Post by steidman on Aug 17, 2012 15:01:48 GMT -5
[The scene opens with the sound of wind rushing by the camera. It is dark out but the light from Las Vegas allows the camera to discern where it is. AS the camera pans around, it is becomes clear that it is on top of a Las Vegas building, somewhere in the middle of the strip as the camera spots several of the themed casinos. Near the edge of the rooftop is a catwalk and a man silhouette can be seen looking out onto the city. The camera begins to make its way over to the silhouette and after a minute, the man becomes visible as Bloodhound.]
Bloodhound: I enjoy spending time up here, quiet, all to my self, do not have the distractions from all those pathetic losers down there. Up here, I am able to concentrate, to focus my mind on what matters. Being up here reminds me of my time spent in the rugged terrain of Afghanistan, where I was in solitude many times with only my thoughts and the rustle of the wind. It was a time that I was truly able to attenuate senses, to learn on how to focus on one sense at a time. First, I would concentrate on my hearing, learning to distinguish the small discernable sounds between a tree branch rustling or a small animal scurrying through the terrain. Many times I would lay, silently waiting for my target upon a trail, concentrating on the different sounds made between man and women, child and adult, tall or short. I was able to master my sense of hearing so well that I could often lay in my position, half asleep, until I heard the distinct characteristic of an old, fat terrorist who had a limp in his right leg from shrapnel.
Bloodhound: But that was taken away from me, because I became too good and what I do, my ability to master my senses were no longer needed. And I was forced to move on, to find something else for satisfy my desire to fine-tune my mind and body. And arrived here to Las Vegas hoping that the MPW would be the next place for me do that. I came here hoping that I would be put in a position to requiring to spend time concentrating on making myself better, to perfecting myself to withstand any threat, any obstacle thrown my way. But things have not lived up to the hopes that I have had, instead the glorious management have felt it necessary to put me in an endless parade of matches do not provide me the one-on-one challenge that I crave.
[Bloodhound pauses for a second as his disgust on failing to find a worthy opponents settles across his face. He curls his hand into a fist and pounds on the railing in anger.]
Bloodhound: And just as my superiors in Afghanistan wasted my talents because they were spineless cowards, so is the management here wasting my time and patience, forcing me to compete some juvenile competition to determine who will receive a shot at the world title. Who the f$%! Cares about the world title?!? All it is a piece of scrap metal!! What is more important is competition, about striving to take yourself to the limits and still come out on top. But this roll of the dice tournament is only designed for those who only care about a meaningless paperweight, which is a tragedy. Just like all those pathetic losers down there, hoping bet their life savings to win the big jackpot, it is all for nothing, as they will piss away everything they have for nothing.
[After the recent dialogue suggests that Bloodhound has lost his patience, he seems to calm down some, as something pops into his head.]
Bloodhound: But I refuse to let the bumbling idiots prevent me from finding a challenge. Instead of using this time to win, I plan to use my senses to determine which of these competitors if any can become the competitor able to take my abilities to the next level. Surely, one of them must have the skill, the strength and endurance, the mental acuity that I am searching for. Lets see, who among them is worthy of my attention. One would suppose that with a name like Rage, that he might be a man that would require 100% of my attention. He seems to have the same disdain for management that I have and has no problems getting physical. But he runs around in a little group, preying on the weak. And judging from what I see, he is to busy playing grab ass with his buddy Johnny and worrying about what transpired in another organization. Maybe when he is laying in the ring in defeat he will have the focus needed to provide me my challenge. But until then, we will mark him off the list.
[Bloodhound then thinks of the next competitor in the match]
Bloodhound: Then there is John Fisherman and Kurt Newman. The former is more worry about his image, the latter ismore worry about finding a hold to plug. I serious doubt that either man will be the opponent that I ma searching for. It is amazing that of all wrestlers that advanced in this little tournament that these to made it. Newman definitely lacks the focus that a superior competitor needs, he will be busier chasing around Fisherman’s “business” manager than paying attention to his opponents. And before he knows, his inferior skills will be outmatched by my superiority and he will be writhing in pain as I lock in the Kill. As for Fisherman, if you think facing that pathetic dweeb Chicken everyday will get you prepared for the violence you will experience in the ring, then you better think again. It seems that you are more interested with a hooded man, the man you claimed cheated you out of a victory by using the brass knucks you brought into the ring. While admire your “win it at all costs” attitude, your obsession with claiming the TV title makes me wonder if you are committed to being the worthy competitor that I seek. And just like Newman, you too will be lying on the mat this Monday night as I continue seeking for the ultimate challenger.
[Bloodhound pauses again, going over who is left in the match. There are only two men he has not named yet, two men that Bloodhound is taking his time thinking about before he begins to speak.]
Bloodhound: Then there is the mystery man, Enigma. Him and partner showed up to the MPW and have made quite a little name for themselves and have enjoyed some success thus far. I wonder what he is hiding behind that mask, what he is he afraid of showing. No matter his reasons, he can definitely handle himself inside the ring, with a mixture of power and cunningness to attack his opponents’ weaknesses. I like what I have seen of him so far but I am little worried about all his extracurricular activities involving his partner. It seems that his is mixed up with a nefarious bunch, the type of guys that I used to dispose of when they became to big or too dangerous. I am not sure Enigma’s mind is concentrating on what matters inside the ring, too worry about starting a rebellion of freedom and tracking down random people in hotel rooms. Enigma, I just have one suggestion for your, drop all the other bullshit and focus on competing in the ring. You show signs of being the competitor I crave, the blend of strength, intelligence, and determination. I just hope you do not let me down this Monday.
Bloodhound: And that just leaves me with the North American Champion Aiden Caine, poster boy for the MPW and the first champion crowned. You have had quite the run and I have enjoyed your matches with Apostle Kried. While I do not put much stock into your championship credentials, I do admire how you try to strive to be the best no matter the odds. And you have shown to be a savvy competitor in between the ropes and even on outside of the ring. You can quickly adapt in your environment, utilizing your strengths to overcome your enemy. But I have to wonder what it will be like when you face some real competition, I mean so far you have beaten one man twice who has since been relegated to the kiddy division, a groupie chick, and well, I cannot remember who else you have beaten. It will be interesting to see how you react to a real fighter, someone not intimidated by you, someone who has been studying your every move, finding your weaknesses and developing a strategy to take you down as quickly, and painfully as possible. I hope you are up for the challenge, and for the rest of you, let the hunt begin.
[With that Bloodhound turns his back to the camera and begins to walk down the catwalk to the roof access. The camera fades to black as Bloodhound disappears through the access door.]
Bloodhound: I enjoy spending time up here, quiet, all to my self, do not have the distractions from all those pathetic losers down there. Up here, I am able to concentrate, to focus my mind on what matters. Being up here reminds me of my time spent in the rugged terrain of Afghanistan, where I was in solitude many times with only my thoughts and the rustle of the wind. It was a time that I was truly able to attenuate senses, to learn on how to focus on one sense at a time. First, I would concentrate on my hearing, learning to distinguish the small discernable sounds between a tree branch rustling or a small animal scurrying through the terrain. Many times I would lay, silently waiting for my target upon a trail, concentrating on the different sounds made between man and women, child and adult, tall or short. I was able to master my sense of hearing so well that I could often lay in my position, half asleep, until I heard the distinct characteristic of an old, fat terrorist who had a limp in his right leg from shrapnel.
Bloodhound: But that was taken away from me, because I became too good and what I do, my ability to master my senses were no longer needed. And I was forced to move on, to find something else for satisfy my desire to fine-tune my mind and body. And arrived here to Las Vegas hoping that the MPW would be the next place for me do that. I came here hoping that I would be put in a position to requiring to spend time concentrating on making myself better, to perfecting myself to withstand any threat, any obstacle thrown my way. But things have not lived up to the hopes that I have had, instead the glorious management have felt it necessary to put me in an endless parade of matches do not provide me the one-on-one challenge that I crave.
[Bloodhound pauses for a second as his disgust on failing to find a worthy opponents settles across his face. He curls his hand into a fist and pounds on the railing in anger.]
Bloodhound: And just as my superiors in Afghanistan wasted my talents because they were spineless cowards, so is the management here wasting my time and patience, forcing me to compete some juvenile competition to determine who will receive a shot at the world title. Who the f$%! Cares about the world title?!? All it is a piece of scrap metal!! What is more important is competition, about striving to take yourself to the limits and still come out on top. But this roll of the dice tournament is only designed for those who only care about a meaningless paperweight, which is a tragedy. Just like all those pathetic losers down there, hoping bet their life savings to win the big jackpot, it is all for nothing, as they will piss away everything they have for nothing.
[After the recent dialogue suggests that Bloodhound has lost his patience, he seems to calm down some, as something pops into his head.]
Bloodhound: But I refuse to let the bumbling idiots prevent me from finding a challenge. Instead of using this time to win, I plan to use my senses to determine which of these competitors if any can become the competitor able to take my abilities to the next level. Surely, one of them must have the skill, the strength and endurance, the mental acuity that I am searching for. Lets see, who among them is worthy of my attention. One would suppose that with a name like Rage, that he might be a man that would require 100% of my attention. He seems to have the same disdain for management that I have and has no problems getting physical. But he runs around in a little group, preying on the weak. And judging from what I see, he is to busy playing grab ass with his buddy Johnny and worrying about what transpired in another organization. Maybe when he is laying in the ring in defeat he will have the focus needed to provide me my challenge. But until then, we will mark him off the list.
[Bloodhound then thinks of the next competitor in the match]
Bloodhound: Then there is John Fisherman and Kurt Newman. The former is more worry about his image, the latter ismore worry about finding a hold to plug. I serious doubt that either man will be the opponent that I ma searching for. It is amazing that of all wrestlers that advanced in this little tournament that these to made it. Newman definitely lacks the focus that a superior competitor needs, he will be busier chasing around Fisherman’s “business” manager than paying attention to his opponents. And before he knows, his inferior skills will be outmatched by my superiority and he will be writhing in pain as I lock in the Kill. As for Fisherman, if you think facing that pathetic dweeb Chicken everyday will get you prepared for the violence you will experience in the ring, then you better think again. It seems that you are more interested with a hooded man, the man you claimed cheated you out of a victory by using the brass knucks you brought into the ring. While admire your “win it at all costs” attitude, your obsession with claiming the TV title makes me wonder if you are committed to being the worthy competitor that I seek. And just like Newman, you too will be lying on the mat this Monday night as I continue seeking for the ultimate challenger.
[Bloodhound pauses again, going over who is left in the match. There are only two men he has not named yet, two men that Bloodhound is taking his time thinking about before he begins to speak.]
Bloodhound: Then there is the mystery man, Enigma. Him and partner showed up to the MPW and have made quite a little name for themselves and have enjoyed some success thus far. I wonder what he is hiding behind that mask, what he is he afraid of showing. No matter his reasons, he can definitely handle himself inside the ring, with a mixture of power and cunningness to attack his opponents’ weaknesses. I like what I have seen of him so far but I am little worried about all his extracurricular activities involving his partner. It seems that his is mixed up with a nefarious bunch, the type of guys that I used to dispose of when they became to big or too dangerous. I am not sure Enigma’s mind is concentrating on what matters inside the ring, too worry about starting a rebellion of freedom and tracking down random people in hotel rooms. Enigma, I just have one suggestion for your, drop all the other bullshit and focus on competing in the ring. You show signs of being the competitor I crave, the blend of strength, intelligence, and determination. I just hope you do not let me down this Monday.
Bloodhound: And that just leaves me with the North American Champion Aiden Caine, poster boy for the MPW and the first champion crowned. You have had quite the run and I have enjoyed your matches with Apostle Kried. While I do not put much stock into your championship credentials, I do admire how you try to strive to be the best no matter the odds. And you have shown to be a savvy competitor in between the ropes and even on outside of the ring. You can quickly adapt in your environment, utilizing your strengths to overcome your enemy. But I have to wonder what it will be like when you face some real competition, I mean so far you have beaten one man twice who has since been relegated to the kiddy division, a groupie chick, and well, I cannot remember who else you have beaten. It will be interesting to see how you react to a real fighter, someone not intimidated by you, someone who has been studying your every move, finding your weaknesses and developing a strategy to take you down as quickly, and painfully as possible. I hope you are up for the challenge, and for the rest of you, let the hunt begin.
[With that Bloodhound turns his back to the camera and begins to walk down the catwalk to the roof access. The camera fades to black as Bloodhound disappears through the access door.]