Post by steidman on Aug 21, 2012 20:32:46 GMT -5
[Scene opens in a large warehouse. In the middle of the warehouse is a wrestling ring. On each side are different workout equipment, including free weights and dumbbells, a speed and punching bag, a mat area with medicine balls and grappling dummies and the finally side has two ropes hanging down and several large tires near by. The camera spots movement to its left as a man dressed in green shorts and a tan USMC Force Recon shirt starts walking by. The man comes into focus and is revealed as Bloodhound. He begins speaking as he grabs a jump rope from the mat.]
Bloodhound: Finally, High Stakes is behind me and I can begin to focus on why I came here. I was beginning to tire of the multiple four-way or six man matches that I was being thrown in by our illustrious general manager Bill Adams. And I guess he displayed his true colors last night, typically of a weak, pathetic man, having to have others do his dirty work. I wonder, where have I seen that before. Hmm... maybe Bill would be fine addition to the government in Kabul or Islamabad. I am pretty sure he would fit right in with other fellow gutless cowards. But enough with Adams, he is not my concern nor is his little allegiance with TWI.
[Bloodhound begins to slowly toss the jump rope side to side to warm up. After a few seconds, he starts into a full stride, jumping while he continues to speak]
Bloodhound: As for my participation in the Roll of the Dice challenge, I feel that I have completed my objective. It was a brutal match, and I was able to scout each competitor, learning their strengths and their weaknesses, their desire and dedication, their agility and endurance. As expected, Fisherman and Newman proved that they are worthless, egotistical wrestlers. I was disappointed in the effort put in by Enigma, as I truly thought that he would deliver on the big stage.
[Bloodhound picks up the pace on his jumps. He also begins to alternate between skipping from his left foot to his right.]
Bloodhound: But there was one man that did stand out, and yes it was you Aiden Caine. I was not sure if your mind was going to be able to focus, with all the extracurricular activities in your life. But you came and out delivered. I hope that the victory does not go to your head and that you do not lose focus chasing the world title. It would be a pity not to finish what we started last night, and I hope that you do not fail to live up to the expectations that I expect from you now. But that is for another time, as I have some unfinished business that I have to care of first. Do not worry, though, we will be meeting in the near future, I promise you that.
[Bloodhound then begins to intensify his speed with the jump rope, criss-crossing the rope in between jumps. After completing about 30 revolutions this way, he stops and drops the jump rope down onto the ground. Bloodhound then makes his way over to the punching bag and starts giving it some light jabs with his right hand, and occasionally with his left.]
Bloodhound: And some of that business involves my match this Monday, where finally I am placed in a one-on-one match. However, I still cannot believe the disrespect that is being shown to me. Do I get a real fighter, no?!? Instead, I get this comic book geek who lives in a fantasy world.
[And as we have seen before, Bloodhound's temper flares and he begins to strike the bag with his forearms and grabbing the sides to hit knee strikes. He does this rapidly for about a minute before he eases off some in order to catch his breathe.]
Bloodhound: You spend all your time day dreaming about defeating the "villains" and saving the world but have no clue what a true hero looks like. No, it is not someone with super powers or little gadgets. A real hero straps his boots up every day, cleans his rifle, and steps out into foreign lands willing to die for people he does not know. He is not worried about balancing what he wants and life and battling the enemy. He puts the mission first, always, something I see that in your little head you have problem doing.
[Bloodhound snaps off a couple right kicks to the punching bag and then stops. He quickly drops to the floor and pumps out 30 push-ups before getting back up and heading over to the ropes, where there are pull-up bars.]
Bloodhound: But if you want, I will play your little fantasy game, I can be that "villain" you so desperately seek to vanquish. I know you are looking for a sniper, a man with a dark past and is a cold-blooded killer. Well, you do not have to look any farther. I have sent many men to meet their maker, watched their faces as life quickly evaporated. In your little head, I should be regarded as the greatest villain alive, a complete combination of cunningness and brute strength, someone who cares very little about doing good. I have lived in a world where the good deed does go unnoticed, where in the end greed and self-preservation always prevailed. I am jaded to those who believe that good will always triumph, like you, who think that they will always save the day in the end. But not this time, no ... there will not be a happy ending, the hero this time will fall, you will fail and let down all those people that look up to you.
[Bloodhound begins to ascend up the rope, using only his arms to pull himself up the rope. He quickly places each hand above the other any quickly gains elevation as he head for a beam that is about 20 feet above the floor. With in seconds he reaches the top, slaps the beam, and careful makes his way down the rope to ensure that he does not burn his hands. He moves over to an incline bench and begins loading each side of the barbell with two 45-lb plates.]
Bloodhound: But I can only feel underwhelmed, that even with your superhero fantasy, that you are not even going to be able to match my physicality and intelligence in the ring. I have studied your matches, watched how you have used your natural athleticism to attack your challengers. I know how you enjoy taking flight in your matches. Fortunately, I have hunted many species that take flight at the first contact of a predator. I learned that the best to prevent prey from becoming mobile is to box it in, to make the prey feel confined so that it panics and desperately tries to escape but is too frantic to notice the predator closing in on the kill.
[Bloodhound leans back onto the bench, and effortlessly lifts the bar into the air and begins to pump out reps. He closes in on 20 when he slowly lowers the bar, holding it about an inch of his chest. He focuses on his breathing and then rapidly lifts the weight back into his starting position and re-racks the bar. He grabs a towel and wipes away the sweat that has accumulated on his forehead.]
Bloodhound: And I plan to do the same to you Roxxy, to box you in the ring, to take away your mobility, watch as you frantically try to escape. And you can try and escape into your fantasy world but I will pull you back into this harsh reality, where you will get to experience the pain of The Kill. So Roxy, let the hunt begin.
[And with that the camera slowly fades to black as coy smile forms on Bloodhound's face.]
Bloodhound: Finally, High Stakes is behind me and I can begin to focus on why I came here. I was beginning to tire of the multiple four-way or six man matches that I was being thrown in by our illustrious general manager Bill Adams. And I guess he displayed his true colors last night, typically of a weak, pathetic man, having to have others do his dirty work. I wonder, where have I seen that before. Hmm... maybe Bill would be fine addition to the government in Kabul or Islamabad. I am pretty sure he would fit right in with other fellow gutless cowards. But enough with Adams, he is not my concern nor is his little allegiance with TWI.
[Bloodhound begins to slowly toss the jump rope side to side to warm up. After a few seconds, he starts into a full stride, jumping while he continues to speak]
Bloodhound: As for my participation in the Roll of the Dice challenge, I feel that I have completed my objective. It was a brutal match, and I was able to scout each competitor, learning their strengths and their weaknesses, their desire and dedication, their agility and endurance. As expected, Fisherman and Newman proved that they are worthless, egotistical wrestlers. I was disappointed in the effort put in by Enigma, as I truly thought that he would deliver on the big stage.
[Bloodhound picks up the pace on his jumps. He also begins to alternate between skipping from his left foot to his right.]
Bloodhound: But there was one man that did stand out, and yes it was you Aiden Caine. I was not sure if your mind was going to be able to focus, with all the extracurricular activities in your life. But you came and out delivered. I hope that the victory does not go to your head and that you do not lose focus chasing the world title. It would be a pity not to finish what we started last night, and I hope that you do not fail to live up to the expectations that I expect from you now. But that is for another time, as I have some unfinished business that I have to care of first. Do not worry, though, we will be meeting in the near future, I promise you that.
[Bloodhound then begins to intensify his speed with the jump rope, criss-crossing the rope in between jumps. After completing about 30 revolutions this way, he stops and drops the jump rope down onto the ground. Bloodhound then makes his way over to the punching bag and starts giving it some light jabs with his right hand, and occasionally with his left.]
Bloodhound: And some of that business involves my match this Monday, where finally I am placed in a one-on-one match. However, I still cannot believe the disrespect that is being shown to me. Do I get a real fighter, no?!? Instead, I get this comic book geek who lives in a fantasy world.
[And as we have seen before, Bloodhound's temper flares and he begins to strike the bag with his forearms and grabbing the sides to hit knee strikes. He does this rapidly for about a minute before he eases off some in order to catch his breathe.]
Bloodhound: You spend all your time day dreaming about defeating the "villains" and saving the world but have no clue what a true hero looks like. No, it is not someone with super powers or little gadgets. A real hero straps his boots up every day, cleans his rifle, and steps out into foreign lands willing to die for people he does not know. He is not worried about balancing what he wants and life and battling the enemy. He puts the mission first, always, something I see that in your little head you have problem doing.
[Bloodhound snaps off a couple right kicks to the punching bag and then stops. He quickly drops to the floor and pumps out 30 push-ups before getting back up and heading over to the ropes, where there are pull-up bars.]
Bloodhound: But if you want, I will play your little fantasy game, I can be that "villain" you so desperately seek to vanquish. I know you are looking for a sniper, a man with a dark past and is a cold-blooded killer. Well, you do not have to look any farther. I have sent many men to meet their maker, watched their faces as life quickly evaporated. In your little head, I should be regarded as the greatest villain alive, a complete combination of cunningness and brute strength, someone who cares very little about doing good. I have lived in a world where the good deed does go unnoticed, where in the end greed and self-preservation always prevailed. I am jaded to those who believe that good will always triumph, like you, who think that they will always save the day in the end. But not this time, no ... there will not be a happy ending, the hero this time will fall, you will fail and let down all those people that look up to you.
[Bloodhound begins to ascend up the rope, using only his arms to pull himself up the rope. He quickly places each hand above the other any quickly gains elevation as he head for a beam that is about 20 feet above the floor. With in seconds he reaches the top, slaps the beam, and careful makes his way down the rope to ensure that he does not burn his hands. He moves over to an incline bench and begins loading each side of the barbell with two 45-lb plates.]
Bloodhound: But I can only feel underwhelmed, that even with your superhero fantasy, that you are not even going to be able to match my physicality and intelligence in the ring. I have studied your matches, watched how you have used your natural athleticism to attack your challengers. I know how you enjoy taking flight in your matches. Fortunately, I have hunted many species that take flight at the first contact of a predator. I learned that the best to prevent prey from becoming mobile is to box it in, to make the prey feel confined so that it panics and desperately tries to escape but is too frantic to notice the predator closing in on the kill.
[Bloodhound leans back onto the bench, and effortlessly lifts the bar into the air and begins to pump out reps. He closes in on 20 when he slowly lowers the bar, holding it about an inch of his chest. He focuses on his breathing and then rapidly lifts the weight back into his starting position and re-racks the bar. He grabs a towel and wipes away the sweat that has accumulated on his forehead.]
Bloodhound: And I plan to do the same to you Roxxy, to box you in the ring, to take away your mobility, watch as you frantically try to escape. And you can try and escape into your fantasy world but I will pull you back into this harsh reality, where you will get to experience the pain of The Kill. So Roxy, let the hunt begin.
[And with that the camera slowly fades to black as coy smile forms on Bloodhound's face.]