Syke
October 14th, 2006, 06:28 PM
War…
The single word echoes with a crossfade as images of war, battle and destruction flash in quick succession.
By definition; a state of open, armed, often prolonged conflict between nations, states or parties.
The series of images continue.
By trait; destructive. Devastating. Life threatening, changing and ending.
The series of images continue but are now more graphic and are accompanied by the sounds of screaming men and women, crying children that create a very disturbing and unnerving atmosphere.
It is a game of opposing forces. We see it in every single thing we do. Relationships – Battle of the sexes. Weather – Battle of the seasons. Evolution – Battle for survival.
As each sentence is said, images related to it flash onto the screen.
Ultimately it’s all about one thing. Dominance.
Just as the word ‘War’ echoed earlier, the word ‘Dominance’ does now.
The war between the sun and the moon is a battle for dominance of the sky. The war between animals in the wild is one for dominance over their terrain. Even in the work place. In the ring. We battle each other for dominance. To be the dominant force. The king of the jungle. The top of the pyramid. The champion.
Images of wild animals, the sun and the moon changing night to day and back as well as a few others become the new visual.
Cliché says that war…it’s like a game of chess.
A glass chess board with crystal pieces, all set up to play, fills the screen.
It’s about strategy. Skill. Technique.
The pieces begin to move along the board, creating the visual of a game of chess being played, at an increasing speed, with no actual players.
It’s not always the player with the most artillery or biggest arsenal that comes out on top. It isn’t always the big guns that win a war. It’s the player that is most adaptable. The soldiers who can face, react, adapt and overcome any situation. The army that fights the war mentally before physically. It is those who are most cunning, strategic and ruthless.
The game of chess continued to be played, occasionally resetting all pieces and starting again at a continuously increasing speed until it all becomes a violent blur and finally it freezes with a king checkmated.
War is like a game of chess…but don’t be fooled. It is not a game!
The striking blow of a sledgehammer suddenly shatters the board and all its crystal playing pieces.
Tonight is not a game! For the sixteen soldier’s in tonight’s war, the journey has just begun.
Images and match footages of the sixteen competitors roll.
But for eight of them they will be woken from the dream right here, right now and all it can be as simple as one. two. three.
As numbers one and two are said we see the image of a ref’s hand hitting the canvas, but the three is accompanied by the image of a person’s limp arm slumping to the floor as they pass out.
And just like that…it’s over.
The word ‘over’ echo’s as the image fades to black. Slowly the image fades back in but this time it’s in a smoke filled area coated with a blue tinge of lighting that gives it a clod and misty atmosphere. Amidst the smoke stands a lone silhouette. No tangible visual can be grasped but the voice is, as it has been all along, familiar.
I've found a new home in Pro Wrestling Warriors. A place I can be free. A place I can grow. A place I can achieve what everyone knew I could all along. With this new company I've been reborn and now I’m ready. Ready to take on all-comers. Ready to rage war with anyone who gets in my way. Ready to takes this animal within and let loose. Ready to be destructive. Ready to be ruthless. Ready to be dominant. Ready to be…a champion. I. Am. Ready. For…WAR!
The silhouette can be seen throwing his arms up in a very aggressive gesture, before crouching down to the ground slowly. The camera begins to scroll forward, through the smoke drawing nearer and nearer the figure. The attire is unfamiliar, and somewhat difficult to make out in the low lighting and things are not the way we expect them, such as his hair being seemingly shorter as well as black, to be but never the less it is undeniable who this man is as the camera zooms in beneath the hood to take focus on his face.
Question is Tyler Hart…
Are you…ready… for me?
Seth Frost glares into the camera, his cold eyes blazing with intensity as the image fades to black slowly.
OOC: hmm...figure i'd try something a little different. comments welcome as always
The single word echoes with a crossfade as images of war, battle and destruction flash in quick succession.
By definition; a state of open, armed, often prolonged conflict between nations, states or parties.
The series of images continue.
By trait; destructive. Devastating. Life threatening, changing and ending.
The series of images continue but are now more graphic and are accompanied by the sounds of screaming men and women, crying children that create a very disturbing and unnerving atmosphere.
It is a game of opposing forces. We see it in every single thing we do. Relationships – Battle of the sexes. Weather – Battle of the seasons. Evolution – Battle for survival.
As each sentence is said, images related to it flash onto the screen.
Ultimately it’s all about one thing. Dominance.
Just as the word ‘War’ echoed earlier, the word ‘Dominance’ does now.
The war between the sun and the moon is a battle for dominance of the sky. The war between animals in the wild is one for dominance over their terrain. Even in the work place. In the ring. We battle each other for dominance. To be the dominant force. The king of the jungle. The top of the pyramid. The champion.
Images of wild animals, the sun and the moon changing night to day and back as well as a few others become the new visual.
Cliché says that war…it’s like a game of chess.
A glass chess board with crystal pieces, all set up to play, fills the screen.
It’s about strategy. Skill. Technique.
The pieces begin to move along the board, creating the visual of a game of chess being played, at an increasing speed, with no actual players.
It’s not always the player with the most artillery or biggest arsenal that comes out on top. It isn’t always the big guns that win a war. It’s the player that is most adaptable. The soldiers who can face, react, adapt and overcome any situation. The army that fights the war mentally before physically. It is those who are most cunning, strategic and ruthless.
The game of chess continued to be played, occasionally resetting all pieces and starting again at a continuously increasing speed until it all becomes a violent blur and finally it freezes with a king checkmated.
War is like a game of chess…but don’t be fooled. It is not a game!
The striking blow of a sledgehammer suddenly shatters the board and all its crystal playing pieces.
Tonight is not a game! For the sixteen soldier’s in tonight’s war, the journey has just begun.
Images and match footages of the sixteen competitors roll.
But for eight of them they will be woken from the dream right here, right now and all it can be as simple as one. two. three.
As numbers one and two are said we see the image of a ref’s hand hitting the canvas, but the three is accompanied by the image of a person’s limp arm slumping to the floor as they pass out.
And just like that…it’s over.
The word ‘over’ echo’s as the image fades to black. Slowly the image fades back in but this time it’s in a smoke filled area coated with a blue tinge of lighting that gives it a clod and misty atmosphere. Amidst the smoke stands a lone silhouette. No tangible visual can be grasped but the voice is, as it has been all along, familiar.
I've found a new home in Pro Wrestling Warriors. A place I can be free. A place I can grow. A place I can achieve what everyone knew I could all along. With this new company I've been reborn and now I’m ready. Ready to take on all-comers. Ready to rage war with anyone who gets in my way. Ready to takes this animal within and let loose. Ready to be destructive. Ready to be ruthless. Ready to be dominant. Ready to be…a champion. I. Am. Ready. For…WAR!
The silhouette can be seen throwing his arms up in a very aggressive gesture, before crouching down to the ground slowly. The camera begins to scroll forward, through the smoke drawing nearer and nearer the figure. The attire is unfamiliar, and somewhat difficult to make out in the low lighting and things are not the way we expect them, such as his hair being seemingly shorter as well as black, to be but never the less it is undeniable who this man is as the camera zooms in beneath the hood to take focus on his face.
Question is Tyler Hart…
Are you…ready… for me?
Seth Frost glares into the camera, his cold eyes blazing with intensity as the image fades to black slowly.
OOC: hmm...figure i'd try something a little different. comments welcome as always