Post by Hayden on Apr 30, 2012 0:00:51 GMT -5
Candlelight from a dangling chandelier flickers and waves the auditorium into light. A large marble throne-room stretches out, lavish and overly extravagant in taste. The marbled pillars that stretch up to the gigantic ceiling match the floor. In the distance, along the far edge of the wall, half a dozen marble steps lead up to a raised platform, on which the throne sits. In the center of the room, a cliche red carpet drapes itself back toward the entrance way. The entire room is silent, except for the ticking of a large grandfather clock hanging on one of the side walls. Each tick is echoed around the marble walls and floor, amplifying the sound to phenomenal proportions. The scene seems to be slow, relaxed, serene even in its stillness.
Footsteps break the ambiance, each step taken echoing out its intrusion to the stillness with a defiant 'clip-clop'. A figure, dressed in a fine tailored suit takes the long walk from the entrance way toward the throne on the far side of the room. He is seen only from the back, with a small glimpse of his profile wandering into view from time to time. Almost conveniently, the angle seems to hide his identity. His head is slightly bowed, reverently, which further serves to hide the man's features. He reaches the bottom of the steps and pauses, lifting his head to look up at the throne before him. He shakes his head slowly as the glinting of a golden throne catches in his eye. It is only then that an object in his hands becomes apparent. Glinting in gold that matches the throne itself, a crown is brought forward. The man carries the crown, resting on a red velvet cushion, up the marble steps and places the crown carefully on the throne itself. Only then does the man turn around and address the camera. His image is instantly recognizable, almost as recognizable as the kiwi twang to his accent.
The camera flicks from Hayden HardKore's face to the image of the crown once more. Many jewels adorn the top of the crown. Some are larger than others, but all glint brightly in the candlelight, sparkling as brightly as the gold that they are captured in. The jewels on the crown range from smaller diamonds to larger coloured stones, some of the larger ones standing alone, while smaller stones lie in patterns around the rim of the crown itself.
Hayden's right hand holds the crown, directly in the center , hiding away the features of the main stone in the crown. As he talks, with his free hand he beckons toward the different stones found on the crown. With each one, he walks through the significance of its image.
his hands beckon toward the larger stones, red rubies, blue sapphires and green emeralds. Standing beside them are sets of these stones, grouped together in various combinations.
Once again the camera pans up to capture Hayden's face. He pauses, a thoughtful look on his brow. The look changes to a sly, almost cheeky grin. He tosses the crown back down to the throne.
As the camera catches the crown again, his hands covering the center have gone, revealing an empty space. Directly in the spot where the largest gemstone of all should be held is an empty hole. An unfinished crown, with the main stone missing. The crown is still rocking from side to side from when Hayden tossed it back down onto the throne. With the symbolism of the missing stone enough to drive his point home, he turns and exits without another word. As he leaves, only the slowly fading sound of his shoes on the marble floor of the throne room and the echoing tick-tock of the grandfather clock fill the air.
the scene slowly fades, revealing text behind the lasting image of the crown with the missing jewel.
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EOT
A little abstract, I know, but comments anyway are appreciated.
Footsteps break the ambiance, each step taken echoing out its intrusion to the stillness with a defiant 'clip-clop'. A figure, dressed in a fine tailored suit takes the long walk from the entrance way toward the throne on the far side of the room. He is seen only from the back, with a small glimpse of his profile wandering into view from time to time. Almost conveniently, the angle seems to hide his identity. His head is slightly bowed, reverently, which further serves to hide the man's features. He reaches the bottom of the steps and pauses, lifting his head to look up at the throne before him. He shakes his head slowly as the glinting of a golden throne catches in his eye. It is only then that an object in his hands becomes apparent. Glinting in gold that matches the throne itself, a crown is brought forward. The man carries the crown, resting on a red velvet cushion, up the marble steps and places the crown carefully on the throne itself. Only then does the man turn around and address the camera. His image is instantly recognizable, almost as recognizable as the kiwi twang to his accent.
"The crown of a Hall-of-Fame worthy career. The crown of the most decorated man to ever have graced these halls. The crown of a champion, a victor, a winner..."
[/i][/center][/color]The camera flicks from Hayden HardKore's face to the image of the crown once more. Many jewels adorn the top of the crown. Some are larger than others, but all glint brightly in the candlelight, sparkling as brightly as the gold that they are captured in. The jewels on the crown range from smaller diamonds to larger coloured stones, some of the larger ones standing alone, while smaller stones lie in patterns around the rim of the crown itself.
Hayden's right hand holds the crown, directly in the center , hiding away the features of the main stone in the crown. As he talks, with his free hand he beckons toward the different stones found on the crown. With each one, he walks through the significance of its image.
"A set of small diamonds spanning the rim of the crown. Each diamond represents a challenger that has come before."
[/i][/center][/color]his hands beckon toward the larger stones, red rubies, blue sapphires and green emeralds. Standing beside them are sets of these stones, grouped together in various combinations.
"Four red rubies, each symbolic of a hard fought title reign as the King of the Deathmatch Champion.
Three blue sapphires, each one representing a New Age Championship. Once green emerald to represent a Charging Glory Championship Reign.
The groupings showing when those titles were held simultaneously. the feats represented on this crown have not been repeated by any Fighty fighty person in the history of Glory and Honor Wrestling. I should know, I've been here since the doors opened."
[/i][/center][/color]Three blue sapphires, each one representing a New Age Championship. Once green emerald to represent a Charging Glory Championship Reign.
The groupings showing when those titles were held simultaneously. the feats represented on this crown have not been repeated by any Fighty fighty person in the history of Glory and Honor Wrestling. I should know, I've been here since the doors opened."
Once again the camera pans up to capture Hayden's face. He pauses, a thoughtful look on his brow. The look changes to a sly, almost cheeky grin. He tosses the crown back down to the throne.
Impressive crown, isn't it?
But do you notice anything missing?"
[/i][/center][/color]But do you notice anything missing?"
As the camera catches the crown again, his hands covering the center have gone, revealing an empty space. Directly in the spot where the largest gemstone of all should be held is an empty hole. An unfinished crown, with the main stone missing. The crown is still rocking from side to side from when Hayden tossed it back down onto the throne. With the symbolism of the missing stone enough to drive his point home, he turns and exits without another word. As he leaves, only the slowly fading sound of his shoes on the marble floor of the throne room and the echoing tick-tock of the grandfather clock fill the air.
the scene slowly fades, revealing text behind the lasting image of the crown with the missing jewel.
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EOT
A little abstract, I know, but comments anyway are appreciated.
