Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Feb 12, 2007 13:11:43 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{A series of clips showing Victor Bloodmoon in various matches and situations is shown, with a voice-over provided by Victor himself.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You know the kind of guy who is an extremely talented professional wrestler, but gets stuck in some lame-ass tournament for a second-tier title with a bunch of talentless jobbers that couldn’t hold a candle to an athlete of my caliber? Well, that’s me. About a decade ago, I started wrestling in Germany after being trained by my father, a German wrestling legend. I was undefeated for two years, and then some young punk gives me a roll-up and ends my streak. Well, as you can imagine, I wasn’t too happy about that, and I was forced to break his neck with a steel chair. Well, apparently, there is some kind of law against that in Germany, so I was forced to come to North America. I’ve heard a lot about this “Karma” thing, about how I’m going to get what’s coming to me for ending that guy’s career. Well, it’s been about two years, and now I’m in a tournament to determine the first Valor champion for POW, so I don’t think karma is all it’s cracked up to be. If there really were karma in the world, wouldn’t it have struck me down by now if crippling that kid was wrong? Anyway, my next opponent is Jason Lee. No, not the actor, the wrestler. Well, at the next TV taping, I’m going to beat Jason Lee the wrestler and go on to win the Valor championship. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{A shot of Victor standing in the middle of a motel is seen.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: My Name is Victor. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The scene fades out.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You know the kind of guy who is an extremely talented professional wrestler, but gets stuck in some lame-ass tournament for a second-tier title with a bunch of talentless jobbers that couldn’t hold a candle to an athlete of my caliber? Well, that’s me. About a decade ago, I started wrestling in Germany after being trained by my father, a German wrestling legend. I was undefeated for two years, and then some young punk gives me a roll-up and ends my streak. Well, as you can imagine, I wasn’t too happy about that, and I was forced to break his neck with a steel chair. Well, apparently, there is some kind of law against that in Germany, so I was forced to come to North America. I’ve heard a lot about this “Karma” thing, about how I’m going to get what’s coming to me for ending that guy’s career. Well, it’s been about two years, and now I’m in a tournament to determine the first Valor champion for POW, so I don’t think karma is all it’s cracked up to be. If there really were karma in the world, wouldn’t it have struck me down by now if crippling that kid was wrong? Anyway, my next opponent is Jason Lee. No, not the actor, the wrestler. Well, at the next TV taping, I’m going to beat Jason Lee the wrestler and go on to win the Valor championship. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{A shot of Victor standing in the middle of a motel is seen.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: My Name is Victor. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The scene fades out.} [/shadow]
