Post by Hawk Boy (H) on May 29, 2012 20:15:42 GMT -5
(FADE IN: on a Die-Hard Wrestling Alliance backdrop pinned against a rugged, crudely laboured brick wall. The lighting is dim however a singular spotlight illuminates the man before it. His golden mask twinkles in the spotlight's glow, face completely hidden behind the black mesh face of his golden mask. He wears a golden suit with a black silk shirt, black Italian loafers and a obnoxiously large gold Rolex on his right arm, which would suggest the man's south-pawed'ness.)
(He stands under six feet and weighs in under two bucks, but he is clearly athletic despite his demur. His arms are folded across his chest as he faces the camera.)
MASKED MAN: Die-Hard Wrestling Alliance. Ah. It is indeed with eager anticipation I address you. I'm sure you're all DYING to hear what I've got to say about the matter of my contract signing here in DHWA.
A home to many talented indivi-(he bursts into laughter)
I apologise. I couldn't finish that last sentence. Talented individuals? More like a horde of barbarians insistent on plaguing the fans at home with their inability to entertain outside of having their pathetic little faces caved in by... (puts a had on his chest)...yours truly.
It is to laugh that these peasants should endure you through their vainglorious banter and wanton threats of destruction. They're unbridled self-glorifying mouths flapping wildly about the victories they allege will take place within the four corners of a wrestling ring.
(He snickers and places his hands on his hips.)
MASKED MAN: Die-Hard Wrestling Alliance... I welcome you to the ERA of Hawk Boy. The Bird of Prey. Talons at the ready to seize the glory of this promotion by the scruff of the neck and feast from it's fatty, fleshy belly.
What I lack in size I make up for with speed. What I lack in power I make up for with precision and finesse. Things NOBODY on this roster can attest to. They might have their flash in the pan catch phrases and two-fifty pounds in the corner but I have what NONE of them posses...
Ability.
It tickles my funny bone that these people have the contempt to call themselves professional wrestlers when they've NEVER had the opportunity to REALLY test themselves against the likes of me.
Hawk Boy.
(He points a stern finger toward the barrel of the camera.)
HAWK BOY: DHWA... The Hawk shall fly toward glory in this wrestling god forsaken promotion and you shall all bathe in the afterglow of my brilliance.
I SHALL be Champion. (fist pump) Oh yes. I shall be Champion.
(FADE TO BLACK on Hawk Boy throwing his head back and cackling maniacally against the DHWA backdrop.)
(He stands under six feet and weighs in under two bucks, but he is clearly athletic despite his demur. His arms are folded across his chest as he faces the camera.)
MASKED MAN: Die-Hard Wrestling Alliance. Ah. It is indeed with eager anticipation I address you. I'm sure you're all DYING to hear what I've got to say about the matter of my contract signing here in DHWA.
A home to many talented indivi-(he bursts into laughter)
I apologise. I couldn't finish that last sentence. Talented individuals? More like a horde of barbarians insistent on plaguing the fans at home with their inability to entertain outside of having their pathetic little faces caved in by... (puts a had on his chest)...yours truly.
It is to laugh that these peasants should endure you through their vainglorious banter and wanton threats of destruction. They're unbridled self-glorifying mouths flapping wildly about the victories they allege will take place within the four corners of a wrestling ring.
(He snickers and places his hands on his hips.)
MASKED MAN: Die-Hard Wrestling Alliance... I welcome you to the ERA of Hawk Boy. The Bird of Prey. Talons at the ready to seize the glory of this promotion by the scruff of the neck and feast from it's fatty, fleshy belly.
What I lack in size I make up for with speed. What I lack in power I make up for with precision and finesse. Things NOBODY on this roster can attest to. They might have their flash in the pan catch phrases and two-fifty pounds in the corner but I have what NONE of them posses...
Ability.
It tickles my funny bone that these people have the contempt to call themselves professional wrestlers when they've NEVER had the opportunity to REALLY test themselves against the likes of me.
Hawk Boy.
(He points a stern finger toward the barrel of the camera.)
HAWK BOY: DHWA... The Hawk shall fly toward glory in this wrestling god forsaken promotion and you shall all bathe in the afterglow of my brilliance.
I SHALL be Champion. (fist pump) Oh yes. I shall be Champion.
(FADE TO BLACK on Hawk Boy throwing his head back and cackling maniacally against the DHWA backdrop.)
