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Re: UWF Smackdown Television Championship Sandow vs Ambrose
[video=youtube;t0fXXBeeKBY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0fXXBeeKBY[/video]
Damien Sandows theme hits the arena causing the arena to immediately boo towards the stage knowing what’s to come, Sandow comes through the curtain with a microphone in hand as he looks around the arena
Sandow begins to make his way down the ramp as he lifts his microphone up to his lips.
Damien Sandow:
Tonight I shall not be asking for your indulgence, for tonight you shall sit down, be silent, and pay attention to what I have to say.
The crowd boos louder as Sandow looks angry
On Friday nights serial I shall be once again defending my television championship, a championship which by design is meant to jump around from person to person. For whenever I am in a singles match the title will be on the line, however that does not mean I should compete on every episode of this serial. As after defending both my championships, followed by a bout against the worlds heavyweight champion, I am being forced to defend my television championship once again. Against...this individual, You'll excuse me if I forget the name I choose not to clutter my mind with the names of insignificant ruffians whose mental state is questionable. No I choose to fill my mind with knowledge, and in the process choose to try and extend that pleasure out towards the unwashed masses. However you are a particular case, one in which I believe there is no salvation. For while these poor pedestrians are sinking down into the sea of inequity and ineptitude, you are a man who seems to bath in said sea on a daily basis. Especially considering your like of the disgusting and deplorable "Hardcore" style, However...
*Sandow walks up the steel steps and across the ring apron choosing to stay outside the ropes*
I believe no matter how far down the ignorant sink I can still try and save them from themselves, in which case I shall try and throw you a lifesaver. You question my manhood, pointing towards my robe. A robe which is made of the finest Egyptian cotton, while you choose to come out of your home with your hair a mess and your clothes looking as if you've taken them from a homeless man in the street. But no matter, as I shall be handing you an opportunity, an opportunity to not appear on Smackdowns evening serial. An Opportunity to save yourself from further embarrassment after the gentleman that you chose to take lightly defeats you just as he has defeated countless others. For while you are not a "man" who cares about your look as apparent by your current state this evening, you are a man who cares about the image of hardcore to remain in your very description.
*Sandow turns his head pausing from the crowds chants, turning towards them*
Please remain silent when I speaking thank you
*the crowd doesn't comply, booing loudly as Sandow gets a look of disgust*
You are all acting like children, now please stop embarrassing yourselves and remain silent.
*The crowd only gets louder and Sandow chooses to pause a moment before turning back to Ambrose*
I hold dual championships, a feat which has not been done or replicated since here in UWF. I have defended both the titles under my robe against people much bigger, and much more...Mentally stable....than yourself. In fact I am the longest reigning television champion in UWF History, and with that in mind...the man whose world title victory came thanks to the stipulations being in his favor, will learn that when it comes to this ring there is none who can surpass my ability to outsmart an opponent. I do not have to bash you over the head with a club like some Neanderthal to win, which is something you have had trouble proving you can do since you came to this company. Therefore I suggest you take my offer to take the night off, allowing me to rest after the unfair schedule set upon me by our miscreant of a general manager, and allowing you to not lose face in front of these ignoramuses. I do this not for myself, as always I do this with the unwashed masses, present company included, in mind. You're welcome.
Sandow smiles as if he is only waiting for Ambrose to agree before leaving, looking around the arena a the booing crowd
Damien Sandows theme hits the arena causing the arena to immediately boo towards the stage knowing what’s to come, Sandow comes through the curtain with a microphone in hand as he looks around the arena
Sandow begins to make his way down the ramp as he lifts his microphone up to his lips.
Damien Sandow:
Tonight I shall not be asking for your indulgence, for tonight you shall sit down, be silent, and pay attention to what I have to say.
The crowd boos louder as Sandow looks angry
On Friday nights serial I shall be once again defending my television championship, a championship which by design is meant to jump around from person to person. For whenever I am in a singles match the title will be on the line, however that does not mean I should compete on every episode of this serial. As after defending both my championships, followed by a bout against the worlds heavyweight champion, I am being forced to defend my television championship once again. Against...this individual, You'll excuse me if I forget the name I choose not to clutter my mind with the names of insignificant ruffians whose mental state is questionable. No I choose to fill my mind with knowledge, and in the process choose to try and extend that pleasure out towards the unwashed masses. However you are a particular case, one in which I believe there is no salvation. For while these poor pedestrians are sinking down into the sea of inequity and ineptitude, you are a man who seems to bath in said sea on a daily basis. Especially considering your like of the disgusting and deplorable "Hardcore" style, However...
*Sandow walks up the steel steps and across the ring apron choosing to stay outside the ropes*
I believe no matter how far down the ignorant sink I can still try and save them from themselves, in which case I shall try and throw you a lifesaver. You question my manhood, pointing towards my robe. A robe which is made of the finest Egyptian cotton, while you choose to come out of your home with your hair a mess and your clothes looking as if you've taken them from a homeless man in the street. But no matter, as I shall be handing you an opportunity, an opportunity to not appear on Smackdowns evening serial. An Opportunity to save yourself from further embarrassment after the gentleman that you chose to take lightly defeats you just as he has defeated countless others. For while you are not a "man" who cares about your look as apparent by your current state this evening, you are a man who cares about the image of hardcore to remain in your very description.
*Sandow turns his head pausing from the crowds chants, turning towards them*
Please remain silent when I speaking thank you
*the crowd doesn't comply, booing loudly as Sandow gets a look of disgust*
You are all acting like children, now please stop embarrassing yourselves and remain silent.
*The crowd only gets louder and Sandow chooses to pause a moment before turning back to Ambrose*
I hold dual championships, a feat which has not been done or replicated since here in UWF. I have defended both the titles under my robe against people much bigger, and much more...Mentally stable....than yourself. In fact I am the longest reigning television champion in UWF History, and with that in mind...the man whose world title victory came thanks to the stipulations being in his favor, will learn that when it comes to this ring there is none who can surpass my ability to outsmart an opponent. I do not have to bash you over the head with a club like some Neanderthal to win, which is something you have had trouble proving you can do since you came to this company. Therefore I suggest you take my offer to take the night off, allowing me to rest after the unfair schedule set upon me by our miscreant of a general manager, and allowing you to not lose face in front of these ignoramuses. I do this not for myself, as always I do this with the unwashed masses, present company included, in mind. You're welcome.
Sandow smiles as if he is only waiting for Ambrose to agree before leaving, looking around the arena a the booing crowd