The New Guy. Again.
Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 5:00 pm
First RP back, it's not much yet, but I hope to get back into the swing of things as time goes on. Best of luck to my opponent!
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The cameras revealed a dimly light staircase, upon which sat Dolph Ziggler. The light barely showing his now fading blonde locks which drape over his head. He sat with his hands over his lowered head, and his face was not visible. He removed his headphones, which loudly played Motorhead's Ace of Spades, and spoke in a low tone.
"Hi, I'm Dolph Ziggler... I'm..." Ziggler sighs "Hi, I'm the new guy here... Again. Great."
Ziggler stood up and began pacing as his breathing sped up.
"I've worked my ass off for TWELVE YEARS! For twelve years I have seen it all, and I have lived it all, and yet... I'm still the new guy, still handled like a B+ player! Still I don't get on the main event because they just have to have room for whoever Kyle O'Reilly is. But that's alright, it's not like I'm a former World Champion... Oh wait, I am. Also, what is with this lighting? Get some light in here, come on!"
The lights all turned on to reveal he was sitting on the staircase in the stands of the Target Center, in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Dolph then faced the camera, with his usual cocky smirk.
"What? Did you think I'd talk to myself? Guys, please, I'm not a lunatic. But all that stuff I've said was true, I find myself wrestling in an ordinary throwaway match for nothing, even though both Dean Ambrose and I are great competitors." Dolph winks and gives a slight nod. "Though I'll probably win."
Ziggler cleared his throat and begins to speak once more.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about whether you should boo me or cheer me, because those are the two main things you guys do when you see us, aside from the ocasional cup throw or lady parts flashing. Am I right?" Ziggler pointed towards the camera, smiling, but quickly went back to normal. "The truth is, you can do either of those, because after you've seen me once, like you have, I guarantee you will not be indifferent to me."
Dolph waved at a girl who happened to pass by, and went back to facing the camera.
"This is my time, now. I am sick of sitting back and watching everybody pass me by. This is my time to shine, this is Dolph Ziggler's time to rise back up to the top, and win back the EBWF World Championship. On Warfare, I'm going to take on Dean Ambrose, a former World Champion, and I'm not going to lie, it won't be an easy fight, but it won't be a lost one either. I have seen so many people pass me by, well now I'm cutting in front of everybody else. Screw waiting, I am a former world champion, and on my way back up to it! So Dean Ambrose will just be the first to help me show off..."
Ziggler stops himself to think about his words.
"You know what? No, this time I won't show off, you know why? Because it's not showing off... if you can back it up."
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The cameras revealed a dimly light staircase, upon which sat Dolph Ziggler. The light barely showing his now fading blonde locks which drape over his head. He sat with his hands over his lowered head, and his face was not visible. He removed his headphones, which loudly played Motorhead's Ace of Spades, and spoke in a low tone.
"Hi, I'm Dolph Ziggler... I'm..." Ziggler sighs "Hi, I'm the new guy here... Again. Great."
Ziggler stood up and began pacing as his breathing sped up.
"I've worked my ass off for TWELVE YEARS! For twelve years I have seen it all, and I have lived it all, and yet... I'm still the new guy, still handled like a B+ player! Still I don't get on the main event because they just have to have room for whoever Kyle O'Reilly is. But that's alright, it's not like I'm a former World Champion... Oh wait, I am. Also, what is with this lighting? Get some light in here, come on!"
The lights all turned on to reveal he was sitting on the staircase in the stands of the Target Center, in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Dolph then faced the camera, with his usual cocky smirk.
"What? Did you think I'd talk to myself? Guys, please, I'm not a lunatic. But all that stuff I've said was true, I find myself wrestling in an ordinary throwaway match for nothing, even though both Dean Ambrose and I are great competitors." Dolph winks and gives a slight nod. "Though I'll probably win."
Ziggler cleared his throat and begins to speak once more.
"Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking about whether you should boo me or cheer me, because those are the two main things you guys do when you see us, aside from the ocasional cup throw or lady parts flashing. Am I right?" Ziggler pointed towards the camera, smiling, but quickly went back to normal. "The truth is, you can do either of those, because after you've seen me once, like you have, I guarantee you will not be indifferent to me."
Dolph waved at a girl who happened to pass by, and went back to facing the camera.
"This is my time, now. I am sick of sitting back and watching everybody pass me by. This is my time to shine, this is Dolph Ziggler's time to rise back up to the top, and win back the EBWF World Championship. On Warfare, I'm going to take on Dean Ambrose, a former World Champion, and I'm not going to lie, it won't be an easy fight, but it won't be a lost one either. I have seen so many people pass me by, well now I'm cutting in front of everybody else. Screw waiting, I am a former world champion, and on my way back up to it! So Dean Ambrose will just be the first to help me show off..."
Ziggler stops himself to think about his words.
"You know what? No, this time I won't show off, you know why? Because it's not showing off... if you can back it up."