Post by Victor Bloodmoon on Feb 27, 2007 16:21:03 GMT -6
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{The screen flickers to life, as it shows a television set inside of a dark room. It is showing the end of Victor Bloodmoon vs. George Duke from First Rights:
Victor Bloodmoon grabs ahold of George Duke and whips him into the ropes. George Duke jumps with a desperation dropkick to Bloodmoon's left knee, dropping him down onto his knees. Duke then bounces off of the other side's ropes and jumps, straddling Bloodmoon with some force. Before Bloodmoon can do anything, Duke throws on the Duke Lock and wrenches back hard. Bloodmoon grimaces, but tries to power out of the move. He finally succeeds in standing up and falls back, forcing all of his weight onto Duke, the entire arena hears the air escape from Duke's lungs. Victor Bloodmoon stands up, with his back to George Duke sits up and
reaches through Bloodmoon's legs and rolls up Victor Bloodmoon into a schoolboy. He screams and jumps onto Bloodmoon's legs and leans back with everything he has while Manny Salazar goes down for the three-count.
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The tape rewinds suddenly, and it shows Duke rolling up with a school boy again. It rewinds again and shows the same thing, but before the pinfall reaches 3, a fist smashes into the screen. A barrage of sparks start shooting from the set. The camera pans around to show that it is Victor Bloodmoon’s fist that smashed into the screen. Victor has an angry, almost psychotic expression on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: What went wrong? I decimated all my competition in that damn tournament, a tournament I’m not even supposed to be in, a tournament that I am too good for, and in my final match, I lose, to a decrepit old geezer who’s better days are obviously behind him. And he beats me with a roll-up. A ROLL-UP!!! The second biggest match of the night, and you use a roll-up to defeat your opponent. Some fighting champion you are. And now, Duke gets to fight the World Champion, while I get stuck in a curtain-jerker, against a stalker rapist who eats bugs. This is my new place in the POW? Well, I DISAGREE!!! [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor picks up the television and heaves it across the room. Victor remains standing, breathing in and out very shaky and maintaining the same psychotic expression on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Mark my words, I will be champion. Whether I have to go through every single athlete in the POW, sometime, somewhere, I will be champion. Brian Bane, I’m not going to lie to you. I am angry, as you could imagine I’d be after losing a title match. And I’m probably going to be wanting to take my frustrations out on you. Do you really think I care about some kid that killed himself? You think I fled my homeland because what I did was wrong? No. I fled because the government seemed to think that it’s wrong. You want to prepare with caution, with the threat of me snapping and ending your career. Well Bane, I’m a changed man, and I’m not like that anymore. But, with this new pent-up anger behind me, I’m not exactly sure what I may do in our match, so it would be wise to prepare for the worst. So Brian Bane, at the next TV taping, prepare to leave your better days behind you, with me. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor begins laughing as the scene fades out.} [/shadow]
Victor Bloodmoon grabs ahold of George Duke and whips him into the ropes. George Duke jumps with a desperation dropkick to Bloodmoon's left knee, dropping him down onto his knees. Duke then bounces off of the other side's ropes and jumps, straddling Bloodmoon with some force. Before Bloodmoon can do anything, Duke throws on the Duke Lock and wrenches back hard. Bloodmoon grimaces, but tries to power out of the move. He finally succeeds in standing up and falls back, forcing all of his weight onto Duke, the entire arena hears the air escape from Duke's lungs. Victor Bloodmoon stands up, with his back to George Duke sits up and
reaches through Bloodmoon's legs and rolls up Victor Bloodmoon into a schoolboy. He screams and jumps onto Bloodmoon's legs and leans back with everything he has while Manny Salazar goes down for the three-count.
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The tape rewinds suddenly, and it shows Duke rolling up with a school boy again. It rewinds again and shows the same thing, but before the pinfall reaches 3, a fist smashes into the screen. A barrage of sparks start shooting from the set. The camera pans around to show that it is Victor Bloodmoon’s fist that smashed into the screen. Victor has an angry, almost psychotic expression on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: What went wrong? I decimated all my competition in that damn tournament, a tournament I’m not even supposed to be in, a tournament that I am too good for, and in my final match, I lose, to a decrepit old geezer who’s better days are obviously behind him. And he beats me with a roll-up. A ROLL-UP!!! The second biggest match of the night, and you use a roll-up to defeat your opponent. Some fighting champion you are. And now, Duke gets to fight the World Champion, while I get stuck in a curtain-jerker, against a stalker rapist who eats bugs. This is my new place in the POW? Well, I DISAGREE!!! [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor picks up the television and heaves it across the room. Victor remains standing, breathing in and out very shaky and maintaining the same psychotic expression on his face.} [/shadow]
[glow=red,2,5000000000]Victor: Mark my words, I will be champion. Whether I have to go through every single athlete in the POW, sometime, somewhere, I will be champion. Brian Bane, I’m not going to lie to you. I am angry, as you could imagine I’d be after losing a title match. And I’m probably going to be wanting to take my frustrations out on you. Do you really think I care about some kid that killed himself? You think I fled my homeland because what I did was wrong? No. I fled because the government seemed to think that it’s wrong. You want to prepare with caution, with the threat of me snapping and ending your career. Well Bane, I’m a changed man, and I’m not like that anymore. But, with this new pent-up anger behind me, I’m not exactly sure what I may do in our match, so it would be wise to prepare for the worst. So Brian Bane, at the next TV taping, prepare to leave your better days behind you, with me. [/glow]
[shadow=orange,2,5000000000]{Victor begins laughing as the scene fades out.} [/shadow]
