Post by Kyle on Dec 10, 2017 14:38:03 GMT -6
“They say first impressions define the rest of your time spent in a community. I beg to differ.”
There’s no build up necessary as the scene opens following those words. Just Nathan von Liebert, head of Ward 6, and a brick wall he sat leaning against. A stark scene for the dark man. He sat with knees against his chest, his right hand across them like a bloody handprint. His eyes, two burning brown orbs, stare deep into the camera.
“Because only a fool would think Sebastian Knight and I’s loss to The Guardians would be defining of our place here in UCI. The four of us stepped into the ring and chaos ensued. And, as these things go sometimes, victory was stolen out from beneath those who were rightly deserving. But that’s what happens when you compete against those who are so far into the hole they’ve dug to see the light. Bonnie Blue had to stoop to the point that she interfered in the match when she was not the legal member. And for that, retribution.”
NvL grins.
“In due time, of course. This week, instead of a sequel to our show stealing performance, Sebastian and I have been given an opportunity to continue the establishment our brand against the likes of an over-inflated team known as the Gold Standard. Gold by their own self-proclamation, not by any sort of ability or success in the ring week to week. They were basically handed the keys to the Hypermedia division by Mayor Adams himself yet failed to capitalize in the handicap situation against one L Verez. Failing that, what could they possibly expect against the team that will soon be known as the most dominant ever in this company?”
NvL leans in close to the camera and his word was barely a whisper.
“Annihilation.”
He nods.
“Like the goldsmith standing before the fire, I will break down the ore that entraps what little potential lies beneath the veins of Bobby Robinson and Apollo. Except I intend to leave you in the midst of said purification, melted and unformed on the mat; you will become to glowing sheen beneath my boots after you solidify. I have no intention of building up the tag division around myself; I made that abundantly clear two weeks ago. And though you believe yourself worthy of praise, I will soon prove the inaccuracy of that declaration.”
With a sigh, NvL pushes himself to his feet.
“And truth be told, there’s little more to say. You weren’t worth the effort it took me to find a location to sit, but I did it nevertheless. Not out of respect to you or this company, but out of common courtesy.”
NvL grins a feral grin
“No one likes an a execution without the final last words. I figured I could do that better than you two as well.”
And with that, NvL walks off the camera. The scene fades a moment later
There’s no build up necessary as the scene opens following those words. Just Nathan von Liebert, head of Ward 6, and a brick wall he sat leaning against. A stark scene for the dark man. He sat with knees against his chest, his right hand across them like a bloody handprint. His eyes, two burning brown orbs, stare deep into the camera.
“Because only a fool would think Sebastian Knight and I’s loss to The Guardians would be defining of our place here in UCI. The four of us stepped into the ring and chaos ensued. And, as these things go sometimes, victory was stolen out from beneath those who were rightly deserving. But that’s what happens when you compete against those who are so far into the hole they’ve dug to see the light. Bonnie Blue had to stoop to the point that she interfered in the match when she was not the legal member. And for that, retribution.”
NvL grins.
“In due time, of course. This week, instead of a sequel to our show stealing performance, Sebastian and I have been given an opportunity to continue the establishment our brand against the likes of an over-inflated team known as the Gold Standard. Gold by their own self-proclamation, not by any sort of ability or success in the ring week to week. They were basically handed the keys to the Hypermedia division by Mayor Adams himself yet failed to capitalize in the handicap situation against one L Verez. Failing that, what could they possibly expect against the team that will soon be known as the most dominant ever in this company?”
NvL leans in close to the camera and his word was barely a whisper.
“Annihilation.”
He nods.
“Like the goldsmith standing before the fire, I will break down the ore that entraps what little potential lies beneath the veins of Bobby Robinson and Apollo. Except I intend to leave you in the midst of said purification, melted and unformed on the mat; you will become to glowing sheen beneath my boots after you solidify. I have no intention of building up the tag division around myself; I made that abundantly clear two weeks ago. And though you believe yourself worthy of praise, I will soon prove the inaccuracy of that declaration.”
With a sigh, NvL pushes himself to his feet.
“And truth be told, there’s little more to say. You weren’t worth the effort it took me to find a location to sit, but I did it nevertheless. Not out of respect to you or this company, but out of common courtesy.”
NvL grins a feral grin
“No one likes an a execution without the final last words. I figured I could do that better than you two as well.”
And with that, NvL walks off the camera. The scene fades a moment later
