Post by Lady Munin on Jul 5, 2015 19:05:46 GMT -6
(Just do be clear I do not like this promo. Not even a little bit. It is in my opinion one of my worst works ever, but if I don't post it now I never will. So here it goes.)
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The camera opens on Munin sitting in a plain wooden chair. An old leather book is opened in her hand, as she continues to read.
She is dressed simply this evening in a loose black dress that would look like a sack on anyone else. One shoulder is bared to taken on the same golden light that the room is bathed in. The thick black mane of her hair hangs carelessly down her back looking slightly mused.
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."
"Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Even a voice as soft as her's sounds as loud as thunder in the silent seemingly barren room.
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night."
"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
She allowed the final words of the poem to settle into the silence of the room before speaking once more.
"It's a shame that, that poem means nothing to so many."
She shrugged her shoulders with a resigned air and a heavy sigh.
"I have been silent lately, and there is no real excuse for it. Suffice to say that I have reached a point where words seem to be meaningless. Oh, I could spend the few minutes of your time addressing my unworthy future opponents, but really what would be the point of it?"
It was impossible to hold back the smirk that helped paint her face into a mask of derision. Her next words were sure to be dripping with sarcasm.
"Unless there are fans out there who enjoy having someone waste their time. So instead of addressing the clown squad I'm going to address you GZW, The idiots in face paint will be an after thought."
She focused her dark gaze one the camera lens as if she can see everyone watching her through it.
"Kolic and his merry band of assholes would like you to think that this company is facing its own dying light, and maybe it is..."
Her lightly coal rimmed eyes cut away from the camera to glance at the worn book in her hands.
"Its a song that is unfortunately gaining volume in this company. Others have already addressed you in their own way, and you may wonder how my address will be any different than theirs."
"I would have to say the main difference is I'm not blaming you. I have spent quite some deliberating over the recent traverse that has overrun this company, and I think I understand."
She paused for moment, running a hand over the worn edges of the book in a subconscious gesture.
"How many of you can say that you are bringing the same fire to the ring and promo room that you once did? Sure we have all spent our time lamenting about a lack of talent in the current roster, and many would like to point at the new talent and rage about how they just don't train them like they used to."
Shifting in her seat she crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair. She looked back to camera with a heavy gaze.
"Is that really the truth though? Is it a lack of training to blame? Are they truly lacking when they come to us, or are we failing them?"
At this point the was obviously daring anyone to tell she was wrong. To say that they hadn't been guilty of this crime.
"We once nurtured upcoming talent in this company. We planted it in a garden of violence, we fed it blood sweat and tears, we trimmed it with mind games and verbal assaults. We pushed them and ourselves to the edge, and then past it."
While voice does not raise with her words the force behind them certainly does. They hit the air like a physical blow that nearly vibrates with force.
"We took each time we stepped into a promo room or ring as an opportunity to not only shape our future, but also the future of this company. When did we lose sight of that? When did we start relying on a few to do the job of many. Say what you like about the Corbins and Piper Sanchez, but how many have you done as much as they have to push any talent in this company. We have been selfish, too selfish for reason, and that is something coming from me. I am all for honest self serving, but at a certain point it becomes destructive. We have reached that point ladies and gentlemen."
She eyes blazed brightly laid bare for the world to see, until she turned her head from the camera once more.
"How did we let ourselves be distracted by what is possibly the worst piss poor excuse for an invasion in GZW history? Was it the old dirty seven; pride, sloth, greed, lust, gluttony, envy, and wrath."
"Once they were tools of the trade and now they are being used against us. Leading us down a path of idleness, dullness, boredom, and mediocrity."
"Our words fork no lightning, our frail deeds fade with the light of day, and we are marching gently into the night of anonymity with them."
The previous fury and passionate exhibited in her early words has died down to a constant simmer. No longer the passion that quickly blazes before being extinguished, her voice is steady with calm conviction.
"I will not march docily to their sordid little tune. I will not go gently into this good night. I will rage, I will rage against it with all my might, and I will drag as many people into my blood lust as I can."
"It will be a baptism in violent redemption, and so I am warning everyone in the lower roster. You will not be exempt from machinations of the higher echelons any longer. I will come after each and everyone of you, everyone will be joining in the fun, and you will rage if I have to drag it out of you with bare bloody hands so prepare yourselves."
Her eyes focused back on the camera as if she could see through the lens to those on the otherside.
"As of right now I am head hunting for titles. So whoever wins the T.V Title next show, you should enjoy it while you have it. It will be the first Title I choose to take. You may think of it as me shoving miracle grow down your throats."
A ruthless smile slowly returns to her lovely face, and her next words are masterpiece of mockery.
"By the way Kolic, before you go spouting off at the mouth about my not addressing your clown squad or yourself recently, allow me to make something very clear. My silence for defeat or cowardice. I am not afraid of you or your rag tag sideshow of pissants. I merely see you and them as unworthy of my time. I have said everything that I needed to say before and do not feel the need to repeat myself."
"Victory by cheating and numbers does not a great wrestler make. Going into this fight things will be different, Tamer will not be there to preach about past sins and mercy. If I see your face in that damned ring or near it I will make it my goal in life to remove it. I don't care about winning this fight boys, I just want to do as much damage as possible in the time given to me."
Her grin was still firmly in place as she stood to leave. It was an obvious signal to the cameraman that she was done, but before the camera cuts to black she leaves her opponents with her final words.
"Rest up gentlemen our our game is just beginning and I always win in the end."
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The camera opens on Munin sitting in a plain wooden chair. An old leather book is opened in her hand, as she continues to read.
She is dressed simply this evening in a loose black dress that would look like a sack on anyone else. One shoulder is bared to taken on the same golden light that the room is bathed in. The thick black mane of her hair hangs carelessly down her back looking slightly mused.
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."
"Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Even a voice as soft as her's sounds as loud as thunder in the silent seemingly barren room.
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night."
"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
She allowed the final words of the poem to settle into the silence of the room before speaking once more.
"It's a shame that, that poem means nothing to so many."
She shrugged her shoulders with a resigned air and a heavy sigh.
"I have been silent lately, and there is no real excuse for it. Suffice to say that I have reached a point where words seem to be meaningless. Oh, I could spend the few minutes of your time addressing my unworthy future opponents, but really what would be the point of it?"
It was impossible to hold back the smirk that helped paint her face into a mask of derision. Her next words were sure to be dripping with sarcasm.
"Unless there are fans out there who enjoy having someone waste their time. So instead of addressing the clown squad I'm going to address you GZW, The idiots in face paint will be an after thought."
She focused her dark gaze one the camera lens as if she can see everyone watching her through it.
"Kolic and his merry band of assholes would like you to think that this company is facing its own dying light, and maybe it is..."
Her lightly coal rimmed eyes cut away from the camera to glance at the worn book in her hands.
"Its a song that is unfortunately gaining volume in this company. Others have already addressed you in their own way, and you may wonder how my address will be any different than theirs."
"I would have to say the main difference is I'm not blaming you. I have spent quite some deliberating over the recent traverse that has overrun this company, and I think I understand."
She paused for moment, running a hand over the worn edges of the book in a subconscious gesture.
"How many of you can say that you are bringing the same fire to the ring and promo room that you once did? Sure we have all spent our time lamenting about a lack of talent in the current roster, and many would like to point at the new talent and rage about how they just don't train them like they used to."
Shifting in her seat she crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair. She looked back to camera with a heavy gaze.
"Is that really the truth though? Is it a lack of training to blame? Are they truly lacking when they come to us, or are we failing them?"
At this point the was obviously daring anyone to tell she was wrong. To say that they hadn't been guilty of this crime.
"We once nurtured upcoming talent in this company. We planted it in a garden of violence, we fed it blood sweat and tears, we trimmed it with mind games and verbal assaults. We pushed them and ourselves to the edge, and then past it."
While voice does not raise with her words the force behind them certainly does. They hit the air like a physical blow that nearly vibrates with force.
"We took each time we stepped into a promo room or ring as an opportunity to not only shape our future, but also the future of this company. When did we lose sight of that? When did we start relying on a few to do the job of many. Say what you like about the Corbins and Piper Sanchez, but how many have you done as much as they have to push any talent in this company. We have been selfish, too selfish for reason, and that is something coming from me. I am all for honest self serving, but at a certain point it becomes destructive. We have reached that point ladies and gentlemen."
She eyes blazed brightly laid bare for the world to see, until she turned her head from the camera once more.
"How did we let ourselves be distracted by what is possibly the worst piss poor excuse for an invasion in GZW history? Was it the old dirty seven; pride, sloth, greed, lust, gluttony, envy, and wrath."
"Once they were tools of the trade and now they are being used against us. Leading us down a path of idleness, dullness, boredom, and mediocrity."
"Our words fork no lightning, our frail deeds fade with the light of day, and we are marching gently into the night of anonymity with them."
The previous fury and passionate exhibited in her early words has died down to a constant simmer. No longer the passion that quickly blazes before being extinguished, her voice is steady with calm conviction.
"I will not march docily to their sordid little tune. I will not go gently into this good night. I will rage, I will rage against it with all my might, and I will drag as many people into my blood lust as I can."
"It will be a baptism in violent redemption, and so I am warning everyone in the lower roster. You will not be exempt from machinations of the higher echelons any longer. I will come after each and everyone of you, everyone will be joining in the fun, and you will rage if I have to drag it out of you with bare bloody hands so prepare yourselves."
Her eyes focused back on the camera as if she could see through the lens to those on the otherside.
"As of right now I am head hunting for titles. So whoever wins the T.V Title next show, you should enjoy it while you have it. It will be the first Title I choose to take. You may think of it as me shoving miracle grow down your throats."
A ruthless smile slowly returns to her lovely face, and her next words are masterpiece of mockery.
"By the way Kolic, before you go spouting off at the mouth about my not addressing your clown squad or yourself recently, allow me to make something very clear. My silence for defeat or cowardice. I am not afraid of you or your rag tag sideshow of pissants. I merely see you and them as unworthy of my time. I have said everything that I needed to say before and do not feel the need to repeat myself."
"Victory by cheating and numbers does not a great wrestler make. Going into this fight things will be different, Tamer will not be there to preach about past sins and mercy. If I see your face in that damned ring or near it I will make it my goal in life to remove it. I don't care about winning this fight boys, I just want to do as much damage as possible in the time given to me."
Her grin was still firmly in place as she stood to leave. It was an obvious signal to the cameraman that she was done, but before the camera cuts to black she leaves her opponents with her final words.
"Rest up gentlemen our our game is just beginning and I always win in the end."
