Post by cataclysm on Mar 7, 2007 22:27:45 GMT -5
[ Lights up. We see a door ajar. Behind the door we see a man signing a piece of paper with his left hand on a desk. Out of the corner of your eye, you might see a nameplate on the desk which reads "General Manager." The black pen flashes light onto the camera as it quickly darts around, creating the image of a signature. The hand drops the pen, and it is lifted again by another man, who signs on another part of the paper. We hear a voice from the other side of the door. ]
Voice #1: I would personally like to welcome you to REBEL Pro Wrestling, Mr., umm... what did you say your name was?
[ There is a silence before we hear another voice. This one with a Russian accent. ]
Voice #2: I must apologize about my client, here, he's not big on talking. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alexandr Mortimer.
[ The first voice is interpreted as the general manager. The general manager and the Russian man shake hands, as is visible behind the ajar door. ]
General Manager: Well, if he can't talk, Mr. Mortimer, what can he do?
Alexandr Mortimer: With all due respect, he does indeed know how to speak. He just doesn't rely on useless words to solve his problems. He takes his problems and solves them with fighting.
General Manager: Then he'll be perfect for REBEL Pro. Welcome to the roster, uhhmm... What is his name?
Voice #3: I am the Cataclysm.
[ There is a silence, as neither the general manager nor Alexandr Mortimer speak. Obviously his speaking was unexpected by both men. The general manager recomposes himself. ]
General Manager: [clears throat] Welcome to REBEL Professional Wrestling, Cataclysm.
[ The voice of the man called Cataclysm remains unheard. Alexandr Mortimer doesn't speak either. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Alexandr Mortimer finally leads his client out the door, causing the camera man to stumble backward. When they leave, we know right away which is which.
Mortimer is dressed in light brown dress pants with a matching unbuttoned dress coat. Beneath the dress coat is a white sleeveless tee. The Russian's head and face are clean shaven, the backstage lights shine on the top of his head.
Now his client, Cataclysm, is another story. He wears torn black jeans, a black tee with the sleeves torn off, and his head and face are completely hidden in the shadow of a black hood. His medium length brown hair hangs out of the hood. We can not see his face completely, although we may have gotten a glimpse of the man's jaw as he rounded the corner out of the office. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: See? I told you we'd get in.
[ Cataclysm is silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: It wouldn't kill you to say something, eh?
[ Cataclysm is silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Hey, what about the first card, ya? You're sure to be in it. Anything to say to your opponent, whoever it'll be?
[ Cataclysm is, you guessed it, silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Come on. You have to say something. Something for the rest of the REBEL roster to remember you by.
[ Cataclysm slows his step a little, but is still silent. From behind he appears to be thinking. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Yeah, see? I knew you had something to say. Say it. [under his breath] The strong silent type drive me crazy.
[ Cataclysm completely stops in his tracks. Alexandr Mortimer stops walking in front of Cataclysm, sees the camera, and gestures toward it. Cataclysm looks over his shoulder, his face still hidden under the hood. He pauses, but he does speak. ]
Cataclysm: When you step into the ring with me, Cataclysm, you will not leave until I have left you... in Blue Ruin.
[ Cataclysm walks off. Alexandr Mortimer looks aghast. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: That's it? Come on, you can do better than that, ya?
[ But Cataclysm has made his point, there's nothing changing his answer. Cataclysm has arrived in REBEL Pro Wrestling. And he will make his presence known throughout both the NAPW and REBEL. His unique style of fighting is his key, and this business, to Mortimer, is the keyhole to bigger and better things. Possibly a championship. But Cataclysm isn't interested in shiny title belts and big names. He's in it only for the competition, and the rush that will follow his first victory in the business. Heed the warning. The Hooded Man has arrived.
Scene fades. ]
Voice #1: I would personally like to welcome you to REBEL Pro Wrestling, Mr., umm... what did you say your name was?
[ There is a silence before we hear another voice. This one with a Russian accent. ]
Voice #2: I must apologize about my client, here, he's not big on talking. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alexandr Mortimer.
[ The first voice is interpreted as the general manager. The general manager and the Russian man shake hands, as is visible behind the ajar door. ]
General Manager: Well, if he can't talk, Mr. Mortimer, what can he do?
Alexandr Mortimer: With all due respect, he does indeed know how to speak. He just doesn't rely on useless words to solve his problems. He takes his problems and solves them with fighting.
General Manager: Then he'll be perfect for REBEL Pro. Welcome to the roster, uhhmm... What is his name?
Voice #3: I am the Cataclysm.
[ There is a silence, as neither the general manager nor Alexandr Mortimer speak. Obviously his speaking was unexpected by both men. The general manager recomposes himself. ]
General Manager: [clears throat] Welcome to REBEL Professional Wrestling, Cataclysm.
[ The voice of the man called Cataclysm remains unheard. Alexandr Mortimer doesn't speak either. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Alexandr Mortimer finally leads his client out the door, causing the camera man to stumble backward. When they leave, we know right away which is which.
Mortimer is dressed in light brown dress pants with a matching unbuttoned dress coat. Beneath the dress coat is a white sleeveless tee. The Russian's head and face are clean shaven, the backstage lights shine on the top of his head.
Now his client, Cataclysm, is another story. He wears torn black jeans, a black tee with the sleeves torn off, and his head and face are completely hidden in the shadow of a black hood. His medium length brown hair hangs out of the hood. We can not see his face completely, although we may have gotten a glimpse of the man's jaw as he rounded the corner out of the office. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: See? I told you we'd get in.
[ Cataclysm is silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: It wouldn't kill you to say something, eh?
[ Cataclysm is silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Hey, what about the first card, ya? You're sure to be in it. Anything to say to your opponent, whoever it'll be?
[ Cataclysm is, you guessed it, silent. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Come on. You have to say something. Something for the rest of the REBEL roster to remember you by.
[ Cataclysm slows his step a little, but is still silent. From behind he appears to be thinking. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: Yeah, see? I knew you had something to say. Say it. [under his breath] The strong silent type drive me crazy.
[ Cataclysm completely stops in his tracks. Alexandr Mortimer stops walking in front of Cataclysm, sees the camera, and gestures toward it. Cataclysm looks over his shoulder, his face still hidden under the hood. He pauses, but he does speak. ]
Cataclysm: When you step into the ring with me, Cataclysm, you will not leave until I have left you... in Blue Ruin.
[ Cataclysm walks off. Alexandr Mortimer looks aghast. ]
Alexandr Mortimer: That's it? Come on, you can do better than that, ya?
[ But Cataclysm has made his point, there's nothing changing his answer. Cataclysm has arrived in REBEL Pro Wrestling. And he will make his presence known throughout both the NAPW and REBEL. His unique style of fighting is his key, and this business, to Mortimer, is the keyhole to bigger and better things. Possibly a championship. But Cataclysm isn't interested in shiny title belts and big names. He's in it only for the competition, and the rush that will follow his first victory in the business. Heed the warning. The Hooded Man has arrived.
Scene fades. ]