Post by kingnicholai on Nov 30, 2007 17:42:20 GMT -5
We cut to this segmet already in progress. The ring is done up as normal, with the exception of the table in the center. The table in the center is covered in a dark cloth, with a bottle of Bacardi 151, a bottle of Wild Turkey 101, and a Bottle of everclear 140 sitting on it. There are three shot glasses, and one normal sized blue glass sitting beside the respective bottles. Sitting at the table is a tall man in a leather trenchcoat, and what appears to be your standard black singlet. He is wearing leather pants adorned with the words "Hybrid" on his left leg, and "Stigmata" on his right. He possesses long, tangled dark hair and a perpetual five o clock shadow, and is wearing silver-rimmed dark sunglasses. Taking a shot of the 151, he stands up.
"Now, i'm betting you all are wondering just whom I might be, and why a seemingly common man such as me, would decide to wet his whistle inside this squared circle, this gladiatorial arena, this contest of gods, champions.....and Kings?"
Thr crowd looked on in confusion at this outsider. This was obviously a new wrestler, or manager, but they were having a hard time figuring out what this was all about.
The man then takes the shot, and his composure seems to completely change. He stands up straight, takes off the glasses and the coat, and glares at the crowd.
"It's because every single one of you, and I mean EVERY single one of you, is guilty. There's not an honest person left in this bloody world. You are all perfectly content to sit here, and wallow in your own mediocrity, when you don't realize that your potential could be unleashed very easily." He then stops to spit out of the ring, and takes a shot of the Wild Turkey 101. "You see here, PARASITES, I'm put on this fucking earth to be a watcher, and a justicar. None of you think you do anything wrong.....hah. When's the last time you have done something for someone because you felt like making someone happy? Or the last time you spent a dollar on someone besides yourself? That's right, you fucking leeches, you HAVEN'T."
The crowd is booing very heavily at this point, and some food flies into the ring.
Nikolai takes his last shot, the Everclear 140. "Give me a fucking break. Why do you shoot the messenger? You maggots hear the truth, and you reject it. As is the predictable nature of humanity as a fucking whole. Look. I can be your best friend, or your worst enemy.........and that brings me to my next point."
Nikolai then looks up the entrance ramp.
"I'm here to fight, and show you all the error of your ways. All I want at this point is a chance to prove myself. Aside from Sah'ta Thor...a friend of mine, by the way, which might suprise some of you... "
Silence overtakes the crowd at the thought of this nihilistic alcoholic even associating with their extreme icon
"But he knows the world for what it is, and I respect that. Anyhow, i've got a drink and a handshake for anyone willing to give me a chance to prove myself in the squared circle."
He then looks down the ramp and waits.
"Now, i'm betting you all are wondering just whom I might be, and why a seemingly common man such as me, would decide to wet his whistle inside this squared circle, this gladiatorial arena, this contest of gods, champions.....and Kings?"
Thr crowd looked on in confusion at this outsider. This was obviously a new wrestler, or manager, but they were having a hard time figuring out what this was all about.
The man then takes the shot, and his composure seems to completely change. He stands up straight, takes off the glasses and the coat, and glares at the crowd.
"It's because every single one of you, and I mean EVERY single one of you, is guilty. There's not an honest person left in this bloody world. You are all perfectly content to sit here, and wallow in your own mediocrity, when you don't realize that your potential could be unleashed very easily." He then stops to spit out of the ring, and takes a shot of the Wild Turkey 101. "You see here, PARASITES, I'm put on this fucking earth to be a watcher, and a justicar. None of you think you do anything wrong.....hah. When's the last time you have done something for someone because you felt like making someone happy? Or the last time you spent a dollar on someone besides yourself? That's right, you fucking leeches, you HAVEN'T."
The crowd is booing very heavily at this point, and some food flies into the ring.
Nikolai takes his last shot, the Everclear 140. "Give me a fucking break. Why do you shoot the messenger? You maggots hear the truth, and you reject it. As is the predictable nature of humanity as a fucking whole. Look. I can be your best friend, or your worst enemy.........and that brings me to my next point."
Nikolai then looks up the entrance ramp.
"I'm here to fight, and show you all the error of your ways. All I want at this point is a chance to prove myself. Aside from Sah'ta Thor...a friend of mine, by the way, which might suprise some of you... "
Silence overtakes the crowd at the thought of this nihilistic alcoholic even associating with their extreme icon
"But he knows the world for what it is, and I respect that. Anyhow, i've got a drink and a handshake for anyone willing to give me a chance to prove myself in the squared circle."
He then looks down the ramp and waits.
