Post by ahunter8056 on Jul 18, 2011 14:35:50 GMT -5
The Hunter is shown sitting in a darkened room with a spotlight shining on him.
The Hunter: Pain.
The Hunter punches the air in front of him.
The Hunter: Agony.
The Hunter swipes the air in front of him.
The Hunter: That is what I plan to inflict on any of my opponents that are unfortunate to be booked against me. You see, I am quite a dangerous individual. I am not what you'd call a weak wrestler. I inflict pain, and I enjoy it.
Ever since I was a little kid, all I have known is fighting and hunting. However, my prey have not always been the same. They have varied, depending on what I needed. I hunted tigers for skin to make into rugs. I hunted lions for meat. And now I am hunting different prey for a different purpose.
The Hunter closes his eyes and starts to reminisce.
The Hunter: I grew up in a jungle a long, LONG way from here. You may try to find it on a map, but it would be very hard to find. But it doesn't matter where it is, that is not the point. The point is, that I am a hunter. I grew up hunting all the different types of creatures in and around the jungle I could find. I enjoyed it, I found it fun, it was a sport in my village. We would count up our kills for that day. I usually won. I realize that I am rambling on a bit, but to fully understand the beast inside me that drives my every move, you need to hear my story.
Now where was I? Ah yes, I remember. As I was saying, I would usually win. I was not always that good though. When I started, I was a bad hunter. I would usually accidently make a mistake that made the creature I was hunting aware of my presence. But over time, and with A LOT of practise, I perfected my craft. I would spend all day hidden from sight, tracking wild beasts and killing them.
The Hunter opens his eyes.
The Hunter: At the age of 20, I was kidnapped by unknown people. I was taken onto a plane, and flown to my unknown destination. When I was released, I was very confused by my surroundings. Instead of nothing surrounding me but jungle, huts and wild beasts, I was surrounded by strange contraptions that I have now learnt are cars. I had no idea what to do, so I walked into the nearest building. I looked up and saw a square black box. And emitting from the black box were what appeared to be life shown. I wondered to myself "What is this?" It appeared to be two men fighting each other. I thought to myself "I need to get involved in this!".
I had just discovered the art of professional wrestling.
I continued to watch and be amazed by this. I eagerly awaited anything that would tell how to get into that company. I waited, and then I saw it. A phone number. I knew this must be the way in, although at that time I did not know what a telephone was. I wrote it down and eventually was told what a phone was and how to use it. I called and was answered. It took a couple hours, but after explaining my skills, I was accepted into WFWF.
The Hunter smiles.
The Hunter: I was overjoyed. I could now hunt my new prey. For my new chosen prey, is wrestlers. I will hunt every single one of them down, until I am the only wrestler left standing. Until I have in my possession, the WFWF World Title.
I make my debut very soon in a 7 man battle royal. You may think "6 other wrestlers? How can you possibly hunt them all down?!". The answer is simple. Patience. Resiliency. It may take a while but I will do it. I will eventually hunt them ALL down. I will not back down and I will fight with everything I got. I will not allow myself to submit on my debut to 6 other new guys. I lose to nobody.
You may ask, "but why did you tell us your life story? Why should we care?". I shall reveal that now. Everything I learned as a child and a teenager carries onto my wrestling career. I hunted animals, I hunt wrestlers. And my finishing manoeuvre is no different. Just as I would in the jungle hunting a wild animal, I crouch down, hidden from sight, waiting for the right moment to strike. And the strike in my wrestling matches comes in the form of a running tackle. Some call it the spear. I don't care about the name, just the end result. And the end result shall always be the same. Me standing victorious atop a fallen foe.
The Hunter grins at the thought.
The Hunter: I will stop at nothing. I will never give up. I will fight hard. Nobody can stop me from claiming my rightful prize. Although fans should appreciate my in-ring skills, I do not care whether they boo, cheer or remain silent. Cheering is just a bonus. Silence can be too, because they could be in awe. When I get into the ring, it will be as if the fans aren't there. All that matters is me, my opponent and the referee.
I may not be the strongest wrestler or have the biggest physique, but I have a very strong heart. You may see me come seemingly out of nowhere, out of the shadows and strike my opponent down for the win. You may already be impressed with me just from this, you may not. But one thing is for sure, eventually you will all come to respect me and be impressed.
But now, it's showtime.
The Hunter walks out.
The Hunter: Pain.
The Hunter punches the air in front of him.
The Hunter: Agony.
The Hunter swipes the air in front of him.
The Hunter: That is what I plan to inflict on any of my opponents that are unfortunate to be booked against me. You see, I am quite a dangerous individual. I am not what you'd call a weak wrestler. I inflict pain, and I enjoy it.
Ever since I was a little kid, all I have known is fighting and hunting. However, my prey have not always been the same. They have varied, depending on what I needed. I hunted tigers for skin to make into rugs. I hunted lions for meat. And now I am hunting different prey for a different purpose.
The Hunter closes his eyes and starts to reminisce.
The Hunter: I grew up in a jungle a long, LONG way from here. You may try to find it on a map, but it would be very hard to find. But it doesn't matter where it is, that is not the point. The point is, that I am a hunter. I grew up hunting all the different types of creatures in and around the jungle I could find. I enjoyed it, I found it fun, it was a sport in my village. We would count up our kills for that day. I usually won. I realize that I am rambling on a bit, but to fully understand the beast inside me that drives my every move, you need to hear my story.
Now where was I? Ah yes, I remember. As I was saying, I would usually win. I was not always that good though. When I started, I was a bad hunter. I would usually accidently make a mistake that made the creature I was hunting aware of my presence. But over time, and with A LOT of practise, I perfected my craft. I would spend all day hidden from sight, tracking wild beasts and killing them.
The Hunter opens his eyes.
The Hunter: At the age of 20, I was kidnapped by unknown people. I was taken onto a plane, and flown to my unknown destination. When I was released, I was very confused by my surroundings. Instead of nothing surrounding me but jungle, huts and wild beasts, I was surrounded by strange contraptions that I have now learnt are cars. I had no idea what to do, so I walked into the nearest building. I looked up and saw a square black box. And emitting from the black box were what appeared to be life shown. I wondered to myself "What is this?" It appeared to be two men fighting each other. I thought to myself "I need to get involved in this!".
I had just discovered the art of professional wrestling.
I continued to watch and be amazed by this. I eagerly awaited anything that would tell how to get into that company. I waited, and then I saw it. A phone number. I knew this must be the way in, although at that time I did not know what a telephone was. I wrote it down and eventually was told what a phone was and how to use it. I called and was answered. It took a couple hours, but after explaining my skills, I was accepted into WFWF.
The Hunter smiles.
The Hunter: I was overjoyed. I could now hunt my new prey. For my new chosen prey, is wrestlers. I will hunt every single one of them down, until I am the only wrestler left standing. Until I have in my possession, the WFWF World Title.
I make my debut very soon in a 7 man battle royal. You may think "6 other wrestlers? How can you possibly hunt them all down?!". The answer is simple. Patience. Resiliency. It may take a while but I will do it. I will eventually hunt them ALL down. I will not back down and I will fight with everything I got. I will not allow myself to submit on my debut to 6 other new guys. I lose to nobody.
You may ask, "but why did you tell us your life story? Why should we care?". I shall reveal that now. Everything I learned as a child and a teenager carries onto my wrestling career. I hunted animals, I hunt wrestlers. And my finishing manoeuvre is no different. Just as I would in the jungle hunting a wild animal, I crouch down, hidden from sight, waiting for the right moment to strike. And the strike in my wrestling matches comes in the form of a running tackle. Some call it the spear. I don't care about the name, just the end result. And the end result shall always be the same. Me standing victorious atop a fallen foe.
The Hunter grins at the thought.
The Hunter: I will stop at nothing. I will never give up. I will fight hard. Nobody can stop me from claiming my rightful prize. Although fans should appreciate my in-ring skills, I do not care whether they boo, cheer or remain silent. Cheering is just a bonus. Silence can be too, because they could be in awe. When I get into the ring, it will be as if the fans aren't there. All that matters is me, my opponent and the referee.
I may not be the strongest wrestler or have the biggest physique, but I have a very strong heart. You may see me come seemingly out of nowhere, out of the shadows and strike my opponent down for the win. You may already be impressed with me just from this, you may not. But one thing is for sure, eventually you will all come to respect me and be impressed.
But now, it's showtime.
The Hunter walks out.
