Post by Carson Schraeder on Nov 17, 2012 3:04:49 GMT -5
"All my life, I've loved to fight."
The words emanate from the speakers, through the veil of empty blackness of the Titantron. The voice is deep, and hoarse, with a thick Texan accent.
"I love the feeling of knuckles meeting flesh and bone. The groan of a falling opponent, and the thud when they finally come crashing down."
The Titantron slowly flickers to life, revealing an empty bar, with a lone patron sitting on a barstool. He back turned to the camera, wearing a white printed t-shirt, black jeans, black leather dress shoes and a black cowboy hat on top of his head. The figure is very athletic and tanned. The figure reaches his hand out, grasps the bottle of beer sitting in front of him, and raises it to his lips, and proceeds to down the bottle in one gulp. He slams it down onto the counter and wipes his lip with the back of his hand.
"Staring down at your downed opponent, and seeing the realisation that they have lost, and the resignation and helplessness that follows, that is my drug."
The figure raises his hand to the bartender, who returns with another bottle of beer, and pops open the lid, handing it to the man, who breathes heavily.
"And when you are six foot six, and two hundred and seventy pounds, downed opponents are a common occurrence."
The figure laughs, and takes a mouthful of his beer, before placing it back on the counter.
"That's why I decided to join GHW. The fighting scene wasn't a challenge, and GHW supposedly has the best wrestling talent in the world, so I am here to prove that theory."
The figure turns to face the camera, beer in hand, revealing his face for the first time. His shoulder length dark brown hair hangs down the sides of his face, and his fierce, dark brown eyes, stare into the camera. The figure smiles.
"Unlike many others, I am not joining GHW to win titles, or be the best of all time, and all that other crap that people aspire to, when they join a wrestling federation. I am here to hurt people. Plain and simple."
The figure leans forward, getting his face closer to the camera.
"I am here to watch each and every person in this organisation crumble underneath me. I want to make them bleed, I want them to hurt, to scream out in pain as their bones shatter and break"
Their is a glint in the figures eyes, and he raises the beer to his mouth, finishing it off, before placing it on the counter and swivelling back around to face the camera once more.
"I want to see the fear in their eyes when they see what I am capable of. I want them to beg for mercy, to beg for it all to end. I want them left a broken, bloody, shell of a man, after I am down with them."
The figure grins, rises up off the barstool, and strides towards the camera, shoes clicking on the floor.
"That is what will happen when I set foot in that ring, with anyone. Pain and suffering is a guarantee."
The figure grasps the brim of his cowboy hat, and tilts it in a welcoming gesture.
"Because my name is Carson Schraeder. It doesn't matter if you forget it, because bottom line is, you won't be forgetting it anytime soon. So prepare yourselves for a world of hurt GHW, because I am on the prowl, and you'd better pray that it isn't you standing in that ring opposite me, because I will crush each, and every one of you."
With that, the figure strides past the camera, which slowly fades out.
The words emanate from the speakers, through the veil of empty blackness of the Titantron. The voice is deep, and hoarse, with a thick Texan accent.
"I love the feeling of knuckles meeting flesh and bone. The groan of a falling opponent, and the thud when they finally come crashing down."
The Titantron slowly flickers to life, revealing an empty bar, with a lone patron sitting on a barstool. He back turned to the camera, wearing a white printed t-shirt, black jeans, black leather dress shoes and a black cowboy hat on top of his head. The figure is very athletic and tanned. The figure reaches his hand out, grasps the bottle of beer sitting in front of him, and raises it to his lips, and proceeds to down the bottle in one gulp. He slams it down onto the counter and wipes his lip with the back of his hand.
"Staring down at your downed opponent, and seeing the realisation that they have lost, and the resignation and helplessness that follows, that is my drug."
The figure raises his hand to the bartender, who returns with another bottle of beer, and pops open the lid, handing it to the man, who breathes heavily.
"And when you are six foot six, and two hundred and seventy pounds, downed opponents are a common occurrence."
The figure laughs, and takes a mouthful of his beer, before placing it back on the counter.
"That's why I decided to join GHW. The fighting scene wasn't a challenge, and GHW supposedly has the best wrestling talent in the world, so I am here to prove that theory."
The figure turns to face the camera, beer in hand, revealing his face for the first time. His shoulder length dark brown hair hangs down the sides of his face, and his fierce, dark brown eyes, stare into the camera. The figure smiles.
"Unlike many others, I am not joining GHW to win titles, or be the best of all time, and all that other crap that people aspire to, when they join a wrestling federation. I am here to hurt people. Plain and simple."
The figure leans forward, getting his face closer to the camera.
"I am here to watch each and every person in this organisation crumble underneath me. I want to make them bleed, I want them to hurt, to scream out in pain as their bones shatter and break"
Their is a glint in the figures eyes, and he raises the beer to his mouth, finishing it off, before placing it on the counter and swivelling back around to face the camera once more.
"I want to see the fear in their eyes when they see what I am capable of. I want them to beg for mercy, to beg for it all to end. I want them left a broken, bloody, shell of a man, after I am down with them."
The figure grins, rises up off the barstool, and strides towards the camera, shoes clicking on the floor.
"That is what will happen when I set foot in that ring, with anyone. Pain and suffering is a guarantee."
The figure grasps the brim of his cowboy hat, and tilts it in a welcoming gesture.
"Because my name is Carson Schraeder. It doesn't matter if you forget it, because bottom line is, you won't be forgetting it anytime soon. So prepare yourselves for a world of hurt GHW, because I am on the prowl, and you'd better pray that it isn't you standing in that ring opposite me, because I will crush each, and every one of you."
With that, the figure strides past the camera, which slowly fades out.
((Would love some feedback. Haven't RP'ed in quiet a while, so comments would be appreciated.))