Post by steidman on Jul 29, 2012 21:23:19 GMT -5
[Scene opens up out in a open area surrounded by woods. The camera pans around, getting oriented to the terrain and surroundings. The camera spots a familiar man walking along a path. That man is no other than the infamous Bloodhound. The camera is also picking up the sound of several dogs barking. As the camera begins to follow Bloodhound, the barking becomes louder until a small building comes into view near the edge of the woods. The building is surrounded by a eight foot chain link fence and as the camera gets closer can see several separate kennels connected to the building with dogs coming in and out in anticipation of Bloodhound’s arrival. Bloodhound reaches the door to the chain link fence and unlocks it with a key. The camera follows Bloodhound as he opens a second door to enter the building. The dogs barking reaches a feverous roar until Bloodhound yells something in another language. All the dogs quickly become silent and begin to line up at each of their respective doors. Bloodhound grabs a bag from a table and begins to approach the first cage.]
Bloodhound: My good friend, Husk. Have you been behaving yourself and not stirring up any trouble.
[Bloodhound opens the door to reveal a tan and black German Shepard, obediently sitting in front of his cage door as Bloodhound bends down and pats the tops of his head]
Bloodhound: You know what impresses me about German Shepards, their intelligence. German Shepard have the ability to learn simple tasks after only five repetitions and obeyed the first command given 95% of the time. Coupled with their strength, this trait makes the breed desirable as guard dogs, as they are able to quickly learn various tasks and interpret instructions better than other large breeds.
[Bloodhound reaches into his bag and pulls out a piece of jerky. He places it on the snout of Husk, who continues to sit their obdiently, barely making a move]
Bloodhound: That is something I have prided myself on, becoming proficient quickly in the skills needed to complete the task before. It started of with tracking, learning to spot the slightest evidence to catch my prey. Then, as a Marine sniper, I honed my skilled with a rifle faster than any Marine have ever done before. And now, I have quickly adapted again, to my new skill set breaking down opponents in the ring. I have dedicated on becoming the best at what I do, and doing it as quickly as possible. And just like this upcoming Monday, even though I will be fighting against the unknown, it will not take me long to quickly adapt, to learn my opponent’s weaknesses, and to exploit them. This is not over confidence, this is not cockiness, this is simply what it is, excellence, and as just my like friend Husk here, I will not stop until I reach perfection. I do not care who is in front of me, a harlot, a reckless fool, or a little man whose mother did not love him enough.
[Bloodhound finishes patting Husk and stands up. Again, in a foreign language, Bloodhound gives an order to Husk, who immediately snatches the jerky from his mouth and begins to quickly devour the tasty treat. Bloodhound throws a couple of me jerky strips on the ground in front of Husk and closes the door to his kennel. He then turns around and approaches another dog two slots across from Husk. This time the camera can identify the type of dog before Bloodhound opens the kennel door. It is a Doberman, also sitting their obdiently, with his ears pointed straight up, waiting for his master. Bloodhound the kennel door and reaches down, petting the large doberman on the back of his neck]
Bloodhound: And here is another fine speciman. Dakota here has one nasty mean streak, don’t you boy. You are not too friendly with strangers are you now
[Bloodhound continues to pet Dakota, you seems very laid back and not aggressive at all. The camera begins to get closer to Bloodhound and Dakota, causing the dog to start vicouosly snarl. Dakota is now aware of the presence of a stranger, and starts to become more aggressive. The camera is frozen, not sure where to move but is quickly realizing that the dog is ready to attack at any moment. Suddenly, Dakota lunges at the camera, attempting to bite the stranger to his home. The camera shakes as it falls backwards, and as it pans back up, Bloodhound has a grasp of Dakota by his collar, as he restraining the dog who is desperately trying to attack the camera.]
Bloodhound: That is what I love about Dakota, her aggression. It has been said that a Doberman bite is one of the most powerful in the world and that when they are threatened, they could take a man’s arm clean off. It is something that I have admired and brought into my life, the ruthless aggression that is sometimes needed. Especially when you know the odds are stack against, like they will be on this Monday night. But just like any Doberman, I am not going to back down from a fight. No, I have become quite accustomed of using my hands to dismantle my enemy, most men, but Monday I will make an exception for the little Russian. In fact, I will try to save my ruthless aggression just for you, that is if you are still here in this country. But I would fret your pretty little head about being illegal, it seems that my country no longer thinks we have a border anymore, but that is for another time.
[Bloodhound pulls Dakota back into the kennel and throws several of the jerky strips on the ground that Dakota quickly snatches up. It seems that Bloodhound purposely led the camera man knowing that the Doberman would become aggressive and lash out. Bloodhound shuts the kennel door and begins to proceed to the last of the kennels. The camera arrives to see an older dog lying on the ground, and upon seeing Bloodhound, begins to wag his tail without getting up. It is clear that this dog is much older than the other ones in the building and looks to be on its last days. Bloodhound opens the kennel door and as the dog slowly gets up Bloodhound kneels down to ease the dog’s burden. He grabs a several strips of jerky and immediately begins to give the dog treats]
Bloodhound: And now for my name sake, Satch, a true hunter and tracker, the best I have ever seen. It is true that Bloodhound have some of the greatest senses in the world, especially their ability to smell what they are tracking. And Ole Satch here, well, if you just gave him the faintest whiff of scent, well then you are as good as caught. Satch has helped me track black bears, mountain lions, and even grey wolves. And every time he would start of with a few strands of fur, or the scent of days old urine, but when the scent got stuck in his nose, there was nothing stopping him.
[Satch lays back down as Bloodhound begins to pat his back and scratch behind his ears. The dog is completely docile, ignoring the camera and simply allowing his master to scratch that perfect spot]
Bloodhound: I was always fascinated with a Bloodhound’s keen senses, that I at an earlier age I began to train my own. I would often lay, quietly in a field, with my eyes shut, allowing my ears to focus on the many sounds of the woods, to concentrate to where my prey was hiding. I was able to fine tune my hearing so well that I could hear a man breathing from 100 yards away. Then, I would focus on my sight, in which I was already born with 20/20. My development grew exponentially as I was forced to concentrate through a small lens, often for hours on end. I got to the point that I could see a fly on a wall fro over a mile away. But it is my sense of smell that I pride myself on. After years of hunting game, and then stalking the most sadistic men in the world, I have become acquainted with a unique smell, one whose stench can never be mistaken for. Something that I smell from all three of my opponents this week, the smell of fear. You see, all three of my opponents, whether they know or not, are scared to enter that ring, they are scared of facing the unknown, they scared that if they lose they will be sent home. Vulcan, he is so fearful that all he is worried about making a good impression on the MPW nation, on Bill Adams. Instead of worrying about the fans or what some paper pusher thinks, he needs to be worrying about how he is going to survive Monday night. Then there is little Sonja, and her broken english, who is so fearful that she will be deported from this country that she is seeking shelter from nuns. Yeah, she may not be so worried about Vulcan or that other loser, but she knows what is waiting for her when she faces me in the ring. And trust me, I will be making the KGB looks like the boy scouts. And that nobody Aaron Knight, well he is scared shitless, already pissed himself and probably will not even have the courage to show his face. But none of this matters, the time for talk is over and we will find out who belongs in the MPW tomorrow night. But let me just give you three a little warning, just like my dogs here, my bite is worse than my bark.
[And with that Bloodhound continues to pet on Satch as the camera begins to back down the aisle of the building to the entrance, as all the dogs bark at the movement.]
Bloodhound: My good friend, Husk. Have you been behaving yourself and not stirring up any trouble.
[Bloodhound opens the door to reveal a tan and black German Shepard, obediently sitting in front of his cage door as Bloodhound bends down and pats the tops of his head]
Bloodhound: You know what impresses me about German Shepards, their intelligence. German Shepard have the ability to learn simple tasks after only five repetitions and obeyed the first command given 95% of the time. Coupled with their strength, this trait makes the breed desirable as guard dogs, as they are able to quickly learn various tasks and interpret instructions better than other large breeds.
[Bloodhound reaches into his bag and pulls out a piece of jerky. He places it on the snout of Husk, who continues to sit their obdiently, barely making a move]
Bloodhound: That is something I have prided myself on, becoming proficient quickly in the skills needed to complete the task before. It started of with tracking, learning to spot the slightest evidence to catch my prey. Then, as a Marine sniper, I honed my skilled with a rifle faster than any Marine have ever done before. And now, I have quickly adapted again, to my new skill set breaking down opponents in the ring. I have dedicated on becoming the best at what I do, and doing it as quickly as possible. And just like this upcoming Monday, even though I will be fighting against the unknown, it will not take me long to quickly adapt, to learn my opponent’s weaknesses, and to exploit them. This is not over confidence, this is not cockiness, this is simply what it is, excellence, and as just my like friend Husk here, I will not stop until I reach perfection. I do not care who is in front of me, a harlot, a reckless fool, or a little man whose mother did not love him enough.
[Bloodhound finishes patting Husk and stands up. Again, in a foreign language, Bloodhound gives an order to Husk, who immediately snatches the jerky from his mouth and begins to quickly devour the tasty treat. Bloodhound throws a couple of me jerky strips on the ground in front of Husk and closes the door to his kennel. He then turns around and approaches another dog two slots across from Husk. This time the camera can identify the type of dog before Bloodhound opens the kennel door. It is a Doberman, also sitting their obdiently, with his ears pointed straight up, waiting for his master. Bloodhound the kennel door and reaches down, petting the large doberman on the back of his neck]
Bloodhound: And here is another fine speciman. Dakota here has one nasty mean streak, don’t you boy. You are not too friendly with strangers are you now
[Bloodhound continues to pet Dakota, you seems very laid back and not aggressive at all. The camera begins to get closer to Bloodhound and Dakota, causing the dog to start vicouosly snarl. Dakota is now aware of the presence of a stranger, and starts to become more aggressive. The camera is frozen, not sure where to move but is quickly realizing that the dog is ready to attack at any moment. Suddenly, Dakota lunges at the camera, attempting to bite the stranger to his home. The camera shakes as it falls backwards, and as it pans back up, Bloodhound has a grasp of Dakota by his collar, as he restraining the dog who is desperately trying to attack the camera.]
Bloodhound: That is what I love about Dakota, her aggression. It has been said that a Doberman bite is one of the most powerful in the world and that when they are threatened, they could take a man’s arm clean off. It is something that I have admired and brought into my life, the ruthless aggression that is sometimes needed. Especially when you know the odds are stack against, like they will be on this Monday night. But just like any Doberman, I am not going to back down from a fight. No, I have become quite accustomed of using my hands to dismantle my enemy, most men, but Monday I will make an exception for the little Russian. In fact, I will try to save my ruthless aggression just for you, that is if you are still here in this country. But I would fret your pretty little head about being illegal, it seems that my country no longer thinks we have a border anymore, but that is for another time.
[Bloodhound pulls Dakota back into the kennel and throws several of the jerky strips on the ground that Dakota quickly snatches up. It seems that Bloodhound purposely led the camera man knowing that the Doberman would become aggressive and lash out. Bloodhound shuts the kennel door and begins to proceed to the last of the kennels. The camera arrives to see an older dog lying on the ground, and upon seeing Bloodhound, begins to wag his tail without getting up. It is clear that this dog is much older than the other ones in the building and looks to be on its last days. Bloodhound opens the kennel door and as the dog slowly gets up Bloodhound kneels down to ease the dog’s burden. He grabs a several strips of jerky and immediately begins to give the dog treats]
Bloodhound: And now for my name sake, Satch, a true hunter and tracker, the best I have ever seen. It is true that Bloodhound have some of the greatest senses in the world, especially their ability to smell what they are tracking. And Ole Satch here, well, if you just gave him the faintest whiff of scent, well then you are as good as caught. Satch has helped me track black bears, mountain lions, and even grey wolves. And every time he would start of with a few strands of fur, or the scent of days old urine, but when the scent got stuck in his nose, there was nothing stopping him.
[Satch lays back down as Bloodhound begins to pat his back and scratch behind his ears. The dog is completely docile, ignoring the camera and simply allowing his master to scratch that perfect spot]
Bloodhound: I was always fascinated with a Bloodhound’s keen senses, that I at an earlier age I began to train my own. I would often lay, quietly in a field, with my eyes shut, allowing my ears to focus on the many sounds of the woods, to concentrate to where my prey was hiding. I was able to fine tune my hearing so well that I could hear a man breathing from 100 yards away. Then, I would focus on my sight, in which I was already born with 20/20. My development grew exponentially as I was forced to concentrate through a small lens, often for hours on end. I got to the point that I could see a fly on a wall fro over a mile away. But it is my sense of smell that I pride myself on. After years of hunting game, and then stalking the most sadistic men in the world, I have become acquainted with a unique smell, one whose stench can never be mistaken for. Something that I smell from all three of my opponents this week, the smell of fear. You see, all three of my opponents, whether they know or not, are scared to enter that ring, they are scared of facing the unknown, they scared that if they lose they will be sent home. Vulcan, he is so fearful that all he is worried about making a good impression on the MPW nation, on Bill Adams. Instead of worrying about the fans or what some paper pusher thinks, he needs to be worrying about how he is going to survive Monday night. Then there is little Sonja, and her broken english, who is so fearful that she will be deported from this country that she is seeking shelter from nuns. Yeah, she may not be so worried about Vulcan or that other loser, but she knows what is waiting for her when she faces me in the ring. And trust me, I will be making the KGB looks like the boy scouts. And that nobody Aaron Knight, well he is scared shitless, already pissed himself and probably will not even have the courage to show his face. But none of this matters, the time for talk is over and we will find out who belongs in the MPW tomorrow night. But let me just give you three a little warning, just like my dogs here, my bite is worse than my bark.
[And with that Bloodhound continues to pet on Satch as the camera begins to back down the aisle of the building to the entrance, as all the dogs bark at the movement.]