The camera, blurred, pans out to a dark room, a few spotlights dotted around. While still dim, there is a shadow over the screen, a man sitting on a bench. As the camera keeps panning out, the resolution picks up and we see the outline of muscular arms resting on quads, a superstar leaned over himself, looking down at the floor. A towel over his head, he breaths deep and with conviction, controlling his pulse and temperament with ease. Taking the towel from his head and throwing it to the side, he looks up to the camera. Nuke Fusion.
"Over a decade ago I made my debut in this business. For over a decade I have exhilarated fans, appeased management, and put on some of the greatest matches in wrestling history. As a Grand Slam Champion in WWFG, I have been adorned the great honour of being inducted to the Hall of Fame. Do you see the problem yet?
Let me lay it down for you again. After two years of retirement, I make my mark upon this company again. I exhilarated the fan, appeased management, and caused one of the greatest comebacks in WWFG history. I still am a Grand Slam Champion, and a Hall of Famer. Do you see the problem yet?"
His eyes staring in to the camera, Nuke seemed almost saddened, but with a hint of ferocity in the words he was saying. This was really hitting him.
"Let's do this again. After I return from retirement, I get called out by nearly everyone in the locker room, everyone trying to either get on my side or cal me out. From management such as Salem Croft, up-and-coming dudes like Hiro, and even some new guy I can only assume is Chrono in a mask. They clamor for attention, some of them basically get on their knees for me, and yet I stood there and couldn't pick a side. While some were there to berate me, others were there to try and drag my arm to their 'team'. While some were there to applaud my return, others were there to get in the spotlight, even without prior permission or any <******** EXCUSE TO COME OUT TO THE STAGE!
Do you see the problem yet?"
Nuke put his head back down, as the camera panned out a little. Next to him, something gold gleamed against one of the spotlights.
"I'm being forced to play cat and mouse here, everyone wants a piece of the big cheese. Since the moment I stepped back in to that ring, I've been thrown insults and compliments, and to be fair I didn't want either. I am set to go up against a man I've only crossed paths with a small number of times in my life, and that man is Hiro. But then, while this happens, Salem and Freak will also be battling for my 'allegiance' to their cause. Let's mention that this isn't something that I had agreed to or wanted.
Do you see the problem yet? Or .. shall I tell you?"
Clenching his relaxed hands in to fists, Nuke seemed pumped up, full of adrenaline and ready to pop.
"No one, since my return, has asked me what I want. If they did, they'd hear a lot more than me being on some team for a big tag match. Without a doubt I am a master tag team technician, with more tag reigns to my name that I dare to even count at this point. So when I come up against Hiro, there is no holding back, there is no friendship, there is only the man in front of me and my entirety ready to come crushing down upon his being. I will be the turning tide in this place, the catalyst to turn it from a mediocrity to the stunning platform that it once was. I will adorn it's mantle as it's leader, and will set my dominance on every single man who stands in my way."
Looking to his left, he picked up the gold beside him, and laid it on his lap. Now in the camera's view, it was a replica of the WWFG Legacy Championship. He looked down at it, taking in it's beauty, as the light reflecting from it made his whole face glow a bright golden yellow. Looking back at the camera, his eyes were set upon the viewer's, looking deep in to them.
"This is my ultimate aim. This is no fake, this is one of the replica Championships that I was given for becoming the first-ever Grand Slam Champion in WWFG history. I am a multi-time Champion, and without a doubt the greatest superstar ever to grace this company's squared circle. I will crush anyone in my way to this Championship, even if my path strays from it for the time being.
Do you see the problem yet? No, neither do I.
My plan is flawless. Defeat everyone. Anyone that stands in my way will be absolutely devastated by the rolling tide of adrenaline that is Nuke Fusion.
Guys, this broadcast was given to you by your interim Legacy Champion, the man who will quite honestly return - yet again - as your Lord and Saviour of wrestling. Clench those a** cheeks together before you piss yourself out of excitement, because from today the past becomes the future .. again."
The camera panned out to Nuke Fusion sitting on his own, looking down at the Championship on his lap, and laughing. Chuckling to himself, his eyes not blinking nor waivering.
Transmission cut.
"Over a decade ago I made my debut in this business. For over a decade I have exhilarated fans, appeased management, and put on some of the greatest matches in wrestling history. As a Grand Slam Champion in WWFG, I have been adorned the great honour of being inducted to the Hall of Fame. Do you see the problem yet?
Let me lay it down for you again. After two years of retirement, I make my mark upon this company again. I exhilarated the fan, appeased management, and caused one of the greatest comebacks in WWFG history. I still am a Grand Slam Champion, and a Hall of Famer. Do you see the problem yet?"
His eyes staring in to the camera, Nuke seemed almost saddened, but with a hint of ferocity in the words he was saying. This was really hitting him.
"Let's do this again. After I return from retirement, I get called out by nearly everyone in the locker room, everyone trying to either get on my side or cal me out. From management such as Salem Croft, up-and-coming dudes like Hiro, and even some new guy I can only assume is Chrono in a mask. They clamor for attention, some of them basically get on their knees for me, and yet I stood there and couldn't pick a side. While some were there to berate me, others were there to try and drag my arm to their 'team'. While some were there to applaud my return, others were there to get in the spotlight, even without prior permission or any <******** EXCUSE TO COME OUT TO THE STAGE!
Do you see the problem yet?"
Nuke put his head back down, as the camera panned out a little. Next to him, something gold gleamed against one of the spotlights.
"I'm being forced to play cat and mouse here, everyone wants a piece of the big cheese. Since the moment I stepped back in to that ring, I've been thrown insults and compliments, and to be fair I didn't want either. I am set to go up against a man I've only crossed paths with a small number of times in my life, and that man is Hiro. But then, while this happens, Salem and Freak will also be battling for my 'allegiance' to their cause. Let's mention that this isn't something that I had agreed to or wanted.
Do you see the problem yet? Or .. shall I tell you?"
Clenching his relaxed hands in to fists, Nuke seemed pumped up, full of adrenaline and ready to pop.
"No one, since my return, has asked me what I want. If they did, they'd hear a lot more than me being on some team for a big tag match. Without a doubt I am a master tag team technician, with more tag reigns to my name that I dare to even count at this point. So when I come up against Hiro, there is no holding back, there is no friendship, there is only the man in front of me and my entirety ready to come crushing down upon his being. I will be the turning tide in this place, the catalyst to turn it from a mediocrity to the stunning platform that it once was. I will adorn it's mantle as it's leader, and will set my dominance on every single man who stands in my way."
Looking to his left, he picked up the gold beside him, and laid it on his lap. Now in the camera's view, it was a replica of the WWFG Legacy Championship. He looked down at it, taking in it's beauty, as the light reflecting from it made his whole face glow a bright golden yellow. Looking back at the camera, his eyes were set upon the viewer's, looking deep in to them.
"This is my ultimate aim. This is no fake, this is one of the replica Championships that I was given for becoming the first-ever Grand Slam Champion in WWFG history. I am a multi-time Champion, and without a doubt the greatest superstar ever to grace this company's squared circle. I will crush anyone in my way to this Championship, even if my path strays from it for the time being.
Do you see the problem yet? No, neither do I.
My plan is flawless. Defeat everyone. Anyone that stands in my way will be absolutely devastated by the rolling tide of adrenaline that is Nuke Fusion.
Guys, this broadcast was given to you by your interim Legacy Champion, the man who will quite honestly return - yet again - as your Lord and Saviour of wrestling. Clench those a** cheeks together before you piss yourself out of excitement, because from today the past becomes the future .. again."
The camera panned out to Nuke Fusion sitting on his own, looking down at the Championship on his lap, and laughing. Chuckling to himself, his eyes not blinking nor waivering.
Transmission cut.
