Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Feb 3, 2007 23:26:46 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Cameras scan the inside of Victor Bloodmoon’s locker room, where Victor is seated on a couch. It is directly after the “Road to First Rights” show, and he is taking off his gear. He has an arrogant smirk on his face, seemingly satisfied with the results of his match, as he should be. A knock is heard on the door.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Come in. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The door opens, and a very older man (putting it generously) walks in. He is somewhat tall, but nowhere near Victor’s size, and has some weight on him. He has long gray hair, with traces of black in it. He is wearing black pants, a t-shirt, and black jacket. In his right hand is a black cane, which he has used to help him walk after a knee injury. Some might recognize this man as Victor’s uncle, Wilhelm Toulon, a former wrestler in Germany.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Wilhelm! Hey, nice to see you again. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Nice to see you as well, nephew. That was quite a display you put on earlier. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Of course it was! Maybe that’ll show top brass who the real main event in this federation is. Maybe after I plow though this damn tournament and win the Valor title, I’ll be destined for greater things. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Exactly. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor laughs and begins to undo the laces on his boots, as Wilhelm approaches Victor, as if to say something.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Listen, I watched your performance in that match, and I could see a great deal of anger behind your moves. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Yes, what about it? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Well, you can’t get emotional during a match. You must stay focused during a match, or your emotions will get the better of you. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: *scoffs* Well thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for your advice, but my style earlier seemed to work for me just fine, so I think I’ll just stick with that for now. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: I’m serious. One of these days, your anger is going to get the best of you, and it will cost you a match, or maybe even something more dearly. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Both pause for a moment.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Now, who is your next opponent in the tournament? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Some guy named Cram Lamdom, thinks he’s some kind of soldier in a crazy war, should be easy pickings. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Ok. I forgot to tell you last time, I’ve been running a wrestling school for a while, and I’d like to give you some training. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor looks up at Wilhelm for a moment.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Wilhelm, I’ve already been trained-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: By your father, of course. Unfortunately, there was much that he left out of your training, which I’d like to give you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm reaches into his coat pocket and fishes out a small slip of paper. He gives it to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Here’s the address and phone number. If you make up you mind, come by or give me a call. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor takes the paper and eyes it for a moment before turning his attention back at Wilhelm.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: I know that you’re good. You’re probably the best that POW has to offer right now. But “good” can be beaten on any given night. A true dominant athlete is perfect, and can never be beaten. If you want to be perfect, you’ll let me train you. I’ll see you around. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm exits the locker room and shuts the door. Victor is seen looking at the slip of paper and thinking as the cameras shut off.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Come in. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The door opens, and a very older man (putting it generously) walks in. He is somewhat tall, but nowhere near Victor’s size, and has some weight on him. He has long gray hair, with traces of black in it. He is wearing black pants, a t-shirt, and black jacket. In his right hand is a black cane, which he has used to help him walk after a knee injury. Some might recognize this man as Victor’s uncle, Wilhelm Toulon, a former wrestler in Germany.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Wilhelm! Hey, nice to see you again. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Nice to see you as well, nephew. That was quite a display you put on earlier. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Of course it was! Maybe that’ll show top brass who the real main event in this federation is. Maybe after I plow though this damn tournament and win the Valor title, I’ll be destined for greater things. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Exactly. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor laughs and begins to undo the laces on his boots, as Wilhelm approaches Victor, as if to say something.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Listen, I watched your performance in that match, and I could see a great deal of anger behind your moves. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Yes, what about it? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Well, you can’t get emotional during a match. You must stay focused during a match, or your emotions will get the better of you. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: *scoffs* Well thank you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for your advice, but my style earlier seemed to work for me just fine, so I think I’ll just stick with that for now. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: I’m serious. One of these days, your anger is going to get the best of you, and it will cost you a match, or maybe even something more dearly. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Both pause for a moment.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Now, who is your next opponent in the tournament? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Some guy named Cram Lamdom, thinks he’s some kind of soldier in a crazy war, should be easy pickings. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Ok. I forgot to tell you last time, I’ve been running a wrestling school for a while, and I’d like to give you some training. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor looks up at Wilhelm for a moment.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Wilhelm, I’ve already been trained-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: By your father, of course. Unfortunately, there was much that he left out of your training, which I’d like to give you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm reaches into his coat pocket and fishes out a small slip of paper. He gives it to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Here’s the address and phone number. If you make up you mind, come by or give me a call. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor takes the paper and eyes it for a moment before turning his attention back at Wilhelm.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: I know that you’re good. You’re probably the best that POW has to offer right now. But “good” can be beaten on any given night. A true dominant athlete is perfect, and can never be beaten. If you want to be perfect, you’ll let me train you. I’ll see you around. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm exits the locker room and shuts the door. Victor is seen looking at the slip of paper and thinking as the cameras shut off.} [/shadow]
