Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Mar 25, 2007 20:04:43 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,left,300000000000]{The scene opens up inside a bar, where Victor seems to be spending most of his time these days. He is sitting at the counter, dwelling over the way his career has recently taken a turn for the worse, and is using the only outlet for disappointment that he knows: booze. He is clutching a tall glass, looking at it as if it’s the only thing he has left.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: What went wrong? This time a couple of months ago, it was all going my way. I was one of the best newcomers to hit the American wrestling scene. I was getting title shots, getting ahead in tournaments, and facing the best. I was ready to become the first ever POW Valor champion. I was going to have it made…and now look at me.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor takes a long swig of Bud.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: I’m just a pawn. Last month, I was in championship rankings, and now I’m just a pawn. A sheep, a battle royal participant, nothing but a follower to a champion with the skill of a rotten apple.
[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor sighs.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: Even that old fossil commands more respect than me. What did I do wrong? Why am I suddenly finding myself on the short end of the pecking order?[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor puts his hand on the back of his head and thinks for a moment.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Why…I know why. I’ve let myself get sucked into a battle of power and respect. I’ve been trying so hard to get people to notice me, I forgot what it is that gets people’s respect in the first place. It isn’t winning matches with low blows and pulling tights, it’s because of my wrestling skill. It’s because of completely owning a match. These morons know that I am able to win matches regardless of cheating. They don’t respect me because I haven’t given them a reason to respect me! Well, it’s about time I gave them a reason.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000000]{Victor’s eyes light up, and his face seems to look rejuvenated.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: At Road to Spring Breakage, I am in an eight man tag match, and on my side, I am the only one without gold around my waist. The bookers, in all of their finite wisdom, don’t see me as a real wrestler, just as an enforcer, a BIG MAN. They think that George Puke and Murderous Intent will wear them out, and I’ll just knock ‘em down. Well, I have other plans. I haven’t had a solid match in over a month, so it’s about time I showed these idiotic POW followers that I am not some kind of curtain jerker, and I am not an enforcer. I am the finest wrestler ever to grace a POW ring. Not a Gladiator reject, not a Power Rangers reject, not an egomaniac, not a felon, and not a paper champion. It is Victor Bloodmoon, the German Juggernaut, who will be victorious.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor hurls the glass across the room, and it shatters with the satisfying tingle of broken glass. Victor laughs maniacally as the scene fades out.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: What went wrong? This time a couple of months ago, it was all going my way. I was one of the best newcomers to hit the American wrestling scene. I was getting title shots, getting ahead in tournaments, and facing the best. I was ready to become the first ever POW Valor champion. I was going to have it made…and now look at me.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor takes a long swig of Bud.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: I’m just a pawn. Last month, I was in championship rankings, and now I’m just a pawn. A sheep, a battle royal participant, nothing but a follower to a champion with the skill of a rotten apple.
[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor sighs.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: Even that old fossil commands more respect than me. What did I do wrong? Why am I suddenly finding myself on the short end of the pecking order?[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,3000000000]{Victor puts his hand on the back of his head and thinks for a moment.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,300000000000]Victor: Why…I know why. I’ve let myself get sucked into a battle of power and respect. I’ve been trying so hard to get people to notice me, I forgot what it is that gets people’s respect in the first place. It isn’t winning matches with low blows and pulling tights, it’s because of my wrestling skill. It’s because of completely owning a match. These morons know that I am able to win matches regardless of cheating. They don’t respect me because I haven’t given them a reason to respect me! Well, it’s about time I gave them a reason.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,300000000000]{Victor’s eyes light up, and his face seems to look rejuvenated.}[/shadow]
[glow=red,2,3000000000]Victor: At Road to Spring Breakage, I am in an eight man tag match, and on my side, I am the only one without gold around my waist. The bookers, in all of their finite wisdom, don’t see me as a real wrestler, just as an enforcer, a BIG MAN. They think that George Puke and Murderous Intent will wear them out, and I’ll just knock ‘em down. Well, I have other plans. I haven’t had a solid match in over a month, so it’s about time I showed these idiotic POW followers that I am not some kind of curtain jerker, and I am not an enforcer. I am the finest wrestler ever to grace a POW ring. Not a Gladiator reject, not a Power Rangers reject, not an egomaniac, not a felon, and not a paper champion. It is Victor Bloodmoon, the German Juggernaut, who will be victorious.[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,30000000000]{Victor hurls the glass across the room, and it shatters with the satisfying tingle of broken glass. Victor laughs maniacally as the scene fades out.}[/shadow]
