Post by steidman on Sept 13, 2012 20:04:08 GMT -5
[Bloodhound is making his way to the back after recovering from the contact he received while refereeing the match between Roxi and Jason X. He is not happy, obviously pissed off that Roxi won the match, but more so embarrassed that he was knocked out and prevented from calling the match. As he reaches the backstage area, he is greeted by Tim Bowers, obviously trying to get Bloodhound’s reaction.]
Bowers: Bloodhound, Bloodhound ….. can I get a moment of your time. What are your thoughts after the match?
Bloodhound: Bowers, shut the f#$% up!!! I am in no mood for your shit tonight. Do you think I really want to talk about what happened out there?!!? Huh?? What hole have you been in not to know my disdain for Roxi Johnson and her little imagination world?!? I wanted to see her in pain, I wanted to see her in agony and I was looking forward to slapping my hand on the mat three times as Roxi lay broken and defeated in the middle of the ring. I was deprived that chance!! So, Bowers, how do you think I feel?
Bower: Well, no disrespect, but I bet you feel pretty crappy right now. I mean, first Roxi pins you last week on Main Event and now she gets a pin fall despite you being the referee …..
[Bloodhound grabs Bowers with both hands and slams him into the wall. He is livid and begins to scream threats towards Bowers, he is helpless.]
Bloodhound: YOU PATHETIC, INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!! I AM GONG TO END YOU TONIGHT, THEN I AM GOING TO END ROXI ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!! I SO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO DO WELL LET ME SHOW YOU!!!!
[Bloodhound begins to drag Bowers in the backstage area but he is intercepted by several MPW officials and stagehand. Bloodhound tries to push them away but the number of stagehands overwhelm him, subduing him enough to let Bowers escape, unscathed at the moment. Bloodhound is pushed back until more security come to secure the scene. Bloodhound finally relents, relegated to the fact that he has been bested by an announcer, piling onto everything that had occurred. The scene begins to fade to black as Bloodhound is walking down the hallway, still dejected, still pissed off.]
------------------------------------------ The Next Day ------------------------------------------------
[Scene opens up in a warehouse, and catches Bloodhound walking towards a work bench with a folder in hand. He has a small bandage above his right eye where he was cut during last night’s match of Roxi Johnson vs Jason X. He has calmed down from last night and flipping through the pages of the folder]
Bloodhound: No time to dwell on last night, just like my military training, forget the past mission and focus on the next objective. Well, I have to starting training my sights onto this upcoming Monday night and forget about that little girl, Roxi for the time being. But I will keep her off to the side as a target of opportunity in case our paths cross again this week.
[Bloodhound takes a picture of Roxi and pins it to a corkboard on top of several other pictures of wrestlers in MPW. Bloodhound then pulls out another picture, this time with a picture of his next opponent, Primal. He studies the picture, trying to determine what kind of adversary he will be facing.]
Bloodhound: There is not much on this man simply known as Primal, except he too seems to think that we are in some kind of fantasy world. The Scandinavian Destroyer, the Danish Destroyer, this sounds like tag names my fellow Marines used when they were taking shits in the sand box. I am not sure who he thinks he is but he better hope that his bite is bigger than his bark.
[Bloodhound then studies the folder and a quick smirk comes across his face. He stops reading the file for a second to share his amusement.]
Bloodhound: I will have to give him credit for his choice of music but that is about the accolades that I will be giving out. But it looks like our boy likes to live on his instincts, to find his inner rage and control his aggression in the ring. He seems to have an internal battle between his rage and his humanity. A man living on instinct can be dangerous, can be unstable. But I know a thing or two about instinct. Primal you are no different than any other wild animal that relies on their natural instincts. And just a wild animal, you can use its instincts against itself, luring it into a position where it is vulnerable and setting a trap before it realizes what is about happen.
He does not seem to realize that almost every professional in this sport relies on their instincts. But it is the ones that are able to control, to master their rage are the ones that are the best of the best. Does he not think that aggression does not rage inside me, my animalistic instinct wanting to take control. But I learned a long time ago to not suppress my aggression, but to master it, to turn in from a liability to a strength. Long ago, as I hunted with my grandfather, I learned a valuable lesson. We were hunting elk when a bear suddenly came upon on position, surprising the both of us. I did not know what to do, froze in that moment of time, allowing the fear to control me. However, my grandfather sprang into immediate action, quickly aiming his rifle at the fast approaching bear, firing several shots. The bear would not go down and came right up to us. While I continued be to be paralyzed by fear, my Grandfather continue to be fearless and pulled out his 12 inch knife and plunging it into the bear’s heart. Still, even with the bear grasping for its last breath, I remained silent due to fear. My grandfather then sat down next to me, and his hands were visibly shaking. My Grandfather then turned to me and said “Young boy, it is okay to be afraid. Every man experiences fear. And the key is not to control your fear or even conquer it about to control your senses, to control that rage that burns deep inside every man. Once you learn do that, then you will no longer have to worry about being scared.”
And from that point forward, I dedicated my life to conquering my senses, to controlling my rage And when I confronted death during my time in the Marines, when fear was staring me in the face, I did not flinch. So the question I need to know about Primal is whether he has faced his fear.
[Bloodhound flips another page containing a scouting report of Primal’s wrestling results in the MPW. It highlights his matches in Step Up, citing his strengths and weaknesses as well as his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.]
Bloodhound: I cannot say that I am impressed with the inferior talent that he has faced so far. Siren was a nobody, who mistook the wrestling ring for a runway. She was a pathetic excuse of an athlete and mercifully, none of us will ever have to endure in the ring again. Then there is the big German loaf Apostle Kried, who was such an inferior opponent that he could not even hack with the big boys on Monday Night. And then there is Christian Carter, again, a talentless hack, a nobody. There is really nothing to go on, none of these men could have posed as true competition. Primal, I want to see what happens when fear overcomes you, what you will do when superior talent, skill, and aggression is beating the living hell out of you. Are you going to freeze? Because when you step in the ring with me this week, fear will staring right in your face? We will see if you blink or not.
Bowers: Bloodhound, Bloodhound ….. can I get a moment of your time. What are your thoughts after the match?
Bloodhound: Bowers, shut the f#$% up!!! I am in no mood for your shit tonight. Do you think I really want to talk about what happened out there?!!? Huh?? What hole have you been in not to know my disdain for Roxi Johnson and her little imagination world?!? I wanted to see her in pain, I wanted to see her in agony and I was looking forward to slapping my hand on the mat three times as Roxi lay broken and defeated in the middle of the ring. I was deprived that chance!! So, Bowers, how do you think I feel?
Bower: Well, no disrespect, but I bet you feel pretty crappy right now. I mean, first Roxi pins you last week on Main Event and now she gets a pin fall despite you being the referee …..
[Bloodhound grabs Bowers with both hands and slams him into the wall. He is livid and begins to scream threats towards Bowers, he is helpless.]
Bloodhound: YOU PATHETIC, INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!! I AM GONG TO END YOU TONIGHT, THEN I AM GOING TO END ROXI ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!! I SO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO DO WELL LET ME SHOW YOU!!!!
[Bloodhound begins to drag Bowers in the backstage area but he is intercepted by several MPW officials and stagehand. Bloodhound tries to push them away but the number of stagehands overwhelm him, subduing him enough to let Bowers escape, unscathed at the moment. Bloodhound is pushed back until more security come to secure the scene. Bloodhound finally relents, relegated to the fact that he has been bested by an announcer, piling onto everything that had occurred. The scene begins to fade to black as Bloodhound is walking down the hallway, still dejected, still pissed off.]
------------------------------------------ The Next Day ------------------------------------------------
[Scene opens up in a warehouse, and catches Bloodhound walking towards a work bench with a folder in hand. He has a small bandage above his right eye where he was cut during last night’s match of Roxi Johnson vs Jason X. He has calmed down from last night and flipping through the pages of the folder]
Bloodhound: No time to dwell on last night, just like my military training, forget the past mission and focus on the next objective. Well, I have to starting training my sights onto this upcoming Monday night and forget about that little girl, Roxi for the time being. But I will keep her off to the side as a target of opportunity in case our paths cross again this week.
[Bloodhound takes a picture of Roxi and pins it to a corkboard on top of several other pictures of wrestlers in MPW. Bloodhound then pulls out another picture, this time with a picture of his next opponent, Primal. He studies the picture, trying to determine what kind of adversary he will be facing.]
Bloodhound: There is not much on this man simply known as Primal, except he too seems to think that we are in some kind of fantasy world. The Scandinavian Destroyer, the Danish Destroyer, this sounds like tag names my fellow Marines used when they were taking shits in the sand box. I am not sure who he thinks he is but he better hope that his bite is bigger than his bark.
[Bloodhound then studies the folder and a quick smirk comes across his face. He stops reading the file for a second to share his amusement.]
Bloodhound: I will have to give him credit for his choice of music but that is about the accolades that I will be giving out. But it looks like our boy likes to live on his instincts, to find his inner rage and control his aggression in the ring. He seems to have an internal battle between his rage and his humanity. A man living on instinct can be dangerous, can be unstable. But I know a thing or two about instinct. Primal you are no different than any other wild animal that relies on their natural instincts. And just a wild animal, you can use its instincts against itself, luring it into a position where it is vulnerable and setting a trap before it realizes what is about happen.
He does not seem to realize that almost every professional in this sport relies on their instincts. But it is the ones that are able to control, to master their rage are the ones that are the best of the best. Does he not think that aggression does not rage inside me, my animalistic instinct wanting to take control. But I learned a long time ago to not suppress my aggression, but to master it, to turn in from a liability to a strength. Long ago, as I hunted with my grandfather, I learned a valuable lesson. We were hunting elk when a bear suddenly came upon on position, surprising the both of us. I did not know what to do, froze in that moment of time, allowing the fear to control me. However, my grandfather sprang into immediate action, quickly aiming his rifle at the fast approaching bear, firing several shots. The bear would not go down and came right up to us. While I continued be to be paralyzed by fear, my Grandfather continue to be fearless and pulled out his 12 inch knife and plunging it into the bear’s heart. Still, even with the bear grasping for its last breath, I remained silent due to fear. My grandfather then sat down next to me, and his hands were visibly shaking. My Grandfather then turned to me and said “Young boy, it is okay to be afraid. Every man experiences fear. And the key is not to control your fear or even conquer it about to control your senses, to control that rage that burns deep inside every man. Once you learn do that, then you will no longer have to worry about being scared.”
And from that point forward, I dedicated my life to conquering my senses, to controlling my rage And when I confronted death during my time in the Marines, when fear was staring me in the face, I did not flinch. So the question I need to know about Primal is whether he has faced his fear.
[Bloodhound flips another page containing a scouting report of Primal’s wrestling results in the MPW. It highlights his matches in Step Up, citing his strengths and weaknesses as well as his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.]
Bloodhound: I cannot say that I am impressed with the inferior talent that he has faced so far. Siren was a nobody, who mistook the wrestling ring for a runway. She was a pathetic excuse of an athlete and mercifully, none of us will ever have to endure in the ring again. Then there is the big German loaf Apostle Kried, who was such an inferior opponent that he could not even hack with the big boys on Monday Night. And then there is Christian Carter, again, a talentless hack, a nobody. There is really nothing to go on, none of these men could have posed as true competition. Primal, I want to see what happens when fear overcomes you, what you will do when superior talent, skill, and aggression is beating the living hell out of you. Are you going to freeze? Because when you step in the ring with me this week, fear will staring right in your face? We will see if you blink or not.