Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Feb 16, 2007 17:22:40 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The scene opens up outside of an old, dilapidated warehouse. It appears to be very dark and depressing, despite it being broad daylight outside. The sound of a car engine is heard, and a black ‘87 Chevy Camaro IROC-Z, otherwise known as Victor Bloodmoon’s car, pulls in front of the building. The engine shuts off, and Victor opens the door and steps out, wearing workout gear and black sunglasses. He looks at the building for a moment, with an unsure expression on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: *thoughts* This can’t be it. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{He slings a duffel bag, presumably filled with his street clothes, over his right shoulder, then closes the car door and proceeds toward the entrance of the building. He opens the door and enters a hallway. The sound of screams, groans, and bumping around as Victor walks. Small pieces of plaster are seen falling down with each bump. He enters through a door at the end of the hallway, and finds himself in the middle of a large wrestling training facility. There is hardly anybody inside. There are various racks of weights, punching bags, and weightlifting machines, all old and trashy as the building. Most notably, there is a large wrestling ring situated in the middle of the facility, perhaps the oldest and dirtiest thing in the whole building. Two wrestlers are having a practice match, exchanging holds and moves with great speed. Outside the ring is Victor’s uncle Wilhelm, sitting on a steel folding with a cane leaning against him, barking orders at the two athletes.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Morgan, how many times have I told you not to go aerial?!?! Keep it a mat game!!! [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm hears something and turns around. He smiles when he sees Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Victor! So good to see you again! [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You really need to work on giving directions. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm grabs his cane and stands up, then walks over to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: So, what do you think of my fine wrestling academy? [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor watches a rat scurry across the room, and gets a hesitant look on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: It has…atmosphere. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Well, I aim to please. So, does this mean that you’re willing to let me train you? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Well, after going to the finals of the Valor title tournament, I figured a little brushing up couldn’t hurt. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Yes, I’ve been watching your matches. You’ve been doing a halfway decent job, but there is always room for improvement. You have too much of your father’s training clouding your mind. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: It seems to be working for me so far. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: But it’ll eventually catch up with you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor sighs and looks up.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: To be successful in this business, you must make absolutely NO mistakes. You must be perfect, because one simple mistake could cost you an entire match. But not to worry, because with my training, you will learn not to make any more mistakes. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns his attention back to the wrestling ring.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Morgan! Larson! Everybody! That’s enough for today. Hit the showers and go home. We’ll pick up again tomorrow. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Both wrestlers nod, then exit the ring and head towards the locker rooms. Wilhelm turns back to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: So Victor, are you ready to be perfect? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: To win the Valor title, yes I am. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Good. You’ve officially begun your first private training session at the Wilhelm Toulon Wrestling Academy. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm starts walking towards the ring as Victor sets down his duffel bag and begins throwing punches in the air.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: All right! First day of training! What do you want me to do? Work the punching bag? Lift some weights? Or maybe you’d like to try me in the ring, old man, eh? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm:*Reaching under the ring* Oh, nothing of that sort. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns back around and throws a broom at Victor, which is caught. Victor looks at the broom with a puzzled expression on his face, and then looks at Wilhelm again.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You’ve got to be kidding me. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm starts grinning again.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Sweep. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Are you serious? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Serious as a heart attack. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Come on, Wilhelm-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: And after you’re done with that, you can polish the weights, wipe off the punching bags, and mop up the ring. If you want to receive any training from me, you must first show me some discipline. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns around and hobbles away, but stops after a few steps and turns his head back to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: And that’s Mister Toulon to you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm continues walking. Victor looks down at the broom with an upset look on his face as the scene fades out.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: *thoughts* This can’t be it. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{He slings a duffel bag, presumably filled with his street clothes, over his right shoulder, then closes the car door and proceeds toward the entrance of the building. He opens the door and enters a hallway. The sound of screams, groans, and bumping around as Victor walks. Small pieces of plaster are seen falling down with each bump. He enters through a door at the end of the hallway, and finds himself in the middle of a large wrestling training facility. There is hardly anybody inside. There are various racks of weights, punching bags, and weightlifting machines, all old and trashy as the building. Most notably, there is a large wrestling ring situated in the middle of the facility, perhaps the oldest and dirtiest thing in the whole building. Two wrestlers are having a practice match, exchanging holds and moves with great speed. Outside the ring is Victor’s uncle Wilhelm, sitting on a steel folding with a cane leaning against him, barking orders at the two athletes.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Morgan, how many times have I told you not to go aerial?!?! Keep it a mat game!!! [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm hears something and turns around. He smiles when he sees Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Victor! So good to see you again! [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You really need to work on giving directions. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm grabs his cane and stands up, then walks over to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: So, what do you think of my fine wrestling academy? [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor watches a rat scurry across the room, and gets a hesitant look on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: It has…atmosphere. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Well, I aim to please. So, does this mean that you’re willing to let me train you? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Well, after going to the finals of the Valor title tournament, I figured a little brushing up couldn’t hurt. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Yes, I’ve been watching your matches. You’ve been doing a halfway decent job, but there is always room for improvement. You have too much of your father’s training clouding your mind. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: It seems to be working for me so far. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: But it’ll eventually catch up with you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor sighs and looks up.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: To be successful in this business, you must make absolutely NO mistakes. You must be perfect, because one simple mistake could cost you an entire match. But not to worry, because with my training, you will learn not to make any more mistakes. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns his attention back to the wrestling ring.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Morgan! Larson! Everybody! That’s enough for today. Hit the showers and go home. We’ll pick up again tomorrow. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Both wrestlers nod, then exit the ring and head towards the locker rooms. Wilhelm turns back to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: So Victor, are you ready to be perfect? [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: To win the Valor title, yes I am. [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Good. You’ve officially begun your first private training session at the Wilhelm Toulon Wrestling Academy. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm starts walking towards the ring as Victor sets down his duffel bag and begins throwing punches in the air.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: All right! First day of training! What do you want me to do? Work the punching bag? Lift some weights? Or maybe you’d like to try me in the ring, old man, eh? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm:*Reaching under the ring* Oh, nothing of that sort. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns back around and throws a broom at Victor, which is caught. Victor looks at the broom with a puzzled expression on his face, and then looks at Wilhelm again.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: You’ve got to be kidding me. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm starts grinning again.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Sweep. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Are you serious? [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: Serious as a heart attack. [/glow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Come on, Wilhelm-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: And after you’re done with that, you can polish the weights, wipe off the punching bags, and mop up the ring. If you want to receive any training from me, you must first show me some discipline. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm turns around and hobbles away, but stops after a few steps and turns his head back to Victor.} [/shadow]
[glow=maroon,2,5000000000]Wilhelm: And that’s Mister Toulon to you. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Wilhelm continues walking. Victor looks down at the broom with an upset look on his face as the scene fades out.} [/shadow]
