Post by wolfenstein on Dec 24, 2007 19:29:23 GMT -5
The camera pans in to a dark room. A figure can be made out sitting on a bench, cigar hanging out of his mouth. The man flicks on the lighter, lighting up the room in the process and giving everyone a better view of the mans face. The man lights up the cigar and takes a long drag, he lets the smoke flow out of his mouth. Slowly the room starts to get brighter and the man can be seen in full view. The man is young, with long, brown, luxurious hair and a scar across his left cheek. A pair of red shades are hiding his eyes. He takes one more puff from his cigar and begins to speak
My name....is Wolfenstein. I am the pinnacle of athleticism and the master of charisma. I have been trained by some of the greatest wrestlers ever to grace the ring, in the greatest country in all the world, Canada. They taught me everything it takes to be a wrestler of truly epic proportions. From finding a weakness in your opponents strategy, and slowly poking holes in it, to waiting the perfect moment in a match to hit your final move. But...despite how great they all were, I have surpassed them. I am the greatest wrestler to ever grace a ring now. Nobody could ever hope to be even a gnat in the jungle of my excellence. I am truly what it means to be perfect. I wake up every morning and stand in front of the mirror and just marvel at what stares back at me. My physique which looks to be chiseled out of the finest granite, handed down by the gods themselves. I look at the face in that mirror, my perfect complexion and bone structure. I look at my eyes, and I see the intensity and fire that can not be duplicated. It is a sight that would make the greatest artists in the world tear up there masterpieces, knowing they would never be able to make something as beautiful as me. I go into my private weight room and work out for hours on end, always trying to push my boundaries, but never being able too. Sometimes I wonder if perfection is not meant to be achieved, and even curse the creator for making me so much better than the rest of the useless peons that walk this earth. But alas, you have to play the hand that is dealt.
Wolfenstein removes the shades from his eyes and places them on the cuff of his shirt. He gets up and starts to pace along the room. He stops for a moment and let's a grin form across his handsome face. He walks towards the door and exits into the corridor. He walks through it aimlessly as he begins talking again.
So why is it I decided to join EUW rather than one of the many companies I could have? The answer is a simple one, because I felt that this promotion was the most deserving of the glory that is Wolfenstein. I felt that the wrestlers here in EUW would be able to possibly test my boundaries, though there is little doubt in my mind that I will overcome. Because when you are me, you don't worry about being defeated. It just doesn't happen. I'm making my intentions known right now that my top concern is the gold, which will look oh so stunning around my beautiful waist. Furthermore I would like to point out that....
Before Wolfenstein can finish his sentence, a backstage worker slips and spills his coffee on him. Wolfenstein looks down at the stain on his fine white suit. His sly smirk quickly turns into a frown as he stares down the man that is in front of him. The worker busts into the shakes and the fear is visible. Wolfenstein grabs him by the collar
Imbecile, what do you think you are doing spilling your drink on the greatness that is Wolfenstein? You better explain yourself before I lose myself, and do something both of us are going to regret!
Worker: I--I'm really sorry sir....It was an accident.
Wolfenstein stares him down for a few more seconds before picking him up in position for the Canadian Killer. He holds it for a few moments before letting him go.
If you are wondering why I let this man go, it is because I am the lord of wrestling and the lord giveth and the lord taketh away. This time the lord giveth this man the ability to get up in the morning, but I promise you that at my first available opportunity, I will taketh away everything near and dear to anyone who has the misfortune of getting in my way. I will do this because I am greatness. I am perfection. I am Wolfenstein.
Wolfenstein lights up another cigar, and lets out a grim laugh before the camera fades out to darkness.
My name....is Wolfenstein. I am the pinnacle of athleticism and the master of charisma. I have been trained by some of the greatest wrestlers ever to grace the ring, in the greatest country in all the world, Canada. They taught me everything it takes to be a wrestler of truly epic proportions. From finding a weakness in your opponents strategy, and slowly poking holes in it, to waiting the perfect moment in a match to hit your final move. But...despite how great they all were, I have surpassed them. I am the greatest wrestler to ever grace a ring now. Nobody could ever hope to be even a gnat in the jungle of my excellence. I am truly what it means to be perfect. I wake up every morning and stand in front of the mirror and just marvel at what stares back at me. My physique which looks to be chiseled out of the finest granite, handed down by the gods themselves. I look at the face in that mirror, my perfect complexion and bone structure. I look at my eyes, and I see the intensity and fire that can not be duplicated. It is a sight that would make the greatest artists in the world tear up there masterpieces, knowing they would never be able to make something as beautiful as me. I go into my private weight room and work out for hours on end, always trying to push my boundaries, but never being able too. Sometimes I wonder if perfection is not meant to be achieved, and even curse the creator for making me so much better than the rest of the useless peons that walk this earth. But alas, you have to play the hand that is dealt.
Wolfenstein removes the shades from his eyes and places them on the cuff of his shirt. He gets up and starts to pace along the room. He stops for a moment and let's a grin form across his handsome face. He walks towards the door and exits into the corridor. He walks through it aimlessly as he begins talking again.
So why is it I decided to join EUW rather than one of the many companies I could have? The answer is a simple one, because I felt that this promotion was the most deserving of the glory that is Wolfenstein. I felt that the wrestlers here in EUW would be able to possibly test my boundaries, though there is little doubt in my mind that I will overcome. Because when you are me, you don't worry about being defeated. It just doesn't happen. I'm making my intentions known right now that my top concern is the gold, which will look oh so stunning around my beautiful waist. Furthermore I would like to point out that....
Before Wolfenstein can finish his sentence, a backstage worker slips and spills his coffee on him. Wolfenstein looks down at the stain on his fine white suit. His sly smirk quickly turns into a frown as he stares down the man that is in front of him. The worker busts into the shakes and the fear is visible. Wolfenstein grabs him by the collar
Imbecile, what do you think you are doing spilling your drink on the greatness that is Wolfenstein? You better explain yourself before I lose myself, and do something both of us are going to regret!
Worker: I--I'm really sorry sir....It was an accident.
Wolfenstein stares him down for a few more seconds before picking him up in position for the Canadian Killer. He holds it for a few moments before letting him go.
If you are wondering why I let this man go, it is because I am the lord of wrestling and the lord giveth and the lord taketh away. This time the lord giveth this man the ability to get up in the morning, but I promise you that at my first available opportunity, I will taketh away everything near and dear to anyone who has the misfortune of getting in my way. I will do this because I am greatness. I am perfection. I am Wolfenstein.
Wolfenstein lights up another cigar, and lets out a grim laugh before the camera fades out to darkness.