Part 1 (Your new Champion of Television}
images.app.goo.gl/MaJ5FZupsvegWBSW7[Leichenberg and Big Ed Stoker just went to war to crown a new Television Champion with the German Juggernaut prevailing after a back and forth battle of arguably the two biggest competitors IIW has to offer, laying it all on the line in a memorable match that Leichenberg or the fans in attendance won't soon forget.]
After the match…
(Leichenberg winces and grimaces with pain shooting down his spine as he limps through the backstage curtain with his newly won Television Championship Title slung over his massive right shoulder. Annalise excitedly embraces Leichenberg tightly wrapping both arms around his waist nuzzling her cheek into the crest of Leichenberg's chest, who smiles whilst gently giving a pat on the head.)
Annalise: “Congratulations, champ! You did it!!”
Leichenberg: (Beaming with pride) “Thank you, Annalise. Becoming a champion has always been a dream of mine and tonight that dream became reality but I'll never be content with simply holding gold. NEIN!”
[Leichenberg slaps his giant ham hock of a hard against the television title, proudly glimpsing over at the gold before returning his sights back onto the camera.]
Leichenberg: “First things first.
Big Ed Stoker, you put up one hell of a fight but in the end, there can only be one champion!”
[Leichenberg pauses, taking a moment to let the magnitude of the moment sink in.]
Leichenberg: “The Colossal Wrestler pushed me to my limits tonight, and for that Big Ed, I thank you.”
(Leichenberg briefly bows his head in acknowledgement as he stares down the barrel of the camera stoically while maintaining a genuine sense of sincerity.)
Leichenberg: “I want to take this moment to give credit where credit is due. Big Ed Stoker, you are one tough competitor. It takes a special kind of wrestler to go toe-to-toe with the Ruthless Wonderkind and you proved tonight that you're one of the best big men in the wrestling business.”
“You've earned the respect of everyone in this arena tonight, including me. But now, the Leichenberg era as the television champion begins! And I promise you all, I will defend this title with everything I have, with honor, integrity, and the fighting spirit that defines me.”
[Leichenberg adjusts the title on his shoulder, flaunting it for all to see.]
Leichenberg: “So to all you fans out there and the so-called ‘smart marks’ that think they know how this business works, get used to seeing this title growing in prestige while in my possession, because I plan on holding onto it for a very long time. As for anyone who dares to step up and challenge me, well, let's just say they better be prepared to face the consequences.”
(Leichenberg glares menacingly into the camera, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off exploring the long winding corridors looking for the trainer's room. Annaliese puckers her ruby red painted lips blowing a goodbye air kiss at the camera as she follows Leichenberg’s lead, walking out of the camera's view.)
Part 2 (A celebration for the man of the hour)
(Annalise spared no expense in organizing an extravagant dinner party celebration for Leichenberg's victory as the new television champion. The event was held at the luxurious mansion inherited by Annaliese. with the grounds decorated elegantly with twinkling lights and floral arrangements.)
(As guests arrived, they were greeted by valets and ushered into the mansion's grand foyer, where a red carpet awaited them. Inside, the main hall was transformed into a scene of opulence, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room. Round tables were adorned with crisp linens, golden cutlery, and centerpieces of fresh flowers.)
(A pianist in a traditional black and white tuxedo tickles the ivories playing classical music in the background while guests mingled at this suit and tie or gown affair, sipping on champagne and enjoying hors d'oeuvres served by impeccably dressed waitstaff. Annalise, radiant in a stunning gown, welcomed each guest with a warm smile and a gracious demeanor, ensuring everyone felt welcomed and appreciated.)
Annalise: [Raising her glass] A toast to Leichenberg, the new television champion! May your reign be long and glorious! Here's to the man of the hour. À champion that made champagne wishes and caviar dreams come true.”
(As dinner was served, the aroma of gourmet cuisine filled the air, tantalizing the senses. The menu featured a decadent multi-course meal prepared by a renowned chef, with each dish expertly crafted to perfection. From seared scallops to prime rib and lobster tail, every bite was a culinary delight.)
(Between courses, speeches were made in honor of Leichenberg's achievement, with heartfelt words expressing admiration and respect for his talent and dedication. Leichenberg himself graciously thanked everyone for their support, raising a toast to his fellow wrestlers, friends, and fans vowing to be the champion we all deserve.)
(As the evening progressed, the atmosphere grew livelier, with laughter and conversation filling the room. Guests were entertained by live music performances and dazzling displays of fireworks lighting up the night sky.)
(As the clock struck midnight, Annalise called for a special presentation. A silver platter is brought in front of Leichenberg by a butler as Analise receives a drum roll from the band hired for the evening. With great fanfare, she removed the cover and unveiled a custom-made championship belt, adorned with Leichenberg's name and side plates that have the IIW logo emblazoned into it. The attendees erupted into applause as Leichenberg proudly accepted the gift, his eyes shining with gratitude.)
Part 3 [Back to the grindstone]
-Time: 5:17 A.M.
-Place: Unknown
-Location: Unknown
[The camera fades in to a dimly lit gym, where Leichenberg is seen training vigorously for his upcoming title defense against the number one contender, Jack M. Hoff. Sweat glistens on his brow as he hammers away at a punching bag with precise and powerful strikes. The sound of his fists hitting the bag echoes through the empty gym as the intensity grows in his preparation for his first ever main event and first ever title defense.]
Leichenberg: [Voice dripping with confidence] “Well, look who beat the Aerial Assassin TJ Alexander to become the number one contender.”
(Leichenberg methodically slow claps while holding a stoic gaze)
“Congratulations. The Human Butt Plug Jack M. Hoff somehow managed to steal the win by being tactical, strategic and resourceful. I hear that this walking, talking STD has had plenty of cardio exercise with his mattress actress training partners but unlike those escorts, you can't pay me to lay down for anyone. Especially a two-bit degenerate who calls himself Jack M. Hoff!”
(Leichenberg strikes the punching bag, digging deep hooks that cause the bag to sway violently on its chain. The vicious onslaught continues as Leichenberg addresses his next opponent.)
Leichenberg: “J. M. H. Do you think you're ready to step into the ring with me and take my television title away? You think you've got what it takes to dethrone the ring Fuhrer? You better bring everything you've got and use every trick up your sleeve because when we step into that ring, I'm going to give you the fight of your life.”
[Leichenberg continues his training, seamlessly transitioning into a series of firearm strikes and Muay Thai style knees.]
“JMH prepare to be the first of many casualties in the Leichenberg era. You Want to steal MY title and MY legacy like some thief in the night! NEIN!! I must make an example of you and send it message to everyone in the locker room that wants to take what is rightfully mine.”
[He intensifies his training, pushing himself to his limits as he prepares for the battle ahead.]
Leichenberg: [Panting] “You may have your sights set on this title, Jack, but let me warn you—taking this from me, it's going to prove to be damn near impossible.”
(With a final, resounding strike to the punching bag, Leichenberg steps back, his muscles tense and ready for the challenge that awaits him)
Leichenberg: [Locking eyes with the camera] “Consider this your warning. You may be the number one contender but I'm the television champion for a reason and you are going to realize why that is Monday Night on Mayhem. So get ready, Jack, because when we meet in that ring, there's only going to be one outcome—and that's me walking out the same way I'm walking in, as your reigning, defending Television Champion!”
[Leichenberg wipes off the sweat with a white towel before throwing it over the camera fading the video to black.]