Post by nickyd on Aug 21, 2019 9:07:09 GMT -5
We're once again backstage after Sin, where a smug, gloating Duncan Aries saunters into frame, merely snapping his fingers to Jerika Mason, who rolls her eyes and hands the mic off to the Television Champion, who obnoxiously taps it, blowing into the mic.
“Testing, testing, is this thing on? Is there anybody out there? I sure as hell hope that Trinity management, for all their incompetence, all their blatant inability to understand what true talent is, was watching that match, because Thomas Snow, Cruze, those are not the face of this company, those are not the men who belong on posters, banners, and advertisements promoting this company, I am.”
“Let’s make things perfectly clear here, it wouldn’t have mattered what happened outside the ring, I was destined to win this contest and prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am THE greatest champion in this company, and THE reason people are tuning in to watch this product. Not some wannabe from Seattle trying to play a New Yorker, and sure as fuck not the man child, the paper fucking champion, that I made tap out like the little bitch he is.”
“Trinity management, may I suggest not getting your panties in a bunch and getting behind the right horse in this race. Show me some respect, some gratitude, for making this company must see television. You can murmur behind closed doors, you can walk around, not even looking a man of my greatness in the eye, and you can hope beyond hope that it will be “anybody but Aries”, but each and every time, you silly little bitches, it will be. It will be all Aries from here on out, because the sign may read Trinity Wrestling, but this is Aries’ World, and you’re all just lucky enough to exist in it!”
Aries throws the mic down, yelling out “WHERE’S MY WORLD TITLE SHOT?!” as he saunters away.
“Testing, testing, is this thing on? Is there anybody out there? I sure as hell hope that Trinity management, for all their incompetence, all their blatant inability to understand what true talent is, was watching that match, because Thomas Snow, Cruze, those are not the face of this company, those are not the men who belong on posters, banners, and advertisements promoting this company, I am.”
“Let’s make things perfectly clear here, it wouldn’t have mattered what happened outside the ring, I was destined to win this contest and prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am THE greatest champion in this company, and THE reason people are tuning in to watch this product. Not some wannabe from Seattle trying to play a New Yorker, and sure as fuck not the man child, the paper fucking champion, that I made tap out like the little bitch he is.”
“Trinity management, may I suggest not getting your panties in a bunch and getting behind the right horse in this race. Show me some respect, some gratitude, for making this company must see television. You can murmur behind closed doors, you can walk around, not even looking a man of my greatness in the eye, and you can hope beyond hope that it will be “anybody but Aries”, but each and every time, you silly little bitches, it will be. It will be all Aries from here on out, because the sign may read Trinity Wrestling, but this is Aries’ World, and you’re all just lucky enough to exist in it!”
Aries throws the mic down, yelling out “WHERE’S MY WORLD TITLE SHOT?!” as he saunters away.