Post by Fev on Sept 30, 2013 5:41:13 GMT -4
The screen fades from black to a black and white shot of a large gentleman standing in the middle of an old wrestling ring canvas which has strewn with heavy graffiti and the ropes lay randomly around the edge the elevated platform.
”This place used to be called home.”
The gentleman jumps off the edge and begins to walk around the perimeter, looking at rows of seat which have either been pulled out or damaged.
”It wasn’t that long ago that this arena was filled to the brim singing and chanting, the atmosphere was electric which meant that I had to be electric when I performed. This ring is filled with many memories, some great and some not so. I cannot believe what has happened here.”
The man shakes his head in disappointment as he sits on the edge of the ring, he closes his eyes for a moment or two before looking up at a ripped banner that flaps about in a gentle breeze from the top girder and smiling. It’s a banner of himself.
”I was someone one before, albeit in a regional company but now like so many others, the doors were closed. I busted my balls to make it here each and every day but now I have to start that journey over again.”
The gentleman once again smiles as he rubs his hands through his medium length hair, a sense of calm really dominates his demeanour.
”Welcome to my home, the Galveston Armoury in Galveston Texas and for those that have never seen me before, I’m Fev. This used where I did battle for many years but it came to an end. You may well be asking who the hell I am and why am I on your screens? Well the answer is that I’m the newest member of the roster at Action Packed Wrestling.”
Fev slides off the canvas and makes his way down the ramp.
”That’s right, last night my contract got signed and now I am officially a member of the roster and I’m expecting to make my in ring debut quite soon, and I guess that this is the time I should lay my cards on the table and tell you all that I’ll be a champion within a time period, wrong. It’s not my style. The first thing that you’ll all come to realize is that I’ll not write a cheque that I cannot cash, I’ll make no public promises about what I’ll do but will promise that I’ll always be competitive. ”
Fev walks into the back area and into the locker room, he spots a particular locker and smiles before opening it up and laughing. The lockers are all damaged and dented, and once more, all are covered in graffiti.
”This hunk of old metal was my old locker, boy if this could speak eh. So where was I? Yeah that’s right you’re getting a small insight into myself. So would I regard myself as a fan favourite or a bad guy? Neither. You see I don’t go out there and crave to be loved or hated, I’ve seen time and time again a good guy trying something to please you fans only to be caught out and get beat from a winning position. I don’t sign autographs when I’m out and about, I don’t go to fan conventions and I’m not interested in discussing the finer arts of wrestling with anyone whilst I’m going about my normal business. At the same time I’ll not go out of the way to piss you off. If an opportunity to get an advantage in a match legal or otherwise comes up I’ll take it, and I’ll beat your favourites just as hard as I’ll beat your villains. You’ll find out that I’m just a focused person who goes into the squared circle to get the job done. I love working in a great atmosphere and if I evoke a reaction, that’s great but if not then no problem. I’m here to do my job it’s that simple. ”
He clears his throat as he paces around
”And then there are the fellow people on this roster eyeing my up and wondering if I am really any good. My simple message to them is come try me. I’m not interested in make friends with anyone here but by the same token I don’t care if you hate me, all I ask is that you bring your best against me otherwise I will hand your arse to you on a silver platter so don’t say that you have not been warned. So with that, I’m going to go off and reminisce about my past glories and get myself match fit. Until then I’ll see you soon”
The scene fades as Fev walks out of the locker room and of shot.
”This place used to be called home.”
The gentleman jumps off the edge and begins to walk around the perimeter, looking at rows of seat which have either been pulled out or damaged.
”It wasn’t that long ago that this arena was filled to the brim singing and chanting, the atmosphere was electric which meant that I had to be electric when I performed. This ring is filled with many memories, some great and some not so. I cannot believe what has happened here.”
The man shakes his head in disappointment as he sits on the edge of the ring, he closes his eyes for a moment or two before looking up at a ripped banner that flaps about in a gentle breeze from the top girder and smiling. It’s a banner of himself.
”I was someone one before, albeit in a regional company but now like so many others, the doors were closed. I busted my balls to make it here each and every day but now I have to start that journey over again.”
The gentleman once again smiles as he rubs his hands through his medium length hair, a sense of calm really dominates his demeanour.
”Welcome to my home, the Galveston Armoury in Galveston Texas and for those that have never seen me before, I’m Fev. This used where I did battle for many years but it came to an end. You may well be asking who the hell I am and why am I on your screens? Well the answer is that I’m the newest member of the roster at Action Packed Wrestling.”
Fev slides off the canvas and makes his way down the ramp.
”That’s right, last night my contract got signed and now I am officially a member of the roster and I’m expecting to make my in ring debut quite soon, and I guess that this is the time I should lay my cards on the table and tell you all that I’ll be a champion within a time period, wrong. It’s not my style. The first thing that you’ll all come to realize is that I’ll not write a cheque that I cannot cash, I’ll make no public promises about what I’ll do but will promise that I’ll always be competitive. ”
Fev walks into the back area and into the locker room, he spots a particular locker and smiles before opening it up and laughing. The lockers are all damaged and dented, and once more, all are covered in graffiti.
”This hunk of old metal was my old locker, boy if this could speak eh. So where was I? Yeah that’s right you’re getting a small insight into myself. So would I regard myself as a fan favourite or a bad guy? Neither. You see I don’t go out there and crave to be loved or hated, I’ve seen time and time again a good guy trying something to please you fans only to be caught out and get beat from a winning position. I don’t sign autographs when I’m out and about, I don’t go to fan conventions and I’m not interested in discussing the finer arts of wrestling with anyone whilst I’m going about my normal business. At the same time I’ll not go out of the way to piss you off. If an opportunity to get an advantage in a match legal or otherwise comes up I’ll take it, and I’ll beat your favourites just as hard as I’ll beat your villains. You’ll find out that I’m just a focused person who goes into the squared circle to get the job done. I love working in a great atmosphere and if I evoke a reaction, that’s great but if not then no problem. I’m here to do my job it’s that simple. ”
He clears his throat as he paces around
”And then there are the fellow people on this roster eyeing my up and wondering if I am really any good. My simple message to them is come try me. I’m not interested in make friends with anyone here but by the same token I don’t care if you hate me, all I ask is that you bring your best against me otherwise I will hand your arse to you on a silver platter so don’t say that you have not been warned. So with that, I’m going to go off and reminisce about my past glories and get myself match fit. Until then I’ll see you soon”
The scene fades as Fev walks out of the locker room and of shot.
