Barack Obama
October 13th, 2006, 02:37 PM
We cut on top of the arena, where the Crimson Hawk is sitting on the ledge, overlooking the business down below. Fans are still entering, cars are parking, and everything is busy. Hawks red cape blows in the wind, as the moon is seen behind him. He continues to look down, and begins speaking.
Crimson Hawk
All these people, these innocent men, woman and children; they all come to us for their fill of violence. These are decent human beings; they keep their hate bottled up. Wrestlers don’t entertain, they provide a service. By beating the living hell out of our opponents, these fans can let out their anger. They can cheer for whoever they wish. It’s all in good fun for them, but for me, it’s much more. Yes, I want these fans to be happy. I want their anger to come out. Better here than out there in the real world, and way better than having it explode on someone else. But honestly, for me, it’s not about violence. It’s not about hatred. It’s about wrestling. I love the sport, and over the years it has been dishonored by one villain after another. There are men who come here, just like the fans, to let out their anger. The only problem is, they’re doing it in the ring. That’s not what I want.
If you don’t know me, my goal is to stop this violence. It is unhealthy. This sport doesn’t need to be contaminated with filth any longer. I am about good, clean wrestling. I’m an entertainer. There are a few people in this locker room, they don’t quite get what I’m about, and they think I’m a psycho. I’m sure running around in a super hero outfit doesn’t help it out, but I don’t care. What I do makes me feel like a hero, for everyone who watches our events because they just plain love wrestling. It’s with that love, and with the fans coming first in my mind, that I embark on a quest to win the Pro Wrestling Warriors championship tournament. Here at War for the Title, I’m going to face Drake Vinaldi, and I’m going to defeat him. I don’t like violence, but I fight fire with fire. If Drake gets too rough, then I’ll give him a crimson mask, one not quite like mine. I’m here to end all the things I hate about this sport, right here, right now. I am salvation.
We cut away with the Crimson Hawk turning his head towards the camera, as the moonlight shines down on him. Go to ringside!
Crimson Hawk
All these people, these innocent men, woman and children; they all come to us for their fill of violence. These are decent human beings; they keep their hate bottled up. Wrestlers don’t entertain, they provide a service. By beating the living hell out of our opponents, these fans can let out their anger. They can cheer for whoever they wish. It’s all in good fun for them, but for me, it’s much more. Yes, I want these fans to be happy. I want their anger to come out. Better here than out there in the real world, and way better than having it explode on someone else. But honestly, for me, it’s not about violence. It’s not about hatred. It’s about wrestling. I love the sport, and over the years it has been dishonored by one villain after another. There are men who come here, just like the fans, to let out their anger. The only problem is, they’re doing it in the ring. That’s not what I want.
If you don’t know me, my goal is to stop this violence. It is unhealthy. This sport doesn’t need to be contaminated with filth any longer. I am about good, clean wrestling. I’m an entertainer. There are a few people in this locker room, they don’t quite get what I’m about, and they think I’m a psycho. I’m sure running around in a super hero outfit doesn’t help it out, but I don’t care. What I do makes me feel like a hero, for everyone who watches our events because they just plain love wrestling. It’s with that love, and with the fans coming first in my mind, that I embark on a quest to win the Pro Wrestling Warriors championship tournament. Here at War for the Title, I’m going to face Drake Vinaldi, and I’m going to defeat him. I don’t like violence, but I fight fire with fire. If Drake gets too rough, then I’ll give him a crimson mask, one not quite like mine. I’m here to end all the things I hate about this sport, right here, right now. I am salvation.
We cut away with the Crimson Hawk turning his head towards the camera, as the moonlight shines down on him. Go to ringside!