Post by darkwolf on Dec 24, 2010 19:07:15 GMT -5
The scene takes place with me "The Native" riding a bus to god only knows where. This here was possibly the worst investment into my career. I was a Martial Arts Champion at one point in time in my past life. Everyone around me called me the wolf of darkness because well frankly I fought like a beast out there. But then it all was turned around when that faithful day I got the phone call.
The call came directly to me, it was when my whole life changed I was at work doing my usual thing. Grabbing up innocent drunk bystanders and tossing them out of the club as any usual day. Throwing a few beatings here and there, but just because I wouldn't sell out like everyone else around the block did. I was threatened by a call directed towards me and my family who I held very dear to my heart. Then those pieces of trash ruined it all for me, by the time I got to the house it had all been to late. I couldn't help save anyone in my family, they shot my father point blank in the chest with a shotgun, see my father didn't really believe in using guns.
He would much rather use a bow and arrow of a gun for protection, my mother was next to be brutally killed her body was very much dismembered once I stepped into the house. Her head sat on the kitchen table up under a platter. I then realized the two small children that was living with them rushing off to there rooms I found my nephew tied to the bed and his throat slit. The thing that really shocked me is what they did to my niece she was only 10 years of age when she died.[/size]
I found her in her room tied up to the mattress where she couldn't move at all. Her hands and feet were both bound with a gag in her mouth looking down I noticed that there was something very wrong, grabbing up her in my arms and burying my head down onto hers I cried for the first time in my life. The tears weren't endless as my raged began to build I couldn't control myself I was shipped off roaming the streets. I lived as a homeless guy for a long while before I saw an advertising somewhere taking my car that I had been sleeping in for awhile. I signed a contract with Real Extreme Wrestling there I met a man that was a hard headed and stubborn as myself.
He opened up his own little fed known as High Impact Wrestling and now look at me after it closed down. I am back on the road yet again looking for a way to use my martial arts talents and submissions on anyone that thinks there worth much of a challenge to me. I do this because I have nothing else to live for, oh and I forgot to mention a small thing about my past. I lived on an Indian Reservation growing up, we protected a lot of different animals but one in particular was the wolves. In our religion we believe in our spirit guides come to find out only that my spirit guide is actually a solid black and red wolf that looks like he has been sent straight from hell to help me out.
Well anyways I am sitting on this bus on my way to Global Wrestling Alliance hopefully I will find a challenge in this place. Hell I might end up facing off against one of my old competitors in this place, oh well. The bus comes to a halting stop, reaching over and grabbing my gear I walk past the driver throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder and step off of the bus. I look around for a moment placing my hands in my pockets and head off. I am then stopped by a fine little thing by the name of Betty. She has a microphone in her hands and a cameraman to follow her. [/size]
Betty: Well excuse me sir did you by any chance see a wrestler by the name of Dark Wolf come off of this bus?[/size]
Me: Who wants to know?[/size]
Betty: I do I work for Global Wrestling Alliance I am Betty.[/size]
Me: Well Betty if your looking for The Wolf you have found him. What do you want with me? Let me guess you want my thoughts on being here at the GWA right. Well to tell you the truth there was nowhere else to go, why not I will you some of my time.[/size]
Betty:So what are your thoughts on being here? Do you think that you will have a good time here or is it too soon to tell?[/size]
Me: Well it is too soon to really tell. I could careless to where I am going the only thing is I go where there is competitors to compete. Wrestling is sort of new to me but the fighting portion of it is not new at all. Now if you will excuse me I must be leaving.[/size]
Before Betty can get another word out I am long gone as the scene begins to fade.
FADE TO BLACK...
THE WOLF HAS COME TO FEAST UPON THOSE UNLUCKY VICTIMS OF HIS!![/b][/size]
The call came directly to me, it was when my whole life changed I was at work doing my usual thing. Grabbing up innocent drunk bystanders and tossing them out of the club as any usual day. Throwing a few beatings here and there, but just because I wouldn't sell out like everyone else around the block did. I was threatened by a call directed towards me and my family who I held very dear to my heart. Then those pieces of trash ruined it all for me, by the time I got to the house it had all been to late. I couldn't help save anyone in my family, they shot my father point blank in the chest with a shotgun, see my father didn't really believe in using guns.
He would much rather use a bow and arrow of a gun for protection, my mother was next to be brutally killed her body was very much dismembered once I stepped into the house. Her head sat on the kitchen table up under a platter. I then realized the two small children that was living with them rushing off to there rooms I found my nephew tied to the bed and his throat slit. The thing that really shocked me is what they did to my niece she was only 10 years of age when she died.[/size]
I found her in her room tied up to the mattress where she couldn't move at all. Her hands and feet were both bound with a gag in her mouth looking down I noticed that there was something very wrong, grabbing up her in my arms and burying my head down onto hers I cried for the first time in my life. The tears weren't endless as my raged began to build I couldn't control myself I was shipped off roaming the streets. I lived as a homeless guy for a long while before I saw an advertising somewhere taking my car that I had been sleeping in for awhile. I signed a contract with Real Extreme Wrestling there I met a man that was a hard headed and stubborn as myself.
He opened up his own little fed known as High Impact Wrestling and now look at me after it closed down. I am back on the road yet again looking for a way to use my martial arts talents and submissions on anyone that thinks there worth much of a challenge to me. I do this because I have nothing else to live for, oh and I forgot to mention a small thing about my past. I lived on an Indian Reservation growing up, we protected a lot of different animals but one in particular was the wolves. In our religion we believe in our spirit guides come to find out only that my spirit guide is actually a solid black and red wolf that looks like he has been sent straight from hell to help me out.
Well anyways I am sitting on this bus on my way to Global Wrestling Alliance hopefully I will find a challenge in this place. Hell I might end up facing off against one of my old competitors in this place, oh well. The bus comes to a halting stop, reaching over and grabbing my gear I walk past the driver throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder and step off of the bus. I look around for a moment placing my hands in my pockets and head off. I am then stopped by a fine little thing by the name of Betty. She has a microphone in her hands and a cameraman to follow her. [/size]
Betty: Well excuse me sir did you by any chance see a wrestler by the name of Dark Wolf come off of this bus?[/size]
Me: Who wants to know?[/size]
Betty: I do I work for Global Wrestling Alliance I am Betty.[/size]
Me: Well Betty if your looking for The Wolf you have found him. What do you want with me? Let me guess you want my thoughts on being here at the GWA right. Well to tell you the truth there was nowhere else to go, why not I will you some of my time.[/size]
Betty:So what are your thoughts on being here? Do you think that you will have a good time here or is it too soon to tell?[/size]
Me: Well it is too soon to really tell. I could careless to where I am going the only thing is I go where there is competitors to compete. Wrestling is sort of new to me but the fighting portion of it is not new at all. Now if you will excuse me I must be leaving.[/size]
Before Betty can get another word out I am long gone as the scene begins to fade.
FADE TO BLACK...
THE WOLF HAS COME TO FEAST UPON THOSE UNLUCKY VICTIMS OF HIS!![/b][/size]