looks down as he slowly walks his land.
Malone: I see how Miles represents the title he holds, and I must say that he holds it with class. He is a fighting champion, and he is a stellar champion. Yet even those that fight, and those that have a certain stellarness about them, eventually fall to the inevitable. And what you see before you is that certain inevitability. I am following the path that Avery has laid before me. Yet unlike him, I make sure I leave no question in my wake. Rockin Lunatic simply vanished for good, after he faced the creature of the shadows, and this Saturday, the face that runs the damn place will cease to exist once he enters MY ring.
He spits out in the open air.
Malone: I'm at a loss for words at the complete and utter horse shit that came from Blade towards me. Who on god's green earth gave birth to such a moronic excuse of a performer. Devlin Scott should be skinned alive with a herpe infested belt buckle for hiring this idiot into the NGW. Yet I'll take the embarassment this time, as John Blade happens to be in my way towards the goal of becoming Marquee Champion.
Gray stops walking. Thinking to himself, before looking into the eyes of every viewer watching. Looking into Avery's eyes, Blade's eyes....and Devlin's eyes.
Malone: I've been spit on since walking into the fucking door of this decrepit federation. I've challenged them all, and because of that, I have been ridiculed, just because I let them win, after easily having my way with every opponent I've entered a ring with. As bad as I apparently suck I stay on the minds of each and every dumbfounded fuck employed in the NGW and the IPW. Each and everyone of you are enthralled with the mystery that is Gray Malone, and it eats you all up inside because as hard as you all try...I am unbreakable. And for the many times that my challenges fell on deaf ears, and yet NOW, you idiots decide to challenge me? And call me shit because I say no? None of you are even close to the level of playing field that I reside on in this motherfucking business. You look at the record that I hold in the NGW...which just so happens to be a very fabricated record on MY BEHALF! And you see weakness. You see a old, has been, who can no longer cut it within the very young ranks of NGW. The News flash is simple. I alone have put NGW on the map where it rests right this moment. Before Gray Malone, this federation was nothing more than a whisper on the tip of professional wrestling's nutsack.
He pauses to let his words start to sink in.
Malone: Gavin Grimes wouldn't be half the superstar he is, if I hadn't of challenged him. Ashleigh Grimes would still be trying to face halfwit competitors that end up quitting before the match, if I hadn't stepped in there in bitched slapped her throughout the arena, before letting her think in her little feeble mind that she won due to her skills alone. Hell, I even allowed Shelley Silver to take the Five Lakes Championship, just to give Gavin's old lady an easy path to win it. It's all fabricated. I showed each and everyone of those cunts what corruption truly is, and now that it has been well recieved, I will proceed to destroy every aspect of it that has soaked into the souls of them all. It continues at Vendetta with John Blade. A man that doesn't even deserve this stupid ass promo that I am doing......as a matter of fact, fuck this.
He walks up and knocks the camera down. His voice is heard as he walks by.
Malone: Fuck the NGW.
The scene fades to black.