Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 21:37:46 GMT -5
Ding.
The huge golden 'HG' in one wall makes it clear that it is more than just a simple wall. It's an elevator. The doors sliding open to reveal a plush and velvet interior of green and gold. The elevator locks into place and stays open long enough for a couple of busty females to make their way out of the elevator, dropping rose petals on the floor as they go. Each of them are very careful not to step on any themselves.
There's a long and dramatic pause that leads the way before Hunter Grand, in all of his splendor and glory, steps out of the elevator and directly onto the rose petals. He's wearing a custom designed plush robe that's embroidered with his initials and he looks as though he's just spent quite a bit of time in his pool.
Hunter Grand takes this opportunity to bless the camera with his attention. He grins as he stands on the rose petals and basks in the adoration of all those that are watching this from their various technological devices.
Through the reflection of the mirrored sunglasses that he's wearing right now in the dead of night because only Hunter Grand can pull off wearing sunglasses, inside, at night, we'll be able to see the fireworks that have been set off in order to punctuate the arrival of The Grand One. He actually waits until the explosions stop and the sparks fade from the sky outside before he continues.
Hunter Grand extends an arm and opens his hand for just a brief moment. A brief moment that is obliterated when another one of the members of his harem sashays past and puts a glass of the delicious champagne in into his hand. He pauses, holding up a finger to the camera while he takes a long and savoring sip.
Hunter Grand then pours the rest of the champagne out on the floor and hands the empty glass to a different member of his harem. The moment he starts walking on those rose petals again, that same harem member drops down to the floor to begin cleaning up that discarded champagne.
Hunter Grand moves stops his steps as he realizes that there are no more rose petals. He clears his throat and a pair of women rush back over to shower the floor with more of rose petals. Hunter Grand shoos them off with a dismissive wave of his hand and once again focuses on the task at hand.
Hunter Grand takes a moment to reach into the pocket of his robe and he comes out with a wad of cash. He pulls the bending money clip, also stylized with an HG, off and peels one of the hundred dollar bills off the stack. He takes a moment to look at it and he wipes his forehead. With a careless toss the money is thrown over his shoulder and he pockets the rest of the money again.
Hunter Grand grins and stands his ground for the moment.
Hunter Grand motions to the various women that are bouncing around his place of temporary residence at this moment.
Hunter Grand takes a moment to smile at the camera before he leans in with a bit of a twinkle in his eye.
That said, The Grand One turns to head back across the rose peta-- no wait, he's waiting. Those rose bearers step up and back to their job by freshening the rose petals and then Hunter Grand begins walking again.
As he makes his exit from frame, the camera pans down to the money that's on the floor and focuses on the slightly wet hundred dollar bill. Right in the center of the bill is the smiling face of The Hunter Grand.
The huge golden 'HG' in one wall makes it clear that it is more than just a simple wall. It's an elevator. The doors sliding open to reveal a plush and velvet interior of green and gold. The elevator locks into place and stays open long enough for a couple of busty females to make their way out of the elevator, dropping rose petals on the floor as they go. Each of them are very careful not to step on any themselves.
There's a long and dramatic pause that leads the way before Hunter Grand, in all of his splendor and glory, steps out of the elevator and directly onto the rose petals. He's wearing a custom designed plush robe that's embroidered with his initials and he looks as though he's just spent quite a bit of time in his pool.
"Ahem."
Hunter Grand takes this opportunity to bless the camera with his attention. He grins as he stands on the rose petals and basks in the adoration of all those that are watching this from their various technological devices.
"Hunter Grand Has Arrived."
Through the reflection of the mirrored sunglasses that he's wearing right now in the dead of night because only Hunter Grand can pull off wearing sunglasses, inside, at night, we'll be able to see the fireworks that have been set off in order to punctuate the arrival of The Grand One. He actually waits until the explosions stop and the sparks fade from the sky outside before he continues.
"First and Foremost, let me just say, what an honor it is for you people here at Union Battleground to be in the presence of Grandness. You see, I am Hunter Grand. And while it is very true that makes me better than all of you, I don't want to seem as though I'm unapproachable. That I'm out of your league. That I'm above and beyond every single person that has dared to breath the same air as The Grand One. I mean, all of that is pretty obvious so I don't want to have to say it. There really is no reason for me to rub it in your faces like that. That would be rude. That would be uncalled for."
"And everyone knows that Hunter Grand is much too busy to take the time out of his unbelievable schedule to remind you peasants of your own failures and shortcomings. You have mirrors for that."
"And everyone knows that Hunter Grand is much too busy to take the time out of his unbelievable schedule to remind you peasants of your own failures and shortcomings. You have mirrors for that."
Hunter Grand extends an arm and opens his hand for just a brief moment. A brief moment that is obliterated when another one of the members of his harem sashays past and puts a glass of the delicious champagne in into his hand. He pauses, holding up a finger to the camera while he takes a long and savoring sip.
"Ahhhhhh."
Hunter Grand then pours the rest of the champagne out on the floor and hands the empty glass to a different member of his harem. The moment he starts walking on those rose petals again, that same harem member drops down to the floor to begin cleaning up that discarded champagne.
"Now then, while it would be Grand of me to stand here and speak to you all about His Royal Grandness at grand length, I would like to allow you to the opportunity to learn as much as you need to about The Grand One when you see me in grand action at Lights Out. Instead, I'll be taking this time out to speak to you all about the man behind the brand: Hunter Grand."
"Contrary to popular belief, Hunter Grand came from humble beginnings. No, not quite in the same pitiful circumstances as the majority of you are in. He had a mother and a father, both of which worked very hard at ordering people around in service of God's Grandest Gift: Me. What some people fail to realize is that being spoiled as they would call it is not the happiness that televised fiction would have you believe. No. Being trapped in a world of fast cars, loose women with even looser morals and having more money than God is not for everyone. Not everyone could stand here in the lap of luxury and still remain the same man that they were when they first acquired such tremendous and obscene wealth. Not everyone could handle the economic ramifications of having their own tax bracket. Not everyone could use their money to make even more enormous globs of money. It takes a special kind of person to be able to do what I do and that is why I have taken my talents into the world of Sports Entertainment."
"Contrary to popular belief, Hunter Grand came from humble beginnings. No, not quite in the same pitiful circumstances as the majority of you are in. He had a mother and a father, both of which worked very hard at ordering people around in service of God's Grandest Gift: Me. What some people fail to realize is that being spoiled as they would call it is not the happiness that televised fiction would have you believe. No. Being trapped in a world of fast cars, loose women with even looser morals and having more money than God is not for everyone. Not everyone could stand here in the lap of luxury and still remain the same man that they were when they first acquired such tremendous and obscene wealth. Not everyone could handle the economic ramifications of having their own tax bracket. Not everyone could use their money to make even more enormous globs of money. It takes a special kind of person to be able to do what I do and that is why I have taken my talents into the world of Sports Entertainment."
Hunter Grand moves stops his steps as he realizes that there are no more rose petals. He clears his throat and a pair of women rush back over to shower the floor with more of rose petals. Hunter Grand shoos them off with a dismissive wave of his hand and once again focuses on the task at hand.
"I am Hunter Grand. I've said that before but I want you to realize what that means. We've already established that it means that I'm leaps and bounds better than each and every one of you. But more specifically it means that I'm the individual that's here to redefine Sports Entertainment. It means that I am the individual that will take Union Battleground to heights that it had no hopes of reaching before I decided to grace their ring with my grand presence. That means that this tournament? It belongs to Hunter Grand. That belt that so many people seem to want to get their hands on? It already belongs to Hunter Grand."
"Ah, pardon me for just a moment."
"Ah, pardon me for just a moment."
Hunter Grand takes a moment to reach into the pocket of his robe and he comes out with a wad of cash. He pulls the bending money clip, also stylized with an HG, off and peels one of the hundred dollar bills off the stack. He takes a moment to look at it and he wipes his forehead. With a careless toss the money is thrown over his shoulder and he pockets the rest of the money again.
"Emma Layme. I want to make you an offer."
Hunter Grand grins and stands his ground for the moment.
"I would be remiss if I didn't give you the chance to walk away from the embarassing failure that will be your debut here at Union Battleground. You have the misfortune of being tasked with attempting to mount some sort of offense against His Royal Grandness. And that's not fair to you. That's not fair to the people that have paid their miniscule wages to purchases tickets to this event in hopes that they will be able to get a mere glimpse of The Grand One. If I did not give you the chance to stand aside as I make my journey towards the Finals of this pitiful excuse of a competition... I do not believe I would be able to sleep. Well, that's a lie. I would sleep fine. My bed's comfortablity is beyond your comprehension. Ask any of these lovely ladies..."
Hunter Grand motions to the various women that are bouncing around his place of temporary residence at this moment.
"Emily Landon. I want you to understand that the offer I will be making to you at Lights Out will not be out of any sort of malice or discontent. I truly have nothing but the highest hopes that you will make the right decision. You want so badly to succeed that I believe it would be in poor taste to allow you to fail. Especially if you're in the ring with The Grand One."
Hunter Grand takes a moment to smile at the camera before he leans in with a bit of a twinkle in his eye.
"You're Welcome."
That said, The Grand One turns to head back across the rose peta-- no wait, he's waiting. Those rose bearers step up and back to their job by freshening the rose petals and then Hunter Grand begins walking again.
As he makes his exit from frame, the camera pans down to the money that's on the floor and focuses on the slightly wet hundred dollar bill. Right in the center of the bill is the smiling face of The Hunter Grand.