Post by deadhead4obama on Jan 19, 2013 3:00:52 GMT -5
IN TIMES OF WAR, IT MATTERS NOT THE WAVE OF MOMENTUM
But how one chooses to ride such wave!
PART ONE OF TWO -- "Through My Eyes"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[As the scene comes into focus, a sprawling feast takes center stage, as well as the big, hulking, hair men surrounding the table! With manners that would make any mother howl with pain, the men, all clad in leather and spikes, rip and gnaw at large consumptions of meat and potatoes. And don't forget the ale! It cannot possibly be a celebratory dinner with finely brewed ale! As the camera pans around, it finally rests at the head of the table, where the ghost white "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ takes up residence. To his immediate left, his fellow newly crowned UWL World Tag Team Champion, "THIRY BELOW" SHAWN RYDER sits, halfway through one massive turkey leg.]
FENRIZ: My friends! My glorious, most wonderful friends! I do thank you for coming here tonight and joining us in celebrating this joyous occasion! While it was certainly not the easiest meal to digest, none the less the cast iron stomach prevailed, and here I am....
..._UWL WOOOOOORRRLLLLLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONNN_!!!
[The dinner crowd shows their support, hooting and hollering as if they were at a rock concert! A true rarity, even Shawn seems to be moved by the support, taking a break from his turkey leg and giving everyone a head nod!]
FENRIZ: As if becoming the best tag team the entire North American Continent has to offer was not enough, Lady Fortune again found it in her to smile down upon the Black Circle Boys yet _AGAIN_!!!
[Collective muttering and nodding of approval...]
FENRIZ: I am happy to announce, my dearest friends, that _DESPITE_ my apprentice's tragic mistake at _CHRISTMAS DINNER_...
...the Black Circle Boys will _STILLLLLL_ be a part of the NAW Tag Team Championship finalllllsss!!!
[The dinner guests go wild, whooping and hollering at full volume! Lark just beams with the outpouring of respect, but quickly regains order again by clinking that glass and knife together.]
FENRIZ: Oh yes!!! The Vice Squad continues to put their faith in the justice and cornflakes, but they fail to understand just how things really work in life! They might begrudge us and demean us because of the choices we make.... the paths in life we take... and how we go about _WINNING_ wrestling matches...
[Collective laugh.]
...but yet here we _ARE_, right there in the main event of the first ever _MELTDOWN_ in a match in which there are no rules and pin falls can count _ANYWHERE_ in the arena!
[IT's easy to tell these guys are excited about the violence ahead!]
FENRIZ: I thought Yule was over, but I guess Alex Morgan decided I still needed one last gift!
[Collective cheer for Morgan, allowing the BCB to do as they wish, despite that putting the rest of the NAW roster in harm's way]
FENRIZ: So while as much I encourage all of us to set back, share stories, and just enjoy this moment.... I have to warn you that we are not yet done. The fight has not yet been won. .so you all will have to come back _NEXT_ week and do this all over again!
[Dramatic pause...]
...because by then we will be the NAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!
[As the crowd again turns back into his rawkus self, Lark lifts his glass high in the air and the men give each a boastful toast before returning to their gluttony!]
[Darkness evolves...]
PART TWO OF TWO -- "Learning from Icarus"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[It's hard to tell if the darkness really did dissolve the whole way, or if it somehow got stuck half way. But yet, the large imposing shelves filled with all sorts of medals and trophies are still very visible to the naked high. Also visible is the seven foot tall giant cloaked head to toe in a black robe, as he slowly meanders his way up the aisle way.]
THE WOLF: Do not fret, Vice Squad.... You do not need to go to Mr. Morgan and plead to have the rules changed so you can swing a chair without hating yourself this time around...
...I already took care of that for you!
[He offers up a snicker, taking a moment to linger at one specific item it seems.]
THE WOLF: I figured such a nice gesture was only in order for ruining your coronation as NAW Tag Team Champions after all!
[More sinister of laugh this time, but brief in duration...]
THE WOLF: I know when you saw my squire laying there, in that mess of a perfectly good Christmas dinner, you felt so confident, so over joyed... so extremely convinced that if somehow you got the _BEST_ of the Black Circle Boys...
..that there is no way those titles were not going to end up around your waist!
[Pausing, He moves away from whatever he was looking at and onto the next task.]
THE WOLF: Honestly, had there not been a change of plans...
[Evil laugh...]
THE WOLF: ...those titles very well would have ended up around your waist! There _IS_ a reason I have chosen you, out of all the teams signed by NAW, to destroy first. Quite frankly, there is not a single other team on the roster that should even be let _NEAR_ a wrestling ring, let alone work for such a grand promotion as Mr. Morgan has created himself here!
[He pauses again, but only with his words. His slow pace never slows.]
THE WOLF: But alas... As life has its way and continues to spin its webs of cruel misfortune, your golden dreams are not to be. Despite unbelievably _losing_ their qualify match, here comes the Black Circle Boys to set your dreams on fire!
[Reaching the end of the one aisle way, He finally stops and turns, facing straight towards the camera.]
THE WOLF: As you can tell from the plagues and banners on the wall to the all trophies and memorabilia in these case... In the many years I have spent upon this Earth, I have enjoyed a quite a bit of success. That is why I am where I am in my life... that is why I am busy training Shawn the way I am, because all of this...
[He motions to the shelves behind him. The numerous, numerous shelves.]
THE WOLF: ...of this needs to be looked for and _cared_ for when I am no longer able....
THE WOLF: That is not the point of this story, though. The _point_ is, my dear Vice Squad... is that while it would be a lie to say I do not enjoy winning championships these days, even after accumulating more than enough of them over the years, there is something I do quite honestly... Most positively and absolutely enjoy _MOOOORE_ in my old age...
_KEEPING_ them away from those that want them more than _ANYTHING_ in the world!
[He offers up another sinister, bone chilling laugh.]
THE WOLF: And I will keep them away from you, Vice Squad. I was content on letting you win them at least once because it very _ENJOYABLE_ watching someone exist in this world feeling like they have lost a piece of themselves....
...but apparently our Lord almighty felt different about things!
[He tilts his head to one side, only briefing pausing.]
THE WOLF: The end of WBSW was marked by the Black Circle Boys putting helpless, shameless fools through flaming tables and laying claim the grandest prize in all of the North American continent for tag teams... the UWL Tag Team Titles...
[And tilt to the other...]
THE WOLF" Thus, it is certainly only _FITTING_ that the very beginning of NAW will be marked by the Black Circle Boys beating worthless and brainless coppers into submission... claiming themselves _MORE_ gold to go home with!
[He pauses, those glowing evil red orbs brightening in power...]
THE WOLF: Fight it, deny it... In the end, you will...
[Dramatic pause.]
...become my _DINNER_!
[Darkness evolves!]
But how one chooses to ride such wave!
PART ONE OF TWO -- "Through My Eyes"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[As the scene comes into focus, a sprawling feast takes center stage, as well as the big, hulking, hair men surrounding the table! With manners that would make any mother howl with pain, the men, all clad in leather and spikes, rip and gnaw at large consumptions of meat and potatoes. And don't forget the ale! It cannot possibly be a celebratory dinner with finely brewed ale! As the camera pans around, it finally rests at the head of the table, where the ghost white "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ takes up residence. To his immediate left, his fellow newly crowned UWL World Tag Team Champion, "THIRY BELOW" SHAWN RYDER sits, halfway through one massive turkey leg.]
FENRIZ: My friends! My glorious, most wonderful friends! I do thank you for coming here tonight and joining us in celebrating this joyous occasion! While it was certainly not the easiest meal to digest, none the less the cast iron stomach prevailed, and here I am....
..._UWL WOOOOOORRRLLLLLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONNN_!!!
[The dinner crowd shows their support, hooting and hollering as if they were at a rock concert! A true rarity, even Shawn seems to be moved by the support, taking a break from his turkey leg and giving everyone a head nod!]
FENRIZ: As if becoming the best tag team the entire North American Continent has to offer was not enough, Lady Fortune again found it in her to smile down upon the Black Circle Boys yet _AGAIN_!!!
[Collective muttering and nodding of approval...]
FENRIZ: I am happy to announce, my dearest friends, that _DESPITE_ my apprentice's tragic mistake at _CHRISTMAS DINNER_...
...the Black Circle Boys will _STILLLLLL_ be a part of the NAW Tag Team Championship finalllllsss!!!
[The dinner guests go wild, whooping and hollering at full volume! Lark just beams with the outpouring of respect, but quickly regains order again by clinking that glass and knife together.]
FENRIZ: Oh yes!!! The Vice Squad continues to put their faith in the justice and cornflakes, but they fail to understand just how things really work in life! They might begrudge us and demean us because of the choices we make.... the paths in life we take... and how we go about _WINNING_ wrestling matches...
[Collective laugh.]
...but yet here we _ARE_, right there in the main event of the first ever _MELTDOWN_ in a match in which there are no rules and pin falls can count _ANYWHERE_ in the arena!
[IT's easy to tell these guys are excited about the violence ahead!]
FENRIZ: I thought Yule was over, but I guess Alex Morgan decided I still needed one last gift!
[Collective cheer for Morgan, allowing the BCB to do as they wish, despite that putting the rest of the NAW roster in harm's way]
FENRIZ: So while as much I encourage all of us to set back, share stories, and just enjoy this moment.... I have to warn you that we are not yet done. The fight has not yet been won. .so you all will have to come back _NEXT_ week and do this all over again!
[Dramatic pause...]
...because by then we will be the NAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!
[As the crowd again turns back into his rawkus self, Lark lifts his glass high in the air and the men give each a boastful toast before returning to their gluttony!]
[Darkness evolves...]
PART TWO OF TWO -- "Learning from Icarus"
[Darkness dissolves...]
[It's hard to tell if the darkness really did dissolve the whole way, or if it somehow got stuck half way. But yet, the large imposing shelves filled with all sorts of medals and trophies are still very visible to the naked high. Also visible is the seven foot tall giant cloaked head to toe in a black robe, as he slowly meanders his way up the aisle way.]
THE WOLF: Do not fret, Vice Squad.... You do not need to go to Mr. Morgan and plead to have the rules changed so you can swing a chair without hating yourself this time around...
...I already took care of that for you!
[He offers up a snicker, taking a moment to linger at one specific item it seems.]
THE WOLF: I figured such a nice gesture was only in order for ruining your coronation as NAW Tag Team Champions after all!
[More sinister of laugh this time, but brief in duration...]
THE WOLF: I know when you saw my squire laying there, in that mess of a perfectly good Christmas dinner, you felt so confident, so over joyed... so extremely convinced that if somehow you got the _BEST_ of the Black Circle Boys...
..that there is no way those titles were not going to end up around your waist!
[Pausing, He moves away from whatever he was looking at and onto the next task.]
THE WOLF: Honestly, had there not been a change of plans...
[Evil laugh...]
THE WOLF: ...those titles very well would have ended up around your waist! There _IS_ a reason I have chosen you, out of all the teams signed by NAW, to destroy first. Quite frankly, there is not a single other team on the roster that should even be let _NEAR_ a wrestling ring, let alone work for such a grand promotion as Mr. Morgan has created himself here!
[He pauses again, but only with his words. His slow pace never slows.]
THE WOLF: But alas... As life has its way and continues to spin its webs of cruel misfortune, your golden dreams are not to be. Despite unbelievably _losing_ their qualify match, here comes the Black Circle Boys to set your dreams on fire!
[Reaching the end of the one aisle way, He finally stops and turns, facing straight towards the camera.]
THE WOLF: As you can tell from the plagues and banners on the wall to the all trophies and memorabilia in these case... In the many years I have spent upon this Earth, I have enjoyed a quite a bit of success. That is why I am where I am in my life... that is why I am busy training Shawn the way I am, because all of this...
[He motions to the shelves behind him. The numerous, numerous shelves.]
THE WOLF: ...of this needs to be looked for and _cared_ for when I am no longer able....
THE WOLF: That is not the point of this story, though. The _point_ is, my dear Vice Squad... is that while it would be a lie to say I do not enjoy winning championships these days, even after accumulating more than enough of them over the years, there is something I do quite honestly... Most positively and absolutely enjoy _MOOOORE_ in my old age...
_KEEPING_ them away from those that want them more than _ANYTHING_ in the world!
[He offers up another sinister, bone chilling laugh.]
THE WOLF: And I will keep them away from you, Vice Squad. I was content on letting you win them at least once because it very _ENJOYABLE_ watching someone exist in this world feeling like they have lost a piece of themselves....
...but apparently our Lord almighty felt different about things!
[He tilts his head to one side, only briefing pausing.]
THE WOLF: The end of WBSW was marked by the Black Circle Boys putting helpless, shameless fools through flaming tables and laying claim the grandest prize in all of the North American continent for tag teams... the UWL Tag Team Titles...
[And tilt to the other...]
THE WOLF" Thus, it is certainly only _FITTING_ that the very beginning of NAW will be marked by the Black Circle Boys beating worthless and brainless coppers into submission... claiming themselves _MORE_ gold to go home with!
[He pauses, those glowing evil red orbs brightening in power...]
THE WOLF: Fight it, deny it... In the end, you will...
[Dramatic pause.]
...become my _DINNER_!
[Darkness evolves!]