Post by steidman on Jul 18, 2012 14:07:08 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a dark warehouse. As the camera pans the dark space, a lone light is spotted in the middle of the warehouse. In the middle of the cone of a light is a silhouette of man, with his back to the camera. The man is standing in front of a work bench, quietly assembly something that the camera can not make out. The camera slowly approaches and the man, sensing the camera, begins to speak]
Man: I spent three years in the mountains of the Afghanistan, hunting down some of the vilest men on this Earth. I would study their habits, their known associates, their family, patiently waiting until they made a mistake, until they create the moment that I needed.
[The man slaps a metal object into place making a large clicking noise. He continues to ignore the camera and work on whatever is on the work bench]
Man: I became so good that my fellow Marines gave the nickname “Bloodhound” because I always got my target. No matter how weak the trail, how little intel on a target, the faintest whiff of his scent and he was mine. But apparently, I became to good at my job, priorities changed, and no longer were these vile men valued targets. No, the higher ups felt that because of there corrupt ways that they could be easily be bought off, and there atrocities to their people could be ignored.
[The man takes a deep pause as the camera begins to pan around the man only know as Bloodhound and reveals that he has been assembly a large sniper rifle. He locks the bolt back into place and begins speaking]
Bloodhound: But that time in my life is over and I have moved onto new challenges, onto a new hunt. Little over a year ago, I started in Ultimate Profession Wrestling, taking out each man on the roster, no one able to rise up as worthy game. I continued to hone my skill and craft in the ring, meticulously studying my opponents, taking them down one by one. I went to the Star Wrestling League but still no one could provide my thirst for a worthy adversary.
[Bloodhound lifts the sniper rifle into his shoulder and slowly peers down into the scope]
Bloodhound: And now I am here, in Millennium Pro Wrestling, looking for a worthy opponent, someone who can take the hunt to the next level, some one who is willing to step up and provide me the ultimate challenge. I am not worry about padding my wall with championship. I am hoping that I came to the right place, that all the talk about the MPW being where the best of the best go, where the top athletes in the world compete. I am hoping that in my quest to find the ultimate opponent, that the MPW will not fail me. So I am issuing a challenge, to anyone on the roster who thinks they can provide me with the challenge that I am looking for. So let the hunt begin!
[Camera fades to black as Bloodhound goes back to working on his weapon]
Man: I spent three years in the mountains of the Afghanistan, hunting down some of the vilest men on this Earth. I would study their habits, their known associates, their family, patiently waiting until they made a mistake, until they create the moment that I needed.
[The man slaps a metal object into place making a large clicking noise. He continues to ignore the camera and work on whatever is on the work bench]
Man: I became so good that my fellow Marines gave the nickname “Bloodhound” because I always got my target. No matter how weak the trail, how little intel on a target, the faintest whiff of his scent and he was mine. But apparently, I became to good at my job, priorities changed, and no longer were these vile men valued targets. No, the higher ups felt that because of there corrupt ways that they could be easily be bought off, and there atrocities to their people could be ignored.
[The man takes a deep pause as the camera begins to pan around the man only know as Bloodhound and reveals that he has been assembly a large sniper rifle. He locks the bolt back into place and begins speaking]
Bloodhound: But that time in my life is over and I have moved onto new challenges, onto a new hunt. Little over a year ago, I started in Ultimate Profession Wrestling, taking out each man on the roster, no one able to rise up as worthy game. I continued to hone my skill and craft in the ring, meticulously studying my opponents, taking them down one by one. I went to the Star Wrestling League but still no one could provide my thirst for a worthy adversary.
[Bloodhound lifts the sniper rifle into his shoulder and slowly peers down into the scope]
Bloodhound: And now I am here, in Millennium Pro Wrestling, looking for a worthy opponent, someone who can take the hunt to the next level, some one who is willing to step up and provide me the ultimate challenge. I am not worry about padding my wall with championship. I am hoping that I came to the right place, that all the talk about the MPW being where the best of the best go, where the top athletes in the world compete. I am hoping that in my quest to find the ultimate opponent, that the MPW will not fail me. So I am issuing a challenge, to anyone on the roster who thinks they can provide me with the challenge that I am looking for. So let the hunt begin!
[Camera fades to black as Bloodhound goes back to working on his weapon]