Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Oct 6, 2011 23:06:46 GMT -5
Christer Rudkilde is seated in a conservative yet luxurious simple leather chair. It's not as fancy as some you might see, with arms as wide as the necks of the overweight or a seat thickness only useful to hold the unaltered bodies of the obese. Instead, this leather chair, so obviously expensive, is quite thin. It has a modern appearance with thin arms and an almost non-existent cushion. The backing of the chair has a lower open area and looks as if it were molded specifically for a single person and the exact arches of their body. If anyone but the correct person sat in this chair, they would be horribly uncomfortable. Christer Rudkilde is the correct person. Truly, such a well put statement has rarely ever been provided. Surrounding him is a study that was no doubt also custom designed with only one in mind. The equivalent of this area in someone else's home would likely be accompanied by them smoking a pipe and sipping from their favorite indulgent beverage. You would never find Christer doing such things. They might “interfere with perfection.”
Christer glances down at his iPhone, tapping it a few times before placing it on his thigh. There is no fear of it falling to the floor, as his thigh is perfectly parallel to the ground and allows the device to sit completely still. Christer takes a medium breath before speaking.
“Audio Diary #722. September 27th, 2011. 9:05 AM. My application to the company known as Asylum or Extreme United Wrestling has been accepted as expected. I remain unimpressed by the opponents I have been handed. I will compete against Stephen Callaway and James Hart. Stephen is an incredibly awkward looking specimen. His height seems slightly disproportionate and his hair is an absolute mess. One would expect that someone with such hair to work with could at least do something with it. On the contrary, it looks more as if he simply rolls out of bed and perhaps combs it twice before 'calling it good.' Could someone please explain conditioner to the man? Perfection is attainable, but you actually have to try to get it.
“On the other hand there is James Hart. Hart is a close example of a good specimen. His hair does well to turn a bit of a mop into an appealing and well contained hairstyle. It is not something I would ever consider, but it works decently for him. For the most part, Hart isn't that bad. The boy has one significant flaw in that he is a boy. Therefore, by the time Hart finishes puberty and reaches the proper fully grown age, he will be as hideous as anyone else. His figure is slender and unmanageable. He's simply incomplete. These imperfections no doubt carry on to his wrestling ability, or lack thereof.
“I have analyzed the works of James Hart. His physical flaws carry over to his style. It is, for lack of a better term, incomplete. His style is young and fast. Not something I would ever attempt, but it works decently for him. For the most part, he isn't really that bad. The exception being that he wrestles like a boy. Hart is sadly far from perfection. If he were aimed in the correct direction, with the proper guidance, he is a canvas for which perfection could be emblazoned upon. Yet, his ego is hideous. The boy is too stubborn to know what he needs to do. If only he'd listen to someone such as myself, he could look so defined and correct. Instead, he is simply doomed.
“When it comes to Callaway, he is a lost cause. Callaway has defined his style and defined his look. It is a definition he seems to have found somewhere on the 'Urban Dictionary' of the face. Apparently having a flawed chin and incredibly too much forehead is something to be proud of. He thinks that five o' clock shadow complements his rugged look. On the contrary, it complements his half-assed approach to life. He's a sad excuse for a human being, such is clear by a single glance. They say that first impressions mean quite a bit, but can often change. This is a lie. First impressions mean everything. Appearance means everything.
“Stephen Callaway's appearance means something very specific. It has told me the following. Stephen is a supposed tough guy with an old school wrestling style. He pretends to know what he's doing, but is in fact only partially adept at someone else's style. He is trying so hard to recreate what fits his flawed vision. Instead, he is a sad amalgamation of mismatched 'wrestling' that will lose to any superior specimen. His 'Calsi Kick' is merely an overstretched and failed martial arts kick that occasionally hits the mark on other flawed beings. As well, his 'Calsmission' is simply an imperfect recreation of someone else's failed attempt at mediocrity. Callaway will try to do what someone else does best and fail once again.
“Hart is the closest thing to a challenge I have in this match. Unfortunately, he is still no challenge. James Hart is raw. At the core, he is an unfinished statue. Someone has lain the background on a canvas, but the main subject hasn't been painted yet. Hart is trying to pull off a perfect self-portrait, a near impossible feat of which only someone with my own skill could succeed at. He needs a guide. I could be his guide. For now? I am his opponent. As a result, I shall damage his raw canvas significantly. I will do all I can to create flaws upon this future representative of an open and accepting culture. Acceptance that is simply incorrect.
“I accept only one thing. Perfection is attainable. Perfection has been created only once so far. Perfection steps into that ring against James Hart and Stephen Callaway with one goal in mind. That goal is to create imperfection. I, Dr. Christer Rudkilde, the only living example of perfection, will inflict flaws upon James Hart and Stephen Callaway in order to further prove that which I already know. Victory falls to perfection.”
With that, Christer taps his phone before standing up and sliding it into his front pocket. He strokes his unprotected and perfect visage for a moment. Shivers and chills run down his spine as he regains his composure and grabs his mask. He fastens it correctly and exits the room with a self-entitled grin that could belong to no one else.
Christer glances down at his iPhone, tapping it a few times before placing it on his thigh. There is no fear of it falling to the floor, as his thigh is perfectly parallel to the ground and allows the device to sit completely still. Christer takes a medium breath before speaking.
“Audio Diary #722. September 27th, 2011. 9:05 AM. My application to the company known as Asylum or Extreme United Wrestling has been accepted as expected. I remain unimpressed by the opponents I have been handed. I will compete against Stephen Callaway and James Hart. Stephen is an incredibly awkward looking specimen. His height seems slightly disproportionate and his hair is an absolute mess. One would expect that someone with such hair to work with could at least do something with it. On the contrary, it looks more as if he simply rolls out of bed and perhaps combs it twice before 'calling it good.' Could someone please explain conditioner to the man? Perfection is attainable, but you actually have to try to get it.
“On the other hand there is James Hart. Hart is a close example of a good specimen. His hair does well to turn a bit of a mop into an appealing and well contained hairstyle. It is not something I would ever consider, but it works decently for him. For the most part, Hart isn't that bad. The boy has one significant flaw in that he is a boy. Therefore, by the time Hart finishes puberty and reaches the proper fully grown age, he will be as hideous as anyone else. His figure is slender and unmanageable. He's simply incomplete. These imperfections no doubt carry on to his wrestling ability, or lack thereof.
“I have analyzed the works of James Hart. His physical flaws carry over to his style. It is, for lack of a better term, incomplete. His style is young and fast. Not something I would ever attempt, but it works decently for him. For the most part, he isn't really that bad. The exception being that he wrestles like a boy. Hart is sadly far from perfection. If he were aimed in the correct direction, with the proper guidance, he is a canvas for which perfection could be emblazoned upon. Yet, his ego is hideous. The boy is too stubborn to know what he needs to do. If only he'd listen to someone such as myself, he could look so defined and correct. Instead, he is simply doomed.
“When it comes to Callaway, he is a lost cause. Callaway has defined his style and defined his look. It is a definition he seems to have found somewhere on the 'Urban Dictionary' of the face. Apparently having a flawed chin and incredibly too much forehead is something to be proud of. He thinks that five o' clock shadow complements his rugged look. On the contrary, it complements his half-assed approach to life. He's a sad excuse for a human being, such is clear by a single glance. They say that first impressions mean quite a bit, but can often change. This is a lie. First impressions mean everything. Appearance means everything.
“Stephen Callaway's appearance means something very specific. It has told me the following. Stephen is a supposed tough guy with an old school wrestling style. He pretends to know what he's doing, but is in fact only partially adept at someone else's style. He is trying so hard to recreate what fits his flawed vision. Instead, he is a sad amalgamation of mismatched 'wrestling' that will lose to any superior specimen. His 'Calsi Kick' is merely an overstretched and failed martial arts kick that occasionally hits the mark on other flawed beings. As well, his 'Calsmission' is simply an imperfect recreation of someone else's failed attempt at mediocrity. Callaway will try to do what someone else does best and fail once again.
“Hart is the closest thing to a challenge I have in this match. Unfortunately, he is still no challenge. James Hart is raw. At the core, he is an unfinished statue. Someone has lain the background on a canvas, but the main subject hasn't been painted yet. Hart is trying to pull off a perfect self-portrait, a near impossible feat of which only someone with my own skill could succeed at. He needs a guide. I could be his guide. For now? I am his opponent. As a result, I shall damage his raw canvas significantly. I will do all I can to create flaws upon this future representative of an open and accepting culture. Acceptance that is simply incorrect.
“I accept only one thing. Perfection is attainable. Perfection has been created only once so far. Perfection steps into that ring against James Hart and Stephen Callaway with one goal in mind. That goal is to create imperfection. I, Dr. Christer Rudkilde, the only living example of perfection, will inflict flaws upon James Hart and Stephen Callaway in order to further prove that which I already know. Victory falls to perfection.”
With that, Christer taps his phone before standing up and sliding it into his front pocket. He strokes his unprotected and perfect visage for a moment. Shivers and chills run down his spine as he regains his composure and grabs his mask. He fastens it correctly and exits the room with a self-entitled grin that could belong to no one else.
