Post by Hush, it's K-Krush on Aug 31, 2010 1:54:04 GMT -5
Sir William Regal is standing in the middle of the ring with an absolute look of scorn on his face. For winning the AWWE Hardcore Championship he surely didn't look happy, not in the slightest. His championship finding a home on his left shoulder and a microphone having a handshake with his right hand, Regal looks at the camera, his vengeful face telling the story of a man who never wanted to win a "hardcore" championship. The crowd feeding him hatred within every waking moment, he raises the microphone to his lips, his English accent echoing throughout the arena.
"Excuse me, but when someone of a respectful manner is standing center stage, then it's only polite that the people listen."
The crowd continues to give him hatred, and holding a finger to his brow Regal shakes his head disapprovingly.
"Fine, if I have to speak over your nimrods then that's exactly what I'm going to do."
He clears his throat, and slides his Hardcore championship down his hands, holding it up to the camera as he glares at it.
"You see this championship? Isn't this pitiful excuse for a championship? I mean just look it. This bloody thing has scotch tape, it has cracks, and above all it has a putrid stench that I only imagine that bloke Jack Swagger has given it. This championship isn't fit for a gentleman, let alone a king! And "hardcore" what kind of American slang is that? It's like you dumped a garbage can, found all the "good" items and decides to turn it into a championship. If that's what you call "hardcore" than it is really no surprise that someone like me easily won this title. I am a professional wrestler, I am the King of this sport, and therefore, I deserve a title that fits my genuine personality."
The crowd wasn't liking what Regal was claiming and as he continued Regal only continued to draw more heat from the audience.
"That is why I am re-christianing this title. Henceforth this championship will no longer be referred to as AWWE's "Hardcore" Championship, no! From this day onwards this championship will be titled the 'AWWE European Freestyle Invitational Championship.'"
Regal holds his head up high as he basks in all his glory as the audience begins to shout slanderous things at their European Freestyle Champion. Smirking, he brings the microphone back to his lips and gives the camera sly expression.
"And as your inaugural AWWE European Freestyle Invitational Champion, I'm inviting that whale Mark Henry to a match. Yes, I know he claimed that my victory was a fluke (what an idiot,) but my good man, I'm afraid you're wrong. You see, in European Freestyle wrestling there aren't any rope-breaks. There aren't any rules. Anything can and will be used, from a poor woman's crutches, to slob's cup of alcohol. It's falls count anywhere! The match he had was contended in European Freestyle, so the fact that you arm was underneath the rope did not matter. I went into this match well aware of the matters at hand, it's not my fault you were a blubberious idiot and didn't read them, and through my majesty, I won. You're lucky I'm even extending this hand offering you a so-called "rematch" at my championship. I am Sir William Regal, I shouldn't have to deal with scum such as yourself."
Leaving the ring, Regal holds his head up high as he holds his "European Freestyle" championship at an arm's length, perhaps to get it cleaned and refurbished.
