Syke
October 22nd, 2006, 01:10 AM
The close up view of a male coating his right left hand in white tape fills the screen as we return from an ad break. Or some other segment depending on where Dean places this in the results.
Warriors…
The voice is well known and as the camera zooms out and tilts upward slightly, the face it belongs to is soon in view.
By trait and definition, every man in this roster is one. A warrior of professional wrestling.
The fans all cheer in agreement.
Champions…
Seth pauses to bite a break in the tape before moving to his right hand.
Potentially every man on this roster could be one. But in reality potential doesn’t matter because there can only be one. Several men have already been eliminated from the title hunt and tonight several more will be. The winner tonight would have one three consecutive bouts over two events. Proving himself worthy of this companies highest rank. He would have fulfilled his…destiny.
Seth looks into the camera sarcastically.
Bull****. Destiny? No. There is no destiny. Living under the belief that your life has been pre-written and predetermined is just an easy way to be lazy. An easy way to avoid pain and disappointment. If anything goes wrong you can just step back and say “it wasn’t my time, it wasn’t meant to be”. Sure. It wasn’t meant to be because you didn’t want it bad enough. You didn’t push yourself far enough. Any one of the competitors tonight could become champion. Not because it is his destiny. Not because that’s the way it was written; because he earned it. He pushed himself. He wouldn’t give up and he wouldn’t quit. All these other wrestlers tonight can run their mouths and talk their talk about fulfilling destiny if they want but nothing is destined. Plain and simple.
Seth stands up; his shoulder length black hair is unbound and left to freely cradle his face, playing a cool contrast to the facial hair that is still its natural colour and making his piercing blue eye blaze with an even colder intensity than before. He is fully dressed in his newly debuted attire and looks ready for the ring. And then some.
Destiny is to be made not followed. I’m not going out there tonight under the pretence that the night has already been written in stone. Because I’m a warrior. And a warrior carves his own future; shapes his own destiny. Every action causes a reaction. It’s the things I do that cause whatever happens to me, to happen. To believe that I could win tonight just because it’s ‘how it was supposed to be’ is too easy. It’s one of the things that set me apart from some of the men in these locker rooms. I’m not here for handouts. Am I not here to fight? To compete? To win?
So, as you stand there in that ring with me. Separated by nothing but a few feet, a ref and a ring of the bell, think about how much fight you have in you and then ask yourself one question. “How badly do I want this?” Because I guarantee you, it’s not even half as much as I do.
I could stand here and tell you I’m going to destroy my opponents tonight. I could tell you tonight is my night and plug my own greatness in different ways and clichés. I could even stand here and verbally attack my opponents. But I’d prefer to attack them physically..
Crazy cheers from the fans.
If you thought last week was a war for the title, you haven’t seen anything yet. The war has only just begun. Tonight, I welcome you all to the battlefield. Where men walk in and they’re lucky to walk back out. Welcome to my world, I…
Frost abruptly stops, looks into the camera for a second or two and then walks away without even attempting to finish that sentence.
OOC: short. nowhere near the quality of the rest of these guys but hey, when u just got home (and u can see what time it is) and have to write it in like ten mins to try get some sleep and stop it being late later than it already is you can’t expect much more. Sawwie Dean :(
Warriors…
The voice is well known and as the camera zooms out and tilts upward slightly, the face it belongs to is soon in view.
By trait and definition, every man in this roster is one. A warrior of professional wrestling.
The fans all cheer in agreement.
Champions…
Seth pauses to bite a break in the tape before moving to his right hand.
Potentially every man on this roster could be one. But in reality potential doesn’t matter because there can only be one. Several men have already been eliminated from the title hunt and tonight several more will be. The winner tonight would have one three consecutive bouts over two events. Proving himself worthy of this companies highest rank. He would have fulfilled his…destiny.
Seth looks into the camera sarcastically.
Bull****. Destiny? No. There is no destiny. Living under the belief that your life has been pre-written and predetermined is just an easy way to be lazy. An easy way to avoid pain and disappointment. If anything goes wrong you can just step back and say “it wasn’t my time, it wasn’t meant to be”. Sure. It wasn’t meant to be because you didn’t want it bad enough. You didn’t push yourself far enough. Any one of the competitors tonight could become champion. Not because it is his destiny. Not because that’s the way it was written; because he earned it. He pushed himself. He wouldn’t give up and he wouldn’t quit. All these other wrestlers tonight can run their mouths and talk their talk about fulfilling destiny if they want but nothing is destined. Plain and simple.
Seth stands up; his shoulder length black hair is unbound and left to freely cradle his face, playing a cool contrast to the facial hair that is still its natural colour and making his piercing blue eye blaze with an even colder intensity than before. He is fully dressed in his newly debuted attire and looks ready for the ring. And then some.
Destiny is to be made not followed. I’m not going out there tonight under the pretence that the night has already been written in stone. Because I’m a warrior. And a warrior carves his own future; shapes his own destiny. Every action causes a reaction. It’s the things I do that cause whatever happens to me, to happen. To believe that I could win tonight just because it’s ‘how it was supposed to be’ is too easy. It’s one of the things that set me apart from some of the men in these locker rooms. I’m not here for handouts. Am I not here to fight? To compete? To win?
So, as you stand there in that ring with me. Separated by nothing but a few feet, a ref and a ring of the bell, think about how much fight you have in you and then ask yourself one question. “How badly do I want this?” Because I guarantee you, it’s not even half as much as I do.
I could stand here and tell you I’m going to destroy my opponents tonight. I could tell you tonight is my night and plug my own greatness in different ways and clichés. I could even stand here and verbally attack my opponents. But I’d prefer to attack them physically..
Crazy cheers from the fans.
If you thought last week was a war for the title, you haven’t seen anything yet. The war has only just begun. Tonight, I welcome you all to the battlefield. Where men walk in and they’re lucky to walk back out. Welcome to my world, I…
Frost abruptly stops, looks into the camera for a second or two and then walks away without even attempting to finish that sentence.
OOC: short. nowhere near the quality of the rest of these guys but hey, when u just got home (and u can see what time it is) and have to write it in like ten mins to try get some sleep and stop it being late later than it already is you can’t expect much more. Sawwie Dean :(