Post by kidluck on Jul 5, 2007 14:16:28 GMT -6
KEY Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Meltdowns thoughts |
Location: Miami, Florida : House of Meltdown and Tavi Whitten Time: 11:45 pm Date: July 5th 2007 The scene opens up in the basement of the Miami mansion we are all accustomed to. Through a rickety, polished maple door and down the formed stone steps which are streaked with humid moisture is the base is the basement. The walls are formed with stone slabs set roughly into weak cement. Dazzling streaks of green and black mould highlight the slabs tremondously, yet give the room a musky smell, along with that of the sweat. There is a large mosaic of a red dragon with gold-outlined scales and talons, breathing blue fire with emerald green eyes. Strewn on the floor is a two hundred and fifty pound metal barbell, along with a metal blue folding chair. Meltdown, bare-chested in his toned and tattooed glory, is doing crunches upside-down, his feet strapped by black leather buckles to the metal pole, held up by two pieces of wood Pain..is..not..a...controlling..force Juding by the salty sweat dripping from Meltdowns buzz-shaved head, down his nose and dripping to the floor, he has been doing these crunches for quite some time Finally. I have a chance to prove myself..It has taken a while but the chance is finally there and not to be wasted. I am doing this to improve my power..I need more..more power, more rage, more focus on this match to truly hone and enhance my skills. With this extra cutting edge, nothing can stop me. Nothing at all. My physical edge is what gives me my advantage over many an opponent..Raw power is something I can use in these matches, with both matches going on at once, the showing of power is not just about ruthlessly dominating your opponent, it plays mind games with your other opponents, it shows that you are the top dog and that you can manhandle the other guy..No fancy aerobics or acrobatics, it's about showing who the d**n top dog is and showing you are not going to take any shit off any man Meltdown leans up and nails another crunch, feeling the muscles around his abdominal region tighten painfully, feeling the threads and fibres slowly tearing But this exercise isn't just about tapping more strength or power into me. It's to help improve my endurance which is fully important in this match, if you have all the power in the world but cannot stand on two feet, you have simply lost the match..I want to avoid that possiblity as much as possible and slash it down to a slim chance..The others are partying, drinking, eating the fine food, living the fine life with rows and rows of beautiful and fake girls..But that will not help you, it might even make you pay the piper at the end of the night. Doing this helps me to focus my main region, my body, into absorbing anything and everything my opponents throw into me. This gives me the supreme advantage over these jokers.. Meltdown collapses back and starts the crunch slowly, his body tightening painfully, he manages to lift himself up and his nose touches his obsidian boots. He falls backwards and starts the routine again I have also still got to research them..Having mentality means you have another weapon..I know only the bare bones of them, I need to flesh out my knowledge so that I can truly beat them and truly dominate them..I must research their styles, their tactics, their ring knowledge. No ground must be left uncoivered, No stone unturned. It is time to bring out every single weapon in my arsenal to truly beat these men!! The slight outburst gives Meltdown the boost to give a powerful crunch. He grunts in the slight tingle of pain he feels, but continues There is so much more to do on the physical side..I need to know how my body is doing..Tavi can fix that for me..Need to heal injuries, remove past scars. I need to show no sign of weakness which my opponent could capitalize on. My body must be monitored otherwise one mistake could erase a whole lifetime of progress He gives a final crunch before falling back weakly, his abdominal muscles aching wearily under the strain put upon them Soon, I can finally show that I should no longer be underestimated. Show that I should no longer be considered the under-dog. Show that I am a raging dragon..show I am the last true warrior of Power On Wrestling His icy blue eyes stare at the whitewashed ceiling, void of emotion I need to gain that belt..earning a belt in this industry is a sign of pride..a stripe of progression. Having a belt means you are the ruler of a portion of this company. It means you are the alpha male of a small portion of the industry. I am willing to show I can be a brilliant champion..willing to show I can do everything..Everything that can bring the pride to the belt..show that the men who contend for it are not weak..to show that they are true heroes..true warrior..and who better to lead them by example then the last true warrior He leans up and unbuckles the belt strap over his left leg. He quickly bolts up, tensing his stomach, undoes the belt strap over his right leg and shoots his hands onto the scratchy tiled ground, flipping backwards onto his knees and giving a small smile of appreciation of his own abilities To be in a match where everything is at stake is such an amazing feat if you can come out as the top-dog..this is what I must do..I will not accept anything less than true power and progression into the ranks of the elite..I will win this belt..I MUST win this belt.. He stands on the blue metal folding chair, looking down at the red-and-golden dragon. He stares into it's emerald-green eyes The pain will be nothing..the only thing I fear is failure.. His eyes become lost in the hypnotic glance of the dragons momentarily before he shakes his head quickly That's not the only dragon in here.. He gives a small smile, hopping off the chair and stomping onto the ground, a few mosaic tiles scatter, exposing the cement underbelly of the foundations of the house I must not overload my body though..I guess I should spend some time with Tavi.. His eyes slowly return to a normal, filled state That would be the best thing..together we can overcome this.. He stretches and pulls the cord of the lightbulb, blackening the room, he looks into the jet black darkness and down at where the dragon would be My soul.. He walks up the stone steps before shutting the rickety wooden door behind him Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. |