SHATTERED DREAMS

The lights in the whole arena go dim. Soon the music blares over the speakers that makes many people sick, but a very few enjoy it. On the titantron the gold painted face of the bizarre one comes on the titantron. He cocks his head to the side and stares into the camera as he strokes his long golden blonde hair. The music continues playing, but fades into a lower tone so that his voice can be heard.

Goldust: I have said it before, and I will say it again. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. Al Pacino, The Godfather part three. Nineteen Ninety Nine. I have taken a break from here, but now I have returned. The question is were they ready for me. An even bigger question is are they ever ready for me? No they are not. I could guarantee that, because they never were ready for the bizarre one. When I first came here, I became a champion. Soon I was cheated out of my rightfull championship. It was not long, oh no it was not that I gained it back in a true fair way. Then came Wrestlemania the greatest spectacle of them all, my time to shine, and my dreams were shattered! But no, this will not happen again. They say I must fight for the #1 contendorship, but even if by the smallest chance of a possibility I lose, I will have a surprise for everyone. On the contrary however I will not, can not, and shall not lose.

Chyna the ninth wonder of the world. Oh and Chyna, what a wonder you are. A wonder how you are even still around here. You are first on my list of opponents, because you are the supposed backbone of CCD. Do you like to play with bones Chyna? Is it because of the dog that you are? Woof, Woof, Chyna. Your time has come, you might as well stoop back down to the women's championship, because you have no business being in the ring with the golden one. You see the Gold suits me very wall, and un-fortunately for you, there is no help for you not even a championship. You would only bring down the quality of everything that surrounds this federation. Your only hope of winning is your little girl friend Debra, or how about Crocky? Oh what a people's champion he is. Mmmm, how can you stand it. I wouldn't be surprised if you two are more than just business partners. Get ready, because the Great Wall of Chyna is a bumpy road so buckle up.

Now if I could be serious just for a moment. Isn't that right Lance? You would like to just get serious? Well my friend, sit back and relax. You have a long journey a head of you. I'm sure you have great dreams and aspirations of becoming a great champion. Possibly taking the UK Championship to Canada with you. How would that feel? Being an outsider champion within your own country. You see if anyone knows what it is like to be an outsider within their own home it is me, but those big blue puppy dog eyes must be your saving grace. It must be nice to be known, and to be liked. To get to the top of the business though you can't always be serious and liked. You must fight to get there, and go to the extremes to get what it is you want. Are you ready to do just that Lance? This is the calm before the storm, soon the explosion will hit, be prepared for the man that will defeat you.

Speaking of extreme and explosions. Matt Hardy, one of the kings of extreme. Is that right Matt? Are you going to show me what extreme is? Well this is show business, so let me show you how this is all supposed to be done. You are a pitiful excuse for a star. A rising star that will soon fall, and fall quickly. Like Chyna must stick to the women's title you should stick to the light heavy weight title. Something more fitting for you, however I look forward to our match. Since you are the man of extreme I will be counting on you taking me to the limit, because I like to go there. I enjoy living life on the edge of my seat. You see when you reach the point that I am at there is no holding back and all risks must be taken. This is the stuff that dreams are made out of. Dreams of being above all and holding the gold around your waist. You Matt, you are young still and rising, but your still childish dreams of being the top will be SHATTERED!

None of you will ever be able to forget the name of breathes in ssssssssssss......mmmmm......Chomps Teeth Goldust!

The music grows louder as the face of the bizarre one fades from a bright golden light turns into a dark shadowy figure and the screen goes completely black. The lights return to the arena and after a moment the music fades away and all returns to normal.

OOC: No OOC Message.

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